Author's Note: I think I made their conversation of Hisashi and Katsuki a bit weird. How about you guys? Hahaha. One reviewer said to me after she read the latest chapter and she's not wrong after all. To think that the father flew from Paris to Tokyo for 12-18 hours without proper sleep or rest while he's on a plane and then he had an urge to hit Kacchan for what he did in the past, but at the same time he remembered his crimes in the past as a villain so in the end, he decided not to do it. A changed man Hisashi indeed. :D
This chapter tackles about the aftermath of the heart-to-heart talks, Hisashi meets his son for the first time after his revival and Detective Naomasa's interrogation/negotiation at Izuku. What will be the outcome? Will Izuku finally change his mind and decides to accept the detective's offer and abandon his true motives to plot a revolution for the quirkless? Let's find out!
This chapter is filled with a little comedy and ugly crying(Imagine Kim Kardashian doing this). Lmao
Enjoy reading!
I'm Such a Mess
"Forgiveness is hard, but so very worth it. You should try it sometime."
Date: September 15
Time: 8:00 PM
Location: 10th floor, Izuku's private ward at Musutafu Medical Center
The one-on-one talk between Hisashi and Katsuki ended well but left a slight embarrassment especially at the ash blonde who cried and bowed in front of the man many times like he did a horrible crime at Izuku during middle school. The two stood up and walked slowly at the hallway before the jet black haired started again a conversation and asked.
"Hey, brat. I just want to ask a question and I'm curious. Please don't get mad." He let out a yawn and scratched his head. Still experiencing the horrible jetlag from his flight in Paris going back to Tokyo.
He glanced back at the father and grunted while holding a paper bag filled with food him and his mother, Mitsuki made and a red rose flower. "Hmm..? What is it, old man?"
"So, Katsuki…." Hisashi snorted with a grin. "Why are you gay?"
The two stopped walking as Katsuki's eyes twitched and felt like a thunderstruck hit him really bad. Later, he let out a furious blush on his cheeks upon hearing that question….coming from Izuku's dad.
"Why the fuck the old man is so blunt?! I don't know what to do with him anymore after he gave me a blessing!" He thought to himself and remained silent.
The man smiled and chuckled before patting other's back. "You know, I have been working in different European countries, mostly in France and Scandinavia as a senior support/hero analyst and let me tell you, the people there are too liberated. Too liberated that they do whatever they want in life, marry the one they love regardless of their backgrounds, and everything. Far different than we live here. And to be honest, I wouldn't really mind if you love my son, but I don't know about him. Would my little broccoli love you back? Does your love spark joy in his life?" He added a funny Marie Kondo reference.
"I don't care what people think of me and Deku! The important is that I'll be always there for him!"
"Oh, so you call him 'Deku' now, huh? What a cute and silly nickname, if I do say so myself." He rubbed his hands together because of the cold temperature inside the hospital.
"I called that nerd's nickname just for fun and to tease him. He didn't really mind at all."
"Would you prefer top or bottom? Maybe a switch afterward, hmm?" He winked, trying to tease Katsuki.
"Oh my God, old man of all questions just stop it already! Leave your dirty fantasies behind as we're going to visit that nerd!" He shook his head.
Once they reached the room number where Izuku is currently staying, they were met by two police force officers who were guarding the door. They stopped as the father asked the officers.
"Good evening, officers? Is this Izuku Midoriya's room?"
"Yes. How can I help you, sir? Are you related to the young man?"
Hisashi nodded. "Yes. I'm his father."
"Show us your government issued ID with a picture for verification purposes, please."
The father grabbed his wallet from his pocket and brought two ID's. One is the social security card and the other is the company ID. The police borrowed his ID's and checked for a few seconds before returning it to him.
"The visitation hours end in 30 minutes."
Hisashi smiled and nodded. "Understood. Thank you, officers."
One officer glanced at the student. "Are you related to Izuku Midoriya?"
The ash blonde nodded. "Yes, officer. H-He's my neighbor and a friend…"
"He's with me, officers. We're neighbors and we know each other well. He just wants to see his 'friend'." He backed him up and smiled.
"Judging at your school uniform, you must be studying at U.A. Show us your student ID for verification purposes, please." Katsuki brought his U.A. student ID from his pocket as the police borrowed it for a few seconds. The other officer looked at him.
"I remember you. You were that teen at the coast, trying to stop their fight. I don't know what you did back there, but next time, leave the pro-heroes to do their jobs…"
He ignored and nodded at the officer before they returned the ID to him. The guards let them enter the private ward room and once inside, the two saw one nurse regularly checking Izuku's vital signs and adjusted his sleeping position. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to see his pure green eyes as he's been sleeping even before they enter his room. Hisashi approached to ask the nurse while Katsuki placed the paper bag and the flower on the bedside table before observing his childhood friend now a lover who changed his views towards him upon hearing the truth.
