AN: I don't own MHA

Celebrate

"With the combined forces of an unusual partnership between hot debated Endeavour and our symbol of peace All Might. Kidnapped victim: Izuku Todoroki has made it home safely."

A woman sat in the centre of her couch, a piece of paper in her hands. She was petite. A little too petite. Her collar bone was prominently shown and the skin cling tightly to her hands. Under close inspection you could trace out the bone outline. Her jumper hung off her frame loosely. Practically drowning in the fabric. Yet somehow her face stayed rounded and soft. It passed her off as normal on a first glace. With straight green hair and eyes to match. She smiled at the screen.

It was the newest report about the kidnapping case of the youngest Todoroki child. Thankfully, the boy was found, the villains were captured, and they were safely home to their family. A perfect happy ending.

"He's alright," she cheered quietly while watching the screen. The new report cut to the villains that took the child in handcuffs. They were being pushed in the back of a police car. Just what they deserved. Then it switched to a clip of the smiling victim. Crying as he hugged his older brother. Their father was not too far behind them like always. A light feeling entered her heart while she watched the family reunion. It was a pleasant feeling of relief and awe. "He looks so happy."

For a long time, she was watched that boy and their family. It was a personal interest the kept her eyes glued to them. After all she was the true mother.

It all started with a misunderstanding.

"Who was it, Inko? Who!" Her husband shirked. It was the first time she saw him so furious. Usually, he was calm. Always sweet to her. Keeping her safe and comfortable. Not wanting for anything. Never once did he raise his voice. Until that day.

"It's nobody I swear," she cried while holding her red cheek.

"Then why does it look like that!"

This was the start of it all. The day her happy married life ended in shambles. The day she brought this baby to her home. She had no choice. After pleading for hours at the doctors, claiming there had to be a mistake. That child was not hers, yet they all turned her away. That the child was certainly hers. They pushed and never said any less. If she didn't take them, she'd have to give them up. This two-tone haired child. Innocent of any crime. She didn't have the heart to leave them all alone. Not after hearing them cry for someone. So, she took the child home despite the trouble it would likely cause.

"I don't know." She wanted to explain to her husband what had happened. To clear the misunderstanding, he clearly had of her. He hasn't had any of it. May it be for the heightened hostile emotions at the time, or his unwavering pride knowing he was in the right. Her husband wouldn't listen to a word.

The next thing she knew he turned away from her. Walked out of the door and slammed it shut. It was the last she saw of him. She tried to reach him, but he already blocked all connections with her. Last she knew of him were the devoice papers sent to her. That was it. It was all over.

Alone she cried for days. Never eating. Never stepping outside. It was just her and one other.

"Wah! Wah!"

The cries would always waken her from her heartbroken trance. She'd go to the room every time. In a crib made for her own child now housed a different one. Stubs of white and red hair grew from their head's centre. They were weakly rocking their small body. Crying for attention. She would always give him that.

"Shhh it's ok, little one," she softly whispered each time. She'd pick up the child and hold them close. Their tears would instantly stop. Whatever they needed she would give. A change of diapers. Some tempered milk. Or simply, like that moment, the desire to be held. She'd give everything to him, and her reward was the sweetest smile she ever received. The boy quickly made a place in her heart. With his little sparkling eyes, soft cries, and gummy smile. Since the moment she laid eyes on him she could only describe him as precious.

One day, while washing his clothes, she noticed something written on the labels. It was faint, but she could still make out the faded characters. "Shoto? Is that your name, little one?" She asked the baby kindly while picking them up. With the drastic changes she had to deal with paired with emotional stress. she hadn't had the time to come up with a name for the boy. A part of her wanted to give him the name she wanted to give her original son, but it wasn't right. He wasn't her son. When she spotted the simple name written on the only clothes he came with, she could only assume.

The baby said nothing but giggled. Only happy to be held. It was so calming being in the woman's arms even if they were shaky and thin. They were still warm and comforting. He'd always fall asleep.

Inko smiled at their peaceful expression. "I guess I'm your mother now, little Shoto." She told him to bring him close to her. Snuggling with his soft face she whispered, "I'll do my best for you."

That's how it all started. Her life with her little Shoto.

