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When Inko Midoriya called her worried about her son, there were only so many ways Mitsuki Bakugo could respond. Inko had been one of her closest friends through college, and she was one of the few who had met Inko's husband, and knew exactly what his quirk was. They were the maid of honor at each other's weddings. Mitsuki was the one who pushed Inko on from her job as a court scribe and onto her dream of being a chef while Inko was one of the few who would always put up with her in her moments of rage.

So when she got called by the police and told her only son was in the ER because he had bumped into a grey-green rage beast, she knew there was more to the story than that.

She had been extremely worried of course, her son was in the hospital and severely injured, but the thought wriggling in the back of her mind just wouldn't go away. The news reports had said it was a first quirk activation, and the individual was now in quirk rehab. And at the same time, little Izuku was now in quirk rehab. And the monster that had hurt her son, it was a spitting image of Izuku's father's quirk, the Hulk.

So once Katsuki was completely healed against the odds, released from the hospital, and settled back into life at home, Mitsuki had confronted him about that day.

It only took a bit of prying before the brat spilled, as thick headed as he was, he was still her son, and she could read his rages like a book. Yes, the quirk that had hospitalized him had belonged to Izuku, and it had only come out because Katsuki was being a much bigger shit than he normally was to Inko's sweet child.

While she was plenty mad about it, what was the final straw was Katsuki's attitude about the whole incident. He wanted another go at Izuku when he got out, a rematch when he wasn't 'surprised by that shitty Deku'.

Between the shouting and explosions that followed that argument the neighbors had been concerned World War III was starting in the house next door, but by the time the dust had settled, Mitsuki was triumphant over her explosive brat of a son. The law was laid down in the Bakugo household, and Katsuki was just going to have to learn to live with it.

If her son wanted to be a goddamn hero, he would have to follow the rules of being a hero, and Mitsuki was putting them into place now. Heroes were role models for society, they weren't people who took advantage of those beneath them. Even Endeavor, who was infamous for being brutal in his work and continence, never once had been caught publically demeaning the efforts of fellow heroes or police officers.

Katsuki could feel whatever he wanted. Mitsuki knew she couldn't stop that, but what he showed, had to be controlled. He had fought the idea at first, but a single question from her had cut his protests short.

"Have you ever seen All Might lord his strength over anyone? Seen him look down on anyone because of his position as the number one hero in the world?"

That had made the brat think, and for years, a tentative balance was found in the Bakugo household. Katsuki never acted out when not at home, saving his griping about his teachers and classmates when he was safely back at home and away from others. And Mitsuki let his aggression and pride remain intact, albeit slightly hidden from most others.

And now, years after the incident, her brat came home looking more smug than she had ever seen him, and now Inko was calling her about burn marks and injuries on her son, who was already struggling to live a normal life on heavy quirk suppressant drugs.

It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together, and once she was off the call with her frantic friend, Mitsuki stormed up to her brat's room. She knew the situation her son and her son had been in, the impossible decision Inko had made, based solely on her faith in her son's spirit, how absolutely horrible she must feel, watching her son move almost in slow motion in his every waking moment.

"Brat, sit down and shut up, we're gonna have another talk." Mitsuki growled out as she burst into her brat's room, noting its lack of organization.

"Whatever you old hag." Katsuki ground out, rolling his chair away from his PC, a video of All Might paused on the screen.

"Do you remember what I asked you after you got out of the hospital, about All Might?" Mitsuki questioned her son, getting a slow nod and a growl in response. "Well, let me rephrase it for you, because it seems like you forgot it completely. Would All Might attack someone who's quirk was locked away from them for safety reasons, would he risk that quirk overcoming the precautions put in place to satisfy his own ego?"

Katsuki froze in his seat, a small trail of sweat forming on his brow and several small sparks crackling on his palms. He clearly understood that she knew, and he was about to get chewed out for his actions. For all the yelling that went on in the Bakugo household, it was when the members of the explosive family got quiet that others should worry, because that was when they were well and truly pissed off.

"I can understand you might not have positive feelings for Izuku after what happened when his quirk awakened, but that is no reason to lash back at him. You were the one who started that conflict, he was the one who finished it. And that's the end of it." Mitsuki spoke down to her son, watching as his expression twisted from one of slight hesitation to one of anger.

