Izuku sat on his hospital bed, fiddling with the edge of his sheet. Looking at the window, he could see that the skies were clear and blue, with not a cloud in sight.

Shoto and Hitoshi had just finished visiting him, where they had explained the extent of their own injuries before slipping him his own medical file so he could see what had happened.

Shoto had broken three ribs, all of which were clean breaks. He had various cuts and bruises, but they weren't as much of a concern as the wound on his arm, where he had been cut and he had cauterized it. Some of the dead flesh had to be cut away, but they expected he'd make a full recovery, though it would scar.

Izuku had a severe concussion. He'd passed out for a few seconds when he'd hit the wall the first time, and then had passed out a second time after the fighting. One of his ribs was cracked, as was his left collar bone. He'd chipped a couple teeth at some point, so he would eventually need to see a dentist, but that wasn't a major concern. The doctor's wanted to keep him in the hospital for a few days, since he'd had multiple head injuries.

Hitoshi had the least number of injuries. He had a few bruises and cuts from getting kidnapped and held prisoner, but that was it. The doctors did a drug screening on him to find out what was used to knock him out, but they determined there wouldn't be any lasting effects.

Once the three finished comparing battle scars, they finally discussed the kisses, which basically boiled down to Shoto point blank saying he and Hitoshi loved each other but also loved Izuku and hoped he loved them back. Izuku had wetly laughed, holding back tears as he confessed his own feelings.

"I don't get why you'd like me though," Izuku said, rubbing his eyes. "You guys are so special and I'm just -"

"You're just Dekiru," Hitoshi finished, smiling. "You can do anything. Including using your brain to save all of our lives and getting Shigaraki to kill All For One."

Izuku blushed. "I'll be honest, I didn't think Shigaraki would actually do it. I hoped, but didn't think he would. Really, I just wanted to rub in All For One's face that I fucked up his plan before I died."

"Well," Shoto said, taking Izuku's hand. "I'm glad you aren't dead."

"Me too," Izuku said, surprised to find himself actually feeling that way for once in his life.

Eventually Izuku's new boyfriends had to leave, leaving Izuku alone with his thoughts.

A tiny knock at the door caught his attention. Looking up, Izuku saw Nezu standing in the doorway, smiling gently at him.

"Hello, Midoriya. Do you mind if I come in?"

Izuku nodded. Nezu traipsed into the room and climbed up on the bed with Izuku, sitting at the edge of the bed, facing Izuku.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than I was, thank you."

"Good. I have been very worried, I will admit."

Izuku frowned. "I broke the rules though."

"Yes, you did. Which I fully expected. Midoriya, you know my quirk. And by now, I like to think I know you fairly well. I knew full well that you would find a way to leave campus to help in the search. That was why I didn't argue when Hawks was sent to keep an eye on you. I knew that when you did leave campus, he would be with you, which would increase your chances of survival to 30% instead of 17%. I had hoped that I would locate the League before you did, so that perhaps I could send a rescue team before you made your escape, but alas, you had kept the SIM card and found them first. I am glad to see our lessons have paid off, even if you did use them to circumvent me. But, in the end, even if I didn't already know all of this, I would still be worried about you, even though you broke the rules, because I care about you."

Izuku flinched slightly at that. Though he tried to hide the motion, Nezu noticed and zero-ed in on it.

"You don't believe me?"

"It's not that. I know people care about me now. I have all of my friends. But… but I've just been thinking a lot and… I… Well…"

"You have a concern?"

Izuku sighed. "Mic gave me a hug. So did Hawks. And Himiko. But Aizawa didn't. He didn't say anything to me. I broke his rules. I went against what he asked me to do. And he and Mic haven't come to see me yet. What if they changed their minds about me? What if they don't want me anymore?"

Gently, Nezu reached out and rested his paw on Izuku's hand as the boy sniffled, trying to hold back his tears.

"Both Eraserhead and Present Mic have sustained injuries, which had to be treated. They then had to be involved in the care decisions of various students, pro heroes, and civilians that were injured in the attack. Nomu were released in more than one location in the city, and there were injuries. They will come to check on you, I am sure of it."

"But what if they don't want to adopt me anymore?"

