AN: I don't own My hero Academia

A fan

This was an odd situation. Enji rarely had anything like this happened to him in his whole hero career. Mainly, because he was quote on quote: 'A scary person'. He tended to scare a lot a people thanks to his harsh reputation and appearance. Women, pets, his sidekicks and especially children. So, to see a small child rush up to him without a care in the world was new. He was a young boy with a shaved buzz-cut head. His beady eyes were widened with passion. That passion bled into his whole expression and posture. His face was contorted to an oversize open smile. Showing off his perfectly brushed teeth. This tiny boy was confidently held up a piece of hard card paper and a pen. The hero was on the job, and just wrapped up a villain they captured when the child suddenly showed up out of nowhere. He must have slipped by the crowds as the police were trying to control them. "Autograph please." The child asked innocently.

A small tick pounded on Enji head while he growled displeased. "What do you think you're doing?" He hissed with a gruff tone. "Don't get in the way!" With a little more force than he intended he swiped his arm in a downward motion.

The sudden movement startled the child. His footing slipped and the pen and card he was holding dropped alongside him. The child landed on his backside with a thump. His eyes filled with heartbreak while he lowered his head away. Lips quivered ever so slightly in a whimpering pout. It was more than a little sad.

A lump formed around the hero's throat. He didn't mean to be rough like that. He didn't even touch the boy. Curse his overwhelming strength and presence. Guilty, his eyes found the pen and card the child dropped. With a sigh, he crouched down and picked them up. Quickly, he scribbled his hero name, then tapped the card on top of the child's sculpted head to get their attention. His heart further sunk in guilty as the child lifted their head. Their tear ducks were lined in tears while their lips still quivered in a whimper. Enji force himself to gulp down the guilt while handing the signed card back to the child. Their eyes instantly cleared up with pleasant shock and confusion. "You shouldn't run into a hero on the job like that. You could have gotten hurt if the villain wasn't already apprehended. Next time you want a hero's autograph, make sure that hero isn't in the middle of a job. Understand."

The child's eyes grew ten folds with delight while his whimpering lips thinned to the widest smile imaginable. "I'M SORRY!" He screamed while jumping up and bowing his head. He bowed his head so deep it crashed into the rock-solid pavement. When the child lifted his head back up there was a concerningly large red mark across his forehead. It trickled down to the ridges of his nose. Yet a wide smile was still plastered on his face. "I'll be more careful next time."

"You're bleeding," Enji said out of concern. He had no idea what to do or say. A child was bleeding in front of him. Should he call an ambulance? Immediate first aid. How did they even hit themselves that hard?

All questions were made useless as the child turn away happy. His forehead still bleeding. He then turned with a smile over his shoulder. "Thank you very much, Endeavour. I'm a big fan." Then he ran as if he wasn't bleeding at all. All while waving his hand back to the hero. "I'll be rooting for you."

Enji could say nothing but stare in utter shock while the child disappeared into the crowd. That boy was going to be ok. Right? Right! Next thing he knew a couple of his sidekicks walked by leaning their bodies on top of his large frame. "Who would have thought there are some kids out there not scared of you besides your own. Got yourself another little fan huh boss."

"His head was bleeding," it was the one detail he still couldn't get over.

"Well, he seems fine to me. Just look at him run." Another sidekick commented. "Got to admit. Kid's got guts to run up to you and ask for an autograph."

The hero's shock soon faded. Replaced by wondering thought. "He's around Izuku's age." He admitted out loud.

The sidekicks grinned at each other. It's a widely known fact to anyone with eyes that their boss's youngest son Izuku was one of his greatest weaknesses. The agency was always a little calmer when the little guy was run around with his tutor behind him. Their boss was notably less harsh when they were in the same room. Bonus points if he was holding the small green child. Anything that reminds him of Izuku tended to soften him. May it be a random bushy plant that now lives in their boss's office, or that picture of him and the child he secretly/ not so secretly keeps in his pocket. They were all a little worried after their boss fell from second place, but things honestly haven't changed that much. They still worked how they used to. If only a little more ridiculed by the public. A few of them quit because of it, but those who remain followed their boss's example. Say firm and do your job. So long as they do that there was nothing to worry about. Although, because of the constant ridicule Endeavour was still in 6th place despite a year passing. Their boss would break at some points. Lashing out in his office or yelling at them a little more. It was nothing they couldn't handle. The mugs and some pens on the other hand. Well, at least they're not in charge of cleaning.

