Summary: Izuku grins to himself as he looks around the spacious office space and finds himself staring up at the HPSC emblem emblazoned on the wall across from the desk, crossing his arms in that self-satisfied way, his grin turns a tad bit feral. You can be a hero Kacchan, go on, it's all yours. I get it, I can't be a hero, it's just not in the books for me. No. I'll settle. I'll be your fucking boss instead.

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After bandaging his burns and other various wounds, Izuku washes his hair carefully under the faucet of the bathtub, puts on his nicest suit, tries to tame his otherwise untamable curls. Finishing his attire with a pair of dark sunglasses, he makes his leave from his otherwise empty apartment, whistling pleasantly as he makes his way to work.

He's got himself a nice job. With a nice office, awesome desk chair, a nice view of the city.

At fourteen he's doing pretty good for himself.

Stepping into the large lobby of the massive building, he smiles at his employees as he walks passed them towards the elevator, humming under his breath as he steps into the first one to open, he presses the button for the level his office is on and folds his hands together behind him as the doors close.

Oh, did he forget to mention that he's the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission?

…

With heroes flanking him, he steps up to the podium on the stage in the HPSC Headquarters auditorium, he vaguely hears Hawks 'he is an adorable little baby bird like how—' but he pays him no mind. "Hello," he leans into the mic. "As President of this somewhat fine establishment, my first order of business is making some changes, can those who were and or are a part of the Paragon program stand up please?" He hears the winged hero inhale deeply at the mere mention of the program, some of the other heroes behind him mutter questioningly between each other, Izuku feels predatorial eyes stabbing into him from behind. People stand, men and woman, of all different departments, all working in one heinous program. "Good, thank you, you're all fired. Get out." Muttering and denials break out among his gathered employees and he nods. "Oh no, I'm being very serious, you know where the exits are, you have ten minutes to exit my building before law enforcement gets involved."

More whispers behind him.

He hears the winged hero whisper to himself too softly for him to pick up.

"Awesome, can those who determine the hero rankings stand up." Hesitantly more people stand. "Great, thanks a lot, you're all fired too. Leave." Izuku waves as they slowly leave, throwing him nasty looks, some on their phones, undoubtedly with their lawyers. That's fine, he has more than enough incriminating evidence against every single one of those individuals to win any matter of court cases. "Good, now that we took the garbage out, we can move on. Anyone who puts profit or reputation over actual factual statistics will not have employment within my Commission. We stand with the people and for the people, we work with the heroes we do not lord over them like a puppet master controlling the strings. Anyone who willingly puts innocent lives in danger, whether it be civilian, hero, or villain, will have no place in my Commission."

The greenette holds his hand out and an intern sets a thick file folder on it. "Speaking of which, starting now, all those with life contracts are hereby released from their contracts." Izuku turns as he pulls the heavy file in before he can drop it. "Hawks, come here for a moment." Hawks blinks in shock for a moment before stepping forward as was requested, it's comical, how much the man towers over his boss. "Here." The hero fumbles to catch the thick file when it's tossed at him. "Your contract is terminated. Do with it what you want. You want to be a hero then be one of your own accord. You're a human. I won't own a human."

…

Sometimes Izuku forgets his the President of the organization that oversees the entire hero community, especially when he's at school, only when he's at school, facing Kacchan and his lackies periodically through the day.

Like, when Kacchan burnt his notebook and backpack and shoulder, Claws carved into his arm, and he was shoved into this utility closet some two hours ago. Checking the time on his wrist watch, he heaves a deep sigh, he's going to be late for work at this rate.

Tugging his burnt backpack closer, he prays mentally that his work phone is still intact, his prayers are answered when he opens the front pouch of his bag and his sleek smart phone is in perfect condition. Opening his contacts, he debates on who to reach out to, they all technically worked for him, so they all should respond.

He chooses Eraserhead and Hawks. They're in the area today. He shoots off the messages and sits back, looking back when his phone dings two confirmations, and waits patiently.

