AN: I don't own My hero academia or the characters form the other animes that will be appearing.

Last time…

Izuku saves a kid from getting kidnapped which lead to a mad chase throughout the city to fine the kidnapper. When all things were said and done Izuku made the decision to reject his U.A application and become a part of Shiketsu detective program. Soon he found out that his father was actually and a pervious Shiketsu student.

The Noble Dragon of the Court

A few months ago, beyond the sea.

A man sat idly as he stared up at the star lit sky beyond his office's glass windows. It was a rare view for him. Most of the time he never has the time to sit and enjoy it. Work, work, work. That was most of his life. He loved his work. It paid well. He enjoys helping those backed in a corner. No freedom in sight despite their innocence. The downside is he's away from his family. He tried to send them overseas with him, but it never worked out. His wife felt uncomfortable leaving the county she called home. Having to learn a new language, finding a new job, leaving friends and family, it was all too much for her. There was also the fact her parents were sick at the time. Then there was their one and only child. He was too young to move. Then there was the fact that he was quirkless. There was no telling what would happen to him if they moved so suddenly to a new country entirely. Especially one with a high prejudice against quirkless. It was better his son stayed where he was much to his dismay.

He hasn't seen his son in years. Had not heard from him beyond his occasional conversation with his wife. He was well last he heard. Which was good, but he had developed a love for hero. It worried him. His wife often mentions how he wanted to be a hero but without out a quirk that was near impossible. Both parents blamed themselves. If their quirks were stronger perhaps their son would have one. He hated this one phone call. His wife was crying on the other end about how their son asked if he could be someone like the number one hero in japan All Might. Of course, it was a no, but she didn't have the heart to tell him at the time. He wanted to hold his wife. His son. But he couldn't. Not when he's an ocean away. Sometimes he regretted staying here. It was only meant to be temporary. A year or two at most. Then things happened. He got a job that paid too well to say no in a workplace that was perfect for his style. The only thing to make it more perfect is if his family was here. It was lonely without them. Although he had to right to talk. He had not spoken to his son for years. He could barely remember his voice now. He really should call. He knew that but he only puts it off for one reason or another. Selfish or not. Really, he has his own fears and inadequacies to blame. If only he was more aggressive. More something. He could have saved her. Them. Never had to leave his family to begin with. To this day it was still marked as his greatest failure. For better or worst his shame brough him here.

Smoke puffed out from his lips, "maybe I should ask again. Izuku will be starting middle school soon so maybe…"

His outer thoughts were interrupted by a phone. Politely, he answered. An unfamiliar voice was on the other side. "Is this Hisashi Midoriya?"

"Yes, this is he."

"I'm here calling on behave of your son, Izuku Midoriya."

Hisashi black eyes sharpened at the name. Curiously, he sat he listening to the unknown caller. "Who exactly am I speaking to?"

The voice coughed. "Oh, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Arata Darewell. I'm a teacher at Shiketsu Academy. Your son has shown great promise I think he could make it through the institution's scholarship program. He requires one more credible source to back up his application. Already knowing your impressive background, I thought you'd be the perfect fit," he explained with a type of perfectional elegance in his tone.

Hisashi raised an eyebrow questionably. Flustered, he brushed back his messy black curled locks. "Look Mr Darewell. I'd love to help but isn't my son a bit too young for Shiketsu."

There was a silence. Like the man beyond the phone was confused. "Mr. Midoriya… You do realise your son will be attending high school in the following school year. Now is the perfect time."

Another silence.

"WAIT WHAT…" the man couldn't believe his ears. He thought for sure his son was staring middle school or was it ending middle school. God damn it he really should stop talking to his wife while in the middle of paperwork. But that was sometimes he only time he has. A lot of times he's out on the field, talking to clients or off on some shenaniganry adventure with his colleagues. Like that whole ghost ship case. He ended up getting stranded in the middle of nowhere for weeks. He almost missed his schedule call his beloved wife. Like hell he would. He would have sawm through shark infested waters if it met hearing the angelical voice of his wife. Which he did. "Hold on second he's starting high school soon?"

"…yes."

"I'M A HORRIBLE FATHER." He cried in dismay. Soon he found himself crouched under his own desk huddled up in a dark corner. All in hopes to hide his shame. "I know I should have talked to him sooner. I've always been so afraid, busy among other things that aren't good enough excuse I know. God damn it Hisashi, you're spineless. Spineless!" the man the mumbled on about this and that. How much he wanted to see his son. Celebrate his birthday. Last that happened was when was 4 or 5 he couldn't really remember. That's bad isn't it? He was so cute at the time. So small. Looked so much like his adorable wife which made him even more adorable. With his freckles and curls. All those regrets he been keeping in check for years. Now crunching down on his head breaking his skull. At this rate he'll go crazy.

Thankfully, there was someone on the other side of the phone to bring him back to reality. "This may be a touchy subject sir, but if you love your family that much why did you leave?"

Hisashi let out a solemn sigh. He stared up at the bottom of his desk. The darkness only being pierced by moon light and one small lamp. "There was this case several years ago. My first real failure. Despite all my efforts I couldn't give my client's family the justice they deserved. I swear that case was ridged, or the judge was bias or something. I lost and ruined that families' lives. I couldn't even bare to look at my own family. They even had a kid same age as mine. I wasn't able to save any of them. Then I got fired form my agency for some sort of stupid reason. They wouldn't tell me what. I tried to fine work in other places, but I kept getting rejected despite my track record. I got so mad I decided to go traveling and learn about new court systems. See if there was any way I could have won. Then my current company took interest in me and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. I tried to convince my wife to come to the sates with, but she was worried for a lot of reasons. Mainly our son. The States aren't known for being quirkless friendly."

"Hum I see. Although you should speak with your son."

