Now, I attempt to make Hizashi sound like a radio host lmao. Oh yeah, some people asked if Izuku's name "Kind Bandit" was a reference to Gentle Criminal, or inspired by it...no. I forgot Gentle Criminal existed until I nearly named him "Gentle Bandit." By then I had already enjoyed the "Bandit" name and didn't want to change it.

"Welcome one and all to 'Put your hands up' radio! It's me, you're glorious host, Preeeeesent Miiiiic!"

Izuku put his hands over his ears but he was still grinning. Today was his first official day interning with Hizashi, and his first day away from Hitoshi and his father.

"And it's not just me, your host, no! Today, I have an intern! A hero in training from UA! Give it up for Kind Bandit! Why don't you say hello?" Hizashi turned towards Izuku. Izuku's smile dropped. He then started to vigorously shake his head while he felt his face flush. Hizashi gave a laugh. "Sorry folks, he's a little shy. I hope I can get him to talk by the end of the week!"

Izuku blushed and hid his face behind his hand. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He frantically signed to Hizashi. Hizashi waved him off in a simple matter. "We have a lot of things planned today! We're going to start with a quick music break and then when we return we have an interview with the one and only: Best Jeanist!"

"Best Jeanist!?" Izuku happily gasped before covering his mouth. "Sorry…" He squeaked.

Hizashi could only laugh. "Lookie there! He can talk! We'll be right back folks!" He cut his hand across his throat and the person behind the glass cut the feed. Music played behind the glass and Izuku relaxed.

"Sorry!" Izuku bowed while rubbing at the back of his head. "I wasn't expecting you to ask me to do that!"

"No worries, Little Listener, we all get shy during our first performance. Once you get the hang of it you'll be talking like a pro!" Hizashi smiled as he leaned back into his rolly chair.

"So, you do this on the days you have off and then you go on a patrol when you're done is that right?" Izuku inquired as he took his notebook out, he started to write fast pace.

"Yep! Work then patrol is usually how it goes. As you know the station will still play on friday nights, so sometimes it'll go teach, work, patrol, then back to work."

"I see…er… when do you have time to sleep?" Izuku rose an eyebrow as he looked up at Hizashi, who simply slurped on his coffee.

"Something Important to learn is that cat-naps are key to everything. Especially if you're going underground."

"Ah." Izuku wrote that down.

There was a sudden knock inside of the booth causing both Izuku and Hizashi to look up. "Present Mic? Best Jeanist his here for his interview." One of Hizashi's actual interns said with a smile.

"Ah, great bring him in! Thank you."

The woman bowed and shut the door. Izuku sat up a little more in his seat before looking at Hizashi. "If you need me to leave for the interview, I can."

"Not quite yet. Maybe before the interview actually starts, but for now you can stay." Hizashi told him. Hizashi opened his cabinet drawer. "Em…Skittles?" the blonde man suddenly offered as he pulled out a single size serving of skittles from his drawer.

"Depends. How old are they?"

"Please, everyone knows Skittles last forever if they haven't been opened."

"I'd rather not then, thanks." Izuku leaned back into his own seat.

Hizashi shrugged. "Suit yourself." He then opened the skittles and shoveled a handful into his mouth. It was as he was in the midst of chewing the colourful candy did the door open and Best Jeanist walked in-

"Oh!" Hizashi quickly covered his mouth with his hand. "Gwood mornin'!" He greeted; his mouth still full of candy.

"Ohmygosh!" Izuku felt his heart race excitedly as he looked at Best Jeanist. He wanted nothing more than to ask for an autograph, but he knew he had to be courteous and polite when addressing proheros. He cleared his throat and straightened up. "Hello!" He chirpped before standing and bowing to Best Jeanist.

"Oh, hello." Best Jeanist gave Izuku a courteous wave. "You must do something about that hair of yours! It's too unruly. Take a look at my intern, this is how you should be presented." Best Jeanist turned his body towards the door.

Izuku heard him before he saw. Bakugo's snarls and growls were loud. His barely contained rage was palpable. Behind Best Jeanist, in the doorway stood Bakugo, his eyes white in rage, his teeth gnashed together as he was growling like a rabid dog. Izuku saw the reason for Bakugo's rage.

His usual spiky explosive blonde hair now flattened down against his skull with bangs swept to one side of his face.

Izuku couldn't help it. He laughed. He pointed at Bakugo and laughed. "You look-!"

Next thing he knew he was put into a chokehold. "I'll kill you!" Bakugo roared. Izuku still laughed while even in the chokehold.

