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Izuku is watering his spider lily’s. They were thirsty bitches after all. They may not be the usual flowers people tend to grow considering their associations with death, but he found them oddly beautiful. Even if they did used to be left on his desk in high school. Man, they were a rough few years, no friends, just a longing to graduate. He didn’t stand a chance in the UA entrance exams just like All Might and Bakugou said. He’d long stopped being Kacchan to him. He was just some pretentious hero who thought he was better than everyone else. Although… that was always the case, right? Just because of his stupid, explosive quirk he thought he was above everyone else. He slams his watering can down.

Breathe Izuku.

He takes a deep breath in and out and looks out over his hard work. Fields and fields of Spider lily’s (and other just important flowers) as far as the eye can see. It has taken months to get it the balance right between plants and what they need in the soil, acid or alkali and moisture level that kind of thing. It was a good way to channel his analysis skills away from heroes as well as providing a decent distraction which was needed with everything that happened shortly after his graduation. His mother had died in a villain attack, collateral damage, unavoidable. The freshly hired side kick had told him… Charge Bolt if Izuku remembers correctly. Izuku had broken down crying and Charge Bolt had left him alone, not sure what to say or do in that situation. The landlord from the apartment he had lived in since he was a baby, grown up in, had memories of, started the eviction process the next week the day after his mother’s funeral and he had to be out by the end of the month. He had managed to find a small run-down house with more holes in the walls than actual wall he could both afford to buy and was allowed to buy… stupid quirkless housing laws. He wasn’t allowed to live in certain areas of the city and the places he could live were way out of his price range.

But he had found a house and using his inheritance from his mother he bought it and managed to do up the house to be lovely. He had painted the walls a lovely pale mint green colour with white wood floors in most of the house as well as putting a carpet down in some rooms where the original floor boards were too rotted to be salvaged so he pulled them up and replaced them with different wood but it looked out of place so he covered the new wood. He also built a few extensions for a library and to make the kitchen bigger. He also added indoor plumbing, which was nice, there was only one bathroom but there was also only one him so that works out well. He also installed some solar panels and some rain catchers to help keep his bills low. Plus, the acres of land around it where he could grow his spider lilies (and other flowers and herbs) to his heart’s content! He was even able to sell his flowers as bouquets, wholesale, in medicinal creams, lotions, balms and capsules as well as beauty products he makes at home with all organic ingredients. He sells them online with great success! His business is small with just him there, but people seem to love them, and he kept his prices as reasonable as he could. He still had to eat and afford all the bills associated with home owning and running his own business. Mainly internet and his landline. (He didn’t know this but multiple pro heroes such as Creati, Pinky, Uravity and Copycat all use his face creams and swear by them.) Was he rich? No. Was he living comfortably? Yes. He had warm clothes, a warm bed and warm food and the town he lived in was nice and people seemed friendly. Plus, he has a cat now! A spoiled little pure white prince called Tuna.

Most importantly no one knew he was quirkless.

Which meant no one treated him like he was garbage or less than human. Which was a very nice change of pace for him.

Safe to say things for Izuku Midoriya were looking up.

That was until he was tending to some spider lilies in his green house, he had spliced them to be even redder than normal and he kept them in here in case there were an aggressive species or in capable of having seeds used. He couldn’t wait to see what they were capable of, unfortunately he’d never get to see that as some asshole in black and purple falls through the roof of his greenhouse and smash his plants to smithereens.

Oh hell no.

Hitoshi crouches down atop the house of Izuku Midoriya, leaning against the chimney, the shade is nice this time of day. The house itself is a little cottage in a town in the countryside. The town was tiny, a few housing estates, a small corner shop filled with vegetables and other small items. There’s no phone signal. Like none. No bars no 5G not even E. Which means no cat videos for him.

Also means he can’t phone in to the agency easily to update the situation.

Which is also why he has a weekly check in rather than daily like Eraserhead first suggested. Which was also a step up from the hourly Present Mic first suggested. He’s 24 now. Not some fresh-faced graduate baby he can handle himself and he can kick ass!

He took down a drug cartel last year for God’s sake!

