The room was stripped of anything that would've made it seem even relatively warm and welcoming. Again, the walls were white and the floor was covered with that plastic kind of stuff you'd always see in schools and hospitals. There were just two chairs and a table in the room. Those three pieces of furniture were bolted onto the floor so they couldn't be used as weapons. On the wall was a one-sided mirror.

"What makes you think that we'd let you see your son, Mr. Midoriya?" an officer asked the man sitting in front of him. He was checking the records from this past month the man had spent with them in the prison. The guards would fill a report at the end of each shift, telling how the prisoners were doing.

Hisashi was handcuffed to the chair, a guard standing next to him keeping a close eye on him.

The guard's hand flew to his belt if the prisoner did as much as flexed his fingers. He knew that Hisashi had a Quirk and a potentially dangerous one at that. He had seen him use it before and didn't want to be the man's next target. He had only been put to this job because he had a water Quirk that would counter Hisashi's very nicely. it wasn't anything huge but better than what the others had. He could blow bubbles out of his mouth. One wouldn't surely help with fire but if he blew out a bunch of them then maybe he'd have a fighting chance. It was really just a Quirk to entertain with. His daughter absolutely loved it too.

"I've been a model prisoner. I haven't caused any harm to anyone around me and the guards have had it easy with me. I've visited the psychologist almost daily with my problems", Hisashi explained.

Well, he might've punched his cellmate's teeth in on the first day he was in. He was hoping that the guards had already forgotten about that little pout of rage and would focus on the positive progress he was making each week.

"You've been talking with him about your anger issues?" the man was playing with a pencil, his eyes glued to the paper.

"Not really. We talk about my past mostly and how that could've caused everything that followed. We've been working on explaining my behavior."

Hisashi and the psychologist had been a match from the start. The man had expected to have to talk to at least two or three before meeting the right one for him. This was a welcome change to the usual norm with the shrinks.

Both knew what Hisashi had done but no blame was thrown or hard looks given. The psychologist focused their time on finding out what had happened in the man's past that had caused this all. He knew that child abuse and crime was never in anyone's blood. It was in your past. If they could find out the triggers, they could focus on fixing things. He had prescribed the man some meds to help him keep his temper in check but nothing else. The meetings they had were all talk.

"So, the psychologist is suggesting meeting your son? He's saying that it would help you?" the officer asked, doubt clear in his voice. He couldn't see how that would help anyone in this situation. The boy would only be traumatized more if he was to meet his father again so soon after being rescued.

"Yes. He wanted to talk to you about it too, to tell you the details."

The officers sighed. He had to admit that Midoriya had behaved himself. He had done double the usual work and been a volunteer whenever those were needed. He was what you could call a model prisoner. The officer was still reluctant about giving the man a chance though. He hated nothing more that those who hurt the people who were supposed to be the dearest and most important to them. He just couldn't forgive anyone like that so easily and couldn't believe that someone like that could just change so quickly.

The prisoners were given task to do every day. They were something simple, like helping the kitchen staff or the cleaners. Some even got to go to a local animal shelter and help there. Two guys had cats in their cells permanently, to help the felines get over their shy behavior. The prison had come up with this system in order to keep the prisoners occupied. Also, some of the men and women didn't know how to clean a toilet or how to use a dishwasher, so it was also an important opportunity to learn important skills needed in life.

For those whose release dates were coming up they had more intense training. There were officers who'd teach them how to fill their taxes or other official documents as well as money saving tips and tricks. They'd also help a prisoner to get their first job. They had a list phone numbers and e-mails for companies who were equipped to work with parolees and such.

Getting back into the working life was often very important for someone who was released. It would help them get back into the society and prevent them from becoming the social deviants they had been before imprisonment. Since beginning the program, the amount of people returned to the prison had dropped over 20 percent.

The officer sighed. With everything presented to him, he'd have no choice but to try and comply to the prisoner's wishes. He stood up to send some e-mails. This meeting was over.

"Have a good day, Midoriya. Keep behaving", he mumbled before closing the door.

"Yes, officer", the man replied as he stood up to return to his cell. He couldn't wait.

Izuku was getting tired. His hands were losing their grip and his head was lolling back and forth.

It wasn't a surprise. The meds the boy was on were known to cause drowsiness. The doctor had checked other similar meds as well but found that this one was the best for this cause despite the side-effects. He had given them a second one to try as well but that had caused Izuku a serious stomach ache. They wouldn't use that anymore. It had been a terrible evening in the hospital room's bathroom.

The day had already been a very busy one too. It had been an emotional rollercoaster for little Izuku. He had both laughed and cried already. And knowing the little boy, his brain must've been going at a 120% all this time, trying to both take everything in and consider all the options at the same time. The two men were beginning to consider getting the boy tested. His IQ was bound to be high.