"Now now, Bakugo. Play nice." Best Jeanist waved his hand.

Bakugo let out an angry grumble as he let Izuku go. Izuku wheezed as he was let go. "That being said-" Best Jeanist was suddenly behind Izuku. "A comb can do wonders."

"Ow!" Izuku gasped in both shock and pain when a comb touched his curls and snagged almost instantly. "Sir! I have type 3A hair! You can't just- Ow!"

"Hm-" Best Jeanist backed off when the comb got stuck in Izuku's curls. "It appears I may need one of my hairdressers to help with this one." He tapped his covered chin before looking at Hizashi.

"How does it feel!?" Bakugo demanded with a laugh while pointing at Izuku.

"Bakugo, since you're so vocal about this. Why don't you take…"

"Kind Bandit, sir." Izuku said as he reached up to dislodge the comb from his scalp. It was stuck in there good.

"Take Kind Bandit to Ayato for a proper hair treatment."

"...Fine… C'mon, nerd." Bakugo grumbled with an eye roll.

Izuku looked from Hizashi to Best Jeanist before he shrugged and walked out of the sound booth with Bakugo.

The door shut behind them and both boys walked away. There was a tense silence between them now. Izuku finally managed to yank the comb out of his hair. A few strands coming with the comb. He looked at Bakugo out of the corner of his eye before straightening up a little bit. "I know… I know you're the one who called Inko." Izuku whispered.

Bakugo looked at him before snorting. "Yeah, so what if I did?"

"I just…why?"

"Why?!" Bakugo stopped and turned so he was right in Izuku's face. The two of them stared off, Izuku narrowing his eyes once he looked into Bakugo's own eyes. "Your mom and my mom are best friends! Do you know what it's like watching as Auntie Inko was withering away due to her grief because she thinks her child is dead?! For the first time in years I saw the life return to her eyes when she saw you!" He snarled. "That's why!"

Izuku blinked as he looked into Bakugo's eyes. "...Bakugo. While your efforts were noble…I'm not calling her mom. I'm not going to embrace her and cry…and that's what she wants!"

"Of course that's what she wants, you're her son. You were-... you were my friend…" Bakugo whispered the last part. "I…was your protector, not Mindfuck." He said it so softly that Izuku almost missed it.

Izuku gave him the side-eye and almost went to respond but decided the potential headache really wasn't worth it. He decided to act like he hadn't heard what Bakugo had just said. "So, where's this Ayato?"

"Right here- Ey! Ayato, Best Jeanist wants you to touch on Deku's hair." Bakugo grumbled while he jabbed a thumb in Izuku's direction.

"It's Kind Bandit, thank you very much." Izuku huffed and put his hands on his hips.

"Whatever."

"Oh, yes." Ayato came up to Izuku. Ayato reminded Izuku of Mr. Higashi. He was about as tall as Higashi, who was nearly six foot, and he had four arms. But Ayato also had four eyes and each eye was a different colour and pupil size. One eye, the lower left one, had two pupils merged into one.

His clothes were just about as colorful as his eyes. With a rainbow colored top that looked like it came out of the pre-quirk era, and tight- tight- blue jeans. "I can see why." Ayato leaned down to observe Izuku's hair. Which was a little funny because Ayato was bald. The light reflected off of his head.

Ayato touched a lock of Izuku's curls. "Type 3A hair and two-toned on top of it. Your hair hasn't been kept in some time. Do you follow a hair routine?"

"Er… not really. My routine is wash it when it needs washed. I mean, I used to do a routine but I'm so busy- ow!" Izuku gasped when suddenly his locks were pulled. Ayato was now tugging on Izuku's curls. "Please sir, I'm a little sensitive around the scalp."

"I can tell, your hair needs immediate treatment. Follow me." Ayato let go of Izuku's curls then led him to a sink and chair where a bag full of hair treatment products sat. Ayato pushed izuku's head back into the sink.

"Why am I suddenly coming to the realization this was a ploy to get me out of the sound booth- ack!" the water was turned on mid-sentence and Izuku briefly felt what it was like to be waterboarded.

"With your hair you should cowash your curls." Ayato said as he grabbed some conditioner from his bag and placed it down. "I would recommend a brand specifically for curly hair."

"I- oh…" Izuku only felt fingers against his scalp as Ayato expertly worked, scratching Izuku's scalp with expert fingers. Izuku felt himself relax.

"It's been a while? Let me guess, family full of straight hairs?" Ayato asked.

Izuku could only nod.

"Heh. Finally got the nerd to shut up, turns out all one needs to do is scratch at his head." Bakugo smirked.

