Two weeks of vomiting, crying, aching, trembling, and sweating through his sheets, and just all and all wishing for the sweet release of death to come and take Izuku away. Death did not come, but what did come was the end to his torment. After nearly two weeks Izuku was finally able to move without feeling nauseous, he was finally able to eat and boy did he. When sick he could hardly swallow the porridge Kurogiri would force down his throat just so he, Izuku, wouldn't die from starvation. Not that it did much because Izuku would just throw it all up again anyways… but now here he was eating a breakfast like no other a breakfast that would make Toshinori tut his tongue and say "Now, Young Izuku, that's not good for your diet."

Fuck his diet. Izuku went through hell this month alone, from the facility, to the near molestation, to the withdrawals. Izuku deserved something nice.

The breakfast, as stated, was huge. With French Toast, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and sausage, Izuku ate it all. At one point Cujo even chimed in with:

Other Me, slow down. The food is already dead, it's not going anywhere.

When did he get so…caring? Izuku didn't know, but he didn't hate it. Still when Izuku didn't slow down, Cujo took control just briefly and delayed Izuku's hand in such a way that when Izuku tried to fight him and Cujo then abruptly let go it caused Izuku to smash the food into his face.

Cujo started cackling in the back as Izuku now had to wipe syrup from his face. "There it is." Izuku thought almost fondly. It made Izuku smile before he returned to his food, this time eating a bit slower. He finished and Kurogiri took the plates away.

Once Kurogiri was gone, Cujo came out. Cujo didn't fully come out, no, he just looked around and took minimal possession. "How are we going to get out of here, Other Me?- I dunno…" Izuku scratched an itch at his neck and then gave his head a shake. "I really don't know, Cujo… getting out once was a miracle in its own right." Now that Izuku was able to think clearly he knew that his situation was…one that wasn't exactly good. Still, this was way better than the facility. At least for now.

However, nothing could ever last forever. When Kurogiri came back he said those words that Izuku, and Cujo subsequently, have been dreading. "Your father wishes to see you now that you're better, Young Master."

Izuku licked his sudden drying lips and mentally reached for Cujo's hand. Cujo took it with ease and Izuku wrapped his hand tightly around it.

Together the two of them stood up and then made their way to Kurogiri. "Of course, it was only a matter of time and…I think it's best I talk to him." Izuku kept his voice steady and his shoulders back as he stood up to face Kurogiri.

"He and the doctor have been worried about you and want to do a check up." Kurogiri explained while he opened a portal for Izuku to walk through. Izuku walked through and for a second there was darkness before he was suddenly in Dr. Garaki's lab with the good doctor at his computer typing away. Izuku didn't see his father at first. It wasn't until he was fully inside the lab and he turned to face Dr. Garaki did Izuku see his father.

His father was hiding in the shadows, hooked up to many many machines that would beep loudly. When Izuku's eyes fell on him, his father, the man that kidnapped Izuku from his mother, the man that would hug Izuku (but only if Izuku was out.) and even offer Izuku love…Izuku didn't recognize him because he had no face. No eyes nor nose, just a smooth surface and a mouth. He looked…uncanny. To the point that just looking at him made Izuku flinch and hard. He didn't know this stranger and then the stranger spoke.

"Oh, Izuku, don't be too alarmed." It was then did Izuku realize that was his father. That man in the corner with all those machines keeping him alive. The man with only half a face was his father. It was the voice, the voice sounded exactly as Izuku was forced to remember through Dr. Watasumi's sessions. Still, Cujo confirmed it.

It's him… be wary. Izuku felt Cujo tense up and Izuku tightened his hand against Cujo's just a little.

"I know I must look…different from when we last were able to talk all those years ago…how long exactly?" His father asked while Kurogiri helped lead Izuku towards the table where Dr. Garaki would check up on Izuku.

Izuku licked his dried lips as he sat on the table. "...Eight…" Izuku whispered.

"Eight?"

"Eight…years." Izuku sucked in a deep breath as he watched his father smile. 'God…' It took all of Izuku's will power not to wince. "Almost nine."

His father kept that grin while he chuckled lowly. "Oh, I wish I could see you. I have this quirk that can help me visualize your outline but I can't see your features or anything else identifying. I can tell that you've gotten bigger, but that's to be expected." His father continued to smile.

He reminded Izuku of a…Mr. Potato head. No eyes, no nose, just a smooth surface with a mouth attached.

Dr. Garaki turned once Izuku was seated on the table. "Hello Izuku, open your mouth for me." Dr. Garaki put his glasses over his eyes and then rolled up so he was face to face with Izuku.

"Uh-" Izuku felt a little more than stunned at this sudden question and before he could argue or even ask why the doctor wanted this of him, his cheeks were grabbed by an old but still firm hand. Dr. Garaki applied enough pressure to make Izuku open his mouth.

