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[riahlynn101]

Ai-less Whumptober 2024: Day Six - Alternative prompt: "Kidnapping."

Word count: 2,817

Trigger warnings: a child in distress, kidnapping, and blood. Story notes: for once, surprisingly, AFO isn’t the bad guy. This story could be seen as the prequel to my DadDecember story: Daddecember 2023: My Oneshot Collection - Chapter 4 - Riahlynn101 - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

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The mid-afternoon hustle and bustle of Musutafu has Kudo clenching his teeth. The pounding in his head is only manageable because of his own experience with loud, busy, and overcrowded spaces. 

Three years ago, after being exposed to an unknown meta-ability (likely All for One’s doing, and likely as some sort of revenge plot for Yoichi’s death), Kudo found himself over a hundred years in the future. It had been surprisingly easy to make a life for himself, at least easier than it was back in his own time. 

He misses his comrades, Bruce especially, but he’s not made to feel like a freak for simply existing. 

He’s long since passed on Yoichi’s will. The thought of losing it to All for One made him pass it on relatively quickly to Bruce. Even now, he misses the warmth of the ability. The constant and consistent presence of his-

A small body bumps into him. He stumbles back out of surprise. 

From the ground, a child shouts, “ow! Sorry!”

Kudo kneels down next to them. He’s always had a soft spot for children, and this one can’t be that old. Looking around at the other people who seem unconcerned with the situation, he wonders if any of them are the child’s parents. He can’t imagine any rational adult would allow a young child to wander by themselves. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” the boy answers, holding his nose. Small droplets of blood leak through his tiny fingers. “‘M really sorry.” He looks up at Kudo. 

All the air is knocked from Kudo’s lungs. If not for the people behind him, he might have fallen backwards. Because, looking up at him, are Yoichi’s eyes. 

The same lime green that almost looks emerald in the light. 

The same white pupils.

Right here. 

Staring up at him with wide eyes. 

Yoichi. 

He glances at the traffic light for the crosswalk. It counts down. 

Ten. 

Kudo looks back at the little boy.

Nine.

He shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong. The boy likely has parents waiting for him. 

Eight. 

His parents might be around. They might even be in this crowd. It wouldn’t be the first time a child was neglected or ignored.

Seven. 

But if that’s the case, then he would really be doing the boy a favor. 

Six.

He can’t risk the boy running away, but children this age are usually easily lured away. Kudo hates that he knows that. But his time hadn’t been kind to children being children. 

Five. 

He offers the boy his hand. 

Four. 

“I’ll help your nose stop bleeding.”

Three.

The boy’s eyebrows furrow, and he glances at the traffic light. “Can I have a candy after?”

Two.

Kudo thinks about the candy drawer in his apartment. He’s always had a sweet tooth, and being able to indulge in that, just a little, is another thing he loves about not having to ration supplies. He nods, smiling. “Of course.”

One. 

The boy smiles back. He’s missing his two front teeth. It’s cute and endearing and makes Kudo even more steadfast in his decision. 

“Okay, but daddy’s coming home today. So, I have to be home before dinner.”

Kudo’s heart clenches painfully. Deep down, he knows, this isn’t right. But he can’t bring himself to part with the boy so soon. “Sure thing. I’ll have you back before then.”

The boy takes his hand. Kudo - who had been on a mission to return a library book - decides to double back to his apartment. 

“What’s your name?” He asks, still holding the boy’s hand. The boy’s other hand still covers his bleeding nose, causing his voice to sound nasally. 

“Izuku,” he chirps brightly. He bounces on his heels whenever they pause for too long - so full of energy that Kudo can feel it vibrating off him like electricity. It reminds him of Yoichi after he started to get comfortable. Always smiling and excitable, ready to learn about the world his brother kept him from.

“Izuku,” he mutters, testing the name. “Izuku, that’s a nice name.”

Izuku’s eyes sparkle. “Really?” He gasps. “You think so? Kacchan said it was a stupid name, but mom said she named me after my daddy.”

Kudo listens with half-an-ear. Children want to be listened to, but something tells him that Izuku isn’t expecting a response. Especially when the boy goes on to change the topic entirely, and then again….and again……and again…..

