Class 1-A was lounging in the common room, enjoying a quiet afternoon after class. Some were studying, while others were quietly chatting or playing games on handheld devices. Mic was supervising Shoto, Hitoshi, and Izuku while they worked on a group project, though he didn't really feel like he needed to be there. The three were working diligently and weren't causing any trouble. Mic made a mental note to speak to Nezu about maybe letting Izuku and Himiko do more without a teacher around. Neither had caused any trouble for a while and had built solid support systems among their peers, so he didn't see a reason why they couldn't be alone, like normal teens.

Watching the three work, Mic was reminded of his own high school years. Shoto and Hitoshi were sitting on one couch. Shoto had his arm thrown around Hitoshi's shoulders, the purple-haired boy leaning heavily into Shoto's left side, soaking up the heat. Izuku was sitting on the floor, his legs tucked under the coffee table as he scribbled on a page from his notebook. Hitoshi's half lidded eyes tracked Izuku's movements, a slight smile on his face as he listened to Izuku ramble. Occasionally, Hitoshi would glance down at the textbook in his lap and read something off for Izuku.

As he dwelled on it, Mic came to the conclusion that Shoto and Hitoshi were like himself and Oboro. Hitoshi was the trios' Oboro: he brought them together and was encouraging, always coming up with ways for the three of them to stick together. He had the heart of a hero, through and through, something that the rest of the group could see as clear as day. Shoto, though quiet, was like Mic. He was physically affectionate, always trying to be touching one of the two. He followed them around, almost like a lost puppy, and was always ready to throw himself head first into a fight if it meant protecting the other two. Shoto and Mic were both a bit impulsive, but it was a part of their charm. And then there was Izuku, who was most definitely the trios' Shouta. Smart, calculating, and incredibly creative. They both were a bit distant, almost skittish. Clearly touch starved but not confident enough to ask for or initiate physical contact. They were both oblivious as well. Izuku seemed to truly have no idea that Shoto and Hitoshi had feelings for him. It was quite possible he didn't realize that he had feelings for them either. That, or he was repressing the feelings so much that he'd managed to convince himself they weren't there. Shouta had been the same way, back when they were teens. The only reason Shouta had finally realized that Mic and Oboro had feelings for him was because Mic had literally screamed "we love you" at him while Oboro gave him a massive bear hug.

Mic doubted that that was the route Hitoshi and Shoto would take when it came to asking Izuku out, but he guessed it wouldn't be too far off.

A buzzing noise caught their attention, dragging Shoto's eyes away from the textbook he was reading from and to his phone, which he had set on the side table next to him. He closed the textbook and reached for his phone, checking to see who was calling him. Grimacing, he handed it to Hitoshi to see.

Hitoshi groaned. "Why is Fuyumi calling you?"

Izuku looked up from what he was writing. "Your sister?"

"Yes. I… I am unsure if I should answer it."

"I can answer it for you, if you want," Hitoshi offered. "I've been working on mimicking voices without my persona cords and I think I have your voice down."

"No, that is not happening," Mic cut in, standing up and walking over to Shoto. "Let me answer it. She technically isn't supposed to be calling you right now, per a letter UA sent her and Endeavor. After Natsuo expressed his concern about her trying to convince you to give Endeavor another chance, we asked her to refrain from contacting you unless we told her otherwise."

Shoto nodded, handing the phone off to Mic. Mic took a steadying breath before picking up the call.

"Hello, ma'am, this is Present Mic, Todoroki's teacher," Mic said in an even and stern voice. He listened for a moment before his green eyes went round. Pulling the phone away from his face, he covered the microphone and whispered to the kids. "Turn on the news. Quick!"

Izuku and Hitoshi both scrambled to find the remote. Meanwhile, Mic went back to listening to Fuyumi, who was currently yelling loud enough that Shoto could hear her voice coming from the phone. He couldn't make out what she was saying, but he could tell that she was furious and possibly crying.

Hitoshi managed to find the remote and quickly turned the TV on while Izuku climbed up to sit on the arm of the couch, perching himself protectively beside Shoto. Hitoshi lowered himself back into his spot on Shoto's other side, all three staring at the screen.

In blazing red letters across the bottom of the screen read the words " Number 2 Pro Hero Endeavor Arrested For Assault ."

"Holy shit," Izuku whispered. "What happened?"

Hitoshi shook his head, turning up the volume a little so they could hear the news anchors speak.