"I know I know," Hisashi groaned while pulling on his curls. He wanted to. Especially now just realising how long it's actually been. "I guess I'm a little nervous now. My fault. It's been far longer than I realise. He must really hate me. Where do I even start?"

"Well you can start by helping him obtain this scholarship. I sent you an email with all the necessary paperwork. As well as some other files you may be interested in."

Eventually, Hisashi climbed out of his hidey hole and placed himself propped back on his leather seat. His computer was already opened with emails upon emails he just sorted through minutes ago. There at the very top was a new email. Usually, he would be groaning at the extra work tacked on to his day, but this time it was different. It's for his son. So, he clicked it. The first thing he saw were report cards. His eyes were wide. Near perfect in every subject. He knew his son was smart, but he had to have been working hard to obtain these types of grades. Next was a video recording of some sorts. From the angle and quality, it looked like some security footage. He remembered a conversation he had with his wife mouths ago. Something about Izuku helping solve a murder. He thought he was dreaming with sleep deprivation but there it was. His son calling out the culprit. It remained him about his younger years. Like the day he met his beautiful wife. Lastly, there was a news clip. He heard about this. An anonymous tip went viral and the whole city was on the lookout for a kidnaper. Along with it was a child's drawing with the message thank you Mr Green hero.

"My son was a part of all that?"

"Yes. Impressive isn't it? The boy's quick thinking got the crook caught. Saving many young lives even if he doesn't believe it fully."

Pride was the one emotion he felt as he read through his son's pass accomplishments. Then he noticed the paperwork. He hummed, "Detective huh? That's a little bit of a relief. I thought you were going to put him in the hero's course."

"Unfortunately, I feel heroisms would be too much for him. Not like he needs it. Hero work has lost so much of its original meaning."

He could easily sense the animosity in the man's voice. It was a slight red flag in his mind. "Got something against heroes?"

"Can't say I do since I am a hero myself. However, the industry isn't what it used to be with this self-promotion and showman ship. Izuku's talents would be wasted in such antics," Arata responded smoothly.

Suspicious. Very suspicious. His natural instincts were tingling but not in a bad way. This man isn't someone to be worried of. At least not in a negative way. There was still something off. In all his years of experience he could tell when someone was hiding something. "Who exactly are you to my son."

There was a pause. "I am his teacher. Simple as that." Arata stated as a matter of fact. "I hope you will support him."

Odd but he decided not to press him on it. His son was priority now. "Of course. I'll have them done by tomorrow."

"Thank you, also I added your son's number at the bottom. Perhaps it's time to reach out to him."

Hisashi quick to scroll down to the bottom of the email. There in bold was supposedly his son's number. He could call him now at any time. Just one click.

"Good luck to you Mr. Midoriya."

The call ended with a beep. What should he do now? He quickly, inserted the number to is contact list. He played with his phone for what felt like hours. Should be try now? He glanced up at the clock. It was nearly 1 am in the morning. He remembered that he had a new client he needed to see in the morning. A magician or something. In the ended in decided to call it a night and once again postponed not to contact his son. This will not be the last.


The Noble Dragon of the Court. This was a title nickname given to a peculiar student once his name become…somewhat infamous. This student was lawyer fresh out form Shiketsu academy. The public and media noticed in because of his interesting choices of clients. An average street thug, successful businessmen, average people, yakuza members. He'll accept anyone. From any background. But the all must have one thing. They must be innocent of the crimes charged against them. No matter who you are. Or what you are this layer will fight for you till the bitter end. However, if he fines you are guilty of the crimes, he'll still fight for you. But once the case was said and done, he will through you under the bus. No questions asked. His morality brought him both fame and fear the day he first threw a client under a guilty verdict.

"I fight for the truth and I'll bring anyone down if they ever try to stray me away from it. I fight for the innocence that no one believes. Not the guilty who hide form justice."

His famous words brought him clients form all shapes and sizes as well as questioning critics. He has never lost a case he did not mean to. Expect for one. That one case. One very dear case made him fled Japan.

Izuku looked up at the all of pictures. Each one represented a student that placed top of their class. He recognised a few like people who became famous politicians and of course heroes. The current number 6 hero Mirko. Known for her power bunny quirk and tenacious attitude. Then there was the one that stood out of all of them. A man with messy black curls, sharp black eyes and freckles littering his upper cheeks. The Noble Dragon of the Court. Hisashi Midoriya. His own farther. Izuku stared at the picture to what felt like hours. Analysing every detail. He was his father alright. Same hair and freckles. The more he looked at it the more he noticed just how much of a perfect fusion he was of both his father and his mother. A man he hasn't seen in years now he gets to meet him through a picture and a who lot of videos and articles.

Sighing, he looked down at the bags at this side. They were filled to the brim of his fathers pass cases. The videos were courtesy of the headmistress. They were recordings of his father's earlier cases that were achieved in the school and a few older ones. Apparently the school liked to keep track of their students the first few years out on the field. Although most of these were public domain so it was safe for Izuku to borrow them. The articles were from Arata. He doesn't know why he had them directly on him for this moment. He swore Arata pre-planned this. It was the only logical explanation. How he knew he would have wanted this he isn't sure either. He also had this father's phone number. When on other did he get that? Also, when did he added into to his phone?

He took out his phone again to double check. Yup there it was bright as day. In the middle of his contact this was supposedly his father's number. Arata had do kindly blatantly suggested that he should call his father soon. Say thanks for helping him get the scholarship. Although he much rather asks why he hasn't been home for so many years! He's been indifferent before this but now? He was kind of annoyed. He clearly has the money and he claimed to care. He cared enough to help his son get into a school he used to go to but doesn't care to come home and say hi beside the occasional birthday card. Which always never fails to arrive late. Yeah. He felt a little bit annoyed.

