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Watching the body was a difficult task, but Toshinori was keeping track of it. If anyone here had a chance against the thing, if it decided to turn and bolt (or worse), it would be him in his All Might form that could possibly stop it.

Possibly. Only possibly.

But, it hadn't run away at all, instead the body had too much energy, and the power running it at the moment was going wild burning it, as the teenage form had been laying in a bed for number of hours idle. It was like managing a hyper 3 year old; it kept talking like it was deprived of speech, going from place to place, and speaking about itself in the 3rd person.

Aiwaza felt so bad for Yagi chaperoning the thing around the bunker, but he could tell that at least the older blonde was being entertained by it as it had and was doing some of the weirdest things:

It munched on some cold leftover noodles in a side fridge (at the exact 2 hour point it had said that the shell would need), ate six protein bars, went and bought four bags of pretzels out of a vending machine with Satoko's money and ate all four bags (dipping some of them in hot mustard), drank three more bottles of water, then went back to the vending machine and bought two bottles of green tea and some mixed boxes of Pocki, drank those and shared the Pocki with Toshinori asking him all sorts of questions about Aiwaza, but the way it asked was not in an innocent manner, and completely incomparable to it's childish actions (so Yagi was reluctant to answer, he did, but he kept it plain and surface level).

It set to doing merciless sets of pushups and sit-ups saying how the 'other' would thank it later. It did all sorts of series of long hand stands; jumping ones, one handed ones, ones where it would rock the lower half of body side to side working the muscles on the edges of the waist.

The power was so intelligent that it was frightening.

Toshi had handed it some physics problems, because it kept complaining that it was bored. And it solved all 60 formulas in 6 minutes.

It had a problem with being idle. It couldn't rest at all.

It read three books in less than an hour, one on Myths of Ancient Mesopotamia, and it kept laughing ridiculously saying how some of it was ludicrous and that it knew better, it read all of Kasaya's mental health psychology book for Merge School, and it flew through one of Toshi's personal favorites: Pride and Prejudice (guilty pleasure). It wasn't in Japanese either. It was in English, and the thing read it like it was no problem. The therapist was under the impression that he was the only one here that knew both English and Japanese, apparently Diasuta knew multiple languages.

It went on to give the doctor lessons in each. It compared the grammatical similarities and differences in the Roman symbol-based languages it knew (English, Spanish, French, Italian, German), then went on to explain Russian and Romanian. Then it crossed the border into Asiatic areas speaking on Korean, Japanese and Chinese. Apparently it spoke moderate Arabic and Farsi, as well as Swahili.

Toshinori was now the one asking it questions about how it knew so many dialects, and it dryly responded that Kasaya and 'Diasuta' (speaking of itself once again in 3rd person), were once on a very strict schedule which included block learnings of different subjects. Yagi was unable to get more information out of the 'killer' as it had pegged itself in the symposium hall that was being used as an obstacle course area.

It really was leaving that to Satoko, once he woke.

True to its word.

It had practically broke down one of the major pieces of equipment into it's base elements!

Doing that had reminded him of Momo, one of Aiwaza's Hero Classers. She had the power to 'create' non-living things. That was her quirk. The girl got a kick out of making clothing, electrical equipment, umbrellas. Anything the girl forgot for class, she just made another one.

This thing's Heaven's Arc was similar, but it could either make more of the same atoms or break-down both organic and non-organic it said, but the way it did it was unlike Momo as well; the girl had to memorize and study elemental compounds that made up items, Disaster did not have to.

It could touch something and know.

For One's All, Yagi concluded then, was literally pure white energy. Very similar to a dark angel it actually was; scary, other-worldly looking. The energy so powerful and raw that it had floated the physical body off the floor.

A wizard. Truly.

An exact show of all the mental quirks that All For One had gathered, that had merged together inside his younger brother, that split off from the physical quirks, and was passed onto their adopted cousin Chiara but he past One For All.

Kasaya Satoko, once merged in 100% completion with For One's All, would be For One's All, the teenager would become this force, and the world would know.

Undoubtedly.

It would know as soon as the power was unleashed.

Diasuta snapped it's fingers, breaking the therapist from that thought as it was finishing up talking about Swahili and with no specific agenda, Diasuta was everywhere again, all over the complex, looking at everything, Yagi in tow.