Izuku raised his middle finger in response. "And- my father and brother both have- oh, that feels good- sorry, they both have 2A hair."

"Ah, that makes sense. While 2A hair does require some treatment, it certainly doesn't need the level of care yours does. You have coils, they have waves. There's a difference. Seriously, just wash with conditioner. It'll make a big difference." As Ayato said this he applied said conditioner. Izuku could feel his curls loosening up and untangling themselves from one another as Ayato did this.

Izuku shut his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax as this man firmly ran his fingers through his hair. "Alright, we'll leave that for ten minutes-" Suddenly the man let off Izuku's scalp and washed his hands off in the sink. "And come back to tame those curls."

Izuku sat up. "Never thought I'd be doing this today. That's for sure." He laughed a little awkwardly.

"Hero work isn't all about patrolling and fighting bad guys. Sometimes it's interviews, and sometimes it's just about looking your best for the crowd." Ayato smiled and grabbed his bag to put the conditioner back.

Ayato's phone suddenly buzzed and he looked at it. "Hm…" He hummed as he looked at the message. "I've been summoned by Best Jeanist. He wants me to help him trim Present Mic's split ends. It shouldn't take long. If I'm not back in ten minutes go ahead and wash your hair out." With those parting words, Ayato fled towards the sound booth.

"A hair cut on live radio. Never thought I'd hear about that." Izuku smiled as he watched Ayato go with his bag in tow.

Izuku shuffled in his seat and looked up at Bakugo; who was leaning against a nearby wall looking bored. "So…go on patrol yet?"

"Psh. No, Best Jeanist wouldn't let me go until my hair looked 'half-way decent'. I knew I should have gone with someone else… you?"

"No, we're going after the radio show tonight." Izuku twisted his fingers together in his lap.

"Hm…" Bakugo turned away from Izuku and Izuku looked away from him. There was such a tense silence between them that eventually, Izuku could only grab his phone out of his pocket.

He opened his messages. The messages between him and Iida were one-sided so far, but that didn't stop him from trying. Once he sent a message to Iida, he focused on Hitoshi. Who had also been texting him.

Hypno: Bruh, birdman about to run me and Tokoyami dead.

Hypno: *Sent an image*

The image he sent showed him and Tokoyami in their hero costumes. Both looking sweaty while clearly panting for breath. Hitoshi was flashing the camera a rickety thumbs up, and off in the background Izuku could see a blurry red image in the sky. No doubt Hawks in action.

Bulbasaur: Just channel your inner Eraserhead and you should do fine! Between the two of us you've adapted dad's style of running better!

Hypno: I've been trying! Hawks is really testing how good I am with a capture scarf! Do you know what he called me?

Bulbasaur: No? Icarus, I presume.

Hypno: Troll doll.

Hypno:

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It's not my fault I can't always control my hair! I swear I'm going to cut it all off one day!

Izuku tilted his head at that. 'Troll doll?'

Bulbasaur: Hang on, I have to google something real quick.

So, he googled it. And he laughed.

Bulbasaur: Okay, it's funny.

Hypno: Fuck you.

Hypno: You're a terrible twin.

Hypno: You disrespect me.

Hypno: I thought you loved me?

Izuku continued to laugh as his brothers messages flooded his phone.

"Ten minutes are up!"

"Wah!" Izuku gasped when Bakugo suddenly pushed his shoulders back and turned the sink on. "Wai-" He never finished his sentence when Bakugo dunked Izuku's face under the faucet. Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his mouth shut tight as the too cold water hit him full force.

Ayato, Bakugo was not.

It took a few seconds before Bakugo moved Izuku a bit. Then, he felt hands on his scalp. Bakugo was…surprisingly gentle during this part.

"You-..." Izuku snorted some water out of his nose. "You could have just asked to help, you know."

"Shut it, Nerd." Bakugo huffed a little as he started to try and remove the conditioner from Izuku's hair. "I know what I'm doing."

"...Where's your phone?" Izuku suddenly caught on rather quickly.

"Best Jeanist took it. He said I was too preoccupied with it. Also, shut up…Ayato is right… your hair is shit. You need to go back to a routine. Or get Aizawa to get conditioner for your hair."

"... Thanks? You are so confusing, you know that? One minute you're threatening me and then the next you're being…kinda nice and helping me with my hair?"

"..." Bakugo didn't response as he continued to run his fingers through Izuku's hair to get the conditioner out. "Look… I'm not going to apologize about getting Auntie Inko involved in your life. I guess…I can apologize for making you out Aizawa as your dad to the class. I didn't think he'd punch that old man. I knew you were close, I just assumed he was an uncle or something similar."

