Izuku looked up at the HPSC building. The skyscraper in the middle of Tokyo was one of the tallest in the area. Standing proudly in front of the entrance was a statue of All Might, and as they entered, they found themselves in a large reception hall. Miruko didn't hesitate a moment to accompany Izuku to the elevators and then up.

"Word of advice, the Witch Queen can sense weakness like a shark senses blood, so whatever you do, act strong."

"A-Are you sure it's necessary?"

"Trust me, I've dealt with her a lot when I was younger. 'No Miruko, you need a proper agency', 'No Miruko, you can't beat up a journalist just because he tried to sneak in the onsen you rented', 'No Miruko, having a Hero License is not the same as having a driving license', she is always nagging."

"I mean, you have a driving license now, right?" Izuku asked.

Miruko looked away.

"Wait you-"

"Oh look, we made it, chop chop Valiant, before the Witch Queen gets bored." She said as the elevator's doors opened, pushing him out.

"I assure you I'm not bored, Miruko." A voice from her left said. They both turned around to see the Wit- the HPSC President staring at them with a cold, calculating look. Miruko laughed awkwardly. "Ahahah, good morning madame President."

"Good morning Miruko, want to come in and sit down?" She said, pointing to the office.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really." The President replied, "I'm afraid no one can resist the Witch Queen." She said with enough frost in her voice that Izuku swore he was frozen solid. The President's eyes moved to him. "And you are Valiant, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good. Come, we have a lot to talk about."

They made it past the desk of the President's secretary and in her large, elegant office. Pictures of past HPSC Presidents were hung on the walls, all of them looking as serious as the woman sitting down at the desk in the center of the room. Besides them, in the room was also a man with beige, messy hair, who seemed on the verge of falling into a coma.

"This is Yokumiru Mera." The President said gesturing towards him, "He is from the Heroes-in-Training Department. You can imagine why he is here."

"To tell me what a great job I did with training my Intern?" Miruko tried.

"… In a way, I suppose." She turned to Izuku, "Now, Valiant…"

"You don't need to call me by my Hero name." Izuku said.

"I like to keep a level of professionalism up, if you don't mind. Your Hero name is your identity, as far as the HPSC is concerned. Izuku Midoriya is just the guy that wears the mask."

Alright, well that didn't sound ominous at all. "I see…"

"Now, let's cut the chase. Give me a rundown of what happened. The full report, leave nothing out."

Izuku nodded. He had been taught how to compile a report by Miruko, so he knew more or less how to go at it. He was interrupted a couple times as he recounted the events of the riot and the bank, but only to clarify a few things.

"You didn't know he was a journalist?" The President asked when it came to the meeting with Taneo Tokuda.

"Wha- No! I saved everyone around the bank." Izuku shook his head, "I only found out one of them was a journalist this morning."

"And then you went back to try and save others?"

"Well, yeah, that's what a Hero should do, right?"

"It's definitely what they should do, yes." She replied, before looking at Miruko, "Have you compiled the Internship report?"

"Yeah. But I don't have it with me. Leotards have an unfortunate lack of pockets."

"You could wear at least a belt with pockets…"

"But it ruins my aesthetic!" Miruko replied, and the President sighed.

"Alright. Give me a rundown of your opinion on his Internship." The President said.

Miruko nodded, even as Izuku stiffened, unsure if he wanted to hear what she had to say. What if she hadn't liked his performance? He thought he was doing things right, but maybe Miruko as an experienced Hero would have higher standards, so…

"Could you stop?" The President said, and Izuku's jaw closed shut, realizing he had started speaking out loud. Miruko next to him winked, while the HPSC President sighed, "The hope of Japan's Heroics... Go ahead, Miruko."

"Sure. The kid is great." Izuku stared at her, "He has been an amazing Intern. I didn't have any before, so maybe I'm biased, but he has been learning well. A week isn't that long a time, but he has adapted well to my style of patrol, never really complains, and boy does he ask a lot of questions. He's a chatterbox, but never lets that screw him over. Overall, I'd call the Internship nothing short of a success."

"Would you take him in again as a long-term Intern?"

