A/N Another soulmate au. Aizawa/Izuku.

Warnings: Soulmates, Aizawa/Izuku, Male/Male, PTSD, Abusive Hisashi Midoriya, Mafia Izuku, Hawks adopts Izuku, Suicidal Izuku

Izuku's POV

There is a cold mist laying over the docks. It is cold for being April, but it would soon warm up again. The boy standing at the docks waiting for his contact knows this. All who traverse the docks at night know this. They know it would be cold until mid-April then it would suddenly warm up. Some of the more superstitious folk swore it was people, like the boy, upsetting one god or another. The boy wasn't one of those people. He believed in only what he could see with his own two eyes. God didn't exist in a world such as this. If he did, then, he wouldn't pay attention to people like the boy.

His name is Izuku Midoriya. At thirteen years old he was the best information-gather in the mafia. A fact that was resented by many of the adults who had served under him. He stands just over five-feet tall with green-hair and piercing green eyes. There are lean but powerful, muscles adorning his body. It came from training with the Vanetti family. Young or old, all, members of the family know how to fight. To kill if necessary. So, they kept in shape to prevent the muscle from becoming fat.

Izuku wears a black button-down shirt and black slacks. Over his clothes, he wears a black trench coat. On his hands are a pair of black fingerless gloves. A silver chain can be seen connecting his belt loop to his pocket, the chain was connected to a pocket watch. It bears a wolf howling at a full moon. This is the crest of the Vanetti family. It was given to him when he was nine-years-old. Izuku was just beginning as a member of the information division of the family. Due to his age, he was seen as a street rat that got lucky, rather than one of the family.

A man had come to meet with Nero, the head of the family. Supposedly he was there to negotiate a truce between families. Izuku had been there to observe, silently. Nao, his teacher at the time, had been the one to bring him into the family. Izuku had tried to pick the man's pocket and had been caught. Instead of lashing out at the child, Nao had taken him home. With a warm meal in the stomach, Izuku was given a choice. Return to the streets, and likely die, or join the mafia.

There wasn't a choice. Izuku joined the mafia. He would not have lived to see a new year if he hadn't. When Nao took him in, he was underweight and sick. If it meant he got to live, he would do just about anything. In his first years within the mafia, he had only seen the head of the family once. Nao has kept him away from the man. To be in the same room as the head of the Vanetti family was a rare honor. The head of the family was Nero Vanetti. He has brown hair that falls into his face. The strangely warm-brown eyes he had, could peer into their very souls.

Something in Izuku froze as the man, who was planning to negotiate for the family, moved to shake Nero's hand. There was something off about the man. Heedless of Nao's shout for him to stop, Izuku lunged forward. His right hand encircled around the man's wrist. Ice went through his veins when their skin made contact. It was a quirk, he realized. Why did it suddenly stop? Could it be?

The man growls , "An erasing quirk?" That had the others moving and taking the would-be-attacker down. Izuku didn't release the man's wrist until he was successfully secured. Nero has welcomed him, officially, into the family that night. A few days later he received the pocket watch as proof. He still had to rise through the ranks and earn his keep, though. However, he was acknowledged by the head of the family. That was more than most could claim.

Izuku is fourteen now. It was six-years after being taken in and five years since he was acknowledged by Nero. In that time, he mastered the use of most sidearms, though, he preferred Glock 9mm and sniper rifles. He had also learned to throw knives with deadly accuracy.

Most of his work for Nero was in intelligence gathering. Occasionally he would be called in for back-up in a fight, or someone needed to be assassinated, quietly. Those were the only times Nero truly used his skills as a killer. On the other hand, when the man went out, Izuku was something of a bodyguard. Most people wouldn't try anything, but his quirk was useful if someone did. His quirk was 'No Longer Human,' which with physical contact erased another person's quirk.

His attention is drawn by shifting shadows. It seems that his contact had finally arrived. The man has blond hair and piercing gold eyes. From what Izuku can tell the man was around five-years his senior. Maybe a little more or less, but not by much. His name is Takami. For the last three years, he has been trying to get an in with the family. Nero, against the advice of the intelligence division, had finally agreed to meet the man. So, here Izuku is to meet the man and bring him to Nero. If Izuku was honest with himself, he thought the man, Nero, a fool at times. Nero was far too trusting. He is allowing this outsider to get too close. Something within him paused. If Nero wasn't so trusting, then he, Izuku, would've never been accepted into the family.

Izuku shakes off the thought and says, "Follow me and do not stray from my side. Do not give anyone a reason to doubt your loyalty. Otherwise, you will not survive the night."

Takami gave him a short nod before falling into step beside him. Izuku leads him through the back alleys, avoiding the major roads. At this time of night, the heroes would be out. The last thing he needed was a run-in with a hero. He led Takami to a little known bar, where the barkeep gave Izuku a quick nod. The bar itself held two members of the intelligence division in the back corner. No doubt planning the next attack.