"Done staring at the picture my boy," Arata asked as he strolled beside him.

"I guess," he huffed. "I mean I'm grateful for his help and all, but wouldn't it be better if he met me in person first. Or called. Some sort of heads up to say: hi son I hear you want to go to my old high school like me help you with that."

Arata forced and chuckle and look up at the hall of pictures. "Form last I heard he got caught in another case. It must have slipped his mind."

"I must slip his mind a lot if he only ever talks to my mom." Yes, he was aware that he and his mother stay in contact. The calls were far and in between but it was usually once a mouth. At the very least. Had he never asked to speak with him? Did he not want to speak with him? Was he just a nuisance of something? Was it because he was quirkless!

"Now, Izuku no need for negative thoughts now," Arata scolded softly. His eyes sharpened as they darted down at his young student. The boy flushed the second he met them. "And it takes two to tango my boy. You haven't tried to reach out to him either. Now have you?" Caught in a corner Izuku slumped his shoulders. The man had a point. Never once has he tried to reach out to his father. Ever since he was diagnosed as quirkless his father was out of the picture. This led to him subconsciously thinking that he was nuisance or disappointment. It didn't help that was what the mean kids told him when they found out his father was gone. If his father didn't bother with him, he'd do the same. It was a mutual feeling he never thought to correct. Arata placed a hand on the boy's shoulders and gave him a reassuring smile. "It may not seem like it, but your father does care. You two are more alike than just your looks. Perhaps you should have a chat with your mother and look through those case files you can see the type of person your father is. Who knows, you might be surprised."

With one final sigh Izuku complied with Arata's suggestions.


Dinner was quite that night with his mother. Just him and her. Once again Arata temporary retreated from him. His mother invited him to say but nope. Said he had some paperwork to attend to for the following school year. He didn't really buy it. He's starting to get use to his teachers double meaning antics. What he really meant to say was I'll let you have your privacy with your mother on this sort of touchy subject. And you better do it or else. He just had those type of eyes when he stared him down before he left. Wide, all knowing and slightly threatening. Well he had to start somewhere, and his mother seemed like a good start.

His plate now cleaned he looked across to his mother. She was silently munching on her last bite. Her eyes a slight daze. "Hum…Mom?"

She flinched. "Yes dear?"

"What's dad like?"

Her mouth formed an oh in surprise. "This is the first time you ever asked about him."

Guilty was charged. For whatever reason he was never really interested in his father. He knew he was alive. Loved his mother and sends them money. Worked overseas and that was it. That was all he ever needed. He supposed he just stopped caring at some point. Even when he was still in Japan he barely remembered if he was around. Maybe a few pats on the head but that was it. He never really had a connection to the man which lead him to his current state of their barely existent relationship. Red with both shame and embarrassment he nervously chuckled. "Well apparently he helped me get into Shiketsu. And was a pervious star student there. So, I'm a little curious."

Fondly, Inko gazed at the distance. A peaceful smile on her face. "Well if I would describe in a sentence it was be a noble busy body. I swear he can't sit still for 5 seconds without needing to do something. He has such a hard time saying no to anyone who could needed his help. He'll help anyone without hesitation…then maybe trip a few times."

"The Noble Dragon of the Court," Izuku recited. "That was the nickname he was given by the media. Why was that?"

"Well mainly for his quirk. Before he was that he was simply the Dragon of the Court. Another reason is his confidence and ferocity. You should see him up there on the podium. He was so cool," the woman cooed in delight. Her husband was a force to be reckoned with in court. Nothing could waver his resolve. If he believes his client was 100% innocent, he will tear through every bit of evidence to prove it. For a while he never lost a case. Although the Noble portion of his nickname wasn't added until much later in his career. "It was the first cast he wasn't feeling 100% on. The evidence felt fishy. He kept telling me his client felt off. The more he dug into it the more he realised they were lying. The second the verdict was about to be headed he announced guilty and torn through the false evidence. He never let a villain go off scot-free. That's how he got Noble."

Izuku nodded a long with mother's words. It was information he already knew mostly but he didn't want to be rude. His father sounded like a decent man and an A class lawyer. Although, it must be a little scary for a client to have someone him. If they were guilty, he would show them no hesitation to tear them down. An interesting man to say the least.

"Though I suppose I should start off at the beginning."

"Beginning?"

"How we first met of course."

She happily told her son the story. It was long overdue. She was young and naive and was ticked to be in the wrong time and wrong place. Or maybe even the right place at the right time. Her 'friend' asked her if she could deliver a package to someone. What she didn't know was that the package was filled with drugs. The police were already on their trail but the trial lead to her. Being caught red handed they assumed she was the one they were after. Despite her pleads she was taken in crying to innocence. She tried to explain her situation, but no one believed her.

Defeated, she wept in her chair with cuffed hands. Suddenly, she heard a hissed beside her. That's when she first saw him. The man she would marry one day. Hisashi was there with a friend. Their dad was an officer and they needed some help with a fund raiser form what she remembered. He sneaked out over to her somehow and asked for her situation. She had to be quiet to not gain suspicion. It was short a sweet. Asked for her name. A picture of the friend who gave her the package. Their possible location and some other things. Then as kind of sneakily as he appeared, he disappeared without anyone noticing but her. it was a little funny wating him slither and roll for cover. Bumping his head here and there. Letting out silence screams to make sure not to get caught.

Hours later while she was integrated, young Hisashi burst into the room with her ex friend in hand. They were cuffed up and tied down. Hisashi showed them little remorse as he flung them to them ground. He then explained the situation claiming that the she was set up. He showed them evidence of more drugs that were stashed in her friend's apartment. Pictures of sketchy emails of their clients. Then the most damning a group chat about how he was going to throw her under the bus between them and their compliances. With all that evidence she was set free.