Ten minutes later there's voices on the other side of the closet door, he pushes himself to his feet, and the lock clicks from the outside before the doors tugged open.

The winged hero grins at him for a moment, grin slowly fading as he takes in his appearance. "Boss what happened?"

"Boss!?" He flinches and glowers at the voice of his once childhood friend, of course he'd be here, though he doubts his bully would recognize Eraserhead, Hawks was rather recognizable, the wings were a dead giveaway, of course he'd follow. "Why're you calling a quirkless Deku boss!"

Izuku looks down to his backpack as he leans over to grab it, ignoring the stares of the two heroes on him for the moment, and grimaces when he pulls the strap up over his burnt shoulder.

Hawks eyes him contemplatively, exchanges a glance with Eraserhead, and turns to the younger blonde standing behind the janitor they'd called on. "Because he signs my paycheck." Gold eyes narrow dangerously. "Did you just call him useless?"

"That's what he is!" Bakugo shouts. "I don't know what bullshit—"

He has enough of this conversation, he just wants to leave, go home and tend to his injuries, and just climb in bed. So he steps forward, between the two heroes, knowing they'll follow after him, and pauses in front of his explosive bully.

Biting back his nerves, he turns his head, even cool emerald eyes meet burning red. "You'll never be a hero, Kacchan, never, trust me, you'll never get the chance."

…

"So," Izuku stares the two men before him down, Hawks standing beside him shifting nervously, he's been trained to keep appearances collected, but his feathers are fluttering, giving him the indication that the man is nervous. "Amenomori, you were Hawks handler, were you not?"

A scaled man nods stiffly, glaring daggers at him, that's fine. He's dealt with hate from everyone he's ever known all his life, adding one more, two more people to that list isn't going to cause him much harm.

The greenette turns to the other man, furred, a fellow animalistic quirk user. "Banzai, you were Hawks punisher, were you not?" The man nods just as stiffly, though unlike the other man, he keeps his hatred well hidden. "Very good, what is it you would do to him when he was sent to you to be punished, answer truthfully."

Banzai huffs. "We'd pluck feathers from his wings amongst various other things."

"Interesting." He turns to the other man. "Amenomori, you were the one who sent Hawks to be punished every time he was sent, correct?"

The reptilian quirked man scoffs and chooses not to answer his question, instead asking one of his own. "Are you firing me sir, or are you not?"

"Oh, I am." A scowl falls over the man's features. "But first—" A light of unease shines in his once heated eyes. "I'm sending you to Sector H for punishment. For abuse of power and willful endangerment. For allowing someone to be tortured." Hawks turns to look down at him in shock, but he ignores the winged man, focusing solely on the two men before him. "You two are cousins, correct, Banzai your mother took in Amenormori when he was just a young boy. Your cousins but think of each other as brothers. Correct?" The feline quirked man nods slightly. "Good. Amenormori, it is excruciatingly painful for Hawks to have his feathers forcibly removed. I think an appropriate punishment for you is to experience the same treatment as you submitted your client to." Izuku turns to the other man. "Banzai, how many feathers would you pull from Hawks wings?"

He swallows thickly. "Three dozen. Sir."

"Great." The greenette nods firmly. "I want you to pull three dozen scales from Amenomori's person." The man opens his mouth to protest but he's already moved on to the other. "Amenomori, you willingly allowed Hawks talons to be filed down to the point of injury, I want you to file down Banzai's claws just as low as you'd file Hawks talons. You made him bleed from how low his talons were filed. I will have someone monitoring you at all times. I want you to file Banzai's claws down to the point that blood is shed. There will be consequences if you don't."

The scaled man stares, face as white as a ghost. "What's to keep me from walking out?"