The bar itself is warm and welcoming compared to the weather outside. It was a place that any member of the family could come and relax. They just couldn't go into the backroom without an invite from Nero or his Lieutenants. Over the years, the bartender and customers had gotten used to the child's presence. Always in and out of the bar with his strange requests. Nero had ordered the barkeep to stop Izuku's more suicidal tendencies, to keep them in check. His suicide or suicidal plans weren't permitted in the bar. Somehow, Nero had become protective of the boy. In turn, this ensured Izuku's loyalty to him and Nao. Izuku walks to the back door and knocks lightly.

A cool-tenor calls from inside, "Enter."

Nero isn't playing around tonight, it seems. Izuku and Takami enter the backroom swiftly, making their way down the steps, towards a table. Four men sit at the table. Nero was at the head, papers strewed him in front of him, and Nao sat closest to the staircase. Nao's jacket bulge with his Glock strapped to his lower back as a clear warning to anyone who might attempt to harm or kill Nero.

Henri sits to Nero's right. They are as close as brothers having grown up together. Henri has black-hair and grey eyes, which never show any emotion. Unlike Nao, his weapon of choice are easier to hide, he wears knives opposed to sidearms. Daniel is the final man. He has ginger-hair and grassy-green eyes. Like Izuku he doesn't wear a suit, which the other executives wear. He wears a button-down shirt and slacks with a vest. There isn't a trench coat, like the one Izuku favors. His favorite weapon is a sniper rifle, which is the result of being influence by his quirk. His quirk is called 'sure aim'. Daniel has never missed a single shot.

Izuku greets the group and bows to Nero, "Sir, as you ordered, I have brought Takami to you."

Nero looks up from his papers, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He replies in turn, "Thank you for bringing him." Izuku bows again, then moves to head back up the stairs. Only he is stopped by Nao's order, "Hold on a moment. When we are done with Takami, we need to speak to you about your next assignment."

Izuku turns back around and goes to stand off to the side. He is curious about what division they would place Takami in. Normally, Nero wouldn't allow just anyone in on these meetings. Not even Izuku.

Nero began, his voice holding a frozen-tone to it, "For the last three years, you have done everything that you could to earn our trust and join the family. You have skills in both combat and intelligence."

Daniel is the executive presiding over the combat division. On the other hand, Nao is the executive presiding over the intelligence division. Both have trained Izuku in their divisions' trades extensively.

Nao continues for Nero, "You will be taking Izuku's spot in the intelligence division. Prove yourself, with the same skills and enthusiasm, which you have done in the past to get to this point. You will have to work harder than anyone else. You will be greatly rewarded. However, there is always a cost. Are you sure that this is what would want?"

Takami bows as he answers calmly, "You honor me with your words. I will bring honor to the family."

Nao nods his acceptance of the words, before ordering, "Go back upstairs. We still have business to attend to. Drink, but do not get drunk. I'll follow shortly. Izuku," Nao's call brings the teenager back to the table, away from the shadows. No one says anything until Takami is back upstairs and the door securely shut behind him.

"Sit with us, Izuku," invites Nero, his voice becoming warmer with each passing word.

Izuku removes his trench-coat and did as he is bid. A smile begins to play across the edges of his lips. It was worn thing, and it shows how he is fraying at the edges. However, only Nao catches how tired Izuku is. All the other three see is his playacting as a happy teenager. Nao had found about his problematic suicidal tendencies, after Izuku's first kill. The boy had tried to take his own life by jumping in a river. Nao did not want to see his hard work go to waste and saved Izuku. As time passed, Izuku's suicidal tendencies grew wilder. Nao did not try to save him after the first time, however. Instead, Nao reports each attempt to Nero. Nero took more of an interest watching Izuku far more closely than any others.

There were times, when he would be drinking in the bar and Nero would abruptly join him. Despite his age, and as long as it wasn't bleach, he could drink anything he wanted. Though the bartenders wouldn't let him get drunk.

Nero begins softly, "As you know the Mafia and Heroes have been at odds for years. Rumors have been circulated that someone will try to go after me. We don't know for sure that it will be a Hero, but we aren't taking any chances."

This makes sense, but what does this have to do with Izuku though? He is just a member of the intelligence division. He isn't very high-ranking, either, despite his closeness with the boss and two executives.

Nero pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers him one. Izuku takes it and allows the man to light it, before returning the courtesy. In the last year, he picked up smoking from one of the other intelligence agents. It seems to put some of his edgier contacts at ease. To see, despite his youth, he would do what was necessary. The smoke burns his lungs as he pulls it. Then he releases it. A sense of calm goes through him.

Nero says, after a moment's silence, "The executives want me to have someone by my side at all times. There are very few people within the combat division which I would trust with my life or my more important secrets. Most of them have their own jobs to do. You, however, have saved my life and have trained under both the combat and the intelligence instructors. So, I want you to be my guard. As you saw, we already have someone training to replace you in intelligence, so you can stay by my side. What do you say, Izuku?"

"If you need me to be your guard, then that's what I'll be," declares Izuku, honesty clear in his eyes, "You took me off the streets and gave me a home. My place is wherever you need me to be."