Yellow and white lines blurred together. Flashes of darkness mixed together with the occasional streetlight illuminating the highway filled Izuku's vision. He glanced at the time on his dashboard. Neon blue lights read 3:30 AM. Izuku huffed a sigh and pulled over to the side of the highway before turning his hazard lights on. He shrugged his seatbelt off and leaned forward and dropped his head on the steering wheel, tears slowly slipping from emerald eyes. The adrenaline had finally worn off and he was exhausted. He pulled his wallet out from his back pocket to check the contents. He had roughly $100 and he was trying to conserve that for gas and food. He couldn't really afford a hotel room, but he was so tired. He didn't want to risk falling asleep at the wheel, and he couldn't just sleep in his car and chance running the battery down.

Mom would know what do. Then again, if Mom was okay, I wouldn't be in this situation.

He chanced a look at the bloody note sitting in his passenger seat. It was just a folded piece of paper, worn down with age and blood. The note appeared to be so old, it almost looked yellow, and he could faintly make out the black handwriting of his mother. He reached for it, curiosity begging him to read the contents, but paused right before he could grab it. This one little piece of paper possibly told him of the secrets his mother was hiding. Was he ready to know the truth? Izuku took a deep breath.

I have to know. I have to help her.

With shaking hands, he grabbed the note and unfolded it, being careful to not let the paper rip where the blood kept it stuck together. Izuku could faintly smell his mother's favorite perfume. He smiled weakly as he glanced over the loopy letters that he associated with old lunchbox notes.

Izuku,

If you're reading this, that means something had to have happened to me. You should be on your way to Uncle Might's at this point. He'll know exactly how to help you. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you more, but I had a feeling my past would catch up to me eventually. I need you to be brave for me, okay? Don't be scared, but it's very important that you know this: my death was not a coincidence.

The stories you used to be told about the monsters hiding under your bed were true. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons… anything supernatural is all real. They are out there in the world and they hurt a lot of people and they aren't afraid to hurt you either. But there are people out there that hunt these terrible monsters, and I was one of them. Your dad was too, as well as your uncle, and deep down inside you are too. It runs in your blood, part of generations of hunters. That's why you must go to Uncle Might's. He'll help you.

If they got me, that means they're after you next. Be strong, baby. I've been preparing you for years without you actually knowing. All those weekends at the gun range, all those self-defense classes, everything was for this reason. That necklace I gave you with the star and sun is actually an anti-possession symbol. Never take it off. You'll find a secret compartment in the glove box of your dad's old car. It has an emergency stack of cash should you ever find yourself in a predicament.

Don't stay in one place too long. Be careful with who you trust. Trust your gut. You are a Midoriya, a hunter. I love you so much baby, and please know that I tried to protect you from this. Don't be sad for me but continue on. I'll always be with you.

All my love,

Mom

Izuku sat in shock after reading the letter. In less than twenty-four hours, his entire world had been turned upside down. He was supposed to be going to the movies with Tenya and Momo tomorrow. He just graduated high school. He was supposed to be going to college in the fall and starting his life. Now he was some sort of supernatural hunter? Arms reached up to wrap around himself, hands grabbing for green locks. He pulled his legs up and curled into himself, mind going crazy. It was too much to process. He shook his violently as he cried out in frustration.

What the hell? Why did she hide this from me for so long? What am I supposed to do?

Slowly, Izuku began to uncurl himself and reached over to the passenger side. Upon opening the glove box, he found the secret spot mentioned in the letter. He peered inside to see hundreds of dollars and something shiny. Further examination showed it was a large knife made from silver and several rounds of ammunition. Izuku slammed the compartment shut and took yet another deep breath as he ran his hand over his face. He stared at the ceiling of his small car and let loose a scream of frustration. Out of the corner of his eye a distant, flashing light caught his attention. He diverted his eyes to an airplane gliding across the night sky. He watched it for a moment, captivated. It was an old habit he picked up; any time he felt scared or anxious, he would go outside and just watch the airplanes shoot across the clouds. At night, he would often find himself wishing on them as if they were falling stars. After a few moments, he exhaled the nervous energy that had been building in his chest.

Alright, Izuku. It's time to put up or shut up. You can handle this. You've apparently been training for this your whole life. You got hunting, or whatever, in your blood. Do it for mom.

Izuku gave a determined nod to himself before putting the car back into drive, suddenly not as tired as before. With a newfound determination, he took off back down the highway.

Welcome to Almo!

