A BNHA fanfic.

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A/N: As this story progresses, you will occasionally start to see names pop up that appear in other Anime. Give a shout out if you recognize a name. I will try to note in the Author Notes of the following chapter which Anime and Author take credit for specific name(s).

Updates on Wednesdays. For once, HAHA!

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CHAPTER 6

-Might Tower, Minato Ward, Tokyo

All Might slid into the plush desk chair and turned to face his guests. "So, tell me about this urgent business that required me to change my plans. What is so vital that I have my old teacher, the HPSC and several embassies breathing down my neck? Is this about All-for-One?"

"No but pray he doesn't get his hands on this information," Daitan replied, tossing the file she'd been carrying on the desk in front of him.

He pulled it to him, noticing the picture first. "Is this person related to Midoriya Inko?" He gazed at the picture of the pre-teen girl who looked startlingly like his old flame.

"That's Inko's daughter…and yours you damned zygote! How could you leave your family behind?" Torino snarled, barely refraining from smacking his idiot student.

"Child? Inko and I never had a child, especially one that old…" Toshinori's words trailed off as he turned the page and read the date on the birth certificate. "Oh. Shit."

"I am here because I overheard some members of the HPSC discussing an orphan who put a child in the hospital a few months back. They wanted to label a six-year-old child a villain. I was investigating the case when I got promoted. You can imagine my surprise when I saw the name on the birth certificate, Yagi." Daitan stated, her arms crossed as she glared at him.

"Orphan? What happened to Inko? Why didn't she notify me?" Toshinori continued to flip through the paperwork, blanching when he came across a death certificate for Inko dated the same date as his daughter's birth.

"She died in childbirth, Toshi," Sorahiko whispered, seeing the devastated look on his apprentice's face. "I don't know how you passed it on, but Kiku was born with One-for-All fully active. It adapted her body to be able to handle it, but she can't turn it off. We've been training her to turn it down the little she can and helping her with special accommodations so she can live as normal of a life as possible."

"We want to train her." Daitan stated, "We have a special facility designed just for children with special quirks. We already have one other student I think she'd get along great with."

"Oh, HELL NO!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

Torino and Toshinori spoke simultaneously, glaring at her.

Daitan smirked, pleased with their reaction. "Good, that is what I was hoping for. While our program is good, I don't think it would be good for the next Symbol of Peace. Train her Toshinori. There are whispers in the underground. I fear what will happen if the next generation isn't prepared. I have blacked out the father's name on the birth certificate held by the HPSC and the hospital. You and the foster parents now hold the only 2 copies that show the truth of her parentage. Guard them well. I will be in touch with the foster parents too. That Rat at UA has already been poking his whiskers into our records concerning the child. It's only a matter of time before other forces seek that knowledge as well. Protect her, Toshi, she is the hope for the future." She swept out of the office without a backward glance, her job finished.

Sorahiko dropped into the seat across from Toshinori. "Well, shit! The sharks are already circling. I am glad she's on our side." He sighed. "How the hell did you manage to pass One-for-All on genetically? I thought that wasn't supposed to be possible. Nana certainly never passed it on her kid."

Toshinori opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a tapping at the door. Nighteye stuck his head in. "Can I come in?"

Toshinori and Sorahiko exchanged glances. Toshinori flipped the cover closed on the folder and slid it to Torino who nodded. "I'll text you later." He slid past the annoying sidekick and strode to the elevator.

All Might rubbed his temples and gestured to the seat across from him. Sir Nighteye slid his tall form into the chair Gran Torino had just vacated and folded his hands.

"Is it All-for-One?" the sidekick enquired, cocking an eyebrow.
"No. It is a personal matter. I'm not ready to discuss it yet, there are still matters to be worked out. I know we parted on less than amiable terms, so I thank you for keeping things running in my absence. How has Inko been?"

Mirai winced. He would start with that question. He sighed, "I haven't spoken with her in over seven years, not since just after you left for America."

"Did she ask about me?" Toshinori held his breath, wondering how his sidekick would respond.

"She did. Said she needed to speak with you and wanted me to give her your number. You had broken up, so I didn't. She called back a few times, the last time about six months after you left. She begged me to pass a message to you to call her."

"But you didn't, did you? Why not?"

Mirai looked at his hands, expression unreadable. "No, I didn't. I felt your relationship with her was interfering with your duties as a hero…and I was jealous." He whispered the last sentence.