Aizawa and All Might could forgive the boy for feeling a bit tired. Had they been in the same situation, they would have surely already been asleep in the playground's ball pit or something.

"You see a calm room anywhere?" Aizawa asked, eyeing a map as they passed one.

"There's one about two shops over", All Might said fixing his grip on the boy. Izuku was out like a light.

Both adults decided that they'd need to sit down for a while and let the boy have his nap in peace.

Aizawa and All Might found the room. It was designed for mothers with babies in need of breast feeding as well as for people with anxiety in case the noisy mall proved too much for them.

There were sofas and armchairs with dividers in between to make them a bit more private. A radio was playing calming music and there was a bookshelf on one of the walls. It was full of books of all genres as well as the latest issue of most magazines in the market.

There was a small coffee buffet for the tired customers. Coffee, tea and biscuits were available with no extra charge. You simply paid at the door. Like with a parking meter. You'd put in money that would amount to hours and minutes that you could spend in the room. You could add yourself hours after entering as well if your situation changed and you needed more time.

It was a very nice addition to the mall and was almost always full when the mall had its busy hours.

It was a good thing that it was a working day and early to the day. Izuku might've not taken a full room so well. He was still anxious with strangers and being in a closed space with so many would've surely got him going.

All Might and Aizawa took an hour and settled on a sofa. They nodded to a young mother in the room with them and Aizawa went to fetch a cup of coffee. The mother would leave in a couple minutes, leaving the trio alone in the room.

All Might had lifted Izuku down from his shoulders, deciding to place him in between the two adults on the sofa. Izuku curled his legs in his sleep, mumbling something as the hero placed the small head onto his lap.

Aizawa was sour. He got the legs, which were hardly even touching him. He wouldn't feel satisfied petting those. He'd do it of course. He would've just preferred to run his hand through the curly green hair instead. Well, at least Izuku had slept on his chest before. Aizawa would hold onto that sweet memory during tough times like these.

"Have you made the call already?" All Might suddenly asked. He had a serious expression on his face which was unlike the man when he wasn't working. As a hero, he was serious. He was known for his smile but inside he was all business. When you were in your hero uniform, you wouldn't play around.

"Hm?" Aizawa had been busy stirring his coffee, "Ah. Yeah, sure have."

"What did they say? Did you get a meeting arranged already?"

"If you can call it that. They want to meet the boy before deciding on anything else like the possible treatment and the best form of therapy."

"So they really think that he needs therapy", All Might sighed. That much was obvious seeing the situation the boy came from but he still would've liked to believe that everything was alright now that he was out of the house and his father in jail. Guess these things weren't so simple after all.

"They want to offer him a way to go through his past and come to terms with it. That's what they told me."

The blond nodded, petting Izuku's head. He had been doing that all this time. It was therapeutic for him almost. Like petting a purring cat. Of course, Izuku was a human being not a pet. The man almost forgot that at times. Besides, you'd treat your pet like a family member so even if he did it wouldn't change things that much.

"Do they want to meet us as well? Have a nice interview and such?" All Might asked.

Aizawa took a huge gulp out of his coffee. Sadly, the beverage was already getting cold.

"Later yes. Not this time. They want to talk to Izuku alone", he explained, "They want nothing affecting the patient in the therapy situation."

"Makes sense I guess", All Might sighed loudly, running his free hand over his face, "Why is it that I can't seem to trust anyone anymore? I feel like something will go wrong with the whole therapy stuff."

Aizawa and All Might shared a long silence. The quiet music kept on playing in the background. The scene would've probably looked very weird for an outsider if it wasn't for the sleeping boy on the sofa. The two adults sitting there without a word, looking very stern as they did so, looked almost eerie. You know, like those twins from that horror movie.

"Is this what it feels like to be a father?" All Might finally mumbled.

"Must be", Aizawa agreed.

There was yet another moment of silence.

"By the way, I saw you put that cat onesie in the cart. Don't even try to deny it", Aizawa turned quickly, shooting a glare towards the man next to him. He had paid for that and it hadn't been cheap at all.

"You did? Isn't it cute? I'm going to put Izuku in it tonight!" All Might seemed oblivious to the glare he had just been given and the underline hatred it contained.

"I liked the bear one better. It would've looked much cuter", Aizawa huffed. All the while his hands made something that looked like a sign for taking a picture with a camera and a thumbs up.

All Might did the latter as well. Good thing he had remembered to throw in new memory cards as well.

Izuku woke up slowly. He stretched his legs and arms like a starfish, rubbing his eyes afterwards.

He usually woke up with a bolt, awake and ready to go in a matter of seconds. It was necessary when you lived in an abusive situation. You never knew what you'd have to do or what punishment was awaiting you right afterwards.

