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Izuku walked into his classroom after his lunch break, then froze. There, standing behind Aizawa’s usual podium, was his father. Hisashi Shigaraki wore a grey suit with no tie. He glanced down at his diamond-crusted watch. As soon as he spotted Izuku, his whole face lit up. He waved.
Please let this be an illusion. Maybe a villain’s quirk. Izuku looked all over the room, but failed to notice any discrepancies. He bit his cheek and felt pain. This nightmare appeared to be real.
“Whoa!” Kaminari whispered. “Is that the prime minister?”
Shouto nudged Izuku. “Is that your dad?”
“It had better not be,” Izuku said, glaring.
Hisashi ran forward and pulled Izuku into a hug. “My precious son! Seeing your smiling face reminds me why I lowered myself to lend my wisdom to this hive of braindead heroism.”
Izuku was most definitely not smiling. He squirmed free. “Please tell me that you didn’t break in here, then lock Mr. Aizawa in the closet.”
Hisashi snorted. “On the contrary, the rodent practically begged me to accept this part-time teaching position. Your usual brainwasher seemed happy to get a once-a-week break. Perhaps he was fed up suffering the antics of these miniature martyrs to a worthless cause.”
Izuku rubbed his forehead. “Dad, those aren’t very nice things to call Principal Nezu and Mr. Aizawa, and you definitely can’t talk about my classmates like that.”
Hanta Sero hopped up and down, waving. “Prime Minister Shigaraki, I’m a big fan of your proposals to reform Hero Society.” The rest of the class whispered and cast glances as they filed into the room.
“You’re my idol!” Mineta cried. “Prime Minister Shigaraki, I’m such a big fan of how many women are in love with you! Please, share your secrets so I may amass my own harem.”
Hisashi’s eyes scraped over Mineta as if refusing to acknowledge the repulsive thing in front of him could actually exist. He rapped the podium. “Seat yourselves immediately.”
At the sharp note in his voice, all conversation ceased, and Class 1-A immediately settled down at their desks.
From the front of the room, Hisashi’s eyes roamed over the class. “I’ve agreed to grant U.A. the honor of my presence as your history teacher, or as I like to call it, brainwashing deprogrammer. The only reason I’m here is because it gives me additional time to spend with my son.”
Izuku buried his blushing face in his hands. He could feel his classmates’ gazes on him. “Please, stop,” he muttered.
Shouto whispered, “Fathers are a great trial and tribulation. Mine is more violent and negligent rather than clingy and high-maintenance, but I feel your pain.”
This reminded Izuku that some people had it worse than him in the father department. He mouthed, “Thanks.”
“Because of my duties as Prime Minister, I can only spare one hour every Friday to cleanse your tiny minds of all the lies you’ve been fed from elementary through middle school. Since my son is a student here, in the interests of fairness, this class won’t be graded. However, your principal did allow me to give out detentions to anyone who annoys me.” Hisashi smiled in an entirely villainous way. The class cowered.
Hisashi pulled out a history textbook. “This is worthless government propaganda.” He dropped it in the trash can. “I’m far too busy to bother making lesson plans, so this class will take the form of a question and answer session. Someone shout out a historical fact from the dawn of the age of quirks, and I’ll tell you if it’s true or not.”
He waited. The students shifted and murmured.
Katsuki Bakugo put his feet up on his desk and sneered. “I’ll bite. Akira Shogo was Japan’s first professional hero.” From the smirk on his face, he clearly believed he’d won by providing such a basic, indisputable fact.
“That depends on your perspective,” Hisashi said. “If your definition of hero is ‘a vile, back-stabbing piece of scum who would cheerfully kill a small child in order to assure the general populace that he was one of the good metahumans there to protect them from the rest of us filth’ then sure, he was the first hero. I hate heroes, so I’ll accept that characterization of them. Next question?”
Katsuki sat up straight in his seat, his smile dropping off his face. “Wait, what does that mean?”
Momo said, “My middle school history teacher told us that Akira Shogo stood up for metahuman rights.”
Hisashi’s gaze fixed on her. “And how did he do that?”
Momo weathered the stare that had made grown politicians wet themselves. “According to my former teacher, he removed metahuman criminals off the streets, so the public stopped being afraid of people with powers.”
