Just a little warning: Some physical abuse will be shown in this chapter!

"Look at you. You're perfect." All for One whispered as he held Izuku close to his chest. Izuku yawned heavily as his father gently rocked him. "You're getting so big. Soon, you're going to five. Can you believe it?" All for One's voice was soft; loving even. He reached up and ran his fingers through Izuku's curls, well, the best he could anyways.

"Mmmm…" Izuku hummed sleepily. "Can I see Mommy for my birthday?"

" 'Fraid not. I told you, your mother went off to America. That's why she left you with me." All for One gently patted Izuku's back. Izuku brought his thumb to his mouth and started to suck. "Oh, you shouldn't do that. You're a big boy are you not?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment before taking his thumb out of his mouth. "Sorry, Daddy…"

"Urg! Quit it!" Teeth sank into flesh and All for One grunted as he gripped Izuku's white hair. "Your attitude is a little less than desired, young one." He growled between clenched teeth. "Release me-" The second Izuku, this sentient quirk did, in fact, release his arm from his bite and then proceeded to spit in All for One's face in a mix of rage and spite.

All for One, somehow, stayed calm as he stared down at the quirk in front of him. However, his grip on the white hair became harder, making the quirk cry out in pain. "When Izuku and I become one, I'm going to do everything in my power to make you go away. Do you understand that?"

This quirk wasn't Izuku. That much was true. The quirk gnashed his teeth together in defiance. "Well, until then you're stuck with me!" A little foot suddenly struck All for One in the shin, making the man cry out more in surprise than in pain.

"For all that bravado you have, you seem to misunderstand the situation-" All for One grabbed Izuku's face with his other hand. He gripped the tiny cheeks between his thumb and finger. Then he squeezed. He squeezed in such a way it painfully forced the child's jaw open. "-I'm not stuck with you. You're stuck with me." He hissed before he finally released the sentient quirk's hair and struck-

"Shhhh." All for One rocked Izuku gently in his arms. Izuku hiccuped as violent sobs left his mouth.

"I didn't mean to hurt Hichan! I didn't mean to bite him!"

"I know. I know. That wasn't you, Izuku. That was your quirk. You have no control when it takes over. You didn't bite Hitoshi."

"But why did the other me bite Hichan then? Hichan didn't do anything! He was just trying to help me up!" Izuku wailed into his father's shirt.

"It's like I said, Izuku. The other you is rough around the edges. But for now, the most you can do is just try and work with it. Once you're strong enough we'll merge and you won't have to worry about him." Izuku shook against his father before he slowly started to quiet down as time passed. "There we go. Now that you're calm how about you go and play with Tomura for a while Hitoshi gets looked at by a healer?"

Izuku nodded while sniffling. "Okay."

"No- No! Get away from me!" The white haired Izuku fell when All for One grabbed him by his ankle. "Get away! Let go! LET GO OF ME!-"

Izuku threw himself forward as he vomited up his breakfast.

"Ah, see, I warned Shouta you would probably vomit." A sigh left Dr. Watasumi's mouth as she grabbed her waste basket. She held it under Izuku's mouth, though the damage was done, there was already vomit on the floor. When Izuku grabbed the waste basket from her to continue his vomiting in peace, she leaned over and hit a button on her intercom.

"Hanako, can you please call for a janitor to clean up my office in ten minutes?"

"You got it!"

Dr. Watasumi opened her desk drawer and pulled out some tissues and a peppermint.

"Urg." Izuku slumped his back against his seat as he allowed his body to go boneless. "No more… please, no more. You're hurting Cujo with this quirk of yours and he has his memories." Izuku pressed his palm to his head and whimpered pitifully.

"I apologize, Izuku. I wish I could make this painless, but it's not possible. It takes a lot of toll on your body."

"I know…" Another whine left Izuku's mouth. His face started to turn hot while a chill ran down his spine.

Not a fever.

'Yes, Cujo. I'm getting a fever.' Izuku thought to his quirk.

