Adjusting the focus

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Chapter 4

''Ah, Izuku! I bought something for you!'' The excited voice came from his mother.

Izuku looks curiously at his mother. ''You bought something for me?'' she nodded enthusiastically. ''Yes, come look at it!'' Izuku moved to his mother. He blinked in surprise at the two big packages on their table. The right one read 'The ultimate kit for becoming a police officer!' in bold blue letters and the left one read 'how to be a detective.'' In bright yellow cursive letters, with under the tittle standing 'the master detective toolkit'. ''Isn't it exciting?!'' His mom exclaimed, while beaming at him brightly. There was a slight nervous hint in it though.

Izuku sighed ''Mom. I know you don't like me wanting to become a hero, because you don't think it's too dangerous for a quirkless person. But this is going a bit far, don't you think?''

His mother froze. ''Aha, Izuku what are you talking about? I just thought they looked like something fun for you.'' Izuku deadpanned.

''Mom, I'm six. Not an idiot. I can connect the dots.'' She deflated. ''Muu, Izuku at least give it a try. I know you want to be a hero very badly. But you've to consider that it is very dangerous, even when you're not quirkless. I can't in good conscience just let you throw yourself into this without letting you see other options. And I wouldn't have bought it, if I didn't honestly think you would find this exciting. You're always so enthusiastic with helping people and mysteries. You should give it a chance.''

Izuku looked at his mom for a few seconds, then he sighed too. ''Of course, mom, I will try it.''

(Most of the stuff in the kits was lame, made for children and of questionably quality. But Izuku had to admit some stuff was really cool as he looked at the finger-print-powder, the fancy compass, the mini first-aid kit, the strong too big leather gloves, the police belt with like a thousand pockets and the big rectangular lighter with wide, excited eyes. He wasn't exactly sure how these had ended up in a kit for children but he certainly didn't mind.)

Shunji Machida looked with wide eyes at the small, shy boy in front him taking on three newbie police officers at the same time, and taking them down.

''He wasn't kidding when he told us he was good at martial arts.'' He breathed at to Sansa next to him. Sansa nodded with equally wide eyes next to him ''I saw him, you know, when I met him for the first time, but I didn't expect him to be so good.''

''We still have to give him self-protection lessons.'' His voice sounded rather weak.

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The boy looked at them with big eyes, the agents who fought him having just left the room painstakingly.

''Okay, since you've got the whole, you know, -'' Sansa gestured with his hand in a vague manner ''martial arts thing down, we will start with how to best use several self-protection devices. After that we'll begin with some standard self-protection moves, and we'll see how much of those you already know.'' Machida nodded sagely next to him.

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''Do you think it's a good idea to give a nine-year-old a pepper spray, let alone a stun gun, and teach him how to use them?'' Sansa gave him a dead-eyed look. ''We have no other options, Machida.''

Machida looked concernedly at Midoriya-kun who was fiddling with the pepper spray nervously. ''He looks like he will pepper-spray someone on accident the moment something surprises him.''

''We have no other options.'' Sansa repeated, looking just as concerned.

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Midoriya-kun looked up to him, his confusion making him forget his reluctance momentarily.

''That's not right, Tamakawa-san. In reaction to such movements it would be the best to move to the right and use his momentum and your own to flip him over.'' Sansa sighed. ''No, no, you're thinking too hard, and your moves are too fancy and mild. The only thing you want to do here is take your opponent down. Your safety is priority. You said you trained in pressure-points, right? It's like that, you need to use their weaknesses to full capacity.

''When your opponent is using those movements, they're aiming to take you down too, so it would be the best to go for their elbow, and push it up, then use their momentum and your fist and slam it in their stomach or giving an uppercut. Those waste the least energy, and give you a nice opportunity to follow up in other movements. Maximum damage ability you can get, you know.''

''But won't that get me too close to the opponent?'' Sansa frowned. ''Yes, it will, but that is only bad if they have a quirk which can be used to their benefit in close range. Of course, you can use you being up close as a way to overwhelm your opponent and if you punched him right he won't react immediately anyway. But hmm…'' He raised his hand to his chin thoughtfully.

