Forewarning I don't know a lick of any language but English and will be relying on Google and other translation sites for any other languages, all will be translated at the bottom so you know what I meant for them to say and if/when I get something wrong feel free to inform me of the correct translation.

In the days following the apartment complex being finished, Izuku hadn't had much trouble finding employees to manage the building with his students helping to find them.

Other than doing interviews with Shoji-San for other staff, Izuku chose to remain mostly hands-off with the management, he did help make ground rules for what was and wasn't allowed at the complex but that would be about it other than checking in once and while that everything was running smoothly.

It would only be a couple of days until people could start moving in and Izuku had already shared the good news, the unbridled joy down at the center when he told them was the best late birthday present ever.

It was about mid-August at that point so thankfully they wouldn't have to spend another winter in the community center, Izuku and his students had done their best to winterize the building but there was only so much they could do with the near ruined building without it becoming a fire hazard.

Because of this, there was very little that could bring him down but with what he was about to do he found himself quite somber on the ride into the South Side, in his hands, Izuku tenderly held a handmade book he had created for one of his younger students.

Hori Yukiko was an incredibly sweet little six-year-old with an ice quirk and really took after her mother Anya, both had unfortunately been victims of the South Side fire who died early on in the incident, their shared ice quirk made them very weak to the fire and Izuku could only hope they had a swift end without much pain.

Yukiko-Chan back in November, way before the fire had asked him to make something very special for her, the book he just finished carefully illustrating was something she had begged him to make when she saw one of his drawings of Eraserhead.

He denied her request at the time but Yukiko-Chan was stubborn and wore him down into agreeing around mid-December, Izuku found working on the project sobering but therapeutic over the eight months since the fire.

Izuku spent a painstakingly long time making sure every page was perfect and he even went to an official Japanese-Russian translator to get the words right, even though Izuku could no longer give the finished product to Yukiko-Chan he couldn't just stop himself from doing it, the book in a way was like Yukiko-Chan's last request and Izuku wanted to honor it.

Hence why he was walking to the shine about two and a half hours before his classes started, the shine had been made into something quite a bit more than the bare-bones structure he had helped throw together in a day.

Hand-made walls were made of the surrounding rubble to mark the boundaries of the shine and some structures were made to cover the rows of urns, the urns themselves were in cubbies that could be closed to protect them and whatever their loved ones left from the weather.

Izuku would go to the shine at least once a week for upkeep of it and general maintenance, sometimes he'd leave a little thing in a cubby of one of the thirty-seven people without anyone else at the funeral, he planned to leave the book in Yukiko-Chan and Anya-San's cubby today.

He put the book away in the messenger bag he had taken to carrying his things in once he entered the South Side, Izuku would nod and wave whenever he passed someone he knew until he was at the shine, he just entered the shine and had turned to walk to the Horis' cubby but paused.

A tall man was standing in the shine and this wouldn't normally make him hesitate as he was far from the only person who went to the shine, he's often spoken with the loved ones of the other twenty-one victims while there and he's even met some he's never met before, Izuku hardly knew everyone that lived in the red-light district and meeting all the South Siders would just be near impossible.

But this man was clearly not a South Sider, after spending nearly a year with these people he could tell with just a look, the air around the man was absolutely nothing like the one that surrounded the South Siders.

Izuku stared at him picking apart everything he could about the man just from what he could see from ten feet away.

Expensive white hand-tailored suit and silvery silk tie, black button-up shirt and gloves (perhaps for blocking a quirk), pale skin that nearly matched his long white hair. The man had to be wealthy and that alone raised alarm bells with him, why would anyone with money come to the bombed-out husk of the old Musutafu? Much less the unofficial shine he'd made with his students.

Perhaps feeling Izuku's confused eyes on him the man turned his head and his cold icy-blue eyes locked back on him, Izuku tensed, he might have gotten too comfortable with his familiarity with the South Siders as in the face of this unknown man a great deal of his confidence left him.

The man walked over swiftly crossing the distance with only a few steps and Izuku's stomach dropped as he timidly stared up at the man (he had at least a meter on Izuku), Izuku gulped and asked " C-can I-I-I help y-you?" Izuku sort of wanted to kick himself for stuttering like that.