It was a chore just to keep up!

Finally, it had made it to the gym area where Kasaya conducted the physical blocks with All Might, which was a separate area from where it had showed Heaven's Arc.

It began to run the body out on a treadmill, and Yagi had sent Eraser the text that it was on mile 12, that it was in a full sprint, not hardly sweating at all, and talking on about a number of topics that he had no idea how it could know.

It blabbed about militaristic strategy, then went on to babble about mechanical upgrades for Soviet tanks, and then was talking about quantum theory and comparing and contrasting it to string theory, which were two separate theories entirely, but somehow, Disaster was actually making a hell of a lot of since.

Honestly, Toshi had no fucking idea how it could be physically straining the body like this, running at 24 miles an hour (which was beyond fast for any human), flat out Olympics worthy, and have enough mental stamina to speak as if brainstorming for a doctoral essay.

The therapist was floored.

It hadn't been lying about those 'study blocks' it blandly spoke of!

Disaster (or For One's All) had such an acute hyper-sensitivity to literally everything that it absorbed information like a sponge.

Some of the things it went on about were even above Toshi's head! And he was he one that had the damn doctorate!

Watching his counterpart, For One's All, blew his mind.

Didn't matter the texts to Eraser though.

The dark haired professor had opted out of watching the teen's body, because for obvious reason, he was not okay with being alone with Diasuta again, and now? Knowing that it wasn't the brain? But the power using a partial amount of the brain for a consciousness?

That it was actually 'the power' that had sucked a bite on his neck? That had used the body to lick and nip his lips?

It quaked him.

The power was being manageable right now. But how it said that it would abandon the body if it could, that meant it was flighty.

Which meant it could bolt, dash, change it's mind at anytime, swirl around and leave.

And with how awfully mannered and sexual it was?

It was the opposite of Satoko Kasaya.

It had feminine characteristics.

Which did not make a damn bit of sense!

The way it waved and smirked. The way it blinked the body's lids. The way it moved the gray moon eyes around, the way it sat, leaned.

It irked Aiwaza being around it, and he wanted no part of being alone with it, he'd taken off after Bakugo instead; and had found him smoking another cigarette out on the patio and had opted to have one with him, looking to chill out himself while his boyfriend was inside running a marathon of his own to keep up with the power.

"Hey." A sigh of relief. Here Apollo was. He hadn't gone as far as he'd thought.

"Hn." Bakugo had his legs dangling through the railing.

Aiwaza came and sat down by him, packing the cigarette pack in his palm, and lighting one with Satoko's lighter.

Clearly, Diasuta had left them there because it flat out didn't care for them. Kasaya wouldn't of done that.

"How you doin'?"

Pissed." Bakugo mouthed between two long sucks. His fingers perching the cigarette the way he always used to see his father do it when he was little.

"Hn. Same." Aiwaza sucked and blew too, watching the smoke billow out into the air. "It's a son of'bitch." Eraser was explicit in speech. He wanted the kid back too, just as much as the one next to him.

Bakugo swallowed putting his forehead on one of the railing's bars. More than anything he loved the one asleep in the dark inside the body. "At first, I didn't think I liked him... Saya."

"Huh?" Eraser was confused unsure where that sudden shoot of thought came from.

"But I kept lookin' for some reason." The blonde brought the cigarette to his lips, took a bit with concentration. "Then I started thinkin'. Then thinkin' more... almost too much."

"Hm, same with Yagi." He could relate. He just kept staring down that lengthy body of Toshi's. It was nice. Eyes not pulling away, he'd not really seen him that 'under dressed' and when Toshinori had moved to campus they were exposed to each other more.

His thoughts suddenly never could leave him.

"Then I started followin'." Bakugo smirked, looked at Eraserhead. "Y'know, one night Saya showed his lower level quirk stuff off to me a little, jus'what he could, and after we played tag." He turned away to look out over the campus again. "Like kids." Reminiscing.

The breeze blew a bit and both the men pulled their jackets tighter around them.

The way Bakugo spoke was as if he'd lost him already.

It crushed Aiwaza's soul.

This was not the Bakugo he knew.

Somehow... the blonde's determination was not there. His fires personality. Where'd it go?