Admittedly, it was a rough start. Being alone raised such a small child but eventually, she got her rhythm. Thankfully, her ex-husband didn't leave her with nothing. She kept the apartment they were living in and all their valuables. Along with a decent devoice settlement check, she was able to financially support both her and Shoto. But that money didn't last forever.

After her divorce, more pieces of her life started to shatter. Her husband was the main breadwinner, and she was a jobless housewife that occasionally did some volunteer work. She tried to get a new proper job, out but most of the higher-end positions rejected her. She was only able to sore minor jobs. They weren't efficient when you have a baby that required high levels of attention. Luckily, she had a trump card that was always in her corner. Cornered by billies? She'd appear with a strong right hook. Got sick, missing important notes and a big test is coming up? She'd already be at your front door with notes and chicken soup. Don't have anything to wear for the dance? She'd spend the rest of her free time turning you into Cinderella. Her hight school bestie Mitsuki Bakugo.

Mitsuki was an angel with a bit of devil's blood in her. The day she found out what happened she was ready to hunt her ex-husband down and strangle him to death. The explosive woman had a lot of unsavoury words to say. She was the one that help her. It helped that she had child of her own around the same age. With her and her kind-hearted husband by her side, she was able to easily take care of herself and Shoto. Anytime Inko needed to fill in for her various jobs, Mitsuki would always save the day.

The woman also tried to give her money, but Inko had a bit of pride in her. Admittedly, It wasn't much, but she was already using her friend for so much. Taking her money too felt wrong. Inko was determined to at least try to make a living for her and her baby. Even if she felt her bones dwindling with each week.

All was not peaceful. As Shoto grew, those who knew her, and her husband started talking. They whispered behind her back. Giving her crude names and criticizing her actions. How dare she betray her husband. Completely believing she was the one who ruined their marriage by giving in to a one-night stand. Or worst an affair for years. It completely tarnished what little reputation she once had. The places she used to volunteer at asked her not to come. Claiming she would ruin their good name. Same words were said to possible employers who caught wind of the stories. Then promptly rejected her.

Worst of all she didn't have the heart to deny it. If she, did it would feel like she was rejecting Shoto. Her sweet little Shoto. She didn't want to lose him if the truth was found. He was all she had. Her reason to keep going. So, she played the role of his biological mother. No matter how much pain it brought her. Not like anyone believed in the truth. Expect Mitsuki.

"Got something to say, you snakes?" A woman with explosive blond hair and knife-sharp eyes slammed her hand at a table. A couple of gossiping women jumped spilling half their tea. They were giggling to themselves when they saw Inko sharing some lunch with her friend. They hissed at how shameful it was for the green hair woman to show her face in public. It drove the blonde mad. In the end, the women were cowards and ran. Mitsuki checked her tongue, "bitches don't know what they're talking about. You, ok?"

"I'm fine, Mitsuki." Inko lied. Holding her teacup, a little tighter. "I'm sorry for all the trouble."

"Don't make that face," the woman cheered. Playfully, she slapped a hand at her friend's shoulder. "What are friends for?"

She truly was the best. The only one that believed her crazy story. Mostly because she knew Inko was too good of a person to ever had an affair. If anyone disagrees with her, she's lash out with the sharpest words known to man. 100% chance of bleeding. Mostly form the ears. Inko was glad to have her by her side. One day she hoped her Shoto would fine a Mitsuki for himself. Someone that will always stick by him no matter what.

Slowly, Inko's life finally found a normal. With Mitsuki's support Shoto grew up healthy. With a good friend in the form of Mitsuki's son. When only a baby, she could tell the boy got more traits from his strong-willed mother than his timed father. Hopefully, he and her little Shoto would become the best of friends growing up. She had a couple of jobs that made enough to keep the lights on and put food on Shoto's plate. Neverminded her own. So long as Shoto could grow up well. All her gruelling work would be worth it.

But then it happened. The day she first saw him.