"Here. Suck on this to get that acidic taste out of your mouth." Dr. Watasumi handed Izuku the peppermint. "And use this to wipe your mouth." When Izuku took the peppermint she handed him a tissue. Izuku did as instructed. He popped the peppermint in his mouth and then wiped around his mouth to get any remnants of vomit.

"I'm sorry about your floor." He breathed out and then curled himself up in the chair.

"It's okay. You aren't the first to throw-up on my floor, and probably won't be the last." Izuku felt sicker and sicker as time passed on. His head swam, his fever got worse, and his stomach was getting sour despite the peppermint in his mouth. "Well, I think it's safe to say that you're done with this segment. Now, the little memories you see today won't be the only memories to resurface. More will likely show up as time goes on."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't mean to sound rude: but between my swimming head and my fever you're just sounding like a charlie brown teacher right now," Izuku mumbled weakly and wrapped his arms around his stomach. Dr. Watasumi smiled a tiny smile.

"Very well let me call your father in here."

"Hanako, please tell Mr. Aizawa that he can come in now." Dr. Watasumi said to her intercom.

"Heard."

Seconds later Shouta would walk in with Hitoshi not far behind him. Shouta walked up to Izuku and gently patted his son's head. Izuku leaned into his father's touch ever so slightly. "Make the world stop spinning," Izuku whined weakly.

"As mentioned, Eraserhead. He's going to be weak and sickly for the next couple of days as his mind heals. I wasn't able to heal everything, but I'm sure a majority of his childhood memories may come in." Dr. Watasumi explained. She crossed one leg over the other. She eyed Hitoshi up and down for a moment. "It was a little easier to heal than last time as I now know the cause of his amnesia. It's honestly something I'm ashamed I didn't pick up earlier. That when his memories cut off in the 'film' Hitoshi is almost always there."

Hitoshi looked away instantly as his cheeks heated up.

"Regardless-" Dr. Watasumi sighed. "It's done. For now. When works best for you for the next appointment, Eraserhead?" She asked and brought a holographic calendar up. One she could touch and manipulate.

"Hm. Well, finals are next week, then after that, we have the training camp for the summer…" He paused as he thought about it. "I would say after that would be best…"

"How's June fifteenth?"

"Is it a Friday?"

"Yes."

"That works then."

After smoothing out the details of when and what time they would have the next appointment they made their leave. Izuku passed out when Shouta was talking, so for the first time since he was a kid, he was hoisted on his dad's back and brought to the car.

The next two days would be agony, but Izuku sure hoped it would be worth it in the end if it meant knowing a little more about his biological father. His enemy.

"I'm going on patrol, I'll probably be gone until morning," Shouta informed Hitoshi later that same day. "Think you can watch your brother?"

"Can I watch my brother- Ha! You act like this is the first time I watched him while sick! Of course, I can watch him." Hitoshi gave a little grin at his father. "I've done this dance before."

Shouta nodded. "I'm holding you to it. And eat an actual meal. Not one of your depression meals, please. Make sure your brother at least drinks an Ensure if he can't stomach actual food. Oh and make sure-" Hitoshi started to usher his dad out of the door.

"Okay, you secret mother hen. I know what to do." Hitoshi grumbled a little as he started to push on his dad's back to get him out of the door.

"Don't make gravity suddenly get ten times heavier."

"What-"

Suddenly his dad ragdolled. Shouta went boneless on Hitoshi and Hitoshi laughed as he was no match for his father's weight. "Dad- Ack!" They both fell to the ground when Hitoshi couldn't keep his father up any longer. "God, you are heavy!" His father was now laying on top of Hitoshi, keeping his son pinned to the floor.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"You aren't exactly light!"

Shouta laughed before going boneless again. Well, Hitoshi's savior came at that very moment. Sora, the old geezer, came up and jumped directly on Shouta's stomach. "Ah!" Shouta gasped in surprise at the attack. His cry of alarm caused Sora to meow loudly. "Why are you crying? You jumped on me!" He picked Sora up and finally sat up and away from Hitoshi.

Sora just batted at Shouta's face with her paws (paws, not claws) before wiggling out of his grip.