She couldn't tell you just how happy she was. Like the weight of the world was dropped off her shoulders. She couldn't thank Hisashi enough and he cheekily asked for a date. Of course, Inko immediately said yes much to his surprise. The two found themselves friendly dating and then serious dating. The more the spend time together the more they grew attached to the other. Until they eventually married, and the rest was history.

"Your father was so shy. Despite his confidence proving my innocence he kept falling over his words on our first few dates. It was so cute," the love in his mother eyes shined brighter than ever. She truly loved her husband and if his mother's words were to be believed he loved her too. Which brought them to the one question Izuku was dying to know.

"Why did he leave then?"

The shine in Inko's eyes faded immediately. Her smile twisted down to a frown while her shoulder's slouched. "It's complicated. He hadn't even told me the complete story. Too confidential." She fiddled with her fingers wondering what she could tell her son. She only really knew so little. "For what I know he lost a case. He fought so hard for his client only to fail. I never seen him, so heart broken and guilty before. What was even worst was that he was fired from his agency soon after. We both do not know why, but after that he got so frustration. He decided to leave the country. Learn out other courts systems. It was only meant to be temporary until someone offer him a job he couldn't refuse. He wanted to take us with him, but your grandparents were sick, you were still too young, and I wasn't ready to leave my home country, and that's how we got here."

Izuku hummed. He couldn't help but wonder what case his father lost that forced him to not only to get fired but made him leave the country. Judging by his mother's explanation it was most likely a private case. One where both parties agreed it will be kept far away from the public eye. This takes out cases like murder and other criminal cases. It had to be something smaller. A domestic case maybe but that still holds a lot of possible. His eyes wandered to the bag of recoding and public case files. Maybe he could fine more answers there. "Thanks a lot mom. It was interesting hearing more about dad." He excused himself from the table and retreated to his with bags in hand.


Once he was safely in his room, he shuffled in the contents of the bags. There were several CD recordings of his father's past cases. He didn't know what to expect from them or how he'd feel after watching a couple of them. He was still unsure about the man. His indifference changed to something of mild respect. Like you've heard to many good things about a person form people you trust but you've never met them. Still you're inclined to believe they are good anyway just from word of mouth. So, he's expectations were slightly high. Whatever was in these recordings or articles he expects them to be something…something. He doesn't know what to expect. He was never really that interested in law or the police force which really should change given his new path he chose. He knew they were respected in their own way but not as much as heroes. Still he at least hoped that he could get a better understanding of his father. Create his own opinion on the guy.

Izuku popped opened the CD casting and plopped it into his computer. He didn't really bother to see what the case was about. it was just dated and titled with part 1 so it was good enough for him. it loaded and showed a scene of a court room. The judge was high on his pedestal centre stage. On one hand was the opposition. On the other was clearly his father. It looked frame by frame like his picture in Shiketsu. Dark curls, dark eyes and a stern expression. The proceedings went on and the case was introduced. A murder with his father's client being the prime suspect. The evidence against them was damming. The picture looked clear they were guilty. Izuku grew nervous. How on earth could this person be innocent. The evidence pointed to them so clearly. Then his father took the stage.

"Objection!"

Chills ran down the boy's body like lightning. His voice. His voice. It was so commanding. So confident. Like a roaring beast he teared down a supportive key piece of evidence. When the opposition tried to make a defence, but he fought back and torn down their shields. The banter when out like clashes of worded blades. No. Blades were too delicate and suggested there was an actual fight on the other party. It was more like an encounter with a wild beast clawing away at it's opponent. His roars become louder yet never lost their professional tone. Watching him tear through every lie they threw made him realises why he was known as a Dragon. Every once and awhile when things got heated smoke would puff out form his mouth. Paired that with a beast like grin when victory was near, he sure looked like a dragon in human from. He was in all terms of the word incredible.

Tape after tape.

Victory after victory.

At this point Izuku was on autopilot. Once he finished one tape, he was ready to watch another. He ate in all up. Devoured every detail of his father on screen. Soon he spotted the inconsistencies his father spot. Figuring out the cause alongside him as the recordings dragged on. It was fun. Exciting even. His blank uncaring expression soon switched to a grinning smile so wide it hurt. A feeling welded up inside him. A feeling he hadn't felt since he first saw All Might saving a bunch of people. No. This feeling was more than simple admiration. It was seconded handed pride. Watching his father prove his client's innocence with such unwavering belief and confidence was simply amazing. He even watched that one case that caused his name in infamous. His first lost which he happily helped to obtain. He did his normal routine defending his client with what he had but the weights tipped. Easily, he did the other guy's job and destroyed the false evidence his client planted.

Eventually, he ran out of videos to watch. He immediately read through the articles provided to him. Some of them were stories that he just saw unfold before his eyes. Others were completely new. A couple weren't even in the court room. Instead they were cases he solved alongside of the police which lead to him manging the case once in got to court. It was a flawless victory. Each and every one of them a flawless victory in his eyes. There were some rocky moments, but his father still clenched out a win.

The aftermath of each case followed another similar pattern. Each of his clients sung praises about how he won their innocence. There were even times when they thought they were guilty, but his father burned their doubts away. Even before the trial stared, he believed them without a shadow of a doubt. Reassuring that he would prove innocence no matter what. Ture to his word he did, and they couldn't thank him enough. One important word kept popping up: 'hero'. To them his father was a hero. He saved their lives form being convicted with a crime they never committed. In his own way his father was a hero.

Drop stains suddenly spoiled the paper. In shock Izuku, he rubbed his eyes noticing they were damp. An overwhelmed form of emotion busted through his eyes. 'Hero' his dad was a 'hero'. "I want to be like that," he whispered to himself. "I want…I want…" His sensei's word rang clear in his mind.

