Hello all, again. I'll be honest, a lot has changed. I've gotten out of one relationship and into another. I'm trying something else. Idk what I'm doing, lol. Just gonna write and see where it takes me.

Haneda Airport, 2300 local time, March 21st, 20XX

A tall man steps off a sleek, dark grey private jet. He's not dressed like the businessmen that usually step off these planes, confidently dressed in cargo pants and a hoodie, with broken in black combat boots. He's only carrying two bags, a backpack and a suitcase. The man strolls into the terminal, passing security with a nod. He keeps walking, entering a private lot for protected personal cars. Pulling keys out of his pocket, he presses the fob. An all black American Dodge Demon SRT 170 roars to life, the engine purring through a cold start. Opening the passenger door, the man sets his suitcase in the back and then his backpack in the front seat, then walking around the car, and sitting down in the drivers seat.

He pulls up to the gate at the lot exit, tapping an access card, making the metal pollards disappear into the ground, and the man eases the car out of exit. Driving slowly, he heads into Tokyo proper, not being able to even come close to opening up the engine as he crawls through traffic. Eventually making it to a tall skyscraper, he taps a new card on the entrance to a sunken parking garage. A barrier raises, and the man eases the car inside once again, parking in a designated spot. Stopping the car's engine, he retrieves his bags, and walks to the elevator. Pressing the 'PH' button, the man sits quietly, scrolling the news. The top news story is news to no one, considering it's a few days old. French President, dead from a heart attack. He died young, 56.

The elevator dings, and the man walks out into his multi-billion yen penthouse. Full of beautiful furniture, ebony wood, butcher's block countertops. As he sets his bags down, the man's black cat comes purring out of one of the side rooms, trotting up to him.

"Hi, girl. How've you been? Ms. Ino been taking good care of you?" The man's voice is soft, quiet. The cat merely purrs at him, rubbing her head against his leg. He reaches down and scoops the cat up, holding the three-year old molly cat in his left arm. Tapping his phone a few times, 100,000 yen leaves his back account and transfer to one of his downstairs neighbors accounts, an older Widow by the name of Ms. Ino, at the click of a button. She was a nice woman, who always offered to take care of Sumi when he was away on business trips.

Speaking of which. The man dialed a number on his phone, and the phone rang once, then was picked up. as per protocol.

"Completed?"

"Yes."

"Next?"

"Delay."

"Length?"

"7."

"Reason?"

"Rest"

"Insufficient. Provide details."

"6 jobs in 3 weeks. Overworked. Request Rest."

A pause, barely 10 seconds.

"Approved. 7 rest granted. Report check in is 29 March. Have a good week." And the man hangs up the phone, sighs, rubbing his head. It was true. 6 jobs in three weeks was a truly brutal schedule, all in all. He had missed Sumi, and his penthouse, and the chance to just not be traveling. He walked behind the island in the penthouse, and opened a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of American Rye Whiskey, pouring himself a drink and adding two ice cubes, then going and sitting on his plush leather couch, opening his phone once again, going over financial records. From the six jobs, he had received a little over 1.5 billion yen. At current going rate, around 10 million USD. More than enough. Sumi curled up next to him, as the man ran his hand over her back. It was covered in marks and scars, much like the rest of his battered, tattooed, 22 year old body. He took a sip of the whiskey, which was warming, if nothing else. Running a hand over his short cropped green hair, the man kept sipping on his drink.

He breathed a tired sigh, Sumi curling up in his lap as the man just sat there, letting the comfort of home wash over him. The vague smell of bourbon and sage. The smell of soft leather, of hard nights spent on the couch with a laptop. The literal blood, sweat, and tears that been spilled on the ground here. He was okay with it.

After finishing his drink, and picking up Sumi, plopping her down on his king sized bed, the man showered, changing into nothing more than a pair of sweats and a torn-up old shirt. Flopping back onto his plush mattress, the man breathes a deep sigh, and lets exhaustion wash over his body, taking him into a deep sleep.

KRRSSSCHHH

The man shoots out of bed, his body running on vicious adrenaline and cortisol. Glass on the ground. He can hear a struggle. Shaking sleep from his eyes, the man scrambles, grabbing a custom-fitted 9mm pistol from his bedside, and kicks his bedroom door open, and nearly gets a face-full of steel rod for his troubles. Whipping his head to the side, the man levels his pistol at the chaos in front of him.