She and Mitsuki were on the couch. Their children playing upstairs in their room playing heroes. The women were having a chat while mindlessly channel surfing. Until they landed on a news channel with a special news story. Both their eyes widen at the screen.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Mitsuki said her mouth agape. There on the screen was news of the newest Todoroki child. An adopted boy with striking green hair. "That flaming fucker," the woman hissed. It took all her willpower not to punch the screen. Instead, she redirected that energy to grab her friend's arm. Anymore and she'd get a broken bone. "Come on, Inko. I know I some lawyers that can whip that asshole back to hell. Number 2 or not." She tried to pull them off the couch, but they didn't move. "Inko?"

The woman's eyes couldn't leave the screen. Reporters on all angles as the Todoroki family protected the tiny boy. No matter how you look at him, he was a perfect match. The boy had her hair colour and eyes. The curls clearly belonging to her ex-husband. His freckles too. That was her boy. Her true flesh and blood with another family. One that had striking similarities to her current boy. She wasn't oblivious. She could see it clear as day. The red and white hair. The turquoise and grey eyes. Again, another perfect match.

So many thoughts were running in her mind. So many questions: Why did they do this? Did they not what their own son? Was this some odd mix-up? If so, why didn't they search for their son? They knew the boy wasn't theirs since they claim he's adopted. It was all so confusing. But those questions were drowned by one true fact. "He looks so happy."

Inko couldn't overlook it. In fact, she was mesmerised by it. The way the boy cling on to the huge man. They way they smile at him and how they would smile back. In a blink and you'll miss it sort of way. They were clearly happy where they were.

"He's also your kid," Mitsuki tried to snap her friend to her senses. She marched up to the TV and painted a long-coloured nail to the green boy. "Look at him. He looks like you and that pig head combined. And isn't Izuku the name you guys wanted to give him? The hell that's a coincidence!"

Yes, she could see that, but she could also see he was happy. Her fingers twitched while her heart fought with conflicting emotions. They ran wild, but only for a moment. "Is it so bad to keep things as they are?"

Mitsuki's mouth dropped. "Inko, you can't really mean that. That's your son. Don't you want them back?"

Yes. Of course, she wanted him. That was her boy that man was holding. The one she and her beloved ex-husband made. The one she gave birth to. The one she had been dreaming to hold while they were still in her stomach. However, he wasn't the one she raised. He wasn't the one she watched grow up. The one she changed diapers for. The one she loved and kept her going in this lonely, devoiced life. If she tried to get her original boy back. "What would happen to Shoto?"

Instantly, Mitsuki shut her mouth. Any fight she had before fizzled out. "I didn't really think about that."

"It's ok Mitsuki. This is fine." She said with a weak smile. Trying to convince her friend and herself.

But there was still this voice inside her mind. She had always been the worrying type. So, whenever there was an article about the Todoroki family, she'd read it. Even forgoing a piece of her wages on paid news sites for any extra info. It was the only thing that keep her sane after that revelation. Then it became something a little more. The Todoroki family was a very reclusive one. None of the members had any strong social media presence. Any articles truly about them were far and in-between. However, there were articles about one member in truck loads.

Enji Todoroki. More commonly known as Endeavour the number 2 hero of their country.

Inko never really had a stronger interest in heroes. She respected them and were thankful for their work, but never went out of her way to follow any of them. Until him. Perhaps it was the fact this man had her biological son, but she paid extra attention to the flame hero. She began to notice things about him. He was rough but professional. It was kind of amusing when she spotted those little times his tough persona slipped. The most famous example was when he proudly proclaimed Izuku was his son. She could never forget the chill his voice gave her. The power. The sincerity. At first appearances the man was terrifying, yet there was something about him that made her want to look more.

Like a flower to the sun, she couldn't look away. She needed more. So dug into the hero's history. Anything available. The more she looked the more she found herself sinking deeper. The man truly was impressive. A dedicated hard worker. Never stopping. Climbing higher even if the climb seemed impossible. It was admirable. Yet despite the harsh image he always seemed gentle with her boy. It was drawing her anxiety gates down. She wanted to know more.

To this day she still watched the Todoroki family. Any articles concerning them she would consume even if they were nothing but lies. The media was always so harsh towards Endeavour. It only worsened by his messy divorce. They claimed he was a horrible man who didn't deserve the title of hero or father. But she never believed them.

