I was going to release this chapter towards end of the month when the anime returns, but writing has been good (and lot of people writing stories pushed this out of the front page) so to help the story get going, here is an extra chapter for your enjoyment. I hope you like Inko Midoriya.

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Proofread by 3DPhantom

"IZUKU!"

The phone fell on the large sofa as Inko Midoriya jumped up and ran to her son with the speed of an Olympic sprinter. She stopped in front of Izuku like she had been hit by a paralyzing quirk. Her eyes widened at the sight of blood droplets all around his clothes and the lingering stink of vomit. Tears started to flow from her eyes, probably enough that it could have washed away the blood.

"Wha… blood… Izuku are you okay, what happened, does it hurt anywhere?! I'm going to call help!" She spoke so fast her sentences started blurring together, but the last part was completely clear. Izuku's eyes widened and turned towards the sofa where the phone still waited, probably in the middle of a call to the police.

He grabbed his mother's arm just in time before she got out of reach and back to the phone. He pulled her close. He whispered, afraid the phone might pick up sounds from afar.

"You can't talk to the police or anyone."

"Izuku, what is going on?" she asked, thankfully more quietly than before.

"I saw dad."

His mother's eyes widened and glazed over for a moment. After recovering she looked at his bloodstained clothes again.

"Not either of ours. He saved me. I will explain everything, but…" Izuku glanced at the sofa, "we don't want to talk to police right now… I think. Please mom."

She stared at his eyes and slowly nodded. Her steps were shaky as she walked to the sofa.

"Hello, yes I'm still here. Sorry. He just came back home. I may have overreacted. He's my everything. No, he doesn't he… apparently his father showed up suddenly and wanted to talk to him. No, I… can take care of my own family matters. Yes, I will call if something bad happens. I'm sorry for taking your time."

She put down the phone and collapsed on the sofa.

"Mom!" Izuku rushed to her side. He took her hand in his and put the other on her shoulder. He breathed a little easier seeing she was still conscious, just shocked by everything that had happened. "Mom, breathe."

It took her a few seconds to calm down and sit upright on the sofa. She tapped the spot next to her.

"You should sit. If we are going to talk about your father, it will take time."

Izuku moved to do as she asked but remembered his tainted clothes. He took off his school uniform's shirt and pants and put them on the table before sitting down on the clean expensive sofa. His mother drew deep breath.

"Okay, tell me everything that happened."

"Promise you won't freak out?" Izuku asked.

"If you have to ask that I can't promise I won't," she answered.

"I got kidnapped by some gang when I was walking home from school."

She started immediately breathing faster. He grabbed her hand and leaned closer to pull her against him. He spoke quietly once their heads were touching.

"I'm here mom. I'm safe. Dad saved me."

"He… did? Wait, did he work with the kidnappers?" She pulled away from the hug to meet Izuku's eyes.

"No. I think their leader used to work for dad at some point but," Izuku paused, "that blood is his. I know dad is… considered a villain, but he has still been keeping an eye on us."

Izuku explained to her what had happened during his kidnapping. His mother's expression briefly changed from tense fear to surprise when Izuku talked about using his quirk. She settled on somewhere between fear and anger after he started telling her what had happened after his father arrived.

"So, he was lying about his quirk. I suspected that when your hair changed to look like his when he wasn't colouring it. Please tell me he at least took care of you afterwards. Using a quirk on someone's head like that..."

"He did mom," Izuku assured and continued the story about how dad had taken him to... Well, he didn't know where, and helped him there with some doctor. He briefly referenced their talk about what is a villain but focused more on why his father had left them, how they would be in danger if they were connected to him and about his… their quirk. Inko managed to keep seemingly calm but Izuku could feel her squeezing his hand. He rubbed his forehead with his free hand.

His mother snapped out of her thoughts and stared at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Mostly," Izuku answered. "Dad's doctor said I could have had permanent brain damage from that quirk that knocked me out, but dad had some healing quirk. They said they need to treat me a few other times before it completely heals."

"So, you are going to see him again?"

"…Yes, at least until I recover and," Izuku paused and looked down, face tense and fresh tears falling on the sofa, "I need to know more about him… even, even if he is a villain. I've spent too many years missing him even when I couldn't remember his face anymore. I… I don't think I can…."

"Izuku," his mother cried and pulled him into a hug. Izuku had inherited her tear ducts so both their shirts got soaked before they started talking again.

"I'm so sorry. He has been gone so long I didn't consider you might still be missing him, while I just ignored your questions and lied about where he was. I won't stop you from talking to him, but only once I see him."

Izuku pulled back from the hug.