The man stared at him then nodded " You are Midoriya yes?" He asked, voice carrying a heavy accent, probably Russian but Izuku was more worried about why this man knew his name " Y-yes?" Izuku hesitantly responded half considering bolting and getting someone to help him.

" I, apologize for showing up so suddenly. But I believe you called me about my daughter." The man told him and Izuku blinked staring back, sheer bafflement overpowering his weariness as he looked the man over again, now that Izuku could see his full face the man did look a bit familiar the longer Izuku stared.

Then looking back at the man's eyes an idea suddenly struck him and he would have absolutely smacked himself for not realizing it earlier " A-are you talking a-about Anya-San?" Izuku questioned, Izuku had been able to scrounge up a list of emergency contacts for some of the SSI casualties and called them up, Anya-San only had one number and Izuku did leave a voicemail with it.

But he didn't know it was Anya-San's father, Anya-San hadn't spoken of her father often so what little Izuku did know was told to him by Yukiko-Chan.

Which was that he had their bright white hair, pale blue eyes, lived in Russia where her mom was from, and that reason they (Anya-San and Yukiko-Chan's grandfather) weren't talking was because of a big fight they had before she was born.

The man nodded " I'm afraid I wasn't able to physically respond at the time of your call, I was under the effect of a quirk until about a month ago. I'm sorry I couldn't be here for the funeral you organized." He explained, apologetic tone carrying through the stiff and stoic being.

Izuku's hands quickly shot up and waved frantically " N-no, no. I-it's not your f-fault! If y-you were under a-a quirk's effect th-here's nothing a-anyone could've d-done!" He quickly reassured, honestly being under a quirk's effect was way better than the answer as for why most people hadn't come.

" Y-you must be looking f-for Anya-San and Yukiko-Chan's urns, right? Follow m-me and I'll take you t-to them." Izuku offered and he gestured to the middle row " Yes, I would greatly appreciate that Midoriya." The man-Anya-San's father replied, his voice leaning towards the monotone end of the spectrum.

The shine wasn't that big so it hadn't been much of a walk to where the Horis' cubby was, Izuku was able to remove the covering with ease after the countless times he's done so before, and inside the cubby lay a site that was heart-achingly familiar to Izuku.

Two dark blue urns with white specks sat together on a little shelf inside the cubby, Izuku hadn't been able to find any pictures of the two and so a drawing he made of the two was in between the urns alongside the name tags, at the bottom of the cubby a place to burn incense or put a candle and a couple of tiny figurines Izuku had placed there for them.

Izuku's gaze fell to his feet and he began to lightly pick at his nails " I-I'm sorry t-the drawing i-isn't very good b-b-but I-I couldn't f-find any pictures of t-them, a-and not h-having a p-photo just felt... Wrong." Izuku nervously explained, he had made quite a few drawings in place of pictures for the victims of the SSI since most of the pictures they did have burned in the fire or because their loved ones didn't have any either.

" It's wonderful, you've captured them perfectly." He told Izuku, reaching a hand out to trace one of their faces only to stop before he touched the glass, Izuku averted his gaze again this time a bit flattered but also because he felt like he was intruding on what should be a private moment.

Izuku was about to quietly slip away with plans of putting Yukiko-Chan's book in the cubby later when the man spoke up " For a long time I thought Anya never spoke a word of me after our fight... " Izuku paused risking a glance at the man " Then a few weeks before November I got a call from her for the first time in nearly eight years, and we... talked about things." He explained.

" I, had a вну́чка... " he muttered getting slightly choked up and Izuku couldn't help biting his lip as he felt sympathy for him, he felt horrid over the loss of the two and he couldn't imagine how much worst he'd feel if he learned of a grandchild only for them to die before he could ever meet them.

" A week later I got my first letter from her." He said pulling a folded-up paper and upon him unfolding it Izuku nearly gasped, in addition to what he recognized as Yukiko-Chan's messy handwriting was a drawing of what was supposed to be four people, three with white hair and one with green hair.

Izuku no doubt had a similar drawing on his desk from when the kids all got together to give him one, he almost wanted to ask the man to let him look at it but bit his tongue, Izuku had no right to ask anything like that of the man.