"Then the Bakugou's will. And if you don't want to stay with them, you will remain a ward of UA. I will ensure your safety, Midoriya, I swear it."

Tears dripped from Izuku's eyes. "Really?"

"Of course. Now, I understand that petting something soft can help humans to calm themselves. If you need, you may pet my fur, just this once," Nezu said, a twinkle in his eye as he smiled at Izuku.

Izuku laughed slightly before nodding. The boy leaned back in the bed, letting Nezu climb closer to sit beside him. Izuku raised a hand and gently ran it across the smooth fur of the mammel's head, stroking his fur. The two sat in silence together as Izuku continued to pet just behind Nezu's ear. Slowly, Izuku drifted back to sleep.

--

Once Izuku was asleep, Nezu slipped out of the bed and started padding down the hall. Any hero or sidekick he passed along the way gave him a wide berth, some going as far as to scramble out of his way.

It was clear he was on a mission.

Nezu made a beeline for the room he knew Shirakumo was being kept in, where he was sure he would find Aizawa.

He was, of course, proven right. Sitting in a chair beside Shirakumo was Aizawa, who was looking tired, beat up, but happy. The two men were smiling and talking quietly to one another when Nezu came in.

Shirakumo perked up. "Principal Nezu! Hi! How are you?"

"I am well, thank you for asking. While I would love to catch up with you sometime soon, Shirakumo, I need to speak to Aizawa."

Before Aizawa could say anything, Nezu turned on him, actually baring his teeth and puffing up his fur slightly while pinning his ears back in anger. "How dare you? How dare you abandon your child in his time of need? Have you not considered what he has gone through? Do you think ignoring him is an acceptable punishment?"

Shirakumo whipped his head to look at Aizawa. "Sho, what is he talking about?"

Aizawa's eyes had gone wide and he brought his hands up in a defensive manner. "Wow, Nezu, I don't understand what's going on here."

"You didn't think to inspect Izuku for injuries after the battle? Didn't think to express your happiness at his survival and safety? You didn't think that perhaps you should visit him in the hospital to check on him? I thought you were better than this, Aizawa!"

"I did check on him! He was still unconscious! I sat with him for about two hours before my doctor found out I snuck out of my room and forced me to go back! The only reason I'm able to be in here is because I convinced them to let me move my bed into Shirakumo's room!"

"If you are injured, then why are you out of bed?"

"Because he's stupid," Shirakumo said, shooting Aizawa a glare. He reached over and smacked Aizawa's arm, making the dark haired man hiss in startled pain. "If you're well enough to sit by me then you're well enough to go see your son! Are you fucking stupid? I thought you'd already gone to talk with him! But no, you did your bullshit avoidance thing again and waited until he was asleep. Have you checked on Eri?"

"Yes, I checked on Eri! She was sleeping too. Hizashi decided to stay with her so that she wouldn't be scared when she woke up."

"Well, your son is awake and alone. Go see him. Now."

"I was harsh on him last time we spoke. He may not want to see -"

"Nonsense," Nezu snapped, folding his little arms in front of his chest. "He wants to see you. The only people who have visited are Todoroki, Shinsou, and myself. Young Ms. Kan is still unable to, and Monoma is unable to leave his bed, so they have been unable to visit. Currently, Midoriya believes that you are angry with him and that you and Present Mic have changed your minds about adopting him. He cried himself to sleep while I sat with him."

Shirakumo smacked Aizawa again and Aizawa didn't even try to dodge. "Go see Midoriya right now, Sho, or I swear, as soon as I can get out of this bed, I will kick your ass!"

"Yeah, I know I need to. Will you be okay alone though?"

"Doesn't fucking matter! Kids don't get left alone!"

Nezu climbed onto the bed to sit beside Shirakumo. "I will stay here. Aizawa, go and sit with Izuku until he wakes. Explain where your mind is at. I will let the doctors know where you are and ensure they do not cause you any trouble."

With one last lingering look, Aizawa gave Shirakumo's hand a squeeze and then stepped from the room. He made his way to Izuku's room, avoiding his doctor as best he could. When he arrived, he found Izuku asleep, head tilted to the side and his chest rising and falling evenly.

Aizawa took the chair beside him, smiling slightly at the boy.

"Take as long as you need, problem child," Aizawa said. "I'll be here when you wake up."