And sure, he and Denki broke up a few months ago and he cried but that was normal! Relationships end and it’s sad and sure, he and Jiro started dating officially a few weeks later (unofficially they had been dating for a year Hitoshi still cracks a little bit inside when he thinks about it). But he’s fine, he’s coping, and his work is going great. He’s busy all the time! And who needs to date? Not him. Nope. He’s perfectly fucking happy. Plus, Denki and Jiro just announced they were pregnant with their first kid, so when the company, Spider Lilies and Other Pretty Things or SLOPT, popped up on radars for the miracle drugs that cured everything they said they did and more. Like they cured everything from colds to cancer if the reports were to be believed. Which whilst illegal wasn’t exactly something they wanted to stop ya know… however, some drugs were causing hallucinations, psychotic episodes and at least ten people have died and 30 more have been injured in the past month since the case got brought to their attention.

So, he was watching the green haired man go about his daily business. He would wake up at 5AM which, why, make himself some breakfast, feed his cat who was cute, the cat… not the man… although the man was also easy on the big green doe like eyes and those freckles make him weak in the knees, after feeding the two of them he would give the kitty some scritches and walk out into his gardens, which was huge, acres of flowers and medicinal herbs but the Spider Lilies he would take the most care of, they stood in a greenhouse, in the middle of it all. The spider lilies were also the reddest he’d ever seen, almost unnaturally so. Was that his quirk? Increasing the effects of plants? But he could almost see the beauty in the spider lilies, even if he got his fair share in middle school. Then the man, Izuku Midoriya, would take a break for lunch, a sandwich, apple, bag of crisps and a chocolate bar that he had packed into a small basket covered with a green and white checked cloth. He would sit out in the sun; parking is fine ass in the middle of a field, leaning back and basking his tanned freckled kissed skin in the sunlight, seriously how could one man be so cute yet hot. A small smile on his face as he eats. He’d sit there for a while, eyes closed and looking so content. Then he’d check his phone and disappear into a small looking workshop and emerge with potions and balms and pills and vials and face creams and moisturisers and even jewellery and coasters… did it go underground? He should go and investigate down there some more. Then Izuku would go back into his house and start boxing up orders, all in pretty red packaging with black ribbons before heading out to the local post office, smiling and walking with people as he rode his bike though the village, those packages in his bike basket. He would post his packages. Then head home, feed his cat again and cook himself some dinner. Dancing around his kitchen, he was really a terrible dancer. Truly bad. Like the worst he’s ever seen. But he seems happy, very much so with a huge, cute smile on his face. He eats his dinner and retires to his library, with a book in his hands and his cat purring on his lap. He would sit and read and listen to music, the books were usually sci-fi or fantasy fiction. There were sometimes old books on quirks mixed in there. He would then brush and play with his cat before taking a shower and going to bed before waking up and doing it all over again the next day.

Hitoshi had no idea why Izuku would start making illegal drugs but here he is.

And if you told him when he took this case, he would be startled by a passer-by shouting up at him when he was leaning against the man’s chimney as he tended to his spider lilies, which caused him to slip and fall when he started this mission, you’d be dead wrong. But alas… here he is… falling. He falls through the air. Closing his eyes.

He feels something crack under him and shatter as he falls, thank the Gods for damage proof fabrics designed by Mei Hatsume.

When he opens his eyes, he’s surrounded by spider lilies and looking directly up at an angel with a halo of light reflecting around his hair, his face obscured due to the sudden light of heaven. What looks like sparkly glitter falls around, small sparkles in the air. Hitoshi is left with only thought.

Am I dead?

Izuku looks down at the Hobo that broke his green house, not into, no that would have been too easy. This fucker had to come in through the bloody roof, how the fuck does someone even get up there?! The only thing up there was like the roof of his house.

Wait a minute.

Was the handsome hobo man who broke his spider lilies trying to burgle his house? Izuku takes a deep breath and centres himself.

“What the fuck?” Izuku snaps. The man’s eyes widen at the use of his words. He has large bags under lavender coloured eyes, jeeze does he even sleep? He should sleep more. There’s a light scruff growing around his mouth, strands of lavender growing from pale skin. Something tingles in the back of his brain in familiarity… has he seen him around? His clothes, somehow match his hair perfectly, a purple scarf with a jump suit purple shade is so dark it’s almost black. Odd.

“I uh… was just dropping in?” The Hobo says with a sheepish grin. Izuku’s heart flutters.

“I didn’t notice.” Izuku deadpan. Then he realises he’s alone with a potential burglar and grabs his pruning shears and pointing them straight at the Hobo’s chest so if he moves, he’ll get impaled.

