I listened to a lot of Oogway Ascends during the first part of this chapter. I'm still kind of weepy.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy one tearful reunion and one less-than-pleasant one.

"Midoriya, my boy," Yagi greeted in surprise the next morning. "I did not know we were meeting today."

"I… I had to apologize," Izuku twiddled his fingers together nervously. "For… y'know, for springing that on you last night."

The older man's deep blue irises softened, and he lay a hand across the boy's shoulders. "There is nothing to apologize for. I understand that keeping a secret this big is… admittedly, a lot to put on you. I should have waited to find someone older, but…"

"No, no, I really appreciate it," Izuku interjected. "But… there's a reason I asked if I could tell someone."

Taking a deep breath, he looked into his mentor's face. "Nana wants to meet you."

The blond's whole body seemed to go rigid at that, wide eyes trained on a spot just past Izuku's shoulder. His lips parted in shock. "She… she does?"

"She begged me to see you first," he responded with a shy laugh. "Um… would you want that?"

Yagi swallowed hard. His hands shook as he ran one through his tousled hair. "I… I don't know. I'm- it's been so long since…"

He trailed off, and it became quiet between them.

Izuku watched his mentor as he turned his gaze to stare off at the horizon, the wind gently rustling his hair.

After a moment, he silently nodded and turned back to his successor.

A lump grew in his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Yagi's voice cracked. "Nana."

"Toshinori," Izuku's voice remained, though with a touch of warmth and a familiar motherly twinge that made what was left of his weary heart clench.

"Is… it truly you?" He cautiously reached out, fingertips just scant centimeters from the familiar curls. The face was that of his mentee, but… those eyes…

Izuku's lips curled into a smile and his voice came from them, but the cadence of his tone was not his. "I would not trick you like that. You silly boy, you know me better than that."

Tears bubbled up and spilled over his cheeks as he got to his knees, tiny hands clasping his as he bowed his head.

"It was such a shock seeing you in this form for the first time," Nana murmured, squeezing his fingers tighter. "That bastard did a number on you, didn't he?"

"I almost died."

A soft chortle escaped Izuku's throat as a hand traced Yagi's cheek. "I can tell."

His heart painfully clenched, and even with his eyes clenched shut he could picture her standing before him. The motherly smile on her face, perpetually youthful and optimistic, the kindness in her dark eyes…

"I always… wondered what I'd say to you," he spoke quietly, voice quivering, even as his teardrops hit the rooftop. "If we met again."

There was a pause, and then, "Oh?"

"For years I've thought of what to say. What I'd ask. What I'd tell you." He swallowed again with a shaky breath. "But it's funny… now that you're standing before me, I can't think of a single thing to start with."

Izuku's hands they were, but it wasn't his successor he thought of when a thumb pressed into his skin and swiped another tear away.

"You don't have to say anything." Nana was quiet, solemn, and the next he knew were arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in close to Izuku's stomach. "I'm here now, Toshinori. I am here."

He wrapped his arms around the tiny torso in quiet desperation, hot tears soaking the front of the soft, gray jacket as the former Hero of Peace began to weep.

"Um, Mom?" Izuku fiddled with his jacket sleeves as he entered the living room, the tissue in his hand being stuffed into his pocket.

Both Hisashi and Inko looked up, and Tomura continued to file his nails on the couch across from them.

"Can I… can I talk to you for a minute?" His gaze darted between curious parents and uncaring adopted brother. "And… and Tomura too?"

Tomura glanced up at the sound of his name, eyes already narrowed in suspicion.

"Sure, honey," the woman answered, glancing over. "Tomura?"

"I'm not mad at you or anything!" Izuku hurriedly reassured, raising his hands. "I just have a… very important secret… that I need you to know."

"Whatever you can say to me, you can say in front of Sensei," Tomura answered tersely.

Izuku glanced over at Hisashi helplessly before heaving a sigh.

Nana?

The former hero's voice came in clear, her disdain making him wince. As much as I hate his guts… if this is the only way for me to speak to Tomura, then fine. Let him hear.

"Okay, fine," he relented. Clearing his throat, he began, "Ever since… ever since high school began, a little bit after that actually, I've had this… thing. Where I can hear ghosts."

Hisashi's eyebrows raised to his hairline and Tomura eyed him incredulously. Inko was rigid in her seat, face white with surprise and concern.

"They aren't bad ghosts, they're good ghosts," the boy continued. "And… part of my Quirk has to do with these… ghosts."

Tomura immediately locked eyes with his teacher in question, and the tall man slowly shook his head.

"Izuku, what are you talking about?" He slowly asked. "You don't have a supernaturally-based Quirk. You have an analysis Quirk."

The entire room froze.

Izuku felt his feet planted firmly on the ground, yet his head felt light on his shoulders. What?

"What?" His mother unknowingly echoed his thoughts with an exclamation of shock. "Hisashi - the doctor told me he was Quirkless!"

"That, ah… that's because he's my doctor." The villain explained tiredly. "Yes, Izuku was born Quirkless - but before I left, I gave him one so that he wouldn't be completely helpless."

Helpless. Quirkless. Quirked…?!

"So you… you…" Izuku's voice choked in his throat, surprise and hurt and anger bleeding through his tone until his fists were painfully clenched at his sides, electric flashes of One For All crackling under his skin. "You- you let me believe… for twelve years… that I was Quirkless… and you never bothered to say anything about it?! I was told that I would never manifest a Quirk for the rest of my life and you didn't bother to tell us that the doctor was wrong?!"

"You didn't go in for a second checkup?" The man balked in surprise. "I could have sworn after you began exhibiting higher levels of intelligence and wit that your teachers would have caught on!"