“Does that sound like the actions of any human rights activist you’ve ever heard of?” Hisashi snorted. “Let me tell you what ‘reassuring the populace’ looked like in practice. An ordinary citizen would spot someone with a scary-looking power. Quite possibly a child, since most of the metahuman population belonged to the younger generation in those days. Their darling hero Akira would arrive and beat up the hapless victim in a flashy fashion, quite possibly killing them. He’d get a new medal for each corpse.”
“You do make a good point.” Momo gnawed on her lip. “No one defends the rights of a minority group by arresting more of them, that simply doesn’t make sense. I remember asking my teacher about that, and he said Akira Shogo also donated to charitable causes looking after metahumans who lost their jobs or homes.”
“More like he lobbied for those causes, and the money went into his own pocket.” Hisashi shrugged. “I don’t expect you to believe me without questioning. That would only reinforce the wrong patterns of thought your teachers already imposed on you. I suggest reading the contemporary writings of Ken Ito, a reporter from the time period.”
“Ken…Ito…” Momo wrote the name down.
Mina raised her hand. “Who do you think was Japan’s first professional hero, then? If we use the definition of heroes as ‘people who protect the weak.’”
“Hmm.” Hisashi tapped his chin. “Hanaka Miura. She was obnoxiously determined, utterly unbribable, and exactly the kind of person who would die jumping in front of a truck to save a stray cat. Just the type of idiot your school will try to transform you into. But she was no fraud, I’ll give her that much.”
“I’ve never heard of her,” Mina said.
“You wouldn’t have. Her name got stricken from all records of the first team of heroes after Akira Shogo killed her.”
The class went silent.
Breaking the pensive atmosphere, Kirishima cried, “Crimson Riot, true hero or not?”
“I’d never met a more obnoxious moron until All Might came along.” Hisashi rolled his eyes. “That’s a yes, by the way.”
“Yes! Manly!” Kirishima pumped his fist in victory.
This unleashed a flood of historical names. Hisashi answered each question, often leading to a long story. Even Izuku had to admit he found it all fascinating. He took copious notes while occasionally looking up to glare at his father, just to be clear he still didn’t approve of his presence here.
“I thought of a definitely true fact.” A confident smile formed on Ojiro’s face. “Destro founded the now-vanquished Meta Liberation Army.”
“True, except for the vanquished part,” Hisashi said. “Those idiots are still amassing power and influence using the Detnerat Company, plotting to take over Japan. But hey, you did find an accurate fact. I think I’m supposed to give you one of these now.” He waved a sheet of smiley-face stickers. “Have the whole thing for all I care.”
“What?” The smile dropped off Ojiro’s face. “Shouldn’t someone be doing something about that?”
“I’ve got the situation under control.” The bored look on Hisashi’s face didn’t exactly inspire confidence.
Izuku made a mental note later to have a firm discussion with his father to make certain that “under control” didn’t mean “planning to use them to kill a bunch of political rivals and create a fake crisis around the time of the next election in order to secure more votes.”
Hisashi pulled out a piece of chalk and wrote The Corrupting Influence of Money on Heroics on the blackboard. “According to my syllabus, money and heroics should be my topic today, but the whole concept is ridiculous. If you want to make money, villainy is the way to go. Let’s just move on. What’s my lecture for next week?” He looked at his paper.
Ochaco Uraraka said, “But sir, what if your goal is to make money but also help people? Wouldn’t heroics then provide both financial support and personal satisfaction?”
Without even looking at her, Hisashi said, “You sound like a U.A. brochure. Let’s strip all those blah-blah ethical concerns from the situation. From a strictly rational perspective, wouldn’t villainy earn more money?”
“If we’re considering a hypothetical where ethics aren’t a factor…” Ochaco’s face shifted into an uncharacteristically cold expression. “The money might be greater, but so are the risks. Villainy functions like a pyramid scheme: the small number of people on top make massive sums of money, but lower-level subordinates frequently end up in jail if not dead. I don’t have the connections to start in a leadership role nor a particularly rare quirk, so I still think heroics would be my best prospect for long-term financial gain.”
“Oh-ho! Someone in this class of mindless hero fanatics actually has a brain!” Hisashi laughed with delight. “That’s exactly how most villainous organizations function. The smarter the villain, the more they’ll ensure most profits go to themselves, not their minions. If you don’t have what it takes to make it to the top, you’d better not play at all.” Hisashi fixed Ochaco with the intensity of his full attention. His eyes gleamed. “What would you say about becoming a hero but taking bribes from the villains, playing both sides?”
