"... Is it that good?"

"Mm! It's the best!"

Izuku happily scooped another unhealthy mouthful of the frozen, sweet concoction into his mouth while his father figure just watched in mild amusement at the child enjoying their well deserved treat.

"Welp, don't blame me if you get-"

"Aaaa! Owwww!"

"-And there it is."

A kid so high off their own enthusiasm for dessert left them at the mercy of their own hubris. An intense case of brain freeze helped pace the little boy from inhaling his dessert in a matter of seconds.

After a good natured chuckle and a pat on the head from his father-figure, Midoriya went back to enjoying his frosty dessert, albeit at a much more manageable pace.

"Nobody's taking that from you, kiddo. Relax."

The child relaxed quite a bit under the pretense that his dessert was safe from being pillaged from unwanted invaders. Happily munching away at his ice cream, both he and his father figure just kept enjoying the peaceful sunny day in peace.

Then something completely unexpected happened.

Izuku felt the first drop of rain hit the tip of his nose. He flinched involuntarily against the unexpected sensation.

"Oh, it's raining…"

It upset the child a little that his ideal day was now being ruined by the weather. However, he just looked up at the rapidly graying sight with a subtle sense of dread bubbling up from the bottom of his gut.

"Huh. I guess it is, kiddo."

Nakamura just stood up while stepping out from the coverage of the trees. While the adult was casually observing the dreary weather, Izuku kept wondering where the sudden shift in cloud coverage came from. Just a second ago it was perfectly bright and sunny.

Gradually, the drizzle quickly started to turn into a light downpour. Accompanying the increasing precipitation was Midoriya;s increasing sense of dread.

Something about this turn of events didn't sit right with the boy.

"I guess it's time for you to head back in, kiddo."

A troubling word in that sentence stuck out to the child.

"D-don't you mean 'us'?"

Haru pulled his hood over before reaching for something tucked into the back of his belt.

"No…"

To Izuku's horror, it was a small revolver.

"Just you."

It didn't matter how quickly he leapt for his father. It would always end the same for him.

BANG

Midoriya Estate

"NOOO!"

Izuku shot up from his sleep so fast that the sheets that stuck to his heavily perspiring chest still managed to come off his soaked body.

His breathing came out so labored as he tried his best to get his bearings as to where the hell he was. Just in time as well, considering he suddenly felt his last night's entertainment make its way back up the same way it came in. He clamped his right hand over his mouth as he leapt out of his tangled sheets towards the connected bathroom located to the left hand side of the sleeping arrangement.

Thankfully, Midoriya avoided making a mess of everything in his home; save for the inside of the porcelain bowl where it was meant to be made a mess. Violent retching and splashing could be heard from outside the bedroom itself, which alerted a very concerned spouse who arrived just then to check on her loving husband.

"Ikki, are you alright?"

Ochako had entered with a tray of hangover medication, sports drink, and a glass of water to help take said medication.

She quickly placed the tray onto the left bedside stand before knocking on the partially open door. All she could do was wait until her husband finally emptied his gut of the remaining undigested alcohol his body wanted to eject from the previous night.

A few minutes later, she could finally hear the telltale spits of bile into the filled toilet when one finishes voiding their insides the wrong way out.

"... Honey?"

Patiently, Ochaco waited until her spouse finally finished rinsing his mouth and came leaning into the doorframe after swinging the door open. Even after throwing up, the glistening sweat on his cut muscles still managed to make her heart flutter.

"Yeah, sorry. I was, uh, busy…"

"... I know."

Gentle fingertips lightly brushed the side of Izuku's pale face before cupping his lightly freckled cheek. Their eyes met in a loving gaze before he reached up and lightly pressed her palm into his own face. Despite the reassuring half smile he gave her, Ochaco knew better than to take her husband's attempts to hide his misery at face value. He was clearly battling something on the inside and still had no clue as to how long it would be before he could find a solution to his inner turmoil.

All she could do for him now was to let him know breakfast would be ready whenever he wanted to come downstairs and to remind him to take his medicine while hydrating. With that, she left him alone to let him pick up the pieces of himself.

Twenty Minutes Later

Izuku managed to take a quick shower and down his hangover medicine before changing into a black t-shirt and a loose pair of dark blue sweatpants. The shirt helped slim his already well shaped torso while the way his bottoms hung off his hips just had those peering at his casual attire even more curious as to what was underneath his loose fitted bottomwear.

The only people found within the large mansion-like estate were few and far between at the time being. Mina and Kyoka from the night before had already left for work about two hours before he woke up. Only four heroines and another one of Izuku's wives were even home.

Entering the kitchen, Izuku found one of the few women he cherished dearly diligently making a hot yet simple breakfast fresh from the stovetop for him to enjoy.

Her womanly figure has yet to lose any of its feminine charm over the years. Still she had a full hourglass curve to her frame with no signs of aging marring her still soft yet supple flesh. He sneakily tiptoed up to her and gently wrapped his arm around her waist before she could realize who it was that embraced her.

"Izuku! You startled me."

With a chuckle and a kiss to her right cheek, Midoriya let the older woman go and leaned back onto the kitchen island.

"Sorry, Mitsuki. I couldn't help myself."

Turning back to her now husband, the once single mother couldn't muster up any real anger and just gave the man a lopsided smile before returning to her task of breakfast.

"... How are you feeling now?"

Izuku just sheepishly scratched the back of his still slightly aching head.

"Better. The meds are still kicking in, but I drank fluids so I should be fine."

They then fell into a comfortable silence with nothing but the sounds of cooking filling the space between them. Taking a good look at her, the ensemble of a sleeveless turtleneck sweater with beige wool and a black skirt that reached just below her buttox tied her entire look so well with itself. Despite being a bit older, her legs were just as smooth and tight as a woman half her age could only desire. None of her beauty lost to the slow march of time.