'become a hero your own way.'

Those word never rang so true. His father achieved that before he even thought to be a possibility. He was a hero but not at the same time. Now Izuku wanted to do the same. He wanted it. He wanted it. Any lingering doubts before were blown away by his father's roar. His charisma was awe inspiring. He has a new example to look up to. An attainable goal. He will be recognised as a hero and he doesn't need to be a pro to do it. "A detective... I can save people as a detective. I can be useful" He's never be surer. "I can still be a hero."

Although, he had to wander now. If his father stayed. If he grew up with this hero like role model by his side. How different would his life be? Would he had been so obsessed with All Might like he was now? Or at least use to. Would he want to be a lawyer and follow his father's footsteps? It was likely. The feelings he got as he watched those videos tingled every fibre of his being. His father was an amazing man. A slight pin of guilt tipped his heart. Why did it take him so long to realise that?

That left one final question: Why did he leave? The man had a promising future. Many people supported him. He could probably get any job at any agency with his track record. So why?

Out of all the files he was given one stood out. It wasn't like the others. It was a brown sealed envelope. It was purposely unbent. Whatever was inside it's something important and should be handled with care. The boy couldn't guess what was inside. A part of him thought it might be best not to open it. As if it was put on there by accident. Then there was this silent voice completing him to open the envelope, so he did. Carefully, without ripped the paper seal. It popped open with little resistant. Inside was a buddle of papers. When he slid them out, and he was shocked. These papers were official documents. How did they got mixed up with a bunch of articles about his dad was a mystery. That was until you consider who gave him those papers to begin with.

"Arata sensei," yet again the man has gone far and beyond for the boy. At this point he's questioning his motive heavily. No ordinary man would go this far for a child they only known for a little while. Sure, it's been a year, but this was still strange. He scanned through the first page. Form what he could tell this case was private. A contract agreement was made to ensure no information about this case was to be release to the public. It made him think even more that he shouldn't be reading this. That was until he saw the names of those involved.

Hisashi Midoriya one of the lawyers

Rei Todoroki his client

And the person they were against was…

"Enji Todoroki."

Izuku couldn't believe what he was reading. Enji Todoroki. The hero Endeavour. The number 2 hero of all of japan. Accused of domestic abuse towards his family. In particularly towards his wife and youngest child. The facts were clear. The youngest Todoroki suffered a burn mark over his right eye. It was later revealed that the burn was caused by his wife. The claim was the metal and physical abuse she retained by her husband caused her to snap. Serval family members and even their maid supported the claim. Rei was hurting and at any moment she could do something far worst. Physical evidence as presented as well. Form clear bruises on both the wife and the child. Neighbour and passer byers claimed to have heard screaming from their household. Lastly, there was the recording of the phone call she took before she burned her child. It was all too much to take in. A hero. The number 2 hero. Did this to his family. However, …

Despite all the evidence against him the judge verdict was innocent. Endeavour was changed with nothing.

Izuku felt sick, "What nothing! With all that evidence stacked against him. He got scot-free. No…that's not right. He should have gotten arrested or fine at least or a divorce. Something."

Reading on it was decided that Rei didn't have the mental state to say with her family. Even if she wanted a divorce to try and take her children with her was out of the question. The claims Endeavour mental crippled his wife were thrown aside. Apparently, there was not enough evidence to satisfy the judge. The testimonies his father gathered were to flimsy despite their high credibility. Even the phone recording was thrown aside. The bruises on Rei's body throne aside. Apparently, they weren't severe enough to be called abuse. Not compared to the injuries sustained by their youngest. Anything done by the father where brushed off as rough training. The scar on his eye however was a charge the judge was willing to condemn. Rei Todoroki was going to be filed for abuse.

In his final stand his father used her metal state to lower her punishment. Rei was separated from her family to seek mental health. The fees would be covered by Endeavour himself. How kind. In addition, Rei was not allowed to see any of her children for at least 3 years. Nor was he allowed any connect with them. Just to get her metal state up. Also, the events of this trial would remain private. Not a word gets leaked to the public. If they do the accused party will be heavily fined. That was the end.

Bitterness built up at the back of the boy's throat. "That's not right. The evidence against him was too damning. My father should have won this case. It's like the judge was playing favourites." A sick thought came to mind. Did the judge purposely turned a blind eye over the hero's actions. The more he read through the documents the more the picture become clear. The case was rigged. The judge was most likely paid off. By whom? The only person that can benefit from this victory. Endeavour himself. He had the money and the influence to pull it off. Not only that but if his father did secure a win his reputation would be ruined. He would have lost his hero ranking. Maybe even his license. The man had everything to gain as well as lose on this case. If he could do it why not?

It got even worst when he remembered his father was soon fired from his agency after this case. Was that Endeavour's doing as well? Maybe…something still did not feel right. This whole case felt off. Although one thing was clear. This was the case that forced his father to leave. In his rage and shame, he left Japan. His family. Poor Rei. Although she was free from her husband, she couldn't be with her children anymore and was painted as a crazy. Then again that might have been for the best after she burned her own son. One thing was for sure she needed help. The Todoroki children no longer had a mother. Meanwhile Enji Todoroki got off scot-free. It was sickening.

Enraged, Izuku stuffed the documents back to their envelope confinements. He carelessly tossed them to the side and buried himself in his bed. So many emotions were serving those is mind: anger, disgust, sadness, second handed shame. He felt sorry for the Todoroki family but there was nothing he could do. He was just a kid and really, he shouldn't have seen those files. Endeavour made sure that this case remained private for obvious reasons. Still he had to wonder was he really a type of man who would do something so underhanded to protect himself. Why he abused his family to being with. Was it just rough training? If so, why was Rei pushed so far, she hurt her own child. There were still pieces missing he was sure. Somethings just did not fit as perfectly as he hoped. But one thing stood, he lost respect for another hero.