Machida raised his eyebrow to the boy from his place next to Sansa ''You have good judgement, don't you Midoriya-kun? You will be able to read the person you're fighting, I think. Also, you won't jump in recklessly. I think you would recognize which opponents you can get close too and which not.

''Every opponent is different, you know that, so every opponent needs to be fought differently. Some you should fight with recklessness, and some with absolute caution. Some you must tire out, and some you need to take out as fast as you can. You also know this and follow through with this. You strategize well, but…

''You, while you're very able to take down persons, you're being too mild, worrying too much about your opponent and not worrying enough about yourself and the energy you spent while taking him down, and the other consequences of the movements you use sometimes. You're only a quirkless kid. You don't have a lot to work with. So, ending the fight as fast as possible is the best option you have, always. You can't afford to hold back.'' The boy frowned.

'So, I need to be more careful with myself. Take opponents down as fast as I can, should consider the moves I-'' the boy trailed off in unclear mumbling.

Machida smiled fondly at the boy, exchanging a smile with Sansa next to him. Midoriya-kun really was a small little wonder, and while his mumbling took some time getting used too, it was rather cute.

Then Sansa's expression twisted in a thunderous one, he raised his arm and slapped Machida over his head.

''Hey!''

''Don't tell the boy to fight his opponents recklessly!''

''MIDORIYA IZUKU, YOU ARE REPORTING TO ME RIGHT NOW!''

The loud, harsh voice interrupted his stuttering talk with Machida-san and Izuku almost dropped his donut. Machida-san, the jolly green-skinned police officer Izuku had met in his first case, looked at him in disbelieve. ''What have you done now?''

Izuku who had been busy looking in terror at the hurricane that was angrily waving a folder to him and storming up to them. ''I-I don't know! I've had that stupid bag on me the whole month, no cheating and- ''

''That stupid bag, huh?!'' was growled by the hurricane going by the name of Tamakawa-san who was only a few feet distanced from them now. Izuku's eyes widen, he opens his mouth, probably to apologize but Tamakawa-san is first ''That bag must have helped you with the three cases this month, huh?! One month, Midoriya-kun! One month!

''You're coming with me right now, while I'm going to talk to your mother!''

''You're calling my mother?!'' Izuku looked like a deer in the headlights. ''One of tho-those three wasn't even me on my own. I was with Machida-san!''

Machida-san froze while Tamakawa-san turned to him with demonic eyes, suddenly calm. ''Ah? That's right, I read that in the report too. Machida-san, what did I say about giving the wrong example?''

''Oi, Oi, now wait a second, Sansa! That man tried to rob the handbag of a lady, I couldn't just let him get away it. I didn't know we would end up in the middle of a gang-meeting! I would never have let the boy follow otherwise!'' Machida-san shot a suspicious look at a nervous Izuku ''I would probably never have even ended up in that situation. How do you get in trouble so quickly? We were going on a grocery run! How do you even bump into a pedestrian so badly, you end up in a gang-meeting?'' He mumbles grumpily.

Sansa however seems to ignore his pleads, slapping him over his head. ''Ow, hey! Hey! stop it!''

''I can't believe you, you're being way too happy-go-lucky!'' Tamakawa-san tells Machida-san angrily, as he grabs him by his ear. ''Ow, no, not my ear!''

Izuku feels the laughter bubbling up at the comical scene of Machida-san being dragged around by his ear and scolded by Tamakawa-san (again, Izuku had easily noticed that the two officers who took most care of him clashed often, especially when Machida-san did something careless, and Tamawaka-san would get annoyed with it. It was kind of like Kacchan and Kirishima in his last life, but very different at the same time. It felt familiar and comforting.), small giggles escaping his lips. If he wouldn't have closed his eyes while giggling and would have looked he would have seen the softening of the eyes of both the officers, and the soft smiles they both gained. They didn't see the timid boy smiling that often, even after knowing him for several months now and while his mother had told them he was already smiling a lot more now. It was a joy to see him laugh.

As it was he only noticed Tamakawa-san's angry voice after Tamakawa Sansa had snapped out of it.

''Don't think you're off the hook too, young man!''