“Izuku! I saw- oh you have it handled.” Juno, a tall slender woman with pale blue hair, and matching sky-blue eyes says. Her quirk allows her enhanced senses… she must have heard something happening and came to investigate. He loved his community so much.

“Thanks Juno.” Izuku says with a genuine smile at her. The hobo man scowls a little as Juno smiles back.

“I’ll leave you too it and if you kill him recycle him mulch him for the plants!” She says, walking off with a little wave of her hand. Izuku feels a soft smile cross his face, she was nice but not his type. He slowly looks down to the hobo, arms folded and his face falling back into a scowl.

“Please don’t kill me.” The Hobo says, looking up at him with pleading cute eyes. A low growl escapes Izuku’s chest as his eyes narrow even more. The Hobo starts sweating slightly. Jokes on him, Izuku is just trying not to cry.

“Give me one reason asshole. You broke my fucking greenhouse! I built this myself!” Izuku says, gesturing around wildly to the smashed glass and broken metal… man he’s seriously lucky he didn’t get seriously hurt.

“I uh… I can help rebuild it?” The Hobo says, with a kinda cute sheepish grin as he looks around.

“You can?” Izuku glares down at the man. He’s not… bad looking. Needs a shower, some clean clothes and shave. But he’s kinda cute. Focus Izuku! He shakes his head a little bit, now is not the time to fall into those lavender eyes of his.

“Yup! I’m really good with my hands.” The Hobo says, letting that sit. Izuku blinks, he knows how that sounds right? Oh, he so does judge by the colour his face is currently turning, the level of blush he’s got would give Izuku a run for his money. A bright red that is a shade similar to the flowers he’s lying in. “Building things with my hands! I mean! I uh… I think I have a concussion.” He says, going to sit up and falling back amongst the glass. That’s how you get cuts!

“How did you even get above my greenhouse? A flying quirk?” Izuku asks, he wants to know what he’s dealing with here… safety ya know… even if he does have this pruning sheers into his chest.

“… I was on the roof of your house.” The Hobo says, Izuku sighs… well there’s only really question he has right now…

“WHY?!” He shouts, pushing the sheers down slightly. The Hobo man rolls his head to look at him, a one-sided smile on his face, oh Gods above that’s hot.

“Because… I wanted to be.” The Hobo says, finger gunning Izuku… it’s adorkable.

“Uh huh. Come on. I’ll bandage you up. I make a great salve for cuts.” Izuku says, pulling the Hobo up and resting him over his shoulder, clipping the pruning shears to his belt. He hit a growth spurt in high school making him a cool 6ft… still short but still somehow taller than the man who’s leaning against him. Not by much, maybe an inch or two. Izuku leads The Hobo into the house to get him sorted and as soon as the door opens Tuna comes waddling over. Meowing for her supper. Fat little shit she is.

“Kitty!” The hobo man says, looking at the cat. A huge smile on his face. So he likes cats. Good. Probably not allergic considering he’s dropped to his knees and makes kissy faces at Tuna who looks so unamused by this situation it’s comical. Just resting ‘put me down human’ face.

“Yea. Her name is Tuna.” Izuku says, deadpan as he kinda gently kinda roughly grabs The Hobo and hauls him up by his feet from under his armpits and to his feet.

“Tuna? Why’d ya call the kitty Tuna?” The Hobo says, pushing The Hobo into a seat at the dining room table. The Hobo keeps petting Tuna who’s trying to escape. Izuku goes to take his cat but The Hobo smacks his hand.

“Because I thought I’d be hilarious to name a cat a type of fish.” Izuku says, getting some of his home-made cut salve out of the cupboard. Tea tree to reduce inflammation, primrose due to tradition and who is he to mess with that and chamomile to help heal the wound. He also hands him a pill of ground Turmeric to aid in wound healing, mint for digestion and lemon. The last one is just for taste but still… useful! The Hobo takes the pill with a glass of water as Izuku gives him some stitches as just because he uses herbal remedies doesn’t mean he rejects all modern things… come on now.

