"I'm pregnant!"

The deadbolt slammed shut, keeping the door firmly in place as Inko Midoriya's quirk went into overdrive. Standing with his hand grasped around the doorknob was a mountain of a man. Tall, muscled and fierce with eyes as green as hers, all contained inside a pristine black suit which had a history stretching centuries. Black hair in a chaotic mop of a mess twisted in tune with his body. He let go of the door to stare at the woman he loved, the woman who was the only one he couldn't seduce or make coware, the only person who wanted to help his student without alternative reasons.

His voice was a quiver with emotion, for every ounce of coldness and sadism he had this was something he'd never in all his years of life think he'd hear again.

"What?"

She ran to him, her arms so lithe and thin crushing him together with her. Tears streamed freely from her eyes in desperation, every type of fear clinging to that pathetic expression.

"I'm pregnant! I didn't tell you because I was scared of how you would react, but I can't let you go! Please Hisashi, I need you!"

She shook as her legs began to give out under her, sliding down his suit before he put his arms around her back, supporting her as best he could. Inko clutched at the silk like fabric and with a voice growing weak whispered into his ear.

"We need you so please don't go, I'm begging you. Don't take Tomura from me. I...I-"

The strong arms around her back tightened intensely, crushing her tiny frame to his in the most reassuring way. A hand stroked her hair, taking note of the long green strands he adored so much. Many things are dependent on seemingly infinitesimal and unrelated happenings which ebb softly of the stream of time, working their power like a cascading avalanche which collects momentum and mass through thousands of tiny things colliding into what could be the climax of a person's life and in the moment that Hisashi Midoriya, a man who had lived twenty lives and more held the screaming, shouting body of his son, that event would usher in a change to the world so drastic that none could imagine it and yet so much would still remain as it was.

He was so small in his hands. In that white blanket he could see those green eyes staring back at him with so much life that marked him as his, as their child. The sterilized surroundings of the hospital reflected the low lighting casting most things in a dull shadow only to be given a soul by the sounds of the babe screaming and crying though to the man holding him, it was the sound of the most sacred celebration he will ever be a part of. Here was his child demanding to the world "I am here! I am alive! And I will not be denied what I will have!" The man stared at the thing he had created, the thing which symbolized his love for the woman smiling so warmly at a damned soul like him. Here was his son, here was his future and here was what would be a part of his legacy.

From behind the man a tap came to his leg. His student, so tiny and so scared yet so brave in spite of that fear looked at him confusingly with his fingers in his ears. Red eyes greeted him under the messy blue hair. Childish annoyance buzzing prominently in them.

"Why is he crying?"

The man smiled proudly at the boy. Carefully he knelt down making doubly sure the infant was secure in his arms. Showing the babe he noticed how his student stared at the new edition of the only family they both had.

"Because he's celebrating being alive, Tomura. He's saying hello to the world and to us."

The child continued to plug his ears while examining the strange wrinkling thing in his teacher's arms and the green eyes that hazlily stared through half opened eyelids.

"It doesn't sound like it to me."

A laugh came from the giant, keeping his son in his arms like he was made of glass.

"It depends on how you listen to it."

Gently, he extended his arms out to his student who recoiled in surprise. The baby continued his very first tantrum at the chaos of life in the meantime.

"Would you like to hold him?"

The boy stood in shock, unsure of what to do with something so fragile. A shake came to his hands as visions of death and pain and dust came rapidly in his mind. Yet he saw the faith in his teacher's spirit and then felt the leather gloves covering his palms. With a tremor he nodded. By a soft dip of his arms Hisashi placed the babe into Tomura's hands, careful to not fully let go until the boy lifted his arms up, the body of his younger brother now seeming much larger by his comparably smaller frame to his teacher.

Tomura said nothing as he held this breathing, crying thing that was supposedly a member of their family. Memories of half a decade ago attacked him, the feel of rough hands mixing with his own fears. Here was his replacement. The thing which would become more cherished by his teacher, by the woman who loved him. He hated it, he loathed it, he needed to smash, to crumble it! And yet as he held it, the screaming stopped. The green eyes opened more and a hand so tiny grabbed one of his fingers, one which was not covered by the leather. Amazement filled the little boy, his damaged heart skipping a beat the longer he stared at the baby and was stared at in return like he was the most incredible thing on earth.

He lifted the baby closer to his face while moving to sit on a bench and study his brother, his finger still entrapped by that tiny hand. Hisashi grinned, pleased at the development as he approached his children. Setting himself next to Tomura, he patted the boy on his head.

"See, that's your little brother. He's the one person who'll always have your best interest at heart so you look after him, understand? Do that and you'll never have to face bad things alone ever again."

His deep, soothing voice echoed out to the boy as he strengthened the hold over the baby believing his teacher's words the longer he saw the innocent face look at him in astonishment.

"What's his name?"

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya."

From the hospital bed the sound of the woman they both loved in ways no simple words could ever aptly describe answered. Weariness colored her but so did a contentment and a joy that no earthly matter could have created. Picking up their son, he brought the infant to her waiting arms. In that bundle of cloth, safe in her loving grasp and seeing the motherly light in her beautiful gaze as he stood by her bedside with his student at his side, for once he breathed in relief and in those moments a smile, cold and cruel, came to him. His child, his son, will be the start of a new age which he shall craft from the ruins of this dying falsehood. As such, it was then Hisashi changed his plan, pushing and erasing dates and events in his computer like memory and instead sending his entire focus on the gift sleeping in his wife's arms.

A hand touched the baby's cheek, bringing a joy so deep to the Master of Shadows that he could barely explain it. Soon, very soon greater designs than even what he originally sought would come into reality and his brother would tremble at his kin. A dynasty would emerge that will last beyond the end of this world and this child would be the first of his name, the one to forge the iron of war and lead the masses away from their slavery. His little Izuku would do this and all they need to do is to wait.