Izuku's POV

Settling in at the Bakugo family house only took a few hours. His stuff was unpacked within minutes. There wasn't much to unpack considering they weren't allowed to bring much with them in the first place. The governments didnt think as many quirkless would make it back.

Still, they had served their purpose in the war. Those that survived were given compensation for injuries and mental trauma. They also qualified for grants given to regular soldiers after they left the military.

For his part, Izuku had little interest in such things. He planned to become the first quirkless hero. Even with his split personality, he was sure that with a little time he could do it. All he had to do was keep Delta in check. Panov would help with that.

As soon as Izuku had his stuff unpacked he left through the window. It took careful maneuvering to get Luka down with him. There was no doubt in his mind where his mother was buried. Waiting for the Bakugo family to take him wasnt going to happen. He needed to pay his respects as soon as possible.

Izuku took the train to the far side of the city. There was an old cemetery there. His family on his mother's side was buried there. In turn, she was buried there.

It took an hour for him to reach the cemetery. People kept giving him and Luka odd looks as they waited for their stop. Another twenty minutes to find where her grave was. It was well maintained and he could tell that it was visited often. Most likely by the Bakugo's since no one was able to get ahold of his father.

Izuku bowed his head and said, "Hello mom. It's been two years since we have seen each other. I'm sorry I stopped my letter... I was ashamed of what I was becoming. When I entered the war zone I was just an intelligence officer with medical training. Six months in I lost someone. She was my best friend though not my soulmate."

Izuku rubbed at his left shoulder just above his heart. The mark was the name Shouta Aizawa. Whoever this was he was not ready to meet them. With his mind in its current state, he would hurt them.

He continued not letting the thought linger in his mind, "I didnt come back alone thought. Mom this is Luka he is a Bac Ha Dog that I rescued. Next week he starts training to be a support dog. Hes been with me for a year and without him, I would have lost my mind."

Luka rubbed his head against Izuku's leg. A warm smile crossed his face as he rubbed his right hand against Luka's head. Without him, Century Team 12 would have been destroyed by their enemies. Izuku hoped to give the dog a good life now. Hopefully with less excitement from before.

"I'm sorry it took so long to visit you, mom," he sighed, "I wish I could have saved you but I was trying to keep myself alive as well. Still, I'm sorry that I couldn't be here. I will push towards my goals. I swear I will become a hero!"

With that, he turned away from the grave. To find Katsuki Bakugo watching him. How long he had been watching? Why was he even here?

Katsuki snapped, "What the hell were you thinking, Izuku? Mom sent me to get you for dinner but you were gone. Do you know how worried we were?"

Izuku bowed his head as he apologized, "Sorry but I couldn't put this off. I had to apologize for not being here for her," he glanced back at the grave sadly, "For not knowing what she went through. I'll do better this time."

"Let's go home, Deku," sighed Katsuki.

There wasnt any argument on his part. Exhaustion was beginning to creep upon him. Luka nudged him whenever he would get off track. When they finally did make it back to the Bakugo household it was after dark.

Mitsuki gave him an earful about not telling someone when he was going to leave the house. It was nice to know that someone besides Echo and Gordon Webb cared. Those were the only ones from Medusa who truly cared. Conklin may pretend to care but he doesn't. Not really. As he had not met the doctor yet he would withhold judgment on the man. Izuku didn't expect him to be any better than Conklin. Tomorrow would tell though. That was when he had his first appointment with the man.

That night he sat in the window sill watching the city. He would not sleep willingly. The things he had done haunted his dreams. Rather than give fuel to the fire he avoided sleeping whenever possible.

Looking at the sky he felt a pang of longing. If there was one good thing about the war was being able to see the stars at night. In the city, he couldn't see them no matter how hard he searched.

Izuku eventually fell asleep well after midnight.

Flashback

His eyes were on fire! Fire! Explosions and darkness, high winds and pain.… Almanac to Delta! Abandon, abandon! You will respond as ordered. Abandon!

"Snake Lady, Snake Lady! Respond! What are your sector coordinates?"

