SonicMax: Well it was either killing her off or her being abusive, I don't know yet either going with what would have happened if All Might never met Izuku or give it to someone else, I don't read the manga.
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The next morning Izuku awoke to the sound of chatter and the smell of breakfast. He slowly got out of bed and made his way downstairs. He made his way to the kitchen and what he saw made his mouth water. Around the kitchen were different assortments of pancakes, juices, and milk.
"Good morning Izuku," greeted Miss Azumi, "Go ahead and grab a plate and pick out your favorite type of pancakes."
"Did you make all of this?" questioned Izuku who had a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, this? It's nothing. Now, do you want blueberry, strawberry, banana, chocolate chip, or buttermilk pancakes?"
"I guess chocolate chip is fine," said Izuku.
"Alright, do you want milk or juice to drink?"
"I'll have milk."
After hearing what Izuku wanted she put together a plate of two chocolate chip pancakes and a cup of warm milk.
Handing Izuku his breakfast she sent him to the dining hall. "Enjoy your breakfast." Izuku heard her say when he left the kitchen.
Izuku arrived at the dining hall and sat down at the farthest end of a table, away from everyone else. His eyes teared up after taking the first bite of his pancakes. Never in his life had he ever tasted anything so delicious.
"I take it you haven't had Miss Azumi's pancakes before," said a boy sitting down across from Izuku.
'When did he get here,' wondered Izuku.
"I showed up when you were in pure bliss after the first bite of Miss Azumi's famous pancakes.
"How did-"
"My quirk is a weak mind-reading ability that only works when I look into someone's eyes," interrupted the boy.
"That's neat, my name's Izuku Midoriya."
"Hello Izuku, I'm Kisho Sakuko," the boy, now named Kisho introduced himself.
"Now considering by your reaction I take it you're new here," Kisho asked
"Yeah, the police dropped me off here yesterday."
"Alright, so are they looking for someone to take care of you?"
"They're looking for my father. They couldn't get a hold of him yesterday so they're trying again today."
"Well, I hope they find him," Kisho said sincerely.
"Thank you, I hope so too."
"Hey, later today during playtime me and a few of the other kids are going to play a game of ultimate tag, do you want to join?" offered Kisho.
"Sorry, but I can't today," said Izuku, "Miss Azumi and I are going out to buy stuff that I lost yesterday."
"That's fine, we can do it tomorrow."
After that Izuku and Kisho continued their conversation while they ate their breakfast
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Atsushi just doesn't get it. He doesn't get how there isn't any evidence of where Hisashi Midoriya went yesterday when he left for work. There was no video evidence, no eyewitnesses, hell they couldn't even find his car.
"It doesn't make sense," muttered Atsushi looking at the apartment building's security video, "He leaves for work at 6:30 am and he usually clocks-in at work at 7:05 am."
"Am I interrupting anything," Naomasa said entering the room.
"No, you might actually help me with this," said Atsushi waving over Naomasa to the security video.
"So what are we looking at?" questioned Naomasa.
"The security video of the apartment build that caught on fire yesterday. You see that man with the big curly hair."
"Yeah"
"Well he's the father of the kid that lost his mom, and we can't seem to locate his whereabouts," stated Atsushi.
"Does he have some kind of teleportation quirk?" asked Naomasa looking over the videos.
"No, It's fire breath, you can even look over his file to fact check me," Atsushi said nodding to the file on his desk.
"Well, are there any security videos around his workplace or any traffic videos on the way there?" said Naomasa looking over Hisashi's file.
"That's the thing, there aren't any," Atsushi stated, sounding a little frustrated.
"What do you mean there aren't any," Naomasa said, sounding a little surprised.
"We looked at every traffic camera around the city, at his workplace, we even looked at toll booths and subway stations surrounding the city and we still can't find any trace of him anywhere."
Naomasa looked over Hisashi's profile again and thought over the evidence that was provided with the predicament.
"Do you think he could've been kidnapped?" questioned Naomasa.
"It's a possibility, but I'm gonna contact some police stations outside of Musutafu and see if there is any sighting of him," Atsushi said while turning off the security videos.
"Good idea, I'll see what I can find around the city and see if we missed anything, maybe even stop by the forensic unit as well," Naomasa said when he left Atsushi's office.
Atsushi looked at Hisashi's file one more time and said, "Where are you Hisashi Midoriya."
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"Alright, what we need to get you is a new toothbrush, clothes, some pajamas, and I'll contact your school to get you a new uniform," Miss Azumi read over their shopping list.
Izuku and Miss Azumi were currently at a clothing store looking to replace some of his clothes. They were currently looking at some shirts and seeing which ones fit.
"So what's your favorite color?" asked Miss Azumi.
"I like green," answered Izuku.
Picking out a couple of green shirts and a few others, she handed them to Izuku. "Now why don't you go find a changing room and try these on."
And that's what Izuku did. He took the clothes in his hands and he took them to the first changing room he could find. He picked up the first shirt on the pile that turned out to be a plain green t-shirt. He put it on and checked himself out in the mirror.
It wasn't much, it was comfortable, it was a little big but he could grow into it. He took it off and put it to the side of the pile of shirts he has yet to put on. He did the same thing with the rest of the shirts except put the shirts that don't fit in a separate pile.