"I didn't lose that fight to that useless Deku, I lost it to his fucking quirk, and he's nothing without it." Katsuki spat out, "Even after all those years spent working with actual pro heroes he still can't control it for day to day life."

Mitsuki watched her son as he raged about Izuku, already waiting for him to take a breath with her next rebuttal to his arguments.

"So you're saying that there is more to people than their quirks, because this is the first time anything I've said that seems to have made it through your thick skull, and you are using it completely out of context." Mitsuki shot down her brat's words the second he paused, forcing him to once again halt in his raging against Izuku.

"Izuku beat you, so you accepted there were other powerful quirks out there." Mitsuki said bluntly, knowing what her young son had drawn from her words combined with his injury at the hands of Izuku. "And now you're saying that they can have any quirk, and still be worthless because of who they are."

Katsuki gave off a growl and made to argue before Mitsuki's frozen voice cut him off.

"So what does that make you, some kind of superman who has both a powerful quirk and the right personality. You are a lot of things Katsuki, and you my son, are not that." Mitsuki's words stole any remaining wind from Katsuki's sails as she finally cut down the pride years of sucking up and being pandered to by others had given her son.

"You are no destiny's child, no prodigy beyond anything seen before. You are smart, yes, and your quirk can be used for heroics, true. But as a person, you have no right to judge others, to put them down to soothe your own ego. That is what you seem to think being a hero means, and for some that might be what it is. But not All Might, not what you have repeated over and over again as your goal. If you actually want to be the number one hero, then you need to get over yourself. You are not the important one, not the center of the universe, or the protagonist of some story. Nothing worthwhile is going to be given to you"

"..." Katsuki's silence was telling enough for Mitsuki to know he was at least hearing her words.

"The actions you take are the ones that matter. I'm sure you remember the news last week, the boy your age with the shadow quirk stopping a mugging, even though he got in trouble for it, he said it was the action of a hero to help. Instead of doing things like that, you're using your quirk to hurt your classmates, to lord over them like some kind of despot ruler."

"But Deku…" Katsuki tried to get a word in, but Mitsuki wasn't going to stop. Even if he was only 10, her son needed to learn the facts of the world now, before he wound up getting himself more injured than how Izuku left him.

"Izuku Midoriya has his own struggles and problems without you adding to him. You already know why you can't switch schools and I'm sure you've guessed the same is true for him." And wasn't that the truth. Living this close to UA was both a curse and a blessing. It meant there was a higher number of local heroes in Musutafu, as well as the teachers of the academy itself patrolling the area. But it also meant that most schools in the area catered to students trying to make it into the prestigious academy. And Katsuki had managed to intimidate and screw up each and every one of his entrance interviews, leaving only the Aldera public school system as an option unless they wanted to move.

Izuku was in the same boat. From what Inko had told her, the few academies that had even offered interviews after reading his application had immediately turned him away because of the state the quirk suppressant left him in. Inko had described it as Izuku moving in slow motion, everything from his movements to his thoughts.

So with no remaining avenues within the Musutafu school district, the remaining options were to leave the two boys in the same school or one of their families would have to move to another district. Which was completely impractical considering the problem was Katsuki's shitty attitude, which was a problem Mitsuki was going to sort out.

"So here's how things are going to work you shitty brat. You and Izuku will keep going to Aldera until the high school exams, and if you two both happen to make it to UA, like I know both of you want, you'll have plenty of opportunities once you're there to settle whatever you think you have going, and it'll be in a controlled environment where no one is going to wind up crippled or scarred. So until then, if you can't hold yourself back from going after Izuku when you see him, avoid him." Mitsuki laid out her terms and Katsuki, not thoroughly lambasted, gave a grunt in response, already knowing that the other shoe was about to drop.

"Because if I get another call from Inko saying Izuku came home covered in burns like he did today, neither your father or I will sign off on your UA application." And there it was, the threat that Katsuki would do anything to avoid.

Mitsuki watched her brat flinch and nod without protest. Giving her walking explosive ball of trouble a nod back, Mitsuki left his room, already knowing he would follow her words to a T.

Katsuki may not change as a result, but he would act like he had. For all his aggression he had inherited from her, Mitsuki knew her son would bury that to chase after his dream. It was why she knew he would be a great hero if he could put his pride aside. He was determined, just like Izuku was. But where little Izuku's determination was buried beneath layers of nerves and now drugs, Katsuki's boiled at the surface, lashing out at anyone.