A muscular pink woman dressed in a pro-hero costume is body slamming a much larger man into his floor, the larger man's skull bouncing off the wooden flooring, then going limp, unconscious.

"And stay down!" The woman crows, as the man blinks confusedly at the scene, still trying to process everything.

"Good job, Pinky! We needed...sir, put the gun down." A new voice joins the fray, a dual-colored hair man, who the green-haired man recognized as FreezerBurn, the current number 3 pro hero. He was known to be very very cold, but effective, and awkwardly funny.

"You're in my home. I was asleep. Excuse me for being a bit cautious." The green-haired man answers, lowering his pistol.

"...No need to draw a firearm when you have a quirk." FreezerBurn notes, and the green-haired man lazily meets his eyes.

"I have a useless quirk. Not combat effective." The words rolls calmly off his tongue, as the pistol gets put on safe and tucked in his waistband.

"...Hm. Is anyone else in the home?" Freezerburn asks, and the green-haired man shakes his head

"Just my cat, Sumi." He replies, heading into the bedroom. Quickly peeking in his closet, the poor terrified molly was in her favorite spot, under his hanging hamper, but okay. Closing his closet door, the man asses the damage to his apartment. A broken window, a steel beam thrown through through the backboard of his bed, his floor cracked. Not terrible.

"Oh, poor baby. Is she okay?" The pink woman asks, her tone genuinely concerned. The green-haired man studies her for a minute. A short, lithe, muscular women with bright pink skin and hair to match. Her face was a bit rounded, with a prominent discoloration scar over the right side of her face, but her eyes...black sclera, gold irises. They shone like jewelry, and the green-haired man had to clear his head quickly before responding

"Uhm, yes. She's scared and hiding, but fine."

"Oh, uhm, I am sorry about the...well, this." The woman says, sheepishly gesturing at the destruction.

"It's fine. It's just repairs. The money isn't an issue." The man shrugs.

As it turns out, the world has a sick sense of humor.

"FREEZERBURN!" A voice roars, and something out of a warzone slams into the hero, driving him through the guest bedroom wall, sending water spraying everywhere, as the green-haired man rips out his pistol again.

"SIR, GET BACK!" The pink haired shouts, stepping between him and this new villain. Who is throw across his apartment again, slamming into his island. The man is a large, steel-skinned man with spikes covering his whole body

"I'MMA KILL YOU! YOU AND THIS PINK BITCH!" The man shouts, but before he can make another, the man is frozen up to his neck in dark blue ice.

"Shut. Up." Freezerburn says, as the green haired man sigh, studying the new destruction. Water leaking from the pipe in the wall, destroyed island, a different broken window.

"...Uhhh...sorry?" The pink woman says, even more sheepishly, as the green-haired man sighs.

"It's okay. I'll repair it. Ain't that big a deal." He sighs, putting his gun away again.

"R-right...Todoroki, how do we get these guys down?" The woman asks FreezerBurn, using his real name, oddly.

"...Elevator?" FreezerBurn shrugs, and the green-haired man walks to the elevator, and presses the down button.

"You get one trip. You don't the key." The man notes, and both heroes nod, picking up their respective, now bound villains.

"We'll send over insurance information for repairs." FreezerBurn says

"Don't worry about it. I have enough money to cover."

"Call it a courtesy. We'll need a name." He says, as the elevator begins to close.

"Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya." The green-haired man says, and the door closes

"...Why does that name sound familiar?" The pink woman asks Todoroki, her friend and one of her current bosses

"...I'm not quite sure, Ashido. But it does sound familiar."

"God, I feel so bad. We trashed his place. And scared his poor cat. Poor baby. I know she's just so scared." Ashido pouts, her face turning into a soft frown

"It seems he has more than enough money to not be worried about it. He seemed more annoyed than angry at the damage." Todoroki notes, and Mina huffs

"I mean, yeah, but still. It sucks. Probably gonna have to have a temporary living situation." She notes, as the doors to the lobby open, and the two pro heroes drag their respective villains to the awaiting armored truck.

"Definitely. Any injuries groundside?" Todoroki asks an officer, who shakes his head

"Nothing major fell from the building. Some glass fell, but it's been cleaned. All other members of the gang were arrested, and being taken into custody." The officer replies, as the two villains are cuffed.

"Thank you officer."

"No, thank you two."

"Freezerburn! Pinky! Care to comment on the gang's rampage?" A group of reports swarm the two pro heroes.

"I'll comment. Pinky, go to reception. Deal with the insurance." Todoroki says, nodding softly, and Ashido nods, and jogs back inside the building.

