Izuku sighed as he walked through the door of the guest rooms in one of the Vespa compounds and collapsed on the bed.
The soft white sheets and blankets smelling of fresh lavender and citrus, the scent easing his nerves somewhat though he still balled up parts of the sheets in his hands as thoughts of what happened earlier.
His stomach flipping and twisting as he recalled how shaken Yagi looked.
Izuku bit his lip rolling over to stare at the ceiling above him blankly.
He couldn't quite put his finger on the exact reason why, but to have Yagi break down in such a way over something most people would brush off... something about it unsettled him.
Yagi was human so it was only natural that he'd have problems, personal hang ups that would make him break down, especially after so many years of being a hero.
But no matter how much he tried to rationalize it, Izuku could not quiet the unease that came from thinking of Yagi's reaction to him defending Yagi's discomfort over quirk use on himself.
Honestly the only reason he could think of for this odd feeling was his previous admiration for All Might.
It was probably to be expected.
Izuku for all he was disenchanted with the man now, he once was basically Izuku's world.
Most of his life spent trailing after the man in a vain attempt to become a hero just like him that saved people.
He sighed rolling over to lay on his side, feeling a bit abashed over his last thought.
Because while it hurt to admit to himself, he hadn't tried his hardest when he tried to be a hero years ago.
The most he had done to 'train' himself was research on whatever hero or any other person's quirk that caught his eye at the time.
Though there wasn't much he couldn't do for himself physically given the state of his body and his TBI making his thought process so disjointed that he couldn't even think of a different way to go about it.
Izuku still frowned, thinking about time in his life was... odd.
Mainly, he had trouble understanding his actions during that time.
Not the hiding that he was bullied or his... bathtub accident, that he understood very well why he didn't tell anyone about that.
But when it came to the smaller things, like the details in his old notebooks on certain quirks, had him staring at the pages with confusion at his own writing.
At least he did when he could read the pages, the TBI had really made his handwriting look like some kind of code of squiggles.
Really, Izuku wasn't sure he could recognize himself if he sat down with his old self.
Izuku blinked, his brow furrowing.
Why was he thinking about that? He had more important things to focus on than how much he's changed over the years.
Like, like... like the quirk analysis he still needed to do on the quirks of each of the past users and their families.
Standing up Izuku walked over to the little desk and pulled the files Torino-San had given him, laying them out on the table to start on his own research.
Moving them around until he found Youchi and All For One's family folder, he cracked the folder open and was ready to start looking through the information, only to pause when he saw a pair of photos attached.
Izuku couldn't help staring at one of them.
His mouth opening and closing, blinking more than a few times and Izuku was tempted to rub his eyes since he was having trouble believing his eyes for a moment.
The picture in question was one of a young Youchi, maybe eight or ten.
Youchi's face had a touch of baby fat still, and his skin was a bit paler than the average person's but on each cheek was four faded black freckles, green eyes shining brightly despite the bags starting to develop under them.
A bit of poof to his white hair making it curl in a few spots, and in his hands a pre-quirk comic book with a bow on it, which was probably why Youchi looked so happy in the picture.
There wasn't anything inherently wrong with the picture, the most damning thing about it was how he could see Youchi was showing signs of quirk rejection on his body.
But it was Youchi's face that sent him reeling.
Cause Izuku had seen his mom's photo album before, had helped her remake it more than once in fact, so he knew what he looked like when he was younger.
And Youchi looked so much like him, he only needed green hair and Izuku would wonder if he had a brother he didn't recall for whatever reason.
Izuku gently closed the file and pressing his hands together and then against his face, taking a moment to process this... coincidence.
Honestly, if Izuku wasn't one-hundred percent certain that Midoriya Hisashi was a real person working over in America right now he'd be seriously questioning if All For One was somehow his father.
*But I've never met anyone on dad's side of the family before now though... * Izuku thought doomingly.
Quickly Izuku grabbed his phone and opened his chat with Kurogiri.
[Kurogiri]
[Deku: Kurogiri, I don't know if you know anything about this, but do you know if All For One ever had kids? Like for an experiment or to get a better version of his quirk?]
Izuku bit his lip as he waited for a response, the idea of actually being related to All For One making him worried to a frankly upsetting degree.
[Kurogiri]
[Kurogiri: Oboro would like me to inform you that the cursed idea of Sensei 'having game' is entirely your fault.]