"Once he has the Provisional License? Sure, I basically already made the offer."

Izuku felt tears swell in his eyes. Miruko was saying all that! She had a good opinion of him! Oh god he was going to cry…

"Please don't cry, Valiant." The President said. Izuku did his best to not start the fountains, even as Miruko chuckled next to him. "You need to work on that personality of yours."

"Eh, I think it adds to the charm." Miruko shrugged, "The kid wears his heart on his sleeve. It's cute."

The President grumbled, and waited a moment for Izuku to wipe away the tears, sighing as he did. "I don't think that's necessarily a good thing. Whatever, we will take what we have. Mera, do you have it?"

Mera nodded, and quickly pulled out a plastic card before sliding it over the desk toward Izuku. He blinked. Uh, that was a Provisional Hero License.

With his picture on it.

"… Is that what I think it is?"

"Congratulations kid. I think you just shattered a record." Yokumiru Mera said in the least interested tone possible, yawning loudly, "You really have a talent, I suppose."

Izuku stared at the Provisional Hero License, before looking up. "I-Isn't this a bit soon?! I thought most people got their Provisional Licenses in their second year!"

The president scoffed, "Valiant, if you were anywhere further in your education, I'd have instantly given you a Pro Hero License. The only reason we went for the Provisional one is that, after talking with Nedzu, we agreed that you dropping out of your education entirely at this stage is too sudden and would raise questions of excessive favoritism."

"Th-This isn't favoritism?"

"Oh, it absolutely is, but the Provisional License can be explained away, with people like All Might and Endeavor having also obtained their provisional License at the end of their first year. The Pro Hero License to a fifteen-year-old is a bit harder to sell." She shook her hand, gesturing to drop the topic, "Don't worry about it, right now you are the most popular teenager this side of the Pacific, you could spit in All Might's face on live TV and most people would still call you golden child."

"I would never!"

"It was an hyperbole. The point is, whether you like it or not everyone in Japan loves you right now, and keeping you cooped up in UA isn't an option, because you have been pretty much painted as the only one smart enough to stop the League's plan. So, you are going to go to school, while also taking the Internship with Miruko. People want to know Valiant is on the street, this will soothe them."

Izuku's eyes remained fixed on the Provisional Hero License. This was… This was so soon! So sudden too! "I… I don't know what to say."

"I will then!" Miruko shouted, grabbing him and dragging him in a one-armed hug, "You did it Valiant! You became a Hero!"

"Provisional." The President clarified.

"Doesn't matter! And he is supposed to be my Intern! That's great! Miruko and Valiant, destroyers of the Green Valley Clan!" she declared proudly, ignoring Izuku's onsetting suffocation. Granted, being squashed between Miruko's arm and her boobs was a blessed way to die, but Izuku wasn't exactly on board with it right now.

Thankfully, she let him go. "You alright, kid?"

"Y-Yes! I was just… a bit overwhelmed."

"Understandable." The president said, "To un-overwhelm you, we will use paperwork. I need you to sign these documents."

Mera pushed over a pile of paperwork, and Izuku nodded.

"By the way, we will also need you to make an appearance in a few days at a big press event. You will talk with the people hit by the attack, the Heroes hit by them will be present, the Top 10 will apologize for failing to protect everyone while also giving their side of the story, all the jazz."

Izuku whimpered.

"Oh, grow a pair."

-x-

"I just got a message on the Society Lapdogs Network." Shigaraki announced.

"What is it?" Dabi asked.

"Apparently, they want me to appear at some event on Wednesday." He groaned, "You think I can say no?"

"Y-"

"Heck no, you don't!" Hina shouted, grabbing the phone, "It says you are supposed to bring a plus one."

"And?"

"I'm coming with you." She said.

"What?! Why?!" Shigaraki asked, leaning back from the woman a bit.

"Are you joking? An event with Heroes means there will be female pros!" Hina growled, "Spandex was the greatest creation in human history."

"Didn't you have that whole thing about your 'girlfriend' just being in denial?" Compress asked, confused.

"A fisherman doesn't stop fishing just because they caught one prey." Hina defended.