"Jealous! What did you ever have to be jealous of?" Toshinori rose to his feet, slamming his palms on the desk in rage.

Sir Nighteye leaned back slightly as he looked away and muttered "She was taking time away from me. Before you met her, we would get together when we weren't working. I thought she was ruining our friendship." He had never seen Yagi in a rage like this before. His steadied his shaking hands and pulled a worn envelope out of the breast pocket of his suit. "We received this letter for you a month after that phone call. I never heard from her again after that, she dropped off the grid. I assumed she'd finally moved on and left it at that. We were never close. I only recommended her originally as a favor to my aunt."

Toshinori accepted the letter, still fuming. One glance at the envelope was enough to tell him that it had been opened and re-sealed. Nighteye had done a good job of re-sealing it, but Toshinori's training had included how to recognize such information. Blood rushed to his face as his anger rose, but he tamped it down. He wouldn't get answers by raging. He dropped back down into his seat, hearing the reinforced frame groan under his weight. Why would Nighteye have opened a letter addressed to Yagi? He was authorized to open correspondence addressed to All Might, but Toshinori had never given him leave to snoop through his private mail. He placed the letter on his desk and folded his hands over it. "If you will pardon me, I would like a chance to read my letter in peace." He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, tipping his head slightly back as he tried to calm himself. Nighteye mumbled something incoherent and hurried out.

After a few minutes of deep breathing exercises that Nana had taught him, Toshinori took a final deep breath and pushed the button on his intercom. "Akihiko-san, please send up a Tall Hot Chocolate with Cinnamon and whipped cream, and a tray of sweet buns."

"Right away, sir." The young man sounded excited to receive instructions directly from the man himself. He fiddled with the envelope, turning it over and over in his hands as he waited for the boy to arrive with the cup. Once the intern had deposited the food on his desk and departed, he opened the letter.

June 28th, 2167

Dear Toshi,

I hope this letter finds you well. I want to start by apologizing for the way we parted. I overreacted when I found out who you were. I was afraid. Afraid that you would be taken from me, and afraid that you would wake up one day and wonder what you were doing with plain little Inko. I know now that it is just my typical insecurity acting up, but I panicked.

I still love you. I know you may not want to hear it after the way we parted, but I can't go a moment longer without telling you.

I have been trying to reach you to apologize since the day I woke up and realized you were leaving for America and I might never see you again. I knew then that I'd made a mistake, but I couldn't reach you. You must have gotten an American phone.

I am sure Mirai has given you my messages, so I will assume you don't want to talk to me. If you change your mind, my cell phone number hasn't changed.

Regardless of how you feel, I have something veryimportant I must tell you about but given the nature of the information I don't feel it is something I can entrust in a letter. Please call me as soon as you receive this letter so we can meet in person. If you don't feel comfortable seeing me in person again, I have left you a video. It is in a safe-deposit box at the bank nearest to where we had our first date. I have left instructions that only you, Yagi Toshinori, can access the box.

I will always love you,

Inko

The ink smeared as fat teardrops splashed on the page. She had still loved him. All this time, she had loved him. They had wasted so many years over a misunderstanding. He pressed a large fist to his chest where it felt like his heart was being squeezed in a vice. He suspected he knew what was in the message at the bank. They could have been a family. Grief slowly gave way to anger as he re-read the letter several times over, his fingers tracing the Kanji in Inko's signature. He shot a quick text to Torino-sensei that he would meet him at the old man's house later that evening and reached over to press a button on the intercom. "Sasaki-san, please come to my office."

)-O-(

Somei Private Academy – The next morning

Shouta waved at Kiku and Hitoshi as they walked into Somei Private Academy hand-in-hand. They waved back. Six months had really made a difference in the children. Hitoshi was more confident. He still refused to use his quirk, but the quirk counselor, Tokoyami Reika seemed to be just what the boy needed. She assured them that with time he would come to understand that it was okay to use his quirk.

Kiku, or Ki-chan as Hitoshi still called her, was improving as well. She was down to weekly visits with Hound Dog whom she had taking a liking to. Breakages no longer happened daily. Other than the kitchen incident, she'd only broken her bed twice (and his and Hizashi's once during that terrible thunderstorm). He remembered the shock of waking to a resounding "Thud" as the bed collapsed when the little girl dove headfirst into the middle between them, shaking with fear and only half awake. She had been horrified when she woke up the following morning and realized she'd broken Hizashi's nose when her arm swept across his face in her terror.