" It was the first of many, she often spoke of this young man who taught her just about anything she wanted to know about, Anya... even sent me a picture of you." He went on to explain putting the letter back and taking out a small picture frame, he set it by Izuku's drawing of the Horis' and Izuku was almost crying when he saw it.

It was a small photo of Izuku and Yukiko-Chan from mid-December, she was sitting on his lap excitedly pointing to something in a book, Izuku hadn't seen her in months, and seeing the photo of her looking so happy just tugged on his heartstrings.

Izuku turned to thank the man for sharing the picture, even if it was only for however long he was going to visit when he saw the man had knelt on one knee to be closer to his height " Anya, for all her faults, was a woman of pride just like her mother, and unfortunately... as stubborn as her father. I have no doubts after our fight she truly meant it when she cut all ties with me." He said.

Anya-San... (not to speak ill of the dead) could be proud and Izuku remembered a few times where he'd have to convince her to do something simple like go to a free clinic.

" Anya said you were the reason she chose to reach out to me, there are no words that can not explain how thankful I am for you helping me reconnect with my daughter and giving me the chance to speak with my granddaughter before I lost them both forever." The man told him, his eyes not nearly as cold as he stared at him now.

Oh god, Izuku wasn't built to handle this and tears began rolled down his cheeks, his hands clenched his messager bag to keep himself from flinging himself at the man to crush him in a hug " I-I-I d-didn't do t-that much s-sir-" he muttered locking his eyes on his feet.

" Yuri." The man interrupted him, Izuku gulped " Y-yuri-San... " he corrected

" Perhaps not, but I would have severely regretted leaving things with my daughter the way we did. Because of you, I don't have to live with the guilt of our last words being those of indifference, so thank you Midoriya." Yuri responded bowing his head to Izuku.

Then Yuri stood up brushing off his clothes and he glanced at the drawing before he began to leave, Izuku while wrapped up in a swarm of emotions almost couldn't find his voice " W-wait!" He exclaimed running after Yuri, the man did and turned to Izuku, staring at him.

Izuku quickly fumbled with his bag and carefully took out the book and offered it to Yuri " Y-yukiko-Chan... She a-asked me to m-make this, s-she said that she w-wanted to share h-her favorite fairytale w-with someone s-special... I-I'm p-p-pretty sure s-she meant y-you, Yuri-San." Izuku rumbled off.

Yuri's eyes widened just a bit and he sharply inhaled upon seeing the book " I... I don't think I should-" he started to softly protest but Izuku cut him off " I-it's what Yukiko-Chan w-would have wanted." He told him, Yuri glanced at Izuku's eyes before he hesitantly moved to take the book from him.

Their hands briefly touched as Yuri took the book and the frigid chill that immediately filled Izuku was so harsh it made him feel like his bones were rattled, Izuku did his best not to physically shake but he couldn't stop from trembling afterward, Yuri carefully held the book and tenderly ran his fingers over the cover he drew.

His eyes melted with morose emotions and Yuri swallowed audibly, Izuku's chest felt tighter at the sound but he forced a wobbly smile for him " I-I'm sure Yukiko-Chan would h-have adored you, Yuri-San." He said trying to ignore his own emotional turmoil in the statement " T-thank you Midoriya." Yuri muttered voice much quieter as he held the book close to his chest.

" Anya-San was t-teaching some r-russian, Я рад познакомиться с вами, Юрий-Сан." Izuku told him, sure he had fumbled something when he said it " Прощай, Мидория." He responded, Yuri gave him a nod and Izuku thought he could see him tearing up before he left Izuku alone in the shine, Izuku felt like he was justified in giving himself an hour to cry, thankfully no one would think that would be weird.

вну́чка

Granddaughter

Я рад познакомиться с вами, Юрий-Сан.

I'm glad to meet you, Yuri-San.

Прощай, Мидория.

Farewell, Midoriya.

Yuri: a minor character from the first draft that was only supposed to appear as a one-off in a later chapter

My overthinking and detail-obsessed brain my childhood nostalgia of Anastasia: Hold my beer.