"How's my son going through, miss?" The father glanced at his son with a worried look.
"He woke up at 1:00 PM in the afternoon after his temporary coma and suffered a slight painful migraine when he woke up. We've already given him a relaxant to ease the pain inside his head. He had also undergone rehab and psychological evaluation by his doctors and it ended well, sir. Doctors only advised him to rest and avoid to see something or someone that could trigger his stress or migraine. In conclusion, he's more than well before he admitted to the hospital." The nurse answered.
"I see. Thank you so much, miss." Hisashi nodded and thanked her before the nurse bowed to them and left the room.
While observing the sleeping green haired and it looked like he was sleeping soundly with a slight smile on his face, Katsuki came closer to him before placing his one hand on the other's bandaged hand. He muttered to him and later grunted.
"D-Deku….you'd better recover quickly or else—" Hisashi interrupted him.
"or what?" He cleared his throat and grinned.
"Tch….I won't leave this room until you open your nerdy eyes…y-you hear me, Deku? Hmm..?" He held his hand firmly while looking at Izuku.
The father sighed. "It's hopeless. We only have 25 minutes to check on him. You can just come back on the other day."
Later on, Hisashi thought to himself while looking at his only son.
"My son, Izuku. Even if I came back to you after all the suffering you had to endure, I hope….I hope one day you could forgive your careless old man standing in front of you; I wish you could accept your old friend's sincere apology because right now he's been thinking about you…despite all the misunderstanding you and your friend had in the past. Izuku, other than your mom, Katsuki, and I. I also wish that other people would accept you in open arms once again for who you are. Just like people who gave me a second chance to start a new life again~ We will wait for you, my little Izuku~"
xxx
Date: September 16
Time: 9:00 AM
Location: 10th floor, Izuku's private ward at Musutafu Medical Center
They tried to make me go to rehab
I said, no, no, no
Yes, I been black
But when I come back, you'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab
I won't go, go, go
I'd rather be at home with a Ray
I ain't got seventy days
'Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway
I didn't get a lot in class
But I know we don't come in a shot glass
Izuku opened his emerald eyes and grunted a bit upon hearing a loud annoying ringtone that actually suits him the best. The hospitalization, countless treatments to treat his complaining headache, and the emotional rehab from his therapist, making the green-haired facepalmed.
"Where is this coming from?" He whispered.
He slowly sat up from his bed, looked around the room and later found the vibrating phone with a ringtone located on his bedside table. He pressed the stop button on the touch screen and observed it for a moment, thinking the phone belongs to someone else. It didn't look like the phone belongs to his mother as it looked pricey and expensive.
He heard an opening of his room door as he returned the phone on the table. He heard footsteps and the smell of a fresh menthol cigarette only to found out that the man entered his room was Hisashi….his father who almost abandoned him.
The father stopped and dropped his paper bag filled with food he bought from the convenience store upon looking at his son who just woke up with a look of exchanging surprise look.
"F-F-F-F-Father….? I-Is that you?"
"O-Oh my God…m-my son…? I-Izuku, you're awake?" Hisashi's knees trembled as his eyes began to burst in tears before he rushed towards his son for a tight hug.
Izuku, on the other hand, sobbed and buried his face on other's shoulder, crying and muttering words at his father.
"W-Where were you…when I need you the most…?! Huh?!"
"I-I'm very sorry, Izuku. I can't find words to say for how foolish I was and still am as a father… I-I don't know how I can apologize to you sincerely, my son..!"
Izuku just cried, muttering words, and giving slight punches and smacking in which Hisashi gladly accept it while hugging his son tightly. It was early in the morning and the mood changed so quickly, a very emotional one when a father and son unexpectedly met for the first time after he was brought back to life. It lasted for a few minutes and went silent as Hisashi made his first move to talk his son.
"I-Izuku, I-I have to explain—"
Izuku wiped his last tear with his wrist before looking down. "Save your breath, father. You don't need to. Mom told me everything even before you showed up. About you and mom had a short love story, you as an infamous villain, the arrest, and our quirks. You name it…"
Hisashi looked down upon hearing words from his son as he sat on a chair. Later on, he returned back his look at him before placing his one hand on other's shoulder.
"I left my job temporarily to look after you and despite the news, I've watched when I was in Europe, maybe it's time I can make it up to you, my son. I have so many things to come up, but I don't know which the best is. I know that you owe me big time for leaving you and your mom behind, I—" Izuku interrupted him.
"Enough, dad. I've already forgiven you even if you're an arse." He looked up to him with a serious look. "I heard your story from mother and I'm glad that you changed your deeds when you two met each other. But there's one thing I want from you."