Hitoshi blinks as he’s hauled up off the ground, his arm going around Izuku’s shoulders. The boy is muscley. Not overly so like a lot of heroes but the subtle kind of muscle you don’t see until your lying flat on your back from one punch. It’s kinda hot. He’s led into the house, a nice little cottage with pale cream walls and a thatched roof. Inside is just as quaint, a large wooden table is pressed against the wall in the cute kitchen. The wooden counter tops seem quaint and well-made as do the cabinets, covered with a cloth covering on the bottom. The he sees the most important being to him right now,

“Kitty!” He goes to play with the cat, picking up the fuzzy baby and fussing over it. Izuku stops him and deposits him on a chair, he named his cat Tuna. That’s fucking hilarious. Izuku walks away and opens the cupboard, grabbing a pot of salve from the cupboard. No wait. Bad. Salve are- it’s being applied to his forehead and something is being shoved down his throat that tastes like mint, lemons and something else and drinks a glass of water he’s shoved. Then his head is being stitched, it’s a practiced motion and Izuku’s face is one of pure concentration, then it’s being bandaged with soft yet calloused hands. Did he do this a lot to himself? Did he have medical training? How can he do this?

“I need to take your shirt off-” The sentence does continue but Hitoshi can’t focus on the words at all. Next thing he sees is fingers snapping in his face. “Pay attention. Shirt off. Need to check for cuts.” Izuku says. Hitoshi takes his shirt off. Izuku runs his hands over his chest, surveying his body. Hitoshi feels his cheeks flush a little bit as Izuku’s hands run over his body. “You got lucky. No cuts, just some bruises.”

“Lucky me.” Hitoshi says with a smile. Izuku shoots him a withering look.

“But you also broke my fucking greenhouse.” He says, anger seeping into his voice. Hitoshi pouts a little bit, he did feel bad, but it was a good way to get into the house without arousing too much suspicion.

“M sorry.” Hitoshi says, batting his eyes at him. Izuku blinks in surprise.

“I’m guessing you don’t have the money to pay for a new one and replace my fucking plants.” Izuku says, glaring at him. Hitoshi shivers, he can see the drug kingpin vibes now he’s not playing with his cat through a window. He does have the money, but it would be easier to get more information if he’s in the house. So no paying for him. Yup this is the most logical choice and wasn’t because Izuku was hot.

“I uh… I can help make the flowers pretty.” Hitoshi says with a goofy smile. Izuku raises an eyebrow.

“Yea, you definitely have a concussion. I’ll call the doctor for you. Stay here.” Izuku says, walking off to go use a landline phone. Who still uses those nowadays? Tuna jumps up on his lap and Hitoshi starts petting him as he starts purring.

__________________________________________________________________________________Izuku says goodbye to the doctor, he came in, healed The Hobo and left with a thick wad of cash. He’ll just add it to the tab, he can work it off. The food and board will be free because he’s not a heartless asshole here, come on now. Izuku turns to The Hobo who’s playing with his cat, the traitorous little bastard that she is.

“I’m so sorry for your green house.” The Hobo says, he seems a lot more cognisant now he doesn’t have a concussion… but that tends to happen when you don’t have brain trauma.

“I would say it’s alright but that would be a lie.” Izuku says, folding his arms and glaring at him. Sensing his anger Tuna jumps off The Hobo’s lap and into Izuku’s arms. The Hobo looks a little upset as she does, but Izuku gives her some pets as he feeds her, giving her a fully body pet as she goes to eat.

“I’ll be more than willing to help rebuild your greenhouse and help recultivate your flowers.” The Hobo says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Damn straight you will and the money for the doctor too. The man is NOT cheap…” Izuku says, that little visit put a little dent in his savings but maybe having some help around here won’t be so bad?

“Right.” The Hobo says, with a small nod. Izuku beckons for Hitoshi to follow him up the stairs, Izuku fully realises this man could just rob him over night and shank him for good measure on the way out the door. He probably shouldn’t be an asshole but also… his greenhouse is no longer standing.

“Now follow me to your room. I don’t use it often, so you’ll need to make the bed. Do you know how to do that?” Izuku asks, he’s also not sure if this man has ever seen a soft bed… or a shower sweet Jesus. He needs one. Izuku takes some fresh linens out of the cupboard.

“Yes.” The Hobo says, as he takes the linens.

“Good. And because I can’t keep calling you Hobo… what’s your name?” Izuku asks, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. The Hobo blinks a little bit, not sure what to do? Or just shocked to be asked his name?

“My- oh… it’s Hitoshi. Hitoshi Shinso.” The Hobo, Hitoshi Shinso says with a small nod.