Sighing, he picked up his phone. It luminated his face showing is was far pass midnight. His dad should be awake by now, right? After learning so much about his dad he got the courage to dial his number. So many years of radio silence between them. For whatever reason neither of them had ever tried to connect the other. If he was being honest with himself his mother was the only parent, he ever knew. He loved her and was thankful for being there for him. His father was nothing more than a man in a picture until now. He has seen this man move and speak with such confidence. An unbending mountain of justice. Never losing a case unless deserved. He shook the legal system when he was still in japan. Who knows what he was doing in America. Admiration and pride. Two things he never though he would feel towards this stranger. He left because of shame and spite or so the story goes. His lost on the Endeavour's case hit him hard. So many questions. So many he wanted to ask. But first he had to say thank you. He was one of the reasons he got accepted. A simple starting thanks was the least he could do.

Thumb hovering over the call he pressed it. It rang. And rang. And rang. His heart pounded with each tone until:

"This is Hisashi phone. I'm probably drowning in work again so please leave a message…beep"

He tried again.

"This is Hisashi phone. I'm probably drowning in work again so please leave a message…beep"

And again

"This is Hisashi phone. I'm probably drowning in work again so please leave a message…beep"

And again

"This is Hisashi phone. I'm probably drowning in work again so please leave a message…beep"

And again…so many times.

"This is Hisashi phone. I'm probably drown..."

This time he hung up. Spirts low he blankly stared at his phone. Over 20 attempts. Not a single sign of answering. A painted smirked quirked on his lips. What did he expect? After years of radio silence. He shouldn't have been surprised. Really. Defeated, he placed his phone on his nightstand and curled under his covers. Tears stared to swell up in his eyes, but he stopped them. "Don't cry. There's no point in crying. You should have known this would happen anyway. You'd probably annoy him anyway."

"Now don't say that, my boy."

Immediately, Izuku shot up from his covers. He turned his head to his widow. There sitting casually on the ledge was Arata smiley while his small cape fluttering in the wind. "Sensei! What are you doing here? And how did you open my widow? I thought I locked that."

"You really shouldn't ask a question that you already know the answer for." To make his point he levitated one of the boy's many All Might figures to his hand. He stared at it indifferently as he twirled it around mid-air. That permanent smile was insufferable to look at. "I honestly can't understand what you see in this man. I won't denial he's strong but he's an idiot," he spat before returning the figure back into place. "So, what's gotten you so glum? I thought giving you those documents would help give you some prospective. On your father that is."

"So, it was you." Izuku glanced at the papers on his bedside. Those documents couldn't have been easy to get. They were of a very private case.

"I wouldn't worry so much about it. Not like they were original copies," Arata cutting off the boy from asking any questions. Besides, he asked first. "Again, why so glum, my boy?" The child hung his head. Eyes drifted off to his phone still silence. Arata caught on soon after and nodded. "How unfortunate." He then turned to the open widow. The breeze combed through his golden locks. He smiled at the moon and its millions of start partners. It was beautifully clear. "Say, have you ever wanted to fly?"

A random question to be sure, but the more he thought about it sure. Flying would be fun. Not that he had the quirk to do so. Unless he had a version of his mother's quirk. What if he tried to attract a lager object? Would he be pulled to the object? Play it just right and he would look like he was flying. His mind flew off on that tangent as the silence was filled with his mutters. Possibilities and rejection of ideas. They seem so endless.

The boy's wild imagination put a smile on the man's lips. "Since you're so curious how's about we go for a nightly flight." Confusion soon turned into poor panic as the child started to float in the air. Body encased by his sensei's quirk. The man couldn't help but chuckle at the surprised look on the child's face. It was adorable watching it change form panic to amazed to panic again as his body twirled himself backwards. "Let's be off now shall we."

And with that they flew out the window. The nightly chill passed them but was soon forgotten. The boy was far to fixated at the sight below them. Some way, somehow, they flew high enough to see the bustling city. People looked like ants marching along the sidewalk as cars drove down the street. It was surreal. A perfect birds eye view. He stopped dreaming of ever seeing a view like this for so long. Then again, he did see a view similar to this once before. Only during that day, he couldn't savour the experience since he had to hold on to All…

His thoughts were immediately interrupted as his body was forced to fly higher. The sudden jolt made him scream.

"Sorry about that my boy. Had to steer off a bird in the way."

Frantically, Izuku looked around. The sky was clear and there didn't seem to be anything up here but them. "Bird? I don't see one anywhere…"

"Oh, look there's Takoba beach!"

Izuku looked down and it was indeed that beach. So many memories were made here. Both great and painful. Although the great ones far outweighed the pain. A smile just plastered on his lips as his mind reminisced. Now that all the junk was gone it was once again a sight of beauty. It looked so different in the moon light. Like a whole other world, they could explore.

"Not a half bad idea." Soon, Arata swooped down with his student trailing behind him. They landed softly on the sandy shores with the waved kissing at their feet. Stretching his arms out, Arata plotted himself down. His eyes gazed at the full moon on the horizon. "Such a beautiful night. Don't you think? You can see all the stars."

Hesitantly, Izuku curled next to the mand ensuring a mild distance between them. he stared at the waves that just met his feet. They looked almost magical with the way the moon's light reflected off them. Beautiful yes but he would let that distract him. "Why did you do this? What's the point in bring me here?"

His response was a shrugged. "I just thought this night was too beautiful to waste and wanted to go for a fly. I didn't want to be lonely, so I took you with me."

"Why me? Why just me?" it was becoming quite a bothersome question for the both of them. Izuku curled himself tighter in a ball dragging his feet away from the waves. "Did you just take pity on me or something. There just must be a better reason than the ones you gave me. I'm nothing special."