"Yeah, you show him, Sora- Kitty." Hitoshi grinned when Chobi came up and rubbed affectionately against his face.

"Regardless. I need to go."

"Alright." Hitoshi stood up and picked Chobi up to cradle the cat to his chest. "Come back safe."

"I always do."

"Love you."

"Love you two."

With that final exchange, Shouta left.

When he shut the door behind him he heard a loud clatter that made him turn his head toward the trashcans. The lids were open. 'So it is raccoons. Cats can't open the lids.' He frowned and briskly walked for the trash cans. He looked inside, half expecting to see a raccoon inside, but there was nothing. Well, nothing except strewn-about trash. "Damn 'coons. Gonna have to start lacing the stuff with animal repellent." He grumbled. Still, he was impressed that the raccoons managed to keep the trash inside the cans instead of just throwing the stuff all over the yard like they normally would. 'Must have caught them in time.' He realized while he put the lid back on the can. He was just going to have to leave it for now and pray he wouldn't come home to trash all over the yard.

"Hello!"

"Stop doing that!" Shouta really didn't mean to yell. He didn't. But Shirakawa really needs to learn that sneaking up on a pro hero is likely going to get him hurt. Not that Shouta wanted to hurt his blind neighbor, but one of these days he might on accident. "Please. Please, I'm begging you, Shirakawa, stop sneaking up on me like that." He put his hand on his heart.

Shirakawa giggled behind his hand. "I apologize. I was just taking little Ginger on a walk." He said and at that moment his little dog came into Shouta's view. The dog was on a leash with his service dog vest on. "I could smell you and thought I should be neighborly and say hello. I guess I should start stomping my feet to let you know I'm coming."

Unsure if the man was being sarcastic or not, Shouta decided to just ask: "Hey, have those raccoons been in your trash lately?"

Shirakawa nodded. "Yes, my daughter was the one who noticed. Though, she said it was odd that the animals were just keeping the trash in the can and not throwing it all over the yard." Shirakawa sighed and shook his head. "Oh well, less work for me, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at it. I'm probably going to buy some animal repellent after my patrol tonight. If you want I can pick you up some."

"Nah, don't bother. I'll just start spraying my trash with bleach. That'll keep those vermin out."

As an animal lover that hurt Shouta's heart to hear. "Erm…but this way you aren't accidentally poisoning cats?" He tried to reason with Shirakawa. Shirakawa shook his head.

"It's not the cats getting in my trash, it's the raccoons and those are pests. No harm."

Shouta had to bite his tongue on this one. He didn't like that idea, not at all. But, it wasn't his trash, nor his opinion. He couldn't force his views on Shirakawa. He almost raised the argument of what if Ginger got into the trash…but then he was reminded that Ginger was a service dog. A dog trained to help his blind owner, not make life harder by getting in the trash. "Alright, well, I need to go. I'm already late for patrol."

"Of course! Don't let me hold you up any longer. You have a great rest of your night."

'I'm going to spray your trash with my hose if I have to.' "Good night."

Izuku was up and down all night. One moment he was awake and conscious. He remembered seeing Hitoshi as his brother gave him some water. Then the next moment he was asleep again. It wasn't just him either. Cujo was the same way, clearly feeling some of the effect Izuku was. Though, he was sure Cujo wasn't as intense. He knew it had to be because they shared a body. Honestly, thinking about it he wondered if having a fever is what kept Cujo quiet while he recovered. Cujo hardly spoke at all during this time.

His dreams were…intense. Yes, they were memories resurfacing. Memories of how he and Hitoshi first met. Memories of Hitoshi and Cujo meeting for the first time. Memories of Cujo biting people-

"What is with you biting?" Izuku groaned and kept his hands over his eyes to keep any and all light away from him. "I swear you bit everyone I loved at least once."

Cujo gave his own rather weak groan. No thoughts back then. Only bite. Biting actually insures pain.

"Good god, It makes sense…" Izuku winced as his stomach took a sour turn. "You were a sticky-biting kid."