By the time he opens his apartment door, Kudo knows more about All Might and this random “Kacchan” kid than he ever needed to. It amazes him that anyone can talk so much when their nose is spurting blood (less so now, but the point stands). 

“That’s so cool!” He says, jumping in before Izuku can go on another ramble. Gently, he scoops the kid up and deposits him on the counter. “Stay here.” Kudo goes to his medicine cabinet, pulling out some tissues. He washes his hands. 

When he turns back, the kid smiles at him. 

“Take your hand off,” he advises. With all the care he can muster, he cleans the blood off Izuku’s face. “It doesn’t look bad. It’s probably because of the dry air.”

Voice muffled due to Kudo stuffing a small wad of tissue up Izuku’s nose, the boy mutters a surprised, “dye air?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “Done,” he announces, throwing the dirty tissues away. He opens his candy drawer. “Lemon, cherry, or green apple?” 

Izuku purses his lips. One of his fingers sits on his chin, and he tilts his head to the side. “Mhmmm….apple!” He accepts the candy from Kudo’s hand. The sparkle in his eyes hasn’t diminished since Kudo complimented his name. “Thank you!” 

“No problem, kid,” he murmurs. He turns away. 

He hasn’t even done anything, so why does he feel so guilty? He’s killed people, for god’s sake. Maybe it has to do with being reminded of Yoichi. They had so many plans before All for One  brutally and cruelly took him from Kudo. 

Plans that involved starting a family.

Getting married.

Settling down. 

Adopting a child or two…..

“”Kay! All done! Time to go home!”

His head hurts, but his heart hurts worse. 

Maybe he can’t bring back his boyfriend, and maybe their plans of growing old together would never come to fruition. But maybe their plan of having a family can still be realized. 

Maybe this is the universe’s way of making things right. Returning what was lost to him. Fixing plans that were derailed, and giving Kudo the family he so badly wanted with Yoichi. 

“Before…” he swallows down the bile threatening to come up. “Before you leave….I have something to show you.” 

“Okay!” Izuku reaches his arms up, trusting Kudo to pick him up. There’s not a single hint of suspicion evident in the little boy’s expression. It makes him feel sick. 

It doesn’t stop him from taking Izuku to the spare room. There’s no furniture of any kind (he’s had no reason to use the room before.) and the walls are bright white. “Stay here,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

Kudo runs to the storage cupboard. He pulls out several blankets, sheets, and grabs a pillow or two from the couch on his way back. 

Izuku is still where he left him in the middle of the room. He smiles when Kudo returns. “What do you want to show me?” He bounces on his tiptoes. 

Kudo smiles back at him, but it feels fake. “Patience,” he chides. “First we have to set everything up.”

Izuku nods, a serious expression crossing his face. “Okay!” He helps Kudo lay out the sheets, layering them to provide extra padding until he can get a futon or mattress (not that Izuku knows that). 

They do the same thing with the blankets. The last one is left half-folded, ready to tuck somebody in. And then, Kudo carefully arranges the pillows. 

“Izuku,” he starts, watching the boy from his peripheral vision. “How old are you?” There would be news alerts. It would help if he had more information to work with, especially because he doubts the boy will be all that helpful after Kudo breaks his trust. 

“Three!” 

Kudo pats the bedding. “That old? Wow!” 

“Momma let me go to the park all by myself.”

“Does…does she do that often?”

Izuku tilts his head from side to side, considering his words. “Mmm….no. Momma’s sick right now. That’s why daddy’s coming home.”

He fidgets with the edge of the blanket. His stomach roils and the blood rushing through his ears is so, so loud. But Kudo is nothing if not certain in each and every one of his decisions. 

It’s what made him a good leader. Leading and keeping a large majority of the rebellion alive. 

It’s what drove him to take Yoichi’s hand.

And it’s what sealed Izuku’s fate. 

“Is your dad away a lot?” Kudo can remember his own parents. Both of them were dead by the time he reached twelve, but there was a time when they had something close to normalcy. His dad worked long, hard hours a few cities away. He only came home a few days every few months. 

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Momma says it’s because he’s working really hard.”