" We are lucky that Pro Hero Manual was nearby to put out the fires! " the woman said, speaking to her co-anchor.

The man nodded. " I understand that Endeavor's son also helped control the flames. "

" Wait, the one that he attacked? "

" Correct. Even while being assaulted by his father, in public, I might add, Natsuo Todoroki used his minor ice quirk to cool the air and reduce the temperature of the flames. The police say they will not be bringing charges of illegal quirk usage against the young man seeing as it was self defense and the defense of those around him ."

" It helps that his quirk didn't harm anyone or damage anything. But do we know why Endeavor attacked his son? " the woman asked.

" Eye witness accounts say the two were arguing over the custody of the youngest Todoroki child. From what was said, there is speculation that Endeavor may have abused and neglected his children. It appears that Endeavor and Natsuo Todoroki happened to be walking on the same street at the same time and Endeavor approached his son regarding the custody dispute they are currently in. The situation escalated to the point that Manual had to arrest Endeavor and call an ambulance for young Todoroki. "

" Well, I wish him a speedy recovery. I am sure more information will come to light in the coming days, but in the meantime, let's go to Yamaguchi with the weather. "

"I understand you're upset, ma'am," Mic said, trying to calm Fuyumi. "But this is in no way Todoroki's fault. If you are concerned about your father's career, then I suggest you contact a lawyer to represent him. I am assuming he has a variety of lawyers on retainer for his agency so I am sure one of them will represent him in this personal matter. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to do my job and ensure that your brother is alright."

With that, Mic hung up. He then promptly turned off Shoto's phone.

"Go get your shoes on, boys," Mic said. "We're going to go to the hospital to see Natsuo. Midoriya, Eri is at therapy with Hound Dog. I want you to run and get her for me. I'll send Hound Dog a text to let him know you're coming. Shouta has meetings and patrol late tonight so I don't want to leave her here while we're gone. I need to make a few phone calls, and then I'll be ready to go."

"Wait, you want me to go get Eri by myself?" Izuku asked, looking slightly panicked.

"If you want to bring Todoroki or Shinsou with you, you can, but I trust you, kiddo. I know you'll be fine on your own." Mic then turned and handed Shoto his phone back. "Keep it shut off for now. I wouldn't be surprised if your dad's lawyers and PR reps tried to call you. They'll want to try to convince you to drop the custody dispute and abuse charges and try to get you to turn on Natsuo."

The three hurried to do as they were told and ran across campus to find Eri. They got a few strange looks, but no one stopped them. When they reached Hound Dog's office, they found the pair sitting at a low table, coloring together and discussing Eri's art.

"Boys, come in, our session was just about to end," Hound Dog said, giving them a smile.

Eri held up her drawing for them to see. "Deku, look, I drew us the night you saved me."

The drawing was crude, the scribbles clearly done by a child. There was a green, vaguely human shape with red feet and a silver band across the face that was clearly supposed to be Izuku. Next to him, holding his hand, was a white shape with startling red eyes, an oversized yellow horn curling from the head, representing Eri. Izuku could tell that she must be feeling self conscious of her horn, since she had exaggerated it so much in the drawing.

"He's asked to not be called Deku now, remember, Eri?" Hound Dog gently corrected.

She nodded sheepishly, blushing slightly. "Sorry, Mi… Midi…"

"It's okay, Eri. If you want, you can call me Izuku. That might be easier for you. Or you can call me Izu-kun like Himi-kun does sometimes."

Eri beamed at that. "Okay, Izu-kun!"

"I understand you are here to pick up Eri, correct?" Hound Dog said, standing from the low table, cringing slightly as his knees popped.

"Yeah. We are heading to the hospital to visit Shoto's brother and Aizawa won't be back until late."

"I think it will be good for Eri to leave campus for a little bit," Hound Dog said before turning to look at Eri, who was quietly cleaning up the crayons. "Eri, I want you to remember your breathing exercises. Stay close to Midoriya or Yamada, okay? I know the hospital will probably be a little scary, but you will be safe."

"I know I will. Izu-kun will be there!" she said cheerfully. "I'm always safe with him!"

Izuku melted slightly at that, giving her the soft and gentle smile he reserved only for her. "Come on, peanut. We need to go meet Mic."

"I'll hold on to your drawings, Eri," Hound Dog said, collecting the papers and tucking them away in a thickly packed folder. When he saw Hitoshi and Shoto staring at it, he gave them a stern expression, causing the pair to quickly look away.