"I didn't wanna know anyone, he didn't wanna know anyone. But somehow we found we wanted to know each other. So we became friends..."

Aiwaza smirked, the end of his cigarette lighting red. He knew. 'Yes.' He knew. He didn't have to finish his sentence.

"We set up this stupid ass fort in our room, an' we slept in it f'weeks."

"That sounds like fun." The reponse a bit throaty.

"Yeh. But now my bed's empty." The head turned away. "Disaster's fuckin' around and it doesn't even fuckin' get that what it's doin's ass backwards. It's got no need to care about shit, all it gives a shit about is th'fuckin' 'shell' as it calls it."

Eraser looked.

That statement.

It was painful.

Bakugo was right as rain though.

Disaster did not care about Satoko.

The power cared for the body. For itself.

That was all.

"It's jus'as Diasuta says isn't it?" Bakugo turned to face his professor again, taking the cigarette out of his mouth looking down at the stained boards of the deck. He was falling apart, his emotions breaking up. "Kasaya really is fucked up."

"Satoko is... messed up, yea." Aiwaza nodded. But he smirked, holding his left hand out. "Sorry."

Bakugo barely moved his red eyes, but shifted his palm to put his hand in his professors. It felt a bit awkward, but he knew it was just Eraserhead being a weight for him right now, to let him know he felt the same exact way.

For as flat of a tone as the scruffy faced hero possessed on a daily basis, Bakugo knew who he really was: The opposite internally. Someone who expressed a lot of emotion if you knew where to look. Kind of like Kasaya.

"Y'know, Satoko asked me to be his role model?"

"Yeh. He'tol'me." Smoke came out of Suki's mouth.

"But did he tell you how adamantly he begged?"

Bakugo looked to him.

Aiwaza talked with the cigarette perched on his lip. "He fell to the floor in the classroom, and he began crying at my feet. He was latched so tight on my jeans that I couldn't shake loose. I feel to crying with him. That was the day I told him I was scared as shit."

"Of th'world goin't'hell?"

"Mhm, but UA too." Aiwaza pulled it out. Puffed it. "With the LOA breakin' into the dome last year, we got a lot of heat from the government; them saying that we aren't protected enough and concerned about our students safety and affairs. The dean's pressed, and has been jumping through hoops. It just gets worse as students keep getting attacked." He sighed. "We're worried about a shut down by 'The Man'." Aiwaza meant their country's leader.

"WHAT!?" Bakugo's jaw dropped.

He and Kasaya lived here. Studied here. What about their diplomas?!

What about... everyone else?

"Yeh. We all think that's a part of the plan. To attack the UA students mercilessly, they already have to be escorted home, and that make's UA look like it's defenses are falling. The dean has it for now, but honestly..." He ran a hand through his hair. "They're already cutting funding, and we've lost two of our major sponsors. Three of our major grants. It's not just the heroes losing... UA is also losing."

Early in the morning, in the darkness of the bunker, cot slammed up against cot, Aiwaza whispered in the dark to Bakugo.

They hadn't slept at all.

Too anxious.

Too many things to talk about.

Too many things their worried about.

It was too much.

"Point is..." Aiwaza mumbled zipping up the sleeping bag. "I know he'll get through this. Satoko. He'll come out however, but he'll survive. I seen it in his eyes. We need him. We've gotta save so much shit right now."

"Hah? What look?" What did he see? He yawned.

"There's this look that people get." Aiwaza shrugged.

"What is it?" He wanted to know what his man looked like. He wanted to envision it on his face in his mind.

"It's the look when someone comes to such a realization that it changes their perspective on everything. He knows who he finally wants to become." He puffed. "Fully realized."

Katsuki was listening.

"I have no doubt. He'll come back. But here's the thing." Aiwaza turned a little in the cot, he was feeling kind of sappy.

Bakugo's eyes were barely open.

"People change. Shit changes. I'm sure you know that."

Bakugo did know that. He knew that well. As his mother told him to really look into people, inspect. As his curiosity aided him. As stuff was set to be changing all around them right now.

The whole atmosphere of Japan was going to change. UA was going to change.

"You know, I was almost married once."

"Wh... really?"