Still, they were happy for their boss. Despite everything that happened he endeavoured through it all. No matter how many times the public dragged him down. Although little rays of sunshine positivity wouldn't hurt. "Hey, boss. We know you don't look at your fan mail. Most of them are hate mail anyway, but this one's special." They handed a simple lime green envelope. "Hope it brightens your day a bit, sir."

Suspiciously, Enji took the letter. He's not a fan of all the fan fair heroes must take. All he wanted to do was his job, and do it well. Entertaining the masses were usually the second priority. Even then he'd usually did the bare minimum to please. He and his marketing PR team don't get along because of that. On one hand, he gets it. The better the fan impression. The better his public rating. On the other hand, it's an unnecessary hassle. Why waste time with such things when there's a job to be done. Honestly, he doesn't understand how other heroes do it. With brand deals, ad campaigns practically selling their whole life to the masses. The number of times they told him to use his sons for public sympathy was annoying. Any ideas regarding them were shut down. Needless to say, he rarely reads fan mail. He gets too little pure ones, to begin with. Most were just harsh words and complaints, so he stopped looking at them all together. Yet this one felt different. Perhaps because it was green or the fact the handwriting addressed to him was so neat. It piqued his curiosity. It couldn't hurt to read it later.

When Enji returned home he was greeted by an unusual sight. Well, more so an unusual noise that led him to said sight. The grunts and groans of bickering voices and rustling papers lead him to this:

His two sons looking like they were arguing about something. Touya rolling his eyes uncaringly while one of his hands were up. Pushing away his much smaller little brother. Meanwhile, Izuku's freckled cheeks were puffed out to max capacity. The child was trying his best to hit the older boy with a piece of paper. It didn't work. His little arms couldn't reach him, and paper was a very weak weapon of choice. It just fanned the older boy's white locks away. Speaking of paper, they were everywhere. The floor was completely littered with papers. Some torn to pieces. Others crumbled into balls. Most just laid they're with scribbles and odd drawings.

With a face of stern confusion, Enji asked his boys, "what are you two doing?"

"Making Touya's hero costume. He won't use my jetpack idea," Izuku huffed while attempting to slap his brother's face with the paper more. The design was a simple one. Streamline and light. An extremely functional piece of equipment.

Touya clicked his tongue, "It looks stupid and boring. My idea is cooler." He exclaimed while holding out his own chosen design. It was a pair of mental wings on fire. Considerably, a more eye pealing design.

"Your idea won't function," Izuku argued back. He then jumped away and opened a massive book as thick as a brick and a quarter of his size. The title read guide to aerodynamics.

"You have any idea how hard it would be to make flaming mental wings! How are you going to control them? Or set them on fire. It's so unnecessary. The fire will fizz out if too weak or worst melt the thing. I can't even begin to imagine how to make movable metal wings. That would be so delicate. Not to mention hard. Don't get me started with the weight. I don't think any support student can make those."

"Falcon had metal wings and he flew just fine," the older boy retorted with his arms behind his back. Now Enji doesn't know who that was, but he knew he wasn't real. The boys were getting feed with a fictional hero back some decades ago by Arata. Something about having so many old movies at home he thought he'd let the boys have a look at them. Those types have gone a little out of style since heroes aren't exactly fiction anymore. Many prefer the real ones over old cartoon characters.

"He is a fictional character that doesn't exist," Izuku yelled while showing his massive book. He opened it on a page with jet packs and pointed to the picture. "All heroes that can fly with the assist of their quirk use jetpacks. Either that or they could fly already with a quirk. Nothing like this. Why can't you stick to what works? I'm sure the support department would like that rather than giving them this impossible task."

Surrendering, Touya groaned displeased while snatching up Izuku's design. "Fine! But I'm keeping the rocket boots," he snapped back while holding another sheet with said boots. They were a simple pair with ting little rockets on the side of their heels.

Izuku didn't look all too happy with it. "Can you at least take out those mini rockets? They look so tacky and have little function in the overall design. They'll weigh you down too."

"Alright, smarty pants, how would you do it?" Touya snapped back getting annoyed by it all. It was supposed to be a fun little activity. Let his little brother help him design his possible future hero costume. What's the harm? Not like it would be concrete yet since he still needed to go through the recommendation process. The boy was learning about support equipment too…they've been arguing for hours. He lost nearly all of them and counting.