Finally, breakfast was ready as both Izuku and Mitsuki both plated their meal and carried it out to the dining hall. Adjacent to the large kitchen was an even larger dining hall with tables set up in rows for the many inhabitants of the massive estate.

Picking out two spots at a nearby table, the couple quickly set their plates and dishes before saying grace and enjoying their first meal of the day. A simple spread of clam miso soup, rice, a side salad, pickled eggplants, and some pan cooked salmon would both be good for Izuku's hangover as well as provide some much needed energy for the day.

"Thanks again, Mitsuki. I know you must be starving by now-"

"Hey, none of that. Just eat the meal I worked hard on and save the apology for when you actually fuck up."

That cheeky smile of hers still managed to make his heart flutter after all these years. He still couldn't believe after all these years that he managed to gain this woman's trust and love from such a young age.

For the rest of their meal, they ate in comfortable silence and just enjoyed their time alone.

Several Minutes Later

Izuku finished washing the dishes after his late breakfast and placed all the cleaned dishware onto a drying rack. Mitsuki had to return to her office so she bid Izuku a short but sweet goodbye with a deep kiss before heading upstairs to her study. Since Midoriya had the day off he utilized the time to catch up on some reports he still had drafted. Becoming a hero had been his passion and wasn't something he could just turn off even on his off time.

Returning to his personal office on the first floor, Izuku swung open the double doors and approached the sizable wooden desk before turning on his PC and adjusting his leather desk chair to his ideal working height. After checking his messages and emails, Izuku got back to work and easily knocked out the tasks he had set up for himself.

Years of working as the world's number one hero afforded him enough practice to knock down reports like they were child's play.

One Hour Later

All his reports were finalized and uploaded to his work cloud for his office employees to review at a later date. His work was precise and warranted the respect of those who would even dare to question his abilities as a respected hero.

After finishing his integral work, all Izuku could do at the moment was stretch his arms over his head and stare at the ceiling. His mind drifted to random thoughts as he just emptied all of his thoughts without a care in the world. What brought him back to reality was a sudden notification on his computer that caught his attention. Just the sound of the alert alone told him who it was that was trying to contact him at the time.

His hidden server had pinged him of some recent activity regarding some information that he requested some weeks ago. A contact in the dark web had pinged him on his hidden notification system regarding his inquiry had Izuku begin his lengthy process of confirming the legitimacy of the claim.

Several minutes of logging through many security doors and data sweeps allowed him access to the inbox. He quickly read the message attached and went immediately to retrieve a blank usb stick in his drawer. Checking the inside of the plug, he sneakily confirmed that this was a secure memory stick for him to use based on the special mark he put into them after scrubbing each stick himself.

The files were downloaded and he logged out of the server as fast as he could in risk of somebody picking up on his activity.

Fortunately it was a day where his overkill security lent him the privacy he needed to work.

He grabbed his memory usb and approached one of the bookshelves to the left of his desk. Checking to see if the coast was clear, Midoriya pressed his thumb into the spine of a book for several seconds before taking a step back.

As soon as he stopped backing up was when several bright green lasers started to scan his entire body in order to confirm biometrics he was indeed Midoriya Izuku. They all stopped shortly after and the section of bookshelfing lowered itself into the floor. Inside a small elevator with just enough room for five or six people slid open its armored door for him.

Entering the cabin, Izuku just turned around as the doors keeping this secret elevator private to only him returned to their original states.

Underground

Descent into his bunker took no less than twenty seconds.

Izuku wanted there to be enough concrete and shielding from external detectors for this place to work. When it came to the internal aesthetic of his bunker, all Izuku wanted was for there to be enough lighting to comfortably see and keep the whole thing with a simple concrete look. He never wandered down here for anything pleasant and only remained when he needed to complete his research in absolute solace.

There was enough utility to keep him down here for the time he needed. A basic air filtration system and some utilities such as a bathroom and a sink were just enough for this place.

Midoriya made a beeline for the pc sitting on a desk facing the right side wall. Hitting the power button before plugging in his usb, the young man waited several seconds for his pc to come online. Quickly he opened the new device window and dragged over the files he obtained through his contacts. Sifting through all the documentation and images helped him to connect a few missing threads he had hoped to tie up from the last time he investigated several months ago.

First he sorted through the documents and placed them in their appropriate files before sorting out the photographs. Some implicated several theories he wanted to be a stretch while knocking out the possibilities of others that would have made his life much easier. The fact that the photographs were in Russia alone put the more dangerous theories he held as the leading facts in his investigation.

After flipping through the many photographs, the last in the bunch made Izuku's blood freeze. It was an image he could tell who it was in the slightly grainy photograph.

Pulling it free from the pile, he just kept staring at the person in the image whom he recognized as the one he held this entire investigation for. Even without being able to make out the image with a hundred percent clarity, the unmistakable gut wrenching feeling he got while looking at the person only pushed his suspicions into guarantee. All the data pointed to this being the very man who was now seen as the most dangerous disaster that humanity has come to know.

From behind Izuku, opposite of the wall that held his pin up board, was a glass case that contained the last thing his father ever gave him before he disappeared. It both disturbed and reminded Midoriya of his mission at hand as he placed the photograph up on the large world map with all the photos and documents all pinned up at different continents in different parts of the world.

As he was compiling all his information and placing it all in its appropriate location on his map, that same itching sensation on the back of his neck returned.

It felt as though the thing he kept in its container behind him was looking at him.

That thing was none other than the suit that Nakamura had given him before he disappeared. Despite all he went through, despite all the heartache and confusion; some part of Izuku kept the suit on full display as a reminder of his mission.

To bring back his father no matter what.

Whether in cuffs or a body bag.