Aizawa sat quietly in the hospital room listening to the steady beeping and humming of the machines. All Might was snoring loudly too but Aizawa was trying not to pay attention to that. He was getting bored. He had already read through every terrible gossip magazine he had found in the waiting hall and drank a jug of vending machine coffee. To top it all off, a nurse had brought him a hospital meal. A terribly bland one. But Aizawa had thanked her and ate the whole thing as he had been hungry.

Both All Might and the guard had fallen asleep already and had been asleep all this time. In the end, Aizawa had been the one to look after the patient throughout the night. It was well into the day and the two still hadn't moved a muscle. Though neither had the patient. Hisashi had remained unconscious just like the nurse had said. He had moved his eyes beneath the closed eyelids and moved a hand slightly, but not woken up. There was still hope. Hisashi's condition had remained stable through the night.

Aizawa felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He almost jumped to the ceiling, having been taken by surprise by the sudden noise. He quickly took the phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Mic. Why would he call at this hour? Aizawa had told him to only call when something bad had happened.

Aizawa's eyes widened and he quickly pressed the green icon on the screen, "Yes? Mic what is it? Is it bad? What happened?"

Mic's voice was a rushed whisper. Aizawa had a hard time understanding what the man said at first. There was also a lot of background noise, making understanding the man that much more difficult.

"What? Talk louder. I can't hear you", Aizawa told him. He couldn't believe he was saying this. Usually he told Mic the complete opposite, to keep it quiet.

"We've been kidnapped! Me and Izuku!"

Aizawa sighed, "Mic, seriously? Kidnapped? Can't you come up with anything else? I'm not in a mood for your games right now. I had an all-nighter, drank terrible coffee and had to listen to that jerk snore so loud it sounded like an earthquake. I'm seriously not in the mood for you now."

"No, no! Don't end the call! I'm dead serious!" Mic whispered, "I promise! I'm not joking this time! I know I've pranked you a couple times in the past but I'm dead serious right now! We've been kidnapped!"

'It's a bit more than a couple times, buddy', Aizawa thought to himself, 'I still haven't forgotten or forgiven that salt and sugar swap.'

Aizawa could hear the desperation in Mic's voice. This man wasn't lying. Something had really happened.

"Where are you now?" Aizawa asked, "Is Izuku with you? Are you two alright?"

"Izuku is with me, yeah. I-I don't really know where we are but this is real bad", Mic told him, "There was this shady character and his dog in the park."

"A shady character and a dog?" Mic was doubting this again. This was beginning to sound like some bad television drama. He knew Mic watched those a lot.

"Yeah, like real shady! Literally! And then we went like BAM! The next thing I knew we were in a bar and there were all these Villains!"

"Wait a second! Villains? Are you really alright? Is Izuku alright?"

"We're both fine. Izuku is actually smiling and laughing", Mic held his phone up so that Aizawa could hear the boy's squeals of joy.

"What is your address? I'll come there right now!" Aizawa couldn't wrap his mind around this. The two had met some guy at a park, something had happened and now they were surrounded by Villains was what he had managed to gather from this. Why would Izuku be laughing like that? He just couldn't understand.

His blood ran cold as he heard a new, unknown voice on the phone, "Hello. This is Kurogiri. Your friend can't come to the phone right now. Please hold the line."

"Mic? Mic?! What did you do to him? Who are you?"

"Kurogiri. Don't make me repeat myself. I'm Izuku's godfather. Izuku is alright though I can't say the same about your friend here."

"Bastard! What did you do to him?!"

"We've done nothing to him! You really are quick to jump into conclusions. Just because we are Villains doesn't mean that we beat up anyone we meet."

"But Mic is-"

"A hero? Yes, we are aware of that", Kurogiri's voice was as calm as ever.

"I want to talk to him!"

"I'm afraid you can't do that right now."

"Why not? What have you done to him?" anger found its way into Aizawa's voice. No one hurt his friend without his permission. He was the only one who could hurt Mic without consequences.