She couldn't make the two get along, as much as Mitsuki wished her trouble child and Inko's boy could get along like her and Inko, she knew that was asking too much for right now.

But maybe one day, when Izuku had overcome his quirk and Katsuki had overcome his ego, the two might actually be able to have a relationship. Or at least not try to kill each other when they interact. She could only wait and see.

Scene Shift

Himiko Toga was a great many things, could wear a great many faces. But when it came down to it, one thing she knew she would probably never be, was stable.

It was just how she was, her quirk demanded blood as a price, both for activation and for simply possessing. It was an urge that was a part of her being, almost like a vampire's need for blood to survive physically, she needed blood to survive mentally.

It was off putting for most who heard about it, it was why her parents had shipped her away to the quirk hospital. But it was just how she was, not something that could be trained out of her. Her quirk was her quirk. Sure it had a price to possess, but there were many more in the world that had steeper prices, like her sweet Izuku. Who fought against his violent rampaging quirk to try and become a hero.

And he would do it, Himiko was certain of that. His quirk was conscious like Fumi's, it came down to who's willpower was stronger, Izuku's, or Skaar's. Himiko would bet everything on Izuku in that case. No matter how jumpy he could be, no matter how nervous he could get, he wanted to help people. He helped her, he helped Fumi, he even mentioned helping his older sibling before the guy went nuts and died to his own quirk.

The whole world looked at him as a monster for his quirk, and he wanted to help them anyway.

It was a strength that Himiko wasn't sure she had, but she sure as hell was going to try. Because Izuku believed in her. He believed she could help people if she tried, despite the price her quirk demanded. So that's what she set out to do when she ran away from the quirk hospital.

Unfortunately, it was much harder than she first thought. She was too small physically to confront many of the thugs who wandered the streets at night, and with her need for blood at least once a week, the local blood banks were upping their security and making it harder for her to get her fix without hurting anybody. So when she saw one of the smaller local practices on fire one night, she had thought it would be easy enough to slip in and snag whatever blood samples were still there.

Of course, she wasn't expecting the building to have a many story basement filled with people burning while strapped down to a series of beds. They were screaming in pain, begging for help. They needed a hero.

So that's exactly what Himiko did. Grabbing one of the many sharp doctor instruments, she darted about the building, cutting the restraints on the beds and pointing the prisoners in the direction of the exit, where they fled immediately.

Deeper and deeper she ventured until she reached what she was sure was the bottom floor. There she found a man in a red spandex suit and wielding a katana fighting another man, this one wearing an armored vest under a torn doctor's lab coat.

"Excuse me!" Himiko announced her presence after watching the two men fight for a time, the inferno slowly growing around them, threatening to collapse the entire building down on them. "Which one fo you two is the hero?"

The lab coat man just stared at her, his expression showing confusion as to why a little girl in an oversized sweater and holding a scalpel was doing in a burning building, the man in red was much more direct.

"Well, it's certainly not this shitstain. He even has a villain name, Ajax the great and terrible, hear his name and fear his mighty presence." The man in red declared, causing both the now revealed Ajax and Himiko to frown, for different reasons.

"Isn't that just an American brand of dish soap?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in a thinking pose.

"That's what I said!" The man in red agreed, pointing at Himiko and doing a happy dance in place. "See, I told you it was a bad name, Francis."

Himiko held in a snort at the enraged look on Ajax/dishsoap/Francis's face as the man tried once again to kill the man in red with the axe he was holding.

"I'm going to kill you Wilson, slowly and painfully." He ground out, missing the red suited man with every swing as he danced around the blows.

"You know, some would say that you have both anger and obsession problems. I say you're just an asshole, but it's sweet of you to think of me." Wilson had taunted, deflecting a blow of the axe with his katana in one hand and shooting at Francis's knees with a pistol in the other.

"Or he's attracted to you and has serious kink issues." Himiko pitched, her word choice stemming from the many many situations she had stumbled into in the few months she had lived on the streets for.

"I like you loli girl, you got a name? Mine is Deadpool, but not Captain Deadpool, because that doesn't sound as good." Deadpool explained as Francis's eye twitched as he shifted his glaring between his opponent and the small girl that had snuck into his secret facility.

