Title: Of the Evils, the Best

Universe / Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary: Midoriya Izuku, orphaned from a very early age, has spent the first 12 years of her life in orphanages and foster homes. He is a nice and talkative boy, although he only shows a false smile to everyone since he finds it difficult to open up to others. The story begins when he is arrested again and then reassigned to a new temporary home. In the custody of Enji Todoroki (Endeavor), a well-known mixed-arts fighter and owner of his own private security company, there is also a 12-year-old Hatsume and a 15-year-old Mirio Togata (both are his respective rebel versions. Hatsume shuns virtually all human contact and Mirio has minor kleptomaniac and exhibitionist tendencies).

Couple(s): Surprise muajajajaja

Classification / Genres: Family / Adventure / Humor

Warnings: Yaoi and/or Slash (and anything else that comes to mind in the course of my Machiavellian mind, so you've been warned). Possible scenes with a high degree of violence, sexual content and adult vocabulary. If any part of this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, you'd better leave now, otherwise you're free to read at your own risk. (Although, let's be honest, no one listens to this muahahahaha)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They are the property of their respective manga creator. I only give myself credit for the creation of this story, which is entirely my own. I do not do this for profit, plagiarism or defamation. It's just a recreational way in which I want everyone to have a good time reading n_n

Author's Notes:

EY! It's been a while since I last uploaded a new fic. Only this time it's a small new initiative. I originally publish my stories and fic's in Spanish, but I thought it would be interesting to see how the receptivity would be in other languages. So please support me with your precious Reviews! A review is part of the balanced diet of every good writer n_n

Well, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I hope to be able to count on your support throughout this initiative that occurred to me.

So, ladies, gentlemen, ladies, ladies and other reading lovers, if this is the first time you read something of mine, get ready for a whole emotional roller coaster that you won't get off of in a while... And for those of you who already know me and have experience with my stories... Well, I'll just say: hold on to that chair as if your lives depended on it *insert evil laughter, lightning and background music* n_n!

Preface

How I hated that place.

-The woman at the reception desk ignored him, as usual, but seriously, how hard could it be to change a light bulb so that it would stop flickering?

Izuku looked at the clock on the wall and then at the empty hallway, which made her smile. He hated the hustle and bustle and people in general; the clock struck almost twelve, which explains the witch's bad mood after the reception; he had ruined his precious evening of being home eating ice cream and watching novels. But before continuing to rejoice, at least to have annoyed someone, I hear footsteps in the corridor. I do not even raise my eyes; I just rest my arms on his legs and bend my head:

-Carjacking, destruction of private property and public property.

-Hello Aizawa...-The social service agent assigned to your case. A serious guy who always wore the same official shade, despite his disheveled look with long hair and a fence of days. And despite being a little cold and constantly wearing dark gays, he was a good guy.

-What was it this time, kid?" he asked neutrally, closing the folder in his hands with the police report he had received moments before from an officer.

-Ah, the usual garbage Izuku stretched backwards, extending his arms as long as they were.

-And the car?

-That wasn't me! The kid got up in a rage. Those idiots threw me in and stuck the accelerator!

-I hated that Aizawa was so cold, it took away his will to fight.

For the next ten minutes he had to sit while his social worker took care of the paperwork. The woman was no nicer to him than she was to Izuku, but at least her bad mood made him finish the job faster. When they left the station the night sky was threatening a storm and the pre-teen smiled. He liked the rain.

-Then..." he said, spreading the sound of the "Ton" as he held both hands to the back of his head, "I guess I'll be moved again-as I always have, whenever I'm in trouble with the law.

-Almost two months," Aizawa said, alluding to the time Midoriya had spent with that host family. The minor, on the other hand, assumed that he would be sent to the nearest hostel while they arranged where they would send me this time. His agent, however, had something different to say.

-Yes, of course," Izuku replied without much emotion. Although the truth was starving.

Aizawa took him to a twenty-four hour coffee shop, the kind that looks like a train carriage. There were only a couple of guys, Midoriya assumed that they were garbage collectors so they stank, and the waitress who served them coffee just sat down and took their order. A bowl of pork stew for him and a slice of apple pie for the social worker. The following happened

-It's the third time this year and you're almost fifteen. He hated being reminded that he was just a goddamn orphan, with a better record than all the kids in an orphanage combined-no temporary family wants a troubled teenager-at least he thanked Aizawa for treating him harshly, hated it when he was spoken to as a child, with pity.

-I know, but as soon as I turn eighteen, they can get rid of me-just three years and a few months more, and he could be gone.

-And Aizawa put his finger right on the wound of his plan. Izuku hated it when I read him like that. Damn dark glasses.

-I don't know- -It was his sharp answer. It was lucky that at that moment the waitress arrived with her order. So she decided to ignore her idiot social worker and attack his bowl of pork.

-I imagined something like that, so I got this... Aizawa dragged an envelope on the table with him; a little different from the folders he used to carry. This one was manila, with a small metal latch holding the tab. Izuku couldn't help but look at it with some suspicion as he chewed. He then turned his eyes to Aizawa, looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic half smile-I had to call in several favors to get this.

-Really? If I ruin it, it will be for nothing. He threatened sardonically with a half smile as he put his empty plate aside and took the envelope. But big was his surprise when the agent took off his eternal glasses and looked at him with those irritated eyes from so much underpaid work.

-I'd like to see you try," he said, smiling broadly. Izuku had never seen that expression before, but she had to admit that it scared her a little. But now he was intrigued, where would they send him this time? To military school? To a Catholic seminary? To a traditional Baptist family of six generations of military high command? No, that would hardly be a challenge. He just opened the envelope and took out the format sheet with the data and photograph of his next host family-I'll send it with him tomorrow.

There was only one thing I could say about it:

-You've got to be kidding me.