A/N:

Hey guys. Here's chapter 7 for you :)

A note before you read: my upload schedule is horrible and I hate it so, instead of a chapter of this every 26th, I'll upload 8000+ words every month. Uploads will be random and not always this so look out for them. I will put each month's uploads on my profile under News: so you know where to go.

Until next time!

"Kiddos," Hizashi called from the kitchen. "Come set the table!"

Shouta switched off his phone and, shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants, moved towards where his husband was busy cooking. A familiar scent assaulted his nostrils as he entered the approached Hizashi and Shouta froze in place.

"Katsudon," he whispered.

Hizashi turned around with a sad smile on his face. "I thought you might enjoy some. You haven't had it in a while, after all, and I know it's both yours and Izuku's favourite food."

Shouta nodded silently and pushed away the onslaught of memories that threatened to overwhelm him. "Anything I can do to help?"

A few minutes later when the food was brought to the table, Shouta could almost see the thoughts rushing through his brother's head.

Shouta dipped his head and sat down, across from Izuku who didn't look at him, choosing instead to stare down at his lap.

A muttered 'itadakimasu' and the four of them began to eat. Shouta took slow bites, savouring the taste of the past. "Thanks, Hizashi," he mumbled around a mouthful of food.

Hizashi grinned at him. "Glad you like it!"

Hitoshi tilted his head to the side. "This is good. I like it."

"Yay," Hizashi chirped. "We can have this more often if you all want?"

"Yes please," Hitoshi responded and Shouta grunted his agreement.

"Izuku…" Hizashi trailed off at the absent look on the teen's face.

Izuku was staring into the distance, chopsticks held loosely in his hand and unshed tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

"Zu?" Hitoshi reached over and gave him a light tap on the shoulder to which Izuku flinched violently. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry," the greenette murmured. "I was thinking…"

The 'about Mum' went unsaid.

Izuku shook his head as if to clear it and stuffed a bit of food into his mouth. "This is good."

Hitoshi raised his eyebrows and grinned. "That's what I said."

"Exactly!" Izuku shouted with a mouth full of Katsudon. "Ow cou ou no' ike i'?"

"What?" Hizashi stared on in confusion.

Izuku swallowed his bite and repeated, "I said 'how could you not like it'."

"Oh."

Hitoshi snorted and Izuku turned to him, a hurt look on his face.

"How dare you, Toshi?! Laughing at my words. Such a horrid person you are."

"I didn't do anything." The purple-haired teen gulped down another bite and turned his face away to hide the growing smirk.

Izuku slapped him playfully. "Sure you didn't, bitch."

"Language," Hizashi interjected.

"Sorry, my good sir," Izuku bit out in English before stuffing his mouth full again.

If Shouta caught the lingering sadness in his brother's gaze, he didn't mention it.

"Hi, kiddo," Hizashi called softly as Izuku stumbled into the kitchen. "How many pancakes?"

"Three please, Hizashi." Izuku mumbled.

He reached over and ruffled the teen's hair. "Coming right up."

"Thanks."

While Izuku slumped down on one of the bar stools, Hizashi dropped some butter into the pan placed on the stove and turned on the heat.

"Hey, Hizashi?"

He glanced up, "Yeah, Zu? You okay?"

Izuku averted his gaze. "If there was someone you knew but didn't know that well… um, and you could tell something was wrong… what would you do?"

That was not what he had been expecting Izuku to say. It was an odd request too.

"I wouldn't like to assume," Hizashi began slowly and seriously; a stark contrast from his usual personality. "If I didn't know them much, I'd make sure I understood more before I assumed anything." A pause. "That being said, if there's something obviously life-threatening going on, I would want to talk to them and make sure they're alright. Why do you ask though, little Listener?"

"Ah," Izuku shrugged stiffly. "Todoroki-san — Endeavor's youngest — doesn't seem very social. I think something's up in that family."

The understatement of the century, Hizashi thought. "Touya-kun said he's legally dead, right?"