“Hmm.” Ochaco rested her chin on her hand. “That sounds like a fast way to make enemies among both heroes and villains and likely end up dead in a ditch. I’d only consider it if I needed money very fast, and if I did it, then I’d have a plan to get in, collect a huge payout, then retire immediately to a foreign country.”
“Right again!” Hisashi clapped his hands. “The only people I’ve ever seen successfully play both sides did just that. Remind me to tell you the story of Silt and Sandstorm later. You’ve obtained my interest, little girl.” He tossed her his business card. “Here’s your prize. If you ever want to learn how to become a wealthy double-agent, then give me a call.”
“Whoa, I got the prime minister’s business card,” Ochaco whispered. “My parents will be so excited to pitch their construction company.”
“Are we considering hypothetical ethical dilemmas?” Tenya sat up straight in his seat. “I would like to play too! I consider my ethical commitment to be my greatest pride, equal only to my commitment to my family.”
“Then what would you do if those two commitments ever contradicted themselves?” Hisashi asked.
Tenya frowned. “I don’t see how such a thing would be possible. My parents are model citizens, and my brother Ingenium is the ideal hero.”
“Then supposed a villain maimed or murdered your brother.” Hisashi kept speaking over Tenya’s outraged gasp. “Would you consider it more important to carry out justice or avenge your relative?”
Tenya tilted his head, considering. “I suppose in that case I would need to murder the villain responsible, then immediately turn myself in.”
Izuku face-palmed. Tenya couldn’t possibly be serious, could he? But he wasn’t the type to joke. Apparently his friend had greater depths than Izuku had previously realized—in a worrying way.
The calm dropped off Hisashi’s face. “Absolutely not! Have you ever considered how it would make your older brother feel to see you go to jail for him? The baby brother who he’s been lovingly raising and protecting? You’d hurt him even worse than his injuries ever could. If you’re going to murder someone for your brother, then you should damn well have a solid alibi prepared first and a secluded spot to hide the body.”
Tenya muttered, “I think…what you’re saying is…even if I turn myself in after committing a murder, I would still bring grief and disgrace down on my family. The ridiculousness of your example must have been meant to deter me from such a dark path. Thank you for your wisdom, sir!”
“That’s not what I meant at all, but whatever.” Hisashi scanned the class. “Who else here struggles with a pointless attachment to ethics?”
Fumikage said, “As a creature of darkness, I often wonder if I belong in this class full of light beings.” Behind him, Dark Shadow nodded. “On an unrelated note, would I look better wearing anarcho-punk or hardcore punk?”
“You’re going through a phase, I went through that as a teenager too. If anyone makes you feel like you don’t belong, stab them until they stop screaming. I recommend hardcore punk so you can use your spikes as a murder weapon.” Hisashi looked around for another victim. “Next question?”
Katsuki called, “Should my hero name be Great Explosive Murder God or King of Explodo Kills?”
“Both are stupid, but neither quite stupid enough to encompass your sheer lack of brain cells. I suggest Explodo-rude or Heroshima. Next question?”
Shouto raised his hand, a dead serious look on his face. “I get a strange feeling in my stomach whenever I look at one of my classmates. Being in his presence makes me happy. I have a disturbingly large collection of pictures of him that I muse over late at night. I can’t tell if this feeling is a crush or closer to the worship of a pilgrim to a god. Do you think I might be gay or maybe bisexual?”
Izuku flinched. He couldn’t figure out why the notion of Shouto falling in love made him uncomfortable when he ought to be happy for his friend.
Hisashi replied, “I don’t know and don’t care, unless you’re talking about my son, in which case you’re soon to be neutered.”
Shouto said, “Yes, it was Izuku.”
The entire classroom went silent as a graveyard.
Izuku’s brain short-circuited. “Gah,” emerged from his mouth. Then another “Gah. Gah. Gah.”
Hisashi’s hair stood on end. Red light glowed on his palms. His pupils had completely vanished. He looked like an eldritch creature from a horror movie. He growled, “You have detention with me after school, and I suggest you set your affairs in order ahead of time. Say goodbye to your family. Write a will.”