"He is unconscious. All I did was offer him a sandwich. I guess he has soiled himself as well."

"What did you do?"

"As I said. I did absolutely nothing. Neither did the others."

"The others? How many of you are there even?"

"Four plus Izuku."

"And you are really Izuku's godfather?"

"Yes. You can ask the father if you don't believe me."

"I wish I could", Aizawa mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget it. I need to come there. What is your address?"

Surprisingly, Kurogiri gave him the address. He even welcomed him to come and join them, telling he'd have a warm meal ready for him.

"Hey. Wake up", Aizawa shook the guard's shoulder. He had already packed the small bag he had with him. Now he'd have to tell someone that he was going. Not to scare or surprise anyone when they realized that he was gone.

"Hmm? What? Has something happened?" the guard yawned. He way too slow to wake up. The man was supposed to be a professional guard. What if someone had attacked him while he was like this? Would he be able to protect himself?

"I need to go", Aizawa whispered. He didn't want to wake All Might. Though whispering was hardly necessary. The man was such a heavy sleeper. They could've shouted for all Aizawa knew.

The guard opened his eyes, "Eraserhead? Where are you going? What about Hisashi?"

"I'm sorry. Something came up. I have to go", Aizawa patted the man's shoulder, "You keep an eye on him for me. Call me right away if something happens."

"All Might. Should we wake him up?"

"No. Let him sleep. He is like an angry bear when you wake him up", Aizawa told him, "I'll take care of this."

"Are you sure? What happened?"

"Mic called me. He needs me there for something. You can tell All Might that everything is fine and that he should just stay put. He is more useful here."

"A-Alright. I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Thank you. I'll be going then", Aizawa nodded his thanks as he opened the door. He had a weird look in his eyes and that got the guard's attention.

"E-Eraserhead!"

"What?"

"Just be careful, okay? I wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything. I mean, it is my responsibility to-"

"It's alright. You really are an excellent guard. Sorry for doubting you earlier", and Aizawa was off.

"Huh? Doubt?"

Aizawa didn't doubt stealing All Might's car keys for even a second. It was like stealing candy from a kid. Easy. Aizawa just took them from his chest pocket and left. All Might didn't even react and just kept on sleeping.

"I promise she won't get even a single scratch", the raven head had whispered as he pocketed the keys.

"Alright. Then we need to set the mood", Aizawa mumbled as he sat on the driver's seat. Having put the seatbelt on, he flipped the radio on and chose a nice rock channel for his background music. He then put on his sunglasses and tied his hair back. It would just get in the way if it was open.

Aizawa started the car and stepped on the gas. The wheels screeched as the car left the parking space. He wouldn't hold pack today. Not when the situation was like this. To hell with his usual driving. Speed limits would be followed though. Even when not wearing his uniform, Aizawa was a hero. A hero had to be a positive role-model to everyone, even in traffic.

Aizawa stopped for a red light. Tapping the wheel he looked to his left. An woman behind her wheel looked at him with a weird look. Well, he was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses while driving such a huge car like All Might's was. It was to be expected. Aizawa had even prepared himself to take such feedback in advance.

It didn't take Aizawa that long to make it to the address Kurogiri had given him over the phone. The raven head had recognized the neighborhood right away. This was the neighborhood they had once driven to with the police right behind them. All their minds had been set on only one thing. Setting Izuku free and delivering his father the justice he deserved. Aizawa still got goosebumps when he thought about that day and everything that had happened during and after it. He would for the rest of his life.

A man was waiting for him in front of the door. He waved when Aizawa looked at him, gesturing him to come closer. Aizawa reluctantly did as he was told and stepped closer to the bar. He was already regretting his choice to not take his usual hero weapons with him. He'd always have his Quirk but those were really helpful too.

The place itself looked really nice, Aizawa noted. From the chalkboard sign on the front to the lights and other décor gave the bar's front a really cozy feel. Aizawa couldn't believe that this was a Villains' den.