"Ah! Now that's what I like to see. Your tongue is almost back to normal. Almost, it still has a purplish tint but nothing as alarming." Dr. Garaki smiled-

Cujo took over before Izuku could stop him and the quirk nearly nipped at Dr. Garaki's thumb as the man withdrew.

"Oh my!" Garaki gave a startled gasp when Izuku's teeth just barely missed him.

"What are you doing!?"

I don't like him!

"That doesn't mean you bite him! Cujo! We don't bite people we don't like! We talked about this!

Izuku only heard a low growl in response and fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Apologies. I thought you had pulled away."

"Hm." Dr. Garaki clearly didn't believe Izuku as he gave the boy a bit of a suspicious look before he turned away and focused back on his computer for a second or two. "You don't need to cover for that quirk of yours. We're aware it's-"

"-Cujo." Izuku hissed before another word could leave the doctor's mouth. Dr. Garaki paused his typing to look at Izuku.

"Come again?"

"Cujo. His name is Cujo. He's not an 'it' and he's not a 'thing'."

"How….interesting. You sound almost…" Then Garaki was right back into Izuku's face. "Protective of your quirk?" He looked right into Izuku's eyes and Izuku narrowed his eyes as he stared right back at Garaki.

"And why shouldn't I be, doctor?" Izuku challenged, unwavering from his spot.

"I can't say I don't blame him," Izuku's father spoke from the back and it made Garaki and Izuku turn to look at him. "Your quirk was suppressed for so long through horrid manipulation. I would be protective of such a quirk as well."

Cujo growled again and tightened his grip on Izuku's hand and then with his other hand he pressed against Izuku's shoulder. Cujo was now hiding behind Izuku but keeping a tight grip on Izuku. Izuku mentally patted Cujo's hand and focused back on his father.

"Regardless…his name is Cujo, don't forget it."

His father kept that creepy smile while he spoke. "Cujo? Heh what a name. Clearly he was named after-"

"-Yes. The Rabid dog." Izuku wanted to roll his eyes.

His father's smile faltered. "Er…I was going to say Willie Wolfe, one of the founders of the Symbionese Liberation Army whose alias was 'Kahjoh.' but often was misspelled into Cujo."

Silence.

"...No. He was named after the rabid dog." Izuku's mouth upticked and he forced it down before the laugh could come out. "...Why are you just walking around with that knowledge?"

"I have no eyes, Izuku. I listen to a lot of documentaries to bide my time and I mean a lot."

"Oh. That…makes a lot of sense in all honesty…" Izuku whispered. There was a bit of silence between everyone before Garaki focused back on Izuku. He gave Izuku a standard check up. He tested Izuku's reflexes, shone lights in his eyes, had him step on a scale, just a standard check up. When everything was said and done Izuku sat back down.

"Yes, you're very healthy, clearly Eraserhead has your health in mind. You're strong and at a good weight." Dr. Garaki grumbled while he typed it in. Izuku frowned at his adoptive father's name and he looked down at his hands.

"So… I'm assuming you want to ask him about it?" Garaki then asked as he continued to type away at his computer.

"I guess it's as good a time as any. Tell me, Izuku, how did you come into possession of One for All?"

Izuku felt like a bolt of ice cold lightning struck through his entire body at the sheer lackadaisical approach his father had when asking such a question. Slowly he just moved his head to look at his father. "W-What?" Izuku whispered.

He knew his father was All for One, he knew his father wanted One for All, he didn't know that his father knew that he had One for All.

"How did you come into possession of One for All?" He demanded once again his voice still gentle as it was moments ago.

Cujo shuddered in Izuku's ear and Izuku gently ran his thumb over the back of Cujo's hand. "...I stole it." He lied. Such a lie and it rolled off of his tongue so easily and the lie just kept on coming. "You see, because I stole mom's telekinesis quirk, Cujo is able to take quirks from a distance." To prove this Izuku extended his hand out and a pen sitting on Garaki's desk flew into Izuku's palm. "It's stronger now because of Cujo's influence and because I have One for All."

His father frowned at this. "And…All Might- the fool- just allowed this theft? The vestiges just allowed this?"

Izuku's narrowed as he felt anger settle in his belly. "Toshinori was in no position to fight me after I took it from him. All it took was a punch to the wound you created and he went down."

Why are you doing this?

'Because. He needs to see me as a threat. You think he's just going to roll over if I told him it was passed down to me by accident? No. Let me take the reins and don't question it. I have a plan… you might not like it, but…trust me.'

Okay, I trust you.

"I see." All for One hummed and Izuku was almost glad he didn't have eyes. Izuku may have melted under his gaze. "And your adoptive father and brother?"