That's an insult, I know, but I'm too weak to really care.

Then, Izuku was asleep. That's how it would go. He would be conscious for a while only to randomly pass out.

"Wow, you're so cool Kacchan!" Izuku laughed as he came up to his friend. The two of them walked together on a log looking down a river.

"Yeah, I know! I'm the coolest there is! Especially with this quirk. No matter what quirk you get, you'll always be lamer than me."

"I know, but I'm still going to be a hero! No matter what quirk I'm given-"

His dream shifted almost violently from one memory directly to another. One on a playground outside of a school.

"Ow!" Izuku whined as he was shoved harshly to the ground. He rubbed his sore bum before looking up at Bakugo with watery eyes. "What was that for, Kacchan!"

"Your mommy told my mommy that you have a sentient quirk! Well, I want to see it! I want to see your lame quirk!" Bakugo gave Izuku another shove as the boy was trying to get up. This caused Izuku to fall onto his back and clutch his head out of reflex.

"That hurt!"

"Show me! Or are you and your mommy lying? Are you lying because you're actually quirkless!? I see the shoes you wear, Deku! The doctor even said you had the toe joint!"

"Yeah! I bet he is lying!" Another boy came up with a grin on his face. "I bet he's just lying to try and fit in with the rest of us!"

"It's not true!" Izuku cried, tears now running down his face. "I have a sentient quirk!"

Bakugo sneered. "Then show us!"

"Yeah! Show us!" More students started to surround Izuku, circling around him, making him feel trapped like he was some animal on display. They sneered and jeered at him mockingly. "Quirkless Deku!" Someone had started the chant and before he knew it everyone was chanting it.

Quirkless Deku!

Quirkless Deku!

Quirkless Deku-

I'll make them quirkless! I'll take all of their quirks so that way they're the quirkless ones!

He could feel it. Power thrummed through his body, an itch under his skin, the feeling of someone holding him, despite nobody being there.

Nobody should talk to you the way they have-

It was so bizarre for Izuku as he felt himself being moved to the back of his own mind. This would be the second time he allowed his other self, his quirk, out for the world to see. Nobody would get the chance to see it though.

At that moment, behind him, it was like a black hole opened up behind him. This black hole started to pull him in. He wiggled and trashed and then reached for his friend. "Kacchan! Save me!" He called desperately for his friend. His friend with the cool quirk, his friend that was going to be a hero. But Kacchan wouldn't save him. Nor would any of the other kids that surrounded him. They all stood and watched as Izuku was taken. "Kacchan!" He cried out one last time, but it was in vain.

"There, there, young one. There's no need to feel afraid of me." Hands grasped Izuku's waist as the portal was soon gone. Next thing Izuku knew he was being carried by a man. A man that looked like the void. Dark and wavy with bright yellow eyes. "I was merely told to get you by your father."

Izuku whimpered fearfully and wiggled against the man a little. "Who…who are you?"

"You may call me Kurogiri. Come, we mustn't keep your father waiting much longer. He's been eager to spend some time with you."

"But…school-"

"Don't worry, your father has told the teachers about this. Now-" Kurogiri held Izuku with his arms braced under Izuku's butt. "-No more questions. As I said. Your father has been eager."

Water touched Izuku's lips and he groaned before swallowing the cool liquid down. "Bakugo has always been a dick…" He thought he was talking to Hitoshi when he spoke.

"I am not surprised."

Izuku didn't have the energy to be startled. "Shoto?" He croaked out.

"I came here to talk to you, but I saw how sick you looked and thought I'd help." Shoto put the water cup down and then gently dabbed Izuku's forehead with an abandoned cool rag.

"You don't have to do that Shoto. Hitoshi is taking care of me."

Shoto didn't look convinced. "Erm… he was. I'm sure, but as it stands, right now, he's occupied." Shoto continued to dab at Izuku's warm face with the rag. "So, here I am."

"...Well, I thank you." Izuku whispered lowly before he leaned into Shoto's touch. "That feels nice."

"So, how'd this happen?"