It had been quite a bit of work to teach the kid that washing your teeth and face in the morning were something you should do. Izuku had been trying to bolt right back into the kitchen this morning as well, when Aizawa had tried to help him wash his teeth.

Aizawa was quick to snap a picture of the adorable scene unfolding in front of him. All Might was unable to do the same, his phone was in his pocket which was under the boy. He didn't have the heart to shove his hand in there and take the phone. It might spook the boy too.

The result, Aizawa got a new background image and All Might was left with nothing.

"You'll have to pay me if you want a copy", the raven head whispered with a mean smile.

All Might felt terrible for having wasted such a good chance. Remembering that he'd get his kitty onesie pictures later helped a bit.

"Had a good nap?" he asked the boy.

Aizawa was helping Izuku wipe off the drool from his cheek with a napkin. There was some on All Might's pants as well. All Might didn't mind. Izuku looked sorry for it and even tried to wipe it off. It was useless. It would have to go to get washed tonight.

"Hm", the boy nodded, "Did I sleep long?"

"An hour almost", All Might checked the time.

"Sorry."

"For what? If you need a nap then you nap!" the hero smiled wide, "I think you should've slept for another hour."

Aizawa leaned in, "What the blockhead is trying to say is that we don't mind at all. The morning was very tiring and the meds are there too. It's no surprise you had to have a little nap."

Izuku nodded.

All Might seemed to have deflated. Was he really that hard to understand? Was it the English he was so used to adding in to his sentences?

"Are you up for some lunch then? I bet we're all a bit hungry", All Might suggested.

The trio had left the room and were currently lazily walking around the mall, looking at the many shops and everything else in there. It was really a huge place. It looked like the ceiling could touch the sky. That was how high it looked.

Izuku kept staring at one child. He knew it was rude but the boy seemed so familiar. He just couldn't find the name. It was bothering him quite a bit. He was usually good at remembering things.

Suddenly, there was a scream and quick steps.

"It's a robbery! They have a gun!" someone screamed.

"Someone! Call the police!" another scream.

"Are there any heroes here?! They have hostages!" one asked.

Aizawa and All Might stared first at each other then checked the little boy in between them. There was some fear in the boy's eyes but he seemed almost more excited than scared. Well, a Villain usually meant that there would be Heroes too. The two seldom came separately. It was a package deal. Besides, the boy was used to Villains. He had lived with one for years. He just wanted to see some Pro Heroes.

All Might and Aizawa knew that at least one of them would have to take action and interfere. It was a hostage situation and there was no telling how quick the police could get there and if they could even solve the situation. The mall's guards were already running to the scene, against the mass of terrified shoppers.

"I'll go", All Might told with a low voice. He didn't want Izuku to hear.

"My Quirk is more useful in a situation like this. I'll go", Aizawa argued.

They knew that they both had to go and leave the boy. They didn't want to do it but they had to. There was still no sign of other heroes or the police and the situation was gradually getting worse. There were gunshots now and angry shouts coming from the shop the Villains were in.

Izuku got a better look at the boy. His eyes lit up.

"Kacchan!" Izuku shouted, waving his hands madly. He looked he could take flight any minute now. That was just how hard he waved.

The blond noticed the other boy. He had been shopping with his mother when the Villains had attacked. The two were currently trying to make sense of the situation and try to squeeze through the people running away. Where was the calm from this morning? Where had all these people come from?

"Deku?!" Bakugou shouted. He couldn't believe his eyes or ears. First of all, he hadn't expected to see the boy again. Second, the couldn't believe that the boy just went and called for him. He was a bully. Izuku wasn't his friend.

The two families met in the middle where there weren't as many people.

"Isn't that the Midoriya's kid?" Bakugou's mother asked, "The one you always play with?"

The blond nodded, a blush on his cheeks.

"I don't always play with him mom", he mumbled, "We aren't even friends."

"Don't say such things! Hello, I'm Kacchan's mom", Mitsuki Bakugou introduced herself, bowing deep, "Thank you for always playing with Katsuki, Izuku."

The two really looked alike, both had a spiky blond hair and their eyes were really similar looking too. The two heroes wondered if the boy had gotten anything from his father's side.

Izuku blushed, shaking his head furiously, "N-No problem!"

"Good timing", All Might huffed as he hastily introduced himself and Aizawa, not with their hero names of course, "Could you look after our son for a minute? We have someplace to be right now."

"O-Of course", the woman nodded, confused. She hadn't known that these were little Izuku's parents. She had met Hisashi before and even Inko. She had never heard the two mention anything about these two men in front of her. Maybe they were his uncles or something. Distant relatives?

"Thank you so much!" All Might nodded, already running to the scene, Aizawa hot on his heels, "We'll be back soon!"