Warning, there are some heavy and emotionally charged scenes in this chapter. You have been warned.

Izuku woke up in the hospital once again, feeling sore in the legs from the rapid exertion back…

"All Might!" Izuku shot up as the memories flooded back. The two monsters that could hold their own still fresh in the teen's mind. His thoughts were interrupted by a solid hit to his head.

"Dumbass! First thing when you wake up is not worrying about someone else. Lay back down." Anima chided, pushing his student to the bed. "How're you doing?"

"I'm too used to being hospitalized, but okay otherwise." the hero-in-training mumbled. "What happened after I passed out?" there was a long breath from the werewolf before a sigh of exasperation.

"One for all was captured, Iskander got away, the media found out Toshinori's true form, and I've been watching over you until you regained consciousness. Now that you're stable enough to stay conscious, Jesse and I will finally go back home." Anima recited the facts.

"Jesse? Oh." Izuku mumbled as he saw the woman in question sleeping on the couch and using her husband's lap as a pillow. There was also the fact that the couch had been moved for her to do that while the martial artist was within arms reach of his disciple.

"How's she doing?" there was another smack as Izuku was struck upside the head.

"What did I just say about worrying for others?" Anima sighed. "She'll be fine; we've gone through worse together. She made of strong stuff." there was an awkward pause in the conversation before Izuku asked another question.

"How long was I out?"

"It's been twenty-six hours since your dumb stunt, now sleep." Izuku nodded and closed his eyes.

Three. Two. one…

"Wait, WHAT! Oh crap mom must be worried sick!" the teen reached for the phone. Anima pointed at him with a glare that could melt rock, making Izuku freeze.

"If you don't lie the fuck back down, then so help me, with entire pantheons as my witness I will nail you to the goddamn bed!" the martial artist commanded with a fire behind his voice. Izuku's instinctual fear did just as good a job at keeping his back on the mattress as any physical restraint could. The two shouting managed to dreg Jesse up from her sleep.

"You're up… that's good. Get some rest, Izukun, and we'll come back in the morning. We'll bring Toshi and Inko then." she groggily noted before stretching. Izuku looked pensive between Anima and his wife before giving up.

"Alright." the teen sighed. "Can you call a nurse? I don't think I could sleep well right now, and I'd like to take some sleep medicine." Anima nodded and did just that. The nurse on standby gave Izuku a shot instead of a pill like he thought, but he didn't care. Anima said goodnight before leaving. Izuku didn't even notice the wraps on his left arm, or the fact he never moved it once.

Anima and Jesse found themselves home for the first time together in a week, and nothing was as relaxing as that.

"Mi Caballero, you're still worried." it wasn't even a question, as he had yet to initiate a conversation ever since leaving the hospital.

"I know," he admitted, tears forming. "It's just… his determination reminds me so much of… of them. I just don't want him to die young like so many had." Jesse understood; a vast majority of old heroes had died before they even had a family. The youngest Outlier that was died hadn't even made it to high school before a random thug killed him. Neither of the two had a doubt that Izuku would risk himself to save even one more life.

"Hey," Jesse grabbed her husband's hand. "It's been a stressful few days. Why don't we relax a bit."

"I still need to deal with Izuku's newest development, and call a few channels to-" Anima's thoughts froze from the softness of his lover's lips meeting his.

"Later." she whispered, kissing him once more. He returned it this time with passion.

"Thank you, Mia Tempesta. I'd fall apart if not for you." any thought about the future, good or ill, was forgotten that night as the pair of werewolves enjoyed every part of one another until sunrise.

Iskander had trouble healing the cuts down his body with magic. Mystic beings with that much presence made injuries hard to heal, he noted. Walking into the building he resided in, he decided to speed up his timetable a bit. Taking a meditative pose in his workshop, the mage started to control his sleeping piece. One contract ended, but he still had another resource.