"Of course, you are little one. You did fall into a minority after all,"

Izuku let a small chuckle escape him. Well the man wasn't wrong there.

The sound delighted the hero. It is not the first time the child asked him such a question. But why he refused to accept his answers is unclear and pointless. "Izuku. You can believe what you want but I want you to understand I felt more than pity that day. I felt rage. Sandiness. Confusion and so much more." His gloved hand has stroked the boy's curls as he has him an affectionate yet sad look. "A child like you should not be thrown away without a chance. I wanted to give you that chance if no one else will bother. It would be criminal."

"I see," The child leaned on to his sensei shoulder smiling peaceful. A few tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He still didn't believe him 100%. "Thank you, for everything."

There was an eerier pause between them as they stared into the moon lit ocean. The stars sparkled in their distorted refection as the ever-moving waves crashed on to shore. It was peaceful. Near silence. Rarely anyone came here both night and day. It did used to be a junk yard. The perfect place to for a private conversation. No interruption. No eavesdroppers. Just the two of them. The man reached into his shirt. From what the boy noticed he was rubbing something. It looked like a pended worn and old. His blue eyes wondered deep in thought. "Izuku, I have a theoretical question for you."

There was a sudden drop in his sensei usual tone of voice. Izuku's back shot up in surprise. That didn't even sound like his sensei. It was a completely different voice. Almost like it was a completely different person. He looked at the man next to him. Piercing blue eyes stared back at his shocked green ones. This man was unmistakeably his sensei. The look of his eyes was his for sure. Still something was different.

He said something unexpected: "If I was to tell you, you could get a quirk right here right now. Would you take it?"

It was a simple question. One he did not expect to hear form his sensei given everything that was transpired between them. It was interesting yet odd. For a moment, the boy was stunned but soon tried to comprehend his given question. Although he found his answer quicker than he thought he would. "If you asked me that a year ago, I would have said yes. No question asked. I wouldn't even complain on what quirk I'd get. It would have been one step closer to my original dream. But now…" Grinning from ear to ear, the boy stood up and step in fort of his seated sensei. His wide eyes glisten with such glee and confidence. "I see I can actually do something without one. Be someone without one. Help people by just being my quirkless self. I would not have even known that if it wasn't for me meeting you. I've learned so much and I'm forever grateful for everything." He bowed deeply showing his undying respect. If he had not met this man before him who knows what he would be doing right now. Or if he never tried to give him a chance. He had been denied too much for so long. Now he finally has something to work towards with full confidence. "I know it's not what I original wanted but I know I can be a hero in everything but name without a quirk. I want to see it through to the end. I want to prove to everyone I'm more than a useless Deku."

Arata smiled. He rose from his seating position and knelt in front the passionate boy. He placed a hand over his chest and clenched his chest. It looked like he was holding something under his shirt. "I see. So that is your choice." The he embraced the boy. His hold on him tightened and Izuku was more than happy to reciprocate. It made Arata heart sing with joy. "If this is what you want, I will support you till the end. I will do everything in my power to ensure your future is a bright one."

Ring! Ring!

The sudden chime made the two of them jump. "Sensei, I think your phone is ringing."

"Oh, that's not my phone," Arata said with a cocky expression. Floating out of his pocket was something the boy was very familiar with. His own phone. When did the hero pocketed it? One glace of the screen formed a smirk on his mouth. Then he presented it to the young boy. "It's for you my boy."

Surprised, Izuku looked at the ringing screen and his surprise grew 10-fold. "It's my dad!"

Knowingly, Arata nodded and floated the phone closer to the boy shaking it from side to side. "Then go ahead and answer it," he demanded far too excitedly.

Hesitation. The boy really did not want to. His so-called dad ignored him for years. Maybe he should give him a taste of his own medicine.

Disappointedly, Arata disagreed. "A sound argument but there's no point in running around in circles like this. Someone must make the first move. Why not you, my boy? You have the chance to break the cycle. Go for it." The phone floated even closer to Izuku's face it was practically touching his nose. Yet he still hesitated. As much as his sensei had a point there was this small spiteful voice telling him let the man across the sea burn. Ringing stopped and revived once more. Seems like the person on the other side was determined. So was Arata. Not wanting this chance to slip, he forcefully grabbed the boy's hand with his quirk and made his finger poke the answer button.

"SESENI!"

"You'll thank me for this," he whispered with a chuckled before bringing the phone up to the boy's ear.

Grumpily, Izuku pouted before giving out a weak: "Hello." They both soon regretted having the phone so close to his ear.

"I'M SO SORRY!"

The voice from the other end was so long that they did not even need to switch to speaker mode. Both Izuku and Arata jumped. Arata's quirk even faltered for a moment as the phone lost the blue glow holding it up. The phone fell a few inches before Izuku caught it mid drop. It was not the end of the voice. Far from it.

"I know I'm horrible. I should have called sooner. So much sooner. I didn't even realise you'd be going into High school this soon. Shiketsu too. A really good school by the way. Much a proved. I'm so proud. You did that case splendidly. Oh, I was once a student there myself. So, I know it's good enough for you. Then this rado called me asking me to support for a scholarship and I was like sure. Definitely. All the way. I would have paid the full intuition fee if I had to. I should have called then. WHY DIDN'T I CALL THEN!"

The voice continued to ramble about how he was a failure of a father for not calling sooner. For forgetting his son is not a toddler anymore. As well as failing to answer of one the out of the calls he received form his son. He didn't notice until much later. Then he cried in a corner for a substantial amount of time. Then his co-workers founded him in the dark corner sobbing, and he cried his woes to them. They eventually forced him to call back and swiped away the beer bottle he was hugging while crying to them. Really, he could have stopped there but he then ranted on about the recent case he was involved in. How it distracted him from calling his dear son was annoying.

