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Izuku woke up with his cheek pressed into a metal floor. A coppery reek filled his nose. His jacket was soaked in blood—none of it his own. He sat up. Four white walls encased him. The air felt cold.
Yuuto rushed over. “Izuku! How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere?” His hands hovered, afraid to jostle any injury.
“My head hurts a little from the gas. I’m not injured.” It was mostly true. He felt a few bruises, nothing more. “How are you?”
Yuuto sniffled. “You shouldn’t worry about me. I was supposed to look after you, and I let you get captured. Big brother is going to kill me.”
Izuku winced. “It’s not your fault the mansion got attacked.” It’s mine. His plan had been a desperate gamble due to his lack of other resources, and it had failed. Exactly how bad the situation had gotten remained to be seen. If only he’d never dragged Yuuto into this.
Yuuto rubbed his eyes. “On second thought, this is all my brother’s fault. If he hadn’t taken my knives, I bet I could have defeated them all.”
Izuku’s hand instinctively went to his shoe. Of course, his knife was gone.
“If I’d had even one explosive—” Yuuto’s words were cut off by a noise over the loudspeaker.
“Do you require any medical treatment?” The voice was computer-generated and anonymous.
The lack of faces was a good sign. It meant their captors might be negotiating with All for One to return the hostages. (Well, for a given value of “good” since Izuku didn’t want to end up back in his father’s hands. He just didn’t want to die either.)
At the same time, Izuku and Yuuto said, “I’m fine.”
The voice paused. This response clearly hadn’t been expected. After a moment, the voice said, “Medical supplies will be traded in exchange for answering questions about All for One’s activities. Do you have information on which members of the Diet have accepted his bribes?”
“We just said we were fine,” Yuuto said.
Izuku added, “We’re kids. We don’t know anything.” He nudged his uncle. “Why are they asking about political matters? Weren’t we kidnapped by human traffickers?” Otherwise, why else had they targeted an innocent girl passing by?
“They’re the same thing,” Yuuto said. “Big brother told me there’s a huge network of traffickers sponsored by the government. They carry out dirty work in exchange for government protection. Any metahuman in sight could be grabbed by them. But we don’t have powers, so they must have targeted us for our connection to big brother.”
Izuku groaned and slumped down against the wall. That had been his mistake. So much for hoping the government would have moral limitations. There precisely lay his problem—All for One was a villain, but the authorities weren’t any better. He had no allies in this time period to turn to. Whether he dropped dead in this cell or ended up back in his father’s hands, he was screwed. Japan was screwed! The world was screwed!
The voice asked, “What do you know about All for One’s criminal activities? The bank robbery in Kyoto? The Stellar Jewelry Heist? The metahuman cure scams?”
Yuuto laughed. “He didn’t do any of that! The government framed him in order to make metahumans look bad. He clearly explained it to me.”
Izuku didn’t say anything, because the sincerity in Yuuto’s voice would be far more convincing without him ruining it.
Of course, he didn’t need to know the specifics to guess his father had been responsible for all those incidents and many more. There came his friendly reminder that Hisashi wasn’t motivated purely by the desire to help metahumans. He’d been using the chaos to enrich himself. At his core, he cared about building up his own power, not bettering the world. Izuku felt even more screwed.
The voice said, “Food will be traded for information.”
“Boy, did you come up with the wrong tactic. I can go a long time without eating,” Yuuto said.
“I keep telling you that we don’t know anything,” Izuku said. It was even mostly true. He knew a lot of interesting facts about the future, but little about his father’s current criminal activities.
The voice stopped. After several minutes, Izuku finally concluded that no one would immediately arrive to torture them. If their captors were smart, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on their hostages. But he had no idea if they understood All for One well enough to realize the likely consequences of harming his family.
No food or water materialized.
Izuku examined his cell more carefully. It was barely large enough to fit two people. They’d been left with no furniture. The walls looked like regular wood. He made out the outline of the door, which blended in nearly perfectly with the white wallpaper. No one had tried to restrain his quirk, so they didn’t know. He could break out if he used One for All, but his bones would be broken immediately afterward. Unlikely that Yuuto could fight his way past all the guards on his own.
His head throbbed.
Yuuto squirmed closer and whispered, “Isn’t it odd how they asked about my brother’s criminal activities? Aren’t they the ones who framed him? Wouldn’t they know he didn’t do it?”
Izuku didn’t know how to reply. He didn’t want to lie to his uncle.
After a moment, Yuuto said, “Oh.” A lot of emotion lurked behind that one word.