Dark Shadow cowered behind Fumikage. Shoji covered his face with many hands. Mineta fainted dead away. Aoyama, the only person oblivious to the tense atmosphere, whooped and shouted, “You go, Shouto! What a sparkly public confession!”
Actually, there were two oblivious people. Shouto said, “I seem to have committed a faux-paus.” He clasped his hands together. “I understand, I should have asked for your permission first. May I date your son?”
“Detention for the rest of your life, which will not be long.”
Izuku shouted, “Great, we’ll serve detention together, because I already got a detention earlier this morning.”
Hisashi’s face froze. “No detention!”
Shouto said, “But Izuku, that is not true…oooo, understood.” He rubbed the back of his neck where Izuku’s eraser had bounced off.
“Please, any more questions?” Izuku asked, desperate to change the subject. He made pleading eyes at his classmates.
Under the force of these puppy eyes, Kodo blurted out, “Sometimes I don’t think my quirk is good enough to become a professional hero.”
As usual, talk of quirks immediately grabbed Hisashi’s attention. His neck snapped around. “Hmm? You have a great quirk—I’d steal it in a heartbeat. Control over animals is highly versatile: birds can be used for reconnaissance, dogs can be used for attacks, insects can be used for burrowing. Give you the right animals, and you could kill everyone else in this room. The heroes are just too weak to let you use your power to its full potential. Have you ever heard of army ants? If you were my minion, I’d get you some army ants, then you’d be unstoppable.”
“What an interesting analysis.” Asui raised her hand. “Will you do me next?”
Hisashi looked her over. “What type of frog are you?”
“I…don’t know.”
“You’d certainly better find out, then. Waxy tree frogs can stick to branches, Vietnamese mossy frogs can camouflage, and hairy frogs can break their own bones to produce claws.”
Asui sank down in her seat, muttering, “If I can do anything a frog can do, I wonder if I could do that. I’ve never broken a bone before, how would I test it?” Izuku wondered why she was looking at him as she said this.
The entire class exploded with cries of “Do my quirk next!” In short order the so-called history class had turned into a long quirk analysis session. Izuku was just glad no one had gotten murdered.
After class ended, he attempted to sneak out. He avoided being caught by his dad for another hug, but Ochaco and Tenya cornered him by the water fountain.
“Your dad is so cool,” Ochaco gushed.
“Sure, until you get to know him better,” Izuku grumbled.
Tenya said, “Sometimes family members like to embarrass each other, but I can tell he loves you a lot.”
“There’s some information written on the back of the card he gave me.” Ochaco held it up. “It seems to be stock market tips. Do you think they’re for real?”
“He wouldn’t consider that worth lying about,” Izuku said. “It’s probably your prize for answering his questions.”
“His jokes are extremely funny,” Ochaco said.
Izuku winced. “He’s not joking. About anything he said. Including trying to turn you into a spy, so seriously, don’t call him.”
“I didn’t always get his jokes,” Tenya said. “However, I instinctively feel your father shared wisdom that will be valuable to me someday. Please thank him for me.”
“Uh-huh,” Izuku said, without sincerity.
“Now, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Tenya attempted to give a knowing look. It didn’t work on his face.
“Uh…I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Izuku said.
“Shouto just asked you out! Don’t you need to give him an answer?” Ochaco slapped him on the back. “Not that I can’t guess what you’ll say. I’ve seen how you look at him.”
“You have?” Izuku asked weakly. Up until this point it would have been news to him that he looked at Shouto in any particular way. He admired the other boy of course, they were good friends, and he’d felt uncomfortable at the thought of Shouto have a crush on anyone else…oh, that probably was something he needed to self-examine.
“Congratulations,” Ochaco said, shoving him down the hallway toward Shouto.
Izuku dug in his heels. “Wait, I—”
Then Shouto turned around and smiled at him, and Izuku stopped trying to run away.
Standing in the teachers’ lounge collecting his belongings into a briefcase, Hisashi muttered, “I’m forgetting something important…I just know it…oh! I need to go murder that Todoroki boy!”
Toshinori whirled around so fast his wheely chair rattled. “Hisashi! You can’t threaten to murder students! That was a strict condition of your employment at U.A.”
“But he confessed to Izuku.” Hisashi made this sound like a bomb threat.
“What, really?” Toshinori frowned. “They’re both far too young for dating. I mean, they’re only in high school.”
