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"So this is where Tenko's being held?" Inko asked as they pulled into the police station.

"For now," Toshinori confirmed. "Once the investigation is concluded, he is slated to go to prison and await trial."

"Will they send him to Tartarus?"

"His quirk is dangerous enough…" Toshinori mused as he turned towards his girlfriend. Even though he was in his All Might persona, she could see the apologetic look in his eyes. "Let's hope we can reach him."

"I'll… do my best then," Inko said as she steeled herself.

The driver pulled the car to the entrance of the station, where Naomasa stood outside with a pair of other police officers. Placing her hand hesitantly on the handle, Inko looked toward her boyfriend, waiting for him to nod his head in confirmation before she opened the door and stepped out.

"All Might," Naomasa greeted the hero politely before he turned toward Inko. "Is this the special 'guest' you told us about this morning?"

"Indeed she is," All Might confirmed. "After we have confirmed Tomura Shigaraki was merely an alias, we began to research his history. History which has largely been concealed. It was practically a miracle that we found a lead and a living relative."

It was all a lie, of course. But considering Naomasa helped lay the groundwork for this meeting this morning, he wasn't about to call out his old friend on that fact.

"I see," Naomasa said. Finally he turned towards Inko, treating her like a perfect stranger. "And what is your name, Miss…"

"Inko." She bowed politely. "Inko Shimura."

"Shimura huh," Naomasa mused as he turned to his old friend. "You never told me your old mentor had one child, let alone multiple."

"It was a surprise to me as well," All Might admitted. "After Nana lost her husband, she became much more guarded about her personal life. It is truly unfortunate. Had I known I may have been able to help young Tenko before… all of this."

"Is he really that far gone?" Inko asked Naomasa. She knew All Might's opinion, but she wanted the opinion of a detective.

"It's hard to say, but right now it's not looking likely," Naomasa admitted. "He's been very uncooperative so far. While there's room for negotiating his charges and sentence, that would require more cooperation on him, particularly in the matter of apprehending his sister and the organization behind the attack on UA."

"I understand," Inko grimaced. "Very well then. What can I do to help?"

Following the detective, Inko was led into an observation room behind a two-way mirror. There she saw several other officers sitting there, notepads at the ready as they prepared for All Might to talk to the villain.

But her attention wasn't on them.

At the sight of her nephew, Inko gasped before she slowly approached the glass.

"What have you been doing to him?" she demanded as she spun around to face Naomasa.

"If you're referring to his appearance, I assure you that isn't our fault Miss Shimura," Naomasa replied. He gestured at the young man through the glass. "He sustained some bruises from the fight where he was captured, but this was how he appeared when he attacked UA."

Bruises from fighting Izuku. Inko reminded herself. Closing her eyes, she shuddered at the thought of her son fighting his cousin.

If I get my hands on whoever did this… Inko silently swore.

Opening her eyes, she returned her attention to the detective. "My apologies then. I didn't know what to expect so I wasn't prepared for him to look so rough."

"It's understandable," Naomasa assured her. "Don't worry, we'll continue to care for him while he's under our authority."

"Thank you." Inko turned her attention back to her nephew.

He seemed content to sit there, partially hunched over the table as he studied the restraints covering his hands. Both were currently covered in large metallic orbs. From Toshinori's explanation, his hands were partially covered with a half-glove, similar to an artist's glove, before being inserted into a globe which was then filled with a gel-like substance. This multi-layered approach was used to prevent him from activating his quirk, even if one of the preventative measures failed.

Of course, if that wasn't enough, she knew the police were also ready to open fire on him if he somehow managed to regain the use of his quirk and break out.

With nothing to do but wait, she was content to study his features, trying to pick out any clues about him that she could find. He wasn't talking, his chest simply rising and falling to the cadence of his breath, but she could tell he was holding back. The occasional twitch at the corner of his eye, the way his lip would curl downward. They told Inko that there was more going on beneath the surface.

"Are you in there, Tenko?" Inko whispered. "Or are you simply Tomura now?"

Toshinori gave the officers guarding the door his signature smile as he approached the room. "How is young Tenko doing?"

"All Might," one of the officers straightened. "He hasn't caused us any trouble but he hasn't exactly been cooperative either."

"That's better than many criminals and villains," Toshinori replied. "Let's see if he'll listen to me."

"I hope so." The guard turned toward the door and scanned a badge. Toshinori heard the distinctive sound of a lock coming undone as he pulled the door open.