"Mhm. Yagi knows about it. It was my second relationship. I got real close to this girl. I was uh... 23 or 24. But I realized quick: Just because you get married, that doesn't exempt individuals from becoming different."

"What are you sayin'?"

"We were engaged, but I was changin' and she was staying the same, and she kept revolting that I was becoming someone else. And it's not like I could help it, I was learning some hard life lessons; my philosophy on life was altering. I used to be very conservative, but what I saw then opened me up, and made me who I am now."

Bakugo remained silent, wanting what he had to say.

"I had to break it off. She wasn't good for me. I couldn't be with someone who couldn't accept change." He sighed, ran a spare hand through his dark bangs, digging in deep with his intent. "In a Christian wedding they say 'til death do us part' and 'in sickness and in health', but that's jus'the easy shit. Of course, you'll fuckin' be there when they're ill; until the end. But what isn't spoken on is being there while someone is changing, accepting it, and being a support for that. Because that is what love is, truly. It's loving someone no matter what occurs."

"Does Toshinori do that f'you?"

"We've known each other for years. Yea. It wasn't until recently that I realized that's why I had to have him, why I felt I wanted to be with him, I needed him, even if he is a man. I don't care because he's seen me in many forms, but he loved me through all them." Eraser had a sheen of liquid cross his eyes. "When we first met, I was first dating that girl. I was a total nerd."

Bakugo chuckled. That was a word he used often in class to describe Deku. It was funny hearing it come out of his professor's mouth!

"He would joke with me and I would never laugh." Aiwaza smirked at himself. "And then, my sister got first diagnosed the same year one of our comrades died. His hero name was Section."

"I've heard it."

"Yea." The professor didn't go more into it. "Yagi was there when both happened. And then when I broke it off with the girl because I was changing; he supported it. Then after, I worked mercilessly and Yagi was the only one who accepted that, and he called it: I was doing it to ignore the world around me. Then I became a trainer, then professor." He breathed. "I was many different people in my life, always Aizawa Shota, but I went down one stream, then another a lot. I changed my hero name so many times." He let his eyes fall on the teen. "So my question is, are you willing to accept that that will happen in a marriage?"

Bakugo said nothing. Thinking.

"It's not a matter of tryin' to accept it either, because it will happen; that I can tell you."

"Are you tryin' t'make me rethink it?"

"No." Aiwaza blinked. "I want you to accept that you'll change just as many times. It's inevitable. You've changed already from who you were at the beginning of this year. I'm saying that Satoko and you have both changed together... and held on."

"So you..."

"I think you guys gotta fuckin' chance. Don't let this shit with Disaster get in the way of makin' him your fiancée."

Katuski instantly reeled around, yanked his legs out of the cot and scooted next to Aiwaza. He just wanted to be close to someone. "But what if he doesn't want to accept me... after he merges with that fuckwad?" Bakugo was scared.

"Nah."

"Hn?" Bakugo started to tear.

He turned to the kid, unzipping his yellow sleeping bag, sitting Indian style up in the cot, grabbing his hand as he had earlier, making the space smaller. "He's in love with you too, he just doesn't know it yet."

Katsuki sniffed. That hit hard. "How y'know? He hadn't said anythin'."

"I see it. Sometimes it's more about the sight and the feel, and less about the words."

Bakugo laid his head on Aiwaza's shoulder.

A thought struck him. "Is Kasaya your first... relationship?"

"Yea." A mumble. "I'm his too." Once he had gotten a hold on what 'Ashley' was to Satoko, he realized extremely quick that she was not a girlfriend. Not at all.

'Shit.' His thoughts went everywhere. Cautiously, Eraser put his hand up and ran his fingers over Bakugo's head, through his hair.

Hot and heavy. Sometimes love really can be like that. Weighty. Sometimes you don't have to date a million people to find the right one. Sometimes you can just look at the people around you in relationships and observe, listen to them talk, knowing that that isn't they way you'd want things, or pick up on good qualities and apply them to your definition of what an ideal partnership would be for you.

Aiwaza wished it could of been that way for him, but his life had taken the other route, the one more travelled than the narrow path that the younger two were on.

Satoko and Bakugo were high school sweethearts, as silly as that sounded.

"Jus'fuckin' be here." Bakugo babbled.