"And ohhhhh. Do not get me started with those circus folks. Having that flamboyant magician as a client was a real pain. So were the rest of his troupe. I had to interview and fight with a puppet! A flipping puppet! And what kind of puppet wants to marry a 16-year-old girl. I have met and seen some wierdos in my life. But that puppet guy really takes the cake. It wasn't even a quirk. The guy lets his puppet control him. Shouldn't it be the other way around!"

Finally, there was a pause as well as hefty breathing on the other side. It seemed like a good enough time to say something. "Hi…dad," Izuku replied awkwardly

"Hello…Izuku." Hisashi responded back with the exact same amount of awkwardness.

"I see you've been busy."

"Too busy as your mother and others always say. Sorry about that."

Anther awkward pause of silence.

"Hummm…thank you for your help with my scholarship." Really the only think that came to the boy's mind.

"Oh no trouble at all kiddo. Shiketsu is a great school and they're lucky to have you."

"Yeah…"

More awkward pause.

"I honesty have no idea what to say."

There was a chuckle on the other end. "Honestly same here."

Izuku chuckled along with him. This was the first time he heard his father in years. His voice was almost the same as those recordings, but his tone was so conflicting form the confident man in the court. So sure, with every rebuttal he made. This man he heard now was much more jittery and awkward. For all this time he thought he got those traits form his mother. Seemed like that wasn't that case. Still the boy cracked a smile happy enough to hear his father's voice in the first time in years. "Well tell me more about that cause or any other causes you've done recently. That is if you can. If it's confidential I understand."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bore you. I am just a lawyer. No fancy cape here…you are still into superheroes, right? You haven't grown out of that stage otherwise I have missed so much, and I regret more than I already do."

"I still like heroes dad." He admitted. He couldn't help it. He'd admired heroes for years and that type of admiration cannot die. They are amazing individuals, but they aren't the only amazing individuals. "I realised there are more types of heroes out there besides the ones that wear capes. I'm pretty stupid for not realising it sooner." He then thought about the videos he had seen of his father as well as the news clips of the aftermath of his cases. The confidence he executed was amazing and the people he helped were so grateful. Many of his clients were perceived to be guilty right off the bat, but he believed in them till the very end. A true hero in their eyes. "I've wanted some of your court case dad and I didn't find them boring. You were really cool in them and I would like to hear more." He said with a bright smile.

There was a loud indescribable noise from the other end of the line.

Both Izuku and Arata glanced at each other in concern as some cure's whispers beeped from the speakers. "Dad is everything ok over there?"

"Yeah everything's fine," the high pitched of his tone was obviously a lie. Then there was a banging noise as was as a frantic rustle of papers. "It's just something come up and I really should sort it out. I'll tell you more about my cases some other time promise."

Then there was a new voice. "Hey Hisashi, is everything ok in here? It smells like something… OH MY GOD SOMETHING IS BURNING!"

As if on que there was the loud unmistakeable ring of a fire alarm screeched through the speakers.

"Hisashi what the hell did you do this time."

"I go real emotional ok!"

"Put down the phone and save the documents!"

"What do you think I'm doing. Also grab that fire extinguisher."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Click.

Arata forced the boy's phone down with a smile that said everything is going to be alright. There was absolutely nothing to worry about…hopefully. "Let's get you home ok."


AN: ah… why do I keep choosing to go through these tangents. Either way another one done. Any ace attorney fans out there if you got that case reference good on you. I think this might be my last tangent as we will all finally get into Shiketsu. The end is near. Maybe. I don't know any more. I keep extending this when I know I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

Anyway, if anyone was wondering how Izuku knew about Shoto's issues this was how. Also, Hisashi was fun to write even if it was only a bit. Obviously, this isn't cannon Hisashi. We still have no idea when he's going to show up by the time this has been written. It's unfortunate I will most likely never write his storyline where he comes back to japan and accepts a case his own son set up. Also seeing Endeavour after all these years. You can bet he is salty as hell. Him crashing into Endeavour's redemption arc it was going to be a wild ride. He will make little appearances here and there for the rest of this flashback arc and then we will return to the future and wrap up everything in very lose bow with questions and answers. Yes.

Qwho – well I have created my character to be a fourth wall breaker much to people's annoyances or un care. I was down one student and friend mine suggested to add myself. How could I not be the annoying forth wall breaker? It seemed like the natural idea at time. I regret nothing.

acosta perez jose Ramiro – ah yes Izuku has finally release he can be a hero in a different way. I know people make the batman argument, but I am heavily against that. To me it just makes no sense for his character. If he stayed quirkless he should have joined the police force, or my personal favourite become a detective. This chapter also dose that but more so cements it now he has a new idol to work towards. Also, I just really wanted to write my version Hisashi in this AU.

LionComet – huh…really? How on earth to you make it through the mess that was the first half of this. How did anyone. It was so chaotic I know. It was never met to be that long, but I just really wanted to show off these kids. A little bit of their stories personalises and how the fight. Mainly because I knew a lot of them will be fading to the background unless I need them for a role. I probably could have done a clear and better job. Maybe halving the chapters to more manageable pieces. Or do all that stuff in this section but oh well. I worked too hard and long to rewrite it completely. Maybe a few changes and error corrections for sure but not a complete write.

Ndjjdjsujsj – ok now this one for sure is someone who has dropped this which I don't blame them. I know the first half of this is a mess but it's my mess. I quite like my mess. I would say more but they're never going to see this so no point.

Alostdonkey – yes, he was. For this AU at least. Again, this isn't cannon Hisashi. Cannon Hisashi has yet to be involved in the cannon story. So, I can make him whatever I want for the purposes of this AU. I like my version he's fun.