Wincing, Izuku whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I had some idea already. There were a lot of shady people going into and out of our house. People who seemed scared of him.” Yuuto’s voice was barely audible. “But he told me it wasn’t true. He pinky-swore.” A rough laugh emerged from his throat. “I must sound so stupid.”
“You don’t sound stupid.” You sound like a fourteen-year-old child who’s been betrayed.
“No wonder big brother thinks I’m an idiot.”
Izuku didn’t know what to say. “It’s not stupid to believe in your own family.”
Yuuto buried his face in his knees. His shoulders shook. It took Izuku a moment to realize his uncle was crying.
Being captured hadn’t made Yuuto cry, but learning his older brother was a villain had shattered him.
Izuku put an arm around his uncle’s back to offer what comfort he could.
In a low, choked voice, Yuuto asked, “Were you telling the truth about everything you said? You’re from the future? My brother conquered Japan?”
Izuku kept his voice even lower and hid his mouth behind his hand in case of cameras. “Yes.”
Silence came from his uncle.
Eventually, Yuuto whispered, “What if you came here from an alternative dimension where my brother is evil? Maybe he captured and replaced my real brother and we just have to find and rescue the good one?”
Izuku winced. “That…didn’t happen. I’m sorry.” He tried not to sound pitying because he knew that would only make it worse.
Yuuto curled up into an even tighter ball. The silence started to get worrying. Izuku rubbed a circle on the trembling back. His heart ached.
When Yuuto finally spoke, he said, “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“That’s okay. It was a crazy story.”
“This explains how you got so smart. I’m sorry about treating you like a small child, too. That must have been so annoying. Does my brother know you’re actually an adult? Because if he knows, those photoshoots were even more of a dick move.”
“He knows now. The last one he did on purpose to annoy me.”
“Asshole,” Yuuto muttered. His grip tightened around his knees.
“Uh-huh,” Izuku agreed.
After another pause, Yuuto asked, “What happened to me in the future?”
Izuku hesitated, but he didn’t want to lie. Not when Yuuto had already been lied to by his family enough. “You’re dead. I’m sorry.”
“How did I die? Was it at least heroic?”
This time, it was even harder to speak. “I don’t know the details, but it was implied that your brother killed you. You were opposing his villainy, so I think it must have been a heroic death. You even passed on a legacy designed to kill him in the future. I’m very sorry.”
“That’s not true,” Yuuto snapped.
Izuku glanced at the ceiling. “Keep it down.”
More softly, Yuuto said, “Sorry. But the future must have gotten the story wrong. Big brother would never kill me. I’d never tell other people to kill him, either.”
“A lot of things could have changed over the years.”
“That will never change.”
Izuku didn’t argue any further, because he wasn’t sure what had happened either. The story and the purpose of One for All could have been distorted over time. He felt even sadder.
What if he’d made the future worse by chipping away at the relationship between the two brothers? Just like how he’d gotten his uncle captured along with him. Nothing he’d done had gotten him a step closer to defeating All for One. Had he been going about everything the wrong way? Would it have been better to strengthen their family ties instead of weaken them and use his father’s affection to manipulate him?
Discolored skin peaked out of his uncle’s pants leg. Izuku frowned and leaned closer. Yuuto’s ankle looked sprained if not broken. Izuku hissed. Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? “Your ankle…why didn’t you say anything?”
“They’re not going to give me any medical treatment where I speak up or not.” Yuuto raised his voice defiantly, staring at the ceiling.
Sure enough, nothing happened.
Hisashi Shigaraki didn’t panic in a crisis. He knew how to take all of his negative emotions and lock them into a dark box deep inside him. At the first opportunity, he would kill and destroy until he’d vented his rage. Right now, he existed in a state of deadly calm. Every scrap of his being focused on getting his son and his little brother back.
He stared at the report before him. Government-backed quirk traffickers. Imagining his family in the hands of those scum made him burn. “Have you found out who leaked our information?”
“All of our staff are clean. I interrogated them myself.” The man before him had a lie-detector quirk.
Hisashi’s eyes ran over his minion. The short, middle-aged man quaked. He barely seemed to be able to remain standing. This man owed Hisashi a favor for removing a quirk that had been causing his daughter to sprout painful spikes all over her body. He was also an enormous coward. Doubtful that he’d dare lie.
“But how did they even know I had a family?” Hisashi muttered.
“We, uh, we did find that out, master. According to our inside man, it appears…uh…” The man took a deep breath and blurted it out. “It appears you shared some pictures of your son and brother on social media.”