Then the smaller child snatched the paper and started scribbling. He aggressively rubbed away the tacky rockets and sketched out something a little simpler yet effective. "Something like this." It was a mall little pipe only more triangle than round. Something you'd see in a car engine. Smaller flames burst out from the hole. "Your flames will come out here and should look like little flame wings. I think it will match the look better and it doesn't add much weight. It could also be a good way to release heat pressure if done well. May even give your kicks some added power along with the sole booster."

Touya hummed at the design. It did look a little better. "I guess that does look kind of cool."

Smugly, the smaller child grinned for his 7th victory of the day. "Told you so."

Puffing up his cheeks, Touya poked Izuku's cheeks in retaliation. Even pinching them. Letting their chubbiness squish between his fingertips. "Don't look down on me. I'm still the older brother here."

Izuku groaned and tried to smack his brother away. It didn't do much as his little arms held little power. "Well, I'm the smart one!"

"That's only because all you do all day is read and study."

"Knowledge is power!"

Taking this a little further Touya pounced his little brother in his embrace. Locking his little head his one of his arms. The two of them tipped over thanks to the odd position. "Well, I still have more power than you."

"Father, Touya is being mean to me!" Izuku cried for help.

Panicked Enji's mind raced at what to do. The last thing he wanted was for any of his boys to get hurt. Especially Izuku since he was so small and fragile. "Touya, don't be rough with, Izuku."

"Relax old man. I'm not going to hurt him." Touya grinned while Izuku whimpered in his arms. "Just rough him up a bit. Bsbsbsbbsbs!" The boy rubbed his face at his little brother neck. All the while blowing odd silly noises at it. Allowing his hair to rush the side of their face.

The sensation was way too much for Izuku's little body. His whimper turned into a smile as he bellowed in laughter. His brother was too strong. No matter much he wanted to escape the playful assault. He didn't have the power for it. "Stop it that tickles."

"Admit it. I'm the best big brother."

"You are the best big brother."

Enji chuckled at his two boys. How they grow up so fast. Touya will be heading off to the U.A recommendation exams in the following weeks. He got all the paperwork sorted as the boy's sponsor. All that left for Touya to do was impress the panel staff and a written exam. He was sure the boy was more than capable. Then it's off to U.A. As for Izuku he has now grown past his knee. He used to be so small. He still was but only a little bit taller. And able to understand mechanics at the age of 7. Seriously, what the hell have Arata been teaching the child. Speaking of the tutor. He scanned the room in search of the dirty blonde, but he was nowhere to be seen. How odd. He's usually never too far from his children. "Where's Arata?"

Both boys' smiles dropped as they looked at each other. Silently asking the other who should explain. Then Izuku decided to speak for them. "Arata sensei is on the roof. He's been acting strange all day." Sadly, he dropped his head. "he's has been acting weird all week."

Lips thinned, Enji glanced his eyes at a calendar. Ah, it was that time. "I'll go find him. You boys go set up the table. It's nearly dinner time."

With that agreement, the boys scampered off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Endeavour walked out to the garden. It looked a little unkempt with no one properly taking care of it anymore. The flowers were wilted, and weeds started to sprout up in their place. He made a mental note to fix it. Maybe replace them with a few low care trees. There were shadows cast on the ground from the setting sun. He spotted the silhouette of a man.

When he looked up and spotted him. The resented tutor/babysitter Arata Darewell. He sat on the very top using the roof's main centre ledge as a benched. His eyes stared blankly at whatever he saw out there. The expression he wore was a sombre one while he held onto his locket. Fiddling with its outer shell.

"I'm home," Enji greeted.

Slowly, the man cast his eyes down at the hero. They looked hollow. "So, you are." Not a moment later, Arata floated down to ground level. As he did, he never once let go of his locket. Holding on to it as if his hand was welded to it. He bowed to the other. "I shall take my leave then. Tell the boys I said goodbye." With that said he began walking off without a second word.

It was awkward. It was always awkward between him and the tutor. They were just employer and employee. That's how their relationship worked. Neither one has attempted to push that wall they established between them. Sure, they could hold a conversation. Sure, they both care about the boys. But the wall still stood. If it wasn't there perhaps, he could say something more. Or do more. After some digging, Enji knows that this day was difficult for the man. With everything, he had done for his boys, a part of him wanted to try and push. Even just a little bit. Uncertainty, Enji tried to reach out to the man growing further and further away. "Arata, you can stay a little longer if you like. The boys and I will be making dinner. I was thinking curry would be nice."