Izuku sighed. "I…I shouldn't fault you. I think if the situation were reversed, I'd do the same thing, but I need you to understand that…she may be your Aunt and she may even be my mother… I'm not going to see her as you do. I don't know her, Bakugo."

There was a moment before-

"Blachk!" Izuku gasped as he was pulled under the faucet again. His limbs flailed at the sudden action done by Bakugo.

"Your hair is clean, here-" Suddenly the faucet was off. Izuku could only glare at Bakugo before a towel was thrown at his face. "Dry your mane so we can get back."


"So, what is it that we're doing? This doesn't feel like a patrol." Todoroki rubbed at the bruise on his face as he and Shouta walked down the road. The bruise was from the two of them sparring. Shouta laid Todoroki out. Making the kid 'eat the mat' so to speak. Shouta was fast, a demon, and if he's been training both Izuku and Hitoshi for almost nine years? They'd both be unstoppable in hand-to-hand.

"It's not. I apologize for bringing you here, but I don't have much a choice."

Todoroki looked up at the building. "This is-"

"Ryukyu agency, yes." Shouta shoved his hands in his pockets. "We aren't here to see Ryukyu, more rather I'm here to see one of her sidekicks." Shouta grumbled a little and hid his face in his capture weapon. His eyes narrowed and he stepped up the stairs before entering the building. Todoroki was right behind him.

"Hello! Welcome to Ryukyu's agency, how my I help you?" A receptionist greeted them in a chipper voice.

"I need to see Twister." Shouta simply stated.

"Twister? Let me see?" The woman behind the desk gave a quick look over her shoulder. "Well, he doesn't seem to be busy, he's right over there." She pointed towards Twister's desk.

Shouta looked where she pointed him to.

Twister sat behind his desk. Shouta couldn't see his height or legs, but he could see the man's face and that was more than enough. Twister's hair was straight up and looked akin to a tornado. His hair was gray in colour making him look old, despite his face screaming he was in his early thirties at most

Shouta approached the man's desk. Twister looked up at him. "Hello? How can I help you?" Twister inquired as he leaned back into his seat to look at Shouta and Todoroki alike. The moment his eyes landed on Todoroki he lit up. "Shoto? Is that you? You've gotten so big!"

Todoroki's head tilted as he made an uncomfortable face. Like he was trying to remember just who was talking to him. Shouta looked back at Todoroki. Todoroki only shrugged and Twister gave a laugh. "C'mon, I use to work for your father?"

"Lots of people have." Todoroki grumbled boredly.

"Are you Twister Aka: Hajime Takoyoka?" Shouta inquired as he stared down at the hero.

"That I am! How can I be of service?"

"My name is Aizawa Shouta, Aka: Eraserhead and you've been served." Aizawa slammed down serving papers that he's been keeping in his pockets this whole time.

"Whoa! Whoa! Heroes can't sue other heroes!" Twister loudly proclaimed as he made a grab for the papers.

It was true, yes, but not in this regard. Heroes can't sue other heroes for having similar quirks to them and being to 'alike' in fighting styles. There were just two many quirks to take into account, so a hero like Endeavor can't sue another fire-quirk hero because they both use fire to stop their opponents.

"Yes, that's true. But I'm not suing you as another hero. I'm suing you as a father… and for hero negligence as well as emotional damages. Eight years ago you were called in to help find a missing quirkless child that was kidnapped in front of his friend. Instead of doing your job as a hero. You just shrugged and said that the kid was dead. Well, guess what smartass? He's alive. He's not only alive, but I adopted him."

"That's great really. Alls well that ends well-"

Shouta grabbed Twister by his collar and pulled the smaller man over his own desk so they were face-to-face. "No! No it's not! because when I adopted him eight years ago we had no idea that he had an actual family that loved him! Because he was labeled as dead due to your actions! Now, this woman, who is his actual mother, wants my son back!" Shouta roared right into Twister's face.

"Lo-Look man! Back then…I think I know the case you're talking about. The kid was clearly dead. I-...I saw the body! it has to be a case of mistaken Identity regarding your son-"

Shouta laughed. It was a slow laugh. A laugh that if his friends were to hear they'd know to run. "Fuck you, you quirkist piece of human filth. You never 'saw the body.' The boy was taken by a villain with a portal quirk. There was no body. You read the file that said the boy was quirkless and you just shrugged your pitifully thin shoulders and announced him dead in front of his friend. The same friend that saw him eight years later and would eventually announce to Izuku's mother, Inko, that her son is, in fact, alive."