They were heading into Tam Quan and Delta would not break the silence. He knew where they were and that was all that mattered. Command Saigon could go to hell, he wasn't about to give the North Vietnam monitoring posts an inkling as to where they were going.

"If you won't or can't respond, Snake Lady, stay below six hundred feet! This is a friend talking, you assholes! You don't have many down here! Their radar will pick you up over six-fifty."

:I know that Saigon and my pilot knows it, even if he doesn't like it, and I still won't break silence.: he thought.

"Snake Lady, we've completely lost you! Can any retard on that mission read an air map?"

Yes, I can read one very well, Saigon. Do you think I'd go up with my team trusting any of you? Goddamnit, that's my brother down there! I'm not important to you but he is!

End of flashback

"Gordon…" he groaned. A soft light shining on his face.

Damn it. It was that dream again. Sleeping always brought back his memories of the jungle.

Gordon Webb was the closest thing he had to a brother. They met when he was training to be an intelligence officer. When he became a member of Medusa Gordon did not approve. He tried to talk him out of it but the younger wouldn't hear of it.

All Izuku wanted was revenge at the time and he would do anything to get it. Even become a monster in the eyes of regular soldiers. Through all of it, Gordon supported him. The older quirkless man could have abandoned him. He didnt and every attempt at rebuffing the kindness shown only brought him back with more determination. Eventually, Izuku gave in and allowed him to be the person the boy confided in.

A knock on his door drew his attention. Katsuki entered noting his spot by the window.

The boy grunted, "Breakfast."

Izuku sighed and got up from his place at the window. Stretching his stiff muscles he closed the window. Then he followed Katsuki down to the dining room. Both of the adults were at the table sipping a coffee. On the table were bacon eggs and toast. For the briefest moment, he hesitated then sat next to Katsuki.

Izuku took two pieces of toast and a small amount of eggs. It was too much to eat the bacon. That much grease would make him sick. So he would need to eat light until he could handle heavy food again.

Mitsuki asked eyeing the small amount of food on his plate, "What are your plans for today, Izuku? Katsuki has to go to school but you aren't enrolled in classes yet."

Izuku rubbed his nose as he replied, "I have an appointment with Doctor Panov. After that, I don't have anything planned. Though it would be for me to take online classes rather than going to public school."

He was not looking forward to the appointment. Doctors and Izuku did not get along. The only reason why he was going was because it was apart of his release from service. Otherwise, he would be required to go to one of the hospitals.

There was no way that he would go to a hospital. Not that most of them could hold him if he wanted out. The best part about being quirkless was that he was severely underestimated. They wouldn't expect his fighting skills or willingness to kill if it meant getting away. That was what separated the regular soldiers from the Medusans. Treating him like anyone else would get people killed if they were careful.

Mitsuki admitted, "I had forgotten about that. Do you need me to take you to that or quick you up?"

Izuku shook his head. No, he didnt need anyone taking him to his meeting. In fact, he would rather they didnt. Besides he wanted to check the city's safe house. It was three blocks from Panov's office.

Mitsuki said a look of realization came across her face, "Here I found this last night," she tossed him an older model phone, "It's not the latest model but I had it activated so you can at least keep in contact. We will get you a new one at a later date."

Surprise filled him as he stared down at the phone. It was more than he expected from the Bakugo family. He expected to need to pay for his own phone and other nonessentials. He certainly didnt expect this.

Quietly he said, "Thank you."

Izuku finished his toast and was too full to eat the eggs. He cleaned his plate and dried it. Then he put it back to where it belonged. It only took him a few moments to change into a clean black t-shirt and cargo pants. Luka, as usual, followed him out the door without a leash. Though he had one in his pocket should anyone give them trouble.

He took the less-traveled roads to Panov's office. The office was different from his clinic. There they would just meet and talk. Clinic would be where they housed those who couldn't stay on the outside. Most days Panov traveled back and forth between the two buildings.

In itself, the building that Izuku was going to was plain-looking. Just more bricks in a busy street. One wouldn't even give it a second glance in passing. Only those who knew it was there knew that was where the doctor met with his patients. Those who could still walk freely amongst civilians that was.

