It took a minute or two, but Majima managed to get his raging bloodlust under control.

Whoever hurt his Izu-chan would pay, most likely with their lives, but now was not the time. He had to make sure Izu-chan was okay, after all. The poor thing was trembling, probably out of fear that whoever had hurt him before would be back to hurt him again.

Now, one could argue that young Izuku was frightened by the tall, one-eyed man with tattoos and no shirt, but those assertions are ludicrous so shut up and don't mention it again.

Shit, how do I calm him down?

"Uh… Heya, Izu-chan. How ya been?"

"H-h-how do you know my name!?"

Aw crap, that mighta just scared him more. Alright, just keep pushin' on. Little Izu-chan's gotta remember me.

"It's me. Uncle Goro! Goro-ojisan! GoroGoroGoro-chan! I used ta sing to ya, back when you were still in diapers!" He smiled widely at the child, hoping that that was enough of an explanation.

Izuku stared tearfully at the strange one-eyed man, hoping that he would just leave him alone eventually if he understood that he got the wrong kid.

Majima sighed, realizing that this would take some doing, and got ready to jog his memory in the best way he knew how.

"Alright here we go," he whispered to himself, before continuing loudly with, "From the studio, outta the blue, I bring my singin' to youuu!"

The young boy was startled by the sudden energy of this man, but not uncomfortable anymore. It was almost familiar to him.

"Sunao ni I LOVE YOU! Todokeyou? ﾠ

Kitto YOU LOVE ME! Tsutawaru sa?

Kimi ni niau GLASS no kutsu wo sagaso?"

It took a moment, but as Izuku listened to the man's singing, the mirthful cadence, and cheerful tone, he could remember. There was a man that used to come around with his father and dance around with him and sing to when he would start crying. That man's name was…

"Goro-Jiji?"

"Ha! Remember me now, Izu-chan? Shoulda just led in with that, honestly."

"What are you doing here, Jiji?"

"Coming to spend time with my favorite nephew, of course!"

"Aren't I your only nephew?"

"Yeah, so favorite by default!"

He didn't quite get it, but the cheer in his uncle's voice made Izuku giggle a bit.

All of a sudden, Majima's face became serious. All previous signs of humor, gone completely.

"We need to talk, Izu-chan."

And now, Izuku was nervous again.

"Who was it that hurt you? I want names and addresses."

He gulped.

After explaining exactly, and I mean exactly, what had transpired before his uncle arrived: Izuku, sitting cross-legged in front of Majima, was attempting not to shiver and/or marvel at the pure black aura that the ocularly-challenged man exuded in waves.

Meanwhile, Majima resisted the urge to hunt down and savagely beat several different people of differing relevance to Izuku. Starting with Hisashi, working his way down, and winding right back around to the idiot.

Majima knew why the man had to leave.

Inko-chan knew.

Most close friends of Hisashi knew why he had to leave.

But somehow, the idiot never thought… that his own son, who had just been told that he had been 'afflicted' with his generation's version of a handicap and was likely in a very emotional and unstable state of mind, that he needed to leave on business and that he didn't care that his only son was quirkless.

Now. maybe it slipped his mind, so much was happening after all. And how many people could really say that they had received a chance to work on I-Island as a head researcher in quirk theory and development? Hell, one day they might even make it possible to produce the world's first quirkless heroes or maybe even a way pass on quirks to other people, who fucking knows? What he does know... is that family comes first.

And in the name of family, he was going to kill Hisashi Midoriya. Just a little bit though, enough for him to learn his lesson. But first…

"Awright, listen up Izu-chan!"

Izuku stood, well sat, at attention at the sound of Majima's voice.

"Ya shouldn't listen ta any of the crap those kids tell ya. The adults too. I'm gonna tell ya a fact of life, kid. Ya listenin'?"

Izuku nodded his head rapidly.

"Good, then listen close. Yer gonna find despair in life, no matter who ya are. Pain, hatred, crushing hopelessness, it's all there. Doubly so for a kid like you."

At this, Izuku began to tear up again slightly, turning his head to the side so that his uncle wouldn't see him start crying again.

He was surprised to feel a gloved hand grab his chin and softly pull his face back up, and all he could see was Goro's Majima's smiling face.

"So remember this, 'Hardship bears character, and pride is born from despair.' So buckle in and put yer foot on that accelerator. Show 'em yer drive, kiddo! Rising from that despair lets ya tower over those fools like a crane over a pile'a trash. Ya wanna be a hero, right? Like, uh… All Might?"

Izuku nodded again.

"Then let's get started. We'll make ya the best goddamn hero this world's ever seen. Izuku Midoriya-chan, you've got my word and support as my nephew and my number one hero! You can be a hero!"

Izuku could feel two things at that exact moment. The first, a smile so wide that it would probably make All Might jealous.

And the second, a fresh track of fat tears from his big eyes.

That's what he needed to hear.

Just what he needed.

You can be a hero!

I will be a hero!

And so began the story of the world's most unpredictable hero.