BNHA Great Old One
Hello and welcome back to this story, I was originally going to update Darkest Hero for christmas but the chapter txt file was corrupted and I'm having to start from the beginning as such expect to see it some time early next year sorry.
Q and A segment for all the people who like it.
Q; Is Eri gonna be adopted by Dad for One? If so can we see Eri join the USJ raid as the "medic"?
A; Eri is not going to be involved with the USJ incident at all sorry. As for adoption by DFO maybe.
Q; is ochako going to be a great old one?
A; nope.
Q; how much booze is aizawa going to need from dealing with 2 elder beings?
A; a lot.
Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, happy Yule, have a nice coal day, happy Holliday's whatever it is you follow have a wonderful time!
Warning; this chapter contains use of Zalgo text, please use the translator and generator sites to get the plain text version.
Hello; normal speech
Y3b29fy2bskao9; great old one
Chapter 4; Family
Izuku winced as he read through the series of texts he had been sent purely in what was often refered to as Zalgo front by mortals. Apparently one of Hastur's kids got into a bet with one of Lovecraft's great grand children and ended up releasing a censored version of elder speak in a digital format.
Î̵͍̟̰̘̥̝̹̼͎͈̬̑̾̂͂̾̂̈́̽̄̀̾͘͝z̸̨͉̣̪̟̮̗̯͓̮͛͌̐̎u̵̖̜̫̖͐͌̐̄k̸̦̥̎̇̀̇̔́̋͗̇̇͒̑̄͠͝ů̸̗̣̯͙͎̫͚̳͆̅̏͐́͛̋̇͘͠ ̷̛̛̼̫̉̒̑̓͑͒̑̕̕͠w̴̡̱̩̪̰̐͜ͅh̸̢͈̪̬͉̠̦̬̪̱̜͖̲̰̬̿̌̀̈́̄̚͜͠͠a̷̟̟̾̉͜t̸̨̧̨̳̗͚̣̝͚͉̩̩͓̳̲̠̎̈́͋̚̚ ̸̧͍̲͙̲̜̮̪̫̞̗̰̯͔͒̅̒͛͛̋̎͌͝͝͝d̸̢̼̼̯̩̝̞̳͚̹͈̲̣̥̮̒ͅõ̸͉̬̫̟͕̬̣͒̈̏̈̑̅̚͠ ̶̹̭̋͗̊̓̀͆ỷ̷̧̜͍̖̦͎̬͔̪̰̫̇͆̎̊̆̍̕o̷̢̯͔͙̖̼͚̠̳͈͙̤̙̖̍̅͂̾̽͂̈̇̄̿̅̒̌̕͜͠͝u̷̡̫͍̖͕͝ ̵̧̡̛̬̰͎͓̬̮̱̱͔̭͖̤̝̑̿͗͆̽̒͊̃̐̕͝͠m̵̖͓̜̦͖̱͓̮̟̈́̿͝e̵̡͖͇̫̝̻̰̯̪̱̳͖̠͚̗̟͓͆͠a̸̡̬͖̓̓̑́̈́̈̀̚n̵̨̧̧͖̤̲̳̯̱̞̮̱̦̤̯͚̬͒̿̿̎ ̴̢̡̟̗̹̙͍̲̟̳͍͚̬̫͆̃̊̎̿͂̏͜M̵͕̲͎͚͑͐͐̏̌͊͌̈̈́͑̂̕͝͝͝͠ĩ̸̡̯̯̝̩̹̼̘̣̘͎͚͈͍͆n̶̡̢̛̫̫͎̬͖̬̟̳̗̝̜̼̎͆͊̒͗̽͆̀̈́̅͗̄̾̑͘͝a̶̧̛̱̦͉̔͋̒̈͗̇̏ ̷̬̜̫̥̮̩͎͔̼͍̲͖̓̂̂g̴̡̼̯̦̥͔͙͚͎̘͗́̌̊̏̾̊̋͜͝͝͝ǫ̸̨̢̯̹̅͑̂̾͜ţ̶̰̥̞̑͋͐͊̆̓̏̈́̇̅̈̎̾̚͝ ̵̣͖̔̇͋̉͛̇̋̃̓͑̓͋͐͗͒k̸̢̢̜͓̣͇͂͐̅̉̂͑́̓̈͠͝ȋ̷͎͔͙̲̜͆͊̈͊̽̇͝d̸̰̫̬̮̹̺̫͎̹̲̭̫̀̄̃͘͠n̵̛̯͇̳͚̫̼͚̪͍̦̩̩̉̓̀̏̀̓̓̉̋͋̄ã̸̢̘̥̑͂̓̂́͌̕p̶̡̧̢̳̣͙͚̟̖̪̮͚̜̳͇̞͆̓̄́̎̆̆̓̇̌͛̐ͅp̸̘͇͍̹̮̙̰̻̭͕̯̂̃̍͋̎͑̐͒̀̚ȩ̵̢͍͖̥̺̲̪̻͙̂͛̓͑̏̌̍͊͑̄̎̈́͝d̸̦͂̆̓?̵̣̮͈͍̜̳͌̎͌ͅ!̵̡͇̠̟͎̝̎̒͆̊͘͝͝
H̴̛̟͈̮͓̙̻̳̯͑͆̇̄ĕ̷̗̰̘̱̱̼̰͎̻̤̼̔̀͊̅̔́̄̓̅̉̐̋̏̍͌͗l̶̪͓̪̖̀̓̔͛̏̽̽̾͠͠͝ḽ̴̡̨̺̣̻͙̗͎̹̹̠̜̙͔̇̔̐̐̋̐̓̍͜͝ở̷̯̎̈̈́̂̏̓͆̌͛́̚̚͘?̸̡̼͖͙̭͔̙͎̱̺͈̀̽͜ͅ!̷̧̘̠̲̫͇̬͓́ͅ
