"Here we are, the safe house Master Midoriya prepared."

As Inko stepped out of the portal, she immediately noticed the air felt warmer, with a bit more humidity. Looking around, she noticed they were in the front yard of a home with a long driveway.

"Where are we exactly Kurogiri?"

"A place your husband thought large things could disappear easily, and as far as from Japan as we could get while still keeping you somewhere relatively peaceful. We are in the United States, far from those who would attempt to find and harm you, or the young masters. I believe this is the state of Texas."


As Inko cleaned the pans from breakfast, she thought about the last week and the dramatic shift in living conditions she and her son had gone through.

She certainly had to admit the house was unique. The front door was the first thing one noticed, with it being fourteen feet tall, and having a smaller door located in the middle standing at seven feet in height.

That particular design motif carried on throughout the rest of the house, with more small doors inside larger ones. Even the bathroom was designed with a tub that could hold a normal sized person, or someone the size of Maki.

It was honestly terrifying how much Hisashi planned for. With extra rooms, counter space, and general storage she felt absolutely tiny in the fifteen foot tall rooms. With three bedrooms already made, it was a simple process of buying beds to convert two of the storage rooms into more bedrooms. Izuku was staying with her, Tomura was with Kurogiri, and Maki took the third.

Thinking of her new house mates, Inko wasn't sure what to think of those her husband kept in his company.

Kurogiri seemed to carry a calm, stoic air that seemed detached. Little Tomura however, she worried for. What little she was able to glean was that Hisashi had recently found him after an accident with his quirk and took him under his wing to protect the boy. Losing Hisashi just after getting a semblance of stable life seemed to put him right back to square one.

Maki however, seemed to be fairly polite and took his job seriously, with the giant making sure to fully check the house before letting them enter. She still remembered the sound of his spine popping when he walked through the front door and stood to his full height. She didn't realize how much he hunched until that moment.

Her introspection was interrupted as she noticed Tomura peeking at her from around the corner of a hallway. Giving him her calmest smile, she gestured towards the table she had just finished setting up. As he made his way towards the chair and climbed into it, he stared at what she had set out for breakfast with visible confusion on his face. Drying her hands, she walked towards the table and gave the child an arm's length of distance between them.

"I had Kurogiri get me an American recipe book. These are waffles and pancakes; the waffles are a bit crispier, and the pancakes are soft and fluffy. Do you want the waffles?"

Tomura shook his head.

"What about the pancakes?"

As Tomura silently nodded, she gently placed a pancake on his plate before grabbing the syrup.

"Do you want some syrup? It's sweet."

As Tomura nodded again, she poured some syrup on his plate.

"I'm going to go wake up Izuku. I'll be back in just a minute."

Heading towards their room, Inko couldn't help but worry about Tomura. In the days since their move, he hadn't said a word to anyone. Inko wasn't going to press him, but she was certain Kurogiri was starting to worry in his own way.

As she cracked open the door, she saw Izuku still asleep in bed wearing his old All Might pajamas. He'd outgrown them a few months ago but it was a fight she hadn't been willing to have with him at the moment. She'd just about gotten him ready to give them away when he'd found out the news about his quirk and the move. They'd been all he wanted to sleep in for the last few days.

"Izuku, sweetie, it's time to wake up. Breakfast is ready."

She wished she had her camera on her as Izuku sat up and rubbed his eyes while the ears of his hood flopped in front of him. Her son was just too adorable for his own good.

"What's for break-?"

Izuku's question was cut off though as a resounding 'CRASH' sounded from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering. Running into the kitchen, Inko turned the corner to see Tomura sitting on the floor surrounded by broken glass, with the door to the cabinet holding the cups wide open.

"Tomura, are you ok?!"

As she crossed the distance, she heard the thundering footsteps of Maki heading towards the kitchen. While she checked him over for injuries, she heard Maki in the doorway stopping Izuku from following her.

"Careful young lord, you aren't wearing shoes, that glass will hurt you."

As Inko was finishing her inspection, Tomura let out the faintest of whispers as tears dripped down his cheeks.

"I was thirsty… I'm sorry..."

Wrapping him in a hug, she kept her face as calm as she could.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok. I'm not mad, I was worried you had gotten hurt. Glasses can be replaced!"