The first-time Yagi meets Bakugou Mitsuki, he is, ah, reasonably intimidated. Izuku-kun is apparently still out playing with his friend Bakugou-kun and Yagi arrives as Inko-san and Bakugou-san are excitedly talking to eachother.

Bakugou-san, or Mitsuki-san as she immediately demands, is a force, certainly.

She had apparently appointed herself as guardian of the Midoriya household, because, dammit, Inko and Izuku-chan are way too trusting of creepy strangers! They should both know by now you shouldn'tdo that; It's common sense!

(Yagi secretly agrees)

But she's also kind, and as Yagi learns when she has - partly – approved of him, while she´s kind of rough around the edges, most of her violent behaviour is in response of her son. – Yagi doesn't really know how to feel about that; he has met Bakugou-kun after all - or feeling protective of others.

She takes the protection of the Midoriyas seriously and tries to take care of them as much as she can in the hours she's there. She tells Inko-san she works too hard, and tangles her in a conversation while sitting her down with tea and cookies. Mitsuki-san talks about her 'idiot' son, who's been out of line again this week while she's bustling around in the kitchen. ''And he's becoming more and more insolent. Honestly, he even called her a hag last Thursday!''

For the first time in the time Yagi has known her, Inko-san leaves the serving to another than Izuku or herself and just relaxes while talking and laughing. Cheekily answering that Katsuki-kun has been calling Mitsuki-chan a hag for years already.

An hour later when Bakugou-kun and Izuku-kun finally arrive, Yagi has gained a healthy respect for Mitsuki-san and the things she can make Inko-san do.

''Honestly, Yagi-san, you should invest in some more form-fitting clothes! It would look great on you. And it's not like you don't have the money, everything you wear is such high quality! It's a shame to not at least buy them to fit you.

''And now we're talking about that anyway, what is it you actually do for your job? Do you travel overseas? Because you speak English sometimes, I mean. Also, with that clothing quality and the expensive restaurant you took us too last month, I would imagine it's something that pays a lot. You don't overwork too much, do you? You should look out for your health. Don't think I didn't see you lagging earlier; I've Izuku as my son, those things don't escape my notice.'' Izuku looked in amusement as his mom's worried rambling made Yagi-san slowly shrink into himself.

They were sitting in the kitchen, at least Izuku and Yagi-san were sitting. His mom was busy with several pots and pans in front of the stove; preparing dinner, all the while interrogating Yagi-san. Again. Really Yagi-san should be used to it by now.

''Ah, no, Inko-san, please don't worry. I'm able to handle the work load.''

''Hmm? So, you admit you've got a big workload?'' Yagi-san winced. ''It's eh, a reasonable workload.'' There was a small pause, and Yagi-san's eyes flickered between them ''I actually work in the Hero business.''

''Oh?! You do? That's amazing! Do you work at an agency? Maybe as a manager, or someone else behind the screens?''

''Ah, yes, sort of.'' Izuku sweat dropped at the hesitating, awkward mutter, but his mom seemed to be oblivious. ''Ah, that's so exciting. You should talk with Izuku about heroes sometimes, Izuku knows a lot. Maybe you can tell him about some personal experiences, I'm sure Izuku would love that.'' Izuku's mom looked at him, and he nodded. ''Yeah, that would be pretty cool.''

''Ah, yes, of course. You're a fan of them, right? Do you have a favourite? Maybe Best Jeanist or Endeavor-'' Izuku frowned at him, and his mom let out a laugh. Yagi-san blinked at them ''Uh, not Endeavor then?'' His mom moved to the table and ruffled his hair. ''No, Izuku doesn't like him. It goes way back to when he only was a baby. Once, when he was three I think, I tried to give him one of those action figures, you know, of endeavour, but Izuku threw a huge tantrum. He has a poster of every hero in his home, but Endeavor. Even now he gets grumpy with every mention of him, as you can see.'' She rubbed his hair again, and Izuku let out a protest. '' I've never understood it, but Izuku says Endeavor just gives of this bad feeling, and, well, Izuku has always had pretty good instincts with people. Though I can't imagine why the number two hero should give of a bad feeling.'' Yagi-san blinks at him with searching eyes, and Izuku grumbles.