Kudo pats the boy’s head. “What does he do?”

More head tilting. More humming. “I dunno. I asked momma once, but she didn’t know either.”

That’s a sure sign that his father’s either doing something illegal, immoral, or a mix of the two. But that’s not his concern right now. Izuku is in his care now, so anything his parents do now is none of his concern. 

As long as Izuku’s parents aren’t politicians or extremely wealthy, they shouldn’t pose a problem for him. 

“Ah, I see.” He stands up. “I’m going to show you something really cool now, okay? Close your eyes.”

Kudo waits for Izuku to cover his eyes, before he leaves the room. 

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Izuku calls. 

“Not yet. One more minute.” He grabs a chair from the kitchen. As quietly as he can, he wedges it under the handle. He tests the door handle. It doesn’t budge. “I’m sorry,” he says. 

The tone of his voice must startle Izuku, because not a second later the door handle rattles. All the previous warmth and excitement is gone from Izuku’s voice. “What….what’s happening? Mister? The door won’t open?” He sniffles, close to tears. “Open the door? Pretty please?” The door handle continues to rattle, but the door still doesn’t open. 

“It will be okay. I promise.”

Izuku cries, banging his fists against the door. “Let me out! I don’t wanna be here!” He sounds terrified. “I want to go home!”

“You are home,” Kudo says. He holds the door handle, just in case Izuku manages to un-wedge the chair. “I’m going to take care of you now.”

He feels like a monster the way Izuku screams out, “no!”

He can’t be that awful. The boy’s parents are infinitely worse, Kudo reasons to himself. They left a small child all alone. If they actually cared about Izuku, they would have been there. 

“Rest, Izuku. You’re tired. We can talk more once you get some sleep and calm down.”

His neighbors, thankfully, keep to themselves. As long as Izuku calms down within the next couple hours, the noise shouldn’t be a problem. 

Izuku doesn’t take this well. He hits the door harder, wailing all the while. “Mommy! Daddy! No! No! I don’t like you!”

Kudo sighs. “It’s okay, Izuku. Please, rest.”

Eventually, the door handle stops rattling, and Izuku’s cries grow weaker. He still doesn’t enter. Children are smarter than most give them credit for. Izuku is small and Kudo has no doubt he could catch the boy if he had to, but he doesn’t want to frighten Izuku more than he has to. And he especially doesn’t want the boy to escape. 

So, he sits down and watches the door. His knees are drawn to his chest. 

The walls are thin in the apartment, so Kudo can hear every little hiccup and cry coming from the room. His chest tightens. He’s never been a touchy-feely person, but the sounds make him want to throw caution to the wind and open the door. Scoop the boy up and hold him until he stops crying and falls asleep. 

But he resists, and the noises stop. He waits a little longer, before removing the chair and opening the door. 

Izuku lays passed out in front of the door. He’s curled up, arms clutched to his chest. 

Kudo clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He picks Izuku up, cradling the boy like a baby. Izuku whines in his sleep, grabbing Kudo’s shirt. 

“Shh….” he hushes him. For a second, he basks in the weight and warmth in his arms. He imagines the circumstances being better. Yoichi being alive. Izuku being theirs without the word “kidnapping” hanging over his head. 

But Yoichi isn’t alive, and Izuku won’t be able to leave the apartment without being disguised. 

He lays Izuku on the makeshift bed. “Sweet dreams,” he whispers into the boy’s curls. He has to give credit where credit is due. The boy’s parents have taken extremely great care of his hair. It’s soft and smells like watermelon. He finds himself playing with the curls, running his fingers through the hair. 

“It will be okay,” he repeats his earlier sentiment. “I promise.”

-x-x-x-

Half-way across the city, Hisashi Midoriya returns home. 

It’s not often that his wife gets sick, and even less often that she can’t care for their son. He doesn’t mind, though. It had been such a long time since he had an excuse to come home. The doctor’s company was appreciated through those bitter years where he was all alone, but now, he wishes he could indulge in “family time” (as the doctor calls it) much more often. 

Izuku is already three, after all. 

His son is full of energy. Healthier than Yoichi had been, but somehow much more clingier. It’s a strange feeling, being loved so openly and insistently. 