That was Eri's patient folder and they had no business looking too closely at it.

The kids then hurried to meet Mic at the front gate, where he was waiting in his car. He had a rather nice car, nicer than Sir Nighteye's. It was American made and clearly imported into the country, considering which side of the car the wheel was on. It was well taken care of, and the pink child's car seat in the backseat seemed out of place with his rocker persona. Hitoshi chose to sit in the front seat, knowing that Eri would want Izuku to sit next to her and that Shoto wouldn't feel comfortable sitting in the front alone with Mic. Izuku had cast a confused glance at Hitoshi before climbing into the back, unsure of why the purple-haired boy wouldn't sit next to his boyfriend. But as soon as Izuku had himself and Eri buckled in, Shoto was lacing his fingers with Izuku, his grip tight. The taller boy pressed himself into Izuku's side, his worry evident in the way he held his tense body.

"It's going to be okay," Izuku assured. "Natsuo is tough."

"He's sensitive to heat though. His ice quirk isn't very strong and he mostly only uses it during the summer to keep himself from overheating. What if Endeavor burnt him? It'd be worse for Natsuo since he isn't built to handle flames."

"There's no use worrying right now," Mic said, catching their attention. "Once you see him and find out what happened, you can fuss. But for now, focus on staying calm."

As soon as they pulled up to the hospital, the group was piling out of the car, Eri's hand clutched tightly in Izuku's. Every time a nurse or doctor passed, she would flinch and tuck herself in closer to his side. Eventually, he stooped down and scooped her up, letting her bury her face into the side of his neck.

"It's alright, Eri. I know it's a little scary, but you're safe."

She didn't say anything. Instead, she just squeezed him tighter, her horn poking uncomfortably into his skin.

When they reached Natsuo's room, they could hear him inside, bickering with someone.

"No, I don't need to stay overnight! You've already taken photos and notes for the case, so there is no point in me staying. I've treated burns before, I know what I'm doing!"

"Sir, these are serious burns. A professional really should -"

"I may not be a doctor yet, but I've been treating burns for years. I can handle this."

Shoto shoved the door open, only to stumble as his knees buckled. Hitoshi caught him, keeping him upright as they struggled over to one of the chairs in the room.

When Izuku followed them in, he finally saw why Shoto was so upset.

Nastuo was badly burned. One of his arms was completely wrapped from fingertips to shoulder. His chest was bare, revealing streaks of red, shiny skin and mottling bruises. His nose was very clearly broken and he was sporting two black eyes, one of which was swollen shut. A boot was strapped to his left foot, hinting at possible broken bones. He had splinted fingers on both hands, each of them bruising from the breaks and dislocations. But when he saw his brother, Natsuo smiled his crooked grin, flashing a chipped front tooth.

"Shoto! Guess what! I actually got a couple hits in! Endev-whore is built like a brick shit house and it fucked up my hands, but I'm betting he's got a black eye to match mine!"

"Language," Izuku scolded, tilting his head towards Eri.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't see her there. Mic-sensei, hey, thanks for bringing Shoto and his friends. I appreciate it."

"Of course, it's no trouble."

Shoto finally spoke, shaking his head incredulously. "Are you seriously trying to convince the doctor that you should be released?"

"He is," the doctor said hautilly, her jaw set firmly in frustration. "Perhaps you can convince him to listen to reason and stay overnight."

"I'll be fine, seriously. I was treating your's and Touya's burns for as long as I can remember."

"It's different when it's your own body," Shoto said.

The doctor nodded. "And it's different when they are third degree burns. This is serious. If these don't heal properly, we will need to do skin grafts."

Natsuo grimaced. "I don't think we'll need to go that far."

"We very well might!"

Finally, Eri lifted her head from Izuku's shoulder to get a good look at Natsuo. Her cherry red eyes went wide as she saw the state he was in. Her bottom lip started to tremble as tears welled in her eyes.

"Did… did a villain get you?" she asked in a small voice.

"Um… well…" Natsuo started, trying to think of a way to explain the situation to the little girl.

"Eri you remember how Overhaul hurt you?" Mic asked gently. "Even though he said he cared about you?"

"Yes. He was a liar."

"That's right. He was a liar. He was supposed to take care of you and he didn't. Sometimes, that happens in families. Sometimes parents will hurt their kids. It isn't right and it's illegal. That's what happened to Natsuo and Shoto. Their dad hurt them."

"So is their dad going to go to jail like Overhaul did?"