Ỉ̵͉̰̗̼̔͗͊͑̇͐̓̏̿̈́̆͊̊̏͛̕Z̶̧̦͔̳̯̙̣̟̠͚͙̗̒̈́͗͜͝U̷̜̮̖̮̥̣͉̳̥̪͙̼͙͐̂̑̏̎͑̓̔̿̈́́́͊́͝͠ͅK̵̛̩̮̘̻̤̄̍̍͆͂͛̃̈Ṵ̴̢̡͍̙̖͖̃͌ ̵̡̗̟͙̟͈̯̩̱̪̲̟̘̘̠͖̰̀̈́͊̏̌͝M̴̡̛͓̟̩͕͈̜͚̹̞̙̹̟̬̹̹̲̽̈́̂͋Į̷̦̜͚̭̲̰͍͓͔̠̝͑̄̆͆͒̊́̉͋̇̕͝͝͝Ḓ̸̡̡̱̹̬͖̩̩̗͕͉̳͕̊͛̒̓͛̂̕͜͜͝ͅƠ̵̝̬̬̦̅̐̅͋͆̒͋̒̿̒̈́͐͠͝R̸̡̨̮̣̻̝͇͍̹͕̅̾͆̔͂͛̈́̓̽̓I̴̛̛̝̜͚͔̞̜̤͈͚̓̇̔͛̿̾͌̊͐̏Ÿ̴͎̂̊̌̌̐̇̄̌̐́̕Ā̴͈̺̱̮̼̣̰̼̙͋̃͐̏̒̋̇͐̓̈́͠ ̷͖̪̭̀̚Ä̷̢̛͎̠̺̝͍̪̞̳̬͉́̈́̋̓̔̏̈̑͐̄̚͝ͅŅ̷̖͕̘̰̺̇͛̈́͐͑̋͆̄̈́̈̇̕͝S̷̡̨̟̙̗̘͚͛̀̈́͜W̴̡͎̳̰͇̘͎̖̅̎̏̀͂̑̃Ę̵̩͕̥̱̟̘̗͔̋͛̀͗̂͑̏̌͘͜͝Ř̷̡̜̳͖͉̯̤̜͂͊̇̈́̓̈́͘͜ ̷͕͔̺̌̂̓͝ͅͅḾ̸͓̈͐̑̀͂͛́͒̈́̐͝͠Ȩ̸͎͖̜̭̫̘͚̩̮̄͑̇̈̄̅̄̀͆̑̕ͅ ̶̧̨̛̯̦̝͇̠̥͆̈̾̔̈́̓̅̆͋ͅÖ̵̢̲̼̭̫͇́̓̏̾͆͘R̸̨̛͈̜̱̹͙͙̅̔̒͌́͑́͂̏̓̈́͂̓͘͠ ̷̛̲̟̖̗̞̱̙̠̲̭͎̓̀̇̑̾̂̕N̵̛̦͇̝͖̳͇̣̥͖̼̮̼̫̝͔̰̾͛̂̑̾͋̓͐̈́͛͗͑̂̚O̶͍̣̜̒̓̈ ̶̧̻̞̪̦͉̤͇̪̻̭̼͈̺̋͊̽͛͐̎̊̀̽̚K̶̡͓̤̼̹̹͎̬̺̹̰̭͚̗̀͆͆͒͐̍͜͜͝͝Ą̷̧̗̪̜̝̺͙͓̻̆̓̐͊̿̉́̇͘͘͝T̴̯̦͎͓̰̦̣̼͍̥͈͔̘̒̏̅͒͗͑͛͋̄͑́̈̀́ͅS̶̢̡̜̭̯̱͖̭̠͕̼̖̲͙̤͊̊̇͂̋̀̓̀̒̓͐̐̈̀͂Ǔ̸̡̙͎͔̫̘͔͍͍̭̤̰̫͛̽͗D̴̘͍̫̲̙̮̯̪͈̫̦͍̥̻͑̓̍̊̈̏̕Ǫ̶͇̯̖͇̲͓̖̳͖͙͌̆̌͊̾́͛N̷̛̺̞̹̙̫̩̠̦̹̣̹̲͙͆͗͛͊̈́̿̎̒͐͐͐̚͝ ̴͔͍̪̹̥͎̰̔̆́̃̆̽̑̔̒͐͋͘͠F̶̧̡͈͙̱̘̭̫͖͙̲͈̘̙̖̥̄̓͐̕͘Ǫ̵̨̛̭̩̤̥̠̳͓̹͇̮̳̺̈́̆̑̔̅̎̔̒̀̀̇̔̈́̚͝R̵̠̪̮͖̫̳̹̗̹̜̬̯̮͛͐̈́̒̉́̅̓́ ̷̹͎̱̆̇̀̓̉͋̀̋͐͘͜Ą̶̻̭͇̥͍͖̤̟̱̖͚͎͋̑̅͂̿̀̓̆͠ ̵̹̣̫̗̺̭̗̃́̔͌̓̚M̷̢̠̯͉̱̤͖̰͎͓̏̋́͛̄͒͊̿̌̚ͅO̸̘͚̲͎̰̻͇͙̱̼̿̾͛̿̽̃́̾̚͝N̶̢̦̮͇̬͎̺̥͉̪̮̎͊͆̄́͂̇̃̆́̔̓̓̕͠Ţ̸̟̖̪̘͚͚͓̫͚̣̲͎̘̄̑͂̄̍̇̔̓͌͊̆͑̚̚H̸̢̼̳̭̹͇͖̯͖̞̣̱͇̱̫̠̖̊͛̓̑́͐̔͛̊̈́́͐̎̃̿̀͝
Ş̵͉̱̫̺̩̲̙̻̇̈̃̕͘͝t̸̫̬͙̬̱̗̪͌̈́̏̽̐̂͗̂͗͝a̷̲͎̥̟̦͛̀̑̇̓̂͗̿̉͛̌̂͂̉̕͝y̶̡͔̞̝̥̋̓͆̽́̓͂̉͝ ̷̢̦͉͎̠͍͖̫̲̙̆̇̿͆̊̑̽̾̄̌̚͠͝a̸̢̢̨̛͖͈̙̟̰̳̺͋̽͂̈́̒ͅw̵̘͖̗̭͆̽̉̔͆̋̕͜ǻ̵͉y̴̢̓͊̉́͆̅͛́͒̾͌͐̀̚͝͝ ̸̡̤̮̾̉̋̍͂̓̎̽͝f̸̛̘̮͉̈͊̆͊̅́̀͛͗̽͗̓̑̕ŗ̵̯͈̲̲͈̯̳̥̭̼̩̭̅̾̆̎͌̓͊͋͂̽̃͜ͅớ̸͚͎̙̖͋̓̓̿̅̕ḿ̷̧̜̏͒̀̎̾͑̀̎̆͗͐̚͜͠ ̶̥̮͈̠͖̳̱̪̯̟͚͕̟̭̰͐͑t̶̯̟̉̽̾̄̐̾̾͆͂͆̚ḧ̵̫́̂͘̚͘͝ȩ̸̟͖̱͖̪̖͖́ ̴̢̩̪͉̼͓̟̤̤͛͂́̉ą̷͉̝͎̼̭̱͇̪͂̀̀̈́̽͂̊̍͒͜͜r̶̨͈̱͕͈̖͕̥̟͂̐̐́̈́͌́͆̎̄͘̕͜͜͝ͅc̴̡̰̬̤̺̬̞̠͑̅̎̀͑̌͗̕a̵̧̙̥̤̫̞̐̄̊͜͝ḑ̶̛̦̯̘̙͉̺̺͙̹̓̾̋́̋͊̑̅̕͜͠͝ȩ̴̱͎̞̹̖̳̖̪̙̪̣̼̩̓͛̍̋̆ͅ ̶̨̠͚͙̤̹͍͈̣̱̜̩̜̬̽͘ͅt̶̛̛̖̼͍̮͚̤̝͕͒́̏̃͐̆̇̉̔̏̅̕ͅḩ̶̜̳̞̪̲̻̲̭͖̑̈̊̍͐ͅę̸̭̻̼̠̯̫̋͑̃̈͒̄̒́͋̏̓̂͌͐̏͘ŗ̸͎͍̲̟̫̟̼̲̼͑͆̿̐̆͌e̴͉̦͓̜̣̣̭̹͑͊͋̈́͝'̵̛̤̖̻͋͛͒͒͛͑̿͗̕͝͝͝ş̴̦̩̲͚͖̳̖̟͇̻̞̤̊̅̈́́͜ ̴͈̯̘̭̊͊̆̅͂̃ͅà̸̢̼͕̱̮̋̋͋̍͑̌̍́̒͛͝ ̶̧̞͓̖͙̼͇̙̰͈̺̗͖̍̅͂̿̓͆̃̂̂͒͜͠š̷̠̠̏h̴̛͚̺̝͙͜ͅó̴̧̹̠̲̘̫̗̊̍͗̅̂͌̀ͅͅg̷͇͉͕̠̋̊̾̽̊̅̀̌͑̓̌̀̚̚͝͝͠g̷̡̰͍̥̼̣͕̘̝̫̪̪͕̋̾̚̚o̶̢̖͙͆̄͋̎̿̾̌̎̋̓͋̍͆͘͠t̷̘̬͔͕̱̆͛̉͋̄̂̋͋͂͐͘͠h̴͖͎̠̖̠̘̳̤̥̣̭̺͉̗͍͝ ̵̨̫͍͈̻̩̻̮̘̞̮͕̙͈̺̟͆t̸̡̢̧̨̮̦̱̤̥̰̲͚̞̜̳̭͛̒̂͑̉̌́̂͆͆̚͝ͅh̶͈̤͎̩̹̭̟͈̞̣̗̍̒͆̈̐̓̾̿̔̓̇̍̇̅͛̈́̚e̷̫̠͙̓̎͑̑͐͊̈͋̉̐̚͠͝͝r̵̖̝̀̃͒̇̃̉e̷̪͓̖̼̰̙̼̝͑̆͋̐͂̾̅̈́͋̿͒̊͝!̴̧̙̼͚̬̗̀̄̀͊̔͛̎̑̄́̅̄́̽