Which is why he’s confused that his son doesn’t lunge for him when he steps through the door. It’s still midday. He purposefully came home early so he could cook dinner.

“Izuku!” He calls, but his son doesn’t come to him. It’s a little late for a nap, but maybe his son decided to curl up with his mother. It’s not unheard of. Izuku loves cuddling up with his parents. And he’s such a sweet boy, so he could foresee him falling asleep while keeping his mother company. 

He slips his shoes off, and ventures further into the apartment. The familiar sight of his son's red shoes is missing, but perhaps he forgot to take them off again. 

Hisashi heads for their bedroom at the end of the hall. He stops to peek in his son’s room. They just recently moved away from co-sleeping, or more accurately, Inko did. He’s not home enough to have any say in that particular matter (as his wife pointed out during an argument over the phone. He still doesn’t like the idea of Izuku sleeping away from them. He’s already growing up so fast. Is it so wrong that he wants to hold on to his son awhile longer?)

Just as he expected, the bed is empty. 

He opens the door to their bedroom. The soft sound of his wife’s breathing fills the quiet. His eyes rove over the bed, looking for the telltale lump of a small body or shock of turquoise-green curls. 

But he isn’t there. Hisashi’s eyebrows furrow. 

“Izuku?” He quietly calls out. 

Nothing. 

A wave of fear crashes over him. He doesn’t want to wake Inko, but if their son is missing he needs to do something now.

He shakes her shoulder. “Hey,” he says. “Hey.”

Inko’s eyes blink open. “Wha-”

“Izuku, where is he?”

“The park.” She rolls over to look at the alarm clock on Hisashi’s nightstand. “He’s supposed to be home by now.” Her eyes are slightly glazed over and her voice is scratchy. “Is he not home yet?”

Hisashi shakes his head. That’s all he needs to know. “I’ll go get him.” He pats his wife’s head. “Get some rest.”

She collapses, fast asleep. 

All for One hurries from the apartment. If his son is missing, he doesn’t have a lot of time. He has a lot of enemies, and a lot of them don’t have “not hurting a child” in their moral code. 

He can only imagine how scared his baby is. Izuku isn’t used to being away from his parents, and he’s such a sensitive soul (just like Yoichi was). 

He silently begs whatever higher power that sees fit enough to grant him a wish that his son is safe.

[zoopzopp]

aoyama is suffering and it is very entertaining :D

scene from Raadsc by @gentrychild

[fedzkun]

Izuku having AFO-like Quirk obsessions to the point of writing Quirk-centric fanfiction as he fantasizes about wielding and entertaining himself with said Quirks

[tunafishprincess]

@gentrychild just dropped a new chapter of their Iruma/MHA fanfic and I made a fake manga cover for it because I love it so much. 🥹❤️

Also I won the bet, mwhahahaha. 🤠

[lunardeao3]

It turns out I don't know how to take a break and I'm being itchy to write again so you can expect more chapters to come this week cause I'm honestly losing it 💀

[tw1nter]

guys I’m trying to find a fic to re-read and I can’t find it 😭😭

it was a mha x hunger games au and basically the prompt was that Izuku enters the hunger games and then comes across the repeated champion (all for one) who takes interest into Izuku and keeps him alive throughout the games. All For One sort of drags Izuku along as he kills the other contestants until they get to muscular, the final contestant (other than AFO and Izuku).

I don’t remember the rest 😭😭

it was super good though, i know that much and i know it was finished

edit: I have found it

I also found a kudoichi hunger games au soo

[vam1mav]

|| Okay people, new plan, I broke my hand making the comic and I have a headache, so I decided to make a fanfic on Wattpad instead ||

|| The fanfic is called: “El Prisionero de Alas Rojas” ||

|| I did it in Spanish because it's my first language ||

[diamondcz27]

I tried to write my first fanfic and I hope, you will like it! 😊

My native language is not english so sorry for any mistakes. I will accept any criticism.

(I still have to edit the chapter)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56782996/chapters/144361267

Dark Forest

In Japan during the Taisho period, children suddenly started disappearing. Dozens of children disappeared every year, either approaching the Dark Forest or disappearing from the surrounding villages and towns. It was said that there was a demon living in the forest who would kidnap the children and kill them.. Most people used to believe this, but over time it became just a legend and parents used it to scare their children.