"We hope so. We are trying to get him put there. It's hard though, because he has a job as a hero. That means he has a lot of money and people supporting him. So we just have to work extra hard."

Eri frowned. "But I thought heroes are supposed to be good."

"They are supposed to be. But heroes are human, and humans are not always good. That doesn't mean you shouldn't trust some heroes though, okay?"

She nodded once before trying to struggle out of Izuku's arms. He set her down, watching carefully as she tiptoed over to Natsuo's bed. Gently, she placed her small hand on top of his bandaged arm.

"I'm sorry you got hurt," Eri said solemnly. "I used to get hurt a lot, but now I don't. Izuku took me to some good people and they helped me. They'll help you too. Maybe I can find a way to help too."

Natsuo smiled at her, moving his arm so he could hold her hand, the raw skin of his burnt hand touching her scarred one. "Thank you, Eri. That is very sweet. They are helping me and Shoto, so don't worry. You just focus on yourself, okay?"

Her eyes welled with tears again. "But I want to help. Izuku and Aizawa-san and Mic-san helped me and I'm not doing anything to help anyone."

"You don't have to help anyone right now. You're still a kid."

"But… But I want to help!" she said, a small sob slipping out. A golden halo glowed around her horn as it started to grow slightly.

Izuku immediately was on high alert. "Eri, step back from Natsuo. Take some deep breaths, can you do that?"

Natsuo frowned, his brow furrowed. "Is this her quirk? Is she okay?"

"My horn!" Eri sobbed. The glow got brighter reaching Natsuo. "It's itchy! It hurts!"

Reaching across his body with his free arm, Natsuo went to try to comfort Eri, only to freeze up, a pained grimace on his face. A strangled cry slipped from somewhere deep in his chest as his eyes screwed tightly shut, his shoulders hunching.

"What's she doing? Is she hurting him?" the doctor asked, moving to pull Eri away.

Izuku leapt forward and grabbed the doctor, yanking her back from the hospital bed. "Don't touch her! It's dangerous! Mic, we need to do something to help her shut off her quirk!"

Mic looked panicked. "Sho is the one to shut it off! We still haven't found a good way for her to do it herself!"

"What's she doing?" Shoto asked, standing up from his seat.

"Her quirk is called Rewind," Izuku explained. "If we let it go on for too long, she could rewind him to nothing."

Quickly, Hitoshi spoke up, startling everyone.

"Eri! Listen to me! Focus on my voice. I am going to ask you a question and I need to verbally answer me. Can you do that?" he said, a desperate tinge to his voice.

Gritting her teeth, Eri nodded. "Yes!"

And just like that, her entire body relaxed. Her eyes opened, revealing white irises and a vacant expression.

She was caught under Hitoshi's quirk.

"Eri, focus on your body. Take a deep breath and turn off your quirk," Hitoshi instructed, the glowing from her horn already receding. "Remember how this feels. Focus on what it feels like to deactivate your quirk. Good, you're doing a good job. Now that it's off, I want you to take a few slow breaths in and out. Feel the anxiety and fear leave your body. Remember that you are safe here and that no one is mad at you."

Once it seemed like her breathing had evened out, Hitoshi let his quirk drop, freeing her. With a whimper, she slumped forward, barely holding herself up against the hospital bed.

Izuku ran forward, Mic hot on his heels. The both of them crouched beside her, Mic bundling her into his arms as they looked her over. Shoto and the doctor rushed to Natsuo, shooting rapid fire questions at him.

"Eri, are you in any pain?"

"Where did his bruises go? The burns?"

"Are you breathing okay? Was Hitoshi's quirk scary?

"Natsuo, does anything hurt?"

"Holy shit," Hitoshi whispered, his eyes huge. "She rewound all his injuries."

Izuku looked up and saw that Hitoshi was right. Natsuo looked as good as new and thankfully no younger than he did before. His gray eyes were blinking in confusion as he looked down at his chest, which now looked completely unscathed.

"Nothing hurts," he said in a small voice. "I… I feel fine."

"Do you have any memory loss?" the doctor asked, reaching out to unwrap his arm.

"No, I remember everything. I think it only rewound my body."

Izuku nodded. "That makes sense. From what I know about her quirk, which isn't a lot, she only rewinds people physically, not mentally."

Once Natsuo's arm was fully uncovered, they saw that he was healed, not even a scar left behind. The doctor set aside the bandages and kneeled beside Eri, who had tucked herself against Mic's chest and had her eyes closed, wiped out from using her quirk.