S̵̡̠̺̬̮̰̠̼͍̥̝̰͈̖͈̮̮̈̉ç̴̛̻͚̦̲̖̼̝͓̂̄́͑̽͐͋͋̓̾̕ͅr̴̨̗͇̲̪͈̯͔̞̘̼̊̌̆͌̍̓̋̀̾͊̏̈́̈̉͘͘a̶̧̤͇͖͓̠͇̔ͅͅt̶̢̠͕̣̠͔̤̫̼̖̊̀͊̏̚ć̷̨̤̤̣̩͕̱͚͍̲̫͖̭͖̒̂͊̚̚͝h̴̖̰͖̟̝͈͐̿̌̾̂ ̵̡̙̺̯̼̯̪͚͓̠̦̖̫̱̘̼̺̍́̄̎̈͗̈́̈́̅̃̍́̎̇̃̓̓ṭ̵̻͓͕͉̂̉͆̽̑̅͊͂͑͜ȟ̷̪̋̎̈́̋̓͑̂̅͑̈́̚͝͝͝à̷̛̫͇̱̺̼̂́̀͋̽̉̈́̍̓̀̆͐͝͝ͅt̷̟̰̰̞̋͐͆̃̎͌͝ ̸̠̻̥̗̦͍́̿͛í̸͖̟͓̹̀͂͛͂̏͛̑̉̆͛̈́̇̕͜͝ͅţ̶̢͙͍̳̻͖͇̗͈̩͇͉̼̬̗̘͋́ ̵̢̧̰͇̭̟̠̲̘͖̦̹̈h̶̨͕̱͈͉̓̇͐͑̾̾̒̔̊̿͒̿̽̈́͑͠ȃ̶͓͙̞̗͍̥̱̞̾͛͐͂͌̃͒̈́̉̃̏͊̽̚͝͠ś̵͔̥͍͚͓̮͈̙̦̥̈́̎̅̓͊͊͂͆̽̕̚̕͠ ̶̡̛̫̳͖̹̩̪͈͈̘͙̳̞̗̝͈̈́̇̄͒K̸̩͇͉̺̿̾̄͛̉͌̐͆́̋̇͋̍͠͝͠͝á̵̛̛̛̼́̈́͂͑͋̓̆̚͘͠͝ţ̵̡̻̘̠̘̝̟̣̖̗̤̎̐͌̾̂͐̀̇͐̌̆͝͝s̵̱̣̣̟̼͔̘̙̪̿́̇̋̀̍̾̽́́͝͝ͅu̴̧̧̼͉͖͎͎̰͎͙̱̯̥̐k̶̟̦͓̠̳͉̳͚͙̬͉̭̭̝̺͗̑̋̍̀͜i̵̛͖̞͕,̴̧̢̢̛͓̗̩̖͍̮͓̺͋͂ͅͅ ̴̰̯͖̫̯̉͂̊̅̀͜k̷̦̜̩̹̯̖̳̼͖̣̥̗̇̄̊̔̐̃́̈́̐̍̏́̾́͛͝͠i̵͈̮͈̦̘̻̥̺̣̹̮̘̘̦̠͌̓̄̐̇͆̚̚͜ͅc̵̖̫͉͔̻̬̦͔̲̄́́͋̌̌͑̀̎̂̎̔̚͝ͅk̵̞̻̜͚̹̮͍̘͚͆̾̓͂̈̊̉͘͠ ̶̛̞̳̤̺̼͓̼̹̯̖̜̘̪̰̊̍͆͋̑̍̀͑̋̕͝ì̸̛̖̮̘̻͉̹̱̩͙̳̒̑̓͑̃͛̓̒̎̈́͌̉̋͑̆ͅt̷̛̲͍̮̝̟͖͕̳́͑̒̏͐̇̑͛͂͛̊̏̆͘̕͜͝ͅ'̸̛̮̪͔̅̊͋̈́̔̈́́̐̚͜ş̴̦̉͊̊͒͐̎̐͊̈̈́̇̚͠ ̵̨̬̮̱͇͔̦̱̞̺͕̼̹͇͔̒̐͂̐̓̒̏͋̈́͗̉͋̓̅̕͘̚ͅą̸̝̦̆̒͒̄͊͐̉̽̊̍̒͌̊̌͝͠͝s̵̫͓̱̟̮̳͉̱̭̲̥͓̃̄͌̏̉ͅś̷̢̛͍̳̳͉͇̤͇̬͎̜̈̈́̒̽̄̌͌̑̋̊́͘͘͝͝!̸̛̗̱̮͖̈̔̎͆̕ͅ
W̴͉̫͈̪̹͖̓̔́́͛̉̓̃̅̌̃Ḩ̵͙̰̦̗̖̤̲̳̖͓͂͛̓̑̆́̏̃̎͒͊̑̔͛͜͝A̶͉͔̲͇̭̹̪̟͖͖̠̻̓͌̾͒̓͒͒́͒̈́͜͜͝Ț̶̡̡̢̪̲̖̲̖̭͓̖̻̦̅̅̄̒̉̀̅͌́͝͠ͅ ̸̜̰̟̯͔̣̇́͛̓͛͌͑̊͆̚̕Ț̸̨̧̢͙͇̱̻̜̮̱̮͙̦̓̌̿̽̽̽̚͠H̵͕̦͓̲̞́́͆͗͑̈́̆̀͒͑̓Ȅ̷̛̛͖̤̼̱̈́͗̅̾̾̿̈́̅͐̂̓̂ ̴̨̱̟̬̼̘͍̻̟͇͐̽͆͛̒̈́H̷̫͔̬̞̀͛̃̄̈́̔̈̂͒͝E̴̢̛̺̬̦̘̤̲̣̗̩͍̤̫̋̉̑͗͌͗̉̂̏̋̊͐̕͝L̷̨̝̩͕̮̙͉̞͖̈́̐̅́́̏̽͝Ḻ̵̡̡̛̟̦̰̻͕̫̬̦̤̦̼͉͙̭̋̒̽͑̒̀̿͌̆̄̚͘?̸̹̲̪̗͖͈͚̞̻̦͔̱̣̌͒̈́͝!̸̫̽͝ ̵̨̲̘̳̮̬͙̩͙̰͛̅̃̉̍͊̏̊̊̇̓̋͝I̴̢̧͉̙̟͈̦̲̗̥̙̭̗͕̣͛́ ̷̡̛̛̠͈̯̤̙̰̫̋̉̇̈̆̀̏̿̓͝͝͝ẁ̸̖̄̿́̎̆̅̚͠͝a̸̺̙̺̟̮̯̙̙̦̪̼̣̫̟̐̐͆͊̍̿͒͗͗̕ṇ̵͙̠͚̝͑̒̆̑͆̏̓̃͐͘t̵͓̬͓̼͖̊̿͌͒̍̕͠͝͝ ̸̭͇͍͔͓̻̞̔ẏ̴̛̬̦̹̱̮̻̓́͒̔̋̆̕͘͜ò̵̡̢̢̺̣̼̣͉͉͍̱̯̩̱̖̒̔̚u̷̢̨̝̹̬̪͕͚̲̲̘͖͚͙̿́̈́͑̊͂̌͑͊̆̅̊͐̏͠͝ ̸̤̫͉̯͓̭͍͓̫̝͚̘͚͚̙̆t̴̬̱̫̙̣̣͙͔͉̗͕̙̱̱͌́̑́́o̶̡̯̖̙͔͍͈͈͙͎͒̿͛͑́̆͑͠ ̴͙̙͑̌̔̄̀͌͐̾̈̈̉͗͋͆͝͠g̸̢̧͉͉̝̺̜͉͎̬̫͍̤͚̻̜̈́͗̀̈́̓́̒̇̌͌̂͘e̶̡̞̳̰͔̝̒̀̀t̵̩̹̭̑͂̓͗́̋̆̔̽̿͂͋̕̚̚͝ ̶̧͓̲̲͉̪̪̮̳͇͕̈́̑͋̀͝͠ṫ̶̤̣̹̮͔̥͓͈͕̥̖̦̟̎͑͑̓͌͆̄͆͒̈́́͋̽̋̕͜͠h̴͎̦͉̞͉̯̥͔͙̮̰̭̾̈́̓̍̆̓̋̃͊͘o̶̧̺̽͋̉̽̒̕ŝ̴̼̼̺̘̫̓̈̎̀͆̑̈̐̒̀̅ͅe̶̡̛͇͉̦̱͙̥̫͓̱̻͓̳̭͙̥̙̎̒̄̉̒̋̀̚ ̵̧̢̭̟͇͔̪̜͓͍̗̲̖̑̔̉̚͘l̸̡̧͍͎̗̜͔̦̝͍͕̭͖͑̋̊̓̓̀̈́͋̈́͆̔̈̈́̑́̇ú̴̜̙͖̱̹̺͉̇̋̌̇̇̄̓̏͆͑̀̿͑̈́g̸̢̲̤̜͓̯͚̞͔͖̯̩̙͎̊͌ͅ ̴͍̔̈́̃͛͗̂͗͛̑̍̈͋̒̓́͘h̵̢͙̩͈̹̠͉̘̞̦̺̹̝͍̒̆͋̓̀͑͜ę̶̛̛̣̲̠͇̼͕͍̹̾̒̐̈́̈́̀͒͒͌͒͘a̵̢̛̤̮̫̬̺̥̤̖͕̤͕̾̑̉̌́̄̕ḍ̶̡̧̛̣̻͎̥͇͓̥̮̖͂̾̌̔͐̇̄̑͜ͅ'̴̨̧̠̮̪̻̯̖̥̘̭̬̬͇̫̓́̀ͅs̵̨̧̖̹̻̜̿̉̆͐̐͐͒̊̇̈̈̕͜͠ ̷̱͑̐̅̔̃̃̑̈́͘͝r̶̬̤̻̣̰͖̪̰̞̫̥̗̤̼͍̲̋͆̐̚ͅe̷͕͇̞͈͖̘̰͋̉͐̍̓͛̍͑͝ĝ̸̢̡̤͕̳̙͓͉̝̘̖͎͈̉͠i̸̡̛̛̼͔̯̥̮̯͈̦̦͌̀̐̑̔̒̀̍̎̽̆͘͝s̸̨͕̒͂̔̀̓͐͗̆ṭ̵̨̛̙͎̰̳̬̙̘r̸̨̠̻̘̠̼̠̦͉̭̖͚̟͚̿́̈̔̚͘ͅa̸̲͖̞̻̞̯͕͔̮̘̯͋̅̒̑̊̄̒̔̀͐̑̚͝ͅẗ̷̺̇͛̐͗̈́̌͌̿̎́̽̔̒̈́͘į̶̢̭̜̥͔̺͔͈̼͖͈̥̞̠̠̊̾͋̅̐͂ͅǫ̷̤͇̮̼͙̱͚̯̹̾́͊̄̽̆̓͊͐̊̽ň̷͎̣̖̝̪̬̺̜̆̈́͛͐̔͘͜͝ ̸̲̹̂̒͗͒̑͛̏̾̅́̒̅̚͠n̵͖̩̗̫̦̖͚͎͎̤̝̐ų̷̨̡̨̡̢̰̣͎̲̝͚̖̜͎̄̾̀̌͗͂͛̌̓͐͝͠ṃ̵̻̠̺̔́̽̄̎̓͛͌͂͘͘b̴͓̤̲̲͈̞̠̘̟̥̼̥̼̆͊̀̾̄͗̈͝e̸̞̦̱̖͇͔͖̣͉̳̤̭̗̺͖͆͆̃͐̂͋͗̉͘ŗ̶̧̟̻͉̬̱̙̘̺̯̭́͛̓́ş̷̢͚͈̠̪͙͈͔̳̙̻̐͌̾̌̏͐̑͌̕͜͜ͅ ̵̡̢̛̻͈̲͇̳̝̦̜̲͓͐͒͑͋͐̔̋̎̄̽̂̂̃̂s̵̛̲͚͗̂̓́̓̄́̌̐̎͋̈͋͘̚͝ö̵͓̜̻̮̻̩̯́́̍͌͑̏̇̿̈͘͝ ̶̡͎̣̪̭̿́̐̊̍͗̈́̿̄͝I̴͉̖̲̭͎̬̤͙͍̣̠͔̔͛̓͑͊̄̄̈́͂͒̅̍͑̎̓̚͜ ̴̡̛̬̺̖̪̤̮͎̘̪̪̟c̸̩̈́̏ȃ̴͓͚̺͇̫͋̕͝n̵̤̞̲͖̓̆̉̃̀̂̔́͗͂ ̴̨̧̨̡̗͇̰͍̲̖̠̟̲̱͇͕̤̔̈́́͛͋̐̓̋̽͘̚͝s̶̯̅̾̾͌̽̀͘͜ư̷̤̤͙̖͎͊̅̄e̴̫̦̯̟̙̩̿ ̷̢̬̻͍͇̬̥̜̝̮̈́̿͆̓̀̓͌͋͂͜t̵̢̹̭̣̟͙͎̳̽̀̀̅̀̇͆͝h̷̨̨̲̙̖̙͓͍͔̘͔̪̰͙̻̊̈́̏̏̒́̓̄̕͜͜ȩ̶̢̛̟̰̫͕͍̲̳͆͆̈́̆̈̀̌̈́̏͐͆̓̕̚m̶̛̘̙͔͈̖̥̞̜͖͎̉̀̈́͗̆̀̄͊͊̾̚ͅͅ ̷̥͙̲̔̋̕̕ţ̷̛̝̦̦͓͇̘̭̭͔̹̞̤̣̻̙͚̒̓͆̇̿̂͠͝o̴̡͖̼̘̥̙̺͕̜̬̭̞͔͆ ̴̦͚̭̥̊̆͆͗̒̃͘̚ǫ̷͍̙̟̱͙̝̂͒́͑͊̀̽̅͝͠ͅb̸̯̮̳͎̜̏̊l̸̡͍̩̩̻̖̬̫̗̫̓̑̀̓̋͊͒̚̚į̸̢̛͇͍̪̺̳͔̾̊̃̽́̾̌̀̂̔̚͝͝v̵̢̧̛͙̱̖͓̬̫̥̍͑̽́̅̌̓͌̈̽̆͠i̷̢͙̣͎̇̑̏̒́̎̈́͘ͅợ̴̮̫̫̖̝̺̓̇̑̿̅̀͋̏̊͆̄͛̚͝ń̸̗̙̝͇̋͛́̊̿͑̒̚ ̵̯̦̺̰̲̻̗̝̻̟͐̔̓̿b̵̡͙̝̱̫̪͔͇̝͐͊̉̐̌̊͗̿ȩ̶̢̛̭͈̘̘̪͓̭͎̖͖̗͋̓͗͛̈̅̚ͅf̶̭̰̩̱͙̖̮̙̖̲̖̰͕̱̗́̐̓ȏ̸̩̲͖̲̃̍̽͗̅̏̃ŗ̷̛̘͙̂̓̈̈̔͛̓̃́̅̎̑͠͠ė̷̡̨̛̲͍͕̟̮̐̂͊͗́͊͊̑̕̕͝͠͝͠ ̵̧̨̙̭̝̭̪͉̺̦͍̃̓́̈́̒̃͌͜s̵̟͍̜̋̌̐̄̎̐̈́̾̃͆͠͠t̴̢̢̧̻̯̳̤̬̥̳͚̠̄́̐͋̊͜ẽ̷̢̢͖͈͚͙̹̩͍͎̬͚͍͇̩͇̑́̇̉͜a̸̡̢̮̫͉̱̯̜̲͓̤͇̪͋͜͝͝ļ̴̨̧̛̻̭͙͕̙̙͕̱̹̎̄̃̉̊̊̉͊̽͂̇̑͘̕͝į̶̧͉̪͔̞̝͖̳̮̗̥̭̙̣̙̈́̿ņ̷̨̮̼͍̰̫̮͉̩̲̗̘͔̜́̇̀g̷̨̡̥̦̳͎͍͚͚̦̤̔̍͗͐̄̑͛̑ ̸̧̟͕̜̜͊̑̾̕͝ͅt̸̡̢̧̧͙͚̜̫̺̬̤͕̤͚̦̋̏̑̎̋h̶̡̛͍̮͍̓̌͌͐̄̇́͊̔̈́̂e̵̞͔̊͛̒͛̎̅̓̉̐̿̓̚ī̵̧̠̙̳̝͈̞̞̩̫͚̘͎̦̼̍̈́̋̊̂̄̓̓̈́̅̉͘͜͝ͅr̶̢̩̳͉͍̱͚͓̈́̾͜ͅ ̷͙͚͛͛̏́͊̇͌́̀̓ͅk̴̤̲͚̻͙̺͓͈̖͎͔̦͙͕̃̄͊̓͋̒͆́ń̷̨̝̗̹͎̪̜̝̖̉̀̐́͂͗͐̕͜͜ę̴̞̙̭͓̦͚͚̂́͊͆̾̓́̃̎̂̄̂́̒̓̎͂ę̷̦̖͓̹̯̰̣̝̘͓͉̫͆́̾̈ ̶͖̼̪̰̜̗͙̦̣̑́̍͂̐̂̾̽͑̍̈́͜͝ç̴̨͇̹͎̥̭̥̹̱͊͒̌̽̾̄͂͂͂́̈ą̶̡͚͚̻̗̳̰̰̣̣͖̤̼̫́̐̃͌͋͗̔̎̀̓́̌̀̆͌̕ṗ̷̢̢̡͎͖̺̳̯͎̘̟̹̘͕͙̉̀͘̕͝ͅs̸͎̻̩̭̟̰̖͎̝͖͔͕̠̀̾͆̈͐̐͆͌̀̇ ̷̟̦͎̪͐̅͐̅͐̏̅̈́ȧ̷̡̢̡̛̛͚̰̣̰̤̲͚̞̝̭̖̜̻̎̈́̓̍̿̌n̴̦͙͇̯̥͈̹̑̓̒̀̚͝͝͠ď̵̛̛͔͇͚̫͑͐̑͆̓̋̿́͋ ̴̫̻̳͈̥̻̪͓̠̩͈͑͐̋̈̈͊̀̎̈́̋̓͝͝m̴̛͇̪͎͔̖̔̈́͒̈́̀̓̓̓͂̉̔͗a̸̢̨͚̲̱̣̗̱̯͎͙͂͂̿̉̍͆̈͜͠k̶̡̛̖̝̯͖̺̯̯̝̼̳̍̽͆͜i̶̞͖̞͎̣̙̖̖̪̦̓̐ñ̶̢͙̞̘͎͎͍̜͚̦̖̪̪̽̂̈́͑̀̀̿̉̉̈̃̾̈́̿ĝ̴̗̼̎̑͊̋͊̽̂̔̇̋̈́̎̍̃̚ ̷͉̞̲̣̭̲͓̗̺̅̉̈́͜ͅt̸̛͔̣̗̱̯̣̣͂̎͂̔͐͑͆̒̈̔̓͂͊̐̋h̶̫͙̺̤̼̺͈̺͓̩̞̯̖͉͙̦͆̂̌͒́̂̾͐̾̇e̷̡̘͇̠͎̻͉͈̱͇̖̠͔̠͖̐̐́͑̇ͅį̸̺͕̩͓͚̻̠͈̺͖͙͆̿̓̿̾̔̍̉̔r̵̨̰͎̞̰̻̝̪̠̩̥͉͐̃̃͆͊͗͌̌̌͘̕͝͠ ̴̨̣̫̖̞̞̺̠͎̗̤̖̠̝͋̑͑̍̾̀̚͝p̸̢̨̨̞̩͉̱̟͍̠̪͓̰̞̟͚̟͆̅̓͋͂́̽̒i̵̢̢̧̛̥͎̼̼͇͕͇̼̞̙̝̼̖̔̊͐̅̓̇͗̄̂̚͝ń̷̢̛̛̪̫͍͙̹͙̯̓̀̌ǩ̷̡̟͍̖͉̼̯̠̱͓̗̻͌͝͝ͅͅỳ̷̟̙̰͈̼̩̋̊́̾̀̊̈́̎̈́͠ͅ ̵̧̛̛̪̘͔͙ẗ̴̮̳́̆̐̽̿̉̏͂͐͛͂̚͝͠͝͝ǫ̶̡̙̬̯̖̿̋́̇̽͐̅̂̈́͛̄̄ē̶̡̹̟͎͎̂̐̋͘s̸̢̪̫͍̩̜͑̈́̽̏́̃͛͘͘ ̶̡̘̝̜̱̤̝͕̗̳̠͈̥̘̥̫̈͠s̴̢̧̙͕͓̦̪̯͕̙͈̦̹̯̃̅̓͒͆͆͐ţ̸̧̓̄̓͒͊͐̈́̐̍̈͛́͒̓͝͝i̴̡̧̢̡̡̯̦̬̦͔͔̪̖͍͚̼̒̓̅̋̓̆͘̚͝͝ͅc̸̡̥̱̬̙̘̦̫̖͆̀̎k̷̛̤͇̙͊̈̌̈́͛̓̕̚͘͝ ̵̞̺̹̯̯̻̫̣̲̮͎͉̣͌̏͊̏̅ǫ̸̘̼̯̝̠́̀̈͘̚ͅũ̵̢̞̱͙̏͛̿̍̎͆̇͠t̶̢̛͓͚̝̫̭̜̰̳͕̫̉͊͌͘̚ ̶̼̀͗͛͆̓̇͠t̵̟̮̄̓̈́̍̽͘ó̸̲̝͒̌̈́̈́̀͘ ̶̪̦͕̈͒̐̋͑͛̈́̋͝t̵̲͙͖̯̹̣͂͗͠h̷̡̝̗̣̜͕̠͈̙̖̤̠̟̻̼͌̓̂̅̈́͑̈́e̷̡̛̛̖̭̗̺͇͔̠͖̘̙̔͒͋̍̑́̌͂̚͝ ̶̳̞̱̮̰̲̬̖̦̦̬͕̬͇̗͂̈́͜s̶̨̡̛̗͙̻͍̩͙̺͆͛͂̌̈́͗̽̇͘̚͠i̵̧̢͕̠̝̹̤̤͇̣̦͎̫͑̈́̚͠ḓ̸̥̬̬̬͎̫̼̱̯̫̪͎̬͓̍̏̀̏̂͑̊̚̚͜͠ͅe̵͔͓͒̔s̴̛͔̗͍̼͙̯͌͂̐̈́́̈́̓̃̚ ̷̧̛͕̺̹̙͍͇̹͉͔̭͔̹͙ͅf̷̨̨̗̱͓̩̱̹͉̔̿̊̌̽̄͂͌͘͜͝ã̴̭̰̟̜̟̭̰̘̺̥̿̑̀̀̈́̚r̵̨̢̛̬̫̼͔͎̱̂͊̿̋̋̄͋́̈̚̕͠͝ ̶̡͔̹̗̖̭͇̯͚͚͙̝͓̲̯̗̒͒͌̓͐̌̂̀̇͝ȇ̴̼̯̗̦̐̉͗̋̈́̆̈́̕͝͠n̵̛̛͉̟̼̗̖͒̊͌͑̈́̽̕͝o̸͔͒̑͜ṷ̸̧̡̺̮͎̙̰͇̭̪͖͌̓̉̾͂͌̍̄̋g̷̰̲̗̠̬̗͓͇̱̯̞̹̍̽̓͗h̸̨̢̫̟̖̠̯͈͈̮͌͂̌̋͆͜͠͝ ̵̢͚̦̱̝̫͇̞̗͍̘̹͔͚̓͝ẗ̴̨̨̢̩̥͓͓̻̭̼͍̠͕̭̹̄o̴̙̣̯̯̰̰̓͋̾̉͋̾ ̵̡̛̛̗̫̙̮̯̬͛̊̒͐͌̊̈̓̎͐̍͐̓̚ä̴̠̙́͌̂̆̊̉̔̍̎͗̅͘̕͠ͅĺ̴̗͖̣͆̽̔́̅̕͝͝w̷̩̮͖͖̻͖̗̱̳͛͌̌͌ͅá̸̛̖͈̙̹͚̥͖͙̭̟̭͂́̉̌͛̔̀̔y̵͙͚̰̤̗̻͉̺̿͒̌͆s̷̟͍͋̽̈͛̒̀̄̂͗̅̑͝͝ ̸̨̖͉̩̥̫̟̗̽͑̈̌̎̇͊͌̓̈͠h̴͎̜̓̌̔̔̒́̈́̓͌̈́̈̀̊̋͐i̶̧͇̳̤̺̱͕͚͗͒̅̔̑̏͆̔̿̚t̵̛̟͔͉̬̮͚̮̦̝̺̳͙̗̾̂͐͐͂̑ͅ ̶̝̱͎̟̎t̸̡̤͈͔̦̳͖̫̯̗͒̃͘͜h̸̢̧̗͚͇͕͈̼̲͉̤̄e̸̛̗̱̯̹̝̳̝̱͈̤͌͐́̂̓͗̏̌̐̕͜͠͝m̴̨̮̫͈͕̝̟͓̄̍͆̑̎̈́̍͝!̶͉͓̺̗̱̄̚
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Ḩ̷̲̞̗̘̦͕̳̠̯̳͓͈̝̻̊̇͂͑͊͐́̊͑͂̅̋͘͝͝ͅi̸͓̪͕̱̙̬̺͗͒̕̚̚z̶̡̛̠̮̤̘͇͑́́́̂̓̈̑̕͘͝a̷̮̦̞͍̦͇͈͓̋̆͋̾̅̈̾͒̕s̵̼͚̭̹̙̈́͂̎̌̄̈́h̵̛̛͍̝͍͕̹̓̃͒̀̈́̉͑͒̈́̾̅́́́̾i̴̛̺̞̱͇̺̝̲̥̾̔̒̽̈̍̿͒͑̽̀͌͘͘͝͠ ̶̨̛̟̮͓̰͕̞̤͔̞͍͇̞̮̋́̎͒̏́̈̎̓͗̎͘ͅj̸̨͔̰̘̼̻̆̈͋́̐̄ͅu̸̡͍͕̽̎͌͊s̵̨͈̰̬̺̮͙̱͕̠̖̙̀̊̀̾̐̍͒̉̽͘̕͜͝͝t̶̘̿͗̕͝ ̶̛̻̭͍̜̩̞̱͈̲̣̗͋̿͂͒́̇̏̎̌̂̀̇̓̍͛ẗ̸̰̞̝̮͈̟͎̳͕̣͎́ơ̴̡̛̬͓̤̮̝̦̱̥͖̋̓͆͋̓͝ḻ̵̨̛̛̛̩̣̻̘̖̝͇̻̑̔̅̋̃̔́͊̈́͘͝ḑ̶̢̠̬̻̟͓͕͚̭̝͊̏̏͗̂̋͗̆́͐͑͊̎̿̈́̾͌ ̷̩̜̳̊ḿ̵̨͉͖̤͖͇̟̲̯̫̤̜̹̮͉̼̈̈̉̆̆̾̓̉̀͝è̴̜̞̣̤̂̊́̍̿,̵͇̣͎͇̯͎̹̣̙͕̱̪̗̩̙͕͖͛̓̈́̅͒́͊͑͐̍̇́̄͠ ̷̢͉͉͚͔͈̜̥̺͒̓̆̀͋̌̐̚͝͝͝I̶̯̭̱̬̟͖̞͉̗̅̓̚͠͝ ̴̧͖͍̰̪̠̬͖͙̪͕̲̈́͂̾̆̀̒͜͝d̸̝́́́͂̀̓͝o̴̹͍͋͂̽͛͌̀̈́̈́͗̍͐̍͆̈́͝ņ̸͇̣͈̭͉̗̺̝̫̜̯̬̰͚̤̝̆̈́͐́͝͝'̸̦̻͔̰̳̹͙͈̩̜̦͓̼̘̊̀́͆̌̅̀̂͆̿͘͝t̶̛̛̲͗͆̊́̄̈͗̉̑̀͋͘̚ ̸̡̡̞̘͎̜̬̺̙͕̯̘̬̑̋̅͛̑̐͋̎̈́̍͋͊̃͛͝͝ͅņ̸̦̭̟̫̲̮̪̰̠͕͚̺̿͆̑ͅe̶̡̟͈͖͊͊͌̎̓̀͐͋̽e̴̢̢̼̞̠̩̣̟̝͍͇̹͎̞̅̆͛͘d̶̡̛̛̪͖̖̠̩̻͔̟̭̞͈̯̲̯̃̊̀̏̆͊̽̎̊̒͗̅͜͠͝ͅ ̸̨̤̗̬͇̼̞͈̤̯͔̹̬̙̈̔ţ̵̢̨͍̟̻̙͙̺̦̮͕̬͚̑͛̐̂̍͑͜͝ͅơ̴̡̘͙̰̫̜̰͈͎̍͋̎̑̀̃̅͛̓́̍͆̀̕ͅ ̷̢̗̮̮͙̻̭͈̱̟̦̭̰̤̞̀̋͛̈́͊̑̈́̕ǵ̵̡̥͈̺i̵̧̛͉̭̪͙͇̭̮͕͚͊̑̇̈̄̂̈v̵̡̨̥̝̜̹͙̞̞̖̩̠̭̜̺̼̾͗͐̎̃̎͑̐͘͝ę̸̢̧̦͖͓̟̩̱̟̞͉͈̻̤͍̈́͂͐͐̐͗͜͝ ̴̨̛͚͚̪͉̺̦̠̲̰̠̙͔͙̰͛̂͗̈̏̍͌̐́̿̿̅̀̑̕͝t̵̳̚͠ḩ̸̧̡̠͔̯̗͙̘͎͔̯̪̬͖̱͋̇̎͜e̶̥͗ͅͅ ̸̯̝͖̈́́̂̒̏̋͛̒͗̍͗̆̕Ş̷̧̜̯͓̈́̓̏̋͘͜ͅk̵̢̛̳̻̳̗͉̣̱̦̹̒͑̀̑̿̏́͠'̴̧͇͖̺̮̖̺̼̩̭͗̃͂̽́̿̀͐̽̓͘͘͠͝u̴̧̧̬̤̥̞͚̝̱̹̺͂̾͋͌̀̚͝ģ̶̢̨̝͉͙̬̓̇̊͗̋̉͑̀͊̿͆̍̅̇̀̀͘͜d̶̟͆͒̓͂̇̎͐̇̓͊̚͝͠͝f̷̘̓̃̚̚͠ỳ̵̢̗̜͙̟̖̻͒͒̀̈́̋̅̈̽͗͜͠ͅͅ ̷̛͈̺͈̹͓̜̙͈͉̈́̇̉̇͋͂̔̈́̎̒͌̉́̄͠͝ą̶̛̺̩̺̺̺͓̘̤̜̾̊̓̑̐̄͛̽̄̊̂̅̓̈́̌̉n̸̨̻̦̗͔̼͉̮̹͚͍̝̈́̒̀̈̕͜͜ḍ̶̨͎̬̼̘̯̭̯̭̺̗̙̫͛͐̄̽͌͌̾̎̃̿͐͋͑̒͜ ̴̫̑̉t̷̹̲̊̾͂̒͌̈̀͛́̿h̸̨̪͓̺̻̠͇͉̦̓̒̿̏̍̀͐̿̎̃͒͌̚͘̕͝͝ē̷̗̰̘̜̠̙͉͚͙̽̅̓̏́͌ ̵͔̔̈̏̂̉̀̿̇̊̊̔́̾S̵̡̨͉̹̜̫̣̬̭̜͚̏v̷̡̧̲̣͕̙̪̖͇̱̠̥̺͎̄̉͜'̵̡̢̨̛̲͎̫͙͍̥̹̬͚̔̐̑̈́͂͋w̴̜̩̮͔̿q̴̨̢̧̛̳̮̩̯̪̭̖͑̀̍̅̕͜͠'̵̺̏̎̽ŝ̷̢̟͖͙̫͇̺̠̮̱̺̻̀̓̄͐̃̅̎̽͘͘͜ ̷̨̢̺͙̩̯͉̾͋͌̒̍͒t̴̼̱̫́̐͛͋͐́͗̾̈́̅ͅą̷̢̢̝̫̗̘̲̹̲̯̼̱̱͔̌͊ͅl̶̢̢̲̱̤̘̺̣̖̠̻̘͉̈́͗̔̓̀͝k̴̖̭͔̱̝͙̆̈́̇ ̶̨̨̨̗̘̥̯͚͓̦̦̭͓͍͖̭͌͌̀͆͐͘̚͝d̶̤̤̘̻̙̼̭̳̪́̀͌̑̃̄̃̍̈̓̄̃͒͑͜͝ō̷̘͇͍̳̽͋̓̓̓̕͝͝͠͠ ̴̛̳̪̬͍̥̍̑̏̋I̶̛͕̩̻̞͖͙͈̖̎͑̿̋̔͂̌̿̍͂̑̒͘ͅ?̵̢̡̛̬̲̫͖͕̩̳͙̪͑̏̅́͛̀̆͋̓̀
He shuddered. It was bad enough having to get said talk from his uncle Aku, he did not need a repeat of it from his mum. The only upsides were that his father was physically incapable of pronouncing half the words and as such couldn't make jokes through the entire thing and the fact that if Uncle Aku poked too much fun or tried to lie then his mum would sick the immortal samurai on him.