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''Just because someone is a hero, doesn't mean they're a good person, mom.''

''Naomasa! What're you doing here? I thought you were reassigned in Hosu.'' The detective blinks surprised at the police officer approaching. ''Ah, hello Sansa-san. I actually got transferred back again, at least temporally. I've got a close friend who I'm concerned for here, he's probably going to leave the city soon, so this is my last chance to see him often. He should be here to pick me up soon actually. '' The detective smiles, turns back to the bureau, gives a wave to the assistant and walks to Sansa with several folders in his hands.

''How are you though? I heard you've picked up a new partner in the months I've been away. And also, something about you two having a kid?'' One of his eyebrow slowly inches up as he says that.

Sansa's eyes widen ''Who told you that?!'' Naomasa gives him a judging expression and Sansa laughs uncomfortably, his arm moving up to scratch his neck. ''Okay, you may remember Machida-san?'' Naomasa hums ''You mean that younger officer you would always rant about because he says things without thinking?''

''Uh, yes. That's the one. Well, circumstances forced us together and I found out he may have not been as bad as I thought. Chief noticed we work pretty well as a team, and Masumi-san, you know, my previous partner got transferred too, so we're partners for now.''

''Okay. And what about the kid?'' Naomasa looks at him as he opens the door to the lobby. ''That's a longer story.'' Sansa answers hesitantly. ''I figured. Well, spill.''

''Okay, so there's been this kid, Midoriya Izuku, and he got involved in uh, a few incidents. He has this weird talent to come across trouble, and unfortunately this included various serious assaults- ''

''OI! Sansa, where have you been?! I've been looking for you everywhere?!''

Naomasa jumps in shock from the sudden loud exclamation, but Sansa just groans. He turns around and hisses to the man approaching ''Quiet, idiot! You're talking too loud.''

The green-skinned man feeling the possible storm coming hastily holds up his arm, as Naomasa looks on curiously, and continuous in a much softer voice ''Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to. Just, chief has asked us to take up a new case.'' He raises his hand with a folder in it a little more and waves it to him. Then grinning he exclaims '' Also, I got us donuts. 'the good ones with the chocolate taste!''

Sansa sighs ''You know. It's because of people like you that the stereotype of donuts loving police officers exist.'' The green-skinned man shrugs with a grin.

''So, anyway, who's your friend?'' He sends a curious look at the dark-haired man. ''Oh! I'm sorry. Tsukauchi Naomasa meet Machida Shunji and vice versa. Machida is 'my new partner' you heard about, Naomasa, and Naomasa here is an old colleague who is going to work here again.''

''Really? Nice! It's a pleasure to meet you.''

''Likewise,'' Naomasa responds calmly. His eyes take on a mischievous shine however when he continuous ''Sansa-san was just telling me about your child.''

Machida splutters. ''You too?! You've been here for how long? I can't believe you people. You say it in a way to misleading way!'' The he turns upset to Sansa ''I thought you were against it too?!'' Sansa groans. ''Others have informed him before I could interfere. It was already too late.''

Machida takes on a gloomy look. ''So, what did you tell him?''

''Ah, I was just telling him about the trouble Midoriya-kun always gets in.''

Machida immediately switches from gloomy to exasperated. ''That boy is going to be the death of me. Last week I followed him everywhere. He got into two bully incidents, almost fell out of a tree while trying to help a cat, stopped someone else from beating a dog and somehow came across a man who had fallen out of his window and had broken his leg. There's no way all that happens in one week. It's just too much.''

Sansa blinks at him ''I don't know if I should be disturbed by the fact you followed him or all the incidents.''

''What?'' Machida replied indignantly ''I was trying to find the reason he comes across so much incidents! Chief gave me permission. 'To make sure we know what we should be cautious for and where we should search for crime and injustice, so that we can guard and protect the city with our all!' he said.''

Sansa nodded with a patient, calm expression on his face. ''You bullshitted to the chief, didn't you? Gave some weird speech again to get permission. Chief is weak for those.'' Sansa states more than asks. ''No! No way, why- '' His protest get ignored though.