"Mom are you sure?" He asked only to receive the sternest look she could come up with.

"He is still a villain who might be plotting something. He is also my husband. Do not forget that. Now, how are you planning to meet him again?"

"The guy with a warping quirk that helped dad keep an eye on us, at least me, he's a teacher at my school. He's supposed to take me after school."

"Then I'll be there," she said in her this-discussion-is-over voice. She looked at the bloodstained clothes, holding in more tears, and got up.

"I should wash those. There's food on the stove," she pointed at Izuku and switched to her most commanding voice that Izuku hadn't heard in years. "Don't go anywhere and lay down if you start feeling worse in any way."

"Yes mom," Izuku responded and went to eat. After sitting down by the dining table, he raised his hand to look at the palm and the little hole in it.

"All For One," he muttered and turned his hand around. He should now have those other two quirks permanently. He tried to focus on the blade-like fire quirk. When he accidentally took Bakugo's quirk there was a strange feeling with his own quirk itself and mentally reaching for it…

A flicker of fire appeared on the back of his hand and quickly spread into an oval-shaped mass of flames. Luckily it didn't really burn him though he could feel the uncomfortable heat. He was lucky he had taken off his long-sleeved top shirt before trying the quirk. It still didn't look like what he had been threatened with. He stared at the flame, breathing a little faster with every passing moment.

"Izuku?"

He spun around raising his hand and open palm towards the sound. His fingers touched the flame he was still producing. He yelped at the same time as his chair fell on the ground. The fire disappeared and Izuku was left facing his mother, about to wash the floor with her tears again.

Izuku stared at her for a while as his breathing calmed down.

"Sorry mom," he said. "I don't think I'm as okay from that kidnapping as I thought."

He glanced at his burned fingers. His mother grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the sink. Cold water felt good. They spent the rest of the evening sitting together, except when they got Izuku's clothes. His mother even tucked Izuku into bed for the first time in years. It didn't help him sleep any better though.

She barely let him leave to school on his own, checking the bandages on his fingers before he left. At least Izuku's head didn't cause any big problems. Just some dizziness when he got up, and he didn't tell his mother about that.

At school no one cared about him being injured or repeatedly rubbing his forehead. He had felt a bit dizzy again by the time he got to school and sat down. Unable to focus, Izuku spent most of the time staring at his bandaged fingers. If he was going to keep the quirks he took, since he didn't expect their owners to show up again, he'd have to learn to control them. Maybe he could even pretend one of them was his when he would go to high school. For a moment Izuku considered asking help from the school's quirk councillor but abandoned the idea. He had asked the man's help exactly once in the past and the answer was the same as everyone else's: His quirk is villainous and the only thing he should worry about should be not using it.

Izuku sighed. There was only one person who could really help him control his quirks, at least only one who would. Something slapped him on the shoulder. Izuku's head snapped up to see the quickly retreating hand of a teacher whose quirk let him reach quite far.

"Since you seem so excited for class, it should be easy for you to solve this equation," the teacher said and pointed to the blackboard. Izuku quickly scanned everything that had been written, calculating as the impatient teacher kept staring at him. Bakugo muttered "useless".

"X equals five or negative five," Izuku answered. The teacher glanced back at the equation he had written.

"Correct. That doesn't mean you can slack off."

"I'm not feeling too well," Izuku said honestly.

"Sure you aren't."

The teacher continued the lesson without paying any more attention to Izuku, despite what he had said. This was a teacher, someone who's supposed to teach them how things worked, but he barely paid attention to the class himself. No wonder his classmates were so uncaring with these kind of adults in their lives.

As soon as the class ended Izuku got up and walked out, ignoring classmates who kept a close eye on him as he passed them. He didn't care and headed straight towards the teachers' lounge, scanning for faces until he found who he was looking for.

"Kuro-sensei."

"Young Midoriya, do you want to talk about something?"

"Yes, um, somewhere el…" Izuku paused when the man put a hand to his shoulder. Small amounts of mist spread from the hand flowing around Izuku's shoulder. It was oddly comforting.

"Come with me," Kurogiri whispered and gestured for Izuku to step in a nearby small stairwell. As soon as they were out of anyone's sight a mass of mist encased Izuku. Any time before or with anyone else Izuku might have been scared at the sudden darkness, but he had learned to relax when with Kuro-sensei. It was genuine relief he still felt this amount of trust despite finding the teacher wasn't who he thought. The darkness was gone as fast as it came and Izuku was standing on the roof of the school.

"You wanted to discuss something. I assume you don't want me to take you to master this early."