"Your name is Eri, right?" the doctor asked. Eri opened her eyes and nodded shyly. The doctor smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, Eri. I want to tell you that you did such a great job. You really helped Natsuo. He's perfectly healed up now. I'm very impressed. You would make an amazing doctor one day, if you wanted to. If it's alright, I'd like to check you over to make sure your quirk didn't hurt you. Is that okay?"

Eri looked to Mic nervously, waiting for him to answer for her.

"That would be very nice of you, thank you," he said, picking Eri up and holding her close. "You did such a great job, Eri. We'll keep working on your control, don't worry. It's so sweet that you helped Natsuo like that. I'll come with you to get checked out by the doctor, so you won't be alone. Boys, stay here with Natsuo. Don't leave this room, got it?"

All three teens nodded, watching as the adults left. As soon as the door closed, the three turned on Natsuo.

"What happened with Endeavor?" Hitoshi asked hurriedly.

Izuku sat on the edge of the bed and Shoto quickly followed suit. "Did he approach you?" Izuku asked.

Natsuo nodded. "Yeah, I was on my way to the library to do some studying when all of a sudden, he was in front of me, in all his flaming glory. First thing out of his mouth was "You will stop this nonsense over custody of Shoto." No greeting, no prelude, nothing. Just demands. So I told him no and said I would see him in court. Then, he was yelling, shouting about how we were ungrateful children, how he was our creator, and we owed him everything. I told him he was full of shit and that we were our own people. Said if he wanted to get custody of you, he was going to have to kill me and burn UA down to get to you. Things kept escalating from there and then suddenly he punched me in the face. Snapped my nose in one hit. So we started fighting, I got a couple hits in, and then his flames just started going wild. He burnt the shit out of my arm and sent me flying into a wall. People were freaking out and his flames were getting huge, so I did what I could to lower the temperature of the air around us to keep his flames from getting too out of control. It's good that Manual showed up when he did though and dowsed Endev-whore. Put his flames right out. Arrested him and then called me an ambulance and here we are."

"This is all my fault," Shoto said, his voice quiet. "If I had just -"

"No," Hitoshi snapped. His hand came down on Shoto's shoulder, silencing him. "You can not blame yourself. This isn't your fault at all. This is all on him."

"Damn straight. Glad you have someone around that has some common sense," Natsuo said with a smile.

Hitoshi snorted. "Izuku is the smart one, not me."

"I said common sense, not intelligence. Izuku is the kid who thought it was a good idea to build a bomb within the first, what month? Two months? Whatever, he built a bomb nearly as soon as he got to UA and set it off just to win a game of capture the flag and then ran on a broken foot."

Izuku squealed indignantly. "I didn't tell you about that!"

"You're right. Shoto told me about that."

"Shoto!"

"He asked about my friends."

"That doesn't matter right now," Hitoshi said, interrupting the bickering. "What matters is that Endeavor has been arrested and there are witnesses this time, so it can't be swept under the rug. Is Nezu ready to bring the child abuse charges against him?"

Natsuo nodded. "Yeah, we were going to be filing everything next week. I'm sure Nezu is expediting everything. It's good the police and doctors took the pictures of my injuries when I first got here though, or else Eri would have accidentally erased all the evidence."

"She really didn't mean to activate her quirk. She's still working on controlling it," Izuku said, a slight tinge of desperation to his voice.

"Oh, I'm not mad at her! I appreciate what she did! I really didn't want to have to get skin grafts. And then there was the issue of if my nerves had been fried. Could have ended my chances of finishing medical school if they had been. So really, she's my hero. As soon as she and I are both cleared, I'm going to take her out for the biggest ice cream sundae she's ever seen."

"So… you aren't upset? I mean, it hurt you, didn't it?"

"I mean, it didn't feel great but it was worth it," Natsuo said with a shrug. "Just because her quirk isn't perfect doesn't mean it's bad. I mean, look at me. My quirk is just called Cooling. All I can do is reduce the temperature of things, and not very well either. But today, I helped keep the fires from spreading. I used to cool Shoto's and Touya's burns. And in the future, when I'm a doctor, I can use it to help treat burns, swelling, and fevers. A quirk isn't the end all, be all, you know? It's just… it's just a thing. It's a thing to help you do stuff sometimes.

Hitoshi nodded. "Like Aizawa says: a quirk is just a tool. What matters is how you use it."