Hisashi’s heart stopped. His fault. He’d done this. He’d exposed his greatest weakness to the cruel, uncaring world as a joke. His future victories had made him cocky, forgetting how the government had targeted him in the early days. Since he didn’t recall an attack like this happening in the past, this could only have occurred because he’d changed events. Maybe there had been something in his pictures that had accidentally given away his mansion’s location. In a moment of carelessness, he’d compromised everything.
With great effort, he took all his rage and self-loathing and shoved it into the box.
“You’re certain of the location where the traffickers are holding them?” Somehow, his voice remained steady.
“P-positive, master.” The minion before him trembled. The man no doubt knew his life depended on the veracity of his information.
Hisashi bit his lip so hard he drew blood. With his many quirks from the future, no security could stop him. He could easily storm the grey compound in the photo. But then Izuku and Yuuto would inevitably be taken hostage.
“What’s our status on sending in a fake prisoner to infiltrate?”
“W-we’ve come up with a list of characteristics the traffickers look for in a target. The problem is finding someone who fits. We don’t have time to create a fake background…”
“Read the list.”
“The traffickers prefer orphans or those disowned by their families, especially if they have some record of juvenile delinquency to ensure their disappearance won’t look suspicious. Runaway teens are particularly targeted. Of course, those with strong powers are the top priority.”
Hisashi winced. He knew exactly who fit every single item on the list. “Oh, no.”
“Sir?”
“Please, no. Anyone but him. Tell me we have another teenager on our staff.” He knew he didn’t. It wasn’t as if his organization had any use for children. But how could he let his family’s lives depend on that damn bastard?
A clear, cold voice came from the doorway. “Cut the crap. Neither of us have to like it, but we have no choice but to work together.” Kaji Bakugo stepped through the doorway, his eyes blazing red. “Tell me what I need to do in order to save Yuuto and Izuku, pops.”
Izuku had gotten extremely thirsty. It was even worse than the hunger gnawing at his belly. He resisted the urge to wet his lips.
Yuuto looked even worse. He drooped against the wall with his eyes closed. How long had it been since his last dosage of medicine? Sweat dripped down his forehead, making his hair sticky. He coughed, not for the first time. The bastards had even taken away his inhaler.
Izuku stroked his uncle’s hair. Yuuto moaned.
This couldn’t be allowed to continue. Izuku looked up at the speaker. “I’m ready to bargain. Bring back his inhaler, and I’ll answer your questions.” He knew nothing about the criminal activities they’d been interested in, but he hoped he could bluff them with some fake information.
No response.
“Please. He’s very sick. Won’t you be in trouble if your hostage dies?”
Still no response. Izuku frowned. What was going on outside? Had his father attacked?
The door blasted inward. Izuku tried to shield Yuuto with his body. At the sound of the explosion, Yuuto’s eyes shot open, and he also tried to pull his nephew behind him. As a result, their foreheads cracked together.
When the stars cleared from behind his eyes, Izuku stared at a figure standing amongst the smoke. Kaji Bakugo had a handcuff dangling off one wrist and sparks dancing up his arms. His ripped shirt revealed a long scar covering his chest and creeping up his neck.
Grinning, Kaji struck a pose. “I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you, my two princesses.” The smile dropped off his face as he spotted Yuuto’s crumpled form. “Yuuto!” He ran over.
“Did you bring his inhaler?”
“Sorry, I snuck in as a prisoner. Your dad made me swallow a tracking device. We’re supposed to meet him at a designated location near the wall where All for One’s forces are breaking in right now. Can Yuuto walk?”
Izuku pointed at Yuuto’s likely broke ankle. “I don’t think so. Sorry.”
His face grim, Kaji lifted up Yuuto into a piggyback. Yuuto barely responded. Kaji tsked. “I’m sorry, Izuku. I originally planned to carry you.”
“My legs work.” Izuku ran down the corridor after Kaji. They passed several fallen men with burn marks.
In a low voice, Kaji said, “Good news: your father has no idea we leaked the location of his mansion. We should keep it that way.”
“Very much agreed.” Izuku supposed he had little chance of avoiding another vault after this, but at the least he didn’t want to listen to his father being sanctimonious about how it was all his own fault. Plus, he didn’t want Kaji to die.
At the end of the dim hallway, they turned into a large room stuffed with cages.
Izuku stopped and gasped in horror. People were packed into the dog-sized cages like animals. Most of them were teenagers. Many had injuries or starved appearances. The smell of waste was so strong it nearly knocked him off his feet. The closest boy cracked an eye open and whispered, “Help.”