"I swear Nerd you've got the shittiest luck." Bakugo scoffed as he checked his own messages, seeing several from his mother and one from his dad who was currently in an asylum after mistaking one of Inko's cookies as a human safe one. "The old hag's threatening to drag all three of us off for a bird's and the bees talk because of perv hero."
"It'd only apply for you Kachan." Izuku replied with a shudder. "Mum's giving me the elder beings equivalent when I get home."
"Ugh don't remind me about it. Dad got all squeamish and had my half sister y'vothu talk me through it all." Mina shuddered in turn. After all for sentient beings across the cosmos this was one of the most dreaded talks of all. It was far worse with elder beings than mortals however due to more numerous impregnation methods and the casual act of changing one's gender, shape and apparent species being commonplace.
"Hag wants me to grab more chilli for dinner, later Nerd, Raccoon eyes." Katsuki huffed as he went down a different street to the two elder beings.
"So, is explody there always like that?" Mina asked.
"Most of the time, his quirk causes him to produce nitroglycerin at a steady rate and if his heart rate drops too low then he could die so he stays angry." Izuku replied.
"Wait. How does he sleep then?" Mina asked in confusion as they cut down an alleyway between two stores.
"He eats a bunch of chillis before going to sleep, it keeps him sweaty enough to prevent a heart attack." Izuku replied. "Downside is his Mattress could be classed as a small bomb at this point."
"I am here!" A familiar voice called.
Izuku turned and let out a gasp at the sight of All Might landing in the alleyway. "Ohmygoshitsallmight AIFI291BF891Q!"
"Ow." The blonde man winced as he dug his pinky into his left ear before with a burst of steam the buff hero was replaced with a skeletal man.
"Sorry!" Izuku yelped. "I didn't know old one could do that to a person!"
"Unrelated injury." Mina stated bluntly as the now deflated hero coughed up some blood. "Same thing happened on the roof."
"Young Midoriya, tell me, what were you thinking when you rushed in to save your friend?" The deflated man asked gently.