He frowned, remembering what had happened during the next storm. Terrified of hurting someone again, she'd chosen to huddle beneath her bed curled in a ball and shaking. Shouta had known something was wrong when he'd awakened to a loud *crack* of thunder, but no little warm bundle huddled betwixt him and Hizashi. He'd gone looking for her, knowing she had to be terrified. Thinking she'd chosen to snuggle with Hitoshi, he'd peered in that room first, surprised to see the boy still alone and sound asleep, completely unfazed by the booming storm above.

He'd known where she was the moment he walked into her room. She was shaking so bad both the bed and dresser were trembling. Unable to convince her to leave the darkness beneath, he'd joined her under the bed, tucking her close until her trembling subsided. Hizashi had discovered them the next morning, both cats curled around them, and laughed with glee as he sent pictures to their friends and co-workers.

He glanced idly at the Hero news feed on his phone, raising an eyebrow at the headline proclaiming Sir Nighteye had finally decided to become independent and would soon be opening his own agency. It wasn't enough to keep his interest for long and his mind soon wandered back to Kiku as he slipped into a corner of the packed train. Further tests they had performed revealed that while she could not turn off her quirk, she could, if she were focused, suppress her power enough to function semi-normally so long as she was careful. She still had to use Adaptive equipment that was specifically designed for her as most normal items such as pencils still shattered with her lightest touch. If she got scared or angry, or just lost focus, all bets were off. Hizashi was still depressed over the incident with the plates – they had been a gift from Hizashi's mothers at their wedding.

She still broke wooden chopsticks when using them, but she was improving every day. She was no longer eating her meals with her fingers as she'd done in the orphanage. She used steel chopsticks and special reinforced spoons. She had gone through several dozen of both while learning to use them. It had been a challenge teaching her to hold them gently enough they wouldn't bend with a twitch of her fingers

The biggest breakthrough had been the girls school uniform. She had wanted to wear pants even though Somei Academy still required skirts as part of the girls' uniform. Her logic was that skirts got in the way when fighting villains. Nemuri had finally bribed her with a Limited Edition All Might figurine (Nemuri had volunteered it from her own collection) if she would consent to wear a skirt during school hours. The agreement being she could change into more practical clothing when she got home.

They'd debated sending the children to a public school, but with the children's' quirk issues, they decided Somei academy, which catered to families of heroes as well of some of the cream of society, would be their best option. The deciding factor had been Somei's zero tolerance policy on bullying. It was also the only academy in the area where students could use their quirks in physical ed due to the school having a retired pro for a teacher.

He stepped off the train at the nearest stop. Hitoshi, on the other hand was becoming much more confident. Constant interaction with the teachers at UA and the sessions with the quirk counselor had brought him out of his shell. The little Mini-Mic had, in his time at the radio station, become a favorite with everyone who worked there with his cheerful attitude, leather jacket and sunglasses.

Shouta entered the apartment and he headed to the kitchen, wincing as Hizashi hit a very off-key note as he sang in the shower. His thoughts carried him back to his first year at UA. They had become friends for the first time after his transfer into the Heroics program. He'd taken second place in the first-year Sports Festival, beaten out only by Iida Tensei, the man now known as Ingenium. It had been enough to secure his place in the heroics program. He'd met Yamada and Oboro the first day. The two of them had been seated on either side of him and, between the two, managed over the course of the second semester to draw him out of his shell.

It was Oboro who had introduced him to Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, he remembered as he pulled a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard. PB&J was something the young man swore was greatest food on Earth. Oboro was also the one who, at the beginning of their second year, had confessed his feelings to Shouta…and it was Oboro who died three weeks later in a building collapse during their first work-study rescue.

Shouta smiled wistfully at the memory. He had only been dating Oboro for a week when the incident had happened and was devastated by the loss. Yamada had taken the loss just as hard. He'd been best friends with Oboro since they were five.

Pulling a loaf of bread from the cupboard, the erasure hero mused that it was sad that the only food he could cook without burning down the kitchen was a peanut butter sandwich.

Shouta glanced fondly at his husband who chose that moment to wander into the kitchen, hair still damp. It was a good thing Hizashi loved to cook. He remembered when…

His thoughts were disrupted by a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, he was surprised to see Gran Torino on the other side. He opened the door as Hizashi came up behind him.

…A.U.T.H.O.R.S..N.O.T.E…

And the plot thickens...

We will see more of our precious cinnamon rolls in the next chapter.