[Kurogiri: But to answer your question, as far as I'm aware Sensei does not have any children, neither he nor the doctor have mentioned any, though I cannot say for certain if he is truly childless.]
Izuku sighed, he probably should of expected as much, and he sent a quick 'thank you and sorry Oboro' back with a string of pictures from his farm of the sheep, that was usually some good eye-bleach for most people.
[Kurogiri]
[Kurogiri: Oboro said that he appreciated the sheep pictures and would like more if possible.]
[Deku: Not a problem, great he loves them :D I'll send more in a minute or two.]
Izuku sent them a link to his sheep folder, it was up to the three-hundreds so there would be plenty for the two of them to enjoy.
But he unfortunately couldn't stop himself from the new worry of having somehow being related to All For One, because he really wasn't sure what he'd do if he was.
Be... sad or something, horrified maybe?
How was someone supposed to deal with or feel about being related to an ancient evil overlord that may or may not know you are family and wanted you dead for what you were born being regardless?
Izuku let his head hit the desk with a groan.
Seriously? Just what had his life become where that was a genuine question, he'd need an answer for?
His biggest worry years ago was passing English, and now he was juggling multiple evil organizations and had All For One breathing down his neck.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair and turned back to the files.
Thankfully having no other major reveals that had him questioning his bloodline, and as he read through the files, he made sure to keep details in one of his notebooks.
Keeping the electrocytes safe and healthy would be very important so he'd need to add a larger increase of sodium and an ATP supplement, especially with so many of the quirks being energy-based.
He'd need to ask Hikage some questions about his headaches to narrow down what type of headaches he was having to help medicate them the right way.
And he'd personally thank En for giving such detailed notes on his own quirk.
En's quirk like a few other smoke producing quirks, such as Kayama-San's, were a more advanced evolutionary defense that was most famously known from the skunk.
There were millions of tiny glands all over the skin that would 'rub' together and depending on the oils, chemicals or minerals the person sweated out, produce all sorts of results.
Katsuki and Uncle Masachan also had quirks in this vein of evolution, the glands in their skin causing the friction needed to create the explosions both created with their quirks, the ones on their hands being the strongest/easiest to manipulate.
Which was another reason Izuku was so, SO thankful for En's documentation of his quirk, because without being able to take a sample of En's sweat he'd need to rely on what the smoke was like to figure out what it's makeup was.
There would only be so many compounds that could make purple, non-scented smoke that didn't irritate the skin or the eyes and was less stable in humidity or aquaphobic.
Izuku could spare some money to the Vespas to research the makeup of smokescreen, take a few samples for En to tell him which was closest to his and then add that smokes ingredients to the diet plan as well.
En had not mentioned any drawbacks from overuse, the normal skin irritation from the glands being overworked aside, but he also admitted that his quirk wasn't used as much as the others, both when he was alive nor by Nana.
So Izuku couldn't rule out any negative side-effects of overuse with smokescreen just yet and he'd rather not risk the health of the future wielder.
Which from the current state of things, was looking more and more like that the ninth wielder was going to be either Amajiki-San or Hado-San unless someone else was found in the following month.
Something that Izuku had to admit would likely take more than a miracle to happen.
It wasn't like a two-toes in their twenties, healthy as a horse and the desire to be a hero was going to magically drop out of the sky and wander on into their lives after all.
Izuku drummed his fingers on the desk, a habit he'd picked up from Nezu-San and found to be as helpful as Nezu-San said it was.
Izuku however found himself re-considering his previous denial to take on Inheritance himself, he was still firmly against taking the quirk, there would be no way he would be able to keep up his work and stay healthy with the extra quirks to care for.
But Izuku equally felt horrid for all but forcing either Hado-San or Amajiki-San to take on such a burden onto their shoulders, even if they could share it with himself and their friends.
Izuku was glad at least someone in the group had thought of the kids mental support and their need for their peers support specifically.
He agreed whole-heartedly with the idea and cursed himself for not thinking about it earlier.
Izuku personally knew just how much your peers affected someone's mental health, he was technically in a much better place mentally since gaining his own friends and being friendly with his students his age.
The knock at his door brought him out of his thoughts and he called out "Who is it?"
"Just me Deku, mind if I come in? I got some info you'd want to see." Elmo-San asked through the door, Izuku couldn't help perking up.