Giving the officer a thumb's up, he stepped into the room. While he hasn't done this often - normally such interrogations were beneath his pay grade - he was no stranger to the procedure. After all, for particularly dangerous villains, or those tied to All For One, sometimes direct intervention was necessary.

And for young Shimura, both applied.

Toshinori heard the door close behind him, sealing him in with young Tenko. The young man looked up at him, and he could see the anger and hatred behind his eyes. If it weren't for his decades of experience and training, it might have been enough to make him flinch. Instead he stared back, his bright blue eyes searching gray, seeking out the young man behind the villain.

"Tenko Shimura, I am here."

"Don't call me that," Tenko spat out venomously. "You don't get to call me that."

"And why not? That is your name, isn't it?"

"Tenko Shimura is dead. He died fifteen years ago in a back alley. I'm now Tomura Shigaraki."

"Shigaraki…" All Might mused as he rubbed his chin.

Stepping forward, he grabbed the empty chair on the other side of the table from the prisoner. While he knew most police would drag it along the floor, allowing the sound of metal-on-concrete to subtly intimidate the person being questioned, that wasn't his style. Lifting the chair up, he silently pulled it away from the table and placed it down before he took a seat.

"Tell me, who gave you that name?"

"Why should I?"

Toshinori frowned inwardly. While he could tell Tenko about All For One, he was playing a dangerous game by announcing it during an interview. Time to come at it from a different angle. "It simply reminded me of someone. But no matter. Why do you say Tenko Shimura is dead? You are very clearly still alive and sitting here in front of me."

"Because you killed him!" As if to emphasize his point, he slammed the metallic gauntlets into the table, causing a loud bang to ring out. "You and every other hero! It's your fault! Nobody cared about two injured kids crying for help!"

"Two injured–" Toshinori began. "What happened to you?"

"Oh now you care." Tenko rolled his eyes. "Well it's too late. Homura and I saw the truth about this so-called 'heroic society'." He spit on the table. "And it's your fault, All Might! You– If you didn't make everyone feel safe, feel complacent. Maybe they wouldn't depend on heroes as much as they do! Maybe someone would have stopped in that alleyway, instead of simply saying 'oh, I'm sure a hero will take care of it'." He leveled a fierce glare at Japan's top hero. "Maybe we wouldn't have had to wait for a villain to find us."

"And what was your plan?" Toshinori asked. "What did you seek to gain by attacking those children?"

"They were simply collateral, pointless NPCs guarding the real boss. You," Tenko spoke with a detachment as if lives were little more than characters on the screen of a video game. "If we killed you… everyone would see you for the fraud that you are, perpetuating the lie that is this society."

Despite all his training, all his resolve, Toshinori blinked. What young Tenko was saying was true - it was very similar to the very things young Midoriya and Uraraka told him. But unlike those two…

"And then everyone would sit by as we burned this heroic system to the ground."

"You're wrong," Toshinori said adamantly. "Heroes are more than just me. Those children – society is more than just me. If you managed to kill me, then others would step up to take my place. What happened to you was a tragedy, but–"

"Then why don't you just die then?!" Tenko screamed, once again slamming his restraints into the table.

Toshinori let out a sigh as he looked at the murderous intent in the young man's eyes. "I'm sorry nobody reached out to help you. You're right that I'm responsible. Even if I wasn't there, it was my fault that happened. Being the symbol of peace, the pillar of society requires that I take on that burden."

"Good, at least you know," Tenko said with far too much satisfaction.

"However," Toshinori continued, "even now, there are those who are seeking to change society."

"Why should I believe you?"

"You won't."

"You're making my dialogue choices easy here," Tenko giggled maniacally. "I'm disappointed."

"There has been too much anger and hatred over the last two hundred years," Toshinori admitted. "What good is it to stoke your anger needlessly?"

"Tch." Tenko looked away from him towards the two-way mirror. While he stared at his own reflection, he spoke to the people behind it. "I don't know what you hoped to get out of me, but you're wasting your time. I'm not going to give up my sister. Even if I'm in jail, she'll carry on with our plans – and succeed."

"You are right, I'm not the person who can reach out to you," Toshinori agreed as he looked toward the mirror, knowing Inko was behind it. Turning his attention back toward Tenko, he continued. "And my work is not done. But I cannot do it alone. It will take my successors – the very students you attacked today, and hundreds like them throughout the country. Where I failed you, I know they will succeed."

