What Inko had feared would be a lonely, isolated life for her son turned out to be more full than she could have ever imagined. Izuku seemed to make friends daily, coming home with excited exhaustion and stories upon stories to tell.

Unsurprisingly, Izuku currently sat at the top of his class in the Police Academy. He was still working through highschool at an absurd pace, actually ahead of schedule, leaving him more time to work on him college classes. He still always made time for Martial Arts - the dojo was essentially another family to Izuku, just like the Police Station.

Inko couldn't be more glad that they had chosen this rather unconventional lifestyle. Her baby was happy again, and he was surrounded by people who saw more than his quirklessness. And more were coming every day. It seemed that Izuku was always asking permission to help someone with something, or someone wanted to give him additional training of some sort. She'd already gotten phone calls from Recovery Girl and Eraserhead separately asking her permission for training. It seemed Recovery Girl had her heart set on training Izuku to be a field medic, while Eraserhead had only met Izuku briefly, but had been vastly impressed. He wanted to supplement Izuku's martial arts training, apparently horrified at the thought of his potential being wasted.

She was grateful to the two beyond words, especially as they had each promised to train Izuku's self-sacrificing streak out of him, whatever Tsukauchi didn't manage to. She hadn't told him about the offers yet, she wanted it to be a surprise for her boy. He deserved all of the happiness life could afford him.

Everyone wanted a hand in helping Izuku, and it blindsided the little Midoriya family.

"Mom," Izuku called from another room. It sounded like he was on the phone. "Gunhead wonders if I can help him train the hero students with him on Monday."

"Aren't you leaving for Hosu on Monday?"

"This would be Monday morning, I could catch the train to Hosu right afterwards," Izuku explained. "Oh, and Detective Tsukauchi wanted me to ask you if it would be okay if I spend some of my spare time with the Hosu police. Apparently that's where the police chief that approved the provisional program is based."

"Is it okay with Dr. Meiji?"

"He said as long as he gets me in the mornings that's fine. He teaches in the afternoon, so that's when I would be with the police."

Inko considered it for a moment. "It's fine with me as long as you promise not to burn yourself out."

"I promise!"

"Make sure to go to bed early tonight!" Inko warned. "Your week is going to be extra busy."

"Of course!" He mumbled something into the phone, probably telling Gunhead that he could help out, then he hung up. "I'm going for a run now, Mom!"

Running was becoming one of Izuku's favorite pastimes. It was one of the few things that could clear his head and help him begin to make sense of the madness that was his life.

He hadn't been running for long when he realized he wasn't alone. A few blocks down was a familiar-looking boy huffing and puffing much the same way he had when he first started running. Despite the sweat running down the boy's face, however, his purple hair still managed to stand almost straight up.

Izuku slowed, trying to place the boy - then it clicked. "You're one of the finalists from the U.A. Sports Festival! Your matches were fascinating!"

The boy stopped, breathing heavily. However, he still managed to look supremely unimpressed. "Nice joke."

"No, no it's not a joke!" Izuku said frantically. "I know some people might find your quirk unsettling, but the police station and I think it's perfect for heroism! It's discreet, swift, and it will prevent so much damage!"

The boy raised an eyebrow. "The police station?"

"Oh! I'm Midoriya Izuku, and I'm currently training to get a provisional police badge. I spend a lot of time at the police station because of that, so I know the police officers pretty well," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head.

Catching his breath, the boy regarded Izuku critically. "You're strange."

"I get that a lot. I'm curious, did you have a plan of what to do if someone had figured out your quirk?"

"Not really. But one of the teachers reached out to me and offered to train me in hand-to-hand combat."

"Awesome! If you ever want to spar, I go to Valiant's dojo a few blocks that way. I've already learned a lot from him."

The boy considered for a moment before breaking back into a light jog. Izuku took this as an invitation to join the boy and began to jog beside him. He couldn't tell if he was being annoying or not until the boy stopped.

"This is my house," he said abruptly enough that Izuku could feel the dismissal. The boy was emotionless as he turned away, but at the door of his house, he paused. "You can call me Shinsou," he said before disappearing through the door.

A grin spread across Izuku's face, and there was a spring in his step during the rest of his run. Apparently this was evident when he walked into the police station. Tamakawa was at the front desk that day, and the serious officer inclined his head to Izuku. "You're looking more excited than usual, Midoriya."

"I just met one of the finalists from the U.A. Sports Festival!" he said excitedly. "His name is Shinsou and he seems really nice."