Chizome was keeping himself parallel to the ground while gripping the metal bars of his cell. His current goal was twenty seconds of absolute stillness. There was a guard coming his way, and the hero killer had to stop and step away from his cell door. He recognized the guard who came through as Kugutsu, but something was off. The woman would always at least be cordial with him as he was to her, but she hadn't even called out to him. She left a cigarette pack on his cell, and Chizome instantly knew something was wrong; she was allergic to nicotine, so there was no reason to even have the pack. As she left like nothing happened, the hero killer swiped the coffin nails and opened the lid. Inside beside the actual cigarettes was a schedule for guard shifts, an ID for the locks, an address on the outskirts of Hokkaido, and a single note.

"The contract has been fulfilled. Archibald." Chizome gave a dark chuckle.

'Time to move then.'

Toshinori was tired. Reports for the police, press conferences for retirement, other paperwork, and now he needed to talk to his inheritor. Walking to the hospital, he saw Anima walking with Inko. His fellow teacher looked more relaxed than any other point in the last month. He waved to them, but Anima pulled his phone out, acting as if he didn't see him. Toshinori's phone went off, and he saw the message.

'Wait a minute so she can talk to her son.' he nodded and made a stop for a coffee first. When Anima texted him it was okay to join, he brought a donut for Izuku. Checking in was easy, as the symbol of peace, hospitals didn't worry about him endangering the patients.

Former. Former symbol of peace. God that thought was odd.

He heard talking on the other side of Izuku's door and knocked.

"Come in!" he heard Inko's voice call. He didn't want to face her after all her son risked, but he had to talk about it sooner than later. She had to have figured out who he was, so he didn't even bother to hide the fact. Hesitantly opening the door, Toshinori made his entrance.

"Here I am…" he called, sounding as cheesy as he could muster. "Coming through the door like a normal person!" Izuku smiled at the entrance.

"Toshinori-san!"

"Glad you came, Mighty-Pants." Anima teased. The haggard man smiled at the light tone. It felt nice to relax after so much trouble. He held the donuts to Izuku, who was beyond thankful for what flavor the hospital lacked in everything it served. Toshinori laughed and patted his inheritor's arm in jest, but noticed how the teen looked at his limb.

"Sorry, my boy. Does it still hurt?" Izuku didn't answer, but tapped his arm with his other hand.

"No... it never hurt." the realization dawned on the teen. "It never hurt, or felt like anything. That's not good."

"Understatement," Anima remarked sharply before hovering his hand over the offending arm. "May I?" Izuku nodded and the martial artist's hand lit up in a red-orange flame. Anima let the flames dance over Izuku's bandaged arm for a minute before the chi died down.

"Shit. You fucked your arm up bad." Inko started to worry.

"How bad is 'bad'? Will Izuku be okay? Is his arm going to heal?" Anima held his hand up to stop her.

"Nerve damage, and a lot of it. Izuku will live. It's not going to heal naturally." this shocked everyone in the room.

"How did I… I mean, I've never hurt myself that badly, so what happened?" Izuku was at a loss for words; Toshinori couldn't blame him. Breaking bones and tearing muscles, yeah All for One could cause that damage, but it didn't, couldn't, cause nerve damage.

"Back at the fight, your fist glowed with chi, but different." the werewolf tried to find the words. "In the supernatural, there's the idea of 'equivalent exchange'. You give something, you get something. You put effort into power, you can use that power. You with me so far?" the bedridden teen nodded.

"Back there, at the fight, you did something monumentally stupid, and gave harm to do harm; you sacrificed your arm for a large amount of destructive force. That's why the impact was so big." Toshinori was trying to wrap his head around the idea.

"But, that was with his quirk. How did that outclass Toshinori's strike so much, if they should be comparable?" Inko asked.

"Because chi was involved, and that made all the difference." Anima answered. "Chi isn't an energy that adds to something's strength; it's a multiplier. With the stockpiling quirk Izuku got from Toshinori, Called One for All by the way, the larger amount of chi meant a larger multiplier. The cost, however, was Izuku's arm." the room went silent. What else could be said? Izuku, to save Toshinori's life, gave up his entire left arm. His hero career, by UA rules, was over.

'UA cannot admit handicapped students in the hero course.'