--

When Izuku woke, he blinked his eyes up at the fluorescent lights. He groaned, his head throbbing slightly.

"Fuck, I hate concussions."

"You're telling me."

Izuku jumped in surprise, nearly launching himself out of the bed. Turning, he found Aizawa sitting in the chair beside his bed.

The man looked tired, the bags under his eyes darker than normal. His hair was greasy and unwashed and a purple bruise had bloomed across his cheek. Bandages poked out from under his sleeves and his eyes looked bloodshot in a way that had to be from a combination of exhaustion and quirk overuse.

"Oh," Izuku said carefully, trying to keep his voice even and light. "Sir. You're here. Did… I'm guessing Nezu talked to you."

Aizawa gave a short nod. "He said you had some concerns."

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. How's Eri?"

"Eri is fine. Hizashi texted and said she woke up a few minutes ago. Once she's done with all her tests, I'll take you to see her. Hawks is stuck giving reports on what happened, or he'd probably be here too. But, I'm not here to talk about other people. I'm here to talk about you."

Izuku felt his stomach sink. "The adoption?"

Aizawa nodded. "Yes. While I haven't spoken to the others yet, I wanted to ask if you'd be comfortable being adopted by Oboro as well."

The world seemed to freeze "What?'

"Well, I'm not sure if you knew this, but Hizashi and I dated Oboro when we were in high school. The three of us planned to get married. Now that… now that he's back, I am hoping he, Hizashi, and I can work out our relationship. I know that Hizashi and I still love him, though I don't know if he -"

"He does," Izuku interrupted. "He loves you. At one point, he thought he was going to die so he asked me to tell you guys that he never stopped loving you, not even when he was buried inside Kurogiri."

Aizawa released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "That's good to hear, but not what I want to talk about right now. I want your opinion on possibly being adopted by three men instead of two."

"You… You still want to adopt me?"

"Yes, of course. You're my son."

Izuku made a choking noise, looking away. "But I ran away to fight the League."

"No, you arranged a rescue mission, covered all of your legal bases, ensured you had back up, set a plan, and succeeded in rescuing all the hostages, along with playing a role in stopping the most evil and powerful villain in known history. You're a hero, Izuku."

"So… you aren't mad?"

Aizawa smiled. "No. No, I'm not mad. I was worried for you. I know I didn't show it well. I didn't approach you at the battle. I saw Mic and Hawks with you and assumed you were fine. I figured if there was an issue, it would be brought to my attention. And then, here at the hospital, I checked on you while you were still asleep and thought that was enough. I didn't take into consideration your emotional and mental health, and for that I apologize. It is something that I will work on. I think our whole family would benefit from learning how to better communicate our needs to one another. Until we have it figured out, there will be mess ups on all sides, from each of us. Hopefully, we will be able to forgive one another. So, finally, I want to say I am sorry. I am sorry I made you doubt me again. That wasn't my intention, but I can see how you could come to the conclusion you did. If you don't want to see me right now, I understand. Just know that you will always have a place in my home. I will always want you in my family and I will always consider you my son. I love you."

Izuku gave a small sob and reached out with both hands to his father, who immediately leaned forward to wrap him into a hug. He rubbed Izuku's back, letting him cry out all of the emotions he'd been bottling up.

"I know. I know, kid," Aizawa said, rocking them back and forth. "It's okay."

"I love you too, Dad," Izuku finally choked out.

Aizawa tightened his arms around Izuku, closing his eyes so tears wouldn't slip out.

--

3 Months Later*

Tenko Shimura sat at the visitation table and nervously picked at the skin around his nails. His hair was hanging in his eyes, hiding his face. He didn't look up until he heard the chair across from him squeak across the floor as it was pulled out.

Izuku sat down across from him, his face and skin free of cuts and bruises. "Hey," he said quietly, giving Shimura a smile. "You're looking healthier.

"You too. Last time I saw you, you looked like shit. All covered in All For One dust."

Izuku snorted. "All For One dust. Sounds so gross."

"Whatever. Took you long enough to come visit me."

"I only just managed to convince the facility to let me visit. They didn't want to let a minor in."

Shimura nodded. "Makes sense. An institute for the criminally insane really isn't a place for kids."