Izuku laughed. It almost sounded foreign to his own ears. "They were easy to manipulate once I got Cujo back. Once I got my memories back and I remembered you, dad." Izuku smiled and batted his eyes. "When I got One for All my adoptive father was confused but my brother- Hitoshi- he seemed to know seemed to understand. I won't lie. I woke up the next day confused and disoriented. I wouldn't learn until later that he…" There was silence and Izuku looked at his empty palm. "...He saw me- saw us as a monster."

"Oh yes, I'm more than aware of Hitoshi's wrongdoings toward you, my son. But back to your father, Aizawa, I believe his last name to be. How did he react upon learning that you have a new quirk?"

"Well…confused, a little angry, you see, because of Hitoshi we thought I was…quirkless for the longest time- seven years to be exact-" There it was again. That anger that bubbled in his belly and made him want to start kicking someone. "Seven years…" He whispered again and then tightened both of his hands on his pants. "Seven years of not knowing who I was. Of walking around without a purpose without a cause. Seven years of just following him blindly." An angry shudder left Izuku's mouth and he gritted his teeth.

"It seems there's some resentment there…" Garaki hummed while he turned towards Izuku.

"It can't be. Because he forgave Hitoshi." His father chimed in and it made Izuku blink before looking at his father.

"How… how do you know about that?"

"I have my ways, Izuku, but alas, we've gone off topic. Your father?"

Izuku didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. If anything it made Izuku's flesh rise with goosebumps. "Right… he was…" Izuku panted for a moment to calm his nerves. "-Confused, but with a little manipulation and lying I managed to convince him that this was my quirk that just came on. After all I was breaking my bones left and right with it so I looked like a four-year-old that just got their quirk in. It took a while, but he believed it. He's been helping me train with it ever since."

"I can only suspect his confusion grew when Cujo came to light and Hitoshi was no longer able to manipulate you." All for One sighed sadly and it made Izuku look down at his sneakers.

"Yes…as did mine… Still, Cujo was there for me every step of the way!" Izuku tried to smile but…his heart wasn't in it and he dropped it fairly quickly. "Even when he hated me…" He whispered the last part.

"I see…" His father shifted ever so slightly in his bed and then he spoke again. "Now, let me ask this…have you learned your lesson?"

"...Lesson?"

"The lesson I tried to teach you when you were younger." All for One reached over to his little nightstand and showed Izuku his folder from the facility. "That the heroes can't be trusted? That they will turn their backs on you once what you truly become comes to light. That even Hitoshi, the boy you loved so dearly, manipulated you and even hurt you because of what you are. Have you learned? Have you learned that the heroes aren't looking at you, that they'd rather lock you away? Give you to their government to continue their manipulation? Have you learned?"

"...Yes." Izuku looked away from his father and down at the floor.

"Good. The heroes may have thrown you away and that's their loss. Come-" All for One opened his arms wide. "-Give your dad a hug."

Izuku felt like he was on autopilot as he got up from the table and over to his father's bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and flopped into his father's side. It took everything for Izuku not to recoil. Cujo, on the other hand, did recoil. He recoiled hard and then made a noise that sounded a lot like BLEH!

"Despite the delay; things can still proceed. Even more that you have that quirk. One for All is finally back where it belongs and I'll even let you keep it, seeing how we can continue with the merge of our minds."

Izuku's eyes went wide and he was glad his father couldn't see how fearful Izuku suddenly became, as Izuku's temperature plummeted and his hands nearly started to shake.

Then in a moment of lucid clarity Izuku remembered one of the quirks he had stored away. The quirk that landed him in trouble to start with. The quirk that caused all of this…and it felt like a very valid option.

No. Cujo put both of his hands around Izuku's right hand to stop him from attacking. Not now.

'If not now then when? When he's about ready to transfer into us and erase you?' Izuku challenged.

Not when the doctor is watching. Look around you…look at all of those Nomu…. We wait. Other Me. Cujo sternly told Izuku which did make Izuku look around. He never really paid attention to the Nomu that were hidden away inside of the capsules. It made Izuku suck in a deep breath and forcibly relax.

"Now, Izuku, before I let you and Tomura catch up I have one final question." His father moved in and Izuku was able to smell his father's musty cologne.

"Ye-yes."

"If rumors could be true, I hear there's a little girl. A little girl who happens to have the ability to rewind-"Cujo became rigid, his back ramrod straight in fear and it made Izuku suddenly very afraid. "-I heard she's taken to calling you her big brother. If it's true and her quirk is remarkable…"

Izuku stopped listening. 'Eri.' He realized. He didn't know her quirk but it's clear Cujo does by his reaction. Cujo was shaking and this time Izuku put his hands around Cujo's.