Anyone who entered the forest never returned alive. Except for one person. He was known as Yagi Toshinori, who once came out of the forest after an expedition he had made with a small group of people. When people found him, he kept repeating something about demons, monsters, children and survival.

Everyone thought he was crazy and started to stay away from him. But they made a big mistake when they didn't trust him...

That demon really exists. He hides in the deep darkness of the forest, waiting for the right moment so that his claws can seize other children. And one day he finally found the right one. The one that will belong only to him.

And thus begins the story of a boy who had to make a very difficult and complex decision in order to survive the horrors that await him.

@pizrad Next chapter soon and I will explain the intentions of All for one.

[mikewheelerfan2022]

DFO Fic Rec

Do you like Dad For One? Time travel shenanigans? Insane family trees? If so, oh boy, I have a fic rec for you. I’m only a few chapters into this wild ride, and it’s already my favorite MHA fic ever. The fic is absolutely bonkers, in a good way. So please support the original author by leaving kudos and a comment.

[stygianbluu]

I am once again in search of a fic.

So, bnha fandom, I tripped and fell back into my dfo phase. However, I cannot for the life of me remember what this particular fic is called, nor can I find it within my bookmarks.

Basic synopsis;

•Begins while Izuku is still training to receive OFA from All Might. He is still 'quirkless'.

•Someone is going around kidnapping quirkless people, and Izuku gets snatched.

•Dfo and All Might end up working together to find their son... Somehow.

•Turns out Izuku has the AFO quirk but was too... Izuku to actually use it - bc while he loves quirks and can think of a million ways he could use them if they were his, he's never gone so far as to wish he had a person's quirk INSTEAD of them.

•That changes when he and a whole bunch of other people are about to become victims of human trafficking.

•He's still the same person he's always been, and gives the quirk back once everyone's safe.

And... That's basically all I remember.

If you recognize this fic please lmk the title and author over on ao3 so that I can read it again! Cheers, ily

[ginkotracks]

*yeets this into the void*

[riahlynn101]

Ai-less Whumptober 2024: Day One "Alternative Prompt: Codependency."

Word count: 1,441

Trigger warnings: forced-infantilism, mind control, addiction, All for One being himself, and kidnapping.

Story notes: When Tenko talks about “being in love or falling in love with Izuku” he means it platonically. It still doesn’t stop it from being creepy. Also, I'm using the word codependency VERY loosely here. It's more of a one-sided dependency that Izuku is (mostly) unaware of.

I have decided to do both Ai-less Whumptober AND Whumptober. I think I'll do Ai-less Whumptober for MHA and Black Butler, and regular Whumptober for FNAF.

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“Don’t you find it a little weird?” Kacchan asks.

Izuku tilts his head to the side. It’s hard to tell what he’s referring to. It feels like Kacchan finds most things he likes “weird” “creepy” or “off-putting”. He uses the word weird and Izuku in the same sentence at least once a day. 

“What?”

Kacchan rolls his eyes. “Him,” he hisses between clenched teeth. His eyes shoot a quick glance at Tenko who is sitting with a few of his own friends. 

“Shimura?” He follows Kacchan’s gaze, though his is less hurried. Tenko must feel them staring, because he looks back at Izuku. He smiles brightly before turning away again. 

When he looks at Kacchan he can’t stop the confused bewilderment from creeping into his expression. Kacchan, to his credit, doesn’t explode. Which feels like progress, but then again, he has been kinder since the war. (Izuku still hasn’t ruled out brain damage.)

“He’s a little weird,” Kacchan explains. 

“Aren’t we all?” He jokes, even though the look in Kacchan’s eyes is serious. 

“No, I mean….Izuku…” He trails off. “I mean, it’s weird how he treats you.”

“Like a friend?”

“Like a child,” Kacchan finishes. “Like he’s your parent.”

Izuku stares at Tenko’s back. He watches him laugh with his friends. Friends that, until a few weeks ago, were on death’s door. Spinner pats Tenko’s back, and Toga leans over to kiss Urakara on the cheek. 