He found a plain-looking door with a plaque beside it reading Doctor Morris Panov. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he knocked. Inside he could hear shuffling and the door opened a moment later.

A brown-haired man in a white dress shirt with a black jacket over it and black slacks stood there. The jacket was unbuttoned allowing the boy to see that he didnt have any weapons. Warm brown eyes stared down at him. There wasnt surprise or pity in the gaze. Just calm acceptance of his appearance.

The man said in a low soothing tone, "You must be Izuku Midoriya and this must be Luka. Alex has told me a lot about the rescue pup. It's nice to meet you, I am Doctor Morris Panov. Come in."

Then he stepped aside and allowed Izuku inside. The boy took in the room and found it all different colors. There were chairs of all kinds from beanbags to folding chairs all over the room. Izuku chose one of the folding chairs in the back corner. Panov rolled his own chair so that it was set in front of him. Unlike most doctors, he did not have a notebook to write in.

Panov commented turning his head to the side, "You certainly are not what I was expecting. They didnt tell me much about you when I agreed to take you on as a patient. While they did give me a file I chose not to read it for the moment. I wanted to see you for myself."

Izuku tsked but didnt say anything in return. This doctor was certainly different from what he was expecting. He fully expected an uptight bastard who wanted to Izuku to talk about his feelings.

Panov sighed, "About as talkative as Charlie from your squad. He brought interesting news," Izuku glanced at the man, "It seems to program isn't done. They want to test it in general studies programs starting next year."

They want to do WHAT? Izuku was going to kill Conklin.

Shouta's POV

This was one of the times he hated being the PR for Yuuei. The man standing before them was called Alexander Conklin. He was from Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office or Naichō as it was usually called. Very few people knew that they were behind the soldier program that started for the war.

The man was brown-haired with cold hazel eyes. He wore a three-piece suit and they could a sidearm at his side. It was likely the man's preferred primary weapon. The way he leaned on his cane thought spoke of pain in his left leg. Torn tendons possibly?

They trained children and adults without powers to take part in a war. Many of whom did not come back and those that did were left broken. There were rumors that they had started a black ops program during that time. It was said they were the worst criminals. Some, if they had powers, would have been villain class.

The question that was going through his mind was why were they here? They had to know Nezu would never do anything to jeopardize his students on purpose.

Nezu inquired watching Conklin, "What do you want with my school, Agent Conklin?"

Conklin replied, "I am here with the governments all clear. We would like to do a test run of a new program. It will be the soldier program. We believe it should be an offshoot of our Medusa program. This time with those who have quirkless and not just our quirkless."

Shouta growled, "And why should we subject our students to this? Children are not meant to be soldiers. They are not meant to be killers."

Conklin shot back, "You misunderstand us. We do not want to make murderers of students. However, if the war taught us anything its that this will not be the last conflict. What will we do if the world goes to war as a whole again? You might not like it but our countries have put too much faith in their heroes. If war breaks out heroes will not be realistically able to fight. Not on the caliber that is needed. Do you know who will? The villains."

Shouta wanted to shout back and argue. Then he thought about it carefully. Conklin was right. Most heroes would not be able to take a gunshot. The few that could have physical attribute boosting quirks. The few that they were would not be enough to even form a squad.

Shouta had been shot a few times himself. The pain from it was indescribable. As much as he didnt want to admit it if they went into all-out war only the quirkless would be ready. They already saw the carnage and learned to do what must be done. Still using children for such ends was not something he could stand by and allow.

Nezu vocalized his thoughts, "No matter what might come the ones you are talking about are still children. You cannot expect us to just allow them to be used as weapons. If and it is a big if we allow this program into my school you will have to make allowances."

Conklin offered with a small smile, "I am here with full authority to negotiate. Even if you do not agree there are other schools. You cannot stop them all. Not even you are that powerful Nezu and they won't have the bargaining power that you have."

Shouta could tell that his boss was working hard to keep his usual happy facade up. The rat principal did not like being backed into a corner like this. It was either Yuuei tried out the program with stipulations or another school possibly without them. Better to protect the children as much as possible.

Nezu challenged, "Only if you agree to my stipulations."