"Asides getting the Shogoth off of him? Just to protect him." Izuku explained.
"Shogoth? I though his name was that one that made my ears bleed?" All might asked in confusion as he scratched at his chin, now sidetracked. "Also is Thirteen your mother or aunt or something? You two look a lot alike."
Izuku looked down at himself just to make sure he was in his human form then looked to Mina who shrugged before returning his attention to all might. His brow furrowed as his pupils rapidly changed shape, cycling through different forms of vision including those mortals couldn't see. He blinked in shock at a familiar black haired female shade floating behind the blonde haired hero and at the white haired man who was staring at him in shock. "All might. Could you please describe how you see us?"
"Odd request but alright." All might nodded before he pointed at Izuku. "You look like a human shaped black mass covered in white dots with bright green suns for eyes." He then pointed at Mina. "You look like a pink angler fish human hybrid with a tad too many teeth to be comfortable sorry. Your skin also appears to have something moving under it which is freaking me out... ah no offense."
"No offense taken." Mina waved him off.
"Mina, I think All Might can partly see through our disguises." Izuku stated with a gesture at the skinny hero. "Any more and he risks going insane."
"Oh. Oh shit." Mina uttered with wide eyes. "Uh think your mum can help?"
"Considering he has family floating around him more than likely." Izuku explained before turning his attention to All Might. "All Might sir, please for your own health, safety and sanity could you please come with us. We may even be able to get you in contact with Nana-san who's following you around."
"SAY WHAT?!" All Might coughed in shock as more blood flew from between his lips. His head shot around rapidly trying to spot his former mentor which lead to a couple of the seven spirits following him to giggle.
"Look it's hard to explain but we're not fully human. I know about Nana as she is the obasan to my adopted siblings." Izuku explained.
"All right but any funny business and you'll both be in big trouble. Understood?" All might asked as he gave a stern glare at the two teens.
