Izuku had never felt more panicked in his entire life. He hadn't seen Ichiro for hours, and apparently his friends hadn't either. It didn't take very long for Inco to organize a massive search party around the city. Kyouko, Yasu, and Taro's families had all agreed to help out. The Bakugo's soon joined the search upon realizing their own son was missing too. Kachan's mom had decided it would be best for her to go to the police station while the rest of them searched. Izuku and Inco looked all around the beach, while the others were searching in the city.

"Do you think he could've come back here?" Inco asked, "maybe he hurt himself somehow and we just can't find him." They looked around the beach with two small flashlights.

"He's got to be here somewhere," Izuku said, "we'll find before the night is over."

They searched every inch of the beach up and down. Izuku looked behind every scrap of trash he could find, praying that maybe Ichiro would just be stuck behind one of them. It was to no avail. Ichiro was nowhere to be seen. Izuku felt a few waterworks beginning to form in his eyes, though he tried to push through it. They would find his brother, sooner or later, Ichiro would turn up.

…

Atsushi Yasu felt something he wasn't usually familiar with, real fear. Sure, he'd been mildly scared of small things like heights, or large bugs, or anything else like that in the past. However, this felt different. Something deep inside of him knew that they would not find Ichiro tonight. No, he thought, stop thinking like that. He tried to stay brave, he really did, but the night dragged on and on.

Up in front of him, he saw his five brothers scraping through every trash can they could find, looking in every shop, checking every corner of this old mall. Kyouko had once said, if someone were to get lost in the city, they were as good as dead. Yasu shuddered at that thought, and tried to go back to what he'd been doing. He turned away from the abandoned mall and went over towards Music of The West, an English music store.

The moon in the sky illuminated the place separate from everything else. The store had various posters hanging in the front of the windows with American Pop stars and Rock artists. The store didn't have a single Japanese character on it. Ichiro had loved coming to this place, it was the place where they'd become best friends for the rest of time. Ichiro's favorite place in the whole world. Maybe he came here. Unfortunately, the doors to the front of the book store were locked behind bars. Even still, Yasu was able to peek inside at all the racks of English CD's that decorated the interior. As he looked inside, Yasu found his mind wandering back into the past.

…

"Mommy, mommy! Look over there, it's the entire album of ooof." Yasu felt an impact straight into his back. Yasu turned around to look at the bright green ball of energy that had just crashed into him. He recognized this boy, it was Ichiro, from his quirk therapy classes.

"Midoriya?" He asked, "what are you doing here?" Ichiro put a hand on his head and looked at Yasu nervously. His mom came to stand next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Ichiro looked left and right, before giving an awkward smile.

"Uh… hi Yasu." He said.

"You know him dear?" Mrs. Midoriya said.

"Oh yeah," Yasu said, "We're in quirk therapy class together."

"Oh wow," Mrs. Midoriya said, "you must also have a strong quirk then." At the mention of his quirk, Yasu flinched.

"Yeah," he said, "sure." Mrs. Midoriya frowned at that, but thankfully said nothing else on the subject.

"Well then," she said, "are your parents around?" Yasu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nope," he said proudly, "my big brother is over there." He pointed over towards one of the CD racks. "Mom said we could come here together. I really love music, and he loves American culture, so we thought this would be the perfect place to come."

"Wow, look at that Ichiro," Mrs. Midoriya said, "another person who likes American culture, you should go introduce yourself." Mrs. Midoriya might not have noticed it, but Yasu saw that a small inkling of panic flicked across Midoriya's face.

"Um," Midoriya said, "But, I only wanted to come here to get CD's."

Yasu smirked, he saw right through the excuse, he could help Midoriya. Without warning, he flung his arm around Ichiro. Ichiro gasped, but didn't push him away.

"Come on buddy, I'm sure my big bro would love to meet you." He said. "He's got this whole collection of American music, and I hear that he's completely fluent." Ichiro stiffened beneath his arms. Yasu looked up at Mrs. Midoriya, and she smiled approvingly.

"He does?" Ichiro asked, "Like, could he talk to me in English? Oh! Does he know how to pronounce his 'th' correctly? I always struggle with that, could he help me with it?"

Yasu chuckled, "I sure he can, but he won't unless you come meet him."

…

Yasu smiled to himself, drifting back to the present. Ichiro will never admit it, but he was just like Izuku back then. He just needed a little push to come out of his shell. Ichiro's fascination with English and American culture certainly didn't come from Yasu and his family, but they had definitely expanded it. Yasu backed away from the old music store, he couldn't see anything inside but old memories. Oh Ichiro, where are you?

…

"AHA!" Setsuko Kyouko shouted triumphantly. Next to her, Taro jumped. "I've cracked it." Her voice was partially lost in the wind. Their old convertible car was barely large enough to fit her parents and Taro together.

"What is it?" Taro asked from her right side. Kyouko didn't answer right away, staring at her phone as the GPS systems finished loading.

"I was able to activate my tracking device in Midoriya's phone!" She announced. From up ahead her mom slammed on the breaks, slamming all four of them back into their seats. The traffic behind them screeched to a halt with horns yelling vociferously at them.