"Hey, uhm, can I give you some insurance information regarding the damage to the building?"

"Yes Ma'am. Can I have the name of the damaged unit's resident?"

"Midoriya." The receptionist pauses at the name, blinks, and then looks up at her

"The penthouse, right?"

"Uhm, yes ma'am."

"Oh boy. Did he want the insurance?"

"No, actually, not at all. He tried to refuse it." Ashido merely shrugs.

"Okay. Can I please have the name of the agency as well as your name?"

"Mina Ashido, GC Hero Agency." Ashido says, and the receptionist blink

"Ms. Ashido...didn't you just get approved for a lease in this building?" The receptionist asks, and the 4th year Pro Hero blinks.

"...Wait, is this the Nikko Luxury Apartment building?" Ashido asks, her voice weak, and the receptionist nods.

"Did you not notice?"

"I had only seen it from the ground before! Oh, dammit. I'm gonna be neighbors with him? Oh, I feel so bad."

"Don't be. Mr. Midoriya may seem really cold, but he's a nice man. Always very polite. He definitely understands hard work and that heroes don't control everything. When is your move in date?"

"...Tonight."

"Well, he usually gives out a house-warming gift of some kind, so you can apologize then." The receptionist says, and Ashido sets her head down on the counter, groaning in embarrassment.

"I'm gonna die."

"You'll be okay, Ma'am. I'll tell him the insurance will come through."

"Thank you. I'll see you later, I suppose." Ashido groans, lifting her head.

"See you later, ma'am. Be safe."

"So, what does repairs look like?" Izuku asks, as the contractor looked around. He had called a local quick repair company that specialized in villain and hero damage, and had been given permission to use certain quirks to make repairs. They had shown up not 45 minutes after he had called.

"Should be...three days or so. We can get it back to livable by end of day. It's just patching that outer wall and the glass, as well sealing and replacing that pipe. Good thing you shut off the water quick. If you wanna grab some clothes and a go bag, we can the unit at least livable by 7pm."

"Cost?"

"Rough estimate? 6 milllion yen."

"All up front?"

"Half up front, half on completion."

"4 million up front should cover any additional cost?"

"Likely."

"I can give those funds now."

"I'd appreciate it." The contractor says, and Izuku nods, and quickly send over the money over to the contractor, before moving towards his bedroom. Grabbing one of his go bags, he grabs that, as well as Sumi and some stuff for her, before nodding to the contractor, and leaving him a copy of his keycard. Hopping into the elevator, he heads down one floor, and walks out into one of the larger sets of apartments, and knocks on apartment 1522. The door opens after a few seconds.

"Oh, what brings you here, young man? I heard the commotion going on upstairs. A villain attack, right?"

"Yeah. I have contractors up there now." Izuku responds to Ms. Ino's question, as Sumi purrs in his arm

"Ohhhh. Do you need someone to watch Sumi?"

"Yeah, I have a few things to do. So if don't mind, could you plea-"

"Oh, of course, sweetie. And if you need a place to sleep, my space room is always open." Ms. Ino smiles, patting his arm, as Sumi jumps out of his arms, rubbing up to Ms. Ino's leg as Izuku hands her food and a few toys. Ms. Ino, smiling, waves him off, as she closes the door, leaving him in the hallway. Figuring he had nothing better to do, Izuku went back into the elevator, and pressed the button for the garage. Scrolling through his phone again, he read a few messages from work groupchats, and then a familiar message popped up

BKG: You good, nerd?

IZK: Alive, why?

BKG: I saw the news. Your building got hit.

IZK: I know. They got my place

BKG: Fuckin shit, man. How bad?

IZK: Nobody got hurt. Sumi is okay. My placed got trashed. Got contractors working on it now.

BKG: So you're back in country?

IZK: Landed last night. 6 jobs in 3 weeks.

BKG: Well damn. They pay good?

IZK: They always do. How's heroing?

Izuku stepped out of the elevator, walking towards his SRT 170. He throws his go bag in the back, and pulls another bag, his gym bag, out of the trunk, tossing it in his front seat.

BKG: It's going. My class's agency is going good. How's contracting going?

Izuku twisted his lips, but typed out an answer. He didn't love lying about it, but it was needed

IZK: Good. They're fair. And I got a week off, so.

BKG: A week for three on? Seems like BS to me.

IZK: It is what it is.

BKG: Damn straight it is. So whaddya doing with no ability to stay at your pad?