''But, actually, that could be a good idea, you know? To get Midoriya-kun some bodyguards or something. God knows, we will all gain less wrinkles that way.'' Sansa-san interrupts.

''Midoriya-kun would never agree though.''

''Mmm, we could ask his mom. Midoriya-kun is unable to not listen to her, or get mad even.''

Machida nods contemplating ''You know, I think that may actually work. Midoriya-kun's is a total momma's boy. His mom would be overjoyed, and I'm sure chief will agree. It's for the safety of a citizen after all, and he secretly adores Midoriya-kun. I heard he is already rooting for Midoriya-kun to become a police officer. And if he doesn't agree just on principle we can even just say it's training for the newbies or something.''

Naomasa looked at them in disbelieve ''I think I understand why they're calling him your kid. The poor parents of that child better look out.'' They whip to him with a disbelieving, insulted expression, and Naomasa chuckles.

Sansa opens his mouth for a very indignant answer but gets interrupted by scrawny blond man, with clothes at least three sizes to big, walking to them. ''Naomasa, there you are! Are you ready to go?'' Naomasa turns around surprised.

''Oh, Yagi-san. I am. Give me a few seconds.''

He turns back to Sansa and his partner. ''I'm sorry to cut our reunion short, but as you can see I've to go. It was a pleasure to meet you Machida-san, and of course, to see you again Sansa-san. I'll be back again Thursday, so I'll maybe I can talk to you again then. Perhaps even meet your kid.''

And he walks to the blond man with an amused grin on his face, while he leaves the two officers spluttering.

They're sitting in the kitchen again. It had been a calm evening until now, ordinary but nice. Izuku had come home on time, nothing particular having happened to him today. He and his mom had gone to the police station after school, where his mom had had a long talk with Sansa-san and the chief. From what Izuku had managed to catch they had been talking about possible therapy and possible bodyguards. Which was ridiculous. Honestly. Izuku didn't want to bother anyone with his problems any more than he already did and he had been fine for so long already. But his mom had seemed happy when they left so, Izuku would let it go for now.

It was a Yagi-san-day, so when they got home, his mom, still happy from earlier had immediately started preparing dinner with Izuku helping on the side. Yagi-san had been received enthusiastically as always and there they were.

It was weird though. It was weird because mom's and Yagi-san's moods were clashing. Both were subtle, but it was easy for Izuku to see the content air around his mom, so content that she was obvious to Yagi-san's anxious, disturbed air. Izuku wasn't obvious. Izuku had been waiting for an explanation the entire time Yagi-san had been there. Looking at him with questioning eyes. Yagi-san was looking at his food however, moving the rice around, avoiding is eyes.

He scraped his throat ''I'm going to leave soon.''

His mom looked up surprised. ''What did you say, Yagi-san?''

''I, eh, I'm going to leave soon. The city, I mean. My job demands for me to move. So, I'll be unable to see you as often as now.'' His tone was strained, like a rubber band about to snap.

''You're going to leave?'' His mom's voice sounds a little bit hollow, Izuku thinks. It reminds him of- No, he shouldn't think about that now.

''Not yet. In about three months. I wish I could stay, but I've no choice. I'm sorry.'' Yagi-san looks like a pained puppy even with his efforts to act normal. The silence that falls is unpleasant.Izuku wants to reassure him, say that it wasn't his fault, but it feels a little bit unreal. Yagi-san had been with them for around two years now, always visiting weekly. No exceptions. He was family now, really. He knows his mom feels the same. Even the bakugous had started to actually accept him.

Though he should have known. Albeit its harder for Izuku to see them as the same person now, distantly Yagi-san is still All Might, and when he had actually met All Might in his last live All might had been almost new to the city, knowing only the main infrastructure of it, and even getting lost sometimes. Izuku freezes when he realises he and his mom were probably one of the instigators of All might being in this city for so long, too long probably.

His thought process gets cut off by Yagi-san who speaks up again in the silence.

''I-I would still like to keep contact, via talking over the phone or something, and I would be able to visit sometimes. Maybe.''

Then Izuku manages to find his voice somewhere ''Where are you going then?'' Information gathering was easy to fall back on. Analyse and judge.