Hisashi nodded. "Anything for you, my son."
"You have to sho—"The two got interrupted when two officers and Detective Naomasa entered his room. The father stood up and glanced at them.
"Good Morning, officers. May I know what's happening?"
Izuku looked up to them and tilted his head. "Huh?"
"Good Morning, gentlemen." Naomasa smiled at the two and answered. "I am Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi from the police force." He offered a handshake to the father and Izuku and they later exchanged.
"Sir, I hope if you don't mind I could borrow your son for a few minutes. It would be a short interrogation regarding the recent incident. It won't take long."
"U-Uhh…sure. Okay." Hisashi looked at his son with a worried look. "Are you sure you'll be alright here?"
His son nodded with a confused look. "Uhh y-yeah…?"
Two officers escorted his father towards the room exit. Hisashi rubbed his temples and looked at the closed door guarded by the officers.
He asked. "Is everything okay there? Will he be alright?"
"The Detective will only ask him some questions so no need to worry." One officer answered.
"I see. I'll just wait here, I guess…" He sighed and sat at the waiting area and later accompanied by his wife, Inko.
"How was it, Hisashi? Did he accept your apology from our son?"
"I hope so…" Hisashi sighed and rubbed his temples. "But you know what? Reunions between a father and son can be so bittersweet, huh?"
Inside the private ward with the door locked by the detective's request, Naomasa sat on a chair while facing former villain/vigilante Izuku. He grabbed his notebook and a pen from his briefcase and asked.
"How are you feeling, Midoriya?"
"A little headache when my father arrived for the first time. I've barely seen his presence for ages. Other than that, I'm fine."
"Good to know." He nodded and smiled as he opened the notebook.
"If you don't mind, I shall begin interrogating you and it may take for few minutes, depending on the outcome. I've gathered sources from multiple witnesses and proved your innocence after you left the League of Villains and were told you're currently working for no one, but yourself. An independent vigilante lone wolf, if I do say so myself."
"My innocence?" He blinked. "And it's true, I work alone…they either call me a villain or an angel in disguise."
He jotted down some details on his notebook. "I hope you still remember the Forest Training incident where you saved two of the pro-hero group named 'Wild Wild Pussycats' and a young boy named Kota Izumi. I applauded for saving their lives from one of the notorious villains."
"I did remember…" He slowly nodded and suddenly think about the young boy, asking himself if how he is doing right now.
"But killing Muscular was not necessary and you should've chosen not to end his life."
"I did it to avenge Kota's parents for repaying on what I did when I was a captain of League of Villains. It had to be done. He was about to hit Kota and I did it for protecting him. He got what he deserved, nothing personal."
"And with that, I would encourage you to tell me everything you know about League of Villains…it will lessen your sentence if you turn yourself to the authorities and tell the truth. We've also come up with a suggestion to protect you from the said organization. We, from the police force and the hero community, want you to be the state witness."
Izuku's mood changed when the detective asked about wanting the information from the former organization he used to be part of the family. He looked straight into his eyes.
"After my failed attempt on making a revolution against the hero community, you're now convincing me to be a pawn serving towards the heroes' side? You've all been tracking League of Villains' whereabouts for years, but you couldn't take attention on the quirkless and oppressed people who've been discriminated for not having a special ability?" Izuku made a serious look on his face. "Seriously, what are you really guys up to, huh? How can I trust you with this one?"
"Look, Izuku…" He sighed as he adjusted his seat before looking at the teen. "Whether heroes, civilians, or vigilantes like you, we're all the same facing a common threat—"
"War is coming and it soon approaches…You really don't know what they're capable of—"
"That's why I'm asking you right here and right now!"
"HOW COULD YOU ABLE TO FIGHT THEM WHEN YOU CANNOT EVEN FIX THIS COMMUNITY INTERNALLY?! AND YOU'RE STILL HIDING THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR ALL MIGHT'S DETERIORATING HEALTH AND SILENT ABOUT ENDEAVOR'S SCANDAL ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND YOU GUYS DID NOTHING ABOUT IT?! MAYBE I SHOULD DESERVE AN EXPLANATION COMING FROM YOU!"
Izuku's expression looked rage amidst the heat and intense argument he made the detective silent for a moment...
"I guess my interrogation with him will take longer than I'd expected..." Naomasa thought to himself while looking at Izuku with mixed emotions on his face.
Author's Note: The lyrics I posted in this chapter are titled 'Rehab' by Amy Winehouse, by the way. Yes, I'm cutting this chapter short as the interrogation will be posted next week! I'm not sorry Hahaha Let me know what you think by leaving a review and I'll see you in the next chapter! Buh-byeee muchahos!