"And they certainly don't stop fishing when they have been starving for years- ooof." Dabi's snide remark was cut short by an elbow in the gut. "Fucking bitch…"

"What was that, Crispy McCorpse?!" The woman asked.

"You are a fucking bitch, ma'am."

"Good." Hina nodded, turning back around, "We are going. You better be dressing well."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Shigaraki asked.

"No."

He sighed. No one ever told him that being the boss of a Villain gang meant being manhandled around by a crazy lesbian yandere.

Or maybe it was just him?

-x-

Himiko kept pacing up and down the room. The moment she had arrived, she had dragged Masutaro to her room, because she needed advice immediately. "What have I done?!"

"You invited him to a date." Mustard replied, "Good on you."

"B-But why did I do that?!"

"… I mean, wasn't that for your anniversary or something like that?"

"I meant why did I feel the need to do that right now! I never thought about it until this morning!" She sighed, "What was I thinking?! I should call him and cancel before-"

"No! No, no, no!" Mustard stopped her arm inches from the phone, "If you do that, he will think something is wrong and worry about you."

"Would he?"

"It's Izukun we are talking about."

"… Valid argument." She sighed, "But I still don't get why… Why I did this!" She could see him tilt his head unconvinced, and she turned bright red, "I-I really don't know."

"So, this morning you saw the news about Izuku becoming a nationwide celebrity for stopping… Handjob." He said, and she snorted at the name.

"I… Yes."

"And then, I assume, you read the comments." He added.

"Yeah?"

"How many were teenage girls thirsting over him? Because unless my samples were odd ones out, there are a lot of girls into him right now."

"I-It doesn't matter!" She shouted, shaking her hand, while knowing she was turning bright red, "I-Izuku can have as many girls as he wants! I don't care! We are in a relationship of convenience! Heck, him having a full harem would be hot- I mean nice! Yeah, nice!"

"Himiko." She looked at him, Mustard sighing, "You know why no one ever, ever doubts you and Izukun are in a relationship?"

"I…"

"It's because you have a crush on him, and a huge one." Mustard said, and Himiko bit her lip while staggering back.

"N-No. It's a relationship of pure convenience. Nothing more. You are imagining things. We are good actors. I-I…"

"Really? Then it's alright if I call the two girls I met during my internship that liked Izuku and tell them he is free to get, right?"

Her eyes went wide as he pulled out his phone, and she reflexively pulled out a knife and threw it, impaling the device against the back wall. Mustard stared at his broken phone, then slowly turned toward Himiko. "What the hell, Himiko."

"Th-This means nothing!" She tried to defend weakly.

"Ok, first, you are lucky I save my stuff in the cloud, or I would be really pissed right now. Second," He cleared his throat, "Oh yeah, this definitely means nothing. You stab cellphones every day."

Himiko took a deep breath, then sat down on the bed. "This means nothing…" She mumbled.

"Can I make a guess at what happened now? You saw the news, you saw the comments, saw Izukun is about to get really popular, and figured you wanted to stake your claim before someone else comes in and nabs him."

"I…" She sighed. It was that, wasn't it? She could feel the thirst in her mouth, the need to bite into Izuku her fangs both literally and metaphorically. She was… She was in love. She had known that since the Sport Festival, when she had k-k-kissed him on the cheek at one point, but now… Was she really trying to go further? "What do I do if I… if I…"

"If you feel the need to stab him and drink his blood?" Mustard asked, and she slowly nodded. "I don't know."

"What?!"

"I mean, saying 'don't do it' won't really change your needs, right?" He asked, and she slowly nodded, "Then… I guess be honest about it."

"Wh-What?! I can't! It's disgusting! It's terrible! It's wrong!" Mustard looked at her, but Himiko kept looking down, "I-I was always t-told to keep it all in. When I couldn't I fr-freed myself, but… But I k-killed people… For it…"

"Himiko…"

"I know I-Izuku wants to b-be a Hero, but… But can he fall in love with a murderer? With a girl obs-obsessed with blood and stabbing?" She breathed in, "I don't know…"

"Hey." Mustard put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked at him. The boy was… worried. "Hey. Look, I've been hanging out with you for more than a year by now. Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Yes?"