“Exactly! Practically infants!”
“I can’t believe how fast they grow up…I remember when young Izuku didn’t even come up past my hip…”
“My precious, darling baby is too small to be exposed to advanced concepts like dates. He might be traumatized.”
“Now he’s blasting robots to smithereens with his fists…when did he become a full-fledged hero and I didn’t even notice?”
“This must be part of some Todoroki family scheme.” Hisashi’s eyes narrowed. “First they tried to claim my brother as their long-lost relative. Then when I foiled them by tying up Dabi and dumping him on their doorstep, they still kept coming around my house raiding my refrigerator and swimming in my pool. Worse, they have the nerve to ‘jokingly’ refer to my Yuuto and Izuku as their honorary brothers. Their latest scheme must be to become my in-laws by marrying off their overly precocious little sexpot to my naïve, innocent son.” He punched a hand into his fist. “Dumping the brat’s head in their bed will serve as a warning.”
Toshinori stared for a long moment. Then he snorted. “Now I know you’re joking.”
“Fantasizing, more like.” Hisashi rolled his eyes. The tension went out of the room. “Izuku would never forgive me if I laid one finger on his precious friends.” In a lower voice, he muttered, “Even though several of them have wonderful quirks they’re underutilizing. Such a shame.”
Toshinori laughed with relief. “It’s only natural to experience melancholy about your child growing up—I completely feel the same way.”
“Instead, I’m going to find Izuku and explain to him that if he ever speaks to the Todoroki boy again, I’ll financially ruin the whole family.” Hisashi spoke with unnerving calmness. “I’ll arrange for the adults to lose their jobs and be framed for serious crimes. Izuku’s conscience will never allow him to risk harm to someone else. He’ll withdraw from U.A. and allow me to homeschool him. From inside a nice, safe bank vault.”
Toshinori stared. “This time you’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. As a father, my son’s safety comes first.”
“You can’t keep him safe by preventing him from growing up and living his life to the fullest.” Toshinori stood up to his giant height. “I felt surprised at first too, but young Izuku is a teenager and it’s perfectly normal for him to have his first crush. Neither of us should interfere. I won’t let you take his innocent happiness away. No matter what, I’ll protect young Izuku’s youthful springtime!”
“Won’t let me, huh?” Hisashi met his nemesis’ eyes.
“I. Won’t. Let. You.” The hero All Might growled out each word.
Five minutes later, Aizawa walked to the teachers’ lounge holding a cup of coffee.
He opened the door to see Hisashi dragging himself forward with Toshinori glued to his leg.
“Let go!” Hisashi snarled, shaking.
“Never!” Toshinori clung on with all his strength. “Aizawa, help me!”
Aizawa stared at them. Then he went to his desk.
“Please, Aizawa!” Toshinori cried behind him. “He’s about to start activating his quirks! I need Erasure!”
“I’m coming,” Aizawa said. He set down his coffee, reached into his desk drawer, and pulled out a bottle of stomach ulcer medicine. He downed the whole thing in one gulp. Then he turned around to face his doom.
Principal Nezu tapped his pencil on his desk. “Prime Minister Shigaraki, we had a strict agreement that you were not to use any of your quirks on U.A.’s campus, barring the defense of yourself or students.”
Hisashi sat strapped to a chair in a straightjacket. The principal’s office had been rigged with guns pointing at him in all directions. He growled, “I was protecting my son’s innocence—”
Nezu held up the contract. “I’m afraid there’s no clause giving you the ability to interfere in Izuku Midoriya’s love life.”
“Because I’d assumed he was too young to have one—”
“Regardless of the reason for the oversight, you now owe me a favor.” Nezu tapped the next line of the contract.
Hisashi glared, squirmed, and eventually said, “Depends on what favor you want, rodent.”
“This is mutually beneficial, I promise.” Nezu beamed and steepled his fingers. “During your class, the Metahuman Liberation Army came up.”
“Those idiots are finally starting to cause trouble?” Hisashi snorted. “I fail to see how that’s my problem.”
“As Prime Minister of Japan, anything affecting the well-being of our nation is your problem. You have an election year coming up. The citizens will vote for the incumbent based on if they’re happy with the current state of Japan, regardless of whether any issues are technically your fault.”
“That’s why I planned to let those fanatics run free a little longer, keeping Japan peaceful until my election was safely over.”
