Majima could swear he knows this man. He was like a skeleton, with a whole head of stupidly long blonde hair. Was this Iwata? He thought that lunatic died decades ago. If he managed to survive that hero raid, then good for him, although he'd aged like milk. Oh, and someone his age should not be buying a couple liters of soda. Should he say something? He had always tried to look out for about 34% of his friends. Was Iwata a friend? Well, he did help him find a good enough tattoo artist, didn't he? No, wait, that was Ueno. The hell did he do with Iwata then? Oh, that was the gun guy, wasn't it. He saved Majima's ass back in the day, yeah, he's good. Yeah, he should say something. Oh shit, Iwata's heading for the door, gotta be fast about this. Majima threw up a hand, "Yo, IwaaaaaaMight?" The hell is All Might doing here? Wait, is Iwata All Might?!

…

That's not Iwata, is it?

Ooh, shit…

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Damn, today has been one hell of a day. Haven't had to use Time Stop just to keep pace with someone in a long time. Majima would have gone more in-depth about the last few hours, but thinking was starting to hurt and he just wanted to go to bed. Shame that he doesn't own one. Park bench ain't gonna cut it this time, maybe he'll break into a mattress store the nigh- No, damnit, no more crimes. Gotta go straight. Have a job interview in the morning, gotta stay focused. Oh hey, is that Izuku? Today is just full of friendly faces, huh.

Time Stopping his way behind the green haired kid, he leaned real close to his ear and yelled as loud as he could, "IZU-CHAN!" Majima began laughing uncontrollably when Izuku jumped straight into the air, face red and eyes wide. The man threw an arm around the boy, pulling him in close for a hug, "Hey, how've you been kid? Mom holdin' up alright?"

Izuku struggled to answer. Ah, probably still reeling from his little prank. Did he get taller? "Majima-san, please- please don't scare people like that." Yeah, he was definitely taller, his head came up just past Majima's shoulders now.

Majima ignored his protests. "How old are you now, kid? You've got to be what, 10 now?"

Izuku blinked at him, looking confused, "Sir, I'm 15 now. You haven't stopped by to visit in 6 years." Oh. Well. That is significantly longer than he'd thought.

"Think your ma will hold a grudge, kid?"

"… No?"

"Good, because I have a job interview in the morning and I need a place to crash for the night. C'mon, let's get going. How's your day been, kid?" With an arm around Izuku's shoulders, they start walking back to the Midoriya household. As they walked, Izuku told Majima about how he met All Might, even showing him the notebook with the autograph of the Symbol of Peace himself. Apparently, that little kid who wanted to be a hero is still somewhere within this teen, who was going over a giant list of strength training routines. Oh, so he's got a strength quirk, huh? That solves that mystery. Guess he can see why he couldn't figure it out before, strength quirks can be hard to spot if you don't know what you're looking for.

They walked into the apartment, surprising Inko with Majima's presence. Luckily for him, she held no ill will for his many-year absence, and offered to let him take a shower and wash his clothes for him. One shower later, the time-stopper was sitting on the couch with Izuku, watching the news and going over the boys training routine, which he would be starting tomorrow. Apparently, Inko's husband Hisashi was the same size as Majima, so she was able to lend him something to wear while his things were in the wash. Man, if only shaving worked on him, his beard was a mess. The beard combined with what he likes to wear, and it's no wonder so many people assume that he's homeless. Well, he is homeless, but that's because if he needs to get away from anything, he can just stop time, go eat or sleep during that, and then get right back into the action.

Oh, shit, is that Izuku on the news? Explosion kid, too, forgot about him. All Might, Mt. Lady, Dead Arms, wow today has been crazy for everyone involved, huh? Majima looked over his shoulder and called out to Inko, "Inko-san, you've had a pretty normal day today, right?"

"Y-Yes, today has been pretty normal. Is something wrong?" She called back, beginning to sound concerned.

"No, no, just curious is all." Okay, Inko's life is still pretty normal and boring. Glad at least someone didn't have a stupid-as-hell day. How the hell did he even end up with a job interview, anyway?! He hates working, its kinda the reason he lives this way. Was he bored? Well, a little. Not much to do in Musutafu, and after 200 years of not working, maybe he was missing some feeling of responsibility. Something to wake up to in the morning, ya know?

"Well, tomorrow's gonna be fun. Little Izu-chan is gonna be running himself into the ground for the foreseeable future, I have to go into time stop and hunt down all of my old degrees, hell knows where I put those. Might as well get started." The man sighed tiredly, raising his hand. Izuku watched as Majima snapped his fingers when, without warning, 3 boxes just appeared on the coffee table in front of them, with the time stopper looking much more tired than he had just seconds ago. Majima looked over at Izuku with a proud smile, "Well would you look at that. I found 'em. Apparently I left them in my old storage unit over in Osaka."

Majima stood up and stretched a bit, "Hope you do well with that little routine of yours, kid, 'cause You're looking at the next teacher of the UA Hero Academy."

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A/N- Forgot that I never really described what Majima looks like. Black hair to his shoulders, pushed back behind his ears. Short, scruffy looking beard. Normally just wears a black muscle shirt, sweatpants and a military jacket. Looks almost homeless.