Yagi-san blinks at him surprised ''It's not really clear. I'm going to have to travel a lot. I'm sure some of the locations will be close, so I will be able to visit, but well…''

Izuku nods, he looks at his mom, who still looks a little bit lost. ''But we'll still keep contact? You will still call us, at least once a week?''

''If you are okay with that, I would really like that.'' Yagi-san is fiddling.

''And for how long are you leaving?''

''I'm not sure.''

''Are you coming back?''

''I-I don't know.''

''And we still have three months?''

''Yes, we have.''

Izuku looks at his mom, who is looking at him too, unsure but better now. She nods at him. Then his eyes glide to Yagi-san who's still fiddling, looking down to his hands.

''Well. I think we're able to deal with that. If you're sure to call us at least every week.'' He makes sure to emphasize the 'every week' part because Izuku isn't at all that sure if he's actually alright with this, but his adults need a rock, and Izuku has never had any problem with sacrificing himself.

''But you're going to have to visit us these three months at least twice a week, and we're helping you pack. Also, when you come to visit you better have some nice souvenirs and stories.'' Izuku totally ignores Yagi-san perking up looking at him with wide eyes, and his mom grinning amusedly.

''I agree with Izuku. You better call us weekly, otherwise we'll come search you.'' His mom giggles softly, teasingly continuing. ''Someone has to make sure that you take care of yourself. Maybe you can finally buy some form-fitting clothes.'' Yagi-san smiles at them exited.

''Of course, I'll make sure I will call every week, no matter what happens.''

The images flash before his eyes.

There's blood. Tears. Sweat. Broken, broken, broken smiles.

He has seen this before. A distressed child. A desperate mother who will do anything.

Someone is talking to him. He thinks it's to calm him down. He looks at the orange blob in a haze. He recognizes it. Though he isn't sure whereof. A hand reaches to his face, and he feels himself flinch away. Hands were dangerous, and all he can remember is explosions too close and crumbling skin and hopes.

The hand immediately retracts. A worried voice calls out something, but Izuku barely understands what it means. ''Machida, he isn't calming down. We need to call is mother.''

''Can't. His mother is on a trip for her work. She wouldn't come home after at least eleven p.m., remember?'' The voice sounds anxious.

''Well, she put up another number for us to call when she wasn't reachable. Two even. Call one of them!''

''Oh, right!'' There's a rush when one of the blobs move and more mumbling.

''Midoriya-kun. Midoriya. Please calm down. It's okay now.''

''It's okay now. You know why? Because I'm here'' That were his last words before he ended up in the hospital, and nothing would be ever alright again.

''We're calling Toshinori Yagi, okay? He'll be here soon too.''

Toshinori Yagi.

Izuku had never been sure if he had liked that name on his grave. He probably should be, because the villains had trashed all the other known hero graves. He couldn't shake the feeling though that there laid a man in that grave who had done so, so much. But every passing stranger would just see an unknown name. Unimportant in the sea of grey stones. The man would never receive what he deserved. Not even in death.

''It's not helping. He isn't even reacting. I think he's dissociating. How long did Toshinori-san say he would take?''

''He said he's on his way. Five minutes tops.''

They were too late.

They were always too fucking late, and Izuku couldn't take it anymore. Lida was smiling at him, trying to comfort him probably, but all Izuku could recognize was how fake it was. It reminded him of Iida after his brother was attacked. He didn't feel comforted.

Kacchan was raging. Izuku couldn't blame him. This was the second person they had murdered. Destroyed. Wrecked. Though it wouldn't be because of the second person that Kacchan was going rampant. Kacchan would never be able to forgive the murderers for their first.

(He doesn't think he'll ever forget the time Kacchan raged out in grief, eyes full of pain, hate and anger, when he heard of his father's dead.)

He clenches his fist. He hears a crack, and a shatter. He looks in surprise at his hands. They're wet. Tea, he recognizes. Shards litter the ground and his hands. Blood welling up.

''Shit. Midoriya. I need you to focus.'' The voice gets ignored.

He moves his hand in front of him. Slowly, staring to it in fascination like it's an art piece which he is studying, like he has just learned he can move each individual finger.

He flicks his index finger.

