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Lunch time was a staple favorite of students all across the world. You got to eat, talk with your friends and there was no grade attached. A pracitcal godsend for the over achievers and the slackers alike to rest their brains in the middle of the day. For a place like UA, the food was divine, crafted by a hero who had dedicated so much of their hero work to rescue and helping feed victims of natural disasters.
That was the reputation Lunch Rush had earned from many years of service at UA.
Lunch Rush didn't mind not being a more... physical hero. He preferred cooking and being less known. Heck, most of his colleagues had never even seen his face. Even fewer knew his quirk. That was all fine with him. He used his quirk mainly for cooking now anyhow. His little flame worked wonders adding a "kiss" of heat to his dishes after all.
It certainly calmed his father down when he explained it to him.
Yeah dad. He knew that heroes were dangerous, he knew that he could never share his family with them, and he knew not to talk to any of them more than necessary.
It had only been drilled into him since he was born alongside the rapid rise of hero culture. And the fact that his son now was willingly walking the path of heroism was no need to remind him.
He had banked on the hope that Eraserhead would have shattered his dreams by now, perhaps expel him from the hero course as he had done with so many others before. Instead, he was surprisingly soft this year. Not one expulsion. Perhaps it was his dad's fault.
Attacking a class had given them a harsh awakening, making many of them aggressively focused on bettering themselves rather than getting complacent and expelled. Not that his son would ever get complacent, but it did mean that Eraserhead was less likely to expel at all when they were all working so hard. His expulsions were like dominos, once one fell, there was a cascade.
He couldn't wait that long though. Not when his son had already done so much damage to himself. He practically visited Recovery Girl daily with the injuries he had received since being accepted into UA. And that was unacceptable.
So, it was with a practiced movement and slightly heavy heart, he thought back to his dad's recipe of "Not today Katsudon."
A delectable dish going in, but a crippling after effect as payment.
It had been years since he thought about the recipe he had "altered" for his son, but there was nothing wrong with going back to basics for his son. He wouldn't be up to hero class after lunch. A fever would appear, his limbs would grow heavy and he would be too lethargic to argue or say much of anything.
He'd be sent to recovery girl, who he had gotten to leave for an emergency, to rest in the nurse's office. From there, he'd call his dad to send someone to pick him up.
He couldn't exactly call his wife, she still assumed he was overseas for his work, and she wouldn't hide Izuku away for his own safety. His grandfather would. It was something he was unsettling good at.
He just needed to set it in motion with a little drop of poison.
"Here you are Midoriya," he said handing Izuku his favored meal. He watched his son's eyes light up at the delicious looking meal.
"Thank you Lunch Rush!"
He gave a thumbs up, then continued serving the others.
Tomorrow, he might poison the rest of the school with something a little stronger. Weaken the teachers and the students in one swoop. He'd have to talk to his dad about slow acting and hard to trace poisons.
He thought about it as he continued to serve everyone who so blindly trusted him because he was a hero who served food. He wondered if they would trust him as much if they saw his face? He did take a lot after his dad after all. And he knew All Might was familiar with what his dad looked like.
Oh well, it didn't bother him. He'd be leaving the school tomorrow anyway. He and his son needed to talk about alternatives for his future and about that pesky little quirk that had appeared out of the blue. This little...
One for All.