The sound went straight to Izuku’s heart. He grabbed Kaji’s sleeve. “We have to free these people.”
Kaji stopped, but he said, “My mission is to get you to your father so you can’t be taken hostage. He’ll make short work of the traffickers, then everyone will be safe.”
“But what if someone gets desperate after we’re gone and thinks that other metahumans might serve as hostages against their self-proclaimed leader? It won’t work. Dad would let all of these people die in a heartbeat. I can’t trust him. We have to set them free. You take Uncle Yuuto to safety, and I’ll stay here.”
Kaji stared at him. “I’m sure you’re trying to be heroic, you shitty brat, but you do realize if I show up without you, your father will kill me on the spot?”
Izuku winced. “Yeah, he would. I’m sorry. I still can’t leave without saving these people.”
The first boy’s shout had drawn the attention of the other prisoners. They pleaded to be released in a loud clamor.
Yuuto’s eyes shot open at the noise. He tugged at Kaji’s hair. “Gotta…help…” he slurred. His legs moved as if he was trying to walk toward the cries.
Kaji sighed. “Why did I have to fall in love with a hero?” He set Yuuto down. “You stay here.” He pointed at Izuku. “You guard him.” Then he pointed at himself. “I’ll break the cages.”
Recognizing the limits of his current body, Izuku nodded.
Kaji moved around the room, melting the cage bars. One cage had already been turned into a pile of molten metal, proving that Kaji had originally been kept in this room. He’d already defeated the men guarding the prisoners during his escape. At least a dozen guards lay on the ground between the cages, unconscious. Or at least Izuku hoped they were unconscious, because he didn’t want to imagine a teenager being forced to murder. It was impressive that Kaji had defeated so many enemies, even quirkless ones—and it probably said something unpleasant about the life he’d been living up until this point.
This time period was screwed up. Izuku thought about Yuuto carrying knives and hoarding food and all these children in cages. He just kept getting angrier and angrier. His helplessness infuriated him. This couldn’t stand! No matter what, he had to find a way to change this messed-up world!
The freed prisoners flocked around Kaji, shouting over each other. Kaji cried, “I don’t care where you go, just get out of my way so I can return to Yuuto!” When they didn’t move fast enough, he shot a blast of fire over their heads.
Izuku winced and ran over, shouting, “Stop that!”
Kaji picked up Yuuto again. “We’ve got to move. We’re behind schedule.” He raised his voice. “You shitheads can follow me if you want protection, but don’t you dare get in my way.”
They moved down the corridor in a loud, smelly rabble. In the distance came sounds of screaming and metal ripping. Izuku felt hope that his father was on the way. They were going to make it.
Then a group of men poured out from around the bend in the hallway. Three dozen of them wielded tasers and guns. Several carried nets. They charged down the hallway.
“Shit,” Kaji said.
No way could Kaji defeat this many enemies. The explosive blonde must have already reached the same conclusion. With Yuuto still on his back, Kaji picked up Izuku under his arm and turned to run.
“Wait! What about all the prisoners?” Izuku demanded, squirming.
“Sorry, brat. I’d like to help, but we’ve reached the point where I have to prioritize me and mine.” Kaji even sprayed fire at the prisoners’ feet to make them get out of his way.
Izuku bit Kaji’s hand. The teenager yelped, his grip slackening.
Hitting the ground running, Izuku darted under legs, fighting through the fleeing people toward the traffickers. Behind him, he heard Kaji shouting.
Once at the front of the pack, Izuku punched the metal wall. One for All sprang to life, too fierce and strong to control. In desperation, he spread the power out across his tiny child’s body. As a result, almost every single bone in his body snapped.
The wall caved in, blocking off the traffickers from reaching their victims.
Unfortunately, a good bit of rubble fell on top of Izuku as well.
Izuku lay in the darkness. He could barely inhale the dust-filled air. Every single part of his body hurt so much that he’d stopped being able to feel at all—his mind had overloaded with agony.
Blood dripped down and hit the ground. It took Izuku a moment to realize the blood wasn’t his own. Two arms held him on either side. A bigger body leaned over him, shielding him from a fallen pillar. If not, he would have been squashed.
Fangs glinted in the darkness. It was Kaji.
“I’m sorry,” Izuku said.
“Don’t be. You did the right thing. I made my choice, too.” Kaji shifted and groaned under the weight of the pillar fallen on his back. Blood dripped down his face, staining his blond locks red.