IZK: Gym and food. After that, no clue.

BKG: You got a place to crash?

IZK: Not rn, but I know you have your girl, so I ain't gonna crash at yours

BKG: It'd be fine.

IZK: If you're as bad as I remember from U.A., then hell no. I ain't listening to that all night.

BKG: Fine. Use your money and pay for a hotel, see if I give a shit.

IZK: Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to you later. Gotta go hit legs.

Starting the engine, the SRT 170 roars in the garage, and Izuku moves the boat of a vehicle out to a local gym. He kept his long sleeve shirt on. Tattoos in Japanese gyms were most certainly frowned upon. Grabbing his bag, he heads in, turning off his brain for a good minute. Tapping his ID card, Izuku head over to the 'unenhanced' section. Just a regular gym, no ultra-heavy modified equipment.

He went through a workout of some kind, he genuinely wasn't sure. He just turned his brain off and let his body move the weights. By the time he was done, he was soaked in sweat, and his legs were weak. Stumbling to the locker room, Izuku picked a private corner, and peeled off his shirt. It revealed 4 distinct tattoos. A sleeve of an angel on his left arm, a sleeve of a demon on his right, an Orthodox Christian Cross on his back, and a set of tally marks covering his left pec. He needed to update that. Slipping on a new, loose-fitting shirt, he slowly got dressed, changing into loose sweats.

"You Yakuza?"

"Yakuza was demolished over 6 years ago." Izuku responded, looking up at the older, likely middle-aged man, glaring down at him.

"Are. You. Yakuza?" The man repeats, and Izuku merely rises to his feet, towering over the much smaller man, who, to his credit, stands his ground

"No."

"Why do you look like it then?"

"I spent time in America. Got those tattoos. You got a problem?"

"Maybe I'll call a hero."

"Call 'em. Ink is legal."

"Carrying a firearm isn't."

"It is if you have JDF experience."

"I'm calling the heroes."

"Do it. I'll be long gone before you can get through to an agency, old timer." Izuku snarks back, rolling his eyes and walking out to his car. He starts the engine, and peels out of the lot. Driving to a small local ramen shop, he parks his car in the street, barely squeezing it in a spot.

Hopping out of the car, he walks right to bar, since it was empty. Izuku liked this little spot. It was out of the way, but served really good pork katsu, which he ahd been craving for days.

"Ahhh, Midoriya-san! How're you today? Your usual?"

"Ahh, could be better." Izuku smiles at the man who runs the stand, Mr. Jinza, an elderly man with a wide grin and kind eyes.

"Mmmm. Not a good day?"

"Woke up to a villain bursting into my place. Broke my window, my kitchen got wrecked, and ai had two walls broken in the fight. But nobody got seriously hurt. And yeah, my usual." Izuku says, and Mr. Jinza nods

"Can you afford to pay it?"

"I can. I have guys working on it now." Speaking of which, Izuku thought, he checked his phone. A missed call, and a message.

"Well, shit."

"Something wrong?"

"Apartment won't be livable for at least 3 days."

"Let me guess, it was supposed to be done today?"

"Yeah. They ran into issues with the water pipes."

"Hm. Do you have a place to stay?"

"I should. My neighbor said I could crash in her spare room if needed."

"Mhm. I see. Is she nice?"

"She is."

"Mmm. Maybe it shall turn into something more."

"She's 3 times my age. So unlikely."

"Mmm. I suppose so."

"'Night Momo! 'Night Ochaco! I'm going to my new place!"

"Oh, no no no no no no no. We're gonna help you! Lord knows you have so many clothes!" Ochaco calls, running up and waving her hands back and forth.

"No, I got it, I promi-"

"Nope! Adventure to come see Mina's new place!" Ochaco shouts, grabbing Mina's arm and shaking her.

10 minutes later, the three women were piled into a small moving truck with Momo driving, having the least worst record of the three.

"Okay, so what's the rent?"

"Year long lease, 750k yen a month."

"Jeeezus. How nice is this place?"

"Included gym, restaurant, elevator, in-unit washing machine, brand new everything. You'll see. I really like it. Oh, turn in here. There's a freight elevator." Mina says, tapping Momo's shoulder.

They pull up to the side entrance, and after a quick call, the freight elevator comes down with an attendant inside.

After the three woman load all of Mina's clothes, personal workout equipment, and 'Heroing Shit' as Bakugo was fond of saying, into the freight elevator, they went up to the top non penthouse floor, and after a few trips, and Momo dropping the truck off, the three women began to help Mina unpack.