"Izukun probably likes you."

Himiko froze. "What?!"

"It's the truth. I haven't asked him directly, so there is a small chance I'm wrong. But the way he looks at you, the way he listens and talks to you… It's not just a guy hanging out with you out of obligations."

"We are just friends…"

"So were we and Tooru." Mustard pointed out, "We just didn't take over a year of 'will they won't they' before deciding to take the following step."

"Ass…" Himiko punched him in the arm, but she sighed. "I don't know. How do I start that conversation? 'Oh Izuku, I know I'm actually a murderer, but could I please stab you to get some blood and then become your girlfriend'?"

"When you put it like that it's not the easiest question to ask…" Masutaro sighed, "Maybe start with the blood stuff."

"And if he doesn't like the fact I'm into blood?"

"Well at least you know. Getting in a relationship with you would probably be impossible without it though."

She wanted to say no, that she could have a normal relationship, that she could be a normal girl, but… She couldn't, could she?

"I will think about it." She finally said.

"Cool." Masutaro stood up, "Don't feel pressured into it. And please don't…" He paused, "Nevermind. I trust you."

"You were about to ask me to not kill Izuku, weren't you?"

"I trust you." She threw the pillow at him, "I deserve that."

"Yes you do." She replied, and he left the room, while she leaned back on the bed. 'Dating…' She had never thought about it, since… The stuff that happened. Could she do that? Could she… date someone? Have a happy relationship?

She sighed.

Sometimes Himiko really wished she was just normal.

-x-

Miruko wanted to drop Izuku at home, but taking a quick sweep around the street proved that a whole horde of journalists was clogging the front entrance.

"What do we do?"

Izuku asked.

Miruko smirked, as she parked in a nearby alley. "Stupid question kid. You have a Provisional License and I am here, so we are going to use a Hero's favorite method of entering." She jumped, reaching the top of the roof, Izuku following her. From there, he followed her as they jumped over the street, the journalists below not noticing them as they landed on the roof of Izuku's apartment complex.

The last part was just swinging in through an open window, and Izuku found himself in his apartment.

"Alright kiddo, you are home. I'm going to go, see you next week for your Internship." She waved her gloved hand and then disappeared up to the roof. Izuku wondered if it was really normal for a Hero to just sneak in through a window, but before he could question it any further, his room's door swung open.

"Izuku!" Hisashi shouted.

"Dad!" Izuku shouted.

"Izuku!" His mom shouted.

"Mom!" Izuku shouted.

"Kurogiri." A voice said from the closet.

"Aaaah!" The family, for once caught by surprise, shouted, before Izuku sighed and calmly opened the closet. "Hello, Izuku Midoriya."

"I don't want to talk with you." Izuku replied, "Six people are dead."

"… We kind of are the League of Villains, sir."

"I really want to punch you right now, but that would probably start a gang war. Dad, will I start a gang war if I punch him right now?" Hisashi shook his hand in a 'maybe' motion, "I might. What do you want?"

"Just congratulate you for the Provisional License on my master's behalf."

"Tomura?"

"All for One."

"Ah, right. Uh… Thanks- Wait a minute, how does he know about the License?!"

"I have to go." Kurogiri replied evasively, vanishing before Izuku could properly question him. Izuku sighed. Why was he so used to this side of his life that by now this was just another day?

"So… Should we talk first about my son being a Hero?" Hisashi asked.

"I-It's just a Provisional License!"

"And you are now a celebrity. I tell you son, I'm really happy I invested so much in keeping my family's real identity a secret." Hisashi smiled, "That said, we are moving."

"We… What?"

"Your father and I talked a bit." His mom said, "We have agreed that, between my pregnancy and your… new status…" She was trying really hard to hold in the waterworks. Izuku knew she had probably been crying a lot, if the floor being still humid was any indication.

"We can't stay in this small apartment. We will move to a bigger house, at least one with a fence." Hisashi glared at the door, where the journalists were probably amassing even as they spoke, "Electrified, possibly."