"Fancy words coming from you." Tenko returned his attention to Toshinori with a glare. "Why should I believe anything you say?"

"You can choose to believe it or not," Toshinori admitted. "But perhaps from the comfort of your cell you can continue to watch my actions. I will prove to you, and to everyone, that my words aren't hollow."

"I can't wait to see you fail."

Toshinori didn't bother replying to the barb. Instead he simply closed his eyes and stood up, returning to the door. He rapped his knuckles against the door twice, the loud knock punctuating the silence in the room. Moments later, he heard the lock disengage as the door began to open.

"Thank you," Toshinori said to the guard as he stepped out.

"Our pleasure," the guard replied as they once again sealed the room, the sound much quieter on the outside. "Are you done with him?"

"No." Toshinori shook his head as his gaze drifted down the hallway. "I believe there is someone else who should speak with him."

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Toshinori asked as he escorted Inko toward the interrogation room. "After you saw what happened?"

"I'd be lying if I wasn't nervous," Inko admitted. "But yes. I'm certain."

"You are such a strong woman," Toshinori tenderly said, placing a hand on her shoulder. To the outside world it would have looked like Japan's top hero was merely comforting a civilian, offering her strength before she entered the lion's den. But Inko felt the subtle squeeze of Toshinori's hand and took it for what really was - a compliment from her boyfriend.

"Thank you." Inko gave Toshinori a warm smile in return.

As they neared the two guards, Inko took several deep breaths and tried to fill herself with resolve. This is just like Himi. She reminded herself. The only difference this time is he's your nephew, not a stranger.

"This is who you were talking about?" one of the guards asked.

"Isn't she just a civilian?" the other continued.

"She is a civilian, yes. However she is also Tenko's aunt. Since he isn't inclined to speak to heroes or police, we have decided to ask for outside assistance."

"Isn't this unusual?" the second guard asked.

"It is," Toshinori agreed. "However, this case is extremely sensitive, and UA's principal has requested that Detective Naomasa and myself use any means necessary to break through to him."

The first guard whistled. "I guess this is the kind of thing that separates you from the rest, huh?"

Toshinori lightly chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "You give me too much credit."

"Do you want one of us inside with you?" the second officer asked Inko.

She couldn't hide her response, looking like she bit a lemon as she shook her head. "No, I believe that won't be necessary. If the restraints held while he was talking to All Might, that is good enough for me."

"Very well then," the officer said with a faint shrug before turning toward the door and swiping a key to unlock it.

Inko watched as the door opened to reveal Tenko. The man raised his head at the sound, only to give her a confused glance when he saw her. Taking a deep breath, Inko crossed the threshold. There she stood silently until she heard the door slam shut behind her, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing around them.

"They're so desperate to get me to talk they're sending in random NPCs now?"

"I'm not some 'random NPC,'" Inko began. Closing her eyes, she steeled herself before opening them, locking eyes with her nephew. "I'm Inko… Shimura. I'm your aunt."

"You're lying to me," Tenko spat, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm not lying. My mother was Nana Shimura. And my brother was…"

"Dad never told us he had a sister!"

"I know." Inko's face fell. "And I never knew my brother had children." She gestured towards the chair. "Mind if I sit?"

"Tch, it doesn't matter what I say," Tomura said.

"It matters to me."

"Are you serious? Fine, whatever." Tenko attempted to wave his arms as best he could despite the handcuffs.

Walking forward slowly, Inko gripped the back of her chair and pulled it out, replicating Toshinori's action to prevent it from making a loud noise. She didn't succeed nearly as well as he did, but she tried her best to keep the noise down as she pulled it out before she sat down. Folding her hands in her lap, she looked at her nephew.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me sit. I'm not as young as I used to be," Inko chuckled. "So it is nice to get off my feet."

"You–" Tenko stared at the woman in front of him. "Are you seriously related to me?"

"Yes," Inko said. "Mom was… I never knew her." She got a faraway look on her face. "Shortly after I was born, I was given to Aunt… your Great Aunt Ayaka. Mom died less than a year later, and Aunt Ayaka raised me as if I were her own daughter."

"Must be nice," Tenko grumbled. "Of course you got the golden ending, while Dad turned out to be a bastard."

"He– what happened to him?"

"I killed him," Tenko said proudly. "When my quirk came in."

"You… killed him?" Inko said slowly, raising her hands to her mouth.