"I'm not most kids."

"True. Did you know All Might came to visit?"

"Really?" Izuku asked, perking up slightly. "How'd that go?"

"Badly, at first. Once I calmed down, it was okay. He told me about my grandma, which was nice. He also said I should call him Toshinori or Toshi, instead of All Might, since he's retired now. Speaking of, what am I supposed to call you? Dekiru? Midoriya?"

"It's actually Yamazawo now."

"What?"

Izuku rubbed at the back of his neck almost self consciously. "Eri came up with it. Remember how Kurogiri became that dude with the blue hair? That's Oboro Shirakumo. He and Present Mic and Eraserhead are married now. It got leaked to the news and was sort of a huge scandal. But, after they married, they continued the adoption process and adopted Eri and I. She combined their three last names and said she wanted it for her last name. Yama from Pops, Zaw for Dad, and the O from Papa. I took the name with her. I felt sort of bad, giving up my mom's name, but I know that she knows I love her and that she's still my family, you know?"

"Makes sense. You did what felt right. How is Kurogiri, though? Or Shirakumo now, I guess."

"Papa is good!" Izuku said, perking up. "He's been going to therapy, getting things figured out. His quirk is a little messed up sometimes, but he doesn't really have much interest in using it, honestly. He's decided to be a stay at home dad so he can be there for Eri and I. He worries about you. Asked me to tell him how you were doing. He'd probably like to visit you one day, if you'd be okay with it."

Shimura shrugged, but smiled ever so slightly. "That's fine. The guy basically raised me, so might as well let him visit."

"Cool, I'll let him know. And how is it here?"

"It's okay. Lots of therapy. Lots of arts and crafts. I see Twice sometimes. He's doing a lot better. Toshinori said he'd check in on Compress and Spinner for me too."

"From what I've heard, they're doing okay, but it'll be good for All Might to get out and see people. He and Nighteye have been staying home a lot lately," Izuku said. "Makes sense, I guess, since All Might lost his quirk and retired."

"How is Toshinori's successor? The one that goes to school with you?"

"Oh, Mirio? He's good! Classes are about to end, so he'll be graduating soon. I spoke to him a few weeks ago and he said he was actually kinda happy that One For All is gone. It caused him a lot of pain, so things are easier for him now that he's not having his body broken all the time. How are you, with your quirk being gone?"

Shimura grimaced, picking at his skin again. "Sorta weird. But also kind of nice. I feel… less messed up inside without it. The itch is gone too. I still scratch or pick sometimes, but not as often. My therapist says I do it because it's become a self soothing thing, but an unhealthy one. We're working to find something to replace it with."

Izuku nodded. "Have you considered fidget toys?"

"Yeah, we talked about it. I'm still waiting to get one."

"I can bring you a couple next time I visit."

"Next time?"

"Yeah, of course. I told you, I'm going to help you. Maybe, one day, we can be something close to friends. That is, if you'd be okay with that."

Shimura smiled down at his hands. "Yeah. I'd be okay with that."

--

When Izuku got back to the dorms, he found Hitoshi and Shoto waiting for him on the couch, watching the news. He jumped over the back of the couch and squeezed himself in between the two boys. Hitoshi chuckled, throwing his arm across Izuku's shoulders, his fingers playing with Shoto's hair.

"There's my favorite bean sprout. How'd the visit go?"

"Went well, I think! He's put on a little weight, which I'm happy to see. Have I missed the verdict?"

Shoto shook his head, eyes still glued to the TV screen. "They're about to announce it and dismiss the court."

As if on cue, the courthouse doors opened and people began to flood out. Fuyumi and Rei Todoroki hurried out first, the two women huddled together, both looking rather upset. Shoto shifted nervously as he watched them hurry to a car and climb inside before peeling away from the curb. Endeavor exited next, his lawyer beside him, the two bickering about something. Behind them, in well tailored suits, were Natsuo and Keigo, both grinning happily. Keigo was talking at top speeds, occasionally bumping his shoulder against Natsuo's, earning himself a laugh from the white haired man. That made Keigo smile even wider. He winked at Natsuo, making him blush slightly.

Shoto growled slightly. "Hawks, stop flirting with my brother on TV, you oversized chicken."

