Midoriya was nervous. Sure, he wasn't as nervous as he had been on his first date with Mina, but he was still a nervous creature. It runs in the family, if his mother was any indication. Every family has some sort of shared trait, like Asui's bluntness and Kacchan's temper. Even Kokiri-san told him that he gets his bad memory from his mother. But, he has to "tough it out", as Kokiri-san would tell him. They leave for the training camp in just a few days, and he wouldn't get much time to spend with Mina once they left. That meant this would be their last date before camp started, and they wouldn't get to spend much time together between all of the training they'll be doing.

Plus, Aizawa-sensei told the class that Kokiri-san won't be joining the class during their time at the camp, so Izuku won't have to worry about any tricks during his training. He'll be able to focus and take his training seriously, instead of keeping an eye out for a flying fish that ends up smacking him in the face. While Kokiri-san laughs at him. Really hard, for like an hour. That day was really weird.

"Alright, I'm back! Hope you like strawberry!" Izuku smiled when Mina put down their milkshakes. This is a shake shop she'd been going to since she was younger, and probably knew the menu better than she knew her school schedule. She knew that he got anxious when he went to new places, so she'd offered to order for them while he found them a place to sit. She herself had gotten something called a grasshopper shake, which she seemed to like. He was happy with strawberry, but he was relieved that she hadn't order something new and ended up not liking it.

"Oh no, we forgot to make a toast, dangit!" Mina yelled out, starting to frantically look around for something, anything to dedicate their meal to. That was one of her weird little habits, every meal needs to celebrate something. Their first dinner was dedicated to, obviously, their first dinner. Their second date, when they went out to lunch at a small cafe, was dedicated to that cute cat they passed on their way to the cafe. Izuku thought it was adorable, and he always played along because it was something small that made her happy, and he loved seeing that goofy smile on her face and her bright eyes whenever they clinked their glasses together.

"Oh, I got it! Cheers to Iida not-killing Majima-sensei!" That had been a hot topic at school after the exams were over. A few of the students from both classes had been watching the recordings of each exam, and that moment had been pretty popular amongst both 1-A and 1-B. Well, that, and Izuku and Kacchan's defeat of All Might at the end of the exams. He remembered Iida feeling absolutely terrible after the exam, even though he'd passed with almost flying colors. His essentially lethal attack on their teacher docked them a few points. Iida thought it was a punishment given by Nezu, but Izuku thought it was probably Kokiri-san being bitter.

"Oh, hey, what do you think Majima-sensei is up to now? He couldn't supervise our study session today because he said he was busy, but did he tell you what he was up to?"

"Oh, he said he wanted to meet up with an old friend of his, so they could gather some information for Nezu-sensei."

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This ought to be easy. Just knock on the door and tell them you want to talk to the boss. He's done it a thousand times, even a few with this boss in particular. True, that was back when Time Enough was one of the most wanted support villains. Man, the shit he helped to pull off were fuckin legendary. Maybe that was why Nezu set him up to this. He knew all about Majima's past and all of the connections he used to have, so that's what was probably going on. Plus, it's a good thing he managed to find his old costume in his storage locker over in Osaka. It looked almost exactly the same as his hero costume, but with an oni mask instead of a bear, and he wore a red outfit underneath instead of black. It's weird, he remembered this outfit looking much cooler when he was younger, but now it just looks kinda dumb. Oh god, he really is getting old, isn't he?

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door, watching a slot open up at he saw a pair of red eyes. "What do you want?" Well that was rude, he'd have to get used to that again.

"I'm here to talk to Iwasaki. Tell 'im Majima is here to see him." That oughta work, not a whole lot of people forget him and his dumb bullshit. The guy closed the slot and didn't come back for a few minutes.

"Boss doesn't know anyone named Majima, get lost." Excuse me, what? That's not good.

"Son of a bitch. Tell him it's Time Enough, and he'll let me in if he knows what's good for him." The man raised an eyebrow and closed the slot again. Seriously, it's like his entire reputation just evaporated over the last 20 years. Sure, he was out of the game for a while, but all of the shit he's done should be able to get him further than the front fucking door.

Said door was thrown open when Iwasaki himself appeared like a crazed madman, standing there with wide eyes. His breath was ragged, and he looked far older than when they'd last seen each other. He'd gained quite a bit of weight too, and he didn't carry it well. Eugh. "Ma-Majima-sama. What are- You're here?" There we go, that's more like it. Seems like Iwasaki thinks he's pissed him off, let's roll with that.

"Well, I'm just going around, you know, visiting some old… Friends. I just came back from visiting Murata. It was a fun visit, very nice, he even had one of his guys waiting for me at the door, just to make sure I felt welcome." There we go, the fat bastard took the hint and let him into the office, where his grunts were sitting around watching tv or playing cards. They weren't villains, just your average small-time criminals, so he can imagine their confusion when their boss, blubbering like a fool, led a tall man into their base, dressed very obviously like a villain.

"If you'll follow me, Time-sama, I can lead you to my office. We can discuss business as much as we want once we're there. I have the whole room sound-proofed for our privacy."

Instead of doing that, Majima grabbed a chair at one of the card tables, this one being used for blackjack. That's good, he hadn't played a set in years, let's see if that old Majima luck could still come into play. "Nah, I'm not really concerned about privacy, we can talk here. I want to play." He through some coins into the small pot at the center of the table, throwing a nod to the dealer, who took the hint and dealt him a hand. A glance from the corner of his eye showed him that Iwasaki grew even more nervous, but didn't argue with him.

"What is it I can do for you, sir?"