"Memory appointment. The doctor is the best, but her quirk takes a toll on those remembering…"

"I see." Shoto put the rag away. "Is it working?"

Izuku merely nodded as he felt sleep threaten to encompass him again any second. Shoto turned and for a moment Izuku feared that he was going to leave. Instead, Shoto just sat in the corner of Izuku's room. "I'll be here to watch you if you need anything then."

Izuku gave his head a shake. Such a simple movement made him feel dizzy. "No- It's not contiguous. Stay with me." Izuku longed to feel someone snuggle with him right now. He was sure it was the fever talking that was making him this brazen. He simply opened his covers. "I don't bite. Cujo does, but I don't.-Fucking rude- I swear."

Shoto gave a weak smile and stood. "Only if you're okay with it."

Izuku nodded. "It's fine."

So, Shoto slowly wiggled in the bed. Their bodies pressed together. Shoto was absolutely blushing, but, Izuku wouldn't see it. The moment he laid his head down on Shoto's chest he passed out again.

Hitoshi was diligently watching his brother… until Denki happened. Hitoshi checked on Izuku every hour, making sure his brother had water in his system and was still breathing. Well, Hitoshi was gone for only five minutes to get his brother some water. He returned to his bedroom and nearly threw his phone at Denki, who was standing in the middle of his room. "Have you lost your mind!?" Hitoshi growled in a soft voice as he snapped his door shut.

Hitoshi immediately felt bad for the tone he had used once he saw that Denki had clearly been crying. Denki sniffled as his eyes misted up, making Hitoshi feel even worse. "No, no, don't cry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell!" Hitoshi made big strides to Denki.

Denki shook his head. "It's not you!" A loud hiccup left Denki's mouth. Another whimper left his mouth and he brought his hands up to wipe his tears. "Th-That case worker cam-came back! And he brought my mom!" His voice turned high near the end of his sentence and almost threatened to crack.

Hitoshi, knowing exactly what to do as Izuku was a cryer, wrapped his arms around Denki's shoulders. Denki wrapped his arms around Hitoshi's waist and held him tightly. A couple of loud choking sobs left Denki's mouth as he cried on Hitoshi's shoulder.

"Mom and dad started to fight once the case worker left. He just wanted to know the situation between them and why they're separated. It-It was my mom who wanted to know where we were 'hiding' her words, not mine." He pulled away from Hitoshi and wiped his eyes with his arm. He then sniffled pitifully. Hitoshi grabbed a nearby towel that he had in his room and handed it to Denki.

"Sorry, I don't have any tissues. Just blow your nose with this." His voice was soft as he handed the towel over.

Denki sniffled while tears just continued to stream down his face. "Now that she knows where we live she's fighting for custody. Espeically after the case worker left. Next thing I know she's stamping around the apartment and chewing my dad out. Dad- dad started getting loud with her and she got loud back-" A shuddering breath left Denki's mouth. "I had to leave." He breathed uneasily and wiped his eyes with the towel.

"Yeah, I don't blame you. It sounds like a crappy situation to be a part of."

"I just- I just want to know the nosy busy body that decided to stick their nose in my dad's business! Like- we weren't hurting anyone or anything and- and someone-" Denki's breathing became rapid and ragged leaving him unable to speak properly.

"Breathe. Please, before you pass out." Hitoshi led Denki to his bed and sat his friend down. "Just breathe. In for four, hold for four, and out for four. Like this-" He immediately demonstrated by breathing in, holding it, and then exhaling all for four seconds each. At first, through his panic attack and tears it didn't seem Denki was going to do it, but before too long he started to mimic Hitoshi's own breathing.

While Denki was breathing Hitoshi's ears perked at the sound of a door opening. 'Is Zuchan up? No…maybe Cujo took over?' Hitoshi wanted to check to be sure that was the case and that Izuku wasn't up and about, but when Denki gave another cry, it forced Hitoshi to look at his friend. '...' Hitoshi gently patted Denki's shoulder. "In for four, hold for four, and out for four." He repeated softly. "I'm going to get you some water. Okay?" He offered as he stood. Best of both worlds. He could take care of Denki and check to see if Izuku was up.

