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Midoriya figured that teenagers would come to vandalize or loot the place, but even they stayed away. Then again, Midoriya could see why. The house itself gave off an unwelcoming feeling. Like your presence is unwanted.
Midoriya spent most of his day at the house. There was….A lot of things he found. A lot of concerning things too.
Midoriya first tried talking to neighbors. He had managed to snag some interviews from the neighbors that lived there at the time. He took notes as they told him what the family was like.
He was very concerned about the father. Everyone he talked to talked about the father like he was a menace to society.
That led Midoriya to look at the study first. He might be able to find a few things about the father there.
He picked the lock and went inside. Dust covered everything. The young hero shivered, remembering who grew up here.
He looked through the shelves and the room. He found a drawer and pulled it out, gasping at what he found. It was a letter to the father, Kotaro, he had learned from his mother. The letter itself was worn and yellow.
He read the letter and was tearing up. It definitely matched up.
He took it for evidence, along with a picture of Nana and a small child that he assumed to be Kotaro. He then looked around again, his landing on a family picture.
He crept over to it and looked at it, picking it up to brush off dust.
There was a man and a woman with two kids-a older girl and a young boy. Midoriya Kotaro was the only one not smiling. Though, the boy is what caught Midoriya's attention.
In the picture, the boy had black hair and bright red eyes. A little mole rested under his mouth. The young boy looked to be four or had to be Tenko.
Tenko seemed happy in the picture. But as Midoriya stared at the picture, he could tell it was fake. It said it all in the eyes.
He stared at it for a few minutes before he heard the sound of a portal opening behind him.
Before he knew it, Midoriya found himself being pinned to the bookcase, him dropping the family portrait in the process with books being scattered on the floor.
After regaining his bearing, Midoriya noticed that the pale hand that was currently gripped around his neck had one finger hovering dangerously close over his neck. That meant…
Midoriya looked up, his green eyes staring into the angry blood red eyes of Tomura Shigaraki. And boy was he pissed.