Twister's breathing became heavy as he stared at Shouta, unable to retort. The whole agency was quiet, all eyes on them.

"...Do you want money?" Twister whispered softly to Shouta. "Is that what you want?"

"No." Shouta shook his head. "I'm coming after your hero's license. You're too dangerous to be a prohero." He finally let go of Twister's shirt.

Twister let out a gasp. "You can't do that!"

"I can and I will!" Shouta shot back so loudly that his voice reverberated around the quiet agency. "You're a negligent hero. Plain and simple. You thought you could get away with declaring Izuku dead, but guess what. He's not and not only am I suing you over this, but so is Inko Midoriya. This was the one thing we could agree on. It doesn't end with her either. You're getting sued by the police as well on top of CPS! You fucked up big time with this. Kiss your job goodbye and find a new profession-" Shouta snarled and turned away from Twister in his rage.

"Oh…and by the way?...Izuku Aizawa has a quirk. He was a false negative. I hope you're happy. You got it wrong on all fronts." Shouta looked over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at Twister. "And I'm sure, if he could. Izuku would sue you as well. But he can't… C'mon, Freezerburn. We've got a patrol to do." Shouta finally walked away from Twister and his desk. He ignored all the eyes on them.

"Have a good day." Todoroki told the shocked receptionist as they walked past the woman. The woman didn't even respond. Instead she just sipped at her water; unable to make eye contact with them.

It wasn't until they stepped outside, away from the prying eyes. Did Shouta suck in a slow and meaniful breath.

"...Feel better?" Todoroki asked as he looked at his mentor.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"A little." Shouta shoved his hands in his pocket. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but this was one of the only times I could serve him in person." Shouta started to stroll down the sidewalk; Todoroki not to far beside him.

"Is it true? About Tora-...Aizawa-...Izuku being quirkless?"

"He has the toe joint, but he's a rare case of a false negative." Shouta explained. "It didn't help that he's a late bloomer when it comes to his quirk."

"Oh…" Todoroki scratched at the back of his head.

"But, enough on that. You're here to learn, right? C'mon. I know a great place for prowling around for villains to kick. I could use a nice stress reliever."

"Same."


"..." Izuku looked at his messages between him and Iida. It was all one-sided. Iida had yet to respond and it was making Izuku worry as he bounced his leg up and down.

He and Hizashi were currently inside of a twenty-four hour diner, it being almost midnight. They just got off of a patrol and decided to have some dinner together. Only, Izuku was more focused on his phone. "Are you okay, Listener?" Hizashi asked after a few minutes of Izuku nervously shaking his leg up and down.

"It's…Iida." Izuku looked at Hizashi.

Hizashi's face turned grave. "Tenya?"

"Yeah."

"I can imagine he's going through it right now after what happened to Tensei. It's a damn shame. Tensei was a great hero." Hizashi sipped at his black coffee. "I mean…he's still a hero. He's alive it's just…his legs were his main tool and…" Hizashi ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair. Only the tips were cut, but still. His hair was down past his shoulders now, out of the 'cockatoo style' and looked like it was made of gold with how it shimmered. Ayato truely worked wonders.

"Yeah…he's in Hosu right now and I know that's where the Hero Killer lurks. I'm so worried about him…" Izuku felt his brow furrow as he stared at his phone.

"...Tell you what," Hizashi gave a soft smile as he reached over and tucked a piece of Izuku's hair behind his ear. "If he doesn't text you back by tomorrow morning, we'll go to Hosu at night to check up on him. Besides, it's a great area for patrol's regardless."

"Seriously!?"

"Of course! I can tell you're really worried and truthfully…I am too. Tenya has a good head on his shoulders, but… revenge will make even the most level-headed person do something stupid."

"Thank you! I really appreciate this!" Izuku threw himself across the table to hug Hizashi.

"Oh!" Hizashi gave a laugh of surprise before he gently patted Izuku's shoulder. "Of course. I know how you feel being worried about a friend who's known for running off when angry and having problems with protocol."

"Dad, right?"

Hizashi only gave Izuku another smile as they pulled apart. "Sure. Let's go with your father."

Izuku tilted his head at that, but the sadness in Hizashi's eyes told him to drop it. Still, that didn't stop Izuku from hearing the soft: "You also act like him too sometimes…"

Izuku locked eyes with Hizashi. Then, he smiled a big smile just to try and get his uncle to smile back. Hizashi did, but it was a sad little smile. "You should eat before your food gets cold, Listener."

"Oh! Right, of course."