He thinks back to All for One’s big reveal. How Tenko’s life was planned before he was born. How broken and dejected Tomura had been, before finally exploding and shattering into a million pieces. 

Tenko almost didn’t get to experience this. Happiness. It was sheer luck that the dormant part of decay activated - a restoration quirk that Tenko has taken to calling “restore.” 

“Well,” Izuku says, shrugging his shoulders, “we are children, Kacchan.”

“We fought in a war.”

“A poor decision on the government’s part,” Tenko says, putting a hand on Kacchan’s shoulder. Kacchan jumps. 

“Jesus Christ!”

“Language,” Tenko teases. He winks at Izuku who had watched him say goodbye to his friends and slink over behind Kacchan. “It’s time to go home, Izuku.”

Kacchan pokes at his phone screen. “It’s only six. Curfew isn’t until-”

Tenko cuts him off. “That curfew is for students staying on-campus. Auntie Inko wants Izuku home before seven.” His tone is light, unserious, but only on the surface. Kacchan shakes his head.

“Whatever,” he mutters. “See you tomorrow, Izuku.”

Izuku collects his textbooks and stuffs them into his bookbag. He misses the icy look Tenko shoots his childhood friend. “See you later.”

-x-x-x-

“So,” Tenko starts, walking beside Izuku on the sidewalk, “what did you guys talk about?” 

Izuku hums. “Nothing much.” He laughs. “Kacchan just thought it was weird that you treat me like a child.” He looks at Tenko, expecting him to find it equally hilarious. He doesn’t laugh. 

“And what do you think?”

“I mean….you do….a little bit.” He doesn’t have to look at Tenko to see how tense he is. Izuku instantly fears he’s crossed a line. The last thing he wants to do is make him feel unwelcome or uneasy. “Which is fine. Really. It’s Kacchan. He talks too much sometimes.”

That earns Izuku a muted smile. “That he does.” He leans into Izuku’s space. “Don’t mind him, Izuku. There’s nothing wrong with how I treat you.”

Izuku knows that isn’t true. He knows that being tucked in at sixteen, almost seventeen years old, by your enemy-turned-friend-turned-big-brother-figure is not normal. As is being forced to hold hands when he crosses the street, being spoon-fed whenever his mom isn’t looking, or scolded whenever he gets a little too snippy with Tenko. 

But if it gives Tenko the peace of mind he needs, then Izuku is willing to forgo a little normalcy. And, besides the occasional spoon airplane, Izuku finds it kind of nice. Not exactly something he would choose for himself, but Tenko’s presence is comforting. 

“Right,” Izuku agrees. 

-x-x-x-

Tenko watches his little brother sleep. The Midoriyas’ apartment has only two bedrooms, which means that Izuku and him have to share. Midoriya-san was gracious enough to allow him to stay here while he gets back on his feet. 

Izuku’s room is small, smaller now that there’s two beds pressed against opposite walls. Most of his little brother’s things are still at his dorm, so most of the clothes and knick-knacks are his. A desktop computer separates their beds. Sometimes, when it’s not a school night, Tenko will let Izuku watch him play an “age appropriate” game. 

He looks up at the ceiling. His head feels weird nowadays. Most of the time it feels like static - fuzzy and unfocused, except when he’s around Izuku. When he’s around Izuku everything feels clearer. Like his little brother is a beacon. When they’re together he feels whole. When they’re together, Sensei’s voice echoing in his head is less harsh, kinder, softer, and almost fatherly. 

Tenko debated for weeks on whether to tell someone about the voice, but seeing how much vitriol people still have for Tomura Shigaraki and how hard All Might and Izuku had to fight for his rehabilitation, he decided to keep it to himself. After all, it’s just a voice. 

But now, weeks later, he’s grown addicted to the feeling. Anytime he holds Izuku’s hand or talks to him like a father might or strokes his hair or hums a lullaby until Izuku’s eyes slide shut, he feels an overpowering sense of love. The kind of love that he himself hasn’t felt in over a decade. 