Arata stopped but he did not turn back. Instead, he shook his head. "No, there's somewhere I need to be today. Enjoy your dinner."

"Then how about taking some time off?" The offer made Arata froze. There was this twitch in his hands that Enji did not catch. "I've been thinking of being with the boys for a while. You seem to need a break as well. You said yourself Izuku is ahead in his studies and Touya just has finals and the U.A recommendation exams to prepare for. I'm sure he could manage."

There was a pause. It was long. Nervous even. Eventually, Arata responded: "if you say so." His voice was low and lacked emotion. Once again, he started walking and never once looked back.

"Will Arata sensei be, ok? He looks really sad," Izuku asked innocently while his father tucked him into bed. His precious mini Endver laid between his arms. His angry stitched eyes stared out from the cover. His father assured him that it will be alright. Arata will bounce back to normal. He just needed a little to take a break. The answer didn't really satisfy the child. He held the plushie tighter in thought. "Is it because Mr Sai isn't back from his trip yet?"

Enji arched an eyebrow. "Sai?"

"Arata sensei has been whispering his name a lot recently. I think he really misses him." He pouted in displeasure digging his chin into the stuffed flames of mini Endver. "It's mean of him to keep Arata sensei waiting this long. Doesn't he love him?"

An uncertain frown curled on the hero's face. Softly, he stroked back the child's curls. "Don't worry too much about it, Izuku. Go to sleep."

"Ok father," the child whisper sadly. Then he held up his plushie. "Wish mini Endver a good night."

The man played along with the child and patted the stuffed flames of the doll. "Good night to you too." Course the doll said nothing. Just stayed in perfect silence as it was cuddled back to Izuku's arms. With a few more gentle touches Enji moved on to his other son's room.

Touya was still up and about. He was practising some of his strikes with a wooden sword. He wasn't sure what they'll do for the recommendation exams, but he wanted to get ready. Soon he'll be in U.A and make his first steps into his hero career. There were also finals, but he wasn't too worried. He may not be as studious as his little brother, but he was still an above average student. He then stared at his arms. His dry purple skin could be hidden mostly with long-sleeved shirts. Although the ones on his eyes are harder to hide. The kids at his soon to be ex-school looked at him oddly because of these. Or even worst with pity stained in their eyes. They made him boil inside. It doesn't matter. Odd looks or not. He will be a hero.

"Touya, it's getting late. You should get ready for bed." His father called out from the crack of his door.

"I will, I will. Don't worry. Just a little anxious you know," he assured while fiddling with the fake sword.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Touya. You've been working hard with both me and Arata, and have been keeping up with your studies. It will pay off."

"Yeah... Yeah! I'll get into U.A no problem." Shyly, Touya turned his head over his shoulder. His cheeks a faith shade of pink. "Could you escort me to school when it starts? Just the first day …or week," he whispered that last part as quietly as possible.

Chuckling, Enji nodded his head. "If that's what you want. I'll change my route for that week when the time comes."

"Great!" He yelled a little too loudly and happy than he intended. "I mean great" he corrected his volumed. Then dropped his sword by a corner and sprinted off to bed. He lunched under the covers like a rabbit hiding in their borrow. Flight he fixed himself in his bed's warmth. "Night, dad," he hurriedly said before burying himself from the embarrassment.

It made Enji chuckle a little more. "Good night, Touya. Sleep well."

He turned off the lights and made his way to his room. It was strange saying goodnight at the start. He didn't use to do that before the divorce. At this point, he'd be up in his eyeballs with paperwork. Always the last one to sleep. He still was even with this new little routine. Although this little change made his body feel a little lighter than slaving away at a desk in the dead of night. The last thing he saw before sleep overcame him was his boys. It was a pleasant change. Even with some nights he still had paperwork to go through.

He entered it to his room with a slide of a door. It looked overly large with just him in it. The excess space made him feel small but not lonely. Perhaps it was due to the lack of connection he had with his ex-wife, but he never felt alone at night. With or without her. It was just an odd change that he quickly gotten used to. He soon prepared himself for sleep until something caught his eye. The lime green envelope his sidekicks gave him. Fan mail they said. Trivial he thought. Yet an odd force gravitated him towards it. There was this little voice in the back of his head that told him to read it. Maybe it was because of his sidekick's recommendation and wanting to honour the half-hearted promise he made to them. Or because it was green and there was a touch of curiosity in him. In the end, he gave in to the feeling and picked up the envelope. The item looked tiny in his sausage like fingers. The smooth paper delighted his fingertips. It wouldn't hurt to read a little.