"You didn't tell either of us!" Inko chimed in angrily, all but leaping from the couch to go to Izuku's side. "My baby boy suffered for years in the public school system, suffered relentless bullying from peers and teachers alike, was told that he was worthless and would never amount to anything - all because you didn't tell your doctor to give us a heads-up?!"

"You gave him a Quirk?!" Tomura exclaimed. "He was born Quirkless?!"

"I gave you yours," he revealed next.

The look that shot between the two boys in the next moment was nothing short of horrified.

"There is no possible way the analysis Quirk I gave you is allowing you to see ghosts." Hisashi concluded, leaning forward with a strange glint in his eye. "So the only way that would be possible…"

"Is that I apparently manifested the ability to see ghosts," Izuku pressed on, eyes narrowed at his father, "and one of them wants to talk to Tomura."

"Me?" The older male balked. "I haven't… you're sure this is a nice ghost?"

"She's very nice," he assured.

"Good, because I don't recall killing any girls lately." Tomura huffed, turning slightly on the couch with his arms folded. "Fine."

He looked to his still-angry mother with a grimacing smile and closed his eyes, stepping back out of her arms.

After a moment, he could feel the shift - all of a sudden it was as if he was pushed out of his own body and he was looking on from inside his own mind, his eyes seeing the same sight but not being his.

Nana opened his eyes and he could hear his own voice flowing from his mouth, a lighter cadence to it that was markedly not his. "When I agreed to meet you… I hadn't thought it would be in the middle of an argument."

Inko balked at the gently-standing form of her son. "I… Izuku?"

Izuku's form softly smiled her way. "I'm afraid not, ma'am. My name is Nana, and I am one of the… ghosts, shall we say, that your son can see."

Hisashi sat up straighter at the name, his bright-red eyes wide in shock. "You… first him, and now you?"

Nana glared at him. "I have no business with you, All For One."

Turning, his lips parted in quiet surprise. "Tenko… no, Tomura. My, how you've grown."

"Who are you?" The man was pressed against the back of the couch in distrust, hands already open in warning. "You aren't Deku."

"No," Nana agreed. "I… I'm your grandmother. My name is Shimura Nana, and I was slain by your master half a century ago."

Almost instantly the man's eyes narrowed and he rose from the couch.

"Tomura," Hisashi's voice began, tone dipping in a warning.

"Tomura," Inko pleaded, though her son's hand stopped her from intervening.

Nana stood before him with no fear, Izuku's full height of 5'5" dwarfed by Tomura's 5'9".

"So you say you're my grandma, huh?" He leered, glaring down at the spirit. "Okay then. What was my father's name?"

The smile on Izuku's face fell into a remorseful frown as Nana recounted, "Kotaro, my baby boy. I gave him up for adoption after my husband was killed so that I could keep him safe from All For One."

She raised a hand as if to touch his cheek, but faltered. "You look so much like him."

The glare on his face grew into a snarl at that. "My father was an unforgivable monster. How could you just abandon your own child like that? He never forgave you for it. He used to hurt us for even mentioning you."

"If I hadn't been such a failure as a mother, perhaps he wouldn't have. All I wanted was to protect him. After my husband… I thought, surely All For One would do the same to my son. I didn't stop to think about how that would affect him in the long-term." Izuku's head hung. "Words cannot express how sorry I am, Tomura. I didn't just fail my son, but I failed you."

Both stood there for several long moments. Tomura's body tensed with anger, while Izuku's wilted in both regret and shame.

Before either of the adults could speak up, the young protégé whirled around and stormed out of the living room, fists tightly clenched.

It wasn't until they heard the front door slam that she slowly looked up, turning to face the two bewildered parents.

"I apologize for causing a scene," she spoke mainly to Inko. She turned a cool stare on Hisashi and pointed his way. "You. Izuku may tolerate you, but I will not. Stay away from Toshinori or I will find some way to gain a physical body once more and do what I could not the first time."

Hisashi's brow raised in what seemed like thinly-veiled amusement, yet his face remained passive.

"And you must be Inko!" She turned to the slightly-shorter woman with a bright smile. "Izuku has talked at length about you. My, you are beautiful."

"Oh, thank you," the woman laughed lightly, eyes still wide in confusion.

"You've brought up a good young man," she continued, patting her shoulder. "Izuku is a very sweet boy. Keep raising him right." She paused, eyes swimming with a deep sadness that the mother, once she recognized it, clasped a hand over hers. "That's all I ask."

"I don't know how you know my son," Inko began softly, "but… please, keep an eye on him, won't you?"

A chuckle escaped Izuku's lips.

"Yeah," Nana agreed with a pained smile. "You don't need to worry about a thing, Mrs. Midoriya. Izuku is in good hands."

Closing her eyes, her hand slipped from Inko's shoulder.

In the next moment, Izuku was reopening them, blinking in confusion.

"Is it… is it over?" He asked.

Inko pulled him in for a tight hug, her forehead resting atop his shoulder. He turned to look at Hisashi in confusion, but the man simply shook his head.

"I am sorry," he spoke up. "For never telling you."

Izuku's eyes hardened and he looked away, holding onto his mother tighter.

"What would you like to do about it, now that you know?"

Years flashed through Izuku's mind. Jeering laughter and mocking voices made his heart clench, and Bakugo's irritated yelling with the crackling of his Quirk made him swallow past a growing lump in his throat.

"What's the point?" He finally responded, staring at the pictures hanging on the wall of the hallway. "Dealing with it… right now… would just be a bigger mess than any of us would want."

A/N: Back on my bullshit with the "Shigaraki was born Quirkless" theory ya yeet