Denki shook his head. "No, I don't want water. I just-" He paused to breathe in deeply. "I don't want to be alone." He shook his head.

Hitoshi forced himself to relax as he leaned against Denki. "Okay…" He settled on saying. He was sure if it was Cujo then Izuku would be fine. Suddenly, Denki wrapped his arms around Hitoshi and pulled him in close. All of Hitoshi's oxygen left him at that moment as Denki squeezed him like he was holding on to a teddy bear. Then, Denki, in a surprising feat of strength, pulled Hitoshi down with him on the bed.

"It really feels like you're the only one I can with all that's happening." Denki's breathing started to slow to a more even pace. "I know you'd never turn my dad into CPS. I mean, you have to be like me, right? With your experience, you have to hate CPS."

'I love Mr. Higashi… He's the kindest CPS worker that I've known- well, he's the only CPS worker I've ever known, he was with us since the very beginning and never waivered even when I acted out at times…' The guilt was gnawing on his insides, twisting like a knife. He wanted to tell Denki the truth, but…old habits were rather hard to break and the fear of rejection from the only person not in his family to befriend him. The only person (not in his family) who saw the good inside of him. He wasn't sure if his heart could take it.

"Regardless, I just… I don't want to go home. At least not for a while."

"You can't just run away from your problems, Denki. Your dad is going to be worried about you."

Denki waved Hitoshi off at that. "Please, he knows me. He knows I'll be back in a few days. I'm sure as long as I come back before Monday he won't care."

Hitoshi shook his head. "Denki. I'm sorry, that's not normal. Your father shouldn't be okay with this."

"It wouldn't be the first time." Denki gave a lackadaisical shrug and Hitoshi knew there was no convincing him. At least not right now while he was still trying not to cry.

"Fine. But if you're going to be somewhere, be here. At least this way I can keep an eye on you." Hitoshi huffed as he rested his head on top of Denki's. He could feel Denki start to smile.

"I remember a time when you would just refer to me as 'Izuku's friend.' now look at you. You like me." Denki reached up and awkwardly patted Hitoshi's face.

"Please, I just need to keep you safe. Izuku would have a fit if anything happened to you."

"Sure."

They fell into a bit of comfortable silence. It really wouldn't be long before Denki started to slip into unconsciousness. The sheer exhaustion of everything taking over.

Shoto shot up from his slumber. Something woke him, but he didn't know what. He carefully untangled himself from Izuku so he could sit up and periscope around. He saw that the window was wide open, allowing a cool nighttime breeze to sweep into the room. 'But I shut that.' He thought in his sleepy state.

Shoto rubbed at his eyes and slowly got up to shut the window. He remembered shutting it behind him when he came in. It wasn't like a breeze could open the thing either as the window was pull up and down the type of window. Not a push-in. Shoto was still only half-awake as he walked up to the window to close it. Once it closed and he made sure it was locked he turned around and his foot immediately hit something. Something he hadn't seen when he went to shut the window.

He could only stare at the thing at his feet for several long confusing seconds. 'I didn't buy him flowers." Was the only thought running through his sleepy mind at that moment. Leaning down, Shoto grabbed the small bouquet of flowers that were wrapped in loud and crinkly cellophane. They weren't the most expensive flowers, just a small (dying) bouquet one would get at a gas station. But there was a card attached.

Shoto didn't think twice about opening the card.

I was going to talk to you, but I saw you were sick. Perhaps another time now that I know where you live.

P.S. I'm so jealous. Eraserhead is your dad!

P.S.S. You are all really heavy sleepers. I could have robbed the place ten times over. Be more aware.

-Tomachan

So, because you guys might be wondering. Who Hitoshi heard was Shoto, not Shigaraki (whom I have not forgotten about btw! I know we haven't seen him since the USJ but that was intentional on my part.) Shigaraki was walking around while everyone was sleeping, thus how he found out Shouta is their father.