Not her. Not her! Cujo growled. Other me, we can't give her to him! She's been through enough!

'I know…. I don't want to do it either.'

"-Do you know where I could find her? I can send someone to pick her up-"

"I-...I… Know of her location, yes-"

Not the girl, other me. Anybody but the little girl…please…

"-However, there's no way you can get to her. She's living with the heroes inside of UA…that being said… what if-" Izuku stood up from the bed now. "-I take her quirk. That's clearly what you want right? You want her quirk so you can not look… like… that, right?" Izuku inquired and it made his father smile.

"I want her quirk for loads of things. It's such a useful quirk to have. The issue is that it's from the new generation so, obviously I can't wield such a quirk. If you think you can handle such a power, however-" His father gently tapped Izuku's nose. "-Then I'm not going to stop you. But are you sure you want to show yourself to the civilians so soon? They won't take kindly to you, you know this."

"...I won't leave. I've taken quirks from the other side of town before." Not a lie. It's how he snagged Endeavor's quirk after all, or rather how Cujo took Endeavor's quirk."

"So far?"

"Yes."

"Hm, you impress me, my son. Very well. I'll leave everything up to you, but for now, go and see Tomura."

"Of course." Izuku smiled a weak smile despite his father not being able to see it as he retreated.

Other me, we're not actually going to take that girl's quirk, are we? Cujo asked as the two of them walked towards the open portal.

'We are.'

Why? What do we gain out of it? Cujo stopped suddenly, a surprised gasp leaving his mouth as he looked at Izuku's, probably creepy, grin.

'I'm tired of being used, Cujo. Aren't you?'

I-...I guess.

'We're going to lure him and the other villains into a false sense of security. We'll take that quirk from Eri, then when the time comes when he wants us to rewind him-"

-We'll use Overhaul. But we still have the doctor. I wasn't able to read his quirk fully, but he has a regeneration quirk, a strong one to boot-... that's were Eri's quirk comes in, isn't it?"

'Regeneration is strong, so strong that I'm sure even if we use Overhaul he'll regenerate-' Izuku stepped through the portal. 'So, if we can figure out how Eri's quirk works we'll rewind him. Rewind him to where he's harmless. I don't care if I have to rewind this man until he's a newborn. But in order for this to pull off we need patience and most importantly-' They stepped through the darkness of Kurogiri's portal. Izuku grabbed on to Cujo's hand tightly and gave it a squeeze. '-We need to work together. We may even need to fuse. Maybe…even go feral.'

They stepped out into the bar where everyone was. All activity stopped as a lot of eyes fell on Izuku. Izuku could feel Cujo grinning.

I thought we'd never fuse again… Okay…but I need to warn you…

"Izu-sama." Tomura greeted him with a heave. Something Izuku never thought he'd see. Still, Izuku smiled and waved back to Tomura.

'What?'

I already told the vestiges that you've been taken and they're relaying the information back to Toshinori.

Izuku paused for a second before he waved the idea off. He then sat next to Tomura at the bar. "How are you?" Tomura inquired.

'He won't come. He didn't come when I needed him at the facility. You could probably somehow find a way to relay the information back to Hichan and…nobody will come.'

"Better." Izuku smiled and gave his head a tilt. "Much better actually."

"Good, now, Izu-sama, I want you to meet the others, the rest of the League if you would…"

Shouta looked at Hitoshi out of the corner of his eye. His son's been on a bit of a tighter leash after the initial scare he gave everyone. According to his students when in the dorms Hitoshi was assigned a 'buddy.' or someone who would watch him to make sure he wouldn't do something like that again.

It wasn't easy for either of them in all actuality. Hitoshi's grades were slipping, something horrible and with the provincial license coming up it wasn't looking good. Don't get Shouta started on his own mental health these last two weeks. He hardly has energy to do anything and those that he does were met with anger or even petulance.

Still, they were trying to move on. Though, it was clear that Hitoshi was on the verge of just giving up. The way he would just stare out the window with his eyes glossy and far away and how he would push his pencil up and down slowly, monotonously and just look blankly ahead. Therapy was pushed for both of them but…it just wasn't helping.

Though, it looked like Shoto's grief was pushing him. It made Shoto train so hard some days that he would accidently burn himself with his quirk when he forgot to ice himself down. The first time Shouta let it pass, the second, third, and fourth time Shouta was starting to get suspicious.

Shouta was in the middle of helping his students train for the provincial license exam when the doors burst open.

Shouta hardly had time to turn when he saw Toshinori rushing for him. "Decided to join us, did you-"

Toshinori grabbed Shouta's arm, pulled him in close, and whispered so softly that only Shouta could hear him and Shouta… almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. Two words. The two words that Shouta's been wanting to hear for weeks now.

"He's alive."