He received a nod in response. "I think he skipped some details."

"He might if he had been abused. I know I would've. Touya-kun probably wouldn't have trusted adults if his own father was abusing him."

Izuku's face darkened dramatically at the reminder of his brother-in-law's past. "Still wish I could punch them," he hissed under his breath before steeling his face. "How should I bring it up with Touya-nii safely? I don't want to hurt him…"

"Best do it slowly. Remind him you can help all of his family if he opens up. But you can't force him; that could mean breaking the trust you two have."

"Okay, thanks Hizashi." Izuku jumped up to give him an enthusiastic hug. The blond hero let a couple of tears make their way down his cheeks as he held the boy close, one hand carding through his soft green hair and the other resting on his back.

So much had changed in just a few weeks. Izuku had grown up, Hizashi and Shouta had two children living with them, Inko was- oh god, she was dead.

It hadn't yet hit him as hard as it did in that moment. Izuku had lost his mother, Shouta had lost his mother, Hizashi had lost one of the only adults who had ever truly loved him.

The rest of their unconventional family were devastated at the loss. And villains. Who knows what they could end up doing?

Sniffling as quietly as he was able, Hizashi brought the back of his hand up to his face and wiped his cheeks, putting it back on Izuku's head afterwards.

"Hey," Hitoshi added from his place by the kitchen door. Hizashi hadn't even noticed him standing there. "Are you both okay?"

"Yup," Izuku responded, pulling away from Hizashi's chest and bounding over to hug the other teen. "I was just talking to Hizashi about Todoroki-san."

"Oh. That's good, Zu." He turned to Hizashi, "What's for breakfast?"

"I was starting chocolate pancakes. There are some strawberries in the fridge and there might be some squirty cream… you'll have to check."

Izuku lit up, ran across the room and flung open the fridge, immediately beginning to rummage through the shelves for the toppings.

"Also, kiddo? Might be a good idea to bring this up with Shouta, yeah?"

"Got it," came an absent-minded reply from the fridge. "Thanks again, Hizashi."

"No problemo!"

The purple-haired teen chuckled. "That's a new one: 'no problemo'."

Hizashi huffed haughtily. "I pride myself on originality."

A muffled shout of, "Strawberries!" came from across the room and the other two both laughed.

"Though, little listener, I do think you should talk to Shouta about this. Maybe we could have a family talk?" Hizashi suggested, pouring the pancake batter into the pan.

"Yeah okay."

"Can we do that later?" Hitoshi intervened. "I'm a little tired and I just want a quiet breakfast if that's- Hey!"

Hitoshi rubbed at his arm as Izuku withdrew his hand with narrowed eyes.

"Stop asking if it's alright with other people when you want something!"

"Yes, fine!" Hitoshi grumbled.

"Good."

The three turned around to the sight of Shouta standing in the doorway, blanket draped over his shoulders and hair sticking up in all directions.

"You can ask for anything within reason. You don't need to explain why you want things, we all want stuff sometimes and that's okay. If we need to know why, we'll ask. You want something, just fucking ask."

Hizashi stared at him in thinly veiled horror. "That started out so nice, Shouta."

Shouta grunted and walked a few steps forward, draping himself over the stool.

"You good there, Shou-nii?"

"Fucking peachy."

"Right," Hizashi answered shortly, turning away. "Who's taking the first pancakes?"

Izuku latched onto Hitoshi and screamed, "Hitoshi is!"

"Whatever," Shouta muttered.

"First pancakes for Hitoshi then. Shall we have some music?"

"Yes please," Hitoshi responded as Izuku shouted an enthusiastic, "YES!"

Hizashi turned on the radio to a random channel, increasing the volume before moving back to the stove to flip the pancakes.

Once the food had been dished out, Shouta had discarded the blankets and changed into his hero costume, although the two teens remained in their pyjamas, hair dishevelled, to eat.

Izuku was left with the task of clearing the dishes from the table after they had all finished eating while Hizashi lathered ungodly amounts of gel into his hair and Hitoshi used the bathroom.