Call it foolish optimism but she wanted to believe he was good. That he was a man she could trust her biological son with. That's why she sent him a letter. Honestly, she made it on a whim hoping her words to reach the man at the very least. She never expected a reply.

Her eyes gaze down at the letter in her hands. it came months ago, and she still can't believe it's really. She even read it too many times to count it's embarrassing, but she never tired of it:

To I.M

Endeavour is fine. That is my hero's name.

If you must know, by the time, I'm writing this I am well.

And yes, it has been a rough year. I'm thankful for your concern. I will not disclose much for obvious reasons, but my boys have helped me through this tough time.

They are both well. My eldest has the same fiery will like me. I'm still debating if that's a good or bad thing. A stubborn one he is, I can't help but be a little prideful. Despite his shortcomings, he's still fighting for his desires. It worries me at times, but he has already past the recommendation exams. I can only hope for the best.

As for my youngest, he's a sweet one. He indeed likes to follow me around as well as my eldest. Always smiling and wanting to help. In little ways of course. He'd always deliver treats to me on bad days. An observant one he is. Always has been. At times he'd come to my agency watching my sidekicks go about their day. Then report on his findings. I'm always amazed by the little details he picks up. His notes helped me quite a bit with their annuals report.

Although I worry about him the most. You need not answer this question, but it is a well-known fact my youngest is quirkless. Will he, be alright? Apologies that was an unnecessary thing to say. There's no need to reply.

In any case, I do hope you and your boy is well. Being a single parent is rough. Although I feel as if I'm the lucky one. My boys have supported me greatly. They do miss their siblings, but I couldn't be more grateful that they chose to stay with me. I cannot imagine what my life would be like without them.

Thank you for your support. Your kind words are greatly appreciated. I will reach my original ranking, and do not worry. I will never forget my sons. They are too precious.

Yours truly, Endeavour.

To her, this was more than enough proof to show he was a good man. His penmanship put her own to shame. Elegant and orderly. Even his words although blunt had this softness about them. He truly loved his sons, and she couldn't be happier. After this letter, she had no regret trusting that man.

Carefully, she presses the note to the chest. It never failed to make her smile. Her eyes then make their way back to the screen. Endeavour was being bombarded by paparazzi again, but he still kept his signature stern express. No matter how many flashes, questions and even insults were thrown at him. It was oddly charming. "Maybe I should send another one," she whispered aloud. Her eyes never left the hero's face. He was too bright to ever look away from.

There was a sudden creaking noise behind her. She turned around to find a small boy sly peaking behind the walls. Their little hand gripped the edge tightly with slight nervousness.

"Shoto." Inko greeted sweetly. She called the boy over offering her lap as a chair. The boy's duel-coloured eyes gleamed at the prospect. It didn't take long for him to rush over and climb her lap. Making himself comfortable as he cuddled against her thin waist. Happily, the woman placed her chin on top of the boy's head. Combing to his hair with her fingertips. "Mommy got a raise today. Would you like to go get ice cream to celebrate?" Oddly, the boy didn't seem too excited. He wore a hard frown instead of a smile. His eyes wandering elsewhere. "What's wrong Shoto?"

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. His hand ran under the women's long-sleeved jumper. He could still feel the rough skin hidden underneath.

"Oh Shoto. It doesn't hurt anymore see." He pulled down her sleeve. The mark was patch dark patch a complete contrast to her naturally fair skin. She ran her fingers down the mark. It made an odd scraping sound as her fingernails scratched against it. Yet her face didn't flinch. She then kissed the boy's forehead and hugged them tightly. "Come one let's go to the ice cream parlour. We can give bring Katsuki along. You'd like that, won't you?"

With no other choice, the boy nodded with a strained smile. His head lay on her shoulder as his eyes wander to the T.V screen. They sharpened with a spiteful look She was watching him again. His teeth grinned on themselves as he watched the so-called hero talk to the press. A bitter fire burned in his heart every time he saw that man's face. It was all their fault.

AN: It's been a long time coming...and it's still going to be a long time. I got 2 more cast members before the eventually cross paths of these two families...in the final season... Anyway it feels so good doing a simplistic event. Next one should be rather simple too.