"Hm?" Aiwaza throated. Katsuki hadn't pushed his affection away yet, that was a surprise to him. He was getting so much more inclined to let people touch him, and the older one thought that that was good thing.

"My grandma, she's sick. I'll be leavin t'see her soon. But, I don't have anyone else, except Saya. Without him I have no family."

"It's alright." He combed his fingers through his hair. He repeated what Bakugo screamed once. "I won't abandon you."

"He..."

Aiwaza let him speak.

"He asked you t'be his role model?"

"Yea."

"Can I ask somethin'... ?"

"Of course."

"Can you... uh."

He felt Bakugo snuggle into his shoulder.

"You... jus'you and Toshinori know about us. Y'accept me. Y'tell me shit like you give a shit."

"I don... don't understand." He combed the hair. Bakugo had a head full of callics, no wonder his hair stuck out all over the place.

"I work f'you an'I'm a detective, but can I be... could y'ever see me as..."

"As a son?"

Bakugo sniffed. "Yeh. A real one."

"Yea." He squeezed him into a deep hug, Suki started bawling. "You're my kid Katsuki. You're mine. " Aiwaza's heart pounded and aching at the same time.

He'd felt this way for a little while already.

But now Bakugo was asking.

"I'll take you as you are... even if you punch me sometimes."

Bakugo smirked, and pushed the older man off him. It was hard, but in a playful way.

Aiwaza swung his forearm right up around the blonde's neck, and started knuckling his head.

"FUCK! LE'GO!" He whined... but he also, he was half laughing.

Bakugo divulged information to him that was personal and Aiwaza took him. He'd been a broken thing, but Eraser didn't give up, forgave and tried to foster him to health... by doing the best he knew how: By asking for Toshi's aid.

Aiwaza even accepted that his son was dating a man, as he was dating a man.

No wonder Katsuki felt the way he did, he had no father, and Aiwaza was the closest thing.

Eraserhead actually TOOK him.

"Le'go. Come'on!" Bakugo yelped.

"I want you in my life too Katsuki." Aiwaza mumbled. Eraser was trying to hold it together. He let go and punched him a little in the arm.

Bakugo smirked away, smacking him back across the shoulder. "Shut up. Uh... dad."

Aiwaza ruffled his hair. The biggest smile on his face. Dad. 'Yeh.' He was a dad.

Bakugo grumbled.

"Come'on Suki. Y'tired right?" Just like Bakugo called him what he was now, Aiwaza called him by a shorter version of his name.

Surely if they these names out while class was in session, everyone next semester would know something was up. They'd have to discuss later if they'd want that or not, but this was fine for now.

"Mhm." Bakugo laid back down in his cot, and he was soon asleep, finally at about 6 in the morning.

He got up as Katsuki was shivering and laid another blanket over him. "Goodnight." Aiwaza loomed.

He sighed, shaking his head over the 17 year old's sleeping form.

They had to be honest with him; Him and Toshinori.

They'd really dug themselves into a deep ass hole.

They were lying about Toshinori being All Might. They were lying by about knowing about Disaster being For One's All. They also were halted to tell Bakugo and Kasaya about the want to bring Midoriya in on things, because the green haired kid was both good at info gathering and the predecessor of Toshi's power.

They just couldn't continue on, holding things in like this. They couldn't keep on white lying.

"I love you kid." Aiwaza ran his fingers through blonde hair. His hands were on his own face.

He began at silently sputter, mewling in the dark, a grown man crying.

The hero professor was scared.

He fucking hated the position he was in, that the world was in.

His whole body shivered.

His heart beat sick in his chest.

Here he was: Eraserhead.

A liar.

No matter the reason for the lies (which was to not have Bakugo explode into flames, to keep the secret of 'the three powers' silent and out of the world's sight), it was still unfaithful.

And if they didn't tell him, tell Satoko, then his son would not respect him anymore.

He wanted to be loyal to Bakugo, and to his son's emotions, to his son's suitor's emotions.

No offense to Midoriya, as Toshinori and him had a close relationship that was father and son-like...

But Aiwaza's son was Bakugo, and he had to do right by him.

As he cried, he flipped his phone open to text.

Aiwaza: Toshi.

Toshinori: Hey you.

Aiwaza: Hey, whats it doing right now?