The two teens switched around later, Izuku in the shower and Hitoshi cleaning the mugs from the night before amongst the other dirty crockery.

They all bundled into the car at 7:58, spending the short drive with the radio on blast, three of them screaming the lyrics and one sound asleep through the noise.

As the intro to some strangely familiar song played, Hizashi turned around to the two in the back with an excited gasp. "Sing, Hito!"

"Eyes on the road, Hizashi!" Izuku screamed, clutching Hitoshi's shirt.

"Yes, General-Major sir!" He quipped, already facing the windshield.

Hitoshi however, was oblivious to the chaos going on around him, humming along to the tune with his eyes closed.

"Yeah he's still coming just a little bit late," he sang quietly, smooth yet shy voice ringing out in the confines of the car. "He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape."

Izuku smiled warmly and joined in. "She's just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name, like Lois Lane."

Hizashi glanced to the side and, sure enough, Shouta was sitting with tears glistening in his eyes.

And suddenly, he remembered.

Oboro.

Waiting for Superman had been his favourite song in the short time that they'd known him. He played it near-constantly so all five of them in the friend group knew the lyrics off by heart.

But, after he had died, Hizashi had stopped listening to the song for the fear that he would be thrown right back into his worst times.

Hitoshi and Izuku sang on.

Those two made the song into one of comfort and hope, unlike the reminder of tragedy that it was for so long.

"She's waiting for Superman," they finished, slight vibrato coming through in the harmony of the last notes.

"Please insert your ID."

Hizashi started violently.

That's right, they were at UA.

"Here," Shouta told him softly with one arm outstretched to hand him the ID card.

"Thanks," he murmured in return.

The small piece of plastic was sucked in through the slot in the side of the gate and the metal bar swung up to allow the car entrance to the UA parking lot. Hizashi rolled down the window after collecting the card on the other side.

He pulled into a spot on the far side of the lot, closest to the door to the main building.

Climbing out of the car, Hizashi was suddenly hit with a strange sense of danger.

'How silly,' he told himself. 'We're at UA: the safest place in Musutafu. No danger here Hizashi, you idiot.'

Shaking his head to push that thought away, he hugged the two boys, making sure to give them both an extra squeeze and a head pat.

What would he do if something happened to them?

'Not the time.'

And of course he gave Shouta a kiss while the boys ran off together.

"Love you, Zashi," the light of his life said, pulling away, beautiful dark eyes boring into his own and twinkling in the morning sun.

"I love you too, Sho."

But the strange feeling remained.

The classroom was mainly empty when Izuku walked through the door.

Tenya, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Kacchan were already in their respective seats, all in different positions, some looking decidedly more… relaxed than others.

"Good morning, Izuku!"

"Hi, Tenya," he said meekly, not wishing to disturb everyone else.

"Good morning… Midoriya, was it?"

Oh. Yaoyorozu had spoken to him.

"Uh, y-yes. G-good morning, Yaoyorozu-san." Izuku stuttered with a shy wave.

The smile he got in return was nice.

Kacchan's lip curled in disgust as Izuku sat down behind him so he decided to ignore the blond in favour of pulling out his newer analysis notebook and beginning to scribble in it.

The members of the class began to file in within the next few minutes, a few calling out greetings, a few choosing to remain silent and simply find their designated seats. Just five minutes before the start-of-homeroom bell, Kaminari entered the room as the last one to arrive.

"Hey guys!" he grinned and received a few calls of greeting.

Izuku tucked the notebook safely into his yellow backpack thirty seconds before the bell.

A loud ringing, Shouta threw the door open just a bit dramatically.

"You're all quiet, good. Make it a habit." He grabbed something from his desk. "We're going to a special training facility today. Change into your suits and meet outside. There is a bus waiting. Be quick or you will get detention."

Changing was quick; no one wanted detention with the scary teacher. Izuku was just feeling restless and wanted to get out first to get a hug from his brother.