Izuku nodded. "Is this gonna be a problem for you?"

"Nah. In fact, this helped covering it up. Officially, Hisashi Midoriya has moved to Japan to work for his company in a higher position. Now, a year or so later, he has been given another promotion by the company. Of course he isn't happy, because it's pretty clear they did due to his son now being famous, but he will accept anyway to take care of his new child." Hisashi winked, and Izuku shook his head.

"I… See." He turned to his mom, "So, uhm… a sibling?"

"Yeah." His mom smiled a wobbly smile, "Yeah, I… I will admit I didn't expect it."

"I can imagine." Izuku said, "It's very, very surprising."

No one said anything for a bit, before Izuku's father started to laugh. "Oh my god, you two are just so stiff about it! Come on, let's go celebrate!"

Izuku and Inko looked at each other. They both smiled, and then started to laugh and cry in happiness as they hugged each other.

"Oh shit." Hisashi mumbled.

The resulting flood caused a few injuries among the journalists outside as Hisashi unceremoniously opened the door letting the tidal wave out of the apartment. When a Hero showed up for complaints about Quirk use, it took him no time to prove there was no Quirk involved. The Hero left whispering something about the world being a weird place, and that left behind the family with dinner time.

Izuku didn't think he had been so happy in his life, even after winning the Sports Festival. He went to sleep with a smile on his lips, after the best day of his life.

-x-

"He took it well." Inko smiled as she said that, sitting on the couch.

"Of course he would." Hisashi replied, "He is a good kid."

"I know." She shook her head, "I guess old worries never vanish completely."

"They don't. But you didn't tell him, after all." Hisashi said, sitting down next to her. Noticing her worried look, he smiled, "Don't worry, he is sound asleep."

"You didn't either, and I agree. We shouldn't tell him." Inko replied, "You know Izuku, he would feel all guilty over it."

Hisashi smiled, kissing his wife on the forehead. "Our son is a great person, isn't he?"

"He is." She smiled, "He really was all we ever needed."

Hisashi smiled fondly, hugging her while sitting next to the love of his life. When they had married, they had wanted more than one kid. After all, while his father had only had Hisashi, his grandfather had five children. A Yakuza leader was expected to at least try to ensure the survival of the clan.

But then Izuku had turned out to be Quirkless. For Hisashi, that didn't change a thing. His son was the most precious child in the world. He deserved everything his father could provide. But he knew that if he had other children, and if they had Quirks… Well that wouldn't make things easy. Not for Izuku, and especially not for the Clan. The Heir is Quirkless, they would say, so why not making the leader his sibling?

So Hisashi and Inko had agreed. Their son was perfect, and he was enough. They had done their best and avoided any incident… until they had let their guard down.

"We don't have to worry about it anymore."

"I know. He has a Quirk thanks to Shiggy, is now a famed future Hero, has grown up, has a girlfriend, will have his own family…" She sighed, "It's just… I never thought we'd be here again. I'm not sure we are ready."

Hisashi chuckled, "The Tiger of Musutafu, the scariest woman in Japan-" She hit him with a pillow, Hisashi responding by moving it aside and kissing her again. "I know Inko. It's gonna be a challenge. But we have each other, and we have Izuku. We can take care of another child. They will have a big brother that will love them, and two parents that will love them even more. Isn't that what a family is about?"

Inko smiled, leaning on Hisashi, her head against his shoulder. "You always have a way with words."

"Comes with being a Clan leader." He smiled, "Speaking of which, I got a call from Isana the other day. Apparently, Izuku has been using the Clan's intel recently."

Inko raised an eyebrow, "Is that bad?"

"It's smart." Hisashi replied, "Don't worry, I told Isana to keep me informed about what he passes to Izuku. He is investigating the Shie Hassaikai, apparently."

"Is the old man still alive?"

"In a coma. The real leader is some guy called Overhaul."

Inko frowned, "I never heard of him."

"Not surprising, he came to power just a few years ago, but he is strong. His Quirk is very dangero- No Inko."

"I just want to go talk to him." Inko said, making to stand up, "Explaining to him why hurting my son isn't a bad idea. I wanted to talk with Shiggy's son too, but for some reason Kurogiri won't answer."

