It will be a long, long time before Hisashi and Tomura become the people you saw in Did My Time. Izuku too, but that's more because he's incredibly emotionally unstable and hurt - but how much of that is OFA's influence, I wonder...

The next morning, after a fitful sleep in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of a city somewhere far from Musutafu, Kurogiri warped them all to a little abandoned building in the slums that looked close to collapse.

"Well, this is it," Hisashi said as pleasantly as he could manage. "Our temporary home."

"I do hope we won't be disturbed here while we search for a real house," Inko fretted, wringing her hands together.

"Don't worry, I made sure that the local gangs and any ne'er-do-wells would leave us alone." The tall man wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Izuku noticed her tense slightly in his hold.

It only served to make him feel more uneasy about his new arrival into their lives. Just what was he doing here? And why on earth was he acting like they were a perfect little family again?

His father seemed to notice his standoffish demeanor, as he glanced over and smiled. "I know it's not luxury, but I did have to pull some strings to make sure you would be comfortable."

He didn't dare say anything, lest the churning unease in his chest make itself known.

As they walked in through a hidden side entrance, Inko and Izuku were taken aback at how relatively clean it was.

They were even more shocked when Hisashi called out, and slowly, the grumpy form of Shigaraki Tomura slunk in.

His eyes were sunken in with little sleep, and his cracked lips were set into a frown as he leveled the two Midoriyas with a cold stare.

"I'm sure you've been wondering what I've really been up to these past several years," Hisashi began, gesturing to the young man. "Inko, if you'll allow me time, I can explain-"

"Why is a villain going to be living with us?!" She exclaimed, grabbing and holding onto Izuku's shoulders. "Why is the villain actively seeking to kill my son going to be under the same roof as him?! Why should I trust you to keep him from killing us both?!"

Tomura snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I told you she wouldn't want me here," he snapped irritably. "This was a waste of my time."

"Now, Tomura," Hisashi began in disapproval. "This is every part of your family as it is mine. While I regret that I couldn't introduce you sooner, the life I've lived forced me to separate my fatherhood from my criminal empire."

"Why should I trust anything you say?" Izuku demanded next. "You've been out of my life since I was a baby - why should I suddenly trust you to keep me safe when you didn't even feel remorse for kidnapping my friends?"

Inko sighed shakily, glaring at her husband. "This is not what I had in mind when you said you had a foster, Hisashi. I didn't expect you to have fostered the one person wanting to kill our son!"

"You think I want this either?" Tomura spat, glaring at them in hatred. "I couldn't care less about your sappy little family. I was born for one thing and one thing only - to kill All Might - and I do not care if you get in my way."

"Tomura, you will not harm a hair on my wife and son's heads." Hisashi's voice suddenly grew very dangerous, and Izuku flinched, the unfettered voice of All For One stirring up horrible memories. "I want you to get along."

"Sensei, this is ridiculous!" He began scratching long scarlet ribbons into his neck, gritting his teeth underneath the hand mask. "You can't possibly ask me to play domestic now, can you? Not when One For All is finally within our grasp!"

At this, the man took pause. He turned to look at his son, and Inko glared at him, her hold tightening on her boy.

"This is not what I wanted when you said you wanted to be a family again, Hisashi," she spoke evenly, anger simmering in her eyes.

"You are not my father," Izuku added, hands clenching into shaking fists. "My father has been dead to me since I was a child."

"But I am," the silver-haired man countered. "Inko, you still have the wedding photos, don't you?"

The small woman sighed heavily, but nodded. "Yes, they should be a box somewhere, but I have a photo on my phone."

When she pulled out her cell, she opened her photos app and scrolled back until she found the picture. Holding up the device, she showed the group. To Izuku's dismay, the man smiling so proudly in the photo was the same one standing before him, save for a few more wrinkles.

"You may be my dad, but you aren't my father." Izuku blinked, and before he realized it, a torrent of hurt was coming out. "You were never there for me! You never came to school functions, you never congratulated me for good grades, you never comforted me when I was being bullied, you never told me you loved me, or that you were proud of having me as a son, you didn't do anything! Even Kacchan's dad was a better father to me than you, and I hardly ever saw him around once I turned four! Did you ever really love me? Or did that all end when I found out I was quirkless?!"

Inko choked a sob and rested her forehead on his shoulder. As soon as the words had left his mouth, guilt seeped into his heart at her reaction. He knew it was a sore spot, but they had both made their peace on it - this was not meant for her, and she knew that.

"Izuku, you know that's not…" Hisashi fumbled with his words for a few seconds before sighing quietly and opening his arms. "You know I had to leave you both. If I hadn't, then who would take care of you? Who would keep you safe? I still have heroes after me that would not hesitate for a second to put you in harm's way if it meant getting to me. I had to leave you."

"So your criminal life was worth more to you than your family ever was?" He snapped with enough hatred in his voice that it surprised even him.

"You were worth so much to me that I left to protect you," the man corrected. "I do admit, I first married as a cover. Who would expect the most feared criminal in the history of Quirks to have a family right under their noses? But it wasn't long before I fell in love and I realized - I can't let my enemies hurt you. I can't have All Might use you to get to me."

"Like how you used Kacchan to get to All Might?" The venom in the boy's voice was deadly quiet.

"That's different."

"Is it?" Izuku's glare was squared on him, and for a moment, the older man swore he bore a striking resemblance to another boy with the same Quirk, from long ago. He could almost hear his voice coming out of his son's mouth: "You knew he's important to me, yet you still hurt him. You hurt him to get to us. To get to me."

Silence settled, thick and uncomfortable, around the room.

Izuku brushed off his mother's arms, never once letting his eyes wander from his father.

"I'm taking a walk," he said, stiffly turning and leaving.

"Izuku," his mother's voice was desperate and sad. "Izuku, wait."

As much as it killed him inside to ignore her, he squared his shoulders and left the building, his pulse rushing in his ears.