“Where’s Uncle Yuuto?”
“I set him down, of course. If anyone dared trample him, they’re dead.”
This failed to comfort Izuku. If anything happened to Yuuto, it would be all his fault. He tried to breathe through his broken ribs. More dust got in, making him cough.
Ripping sounds came from overhead. Izuku closed his eyes, fearing both he and Kaji were about to be crushed.
Instead, the rubble was flung aside. Light poured in from above. A supernaturally strong hand easily tossed away the pillar. His father’s face stared down at him.
Izuku managed a smile. “You look like hell, Dad.”
It was true. Hisashi Shigaraki was stained with dirt and blood. The lines on his face made him look a decade older. Wonder of wonders, he even had tear tracks around his eyes.
“Izuku. Baby.” Hisashi reached down and pulled his son from the rubble. This entailed him casually flinging a bleeding Kaji into the wall.
“Hey,” Izuku said. Before he could protest further, his father’s hands fastened around him. Power surged under his skin. Izuku could feel how his bones reknitted. He wouldn’t call it painful, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation either. In moments, he sagged in his father’s arms, dirty and exhausted, but sans broken bones.
He tried to lift an arm. Nothing happened.
“The healing process must have used up every scrap of energy in your body,” Hisashi said. “You’ll be lucky if you can walk after a week.” He sounded smug about it. His grip tightened on his son.
From behind them, Yuuto cried, “I’m so glad you two are still alive!”
“Stay still, little brother. I need to heal you.” Keeping Izuku in his arms, Hisashi turned around.
Yuuto had been wrapped in a heavy wool blanket, but this didn’t stop him from crawling toward Kaji. In a cracked voice, he demanded, “Heal him first! He’s more injured.”
“What makes you think I’m healing him at all?” Hisashi grumbled.
“Because he saved my life?” Izuku pointed out.
“He saved my life too!” Yuuto shouted. “I won’t let you heal me unless you heal him first.”
Hisashi sighed. Shifting Izuku closer to his chest, he reached down and grabbed both Yuuto and Kaji at the same time. Healing energy shot out from his hand.
As soon as he was awake, Kaji screamed, “Get off me!” and shoved away the hand.
Hisashi glared. “You. Insignificant insect. Much though I hate to admit it, you’ve done me another great service. As a result, you have earned six more months of residence at my home. After your time is up, I expect you to vacate immediately.”
“No problem, pops.” Kaji grinned. “At the rate Yuuto and Izuku get into trouble, I’m sure I’ll have saved their lives again before the end of six months.”
Hisashi’s eye twitched. “Regrettably, you may be right.” With dawning horror, he observed, “I may never be rid of you.”
“Thank you for saving my nephew.” Yuuto kissed Kaji’s cheek. “You’re my hero.”
Hisashi’s whole body twitched. “You’re down to five months.”
Kaji grinned. “Worth it.”
Izuku awoke in an unfamiliar bed. The cream room with a wall of beeping equipment clearly must be part of a hospital, though he suspected his father had taken him to an underground one. After all, most hospitals wouldn’t have allowed colorful stars decorating the wall or a truly impressive collection of stuffed animals covering the entire floor.
He could barely lift his arm, jostling the IV. The reflection in the big screen TV’s glass showed huge bags under his eyes, but he still felt much better compared to when he’d passed out.
“Duckie!” Hisashi pushed open the door. For him to have arrived so fast, an alarm must have been triggered. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thanks to you.”
Hisashi blinked. “Did you just…thank me?”
“I did, Dad.” Izuku smiled in a hard way. “There’s too much suffering going on in the world right now. I’ve decided to do something about it. Since you seem to be a necessary person to protect the current minority of metahumans, that means we need to reach an agreement.”
“That’s just like you, my sweet boy, as strong and heroic as ever. I struggle to put this diplomatically, but I don’t think you have the power to help people at the moment.” Hisashi’s smile was every bit as hard as his son’s. “You have nothing to bargain with me.”
“I think I do. I have my own life. My well-being. My happiness.” Izuku met his father’s eyes. “In the future, I nearly killed myself trying to escape you. I know you don’t want it to come to that again.”
Hisashi paled at the memory.
Izuku pushed harder. “Uncle Yuuto knows the truth. Our kidnappers told him that you’re a villain. It convinced him that I’d actually traveled from a future where you’d conquered Japan, too. He was devastated.”
His father’s hands shook. As Izuku had suspected, the shock of nearly losing both of his family members had made him temporarily more vulnerable. The perfect time to strike a deal.