"Okay, so, what're you gonna do with the spare bedroom?" Ochaco asks, looking at the spare room currently filled with boxes and random stuff. They had gotten all of Mina's furniture, clothes, and hero stuff unpacked, with Momo and Mina currently packing away some of Mina's dishes

"I really don't know. Might just leave it as storage until I figure it out. Is that everything?"

"For the most part. Do you want to go throw away the empty boxes?" Momo asks, and Mina shrugs

"Fine by me. I ain't got any need for 'em." She says, and Ochaco claps her hands

"I'll take a few! But I'll help throw away the rest. I'll float a bunch of em, and we can just push 'em along!" Ochaco says, moving into the room with boxes. After what seems like only 10 minutes, the dozens of boxes are broken down and floating two feet or so off the floor.

"I got the door." Mina calls, going and opening her door, making sure her keycard was in her pocket. Stepping out in the hallway, she slams into a wall, bouncing off it, nearly falling

"Oh. Are you okay?"

Mina froze. That voice sounded familiar.

"...Penthouse guy?" Mina asked, half under her breath, as she turned to the man in front of her

She had forgotten how tall he was. Mina wasn't tall to begin with, at 5'4", but this man towered over her. Even Momo, who had stepped out next to Mina, was dwarfed by the size of the man. He was broad, but not huge, like Shoji or Sato. She reminded him of a taller Todoroki by stature and frame. Lean, but clearly muscled.

His short-green, buzzed hair was the same as this morning, but his clothes, instead of being sweatpants, was a white long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled, and black slacks, with black leather shoes. His piercing green eyes met hers with ease, his head tilted a little bit. What it also revealed, in a split second, was the intricate tattoos on his arms, rolling down to just above his wrists.

"Yes. Penthouse guy. I didn't expect to see you here again. Another villain attack?" The man rumbles, studying the other two women, who are giving Mina confused looks

"Uhhh, no. I moved in."

"Oh. I see. Well then, for the time being, it seems we'll be neighbors." The man, Midoriya, that was his name, says, gesturing over his shoulder at another apartment unit.

"Is your place not fixed yet?"

"No. They were some complications with the plumbing." Midoriya answers, sighing

"Oh. That sucks. You know we'll help pay for that, right?"

"Trust me, money is no object for me. I don't need the insurance."

"What do you do to make enough money to pay for a penthouse at your age?" Momo asks, the question seeming mostly unintentional, based on the way she covered her mouth.

"Contracting."

"Like, construction?" Ochaco asks, confused, and Midoriya shook his head

"Not now. I used to be, but now I work finance."

"...And you own guns?" Mina asks, remembering how she met the man, his pistol drawn and pointed at the villain.

"I was in the JDF for three years out of high school."

"And how old are you now?"

"22. Almost 23, really."

"So you're our age?" Momo notes, and Midoriya shrugs

"I suppose so."

"You make good money, then." Momo notes, and Midoriya tilts his head

"You're one to talk, Yaoyorozu Heiress."

Momo blinks at the blunt statement, and Ochaco gives the man an odd look

"How did you know that?" Ochaco asks, and Midoriya shrugs

"The last name is a dead giveaway. I remember the news from the war."

"Hm. Well, how long until your apartment is fixed?'

"Liveable, three days. Completely fixed? A week and a half." Midoriya answers Mina's question

"So...you're staying in there?" Momo asks, pointing to another apartment, 1522.

"Yeah. The older widow who lives there catsits for me, and I have her spare room until I can move back into my place."

"Oh...so...see you around, neighbor?" Mina asks, and Midoriya nods, before walking back to his temporary room. The door closes, and Mina keep staring.

"So...that's who's apatrment you wrecked?"

"OCHACO!"

"That the new neighbor?" Ms. Ino asks, as Izuku sits down next to her at the table, where she's having some tea

"Yes. Ms. Ashido. She's a pro hero."

"I thought you didn't like them?"

"I don't like many of them. I don't mind that class."

"Mhm. Your friend?"

"My friend."

"So. Is she single?"

"I'm not sure. And it's not my place to say."

"And if she was?"

"None of your business, you know."

"Mmmmhm. I've never seen you date anyone, you know."

"There's a reason for that."

"Right. Your past. And job."

"I travel a lot."

"Right. Well, you never know. Love may find a way into your life."

"Huh. We'll see."