Now consoling the shaken child, Inko picked him up with some effort and carried him back to the table before setting him down in his seat and kneeling in front of him.

"Accidents happen! Now lets see about getting you something to drink. Do you want juice or water?"

Inko was able to make out "juice" between his sniffles as she grabbed a glass from the back corner of the cabinet, noticing that the front of the shelf had crumbled away. Kurogiri had informed her about Tomura's quirk recently, but it was the first time she'd seen it used on anything.

Handing Tomura his juice, she gave the young boy a pat on his head before noticing Maki holding up Izuku in one of his massive palms.

"Izuku, how about you help Mr. Maki find a broom and dustpan?"

Maki seemed to catch her hint as he turned and carried Izuku away from the kitchen.

"Come, young lord! We shall hunt for the broom and dustpan!"

"Yeah!"

Once they were out of earshot, she tilted Tomura's head to look her in the eye.

"Tomura, it's fine. Quirk accidents happen. I broke more than my fair share of cups when I was still figuring out my own quirk."

Petting his hair, she began to hum a lullaby she used to sing for Izuku when he was a baby to further comfort the boy. Eventually, she heard tiny, rapid footfalls coming down the hall.

"I am here!"

Pointing the dust pan in the air like a sword, Izuku struck the most heroic pose he could, getting a giggle from Inko at her son's early morning energy. Not long after Maki rounded the corner, his massive hand was holding the broom she asked for.

Tomura had also stopped sniffling and was now slowly sipping on his juice. Rustling his hair, she gave him a grin before standing up to grab the cleaning items.

"My little hero. Now let Mr. Maki set you in your chair while I clean this up."

Pouting, Izuku crossed his arms and puffed out his chest.

"I can do it! I'm a big kid!"

Easily picking up the four year old, Maki chuckled.

"Sure you are, young lord. But the glass is still everywhere and we can't have you cutting your feet on any of it."

This logic did not seem to phase the child in the slightest. Especially since Maki himself was still barefoot, his skin hard enough to stop any glass from piercing it. That issue was quickly forgotten however, when he saw the pancakes and waffles laid out on the table.

"OOOOH, what are these?!"

Putting a pancake and waffle onto Izuku's plate, Maki chuckled. "These are pancakes and waffles young lord. An American food."

After slathering both in syrup for the boy, Maki left to try and find another broom to help Inko.

Tomura watched them both as he sipped on his juice, making a concentrated effort to keep his pinky finger off the cup before getting lost in his own mind. His internal storm of thoughts were then interrupted by a small hand poking his side.

"Pssst. Can you help me?" Izuku's voice was lowered to a childish whisper. In other words, fully audible, forcing Inko to pretend she wasn't able to hear him as she swept the glass into a neat pile.

Nodding in response, Tomura waited for him to continue.

"Mom said you have a quirk that made things disappear." The emerald-haired boy stated in a blunt manner only a child could before pointing at his waffle. "Could you use it on this? I don't like that it's crunchy…"

Covering her laugh with a cough, Inko waited to see how Tomura would react.

After a moment of consideration, Tomura reached out and touched the waffle with all five fingers, watching it closely as both the waffle and the syrup covering it disintegrated into gray dust before settling under a layer of syrup on the plate, leaving the plate spotless of food.

"Wooooooah."

Inko returned to sweeping, pretending to not notice the children's actions.

" Izuku, you little angel."


Maki chuckled as Izuku and Tomura ran circles around him. Even while using him as a makeshift jungle gym, he couldn't help but marvel at the confidence the pinky-covering gloves had given Tomura when it came to interacting with the world around him.

As Izuku fell from climbing his back, he caught the four year old (and a half the young lord would insist) child with ease in a single large hand. Even though Tomura was six, he was so small for his age that Maki was able to catch him with just as much ease.

"Careful Izuku, we don't want you getting hurt."

Izuku's childish giggles made it hard for him to speak, but he eventually managed to squeak out a "Sorry, Uncle Maki!" before running after Tomura, who had slid down from his perch on Maki's shoulders.

"It is amazing how much more open the short time he's been under Inko's care has made him."