"Himiko Toga, hero without anyone's legal approval." She replied with a thumbs up directed at Deadpool, showing off a smile with her oversized incisors in full view.

"I like your gumption short stack, how about you help me take out this walking turd nugget for your big debut, he likes to play with people, but only he ever gets to feel good. Not the kind of guy to share the love, ya' know."

At this point Himiko was pretty sure she had a solid grasp of the situation, so with a salute to Deadpool, she began throwing the many sharp and pointy implements she had scavenged from the labs above at the human dish soap.

"Good girl, make him feel what it's like to be penetrated for a change." Deadpool snarked as Francis made to dodge.

Unfortunately, Himiko was 10. And 10 year olds don't have naturally good aim with throwing knives, or throwing doctor's tools.

The only weapon that managed to land was a scalpel…...and it hit Deadpool instead of her intended target.

"Oops." Was all Himiko had to say as Deadpool groaned and pulled the knife out of his ass, swearing like a drunken sailor.

"We'll work on that later jailbait, just sit back for now." Deadpool said, ignoring Francis's attempts to hit him, catching the blade of the axe swing with his forearm and wrenching it from Ajax's grip.

"And you, you bald shibari fangirl, you are going to die, and while it might not be painful, because you can't feel pain, it will be crispy." Deadpool announced, ripping the axe out of his arm and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Keep talking Wilson, maybe one day it'll come true." Francis tried return fire, but

Deadpool had thrown the axe at a support beam behind him, bringing down the ceiling in the center of the room, right where the wannabe detergent was standing, crushing him under a few thousand pounds of flaming rubble.

"Welp, half a year and five countries of chasing after the bastard that made my face look worse than Jason's, and it ends because he forgot to look up. Disappointing." Deadpool was completely ignoring the fact that the ceiling was continuing to fall around him, choosing instead to start thrusting his pelvis in the direction of the rubble Ajax had been crushed by.

"Fuck you Francis. Too girly to play football and too manly to be invited to prom, and all that's left for you to do is die motherfucker." His insults were capped off by whipping it out and whizzing on the rubble.

Himiko couldn't help but giggle at Deadpool's happy dance, although she was becoming slightly worried. Both about the building falling down around them and that the man had just ruthlessly killed someone and was now literally pissing on his remains. But there was blood, so much blood. And with how Wilson Deadpool was healing, he could probably give her enough blood to keep from going crazy for a long time. Although his blood probably wouldn't taste as good as her sweet Izuku's did. She was saving the vial he had given her for when she was truly desperate, when she had to stop herself from attacking someone innocent, only when her will power failed, would she drink Izuku's blood. And it would save her, just like the hero he was.

"Ah, Mr. Pool, I think we should leave now, ya know, before the building collapses." Himiko said, drawing the quite probably insane man's attention back to her.

"Sure thing sweetie, but quick question. Who are you and why weren't you in the script? I read ahead and everything to make sure I killed this ex-fattie, but you were never mentioned."

"I'm Himiko Toga and I don't know what you're talking about."

"That sounds about right, now let's go celebrate with Mexican food!"

And with that, the world's most unstable and debatably lethal mentor-student duo was formed. Although, the jury was still out on who was the mentor and who was the student. For some reason, everytime they came up with an answer, new blackmail came in and they had to change their mind.

Welp, that was an accident.

As fun as he is to write, I feel like having Deadpool be Toga's mentor is going to come back to bite me in the ass, even if he fits the character model for what I want. Unstable enough to train a child to fight, but still good enough to not be a villain. And his storyline fits in with the few other Marvel characters I plan on using, so he just became a thing. I'll have to find a medium for Himiko, where she's still stable enough to work with Izuku, but crazy enough to work with Deadpool.

And for the first half, that's mostly because some of my reviews complained about the Izuku situation, so a little more background there to flesh out his new situation hopefully puts on those fires.

I think I said in the previous note, but I am writing my own book, and fanfic has been shifted out of priority, so chapters will come slower, but this is proof that they won't die out completely. Only one more chapter I think until canon starts I think, so that'll be good, hopefully be faster chapters because I'm inventing less of the storyline, maybe, we'll see.

Happy Reading -Centurion Africanus