There's a loud crack. A scream and curses. ''Wha- What the fuck. Oh, my god Sansa. Are you alright?!''

There's some stumbling. Izuku ignores it as he looks at the cracks littering the ground following the path of his finger-flick, the pile of ruin where first stood a desk, and the hole in the wall across from him.

''What the fuck was that? A fucking wind wave?! I thought Midoriya didn't have a quirk! Sansa, oh my god, there's a fucking pen stuck in your arm.''

''I noticed.'' The person sounds pained in his sarcasm. ''I'm fine though.''

''I'm fine, Izuku. Don't worry about little old me. The doctors will take care of me.'' Her voice sounds weak and her smile is pained.

''More, importantly, we have to stop Midoriya from doing it again. Did Midoriya get influenced by some other quirks?''

Izuku flicks another finger. This one is bleeding. There is a shockwave as rubble flies around. Crashes. Curses. Hurried footsteps. Smoke. Fire. The rubble is all that's left ''No one is capable of surviving a fire like that.''

''You don't know that!'' She's sobbing.

''Izuku-kun!'' He. He recognizes that voice.

He looks up at the blurry and dim shapes. The yellow, blond hair surprises him, he can't help but feel like a smile should be there on a face where the only thing he can find is a worried frown. There's someone speaking to the blond, warning him, but the man just ignores them.

''Izuku-kun, can you hear me?'' He can. He stares at the man, trying to keep focus.

''Can I come closer?'' The man looks at him unsurely, but calmly. Izuku looks at him for a little bit longer, then he nods. The man steps closer, and crouches before him.

''Ca-can I hug you?'' Izuku feel his brow crinkle. Hug. An act of comfort. Was he in need of comfort? Izuku likes hugs though. He spreads his arms.

The man smiles. Pained, but soft. He reaches with long, thin arms, and engulfs him whole. His white shirt is soft under his hands, and Izuku buries his face in it. His nose gets assaulted by a familiar, comforting smell. All Might. Yagi-san. Safe.

He snaps out of it. Tears and snot begins to dripple. Sobs begin to shudder through his frame. His lungs become more desperate for air. And all the while Yagi-san is mumbling comfort. Shushing and drawing circles on his back.

''It's alright, my boy, just go to sleep. I'll take care of anything for now.''

This was a pretty awkward chapter for me. I don't know, just the flowisn't here for me? If you understand what I mean, it feels kind off rushed and wrong, but whatever.

I was actually super busy this week, will be next week too, so maybe that's one of the problems. I really wanted to get this chapter done though. So, here it is.

So, the happenings. Yup, Yagi will have to leave the city soon, Izuku's mental stage is going haywire, but we've some bonding between Yagi and the Midoriyas, and the police officers and the Midoriyas, which is nice. Oh, and a small explanation for the fingerprint-powder, I felt that was necessary.

If it's not clear, the last scene takes place in the last three months of Yagi.

Also, I've noticed I switch between the names I use, and how to address a person a lot. This is because I try to address them in the way the person from which perspective I'm writing. I hope it isn't too confusing.

- Eh. I got some people who advised me to read the manga. So, I'm going to begin on that now. Will probably take while though. Because my life is actually super busy right now. Not the best timing to start a story I realised but well, I've begun, gotta finish it now.

- Also, Last chapter there was someone named Yoshinaga Jiro, he isn't related to Jirou Kyouka from the Yuuei students in anyway. I hadn't even noticed that that could cause confusion. I'm sorry for that.

- And at last, I caused confusion with Izuku's non-quirk. Which is natural, because it's a weird concept. The idea is that Izuku still has remainsof his quirk. Something (I will not say yet what, because spoilers) can trigger these remains, and then he's able to use the quirk.

But because Izuku feels like the quirk is different, and not like the actual quirk he first had, he can't really recognize it as his quirk, let alone as an actual quirk. And on top of that, he can't control it, and he still has his young body where he feels like he isn't supposed to have a quirk. Therefor: a non-quirk.

Is that clear? Aha, sorry. The idea is maybe kind off complicated.

Lastly, thanks again for everyone who favourited, followed and reviewed, and thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave a review!