Thank you to those who have read what I have so far! As a reminder, I still own no rights to My Hero Academia. Also, after much mind searching and debate with my friends, we gave Bakugo a Hero name. You know….. just because.

… … … … … … …

Midoriya sat at his desk staring listlessly out of the window as it rained. He was not aware of his supervisor standing next to him asking him a question. He was surprised when a stack of papers was suddenly obscuring his views Snapping back to attention he swiveled around and smiled sheepishly.

"I am sorry Sir! Can you please forgive me, I zoned out for a moment, but it won't happen again," his eye refocusing on the papers, "Are those more audit and damage reports for me to go over?"

In front of him stood a man who looked like a supped-up firefighter.

"Deku, I have told you before, we are both Heroes now. You can call me Backdraft. It doesn't seem right for me to call you by your name if you insist on calling me Sir! And stop treating me like I am your boss. We are only doing paper work because there hasn't been much of a call for a rescue team in a while. So, to answer your question, yes, this is more paper work. It seems the Heroes did a number on a block earlier this week when capturing a villain that was attacking women," Clapping his hands together and playfully nudging Midoriya he let out a laugh, "Come to think of it, a good portion of a building was taken down by Blast Point. Isn't that your partner…. Bakugo?"

Just hearing his name caused him to freeze a bit before he responded.

"Heh, yea that's my partner for you! He has gotten much better at his in person personality, but he is still rough when it comes to keeping buildings and roads intact. That is Kacchan for you." He laughed and looked down to the pile of papers he had placed on the desk. Hearing Backdraft sigh he looked back up. "What's the sigh for?"

"You are so lucky to have been placed with such a strong partner, you must have been happy." As he started to walk away he looked back over his shoulder. "You have been a great asset to our team, and have helped us rescue many people. But don't you think you would be better out there, on the streets, fighting crime alongside your partner. You are both Heroes after all."

Backdraft walked away unaware of the pain his words had caused his coworker. Midoriya sat in silence for the remainder of his day before heading home.

It has been just over a year since the night after the bank heist. And things in their home settled down after he figured out what Kacchan had wanted. He wasn't allowed to be a Hero, at least not a fully active one. He had convinced him that allowing him to join a rescue agency would be less suspicious. After all, when their class had all passed their tests to become Heroes it had been on the news. It wouldn't have made sense for him to graduate from U.A. just to settle down and not get a Hero job. This was one of the few wins granted to him over the twelve months.

The year had passed quickly, and he was sure Kacchan didn't recall most of it. He, however, was not as lucky. No matter how hard he tried, he remembered every moment since that night in detail. If it had not been for the fact that he already loved Kacchan before that night, he was sure his will to live would have been broken. It was only natural that he had been upset with him, and it was his right to be with him sexually, they were trying to save the future line of Heroes after all. Midoriya had been wrong to deny him. This is what he told himself, over and over as the months had passed.

As long as he kept his head low and followed the schedule he was given, the days would pass without incident. Other than work, he found himself welcoming the Doctors visits, it gave him more unscheduled times to leave the house.

It was on one such visit that he gained a friend and emotional Ally. Fumi Takokoshi, the very woman who had made the program such a success. During her checkup she had asked him to lift his shirt while she examined him, and noticed a fleshy pink scar on his abdomen that had not been recorded in the medical files. When she went to question him about it he pulled back and had spent the better half of an hour begging her not to document it, accidently unleashing all the events that had lead him up to this point. Midoriya had expected her to react in anger, but the young petite woman wrapped her arms around him and had allowed him to cry. After what had felt like weeks of pent up emotional release, he learned that Fumi had another skill.

She had stood up slowly allowing him to gently fall back on the exam table. Once she had returned to his side, she handed him a vial of pills.

"Izuku, I am so sorry. When I first joined this program I really truly thought I was doing good. I thought that I was making a positive change in the world, but when I have cases like you it makes me regret being a part of any of this. It was because of that regret that I was able to come up with a counter medicine to my powers," She walked back over to her desk and accessed her computer calendar, the look on her face was washed in a kind smile, "Well, in my professional opinion, I will have to schedule you for more appointments. Let's say, every Tuesday at 3pm?"

"I- I will ha-have to talk to work, but I am sure the-," she waved her hand at him cutting his words off.

"Silly me, I completely forgot about work. Lucky for you, I am open on Saturdays. So, I will see you Saturdays at noon. What kind of a doctor would I be if I didn't worry about the well-being of my patient!" Smiling at the young man before her she started to make her way to the door.

"Excuse me, Doctor"

"Fumi"

"Wh-what?"

"Fumi, call me Fumi"

"Well, excuse me, Fumi, what are these pills for?" he gestured to the pills in his hand.

Turning to face the door she spoke in a hushed voice.

"As long as you are on those pills, you will NOT become pregnant. And all we will have to do is play the waiting game. Once two years have fully passed, we will be able to get you a new partner. Again, I am sorry this is all I can do to fix what I have caused." And with that she had left the room.

With that small push of kindness, Midoriya's heart ached just a little less. His hate for the white washed doctor's office was wiped away.

Shaking his head, he did away with the thoughts, even though they calmed his nerves. Thinking about Fumi reminded him to take his pills for the day. His partner was going to be home soon, and he didn't want the stress of the day to be on his face. The clock chimed in the hall, welcoming the 8th hour of the evening and the opening of the front door.

"Welcome home Kacchan"

… … … … … … … …

Well, there is another installment for you. I felt a little more background and body was needed to get my story fully up and running! I hope you like it! LET ME KNOW!