"Yes. Does that bother you?" Tenko asked with a too-wide smile.

"Can you– can you tell me what happened?" Inko asked, her hands suspended in midair.

"Not like it matters." Tenko's eyes shifted between Inko and the two-way mirror. "He was a rat bastard. He was strict and angry and beat up me and Homura for daring to ask about our family or heroes." He paused, his eyes going wide as if he was suddenly hit with revelation. "Actually, no. I can totally believe Dad would never tell us that he had a sister."

"He… beat you up?" Inko asked, her hands snapping to her mouth to hide her shock.

"Yeah." Tomura nodded grimly. "He hated his parents for putting him into the foster system. And he hated heroes especially – blaming his mom for choosing to become a hero over raising her son. Tch– I'm surprised you don't hate her for that either."

"Mom she… There was important work to be done. Work only she could do," Inko said. It was a cold lie that she repeated to herself many times in her childhood. When Izuku reconnected with Nana through One For All… she cried when she discovered that what her aunt told her was true this entire time.

"You act like you believe that."

"I do." Inko lowered her hands and refocused on her nephew, and she noticed him subtly flinch from the attention. "She was an important woman. So important that she was killed for her actions."

"No wonder Dad never told us about you, he must have hated you," Tenko said with a sneer.

"He did," Inko said. "All of our phone calls ended in an argument."

"Good for you," Tenko said, seemingly impressed by that fact.

"How bad was it?" Inko asked softly.

Tenko's eyes narrowed, searching for any hidden or malicious intent behind the woman's question. Sensing none, he decided to continue. "When my quirk came in, I accidentally used it on Homura's arm. Thanks to some quick thinking on her part, she entered a state of suspended animation, telling me to find a way to stop my quirk. In a panic, I rushed into the house, destroying everything as I went. Me, a panicked five year old kid whose quirk was coming in. And you know what he did?"

Inko shook her head. She was terrified of the answer, but she knew he wanted her to ask the question, so she did. "What did he do?"

"He tried to attack me with a pair of hedge clippers!"

Inko gasped, bolting upright and sending the chair clattering to the floor. Tomura winced from the sudden sound, but before he could recover, he felt a strange sensation coming over him.

Warmth.

"I'm so sorry Tenko," Inko said as she wrapped herself around her nephew, embracing him in a warm hug as tears fell freely.

"Hey–!" Tenko squirmed to try and free himself from Inko's grasp. "Get off of me!"

"Sorry!" Inko released her nephew from her grip and jumped back. "I just– I should have been there. Pushed harder against my brother– discovered he had children–"

Tenko stared at the woman. "You're really my aunt, aren't you?"

Inko looked at him with a watery smile. "Are you saying you finally believe me?"

Tenko glared at the mirror on the wall. "Did they put you up to this? Of all the no-good–"

"No," Inko cut off her nephew. "When I was contacted, I was just as shocked as you are now. I didn't even know you were alive until yesterday when a hero came to my door. A formality, they said, since I was your closest living relative. I asked them if I could speak with you."

"You–" Tenko's head whipped around to look at his aunt. "-willingly came here to– talk to me?"

"I last spoke to my brother eighteen years ago, and the next time I tried to contact him I found out he and his entire family was dead," Inko explained as she crossed her arm. "The next time I hear anything it's because my nephew's been arrested for attacking a school. Of course, I'm going to come here to talk to you."

"And are you happy you did?" Tenko asked sarcastically.

"Yes, I am," Inko said definitively. "Are you happy to find out you have an aunt?"

She watched as Tenko's emotions waged war with each other. "Tenko Shimura is dead! I'm Tomura Shigaraki!"

"And I changed my name when I got married," Inko said. "That doesn't change anything."

Tenko opened and closed his mouth, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Why are these dialogue options so hard?!"

"Dialogue options?" Inko asked.

"Yes! This was supposed to be easy."

"Family never is," Inko said as she uncrossed her arms and moved back to her chair. "It is messy and complicated." She picked it up and sat it upright on the ground. "And sometimes we get it wrong." She sat down and looked at her nephew. "I failed my brother. I don't want to fail you the same way."

"I can't believe this," Tenko exclaimed. "Nobody is this nice."

"If you can't believe in kindness, then let's call it revenge," Inko laughed as if she made a private joke. "Since Kotaro and I never saw eye-to-eye, what better way to stick it to him than to show his son the love his father never gave him?"

