"Well I'll be damned…" Majima said to himself, staring at the same head of green curls as he had seen just a few days ago. This didn't normally happen. Normally he'd see someone interesting, forget the next day, and only remember about it 4 months too late. But to his surprise, there they were, walking down the streets, a young boy and his mother, walking home with their arms full of groceries. Maybe he should take a closer look. With a quick snap he was able to weave his way through the people around him and stopped in front of the green haired family. In just one glance he identified quite a problem.

"Good lord, how is it that both of you look like a nervous wreck?" Seriously, all they're doing is walking down the street yet they look like a bomb is about to go off. How could somebody possibly be so nervous over nothing?! Should he ask? Wouldn't that be rude? He looked down at the boy, still unable to figure out what quirk he had. He couldn't just walk away without knowing, it was starting to bother him. What would Akira have done in this situation?

Yeah, stupid idea, he knows. Kidnapping and extortion worked back in the day, but now it just caused problems, and manipulation took more time and effort than Majima was willing to put up with…

What would Jin have done?

Getting himself into position, he restored the flow of time, causing the mother to walk right into him, dropping some of the bags she was carrying. This in turn caused the boy to jump in surprise, dropping some bags of his own.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" Majima probably played it up a bit too much, but whatever. Not like this green bundle of tension was going to notice. It's been like 2 seconds, how has she already apologized 11 times. "Here, let me help you carry these, it's the least I can do." Now she was trying to get him to just ignore the both of them, even the boy looked ready to melt, his face was so red. "No no, you can't stop me, my mind is made up, just accept my already."

Twenty minutes and countless apologies later they were the mother's apartment building. During their little walk, they all managed to introduce themselves, with Majima learning that the mother's name was Midoriya Inko, with her son Midoriya Izuku. They seemed nice enough, although Inko-san did seem rather hesitant when he brought up the question of Izuku's quirk. He told Inko about his history working on reinvigorating restaurants, getting the ones that are failing back on their feet, and she told him about the time she spent working in a small diner when she was in school. He carried his share of the groceries up their steps, casting a glance at the small boy while his mother opened the door.

"Would you like to come in for some tea, Majima-san?" Inko offered, and Majima was about to decline her offer, until he remembered his whole reason for helping in the first place. Still gotta figure out the kid's quirk. Is his memory starting to go bad? How old was he again?

Eh, questions for later.

"Green, if you have it, but I'm not picky." Majima sat down at the table as Inko walked into the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil. Meanwhile, Izuku disappeared into one of the rooms down the hall, running back with a small notebook in his hand. He stood in front of Majima, nervously looking at him, like the boy had a whole slew of questions. "What's up, kid?"

"I- I wanted- wanted to-" Christ, this kid can't even ask a question, he was so nervous. Majima would have hoped he'd grow out of it, but one look at his mother and you'd know that this boy would be a stuttering mess for life. As Izuku struggled, Majima caught a glance of what was written on the cover of the notebook. "Hero Analysis for the Future No. 3". His eyes went wide at the sight. 'Aha! An opening!'

"You want to be a hero, Izuku-chan?" He asked, getting a surprisingly firm and determined response from the child. Resigning himself to the fact that he'd have to do all the talking in this conversation, Majima continued, "And I can only guess that book you got there is full of hero stuff, right?"

Izuku nodded his head, "Can I ask you about your quirk, Majima-san?"

When he said the word "Quirk", Inko popped her head out of the kitchen, catching eye of the notebook with a worried look. "Ah, Izuku! I told you that asking about other people's quirks is rude!"

"Ah, it's fine." Majima waved off her concern, looking back to the kid in front of him. "Been a long while since I've talked about my quirk, anyhow. Curious as to what he'll think about it." He stood up, looking down at Izuku, "My quirk is something I call Time Stop." Both mother and child looked shocked at this, but Izuku got over it quickly, frantically writing in his notebook. Majima just chuckled and kept going, "When I snap my fingers, time stops progressing around me, leaving me completely unaffected. I normally use it to move around without wasting time. Interestingly enough, I stopped aging quite a while back. No idea why." The kid looked positively ecstatic, which Majima could understand. Time-based quirks have always been incredibly rare, and one as powerful as his own is probably unheard of.

The three of them spent some time talking about his quirk, during which he found out that Izuku was incredibly detailed when it came to his notebooks. As they drank their tea, Majima learned that Inko was looking for a better job, as her current one doesn't pay too well, and he told them to keep an eye out for him. He had business to do in this area, so he'd be coming back over the next few years. He bid them farewell, and was on his merry way, whistling a tune down the street. He passed by a small stand, selling some magazines and pamphlets, and a large billboard advertised the newest hero ranki- Oh hey, Hawk's made it up to number 3, good for him. Everything seemed to be going well in the world.

Oh, should he start to mess it up again? It has been a long time since Majima has gotten into some trouble, 20 years or something like that. He should probably start small or something li-

He still doesn't know what Izuku's quirk is, shit!