The letter read as so:

Dear Mr Endeavour,

Is the Mr part too formal? I don't know. I've never written a fan letter before.

It's a little embarrassing I must admit.

Not that I don't think your cool. Or should I say hot? You know because of all the fire and all.

Was that weird to say? Sorry if it was.

Anyway, how are you? Not that I expect a reply. I'm sure you get hundreds of these. There's not a guarantee that you'd see this, but it couldn't hurt to try.

Again, I hope you're doing well. It must be tough begin a single parent. Divorced too. I should know. I'm one too. You might have it a little harder with the two boys. I only have one.

It doesn't help when so many people being rude. I hope you're not too disheartened. I'm sure a lot of it is exaggerated. Your sons look so happy when they're around you.

They always seem to want to cling to you. Especially your youngest. I can see it in his eyes. He adores you. It makes me happy. I believe if a child is that happy to be with you there is no way you could be a completely bad person. Just rough around the edges. I have a friend like that. She comes off hard and aggressive but she's sweet when you get to know her more. If only a little overbearing.

Although the hospital incident is a little concerning. What exactly happened if you don't mind me asking. If you can't answer. I understand.

You know my little one is your youngest's age. A boy too. He's the sweetest little man. Always so polite and takes good care of me. He'll grow up to be quite the gentlemen. I think your boys will too.

Speaking of your boys. How are they? I hope they're doing well. Especially after the divorce. I imagine it must be hard since they got to know their mother. My little man never met his father. It's just been me and him, so I don't think he was too effective. Also, your boys didn't just lose a mother but some siblings too. They must be lonely it must be without them. Then again it has been a while so maybe they're a little better.

There are rumours your eldest will attending U.A. Following in your footsteps I bet. I did some research, and you're rather impressive. You must have worked hard to keep your grades up and won the sports festival in your final year and second. Set up an agency in your late twenties. Reaching top 10 not soon after.

Oh, the rankings. How could I forget? Don't get too discouraged. Seeing your dedication, you'll be back up there in no time. I'm sure. But don't forget about your kids, ok? They'll need you.

Enji finished reading the letter with a massive smile on his face. It was unlike any of the others read, and that's saying a lot since he barely read them. From those he remembered they were unreadable scribbles or simple, 'you're the best'. Other times it was a simple 'you suck' with a lot of profanities. Yet they all directed to one person. Endeavour. The hero. Which made sense. They were fans letters for a hero. Yet the way this was written. The wording. It felt less for Endeavour and more for himself. Enji. It was oddly sweet and made his heart a little lighter.

He scanned down to the sender of the letter and read it aloud. "From a fan. I.M…hum it's just the initials." He thought deeply as he stared at the neatly written letters. It was simple yet pretty with a unique style. He pondered as he read through the letter again. "Maybe I should reply?"

AN: Welcome to season 2 everyone. It's going to be a wild one. The event list has already reached 30. A lot of things a due to happen so it may grow. Sadly, the Midoriya and Todoroki family clash is not one of them. I just want to make that clear because I know people will ask. But please be patient with me guys. There's a lot of other stuff I need to establish before that fated meeting. Although we may get a glimpse of them but don't hold me too that.

Also updates maybe inconsistent for a time since I'm working on some other stuff in the background. I'm still trying to complete one of my older works but I'm lacking the motivation. So, I which to this to recharge since I'm excited for this first arc. But I'll be still working on it in the background. So, I might be a couple of days late. So fair warning.

Anyway, I have some guest comments to response to and my old style for reviewing is the only way so...

TheSnackMix – well as you can see this will continue like this. This will cover Izuku's life before U.A. I don't even know if I'll do U.A yet but I at least will cover Izuku's childhood before that. I warned you all at the start this will be a long one which is why I broke it into seasons. With the current plan there should be 3 in total. Season 1 was purely Todoroki family. Season 2 will be what I call disrupting the canon. Or hello strangers.

Guest – don't worry. I'm not offended since I know I'm terrible at grammar. I do try my best and if I see a mistake, I do correct it. I just miss the majority of them all the time. So, I don't mind when they're pointed out.

Next on the list is…what…that's what's next. The next one is going to be an interesting write. And I have a feeling it will take some time. I suppose I should say this now. If you hate Arata with a passion you might want to leave for a while. He'll be heavily involved in this first arc of this season along with two other soon to be coming faces. I need him for one more job.