He rushed out of the changing room as soon as he was done, popping out the skates for a faster journey.

Most of the classrooms he passed were full of students, chatter coming through the sides of the door. A few rooms were empty, really just spare in case an extra room was needed someday for whatever reason. Other than that, the halls were fun to skate through, with smooth tiles and low noise levels.

Izuku had definitely underestimated how heavy the door was, though. He had tried to push it and ended up rolling back and falling flat on his face.

Oops.

He pushed himself upright after retracting the wheels, glad no one had been around to see the fall. Even with his new strength, the door still weighed a shit-ton so Izuku had to lean his whole body against it to get outside.

Seriously, who designs doors to be that heavy?

Shouta was leaning against the side of the bus, eyes closed and yet another iced coffee in his hand. Izuku jogged up to his brother, stretching out a hand, whispering a mantra of, "Please, please, please."

Looking back on it, perhaps that was a bit too dramatic.

Shouta stood up straight, body rigid and eyes searching, only to gasp in relief when he saw Izuku standing in front of him.

"I am so sorry, Sh- uh, Aizawa-sensei!"

"Fuck, Izuku, you scared me!"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry."

Shouta furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought someone was dying, but you wanted coffee?"

Izuku hummed with a nervous shift of his feet on the ground.

"Right then… Midoriya." Shouta handed him the cup, "This stays between us."

"Yes…" Izuku trailed off, noticing Tenya step outside. He took a long sip before he handed the coffee back quickly.

Tenya walked swiftly towards them. "Are you alright, Uncle Shouta? I heard you shouting."

"I'm fine Iida, and please retain formalities while we're on campus."

Tenya blanched, plunging into a deep bow. "My sincerest apologies, Aizawa-sensei!"

Shouta sighed. "Lighten up, kid."

Izuku, giggling, led his friend away by the arm.

Tenya, once the entirety of their class was outside, attempted to line them up to board the bus, which turned out pointless as the bus was the wrong sort. A few people tried to console the class representative who proceeded to sit in his own shame, face turned to the window. Izuku sat next to him, choosing to talk to others when Tenya didn't respond.

The conversation he was invested in stopped after Asui tapped him hesitantly on the arm.

"Midoriya-san?" She asked quietly, clearly not wanting to interrupt everyone else. They all turned to face her anyway so she shrugged it off and continued.

"I'm usually quite blunt."

Izuku, confused, responded, "Asui-san, what's wrong."

"Please call me Tsu, kero. I've been meaning to ask; your quirk is quite similar to All Might's, no?"

"Wait a minute!" A boy with red spiky hair… Kirishima exclaimed. "All Might's quirk doesn't hurt him, you forgot that."

Tsu shrugged. "I guess so. I still think they're similar somehow."

"But if Midoriya-san could get it under control, he'd have a very flashy quirk, like Bakugou-san or Todoroki-san."

Izuku hoped that flinch at the name was just his imagination.

Kaminari leaned over, slunk an arm around Kacchan's shoulders and smirked. "We all know Bakugou-san wouldn't make it as a pro. His personality is so… eh, off-putting!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Laughter echoed around the bus.

"Exactly," Tsuyu pointed out. Everyone laughed again.

The lack of fear, replaced with amicable teasing was startling, to say the least. It was a big change from middle school, and indeed his whole life, to see others teasing Kacchan, and Izuku wasn't quite sure he was ready for that change.

"Alright, quiet down," Shouta called from the front seat. "We've arrived."

The bus stopped with barely a bump. Shouta climbed out of his door to open the back up and the class began to get out, chattering excitedly.

They spread out in front of the enormous metal doors, which suddenly burst open.

"Hello, hero students!" A cheery voice called. Many people gasped when they realised just who was standing before them, Izuku included.

"This is the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, but I like to call it the USJ!" Thirteen spread their arms wide open. Another loud gasp rang around as they all peered inside the doorway.

"Like Universal Studios Japan," someone muttered at the back of the group, but Izuku ignored them

Uraraka leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Thirteen is my favourite hero!"