"Well, there's this." Izuku smiles pleasantly. "I'm not overlooking your constant endurance retrainings you submitted my hero to under the last President, I am not so easily going to overlook your blatant disregard for the wellbeing and humanity of another being. You had Hawks tortured as young as six years old, on multiple occasions, under the guise of him not being good enough. I could very easily inform those in Tartarus of your actions and just what you submitted a child to and throw you in the water with the sharks." He taps his fingers over the desk top. "From what I can recall, Takami Kettie and Takami Kentaro are in Block J, they've still got three months of their sentence left. I could have it arranged that the three of you are locked together in a cell, the cameras turned off, guards ordered away from the area, and have them informed as to what you submitted their son and nephew to. From what I can find, both, especially Kettie, loved Hawks very much, do you wish to see what their punishment for your infractions might be. Need I remind you Takami Kettie once scalped a man for something as simple as stealing a feather from him. They've done worse for less. Do you really want to find out what they'd do with the knowledge of what you've done to one they love so dearly?"

Hawks makes a small sound beside him, as though in disbelief that this cute little baby bird (his words) could be so vicious and cold hearted, or perhaps in amusement at the mental picture of what the man before them would look like after being locked in a cell with his dad and uncle.

"You can have one or the other." Izuku, President of the HPSC, smiles sickeningly sweet at the man who dared try and find an escape route from his sadistic punishment. "I'll let you chose." He turns to the other man. "Same for you Banzai, though, if I were you, I wouldn't want your crimes to be revealed to the two elder Takami men. You may not walk out of that cell in one piece. If you were to walk out at all."

…

"Your request is denied, All Might." Izuku takes vindictive glee in this one. "You are not going to scope out a child to use as a guinea pig for your quirk. I will provide you a list of qualifying individuals and you will chose from there. So no, you will not be teaching at UA unless you have a valid teaching license."

The blonde man before him, sickly looking and fall apart, coughs up blood into a handkerchief. Hawks makes a small noise of disgust behind the boy at the desk. "Might I ask why I wasn't taken to see the President, that's who I requested to see."

"Oh ho ho pal." The teen presses a hand to his chest. "I am the President. Denied."

"That's not possible." Small Might has some audacity to be insulting him in his own office. "You're a child."

"Yes. I am." He nods. "A child who asked you if a quirkless person, like me, could be a hero, like you. What was it you said again?" Izuku taps his chin mockingly. "Oh, right, it's not possible, you just can't say that one could be a hero without a quirk. You told me to be realistic, be a police officer you said, well, the first question on the application for the academy is what your quirk is. Be a doctor you said, well, I can't get into those kinds of schools, hell, the only high school around here that accepts quirkless students is UA, so my going to college, especially for the medical field, isn't even slim to none, it's just plain old none." He leans forward against his desk. "It's okay to dream, the great All Might said, but you have to be realistic too kid. And then you left me on the rooftop of a building alone. So I decided, you're right, everyone who ever told me I could never be a hero was right, so I gave up that dream, it's in the past, no." The teen shakes his head. "No no no, see, me being quirkless doesn't make me ignorant, so I did what I do best, ruined someone's career, and arranged a peaceful transition of power. So no, I don't want to be a hero anymore, you have no worries, I want to be their boss now." Izuku smiles cheerfully. "And I am. So, as your boss, I'm saying request denied. If you're caught on UA grounds your hero license will be revoked and you'll be arrested for breaking and entering. And, in light of how truly medically disadvantaged you are, I wouldn't want to find myself in prison."

…

"This isn't fair!" The greenette is the first one to break the silence in their staring match, both teen President and hero staring each other down, chest to chest (as chest to chest as they can be) with their hands on their hips. "Let me level the playing field mister pterodactyl."

Keigo turns as the teen marches around him, raising an amused eyebrow when he tugs his desk chair back and climbs up to stand on the desk, noticeably, how he stands heads above him. "Really now?" He shakes his head. "We're gonna play that game?" Opening his wings, he lifts himself off the floor, hovering above the kid's stance. They go back to staring each other down, President standing on his desk, hero hovering above his head.

Izuku breaks first and whines in defeat. "Fine. I'll move in."

