Izuku's POV

The smell of antiseptic was the first thing he noticed when he came to. It took him a long moment to remember why he would be smelling antiseptic. That stupid cop had pulled his stitches and then threw him in holding with a bunch of criminals. He probably owed Tsukauchi his life now that he thought about it. The detective's quick response had most likely saved him from bleeding out.

Opening his eye he was blinded for half a second by the lights. With his good arm he rubbed at his eyes to clear them. Once they were adjusted he found that he was in a single occupant room. Unusual most hospitals regardless of who brought him in wouldn't have cared. They would take one look at his file and dismiss him.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows and ignoring the pain he glanced around. Only to freeze when he saw a sleeping figure next to him. What in the hell was Best Jeanist doing here?

The denim clad hero was dozing in the chair next to him. Had they figured out he was a vigilante? Was that why a hero was guarding him?

No that didn't make sense. No matter how exhausted the hero was he wouldn't allow himself to be caught off guard around a threat. So then why was the hero here?

Izuku wouldn't get answers laying around. So he pushed himself up fully into a sitting position. Pulling down the hospital gown he found his shoulder bandaged and clean. That at least meant the hospital either didn't see his quirkless status, true or not, or the heroes were keeping them from trying anything.

Izuku highly doubted it was the latter. Doctors would always true something. That's how it always had been for him. In their eyes quirkless would always be less than everyone else. So many refused to even see him and other like him.

As Izuku to the side of his bed the machines he was hooked up to started beeping wildly. Obviously not liking the actions he was taking. The noise in turn woke up the sleeping hero.

Jeanist jolted awake his eyes immediately scanning the room for a threat. Then they landed on the greenette and something in them softened. That he was not used to.

Jeanist asked softly as if he was trying not to startle him, "Do you know where you are? Are you in any pain?"

"Why do you care?"

Jeanist blinked at him for a moment before he said, "Beyond the fact that I'm the Number 4 Hero? We there is a couple..."

Jeanist didn't get to finish as the door was flung opened and in stormed a green haired man with yellow highlights. Golden eyes barely hidden behind his glasses searched the room.

Well shit. Maybe they did know he was a vigilante. Why else would Sir Nighteye and Best Jeanist be in same hospital room? Especially given that said room was that of a Second Year Middle School student.

A moment later Tsukauchi came through the door. His dark eyes glaring at the green haired hero. When they saw that Izuku was awake though they softened. Why were these adults acting like they cared? No one cared about someone like him. That was how it always had been.

Tsukauchi said a smile twitching at his lips, "You're awake. It's good to see that," then to the man, "Nighteye, you should know better to run through a hospital."

Nighteye however did not take his eyes off of izuku. The two just stared at each other. Not knowing how to proceed.

Tsukauchi sighed after a moment, "I guess now that Nighteye and Best Jeanist are here we can proceed," Izuku shot the man a questioning look prompting him to continue, "Midoriya your mother is currently in custody after the events of yesterday. You've been asleep for several hours and it is currently 7 in the morning. I just arrived to relieve Eraserhead from his watch."

Izuku blinked at him before he said quietly, "Thank you, Detective. What about the two Pro Heroes in my room? I wouldn't have thought they would be on watch. Will I be going into the Foster System?"

There was not a chance in hell. He would rather take his chance out on the streets than end up in the system. If he ended up in the system they would have him dead by the end of the year.

Tsukauchi shook his head as he said, "Not unless we can't work out something here. You see, Midoriya, the first people that are contacted in abuse cases like this are soulparents. Soulmarks were unique to individual. Most hospitals have a registry known marks. If they thought there was a possible match they would contact them."

Confusion followed the detective's explanation. What was he going with this? Wait... though of his marks. They would fit both men. Did that mean?

He looked back up at the heroes searching for confirmation. Jeanist was the first to speak, "I have already confirmed that it is my mark. Nighteye still needs to confirm his."

Carefully Izuku showed the sharp eyed hero his arm. The one where the green falcon lay. When it was revealed the man sucked in a sharp breath his eyes widening.

Then the man pulled back the sleeve of his suit revealing a green otter. That was definitely his mark. Something inside him instinctually confirmed it.

Jeanist sighed and mumbled something under his breath before he did the same. He stood and moved so that they had a good look at the man's side. Just like Nighteye's arm there was a green otter on his side just below the ribs. The exact same place as his blond colored wolf mark.

Without looking either man in the eye he confirmed to Tsukauchi, "They are my soulparents."

Tsukauchi nodded and said, "At least that's one thing out of the way. However there is still the question on which will receive at least temporary custody. Full custody to be considered later on."

The two heroes considered each other for a moment before Jeanist suggested, "Why not let Midoriya spend time with both of us? As it stands now we both have equal rights to his custody. However he is old enough to decide for himself. Does a week with both of sound amni amicable to you both?"

"Yes, sir."

Nighteye replied speaking for the first time since he entered, "It is for me. I have two major operations planned for the next week however."

Jeanist nodded as he said, "Then Midoriya you can come stay with me for for the week."

Izuku's mouth went dry as he nodded uncertainly. Staying with heroes just might put a damper on his vigilante nights. As long as he kept his laptop away from them he would be able to continue that way. It just wasn't quite the same as hitting the streets. Kavar would probably be ecstatic about it though. His brother in all but blood always worried about him when he patrolled. His fight with Stain would only make it worse. Stain wasn't one to leave unfinished business after all. Maybe it would be good to lay low for a little while.

Before he could finish that train of thought someone bent down so that they were eye level with him. Blinking it took a few seconds to realize that Jeanist had moved closer. Light and dark green eyes clashed against each other.

Izuku was reminded of just last night when they had come across each other in the field. Both were assessing the other. Izuku trying to decide if this was a terrible mistake. Best Jeanist looking for something but Izuku didn't know what.

Tsukauchi said breaking the spell, "I'll get the paperwork started and inform the doctors. You should be able to leave by lunch. Tomorrow I'll arrange for us to get some of your stuff. Don't worry about your lessons with Nezu. They are postponed until you get settled in."

Izuku said, "Thank you detective."

Tsukauchi headed for the door with Nighteye close behind. However to Izuku's surprise Nighteye hesitated at the door. He seemed to debate with himself before turning around.

He said sincerely, "I do look forward to getting to know you, Midoriya. It's just an incredibly busy week for me. I hope you understand."

Izuku did understand. Better than anyone in fact about the busyness of the life they chose. It was more difficult for heroes to take breaks than any other profession. They were always needed and without them villains would get it in their heads to make trouble.

Of all the lifestyles he chose this was the most difficult. He wouldn't have it any other way. All he ever wanted to do was help people and that's exactly what he would do.

So he plastered on a smile and said, "Of course, Sir."