"They're really cool," he agreed.

"Come on inside, everyone."

Walking through the enormous double doors was like stepping into one of Tenko's video games. The domed glass ceiling framed the clear blue sky outside, warm from the sun shining brightly on the nice April day. Mountains — or perhaps volcanoes — stretched up to the glass. Calm opal waters drifted around the broken wooden ship. Too much detail to take on at once, and at the same time, Izuku felt like he could just drink it all up.

To top it off, a plaza was placed in the centre of the USJ, red slabs standing out against the dirt of the other sections and trees and shrubs swaying idly in the breeze from… the fans?

Not important.

Thirteen raised a hand in the air to quiet the muttering students, "Alright everyone. I have a few things to say before we start; one or two… maybe three… or four, or five." Quiet laughs made them giggle as they carried on. "You all know about my quirk: Black Hole. I specialise in rescue work, my quirk is good for that. But it could also be easily used to harm. Black Hole is volatile and extremely dangerous if you don't have good control on it, that's why I spent my time at school working on gaining a good understanding of my quirk. The same is true for all of you. The most so-called 'heroic' quirks could be used to kill, steal, commit other villainous acts. But you aren't villains. You will be wielding your powers, skills, for good."

Thirteen took a moment to let that sink in before they continued. "Today we're doing rescue training. You'll all be split up into groups of four…"

Izuku tuned the space hero out as soon as he felt some strange sensation tug at his quirk.

Familiar tugs at his quirk.

His eyes snapped up and immediately caught on a purple swirl of mist growing in the center of the plaza.

Wait a minute. What was Uncle Oboro doing here?

"Uh, Aizawa-sensei?" Someone cut across Thirteen. "What's that?"

Shouta raised a questioning eyebrow so Yaoyorozu pointed at the now-large portal behind him. He turned around, spotting the mist and paled.

Just as the rest of the class began to look for the 'thing' that had clearly startled Shouta, Tenko stepped out of the portal dressed in a long-sleeved black T-shirt and too small leggings. Severed hands and tubes connecting them covered his body. After him, dozens of villains came pouring out. Izuku counted at least a hundred at first glance. Taking up the rear was a monstrously sized creature that looked like someone's nightmare come to life. It stood stock still after Uncle Oboro's portal closed, the man himself next to Tenko at the front, purple mist covering his body while bright yellow eyes flashed out at them.

"Sensei?" Kirishima spoke up hesitantly. "Are those villains for us to fight against in the rescue training?"

"No," Shouta mumbled, then louder, "No. These are real villains, get back. Thirteen, protect the students. Someone try to contact UA."

They nodded. "Okay. Class, stay behind me."

Tenko stepped forward, raising his arms to the sky. "Students of UA, we've come to kill All Might. I don't suppose you NPCs know where he is." He waited. "No one? Oh well, perhaps if I kill some of you, he'll show up." With a grin, he beckoned some of the other villains towards him.

Shouta grabbed his capture scarf and stepped forward, and Izuku couldn't stop himself from shouting, "No!"

The black-haired hero turned to look at him, a silent plea not to intervene conveyed.

Then he was in the air, flying towards the villains with his capture weapon rising from his shoulders and stretching towards Tenko.

"There's no signal, I can't get through!" Kaminari shouted.

"Right. Everyone," Thirteen hurried. "Get out of here. I'll help Eraserhead but you all need to make it back-"

"I don't think so." Uncle Oboro, cloaked in purple mist, stood behind them, tall and imposing. "We can't have you alerting the heroes as to our presence, especially when we've worked so hard to keep them away."

Kacchan growled. "I'll kill you, fucker!"

He lunged forwards, hands already popping, but Uncle Oboro was faster. With just a small flick of his wrist, a portal opened in front of Kacchan, who couldn't stop himself from flying straight into it. Another flick and the rest of the class, minus Izuku, fell through portals under their feet.

Izuku was left gaping next to Thirteen. They quickly ushered Izuku behind them.