"You might want to wait to get to know him before you show him your analysis of his quirk," the cat-headed officer counselled. "In fact, that's a good rule of thumb for most people."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I guess I do get ahead of myself sometimes."

"Don't worry little Midoriya, we find it endearing," Officer Saito said, materializing to ruffle his hair. "And amazing. Your analysis of my quirk was fascinating to read. I can see why that college professor of yours wants to steal you away from us."

Nakamura smiled. "You're going to be fascinated when Detective Kimura comes back from maternity leave. Her quirk is fascinating."

Saito chuckled darkly. "I've got my welcome back for Kimura all planned. She'll never see it coming."

"She just had a baby, you're not doing anything to Kimura," Nakamura told his partner sternly. "Besides, if you start another prank war in the station, I'm requesting to be transferred."

"But you saw what she did to me before she left!" Saito protested indignantly. "My desk hasn't been the same since."

"There's another detective at this station?" Izuku asked.

"Oh, no one has told you about Kimura? She's the best homicide detective in the city, possibly in all of Japan," Saito said. "Combined with Detective Tsukauchi, our precinct is the best in Musutafu. We were all stationed here because it's one of the safest places in the city. That way it's not so bad when Kimura and Tsukauchi get called to outside cases."

The longer Saito spoke, the brighter grew the stars in Izuku's eyes. "Really? That's amazing!"

"Hey, don't underestimate us, little Midoriya," Officer Sohma warned as he passed, gray eyes playful. "The detectives handpicked the officers - except Mori. The police chief forced him on us to straighten him out."

Mori glared at his partner, pouting. "I was top of my class in the Police Academy, old man."

"So were the rest of us," Nakamura warned.

"And we didn't have such poor scores on cooperation," Saito taunted.

"We have jobs to do," Mori huffed. "We shouldn't be wasting time on some quirkless kid - he's probably not going to make it through the program anyway."

Izuku froze along with everyone else, no longer used to his quirklessness being held against him. The other officers reacted more violently, though it was all haulted by a sudden burst of cold wind burst of cold wind whipping through the room.

Officer Sohma was using his quirk, Icy Gale, to get everyone's attention. "Mori, you're off duty today. Instead you'll be the meter maid."

Mori squawked in indignation. "I'm above jobs like -"

"No, you aren't," Sohma interrupted, his voice as cold as his quirk. "You are a servant of the public, and that means you respect them. Midoriya didn't choose to be quirkless, but he's accomplished amazing things. You were born with some advantages and all you've accomplished today is unsuccessfully bullying a teenager. Think about that while you write tickets."

All present officers glared at Mori as he slunk away, some shame on his face. Saito (as usual) was the first to speak. "Don't listen to anything he says, little Midoriya. You're going to be the best of us all."

A small smile worked its way onto Izuku's face. "You know, I'm actually okay. It didn't really bother me." And it was true. Izuku knew his mom had informed a few of the officers about why they had moved, at least as much information as she had. He had no doubt that if any of them knew the full scope of Kachan's bullying, a head hunt would ensue.

It was heartwarming. In fact, Izuku's eyes were watering - no, now he was officially crying.

Chaos errupted in the station.

"It's okay, Little Midoriya. Don't cry!"

"I'll go punch Mori out for you, will that make you feel better?"

"Wait, are these happy tears? What's going on, Little Midoriya?"

"I'm fine, I promise," Izuku sniffed, swiping at his tears. "I just… Thank you all for helping, and caring. I've never had that before."

Silence fell over the officers as the full implications of his statement sank in. Tsukauchi's office door swung open. "What is going on out her - why is Midoriya crying?" the detective demanded.

"He claims these are happy tears, but the chaos was because Mori was being his usual charming self."

The detective scowled. "If he was insulting Midoriya give him meter maid duties for the week. No cases. Sohma, Tamakawa will be your partner for now instead."

"Understood."

Finally exhaling, Tsukauchi relaxed, smiling at Midoriya. "Come on kid, Tsuramagae wanted me to give you a more detailed idea of what to expect in Hosu."

A/N: I'm absolutely amazed and flattered by the support I've gotten for this fic, thanks to everyone who has followed and reviewed! Sorry for the longer wait on this chapter, I've been working really hard on Arson and I had a HUGE exam that I just took today. For those of you waiting for Arson, it's coming soon, and I hope it's worth the wait. If you haven't already, check out my other story in progress, big things are happening. Also, happy early birthday to Detective Tsukauchi and Recovery Girl, both of their birthdays are April 4!