He crows in victory and closes his wings, tucking them into his back, falling to the floor with a thump. Grabbing the small teen by the waist, he lifts him off his desk and turns, plopping him down on his feet in front of him. "You make it sound like it's a bad thing. Am I really that much of a bad guy?"

The boy heaves a sigh and flops forward into the man's arms. "No. I just don't wanna have to listen to a mother hen all day."

"Le gasp." Keigo curls his arms around the teen leaning against his front and squeezes him close as his hands slowly travel around to his ribs. "If anything—" he claws his fingers into the boy's ribs and smiles when he shrieks with laughter. "I'm a tickle monster. Not a mother hen."

…

Nedzu cackles in the teacher's lounge before beginning the yearly staff meeting before the term was due to begin, eyes skimming over the contents of the letter once more, he cackles again. "Ladies and gentlemen we are in for quite a treat this year, truly."

Aizawa groans and faceplants into the table he's sitting at as it appears he's going to have to be the one to ask what's gotten the Principle so excited. "Why?"

"First and foremost," the stoat begins as he folds the paper up and slides the letter back into it's envelope. "Quirkless combat and defense will be added to the curriculum this year and hence forth. Heroes these days rely too heavily on their quirks. One must be able to tactfully and skillfully take down their opponent without reliance on their quirk." He pauses.

Whispering breaks out among the others.

The dark haired man lifts his head to stare at the mammalian. "Quirkless combat, I've been fighting for that class since I started teaching here, why's it only being approved now."

"Why," Nedzu chirps happily. "The President of the HPSC is quirkless."

"No way!" Yamada exclaims, Majima and Kayama nodding along with him, Kan hums in agreement. "He's got to have some sort of intelligence quirk! He managed to overthrow the previous President at fourteen! He can't be quirkless!"

"I'll allow it to get passed just this once because I don't believe you hold any ill intention with that statement." Nedzu takes a sip from his tea. "But that line of thinking is incredibly Quirkest Yamada, quirklessness does not equate to intelligence, some of the smartest specimens of mankind were quirkless. Our new President is highly intelligent. His ability to initiate a transfer of power between himself and our dear departed President was done from sheer intelligence. That in and of itself, knowing he does not have any sort of enhancement to aid him, makes this feat even more magnificent."

Ectoplasm changes the subject before it can derail from there. "Who's teaching the new class?"

"Aizawa." The eraser hero's eyebrows raise. "You've been chosen as the one to teach the hero students quirkless combat considering your entire fighting style is quirkless in nature."

Kayama bites her lip. "Is that it?"

"No!" The Principle chirps again. "Our heroics teacher this year will be Kamui Woods. That's not what's got me so intrigued, our newest student this year will be Midoriya Izuku." He grins ferally when their faces pale. "President of the Hero Public Safety Commission. Hawks will be joining him as his security detail, he's a very influential and high standing young man, he needs the best of the best to stand as his protector."

Mijima raises his hand slightly. "Why not have Endeavor then, he's second in rank, Hawks is third."

Nedzu hums cheerfully. "Endeavor is no longer on the Commission's payroll and any heroic acts he commits will be taken as Vigilantism and treated as such."

…

The new class falls silent when a boy and Hawks appear in the door way to their classroom, both wearing dark suits and sunglasses, hair tied back fashionably, hands in their pockets, identical (not completely—for obvious reasons) in stance.

Iida bows respectfully. "President Midoriya."

"Hello Iida." The boy's head bobs. "I hope Tensei is doing well."

"He is, yes." The youngest Iida nods. "He wishes for me to thank you for the sidekick recommendations."

"Of course." The greenette, Midoriya, by assumption from Iida's greeting, bobs his head again as he surveys the rest of the class. "Students."

"You're a student too Problem Child." A fond nickname donned by Eraserhead, well-fitting too considering, and both boy and hero turn to face the man in his eyesore of a sleeping bag. "Are you really wearing the same suit?"

Hawks grins. "First impression is key."