"If it isn't Eraserhead", Kurogiri nodded his head and greeted the man, "Welcome in. Your friend has been waiting for you."

"Is Mic awake?" Aizawa asked. He had stopped in the doorway. Something told him not to go in. He bit his lip and took the final step. No, he couldn't run away now. His friend needed him.

"Yes. He woke up a couple minutes ago. I gave him some brandy to help him calm down his nerves but he didn't take it, refused even."

"No wonder. He doesn't like that stuff", Aizawa told him.

"Really? A shame. It would've helped."

The two entered the main room.

A mixed smell of cooking food, alcohol and tobacco hit Aizawa's nose. It wasn't necessarily an unpleasant smell and even fit the place in some sense. A jazz record was quietly playing in the background, accompanied by happy laughter and squeals of joy.

"Izuku! Look who came to visit", Kurogiri shouted, trying to get the boy's attention.

"Aizawa!" Izuku ran to the man from somewhere, hugging his legs, "Why are you here? Where's Yagi? How was work?"

Aizawa was bombarded with questions and his mind couldn't keep up. This situation was just too weird even for his mind to comprehend. He quickly nodded a couple times.

A huge black creature ran to Izuku, coming to a halt right next to the three of them. It made a low crumbling sound as it settled its body down on the floor. It kept its mad eyes on locked on Aizawa, panting loudly.

"This is Nomu. He is a good boy", Izuku explained, petting Nomu's beak.

"A pitbull mix?" Aizawa shot Kurogiri a look.

"Exactly", the man nodded.

"I came to see Mic", was what Aizawa finally said, "I came alone."

"Mic is over there! He didn't want to play with us", Izuku told him, pointing to a couch. Nomu nodded along as Izuku explained what they had done together during this time. He, Nomu and Tomura.

Aizawa followed the finger. He spotted Mic lying on the sofa, covered with blanket. There was a person there with him, staring at him from the opposite sofa. There was clear malice in that person's eyes.

"Hey! Get your hands off of him", Aizawa rushed to the scene, "Mic? Are you alright?"

"I didn't even touch him", the young man mumbled, backing away.

"The prince to the rescue", Mic sighed, "I'm fine. Just a bit shaken. This guy kept staring at me though."

"Tomura didn't mean anything bad", Izuku told them, "He was just curious. Right?"

Tomura nodded with a snort. He now focused on biting his fingernails.

"Sorry about that. Tomura can be a brat at times. Don't mind him and he'll lose interest", Kurogiri nodded.

Aizawa was lucky that Stain had left about ten minutes ago, mumbling something about work. Izuku had been disappointed but happy that he had got to talk about heroes with the man once again. It had been long since the last time. Uncle Stain was always so interested in his Hero Analysis notebooks, reading every detail Izuku had written there and even going as far as to ask questions.

"So, anyone up for a late lunch?" Kurogiri suddenly asked, "It will be out of the oven and ready to eat in a couple more minutes."

"Me! Me!" Izuku cheered, "Mac and cheese!"

"Izuku. Remember your manners."

"Sorry."

The food was surprisingly good, the two males had to admit. Though the butterflies in their stomachs prevented them from enjoying it to the fullest. It felt like having a rock just lying there, a heavy feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

Both heroes were in desperate need of a good meal. Aizawa hadn't eaten since that bland hospital meal he hardly finished and Mic had last eaten with Izuku in the morning. Both their stomachs had growled at the sight and smell of a warm meal.

"This tastes like shit", Tomura mumbled in between the loud chewing and mouthfuls of food.

"Then why are you eating it like a starved animal? You don't need to if you don't like it", Kurogiri shot back. He was sitting at the end of the table. Kurogiri himself didn't eat. It was very hard to eat when your body was made of smoke. He was wishing that the others could tell him how the food tasted so he could possibly make it better next time.