Izuku hadn't seen Elmo since the festival and would be happy to see him again.
"Sure! Come on in Elmo-San." Izuku chirped back standing up to welcome Elmo-San inside.
Opening the door, Elmo walked in and closed the door before slumping against it with a deep sigh, his ears folded down showing just how tired he was.
Izuku, having been in the same position himself a lot of times before, gave Elmo-San a sad smile and offered one of his veggie snacks.
"Tough day?" Izuku guessed and Elmo-San groaned in reply.
"I would say you'd have no idea how stressful all of this management shit is... but you of all people probably know better than I do." Elmo-San grumbled, taking the carrot chips and sat down on Izuku's bed for the night.
Izuku merely nodded and sat beside Elmo-San.
"Kid, I have no idea how you're not dead or collapsing from sleep deprivation, I've only been training to take over the family for a couple of days and there is so much crap I have to keep track of now." Elmo-San ranted his hands waving slightly.
"I do have Riya and Mido too as well to help me." Izuku pointed out making Elmo-San scoff, the young man slapping his shoulder and causing Izuku to chuckle.
"Why the hell did Gramps have to pick me to run the family? I ain't book smart like my older sister or street smart like Raijin, I've been out of the family's main businesses and went to college so why would I be the first choice?" Elmo-San complained crossing his arms, his ears folded back from his upset and nose crinkled.
Izuku huffed raising an eye "Would you really trust Raijin of all people to keep track of the family books? Or meetings with the rest of the Vespa families?" Izuku asked.
Elmo-San glared back at him, rearing one of his legs up to kick Izuku very lightly with his foot, something that was much more difficult with the traditional robes he'd been wearing since he was announced as the next head of the family.
"Don't say stuff that makes this shit make sense." Elmo-San hissed at him.
Izuku smiled back at him "You'll do fine Elmo-San, just takes a couple of years to settle into your new role." Izuku promised him.
Elmo-San groaned face-palming.
"I know, I know but I can still call shit like I see it. And anyways I didn't come here to bug you with my crap." Elmo-San told him, settling back down to sit upright.
"You want to free Takami and break Tsutsumi out of the hell-hole, right?" Elmo-San brought up, Izuku nodded.
"Well, what if we could get you to a one-on-one talk with Tsutsumi? It'd help to have her in on the plans, right?" Elmo-San inquired.
"How would you do that? Everyone is monitoring her every move and there's no way you could sneak me into Tartarus." Izuku questioned in response.
"As you know I've been talking with the other families a lot, and one of the guys' from the Caribbean has a quirk called: Dream-Hopper, wanna guess what it does?" Elmo-San asked, a brow raised in amusement.
Izuku's eyes widen.
"A Dream-Walker quirk?" Izuku whispered shocked.
Dream-Walker quirks were very rare, the series of genes to allow someone to enter another person's dream was a mix that didn't show up often and those people were almost always related to each other in some way.
"Yep," Elmo-San confirmed popping the 'p' "All he needs to 'connect' someone is some DNA from the person you want to talk with." Elmo-San explained with a smug grin.
"But how would we get her DNA?" Izuku questioned, there wasn't any good DNA samples from before she went away, and getting some from her now would be near impossible.
"You let me, and your Snow-daddy worry about that, Kid." Elmo-San told him with a smirk.
Izuku groaned, burying his head in his hands.
"Please Elmo-San, for all that is holy, stop calling Юрий-сан that." Izuku begged, his face bright red from his embarrassment.
"Why not? Yuri's practically your sugar-" Izuku did not let Elmo-San finish his sentence and whacked him with a pillow so that he wouldn't finish, he would not be able to handle the embarrassment.
"Юрий-сан is not my sugar-daddy!" Izuku choked out, voice cracking from puberty not being so kind to him in that moment.
Elmo-San laughed pushing the pillow off of him, one brow quirked.
"So, Yuri ain't bankrolling you?" Elmo-San questioned with a smirk, holding Izuku's only ammunition.
"Shut up!" Izuku spat back defensively, crossing his arms before grabbing his bag and storming out to go get ready for bed at one of the bathrooms around the compound.
Yuri:...
Izuku: ಠ╭╮ಠ
Yuri: I mean if you want to call me father-
Izuku *Visible confusion*
Izuku: W-wait, that's illegal!
Yuri: Why? Are you not allowed to be loved?
Izuku *Flustered sputtering*