Izuku softened his tone. “But even after he found out the truth, Yuuto still kept trying to defend you. At this point in time, you’re his beloved older brother, and he wants to work together with you more than anything. You’d better take advantage of that, because based on my knowledge of the future, it doesn’t last forever.”
“Then what do you want?” Hisashi asked warily.
“I want to protect metahumans and fight back against the corrupt elements in the current government. I think you want those things too, albeit for more selfish reasons. I want to halt the criminal elements of your organization, or at the least minimize the ones that are hurting people.” Izuku leaned forward. “In exchange, I’m willing to play happy family with you. Matching outfits? Storytime? Instagram photoshoots? I’ll do it all with a smile.”
“That’s what I call dedication to heroism,” Hisashi said, actually sounding amused.
“Not only that, I’ll work together with you to use our knowledge to improve the future. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To have your family join you? You know I’m a whole lot more valuable than a cute accessory. I gave you hell in the future, after all. Work with me, and there’s nothing in the present time that could stand in our way.”
“I want in on this too!” Yuuto threw open the door. “I only heard the last part, but if we’re saving people, then I’m going to help.” He wagged a finger at his brother. “I’ll be keeping a more careful eye on you from now on.”
Hisashi said, “You’re both acting as if I’ve already agreed to this.” He tapped his chin. “And…you’re right. That deal is too good to turn down. We’ll have to hash out the exact details, of course.”
Izuku grinned. “If you’d refrain from murdering Kaji for Yuuto’s sake, then I’m sure you’ll compromise on your criminal business for me.”
A light entered Hisashi’s eyes. “If you’ll let me kill Kaji Bakugo, then I promise to go completely straight! I’ll convert all my businesses to legitimate! You can open as many charities with my money as your heroic little hearts desire!”
“Nope,” Izuku and Yuuto said at the same time.
“Worth a try,” Hisashi sighed.
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: A Conversation Among Modern Era One for All Users
Izuku: Kaji, I’m wondering how you ended up as the Second One for All user when—I’m struggling to put this delicately—you don’t seem all that heroic.
Kaji: I really wanted to kill All for One.
Izuku: Fair enough.
Yuuto: Also, I didn’t pick him as a successor. I accidentally lost my quirk in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Izuku: See, that there was too much information.
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Omake: Part Two of the Conversation with Modern Era Vestige First
Izuku: Uncle Yuuto, I honestly think my biggest shock of traveling to the past was learning that you used to idolize your older brother.
Yuuto: Look, everyone goes through an embarrassing teenage phase. No one in this family has any right to criticize. At age fourteen, I didn’t yet realize that my older brother was the worst, you couldn’t go five minutes without breaking a bone, Kaji thought he could make himself look badass by covering every inch of his skin with temporary tattoos, and big brother wanted to become a demon lord when he grew up.
Kaji: Hey! Don’t tell him that!
Izuku: Dad never grew out of the demon lord thing, did he? In all fairness, I didn’t stop breaking bones either…
#And in this timeline maybe Yuuto will never grow out of idolizing his brother #Highly dependent on Hisashi’s ability to stay on his best behavior
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Omake: Hisashi’s Employees Witness His Twitter Posts
Employee #1: So this is the infamous twitter account we had to threaten the CEO of twitter to get undeleted.
Employee #2: Don’t ask me how I created that paper mâché horse’s head.
Employee #1: It says, “I threw my stuffed animal at Daddy and now I’m in trouble.” Does this mean what I think it means?
Employee #2: Our boss reproduced? It’s the Antichrist! The End Days are upon us!
Employee #1: Unfortunately, the boy can only be our boss’ son. They both have the exact same terrifying glint in their eyes. Hey, look at these pictures. Did you know our boss had a younger brother?
Employee #2: More of them? Japan is doomed!
Employee #1: Ha-ha, you’re exaggerating. Hmm, let’s see. Mr. Shigaraki has joined Instagram…there’s a whole album of family pictures. I have to admit, his kid wears that suit like a boss. All three of them in matching outfits looks adorable.
Employee #2: At least lately he’s knocked off the pictures to embarrass his kid. My horse is still traumatized from the last time we had to save his twitter account.
Employee #1: Who’s the spikey-haired blond teen popping up in the background and why is every single picture with him in it tagged “#Inching ever closer to murder #Please let me kill the Bakugo brat already #If I don’t get to kill him soon I may commit mass-murder”?
Employee #2: Doomed!
#They’re not wrong to be afraid #Whether Japan is doomed or saved, I’ll let the readers decide