The echoing voice of Kurogiri had caught the giant off guard, but he suppressed his reaction with an iron will. He knew the purple bastard loved to scare the shit out of people on purpose, so he shrugged in response to Kurogiri's statement instead of giving the dark miasma of a man the satisfaction of seeing him jump up in surprise.

"You know what they say; nothing beats a mother's love. Though from what she's told me, I think Izuku had a hand in it too. How's the job hunt going for you, by the way?"

Kurogiri let out a hearty chuckle at the question.

"Amazon was more than happy to hire me at two and half times its normal wages for a delivery man. Depending on how things go, they have joked about adding a two-hour guaranteed delivery service provided by me personally for any order. Premium pay, of course."

Maki had to take a moment to catch his breath from the deep laughing fit Kurogiri's words had sent him into.

"Bwahahahahaha! Who would have thought it?! The great warper Kurogiri, with the words 'Delivery Man' on his resume!"

Kurogiri's yellow eyes narrowed at Maki's unwarranted amusement before opening a portal and letting a shower of salt water rain down upon the giant, sending him into a spluttering fit.

"Ok! Ok! I get it! Did you have to use ocean water, though!? It's such a damn pain to wash it all out!"

Gazing off to where the two children were now pointing and laughing at Maki's soaked form, Kurogiri didn't speak a word to Maki. All the gargantuan bodyguard needed to know was that his shadowy associate was mocking him through the smug aura emanating off of him.

"I don' wanna go to school!"

As Inko drove the car Kurogiri had managed to get for the family, she glanced in the rear view mirror to see Tomura angrily pouting in his booster seat as Izuku slept in his car seat.

"Now Tomura, you're a big kid, and big kids go to school! They'll also help you learn English so you can read the signs and other things when we go out! Besides, Izuku will be with you."

It had been a tough choice. Now that Izuku was five, he needed to start going to school. Tomura had been recovering for the past year so they hadn't forced him to start school around that time. Instead, he was going to be taking the same classes as Izuku until he had enough of a grasp on English to move on to more advanced topics.

After a fifteen minute drive to the boys' new elementary school, she picked up Izuku with one arm while Tomura walked over to hold her other hand.

"Huuuuuuh? Where are we?"

Izuku's groggy question had Inko bracing for the inevitable waterworks that would come after her answer.

"School, remember that you were starting today with Tomura, right?"

"Oh… right…"

It wasn't long until they reached the classroom they would be in, where Inko was greeted by a young woman with neon green hair that rapidly shifted to yellow upon seeing them.

"You must be Miss Midoriya! Oh wait, errrrr.. You must be Miss Midoriya, I'm Mrs. Smith."

Though Inko had a decent grasp of English, she was thankful Mrs. Smith had swapped to Japanese for her.

"And you two must be Izuku and Tomura! Nice to meet you!"

Tomura hid behind Inko's leg as Izuku buried his face into her shoulder. However, Inko knew the worst was yet to come from both of them. Setting Izuku down and turning around, she made a show of mock anger.

"Now boys, what did I say about a proper greeting?!"

Simultaneously they bowed midway before saying their practiced greeting. "Hello Smith-sensei, I'm Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura," the boys spoke, each slightly echoing the other.

A vibrant red had fluttered through Mrs. Smith's hair as she suppressed giggles over the amusingly cute sight. Giving a slight bow herself, she greeted them back before telling them to explore the room at their leisure. Seeing the boys wander off to explore the classroom, Inko took the chance to get rid of any final worries on her mind.

"So how long are they going to be in their own class?"

Mrs. Smith took a moment to think about it.

"It really depends on how long they take to get a basic grasp on English. I'd say a couple weeks, maybe a month? At that point they'll get introduced to the rest of their class with me as a teacher's assistant and translator."

"That's good. Izuku wanted to learn English because he's a huge All Might fan but Tomura had only just started learning."

Now that the children were sufficiently engrossed in playing, it was time for Inko to drop the bomb.

"Ok boys, behave for Mrs. Smith! I'll be back to pick you up after lunch!"

As Izuku played with the new toys with Tomura, he turned and waved.

"Bye mom!"

Heading out Inko had to hold back tears. Her little boy was growing up!