"You found him?" Her father asked, "where?" Kyouko pushed up her glasses in triumph.

"Let me see here," She said, following the roads on the digital map. "Take a left," She said. Her mother didn't waste any time and threw the car down the road at full speed. They skidded left. "Now take a right." SCREECH. "Left," Another screech. "One more right." A final screech. "Here." She said.

Her mom brought the car to a stop on the side of the road. Kyouko looked around to see all sorts of colorful city lights. Cars moved down the road on her right and the pavement smelled fresh, though that could just be her confusing what the car smelled like. On the left were various small shops that had closed down for the night, and right in the middle of all of it was one tiny opening. Kyouko pointed down the alleyway,

"There." The family jumped out of their car and hurried over to the alleyway. "According to this, his phone should be right in here."

They came to the alleyway and were immediately engulfed in darkness. Unlike the city outside, no light was allowed to exist in this dreadful place. Trying her hardest to make out the features, Kyouko thought she could see a small dumpster on the far right side of the alleyway. Other than that there was nothing.

"Maybe try texting him?" Taro asked.

"Already doing that," Kyouko said, furiously typing out a message to Midoriya. WHERE ARE YOU. She clicked send and waited. There was a tense pause where nobody moved. Then, out of the darkness, Kyouko saw a light over by the dumpster. Ding.

…

"Quit it with your bureaucracy, just organize a damn search party!" Mitsuki Bakugo shouted at the top of her lungs. "My son is missing and all you care about is your documentation?"

"Please honey, we need their help." Her husband Masuru said from her side. "They just need to make it official." He put a hand on her shoulder and Mitsuki felt her steam blow off slightly. "Just, take a deep breath. We'll have heroes help once we do this paperwork." Mitsuki looked, with murderous eyes, at the useless clerk in front of her, but ultimately ended up taking the papers.

Sitting down in one of the green waiting chairs, Mitsuki let out a long and dramatic sigh. Come one Mitsuki, pull yourself together. The room she was in didn't do much to help her nerves. Various other people sat around the police station in similar chairs, each only looking worried sick. Numerous cops and officials fluttered around behind the wooden front desk. She pulled her eyes away from the stimulation and just looked at the carpet, a solid green carpet, that could calm her down.

Next to her, Masuru produced a pen and started filling out his forms. Her hands twitched as she took her own pen. Masuru placed his hand on hers gently, and began rubbing it like he always did. Mitsuki stopped, and had to take extra precautions to ensure that she did not break down in public.

"Don't worry," Masuru said, "We will find him, and if we don't then I'm sure the heroes will." Mitsuki took a deep breath, calm, I can be calm. I won't freak out, the heroes will find my son.

"Thank you," she said, looking over at her husband. His glasses reflected a glare from the white light of the room, making it hard for her to see his eyes. Somehow, through all the worry he still kept it together. "The heroes will find him. I just hope he doesn't get hurt, wherever he is."

"He's a strong kid. Everything will be fine, trust me." Mitsuki wrapped an arm around Masuru. Bless him. He may be irrationally optimistic sometimes, but he at least knew how to comfort her when she desperately needed it.

"I really want to believe that." she said, "but… nothing changes the fact that he can't use his quirk. Even the strongest people in this world struggle without their quirk. We've both watched Katsuki grow up, he's not strong enough to stand alone quirkless." Masuru returned the arm and brought Mitsuki into a warm bear hug.

"Then we'll just have to find him even faster." He said.

…

The wind whipped through Izuku's hair as they sped through the city on Inco's moped. He checked his phone once again to read the text from Kyouko. Get over here. He wondered what they had found, hopefully it was Ichiro. Though if it was Ichiro then why wouldn't Kyouko just say that? It might be a clue that will lead us to him.

The moped screeched to a halt as they entered onto a street with multiple closed shops and department stores. The Kyouko's and Taro were standing on the sidewalk waiting for them. Inco parked the moped and took her helmet off as they approached.

"What did you find?" Izuku asked immediately. Kyouko reached into her bag and removed a small metallic phone.

"I was able to trace his phone to that alleyway using a GPS coordinate." She explained. "This must be the last place Ichiro was before he disappeared." Izuku looked around, the street looked relatively normal, but she said they'd found it in the alleyway. So something must've happened in the alleyway! He concluded.

"Let's search the place," Inco commanded, "maybe there's more clues for us to find here."

"We did," Kyouko's dad said, "there's just trash in that alley. Though, there is one more thing that Taro was able to bring to our attention. Ichiro has a Smart Watch, using the phone we could technically track the watch if he's still wearing it."

A.N.

How clever of them. Thanks for reading the chapter, I hope ya'll enjoyed. I've been feeling really burnt out of this story recently. I had very little motivation to work on it, though I've figured out why. I was thinking too small, I was attaching myself to the canon too hard and when the story started diverging from canon I didn't like it. But now I realise, that Izuku's story has already been told, we already know what happens. I'm here to tell Ichiro's story, something fresh and new. I can do literally anything I want without being shackled to the canon story, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Goodbye for now, the next chapter will be out very soon, where we will pick back up with what Ichiro and Bakugo are up to.

Love ya'll

-Nick