Toshinori: It's washing up. It's actually singing some sort of American song right now in the shower.

Aiwaza: I think once Satoko wakes up, we need to get the three together.

Toshinori: You mean?

Aiwaza: It did say that when Kasaya woke up that he would hear it's voice. That means that Disaster and Kasaya will both be alert, right?

Toshinori: Two awake and alert in the same body. Insane. I have a feeling that's not going to go to well.

Aiwaza: Me neither, but better to do it when all three are present.

Toshinori: Shota what are you talking about?

Aiwaza: About telling them the truth.

Toshinori: What!? Are you sure?

Aiwaza: Bakugo just asked me to be his dad.

Toshinori: Shit.

Aiwaza: It's not shit. But yea, shit. I love the kid. Just like you love Izuku. I can't keep on lying to him, to them. It hurts like hell. You know how bad this is, and all this shit with my sister. Everything. I'm to the end of my own emotions.

Toshinori: Then let's tell them. I can't stand to watch you falling apart like this.

Erasehead closed his phone, wiped his eyes and looked back to Bakugo, who was tossing a bit in his slumber.

The older man crawled back into his sleeping bag and scooted as close to his student as possible.

Here the brink of society was almost at a collapse without the public even knowing it, and he had two young men who looked up to him, a dying sister, a handsome boyfriend who loved him to death.

It was like...

The world even with good and bad things going on in each and everybody's lives, it would still collapse.

The League of Villians did not give a shit what was going on in people's lives.

Eraser looked at blonde hair. The back of Katsuki's head in the dark.

He hoped to the high heavens that Apollo would take the understanding route when they told them about how things actually were, who was actually who, and who they were thinking about bringing in on this casework, rather than exploding into a hideous fire.

He wanted to have faith that Bakugo was no longer a Fire Explosion Lord and truly Apollo. That Bakugo wouldn't go kill mode on Toshinori for being All Might. That Kasaya or Disaster wouldn't go ape on them over what truly Disaster actually was. That they wouldn't freak over them wanting Midoriya to join.

Seeing all three's reactions after telling them who Hero Deku truly was? A predecessor?

Aiwaza sighed.

It was down to Disaster and Deku.

Just as Toshi had pegged right from the start.

The world was in the teenager's hands.

The apocalypse would be in their cradle.

Surely, Apollo would be there, so would any of them that were asked to be.

So would any of them that were asked to be.

That struck a cord in the older man. He zipped up his yellow sleeping bag a bit more.

Was it really down to that?

Was it that bad that they had to put the student's lives on the line? In a perfect situation, he would not let his students get involved. The chance they'd be injured. Hurt. He hated it.

Especially with UA was already taking all the hits; the dean fighting to keep the school open.

How would it look if it got out to the public they were down to putting together a guerilla force of students?

Eraserhead had a moment as he was letting sleep take him.

In his mind he seen a flash and everything was on fire around them.

He was in the front, his goggles on, standing on the rooftop edge of a building, scarves waving in the wind. Toshinori in the background arm's crossed, his power gone. His day's as All Might over. And behind Eraser, a row of them stepped forward.

Sekijiro. Midnight. Present Mic. Mt. Lady. Endeavor. Cementos.

Those that were left.

All watching the fire burning; Tokyo turning to ash.

The orange flame in all their eyes.

Screams. Horns. Chaos.

But behind them?

Through the cracks between the Super Pros stepped the students.

All with the most solid expressions on their faces, knowing they were stronger than those son's a bitches below killing, lynching, molesting, stabbing. Maybe not in physical power, but in absolute inner grounding; the ones who stood there, they were not afraid.

Fighters they were being bred to be.

If it were all down to that, to that end, the kids would go down with the Super Pros.

They would all be on level playing field, and they would all stand and fight for Japan and for the world until Deku and Disaster's lightning storms could catch One For All, and wrap him up in their color.

Navy blue mixed with green.

But you know what they say about fire that burns so hot that it's blue.

That once it touches the skin, it's cold.

Because it sears the flesh right off the bone.

Cauterizing the wound as it is made.

That was what put Aiwaza to sleep.

Hearing his voice in his head on that rooftop.

A quiet tone to them:

I give you permission to engage in open combat.