And that feeling is enough to make him fall in love whenever he looks at Izuku. It’s enough for him to endure Sensei’s presence. And it’s enough for him to consider going out and hurting Bakugou until he remembers his manners. 

Alas, he doesn’t. Both out of appreciation for All Might and Izuku’s hard work, and because he can’t watch his little brother sleep if he leaves. 

“Tomura,” Sensei says. His voice grates his ears. “I need you to do something.”

In the quiet darkness of the room, Tenko hisses back a quiet, “what now?”

“Mind yourself,” Sensei says. “Is Izuku asleep?”

Tenko props himself up on his elbow. “Yeah, why?”

“Good, good. I’ve been listening for a while now, and I might have a solution for Izuku pulling away.”

“He’s not-”

“He will,” Sensei insists. “Once his friends start putting doubts in his head, it will all go downhill.”

Tenko thinks back to Izuku’s unsureness about their relationship. He can’t lose anyone else. “Okay,” he says. “What do I have to do?”

-x-x-x-

Izuku wakes not to his alarm blaring but to Tenko’s face two inches from his own. His eyes are wide, blank, and almost look to be staring right through Izuku.

He gasps, but outside of pushing himself up against the wall, there’s nowhere to go. “....Tenko? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Tenko holds a picture up to Izuku. Once his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can make out the vague details of the photo. “A…picture?” 

Tenko laughs, carefully he pushes a curl off Izuku’s forehead. “Not just any photo.” He shines his phone on the picture. 

Izuku looks it over. It’s of him, as a toddler, being held by his mom. “A picture of me?” He questions. 

Tenko stares longingly at the photo. “You were so cute.”

“Uh….thanks?” 

“So small and easy to keep close.”

Izuku frowns. “Heh, you’re kind of freaking me out.” He tries to take the photo from Tenko’s hands. “It’s been a long day. How about we just go to sleep and talk about it in the morning?”

Tenko refuses to let go. When he speaks next his voice sounds an awfully lot like All for One’s. “So easy to control.”

The next thing Izuku knows is a white-hot blinding pain, and then darkness. 

-x-x-x-

Tenko watches the news. A banner scrolls along the bottom: “local teen, Midoriya Izuku, sixteen, and former league of villains leader, Shigaraki Tomura, Twenty-one, have been reported missing. If you know anything call-”

On the hotel bed next to him, nestled between a cradle of pillows, a newly-two year old Izuku sleeps soundly. 

Using restoration that way had never crossed his mind, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Outside of having to hold a hand over Izuku’s mouth to prevent him from screaming, and having to smuggle him out of the apartment, it was a lot easier than he expected it to be. And now, he gets to take care of and raise Izuku the way Sensei he wants to.

[mysterious-prophetess]

Chapter 5: 4 Arrival pt 2

Summary:

Past lives are explained, and meetings are had. However, the answers given only lead to more and more questions.

[boss-the-goofball]

The prize fic for @aimportantdragoncollector from back when I hosted the “Dad Wars” Event!

The request was for a sequel to our collab fic “Darth Omnus Verses the Boyfriends” where it’s Yoichi attempting to give the shovel talk to his nephew’s boyfriends...

Only to discover a lovely surprise at the end

[addrianastarflower]

When will you come back? (When the tides change and we can start anew, my child) by AddrianaStarflower

Boogie woogie woogies in Dad for One

Summary: A collection of Drabbles for Dad for One December 2022 focused on the interactions between Izuku and Dad for One

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationship:

Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One

Characters:

Sensei | All For One

Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya Inko

Kurogiri (My Hero Academia)

Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Additional Tags:

Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi

Drabble Collection

Drabble

Dad For One December

Sensei | All For One's Bad Parenting

Villain Midoriya Izuku

Villain Midoriya Hisashi

Informant Midoriya Izuku

Will add tags as I go

The MCD and Gore warning will appear in later chapters

they will be fully tagged and skippable

Language:

English

[lunardeao3]

Here's the schedule for this week:

Tuesday: Outbreak (chapter 3)

Wednesday: Bloodhound (chapter 15)

Thursday: Outbreak (chapter 4)

Friday: Downfall (chapter 70)

Saturday: The Art Of Falling (In Love) (chapter 16)