(Authors note:Spoilers!)
Izuku lands in front of U.A and walks in towards the teachers lounge starting his search for aizawa, He pushes the door open without bothering to knock, finding cementoss and midnight inside.
"Midoriya? What are you still doing here."
"Have you seen aizawa?"
"He and Mic went to talk, He looked upset."
"He found out some upsetting news, Where did they go?" Midnight stands from her chair walking over to him.
"Ill lead you, Im curious about what this is about."
"Lead the way then.'..' he steps back into the hallway and she walks out the two of them walking down the hall.
"So what did you tell shoto that upset him so much." izuku remembers reading that midnight present mic and eraserhead all attended the same hero school and holds out his hand forming a cloud.
"This is the quirk I copied from the nomu kirigiri at the U.S.J, It's possible that he was made from the body of someone named oboro." he hears a crash, his eyes widening as he sees midnight put her fist through the plaster wall.
"Those bastards, What kind of monster could do that to a corpse!"
"My father had an eye for potential, he was probably planning on killing oboro for a long time and whatever happened played right into his hand."
"Your father did this? Is he responsible for the league of villains?" she asks, pulling her fist out of the wall and turning to him crossing her arms in front of her.
"Lets meet up with the other two, I won't explain myself twice." he stares her down and she sighs.
"Fine, We're almost there anyways."They round a corner and reach the stairs to the roof, walking up and throwing the door open to find Aizawa sitting on the railing and mic leaning over.
"Hey, when where you going to tell me Shota?"
"When i processed it myself." he deadpans seeing izuku next to her.
"I went to grab something that would help explain exactly what a Nomu is. Most of it is pretty graphic so think hard before deciding to go down this path."
"We're pro heroes kid, We can handle it." izuku unzips his backpack, pulling out the journal.
"After my fathers death I went back and broke into his labs and went through everything he left behind. I will be taking this journal with me when i leave today." he says handing it over to Aizawa Midnight walking over as they open it and as they start to read through it he can see the dawning horror on their faces.
Izuku had long since finished his homework and was now working on another hero analysis for his classmates, sketching out what of Toru he was able to see with his advanced senses Quirk.
"We've read it, We don't understand most of it but we have questions.
"The first and most important thing you should know is I've fought many nomu and none have survived me trying to restore them, I don't believe it is possible to save a nomu."
"So there's no hope then." Aizawa sighs sitting against the railing, mic putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"Barely any, but Kirogiri is a special High class nomu. He was created by my father and later modified to be a caretaker for shigaraki. I don't know how much of your friend is there, or what my father and the doctor added."
"So your father is behind the league."
"No, after my father Killed all Might i killed my father. The league exists because the hatred my father created has passed to shigaraki and she's on a warpath to destroy have the pre-made nomu and the doctor can modify them but they can not create any more as of yet."
"As of yet?"
"You need a quirk like mine to make them, I have The original quirk I stole from my father also but there were rumors of an imperfect and a perfect copy being created but I haven't seen them in play yet."
"So there are stronger enemies on the horizon. How much do you know of the current state of the League?"
"All might crushed All For One's criminal empire years ago and caved in his face, losing her stomach and a lung in the process. All for one had taken in Shigaraki after that but started treating her less as a weapon and more as a successor. It was around this time that my quirk manifested at the age of 11 and I was blackmailed into working with Shigaraki and met my father for the first time. A few years later I met All Might and she helped me break free and I became a double agent, training with All Might and feeding her information until the Camino ward Incident happened, All Might and All for one died in the same crator and Shigaraki escaped, I have no information about the current state of the league."
"A shame, I assume nedzu knows all of this?" Aizawa asks tiredly.
"Who knows what the rat knows, But aside from me and the hero association the three of you now know the most about our enemy."
"And I'm sure you already have a plan problem child?"
"I do have some contacts left in the underworld, I'm sure you do as well eraser head. We need to cast out a wide net, but understand that this is going to get far worse before the end." Izuku warns them, taking his notebook and shoving it into his backpack.
"I will do everything I can to save your friend, but I can't promise it's possible to." izuku leans over the railing humming to himself.
"I can see into my bedroom from here." he mutters and midnight leans beside him, binoculars in her hand..
"The one with the All Might bedsheets?" she asks and izuku nods, eyes widening as mei walks into his room and collapses on his bed.
"I didn't even give her a key." he mutters wondering if she had broken into his house.
"OOH maybe you should go home, she's waiting for you."
"She was probably just too tired to go home, Melissa probably let her in." izuku mutters turning to them.
"Feel free to ask me any questions you may have, I've decided I will not hide my heritage or my past."
The rooftop meeting had lasted for another hour before izuku was aloud to leave, making the easy hop from the roof onto his balcony, he had dropped his backpack and stole a pillow off of the bed laying down on the floor to let Hatsume get the sleep she probably needed quickly drifting of into a dreamless sleep waking up hours strong arms wrapped around him he opens an eye surprised to find himself in his bed knowing he had gone to sleep on the floor. He glances to the alarm clock seeing the time and deciding that the situation was nice enough that he would allow himself a few more hours of sleep.