"Yeah for some reason… Anyway, I think we shouldn't worry. Overhaul knows better than to get into the Clan's way, and if Izuku does decide to start a war, which I find unlikely, he will have the whole Clan behind him."

Inko sighed, "You are right. I guess I worried too much. After all, is not like Overhaul is doing something almost cartoonishly evil that would make Izuku absolutely desire to destroy him and everything he holds dear, right?"

Hisashi chuckled, "Of course not, he is just making some drugs, hardly the worst."

-x-

Overhaul sneezed. He was, unfortunately, touching Chronostasis as he did that, and his Quirk went off. Kurono had a second to go wide-eyed before he splattered against the back wall.

"… Wops." Overhaul said, before putting back together his assistant.

"… Please don't do that again." Kurono said. "Unless it's part of some kinky play…" He added in a whisper.

"What?" Overhaul asked, having walked to the sink and washed his face and the inside of his mask.

"Nothing! Just, 'Please don't do that again'. Definitely no whispers about wanting you to plow me like a rice field."

"… Ok. No promises though." Overhaul replied.

"On the rice field or never doing it again?" Kurono asked a bit anxiously.

"The never doing it again pa- Wasn't the part about the rice field something you didn't want to say?"

"Ahah, yeah, absolutely, definitely." Kurono coughed in his fiest, glancing to the side and pointedly ignoring Setsuno, one of the Eight Bullets, rolling his eyes at his attempt. "Something to say?"

"Just that watching you is like watching a man dying of thirst in the middle of the desert and somehow deciding to dodge every oasis for a pool of gasoline."

"Oh come on, we didn't do anything to deserve that." He said, while strapping the unconscious six years old child to the operating table.

"True." Overhaul replied, "We are perfectly good people." He said getting to work.

Kurono smiled. Overhaul was absolutely lovely while he focused his all on his task, an artist with a piano, except that piano was alive. He didn't understand why everyone said he was wearing rose-tinted glasses, this was a fantastic man to love.

He could almost feel Setsuno roll his eyes again, but it wasn't like he could understand his thoughts.

"I can, you are incredibly easy to read." Setsuno replied.

Kurono ignored him, shaking his head and checking his phone. "By the way, Kai, what's the plan with this League of Villain business? They seem to be getting a lot of attention."

"We'll keep an eye on them. Once the product is finished, we can use them to expand the market, especially if they are really linked with the Green Valley Clan." Overhaul replied. Kurono nodded.

This would go off without a hitch.

(XX)

My False Love Academia, come to call Dabi Crispy McCorpse, stay for family and romantic drama, and finish on Kurono wanting to get plowed by Overhaul while completely ignoring his horrible atrocities. This is a perfectly normal fic.

So, regarding the Provisional License. We know canonically that first years can try to take it, so I figure they wouldn't have a problem giving it to Izuku. Is it a PR move? Absolutely. Is it a good thing? Eh, 50/50.
Izuku: "I can't be the Problem Child if everything I do is legal."
Aizawa: "Midoriya no."
Miruko: "MIdoriya yes!"

Hiryu is probably recovering from an heart attack at Izuku's sheer mastermind genius or something.

Himiko... Yeah Himiko is moving to figuring out her feelings. By the way, if you are thinking "Lying about her past was bad advice from Masutaro"... Yeah, it is. She shouldn't. Then again, he isn't really honest about his past with his girlfriend, so could you REALLY expect him to be going "Oh yeah be totally honest, it's the way to go"? No, of course not.

Moving to family dynamics, and some more proof that Hisashi cares about Izuku and Inko. It's a good family, is just that Hisashi is a yakuza boss and isn't around a lot. What can you do, small details. I really hope it was a good scene I just... really like giving Izuku a good family. Too many fics out there that try to go for family drama of the angsty kind. Just a story of two parents deciding to not have another child and then having one when things settle for the best.

Seriously tho, I refuse to believe Kurono is not attracted by Overhaul. This man looks at his boss far too intensely for it to just be a good work relationship.