Izuku read the old dingy sign as he drove into the small town. Finally, after hours and hours of driving, he was almost there. His GPS said he had about twenty-five minutes until he reached his destination. He couldn't help the small smile that flitted across his face. He cruised down the residential street, humming along to the quiet song playing on the radio. He had to admit to himself that it was a cute town. Izuku could just imagine himself settling in a small place lie this one day, long after he graduated college and found someone to settle down with. A chuckle escaped from his lips as he imagined a small child playing with his mom in the backyard, the same way he used to. A sudden jerk pulled him from his thoughts.

What the heck? Did I hit something while I was distracted?

Another jerk from the car proved that he wasn't just imagining it. Izuku slowed the car down and pulled into the parking lot of a tiny corner gas station. He parked the old car and got out to look under the hood. Getting out, he took a moment to admire the vehicle. It was a sleek black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. It was his father's prized possession, and after he had passed, the responsibility was passed to Izuku. He took care of it the best that he could, but his knowledge only went so far. Walking around to the front of the car, he gently ran along the white stripe on the hood before popping it to look underneath. A small cloud of gray smoke rose as he lifted the hood up. The greenette turned away and coughed for a moment before working to determine a cause. However, after a few minutes of searching, Izuku came up empty-handed. Frustrated, he slammed the hood down. He was so freaking close! Could his car seriously not wait another thirty minutes before breaking down?

Izuku turned to lean against the car and out a hand on his chin as he began to mutter to himself the several things that might be wrong with the car and asking himself what he did to deserve this. So caught up his thinking, in fact, that he didn't notice a truck pull up behind him.

"Hey buddy! Nice car, you got there!" Izuku whipped his around to see the driver walking towards him. The stranger had practically yellow hair with what looked to be a black lightning bolt on the right side and looked to be about his age. Another tall, skinny man with jet black hair started to exit from the passenger side of the truck.

"Uh, thanks. It was my dad's."

"Well, dude, I don't know if you know this or not, but cars aren't supposed to be smoking like that," the black-haired man joked. Izuku rolled his eyes. His mother said to be careful with who he trusted, and he wasn't quite sure about these guys.

"Haha, yeah I know. I was just getting out to see if I could see what's wrong with it. But I think I can figure it out." Izuku scratched the back of his neck. He could feel the hairs standing up, and he felt like he was being watched. He just chalked it up to being anxious around the two strangers.

"You want some help? I know a thing or two about cars, and if worse comes to worse, I know a guy about thirty minutes from here who could help you out." It was tempting, but Izuku shook his head politely.

"No thanks. I appreciate the offer, though." The two men shared a quick look before the taller one started heading back to the truck. The yellow haired man gave Izuku one last look.

"Alright, dude. Hope you figure it out. See ya!" Izuku watched as the other man hopped in the driver seat and took off down the road. He let out a sigh of relief now that he was alone again. He still felt like he was being watched but instead brushed it off to focus on his car. It was getting dark, so he turned on his phone flash light to get a better look as he lifted the hood back up. Maybe he should have taken their offer for help.

Oh well, too late now.

As Izuku leaned further under the hood, he felt goosebumps go up his arms and a chill down his spine. Following his gut, he moved to grab the gun his mother gave him when he turned around to see an old woman wrapped up in a black cloak standing far too close for comfort.

"You're really the youngest this town has to offer, huh?" he heard her mutter before she started to chant something in a language he'd never heard before. He was too paralyzed with fear to move. Suddenly, he began to feel weaker and weaker. The cloaked figure forcefully grabbed his arms, long nails digging into the tender flesh of his biceps. Her mouth was glowing white and Izuku felt his legs began to weaken and start to give out on him. Distantly, he heard the sound of a shotgun being cocked when the figure in front of him abruptly jolted several times while screeching loudly. It dropped Izuku and turned to see the source of the shots. Looking over, Izuku could see the two men from earlier, each with a shotgun in hand. The hag pounced on the back-haired man and violently threw him against the truck, knocking the gun out his hands. Quickly, she turned to the yellow-haired stranger and began to do to him what she did to Izuku, almost life she was sucking the life out of him. One more shot rang out and the cloaked woman fell over to the ground. Izuku turned to see the taller stranger leaning against the truck, breathing out a sigh of relief with his shotgun once more in hand. Izuku suddenly felt stronger again and got up to rush over to the strangers to see if they were alright.