"I'm looking for a broker, one who's better than you or any of your guys, and you're gonna point me in his direction. Once you do, I'll put your lack of hospitality to the side, pretend like it never happened, and I'll be on my merry way. Easy as that, I'm not asking for much."

"Of course, sir, we can work out payment as soon as we find who you'r-"

"Hey, oh, woah, woah, hey, hold it right there. Payment? What exactly would I be paying you for?"

"Well, the standard fees for information collection, plus a price adjustment depending on who ex-"

"You seem to have forgotten just who exactly is in charge here, Iwasaki. Remind me, who gave you your first set of recruits? I had even given you some of my best men. I treated you very fairly, I thought, and when I stop by to check in on one of my favorite pet projects, you're gonna tell me that I have to pay?"

"Sir, you told me that I have to charge everyone, no matter how high profile they are." There was a beat of silence, about thirty seconds, where Majima just stared at Iwasaki from behind his demonic mask, before he slapped the man hard enough to knock his glasses to the ground. He cleared his throat, glancing around the room while Iwasaki picked up his glasses.

"I'm looking for a guy, goes by Giran, and you're going to tell me where he is or I will rain hell on you for all of time. And no one you run to, be they heroes or villains, will be able to save you from me, not even that Watcher guy those UA chuckle-fucks have been trying to threaten me with." Iwasaki gave him an odd look, one of confusion. Good, that's what we're going for. "The fuck is that face for, boy? You got a problem with me, you fuckin' say it. We're men here, now act like it."

"I'm sorry sir, but I was under the impression that you were the Watcher." Perfect, time to fix that shit mistake that Nezu made by posting his alias and quirk up on the official UA website.

"Excuse me?" Majima stood up, turning to Iwasaki and grabbing the man's hair, slamming his head onto the blackjack table. The money pot tipped over, spilling coins and bills onto the table. Everyone in the room All of the goons watched this man brutalize their boss while he begged for forgiveness. "You really have forgotten who the fuck I am, boy. Time Enough is immortal, a fucking GOD, and there is no one who can ever be what I am, no matter what quirk they have, or how much they fucking try! You think you're funny, a fucking comedian? Then get some better shit, boy, cause I'm not laughing buddy. Am I? AM I?!"

There we go, Iwasaki was now crying like a newborn, snot and tears were flowing from his face and onto the table, all of his men standing around him and freaking out. They watched their boss cry out as Majima ground his face into the table, but one of them seemed to have a bit more courage than the rest. He grabbed Majima from behind, going to throw this stranger off of his boss, but the time stopper did what he does before he got the chance. Majima walked around the room, checking everyone's pockets until he found a switchblade, using it to cut the fool's fingertips, keeping them small but deep. Then, he used the blade to carve 'FOOL' into the man's forehead, snapping his fingers and watching the man double over from the sudden burst of pain.

Majima looked at the knife in his hand, wiping it off on his cloak and tossing it back to its owner, who was surprised when they realized it was theirs. He grabbed the back of Iwasaki's jacket, dragging him out of the room and towards where he assumed his office was. He dropped him and moved behind the desk, sitting in the chair and folding his arms as he watched the disgusting excuse for a man pick himself up, staring cowardly up at the time stopper in front of him.

"Now, I believe that you were going to tell me where I can find Giran, ain't that right?"

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Next chapter is going to have a ton of action, as well as reveal a lot of secrets and offer a ton of answers. I've been taking extra time to make sure that it is detailed, as well as easy to understand. As an aside, I have plans for future plots, but I wanted to ask a question- Would you like to see Majima take on an apprentice, and if so, who would you like him to train?

Also, an apology to Entomoid, because I completely forgot that Koda Koji was supposed to be a rock monster or something. His design tends to blend in with the six-armed Shoji and the pink-skinned Ashido. So, as an apology, a quick omake-

Majima's neck was still stiff from Iida's kick earlier, so he was trying to ignore the pain as he walked into his office. Seriously, why'd he have to go sober again? He'd kill for some vodka right about now. Maybe he could cheat, he might still have some smirnoff in his des-

"Oh, shit, what are you doing here? School's over, kid, what's keeping ya?" He didn't mean to scare Koda, but the kid jumped almost 5 feet in the air, spinning around and flailing his arms around wildly. Wait, no, that was sign language, wasn't it? The fuck was he saying, forgot bag? Oh, yeah, that reminds him.

"Your bag is under my desk, kid, I noticed that you left it here when the academic portions of your exams were over." Koda gave him an odd look, before signing something to him.

'You know sign?'

"Yeah, just a bit though. Ueno, the gun runner I talk about from time to time? He had a quirk that enhanced his hearing, which didn't really mesh too well with all those guns he spent his time around. He went deaf about two years after I met him, and I worked with him long enough after that I picked up some bits here and there. The only sentence I know by heart is, 'They got the money, go get the product.' Saw that one almost every day, got used to it real quick."

'Is Ueno-san still a gunrunner, sensei?'

"Nah, he died about… I wanna say, 30 years ago? I visit his sons now and again, they keep his business running. Now here," He threw Koda his bag, "Get out of my office, and congrats on passing the practicals. Yamada's voice isn't easily overcome. Oh, and good work on getting over that fear of bugs, those things aren't too easy on the eyes." Majima looked at his desk, waited a second, then stopped time. Now that he wouldn't embarrass the kid, he looked over at Koda, seeing a small, proud smile on his face. That's good, kid deserves the praise for this one. He snapped again, watching the kid leave before opening his wallet. He's got a few bills, he'll just settle for a soda from the vending machine down the hall.