He left the changing room and walked back to Miss Azumi and handed her the shirts that didn't fit. "These don't fit," he said while putting the ones that did fit into the cart.
"Alright, I'll go put these back," Miss Azumi said as she went to put them back. She came back and picked up one of the shirts to check its size. She went to find other shirts that matched the same size.
They did the same procedure with his other clothes and got a green toothbrush. They were on their way to purchase their items when something caught Izuku's eye. On a stand was a green rabbit plushie. It looked like the one his mom got him for his fifth birthday.
Seeing that Izuku was distracted by the plushie she asked, "Do you want it?"
"What?"
"I asked, do you want it?" Azumi said calmly.
"Y-y-yeah, but I-I-I don't want t-to be a b-bother," Izuku stuttered.
"Nonsense, we're here to shop for you," she said as she went over to the stand and put the rabbit plushie in the cart.
"Thank you," Izuku said lightly.
"You're welcome," Azumi said. And they left to purchase their items.
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The Musutafu forensic unit is one of the most important units to the Musutafu police. Since the introduction of quirks, people believe that forensics has become obsolete but actually, they helped improve it. It's one of Naomasa's favorite units because it helps make his job easier.
That's why he stopped by before he went on patrol.
"Hello, detective. What brings you here?" said a forensic scientist, walking towards the detective.
The scientist was wearing a lab coat and bifocals, he also had a mutation quirk that gave him the head of a blue jay.
"Hello, I'm just here for the file of the apartment fire that happened yesterday."
"Ah, I knew you would stop by for that at some point," said the scientist.
"Yeah, it might help an investigation that might be related to the fire."
"Well, good luck with that, but I don't know how much this will help," the scientist said, handing the detective the file.
"You'd be surprised," Naomasa said before leaving.
Naomasa was walking to his police car to get a view of the crime scene to get a better understanding of what happened.
"Now, let's figure out where you went Hisashi Midoriya," Naomasa said, driving towards the apartment building.
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The drive didn't take long, even with the mid-day traffic, so he parked the car and made his way up to where the fire originated. He opened the door and was met with a charred room and the crime scene cleaners.
"Good afternoon detective," one of the cleaners said when he noticed Naomasa was in the room.
"Good afternoon to you too."
"Did the police forget anything because we started about 4 hours ago and we already cleared out most of the furniture," the cleaner said pointing to the cleared-out room.
"No don't worry about it," Naomasa said raising arms, "We already got most of the evidence, and if we missed something we have pictures and sketches of the scene back at the precinct."
"Ok. Then why are you here?" questioned one of the cleaners, tilting his head.
"I just want to get a look at the scene in person for myself," answered Naomasa, looking around the room.
"Alright, well we'll try to stay out of your way then," said another cleaner, getting back to work.
Naomasa began looking through the kitchen first to see if maybe the fire could have been a cooking accident. He looked around and saw that the fridge and oven were both gone. He also saw that the kitchen had fewer burn marks than the main room.
He asked one of the cleaners if there was any major fire damage to the oven.
"No, when we moved it out it looked fine but it had a few scorch marks on the sides of it," answered the cleaner before going back to what he was doing.
So with that little bit of information, he moved to look at some of the electrical outlets.
'Maybe it was an electrical fire?', Naomasa wondered. But every outlet he checked didn't seem to show that the fire originated from any outlet but none of them showed any signs that the fire could have started from any of the outlets.
"Hey, detective," a cleaner grabbed his attention, "I don't know if this will help, but one of the most burnt rooms we cleared out today is over there," he said pointing to the door to his right. Naomasa thanked the cleaner and made his way over to the door.
When he opened the door he saw that the cleaner wasn't lying. The whole room was burnt. It was actually more burnt than the other rooms.
"When we started cleaning this room the only thing that told us that this was a bedroom was a bed," said a cleaner walking behind Naomasa.
"It was that bad?" Naomasa said, surprised.
"Yeah, I think we were able to identify some stuffed animals as well."
"So this was a kid's room."
"I guess," said the cleaner, "I'm paid to clean the crime scene not figure out the crime."
'So this is probably where the fire started. At least where the fire did the most damaged,' thought Naomasa as he looked around the room.
"Was there anything in here that looked like it could cause a fire?" asked the detective.
"Well if what you said is true about it being a kid's room then I don't think there would be anything in here that would start a fire," answered the cleaner.
"So there wasn't anything that looked like anything that can cause a fire like a match or a lighter?"
"We were only able to identify a bed and a few stuffed animals. So if there were any matches or a lighter it was probably destroyed in the fire."
"Alright, I think I got everything I needed to know," said Naomasa leaving the room.
"Well, I hope we were able to help," said the cleaner.
"You were," Naomasa said, "Oh, and before I leave I have to ask. Does your job get easier?"
"Well, compared to other crime scenes we cleaned this one is a little more tamed."
"Oh"
"You never really get used to cleaning a victim's last moments on Earth, you just get numb to it," the cleaner grimmly said.
"I understand how you feel," Naomasa said.
"Yeah, I bet you do."
Naomasa left after the interaction not wanting to think of the previous cases he worked on. Now that he has a little more information on the case he can now begin to piece together the puzzle that is this crime.