Tenko blinked before he broke out in laughter. While he didn't understand love and kindness, he could easily understand that motivation. Getting his emotions under control, he gave his aunt a feral grin. "So you're not weak after all. Good."

"People often mistake compassion for weakness," Inko explained. "Just because I care about you doesn't make me weak."

"Even if I'm a villain? What if I use that compassion to take you hostage so that I can escape?"

"You could," Inko agreed. "I'd like to believe you're better than that."

Tenko opened his mouth, only to snap it shut. He wanted to tell her that he'd kill her without a second thought and wouldn't feel a thing.

But the words wouldn't come.

No matter how much she reminded him of his sister, she wasn't Homura. He reminded himself. She's working with heroes! They're enemies!

And she embraced him without a second though.

"I don't think I am," Tenko finally said in reply. When he saw the disappointment in his aunt's eyes, he continued. "Did you seriously expect one meeting would change everything? This isn't that kind of game."

"Of course I didn't," Inko assured him. "It will take time."

"Do you really think the heroes will let you visit me again?" Tenko threw a sideways glance at the mirror.

Inko turned toward the mirror as well, and her nephew couldn't help but note the fond smile that danced across her lips. "I do. If you'll agree to it, that is."

"Tch." Tenko scowled. "What a waste of time."

"I won't force you," Inko said, partially rising from her seat. "If you'd prefer I leave…"

Tenko blinked as he realized what was going on. All those years ago, Hana cradling her damaged arm as they huddled together for warmth in an alleyway, desperate for someone to reach out and help them.

And now he saw his aunt's hand, waiting patiently.

"No!" Tenko said a little too quickly. "Please stay."

With a faint smile, Inko sat down and folded her hands in her lap. "Thank you Tenko."

This time he didn't correct her.

"Do you know about my grandmother?" Tenko asked cautiously.

"I do," Inko said with a fond light in her eyes.

"Can you tell me about her?"

"Gladly," Inko said.

She spent the next twenty minutes telling Tenko everything she knew about Nana. She left out the parts about One For All and her shadow war with All For One, but she did her best to paint her mother in a heroic light. Despite his insistence that he didn't care, he appeared downright eager to learn about the woman, and she was more than happy to oblige him.

Unfortunately their time was limited, and both were startled as a loud knock rang out from the doorway. Both turning toward the door with matching glares, they watched as the door was unlocked and slowly opened to reveal one of the guards.

"Sorry Miss, but your time is up. This is an interrogation, not a family reunion."

"An interrogation for you, perhaps," Inko said with a sigh. Turning toward her nephew, she gave him an apologetic look. "I guess we'll have to continue some other time."

"If they'll give you another time," Tenko grumbled.

"I think they will," Inko said knowingly.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tenko scoffed.

Inko pushed herself upright, before hovering over her nephew. "May I hug you?"

"You–" Tenko sputtered as he looked at the woman. "Fine."

This time he wasn't startled as he felt his aunt lean over and wrap her arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. It brought back faint memories of when he and Homura used to hug, assuring each other that it'll be ok no matter what their Dad did.

The flashback was over all too soon as Inko pulled away, giving him a warm smile. "And I hope you don't mind, but I have one last question for you."

"What's that?" Tenko grumbled.

"You keep calling your sister Homura. But that's not her name is it? What…" Inko paused, debating how to continue. "...was her name before she became Homura Shigaraki?"

Tenko stared at her, weighing his options. Her old name was harmless, wasn't it? If the heroes already knew his real name, it wouldn't be hard for them to find out Homura's. Turning his attention back to his cuffs, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hana."

He felt his aunt's hand on his shoulder. "Someday, I hope I can meet Hana too."

Inko finally released her nephew and turned toward the door, walking toward the guards. Tenko's head slowly lifted as he watched his aunt's retreating form until she once again crossed the threshold, exiting the room. Turning around, he saw her smile at him one last time.

"I'll see you soon, Tenko."

She waved goodbye before she departed, her form disappearing from view.

But Tenko knew that she'd be back.

AN: Tomura sat alone in his cell, his hands twitching inside the restraints.

He had an aunt!

"We always knew you were a piece of shit Dad, but to not tell us..."

He let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up and looked out the small window.

"I need to tell Homura!"

And then there was the matter of Nana, his grandmother. The woman Inko described was far different from the heroes that Dad and Sensei warned him about.

As he watched the sun set, he couldn't help but wonder if she would have helped them if she were still alive.