"Hey, dude! Sorry about that! Are you ok?" Izuku quickly nodded his head yes. The shorter man gave him a quick glance and noticed his arms. He motioned for Izuku to follow him back to his truck. Once there, he helped the other stranger back to his feet before reaching inside and grabbing a small first aid kit. Once he lowered the tailgate of the truck, he instructed Izuku and the other stranger to sit while he addressed their wounds.

"We didn't mean for you end up as bait. Super sorry you got caught up in this. I'm Denki, by the way; Denki Kaminari. And that's Hanta Sero." As he finished wrapping up Izuku's arms, he stuck his hand out. Izuku shook his hand and turned to give Hanta an appreciative nod.

"What was that thing?"

"It's called a Shtriga. It feeds on people's life force, essentially. Typically, it goes for children, but she already gotten the few kids that were in this town. You just happened to pass through at a really bad time," Hanta explained as Denki finished up bandaging up the small gash on his forehead. Izuku nodded his head in understanding.

"So, do you still not need any help with your car? Or are you gonna let us help you out… sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh! Izuku Midoriya. And yes, I think I'll take you up on your offer." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, while Denki laughed it off and began to head towards the old car. He turned to Hanta and saw his eyes widen with looked to be realization.

"Dude! I knew you looked familiar! Denki, bro! He's related to Inko!"

"You guys know my mom?!"

"Hell yeah, we do!" Denki exclaimed as he raised the hood of the old Chevelle. Izuku rushed forward to hold his phone's flashlight for the man, as Hanta just stood off to the side. "Your mom is a freaking legend, dude. One of the best hunters out there. She's saved our asses more than just a couple of times." Izuku felt a mixture of pride and sadness well up within his heart. An idea crossed his mind at that moment.

"Do you happen to know my Uncle Might, as well?" Hanta shook his head and Denki looked up in thought for a moment.

"Uncle Might? Like All Might? Yeah, man! Yagi lives just down the road." Denki carefully closed the hood and turned back to the greenette.

"Well, it doesn't look like there's anything I can do tonight but I can hook your Chevelle up to my truck and tow it and you to Yagi's since that's where you're going anyways." Izuku quickly nodded his head in appreciation.

"Thank you guys so much! I really appreciate all that you have done for me tonight." Hanta shook his head and ruffled up Izuku's emerald locks while Denki hooked up the old car.

"Don't sweat it bro! It's what hunters do! We save people."

Twenty minutes and some phone number exchanges later, Izuku finally arrived at his destination. Grabbing the note and gun from the car, he made his way to the front door. He knocked on the door three times and waited. After a moment, a frail looking man with sunken eyes opened the door. Confusion was written on his face for a brief moment before turning into a bright smile. He held his skinny arms our for a hug and Izuku did not hesitate to walk into them.

"Young Izuku, hello! It's so good to see you again! What brought you down here to Uncle Might's place? And where's your mom? She usually comes with you." Izuku pressed himself further into his uncle's chest and allowed himself to cry once again. When Yagi noticed, he began to rub comforting circles on Izuku's back and led him inside towards the comfy couch in the living room. After a few minutes, Izuku began to calm down and told the whole story of what he saw at his house with his mother, including the blue haired man he saw in the window as he drove off. He handed the bloodied note over to the frail man and waited patiently until he was done. He watched as his uncle looked absolutely distraught at the news of his closest friend possibly being dead. He took a moment to compose himself before giving the greenette and small smile.

"I'm sure you're tired, my boy. Let e show you the guest room and you get some sleep. Well talk more in the morning." Izuku nodded in understanding. Yagi lead him through a long hallway to a room at the end with a connected bathroom. He thanked the frail man once more before taking a shower and promptly fell asleep immediately afterwards.

The next morning, Izuku woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon being made in the kitchen. Izuku emerged from the guest room and began to follow the smell when a door that was slightly ajar appeared on his left and drew him in by curiosity. He opened the door wider to reveal and entire library inside the room. A plethora of rainbow-colored book lined the walls. Izuku ran his hand carefully across the spines of some of them. One book in particular caught his attention.

Midoriya's Supernatural Survival Guide

By Hisashi Midoriya

Izuku's eyes widened when he realized his late father wrote this. He opened the book to see a hand written note on the first page.

Izuku,

I don't know if you'll ever come across this book, but in case you do, here is a guide to all the supernatural creatures I've had to deal with. Hope it helps.

Love you,

Dad

Izuku was very grateful for the guide and sat down to read it. Almost an hour passed before a strange color caught his peripheral. He looked up to see a very attractive blonde scowling at him.

"Who the fuck are you?"