"There is actually something I should talk to you about… I think I mostly needed a friend. I've been thinking about everything wrong with this place more than usually. You've been the only nice person in this school and yesterday," Izuku paused, "you didn't talk much but I could sense how you felt. I wanted to thank you for actually caring."

He chose to not ask about the men Kurogiri had made disappear. The man stepped closer, putting a hand on Izuku's shoulder again.

"It is my duty here to protect you above all else. That is the mission master has given me."

"Dad," Izuku said. "He said something about holding you back. It's more than a mission isn't it?"

Kurogiri didn't say anything but mist leaked from his head and hands. Izuku smiled.

"You don't need to answer. There's actually another thing I needed to tell you. Mom wants to come see dad also."

"I'm not sure how master would feel about that," Kurogiri responded.

"That's why I wanted you to know beforehand. Please let dad know before we go."

"I will. Do you wish for anything else?" Kurogiri asked.

"Why are you saying it like you are going to do anything I say?"

"What is thy bidding my master?" Kurogiri said without even the smallest twitch on his face. Izuku chuckled.

"I didn't know you do movie quotes."

"I don't," Kurogiri responded with a hint of confusion. Izuku looked at him with the same. The school bell distracted both of them from their thoughts.

"We should go," Izuku said. He stepped towards a door that led inside but his vision blurred, and he stumbled after just two steps. He was saved from a meeting with the roof by Kurogiri's mist.

"Thank you, Kuro-sensei. I mean, Kurogiri."

"You should have told me how serious your symptoms are."

"It wasn't that bad when I was sitting, and I had to come to school anyway for you. I can't exactly tell the school nurse what happened."

"That would not help you. I shall send you to your father immediately to ensure your health."

"I think I can manage. I can't just disappear in the middle of the school day."

"I will see to it this won't cause you problems. Your health is most important."

Izuku closed his eyes, his vision still not normal now further blurred by a new tear. He rubbed his forehead in resignation.

"Okay, I admit I'm not feeling that great, but mom is still coming here after school. You need to bring her when she comes," Izuku said. Kurogiri looked at him for a moment in silence. "Will you?"

"Yes, if that is what you wish."

"Thank you. I have everything I need. You can send me."

Mist burst out of Kurogiri, covering him all around and began whirling in front of him to form the warp gate. Izuku looked at the impressive quirk, promising he'd ask a thousand question about it sooner or later. He stepped through and in an instant he was in the same dimly lit room as before. His dad, All For One, was sitting in front of a computer with multiple wires and pipes attached to him, especially a big pipe going into his throat. He turned around. For the first time Izuku saw his father's entire face, what was left of it. The only part that looked somewhat normal was his mouth and it tensed as he noticed Izuku. He didn't question Izuku's early arrival and gestured toward the hospital bed that Kurogiri had warped Izuku next to. He welcomed the chance to lay back down.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He typed something on the computer and came to sit next to Izuku. He brought his hand to Izuku's forehead. The familiar green glow appeared, immediately easing Izuku's headache.

"The doctor said I was good to go if I could walk straight. I don't think I can anymore. Sitting wasn't too bad all considered, it got worse when I was standing talking with Kuro-sen… Kurogiri," Izuku explained, already feeling a little better. His father smirked.

"You did right to talk with him. My quirk should be more efficient now that you are still rested from the night."

"If you can call that rest," Izuku responded quietly and sighed in relief. He was feeling better than he had all day or night. His eyelids slipped closed.

"Inko?"

The single word penetrated the darkness of sleep and Izuku blinked trying to get back to consciousness. His father was still standing next to him opposite to Kurogiri and…

"Just so you know, I left a letter explaining the situation with someone you don't know. If anything happens to either of us it goes to police."

"Mom," Izuku's words were muffled under an oxygen mask placed on his face. She was instantly leaning over him, seemingly ignoring the literal villains in the room.

"Izuku! What did you do to my baby?!"

That didn't last for long. Father raised one finger.

"Our baby, and I have been treating him after he sought my help when the symptoms started worsening," he paused for a moment and when he continued talking, he did so with a steady, calm voice. "You may not approve of what I am or that I left you, but believe it or not, I have not forgotten that I am a father."

"Doesn't look that way to me."

The two stood still, glaring at each other, or as much as a faceless man could glare at least. Neither backed down. The edges of Izuku's oxygen mask started getting wet.

"Stop… please stop," he cried out, making both his parents turn towards him. "Can't we just be a family for one day? Please, I can't even remember when we were all together last. It's the one thing I hoped for even more than getting a quirk."

His vision got blurry again, this time from tears, but he could feel two bodies leaning down for one big hug.