"And quirks don't designate your worth," Shoto said carefully, glancing at Izuku carefully. "What matters is who you are as a person. So even if someone never uses their quirk, or if they don't have one, it doesn't matter. Just matters if they do good."

Izuku sat quietly, mulling over everyone's words, his mind racing. Shoto was right. What mattered was doing good.

And Izuku knew he wasn't doing enough. Sure, he'd helped his friends a little, he'd helped save those people once, and he'd given information to the police. But besides that, all he was good for was taking up space. That, and analysis.

--

Hidden away in his room, Izuku took out the phone that Sir Nighteye had smuggled to him. Powering it up, Izuku found the emails that Nighteye had sent, each with videos attached. The videos were all of Mirio in training, trying to use the new aspects of his quirk. Izuku grimaced as Mirio's hand was shattered as he hit a punching bag.

It was odd, watching the way Mirio was using his quirk. When he went to move through something, there was no visible sign of his quirk. But when he went to hit something with his enhanced strength, what looked like blue lightning would crackle and criss-cross along his limbs and across his face. Mirio would move faster when the lightning showed up, and his strength would increase an unsettling amount. He seemed to be a good sport about his injuries, not cursing in the way Izuku would have been.

Something in the background of one of the videos caught Izuku's eye, making him frown. He backed up the footage and zoomed in slightly.

There, just in the corner, was All Might, though not in his muscular form. He was watching Mirio, smiling as Mirio managed a jump without injuring himself.

Why was All Might helping Mirio? Why was All Might in his skinny form? Was Mirio aware of All Might's time limit? Of All Might's injury? How well did All Might and Mirio know each other?

For a split second, Izuku almost considered the possibility that Mirio was related to All Might, but quickly threw out that idea. He wasn't Shoto, he wasn't one to take part in conspiracy theories.

But it didn't make sense. None of this did. Mirio's quirk, if it were to evolve, should never have developed into a strength and speed enhancement. It should have presented as something related to his quirk.

After fiddling on the phone for a little longer, Izuku began typing an email back to Nighteye.

' Have you tested if Mirio's quirk has been enhanced in other ways? Have you tested if he can bring other objects with him when he permeates? Usually when a quirk evolves, it doesn't show up like this. Maybe we are seeing this strength and speed because he isn't using his quirk correctly and the energy is backlashing through him. Also, can you send me research on any heroes who had late in life quirk evolutions similar to this? I tried looking it up online using the phone, but you've blocked most websites that I could use to do research. I would be looking for people who had quirk evolutions late in high school or early in their career. Maybe if I learn more about how they handled their quirk changes, I will be able to help Mirio.'

Within minutes of sending the email, Nighteye was sending an email back.

' Look into Nana Shimura. You can also try Hikage Shinomori and Daigoro Banjo. A hero known by En could also be one to look into. I will see if I can find more for you. " Attached were articles and screenshots of various websites, along with names of books where they were mentioned.

Izuku's frown only drew tighter. How did Nighteye already have a list of names? Had he already done some research in the past when trying to help Mirio? If he had, then why didn't he send that information along in the first place? It would have helped Izuku with analyzing Mirio from the start.

When Izuku pulled up the first article about Nana Shimura, the first thing he noticed was her smile. She looked like a kind woman, with a sweet face and dark hair that was styled in the same way Izuku's mom had styled her's. She had a small mole, just below her lip, and her hero costume accentuated her broad shoulders and muscular arms. Beside her was a young hero, just barely out of high school, and Izuku recognized him straight away.

That was All Might. Izuku would know him anywhere. He had studied All Might studiously growing up, yet he had never seen this article, discussing some successful mission that Nana Shimura had completed with her two sidekicks, Gran Torino and All Might. Izuku should have seen this before, he knew that. That meant only one thing: someone hadn't wanted anyone to find this article. There, in the corner of the page, was the Hero Commission stamp, meaning that this article had been pulled from a Commission file.

How Sir Nighteye had gotten ahold of it, Izuku didn't know, but he knew that he wasn't supposed to see it.

Staring at Nana Shimura's photo, Izuku had a weird feeling of recognition, looking at her face. It took a few long minutes before it clicked.

It seemed like Izuku was going to have to tear down the filters and programs keeping him from getting full access to the internet. Izuku had planned to just follow Nighteye's rules, but something was off and Izuku wanted answers. Actual answers, not the half truths that he'd been given. And what better way to get them than hacking into the Hero Commission database?