"Crystal." Mina and Izuku nodded before beckoning the skeletal hero to follow them, darting down the street at speeds most humans would find difficult to follow. It was only thanks to years of hero work and his own quirk that All Might was able to keep up with them in his skinny form despite the strain it left on his wounds.
The blonde hero followed the two teens as they rushed between streets and into the residential half of Mustafu prefecture. All Might quickly realised a number of sigals on doors and in windows were all the same, that being a stylised eyeball on a black hand with a ring of tentacles around it. He had seen this once a few years ago back when he faced... HIM. He just hoped this wasn't an ambush.
Soon enough Izuku slowed to a stop at a seemingly normal apartment complex with Mina and All Might stopping shortly after. It wasn't overly large or fancy looking, if anything it looked ordinary if you disregarded the occasional geometry that gave All Might a slight sting to his eyes. Following Izuku upto the third floor he then went to room 601 and opened the door.
"Everyone, I'm home! Got Mina and someone haunted by family with me!" Izuku called as he entered the apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and hanging his bag on a line of hooks. Mina also hung her bag. Both Mina and Yagi looked at the odd assortment of slippers before them. Izuku noticing their hesitation decided to chime in. "Guest slippers are the blue ones."
"Thanks Izuku." Mina smiled as she removed her shoes, placing them by the door and putting on a pair of the blue slippers. All Might followed her example, nothing that the slippers were incredibly soft, almost like walking on cotton pillows.
A bluish white haired lanky man with chapped lips and chafed skin wearing artist gloves and a crumpled shirt with black slacks stumbled into the room carrying a smug adult woman with black hair done in a bun and wearing a black dress under his arm. "Stay out of my room Hana I swear you're always touching my shit."
"But Tenko you've got to spend more time with people you damn hikoneet." The woman snorted.
"Hey Tenko, hey Hana." Izuku smiled brightly while All Might stood there in shock, after all Hana was a spitting image of the woman he considered a mother in all but blood.
"Hey short stack." Tenko muttered absently as he dropped Hana onto the couch, or tried to, she floated upwards while crackling with blue energy. Unseen to All Might Nana rushed right for the woman and Man, tackling them into a hug, visibly knocking them both to the couch. "OH SHIT!"
"Obasan?!" The woman shrieked in shock and joy. "Inko-mama couldn't find you in the afterlife!"
"I never fought I'd get to see my own grandkids!" The ghost sobbed.
"What's going on exactly?" All Might asked, not able to see what was actually happening.
"My kids getting to see their grandmother." A voice chuckled drawing All Might's attention to the door to the kitchen where a green Haired fit woman who looked as if she could be a cousin to his late master entered the room wearing a simple brown shirt and black pants with a white apron stained on god knows what. "I'm Inko Midoriya, pleasure to meet you."
"Mum, this is the guy who had Tenko and Hana's obasan haunting him and..." Izuku trailed off seeing his mum's unimpressed look.
"Izuku I understand you can handle most things by yourself but you ARE having the Sk'ugdfy and the Sv'wq's talk after dinner." The woman stated making everyone wince before she turned to All Might. "And you Must be All Might, not hard to see the damage you've been subject to. Alright let's get your vision sorted and something to stop any madness."
"Uh what I'm sorry but you've got the wrong guy, I assure you-" All Might was cut off by having a small pastry shoved in his mouth making him reflexively swallow it. "Huh...not bad, reminds me of the Surströmming that the orphanage used to serve when I was a kid."
"Toshi only you could like that stuff." Nana sighed with a shake of her head while still hugging her grandkids.
"I still stand that it's delicious Nana." All might replied absently before his head whipped over to his mentor. "NANA?!"
"I don't trust you." The first barer stated as he made the 'I'm watching you' motion at Inko while All Might had a tearful reunion with Nana. Said spirit was hugging her son in all but blood while introductions were made.
"Oh hush Izukuji, your nephew turned out fine, even wants to be a hero. Your brother has been ditching physical contact the past decade after he got into a car wreck shortly after All Might and him got into a fight." Inko waved off the white haired spirit.
"Wait, he's named after his uncle?" Mina asked as she looked between the spirit and her new friend.
"Yeah dad always insisted we would of gotten along like a house on fire." Izuku admitted with a shrug.
"Probably in more ways than one, I was a bit of a pyromaniac as a kid, probably why my lungs were so messed up later in life." Izukuji shrugged in a 'what can you do' sort of way. "So, what's this about Hizashi getting in a car wreck?"
"He now looks like a baked potato." Inko chuckled lightly as she fished a phone from her pocket to show her brother in law. The white haired man broke into cackling laughter at the sight of his brother's picture.
"He looks like an angry baked potato!" He wheezed. "Revenge I say, revenge! For all the times he said I looked like a baboon's butt! Revenge!" He cackled.
"Obasan as nice as the reunion is, could you let us go please?" Hana asked. "I think Tenko's a few moments from destroying the couch."
"Oh, sorry didn't realise." The former hero muttered as she released her grandkids. Tenko grumbled about hacking ghosts with no clip and slunk off to his room once more.
"So, what's your quirk dear? Float like me?" Nana asked with a wide grin.
"Nah, I ended up with a mutated version of One for All." Hana admitted causing the vestiges and All Might to spit take in shock. "Only difference is I inherited the quirks of my ancestors instead of it stockpiling power. I've got Float from you, iron knuckles from mum, Levitate from that bastard of a sperm doner and Feather weight from your mum."
"Damn you've got to have one hell of a right hook then." Nana admitted softly, a small frown forming at how Hana addressed her father. "What happened that made you live here?"
"Tenko's quirk came in." Inko sighed as Hana tried to look anywhere but at Nana. "I found him after Decay manifested late due to his father's abuse, he had accidentally killed the family dog then everyone including Hana during his panic."
"But she's right there." All Might pointed out as he gestured at the girl.
"It may be hard to understand but do you know of the works of HP Lovecraft?" Inko asked.
"Who?" All Might asked in confusion. Nana was stumped as were most of the vestiges. Izukuji however gulped nervously.
"She's not really Hana is she?" He asked shakily as he looked at Inko.
"She's still her. I just had to fish her soul from purgatory and make her a new body." Inko explained as if it was no big deal.
"What are you then? Hastur? Cthulhu? Azathoth?" The man demanded, his words growing more and more panicked.
"First, what's going on?" Nana asked.
"That's not a woman it's some cosmic horror!" He spat.
"I can be both you know." Inko stated with a raised eyebrow and shake of her head. "Izuku why don't you show Mina to your room, dinner will be ready in an hour."
"What exactly is going on?" All might asked in a threatening tone as the two teens disappeared further into the apartment.
"I'll explain." Hana sighed as she fixed her crumbled dress. "Inko-mama is a great old one, a type of god that normally drives those who see what she really is insane. She pulled us back from the afterlife after she found Tenko crying in an alleyway. She offered me and my birth mother a chance to come back. Mother declined but I didn't want to leave Tenko alone and agreed to come back. My body isn't strictly human anymore, most of the ash that used to be me was blown away, I'm about a third elder god now, enough to remain human in mind but not enough to be human in body. I still have my quirk but I look more like a humanoid pile of tentacles and darkness than a baseline human under my mortal guise."
"Alright but then who are you?" Izukuji asked as he looked towards Inko.
"I haven't introduced myself this way in centuries but it seems appropriate." Inko giggled before curtseying with a smile. "I'm the chaos that crawls up on you with a smile, Inko the Crawling chaos Nyarlethotep!"
"Well... Atleast you're one of the friendlier ones." Izukuji sighed as he gave a flat stare at the woman.
"So, not to seems rude but do you have any more of those beautiful pastries?" All might chuckled nervously as he messed with the back of his hair.
End.
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