"Oh, so it's okay if it's not on TV?" Izuku asked with a laugh.

"I can't stop him either way, but at least when its not on TV, Natsuo isn't at risk of getting targeted by your stupid brother's enemies."

Finally, the newscaster spoke. " This just in! Endeavor has been convicted of assault, domestic violence, child neglect, and child abuse! His sentencing hearing will be in a week though the prosecutor is already expecting an appeal. Endeavor's hero license is suspended until he faces the Hero Commission's License Review Board, where they will discuss what steps will be taken regarding his hero license. He will be under house arrest until the hearing! "

Hitoshi let out a loud cheer, his hands up in the air triumphantly. Izuku was grinning from ear to ear, nearly vibrating in his seat with excitement.

"They did it! Holy shit! Yes!" Izuku yelled, grabbing and squeezing Shoto's hand.

Shoto wasn't reacting as excitedly. "The Commission will let him keep his license though. They'll probably just make him take some stupid remedial class and he'll be back in the field."

"His ranking might take a dive," Hitoshi said, almost hopefully.

Shoto shook his head. "With All Might retiring, I doubt the Commission will want to drop a hero's ranking like that. It'll scare people. Too much change, you know?"

"Maybe, but with All For One and the League gone, things have stayed pretty calm. They might be able to drop him and make Hawks the Number 1."

Before Hitoshi could continue, the sound of a gun rang out from the TV screen, followed by people screaming.

Looking back at the screen, the three saw Endeavor stumble backwards a step, hand clutching at his shoulder. The flames on his face had snuffed out, the slightest bit of smoke curling off his skin. Keigo had flared his wings, throwing himself onto Natsuo and driving them both to the ground, shielding the other man with his own body. The reporters and crowd at the courthouse were screaming, ducking and covering their heads as they ran.

" Endeavor has been shot! I repeat, an unknown shooter has fired on Endeavor! " the newscaster yelled.

One brave reporter crept closer to Endeavor, the camera focusing in on the hero. Endeavor pulled something from his shoulder and held it up to the light, squinting at it.

In his hand was a tiny, needle tipped, red bullet.

"Oh shit," Izuku whispered, his blood running cold. "I knew I was forgetting something."

Snarling, Endeavor clenched his fist, obviously trying to activate his quirk and melt the bullet.

Nothing happened.

For a split second, a look of panic crossed his face. Scowling, he tried again, but still nothing happened.

" My quirk," the man growled, fear obvious in his voice. " My quirk isn't working. It's a suppressor bullet! "

"Izuku, do you know what that thing is?" Hitoshi asked, looking confused.

"Uh… Yeah… Remember the night I showed up at UA with Eri and Himiko? We came straight from Overhaul's base. But we couldn't get here by ourselves. So we called Dabi. I made him a deal to give us a ride. He's always hated Endeavor so in exchange for a ride, I gave him a bullet I stole from Overhaul. Dabi also gave me a warning about Shigaraki, since he thought the bullet was so valuable. I never said anything because I didn't trust anyone here enough to give them a heads up about Dabi. By the time I trusted anyone, I sorta forgot."

Shoto's grip on Izuku's hand tightened. "What did Dabi just shoot my father with?"

"It's a… It's a quirk destroying bullet. Endeavor doesn't have a quirk anymore. And since he's not as smart as me or Nezu, he won't be able to continue as a hero. He'll lose his license."

Everything was silent. And then, Shoto burst out laughing. He laughed so loud and so hard that tears started to well at the corners of his eyes. "You mean, my dad, the king of quirk supremacy, just lost his quirk on national television?"

"Uh… yeah. Sorry?"

Shoto kept laughing, his head thrown back. "This is the best day of my life! I'm going to need to write Dabi a thank you letter!"

"Yeah, about Dabi. You had an older brother, didn't you? What was his quirk?"

"Touya. He died when I was little. He had a blue flame quirk that hurt… him… Oh."

"Sorry. Wasn't sure if it was a valid theory and was a little too busy to explore it much."

They were quiet again until Hitoshi snorted loudly, breaking the second round of silence. "Well, you and Natsuo owe Touya some dinner, don't you? Maybe a desert too? I think he's earned it."

All three boys laughed that time.