…

"No," Midoriya takes a sip from his tea cup. "Absolutely not. The Sports Festival will be postponed this year, if we hold it at all, I understand the necessity for students to perform and gain work studies with heroes in the field, but they are children (he skillfully ignores Keigo's pointed throat clearing—asshole—he's so gonna fire him) who just went through a traumatic ordeal. They need time to process and heal." He takes another sip of tea. "And, besides that, the whole idea of the Sports Festival is incredibly ignorant. Not only do you announce the students name and what department they're in, but you also announce their quirk, which is asinine on multiple levels. Not including the vital information it gives away for those intending to go into underground heroics, it puts all students in danger. Any villain with half a braincell could very well watch the Sports Festival, which is broadcasted nationally for any and all to see, learn of their targets quirk and brainstorm ways to combat them. That would leave the students as sitting ducks waiting to be picked off. I am denying this request."

"Fledgling," Keigo takes the initiative when the stoat sends him a glance, everyone in the room knows that the teen listens to the winged hero more so then anyone else, for personal reasons. "I understand your reasonings, we all do, and it's not fair to them. I agree that they need time to process, manage, and heal. Mandatory sessions should be set up with Hound Dog, setting it mandatory that they attend at least two sessions is a great idea and we support it wholeheartedly." He smiles gently when the teen turns to look at him, green eyes glowing with knowledge, analytics, and calculations. "But the students need this. We can postpone the Sports Festival for a certain amount of time, but it's not fair to them to withhold the opportunities their upperclassman were given. Those in the other departments can enter the hero course through the Sports Festival, it's not fair to those who've been training all this time for the chance only to have it snatched from them due to no fault of their own." Aizawa nods in agreement, everyone in the room knows he's been training someone, and the winged hero bows his head slightly. "Is there a compromise we can come up with?"

The President of the HPSC sighs as he takes a sip of tea. "Okay. I concede to your point. But I have certain stipulations." He turns to address Nedzu sitting across from him. "First, name's can be broadcast, but quirk cannot. For privacy's sake as well as safety. Second, I am limiting those who are able to view the broadcast, the live stream will only play over the hero network, no exceptions, I understand that it will cause disruption with the public, but the safety of the students comes first and foremost. Third, all students, and I mean all students, are required to know at least basic self defense tactics. Fourth, everyone involved in the attack at the USJ must complete their two mandatory sessions with Hound Dog before they can qualify for participating in the Sports Festival. Fifth, the Sports Festival will be held two months from now, to give the students an appropriate amount of time to come to terms with the trauma they experienced and begin to heal from it."

Nedzu smiles pleasantly. "I agree wholeheartedly Midoriya, indeed I do."

…

"I'm rejecting Bakugo Katsuki transfer." Izuku announces, standing in front of the stoat's desk, hands in the pocket of his hoodie, Hawks standing beside him in a matching hoodie in the same exact position. "He's too volatile, he hasn't learned a thing, he's got a superiority complex a mile high. No, I am not allowing him to transfer into the hero course." He levels a stare on the mammalian across from him, the only one ballsy to do so, and meets him with a dare to challenge his decision. "And if you decide to go around my back and transfer him anyway I'll cut the schools funding completely."

The hero at his side snorts softly. "Baby birds grumpy this morning."

He glares at the man next to him. "Shut up Kei."

"Excuse you." Keigo turns to look at him, eyebrows raised, as though questioning the decision the teen just made. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said shut up." Izuku glowers at him. "As in, stop talking, be quiet, silence peasant. Shut up."

"Okay, first off, watch the attitude." The blonde man straightens from his slouched position and turns completely. "I know you're angry, but you're not going to disrespect me like that, so mind yourself."

"You can't talk to me like that." The mini President snaps. "I'm your boss."

"And I'm your guardian." Keigo shoots right back. "That trumps everything. Drop the attitude."

"Or what?"

The teen yelps when the mans hand snaps out and snags his ear, pinching as he tugs him around by said ear, the man calls over his shoulder as he makes his way across the Principle's office. "We'll finish this meeting later. I'm gonna go roast his backside."