“Ah, but do you know what would be even better for your reelection prospects? A major victory over an enormous group of villains.” Nezu’s voice filled with promise. “Imagine if the Prime Minister himself was seen fighting against the enemy. The heroes would even issue a statement of support for your help, the closest thing we’re allowed to an election endorsement.”
“It sounds suspiciously like you want me to fight your battles for you.” Hisashi snorted.
“I could remind you of that favor, but instead I’ll sweeten the pot.” Nezu winked. “How would you like to destroy some heroes?”
“…What’s the catch?”
“No catch at all! I have a list of corrupt heroes who belong in prison, and who better to gather the evidence necessary than you?”
Hisashi raised his eyes to the ceiling. “In other words, I’m doing more of your work.”
“I like to think of this as us helping each other. Didn’t you campaign on a platform against government corruption?” Nezu leaned forward. “Just imagine, you can destroy the lives of heroes completely legally, and the populace will even cheer as you do it. Your son will be happy to join you in this cause. Picture the two of you, working to destroy heroes together.”
Hisashi eyed the principal over the collar of his straightjacket. “I have to admit, you weren’t kidding when we first met—you are a very persuasive rodent.”
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: Sex Education
Nezu: Prime Minister Shigaraki, would you mind handling sex education for Class 1-A as well? Aizawa usually just puts on a video and refuses to meet his students’ eyes afterward.
Hisashi: Sure, no problem. Class 1-A, feel free to bone frequently and in as many configurations as you’d like. Don’t use protection because the more of you drop out due to pregnancy or STDs, the fewer heroes will plague the world. But if any of you so much as looks in my son’s direction, I’ll kill you. Any questions?
Nezu: Not all my ideas can be brilliant ones.
#
Omake: Katsuki Bakugo’s Bad Naming Sense
Katsuki: Explodo-rude! I might like that.
Kirishima: Buddy, do you realize that was an insult?
Katsuki: But I could curse people out and claim it was part of my character.
Kirishima: (Desperate to stave off the madness and save his friend) What do you think about Dynamight?
Katsuki: Great Explodo-rude Murder God Dynamight! It’s perfect!
#
Omake: FYI, All for One Has a Villain Fanclub and a Civilian Fanclub
Mineta: Izuku, my buddy! My pal! My fellow future harem king!
Izuku: Please don’t call me that.
Mineta: Since we’re so close, won’t you pretty please tell me the secret of how your father amassed a harem?
Izuku: He doesn’t have a harem. In fact, he hasn’t dated at all for as long as I’ve known him. I get the feeling that he has very, very high standards.
Mineta: But he has a fan club, thousands of women sending him presents, and one lovely lady even threw her panties at him during his last speech.
Izuku: He had her arrested for public indecency. I count myself lucky he didn’t do worse given her underpants hit him in the face. He doesn’t actually want any of that attention.
Mineta: Hmm, I think you’re implying that the secret to your father’s success is to exude an aura of intense celibacy. Reverse psychology, nice trick.
Izuku: You’re making this far more complicated than it actually is, he’s a rich and handsome celebrity—(Izuku comes to a realization.) I mean, yes! That’s the big secret! If you want to attract women, then you should ignore them. Don’t talk to them, don’t touch them, don’t even go near them.
Later:
Momo: Mineta hasn’t harassed any of us girls in weeks. It’s amazing!
Izuku: You’re welcome and enjoy it while it lasts.
#
Omake: Meanwhile, at the Prime Minister’s Office
Secretary: Just look at all these marriage offers.
Hisashi: (In a bored voice.) I’m still in mourning for my late wife.
Note to Custody Battle readers: You’re not remembering wrong, he wasn’t married to Inko in this AU. This is his go-to excuse.
Secretary: But some of these alliances are very politically appealing. Is your younger brother available?
Hisashi: Hissssssssssssssssss.
Secretary: (Looking at the smoking hole that Hisashi’s eyes have drilled into the wall right next to his head.) I’ll turn them all down immediately, sir.
#Some of those presents sent to the Shigaraki mansion were for Yuuto #But Hisashi destroyed them all before his brother or son could see them #He’s an old hand at interfering in his little brother’s love life #But he’d hoped to have a few more years before he had to chase them off Izuku #The Todoroki confession came as a nasty surprise