"How is it? It's not too salty?" Kurogiri asked the two heroes, leaning in. He tried his best to sound as casual and friendly as possible. The blond was still shaking like a leaf and the other stared at him like he wanted to kill him where he was seated.

"G-G-Good! Not too salty at all!" Mic replied. He tried to laugh a bit at the end but it sounded more like a squeak of a mouse.

"It's really good. Could I get the recipe?" Aizawa took the polite route.

"Of course! I'd be happy to share", Kurogiri seemed happy, "We could exchange recipes."

"Sound good", the raven head nodded, "I have some good ones as well."

The lunch was rather lively.

Kurogiri kept trying to keep the conversation alive and Aizawa complied. Izuku piped in from time to time and Mic tried his best to comment as well. He was still shaken so it was difficult for him. It didn't help that Tomura seemed pissed off for some reason. The young man kept kicking the seat opposite to him which so happened to be Mic's, growling and swearing when Kurogiri wasn't listening.

"So you're Izuku's godfather?" Aizawa asked.

The group were still sitting by the table. Kurogiri had served them dessert which consisted of ice cream and chocolate cake. The ice cream was store bought but the man had done the cake himself. This one wasn't as good as the Mac and Cheese. The chocolate he had used was way too dark and he hadn't balanced it with anything else. The result, the cake was almost bitter, not sweet.

"Y-You don't have to eat it Izuku", Kurogiri told Izuku, "I know it must taste terrible. Here, have some more ice cream."

Izuku's face was scrunched up. He hadn't expected the cake to taste like that. The last cake he had eaten had been super sweet and amazing. This one tasted really bad. Izuku didn't like it at all. Yet he didn't want to be rude to Kurogiri when he knew the man had tried his best. He swallowed another spoonful of the stuff.

"Ah, yes. I am his godfather", Kurogiri nodded, "Izuku, spit it out. You don't need to eat it."

"Hmmmm!" Izuku mumbled as Kurogiri made him drink a glass of milk and took the rest of the cake away. He took the other plates as well, dumping their contents to the bin.

"So, more ice cream anyone?"

Kurogiri ended up brewing coffee for them as a sign of an apology. He fetched some cookies for Izuku as well. The cake and ice cream were soon forgotten.

"You must be surprised", Kurogiri seemed to smile, "A group of Villains befriending Izuku like this. He really has us all wrapped around his pinky, even Tomura. He actually attacked a guy who he thought stared at the boy in a wrong way."

Tomura chewed his fingers but nodded, agreeing with Kurogiri, "I would've ripped his eyes out."

"Considering his father's job, not really", Aizawa shook his head, "I'm just relieved to know that he had such a place to come to. You were aware of his home life, right?"

"Very aware, but it's not like I could do anything. I couldn't possibly call the police or anyone else. Instead, I made sure that he got everything he needed when he visited us. Thinking back, I know I should've taken him out of there."

"Hisashi is in prison now. My friend has been named Izuku's legal guardian at this time", Aizawa watched Izuku sleep on Kurogiri's lap, "He is staying with us now. We have a lot to work with but we think he's happy."

"I guessed that much. To be honest, I've been keeping an eye on you three. I got alarmed when I saw him with another hero. I even thought you had abandoned him. Sorry for doubting you like that. You must simply be busy with your work."

Mic had begun to relax as well, though he had his body glued to his friend's side. He still couldn't believe how nice the Villains were being to them. He had been ready to have a full on fight in the bar when Aizawa arrived. Instead, the man had welcomed them in and offered them lunch. Mic was still waiting for an ulterior motive. Maybe he was still trying to kidnap the boy or even kill the two of them.

"It's not really that", Aizawa sighed. He'd have to tell this man what had happened to one of his good friends.

"Hisashi. Hisashi is in hospital right now. He has been unconscious for nearly a day. We spent the night in there looking after him, All Might and myself."

Kurogiri sighed, his voice disappointed, "How is he?"