The feeling of dread hung over the room to a suffocating degree. Izuku looked at his arm, then at Toshinori, then Anima.

"That's fine." The teen said. "It's only an arm, and I saved someone, so don't worry. I'd do it again anyway if the need arises."

SMACK

Izuku's head jerked to the side from the slap, shocking him. Izuku looked at his crying mother.

"Don't you dare say something like that again young man! I don't know how you got that stupid idea from, but it sure as hell wasn't from All Might or Anima! I'm fine helping you be a hero, But never say that you'd destroy yourself over it! You can't help anyone if you're DEAD!" The small woman's shoulders were trembling before the tears fell full force. Inko jumped at her son in a tackle-hug, holding him as if he'd disappear on her.

"I… I don't want to see my baby boy die…" Izuku held his mom tightly at those words.

"I'm sorry mom. You're right, I'm sorry." No one held it against the teen for crying into his mother like she was doing to him. After a few minutes, the mother-son moment ended.

"…So what's next?" Izuku asked.

"First, we need that arm of your's fixed before school starts back up." Anima said casually.

"You just said that it couldn't heal." Toshinori pointed out, but the Martial artist shook his head.

"I said it couldn't heal naturally. Magic can do insane things if you know who to go to. I have an old friend who may be able to help, but if it's too bad I may just have to call a higher power for a favor." The words Toshinori heard from his friend were insane.

"Magic? Higher powers? You honestly believe in that stuff?" he asked incredulously. Anima gave the haggard man a blank stare.

"I am that stuff Toshi. Werewolf, chi, remember? Quirks aren't the only power out there. We call the supernatural side the 'Moonlit World', and it's been around longer than Mesopotamia." the way Anima was talking was like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"And This Moonlit World hasn't been outed how?"

"If you saw someone manipulating fire, or having wings, what would you chalk it up to?" Toshinori instantly thought of quirks, and realized Anima's point. "Yeah. Because quirks are more widespread, it's easier to get away with using magic. Otherwise, memory spells, staying out of the spotlight, and things of that nature keep it on the down low. I'd actually guess that of the 80% of the quirk population, 8% are actually quirkless and use the mystic arts to hide the fact. There are also those who have quirks and still are also a part of the Moonlit world." his answer was so logical that Toshinori had to hold back his disbelief.

"Fine, I'll let this go. Still, I'd like to go with you two." he amended. Anima shook his head. The taller man puffed up before Anima held up his hand and explained.

"As much as I'd like to, you need medication just to stay alive, and this will take us far off the grid. I was planning on taking Izuku on a trip this summer anyway, so this will hopefully just be a single stopover." Toshinori still didn't want the two to go alone, but apparently, he wasn't the only one with that train of thought.

"Then I'm going to join you." Anima turned his head to see Inko staring straight at him with an iron will. "I may not be as fit as you or Izuku, but I want to be with my son in this endeavor." the werewolf couldn't help but smile.

"I see where Izuku gets his stubborn streak from." Inko blinked while Izuku gawked. "Alright then, that's settled. You're getting released today right?" the youngest in the room nodded.

"Leave tomorrow then?" Inko shook her head.

"If we're going out of the country, and I assume we are, then I'll need to get passports for Izuku and myself. I don't know how long that'd take." It was a valid concern for her. Anima nodded in agreement.

"I'll ask a friend to help us get them quick. We just need a birth certificate and it should be done by evening at the latest." Anima groaned before pulling his phone out. Toshinori knew that his friend must have had good contacts for speeding up that hassle. After Anima got a reply via text, his smile widened.

"All's good on my end. Be packed for a week for heat and a set of snow attire two days from now, and I'll pick you up. First destination: Pripolyarny, Russia." Toshinori couldn't help but think Izuku was in for a hell of a first overseas trip.

Yes! Izuku is going out of the country! The reason I chose Pripolyarny was simply because it's in the middle of f***ing nowhere (look it up, I dare you), and that helps me. This starts the original arc that I have planned, and you get to enjoy! I can play with some of the Boku no hero world a little. Not a lot, but a little. As always, leave a comment if you so wish! Till next time!