The yellow eyes narrowed and Thirteen was gone with a whoosh.

And suddenly, the mist dropped off of Uncle Oboro's body. The man smiled brightly, sky-blue hair moving back and forth.

"What are you doing here? Izuku hissed.

Uncle Oboro shrugged, smile still in place. "Tenko wanted to say hi. Asuka wanted to bring you lunch."

"Hey, Izu." Asuka waved, stepping out of yet another portal.

Izuku screamed. "What the ever-loving fuck are you doing in a UA heroics lesson?"

"Watch your language," Asuka reprimanded, Izuku nodded. "I have your lunch here, if you must know. I haven't seen you in so long and felt like I should do something special for you making it into your dream school."

A bento was pressed into his hand. Izuku looked up at his sister, famous tears beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes. Asuka was quick to notice, despite how he tried to shield his face.

"Hey now, none of that," Asuka ruffled his curls. "We're here, together. Yeah?"

"Mhm," he responded. Asuka bit her lip before pulling him into a tight hug.

"Yeah, Izuku?"

He swallowed, "Yeah."

"Good." Asuka pulled away to give him a soft pat on the cheek. "I love you. Stop by sometime soon; everyone misses you."

"I will," Izuku said. "Love you too, Asu-nee."

One last smile graced her face as she disappeared through the mist.

"You should visit soon," Uncle Oboro added. "Himi-chan and Touya were upset that you didn't get the chance to visit them after getting into UA."

Izuku nodded. "Yeah, I know.

The blue-haired man frowned as if remembering something, turning his face away. "You know, when Shouta told us over texts that you'd gotten in, we all thought he meant the analysis branch of Business Studies, not the Hero Course."

Izuku didn't like where this was going.

"So how did you get in anyway? You don't have any quirks other than All For One, and you don't use that in public. I'm assuming you got in quirkless?"

"Ah," Izuku sighed. He was going to have to explain. "I may have received a quirk from someone who wanted me to have it."

Uncle Oboro seemed intrigued, one eyebrow arching. "Oh?"

Izuku grimaced. "Would you believe me if I told you All Might offered his quirk to me?"

The man almost choked on air. "What the fu- you know what, never mind. I don't think I want to know."

Izuku giggled.

Uncle Oboro frowned at him. "Wait a minute… surely you don't mean to tell me you have One For All-"

"Shut up!" Izuku hissed, slapping a hand over his uncle's mouth. "Do you want to reveal that? Right now?"

"Hmgphm."

"Good!" Izuku released his hand, then let it drop down at his side. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Besides your lunch," Uncle Oboro smirked as his eyes flitted over to the plaza. "Tomura wanted to spar."

Izuku blinked. "Sorry, he invaded UA with over a hundred villains to fucking spar?

"Eh, pretty much."

He snorted. "Tomura is so dead when Aizawa-sensei catches him."

Uncle Oboro laughed; a deep, yet childish sound. "That's if Shouta catches him. Tomura is getting pretty good."

"Oh well," Izuku shrugged nonchalantly. "I better help then. Dad'll have your asses when he finds out."

Uncle Oboro paled dramatically, "Oh fuck."

Izuku grabbed his wrists. "Into the police van, filthy villain!"

"Yuppity-doodle," the older man mumbled, face still white even as mist began to cover him once again.

Yuppity-doodle?

Whatever. "You should go. Take Tomura and the BBBM with you."

"What's a BBBM?"

"Big Black Bird Monster," Izuku replied, turning his attention to the fight.

Shouta threw fast blows at Tomura who dodged them, stepping to the side every time a hand or leg got too close to him.

Tomura let out a mad cackle as Shouta's arm flew past his face. "Look at that, Eraserhead. I've improved!"

Shouta merely grunted at him.

"You might want to stop them, Zu," Uncle Oboro whispered, eyes not straying from the commotion.

Izuku hummed and gave the man a hug. "Bye."

He was given a small, quick smile and then he was alone.