"Broken bones and a concussion", Aizawa explained, "We'll be updated as the nurses and doctors check him further. He is stable though and not in danger of slipping away from us anymore."

"'He only got what he deserved' you must be thinking", Kurogiri lowered his head, "I never knew him before his wife died but I'm sure it affected him greatly. Made him the man he is now you might even say. He really loved his wife. He tried to love Izuku as well. He really did. I guess he didn't have the strength to do so anymore."

"How was he? When you first met?" Mic asked.

"He came to us looking for work. He had done some little crimes already and seemed like a good man for the job so I sent him to see the boss", the man begun, "Izuku was with him that day. He told me that he couldn't leave him home alone so he had to tag along. Izuku was so small. Like a doll. I got to hold him while Hisashi was away."

Both Aizawa and Mic knew the man had been smitten right away. He didn't admit it but the two knew.

"He wasn't afraid of me. He whined a bit when Hisashi left but quickly settled onto my lap. We were together for about an hour. After Hisashi had worked for us for a month, he named me the boy's godfather. Told me I was the only man for the job."

"Why didn't you adopt the boy?" Aizawa asked. He felt an odd connection with the Villain. The three of them weren't enemies in this situation. They were equals, friends even.

"Hisashi is stubborn like a mule", Kurogiri laughed a bit, "No matter how bad the situation was, he would raise the boy on his own. He told me it was the least he could do to his wife. He must've gotten terribly lost somewhere. I won't say that I don't blame myself for it because that would be a lie. Working with us definitely did nothing to help."

It was hard to hear that all from a Villain. Mic and Aizawa knew they shouldn't believe the man and just leave this place as soon as possible but somehow they couldn't. This man knew Izuku and his father. Maybe he could tell them something.

"How has Izuku been?" Hisashi carefully pet the boy's hair, watching him sleep so peacefully, "Has he been happy?"

"I don't think I'm the one to tell you that", Aizawa said, "But he has been smiling a lot more these past weeks. Lately, he has dropped the Mr. before our names."

"I see", Kurogiri was quiet for a moment, "I'm glad."

"It hasn't come without work. We're seeing a psychologist and a doctor regularly."

"Of course. It's only normal in a situation like this, right? How is his schooling?"

"We've been teaching him for now. He is very smart for his age and situation though. We do want to get him into a daycare as soon as possible. He needs to develop the necessary social skills."

"He is a bit clumsy with those. He can't really read the mood that well", Kurogiri nodded, "I feel like he'd enjoy meeting other kids his age. I want him to make a lot of friends."

"Don't we all?"

Aizawa and Mic ended up staying for three hours. Izuku had a nice after lunch nap and the three adults got to talk. Tomura had fallen asleep as well, not bothering them with his constant presence.

"Will you come again?" Kurogiri asked, "I could make sure we're empty."

"Thank you but maybe it's better if you came to our place", Aizawa thanked the man for the offer. He was struggling to hold Izuku on his arms. The boy was growing up. He had gained quite a lot of weight already.

"Really? Is that okay with you?"

"It's less of a trouble to everyone. I can talk to All Might about it. He'll agree", Aizawa reassured him.

"Thank you. I just want to know he's doing alright."

"Come with us to the hospital. You deserve to be there too. You're family. More than we are."

"I'll do that", Kurogiri nodded as he flipped the 'OPEN' sign to 'CLOSED'. He then shouted something to Tomura who would stay in and closed and locked the door.

"W-We have a car so no more teleporting or whatever", Mic said nervously, playing with his fingers.

"Oh, that. Sorry. I just thought you wouldn't come with me had I asked you to", Kurogiri smiled.

"Well I certainly wouldn't", Mic had to agree.

Aizawa drove the car to the hospital. Kurogiri and Mic sat in the back.

"Have you called All Might already? Explained the situation and all that", Mic asked.

"Nope", Aizawa kept his eyes on the road, "Let's surprise him."