“Well, Shinso. Bathrooms down the hall, feel free to use whatever you find in there for, shampoo, conditioner and bodywash n shit and then hit the hay. We start at 5AM.” Izuku says, standing off the wall. Hitoshi nods, numbly and walks past him to the bathroom.

Hitoshi takes to life on Izuku’s farm surprisingly easily. It was peaceful and calm especially when compared to the stress he’s under at work, hero work is stressful from the HSPC breathing down his neck all the time for his ‘potential for villainy’ to the amount of work he was taking on to move on from Denki… and the fact he’s moved on completely. Plus… Izuku’s cooking was amazing. Like delicious and filling after a long day working in the fields or helping rebuild the framework for the greenhouse, and Hitoshi wishes he could eat it for the rest of his life. Especially the pork katsudon. God he could that every day and not get sick of it. Plus (when his greenhouse isn’t freshly destroyed) Izuku is a genuinely nice and sweet guy, smart and able to hold conversations about so many different topics from discussions surrounding quirk laws and how they can be applied to everyday situations to cute cat outfits… in fact the only thing he doesn’t seem well versed on is modern day heroes. Hitoshi had mentioned a few classmates and gotten nothing but a blank stare and blinking from him… well until now.

“Chargebolt?” Hitoshi says, the two men are sat in Izuku’s library on the ground, picking at a plate of freshly baked cookies between the two of them as the fireplace crackles behind them. They often spend the nights talking in here, by the fire. The light makes Izuku’s eyes light up in a way that make it them look like they’re glowing. Even when they narrow slightly at the mention of the name. Hero hatred? Hitoshi feels his heart hammer in his chest, is that why he’s making those salves and pills in his little workshop, a place where Hitoshi isn’t allowed to go… and he can’t push his luck…

“Unfortunately.” Izuku says, snapping a cookie in two. “He was responsible for telling me my mother died.” Izuku says, tears beading in his eyes. Hitoshi blinks and slides in closer, his hand brushing over Izuku’s on the carpet. Izuku doesn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry.” Hitoshi says, he means it. “How did she…”

“Collateral in a villain attack… Chargebolt told me she was unavoidable collateral damage.” Izuku says, his voice cracking as a tear leaks out of his eye. Hitoshi gently wipes it away and Izuku blinks. Hitoshi goes to retreat away from Izuku’s amazingly freckled face, but he grips his hand gently. Almost begging him to stay and not retreat. Hitoshi complies.

“If I ever see him, I’ll punch him for you.” Hitoshi says, meaning it. Telling a grieving person that it was unavoidable is disgusting and he could have lost his licence over a comment like that… hell he should have.

“It was years ago now… I was fresh out of high school.” Izuku says, the sadness still presents in his voice. Hitoshi squeezes his hand gently, if Izuku was fresh out of high school so were Denki and Hitoshi… still in puppy love… Gods above when did he say that. Did he come home to him like nothing was wrong? Hitoshi feels stomach churn.

“Well, there’s only more hero I can think of…” Hitoshi says, trying to change the subject to someone else. Hopefully Izuku doesn’t know this prick, I mean what would the chances be? Minimal at best.

“Oh?” Izuku says, tilting his head to one side. Hitoshi feels his cheeks flush at how cute that expression on his face is.

“Ground Zero.” Hitoshi says, looking at Izuku as the colour drains from his face and he takes his hand out from under his and recoils a little bit. He knows him?! How the fuck does he know him?! Whyyyy is he making things worse.

“Yea. I know that bastard. Where does he rank?” Izuku asks, voice wavering. Oh no… he made this so much worse than before…

“Number one.” Hitoshi says, swallowing hard. Izuku pauses before crying, tears streaming out of his eyes and hitting the ground. Tuna rushes over to Izuku and gives Hitoshi the stink eye as she rushes past him and curls up on Izuku’s knee. “Izuku?”

“Sorry… we um… we went to middle school together… he bullied me pretty badly…” Izuku says, petting Tuna. The name was still hilarious to him… and his explanation seemed to ring a bell in his brain about something… probably something the Banana man watches… which means a musical reference? Focus Hitoshi.

“…How bad?” Hitoshi asks, voice soft as he moves to close the gap.

“P-Pretty bad… he um… I have scars and stuff…” Izuku says, cheeks going red. Hitoshi feels his heart break for little middle school Izuku and he wants to go back in time and punch middle school Bakugou in the face for what he did. “It’s… it’s why I got into Spider Lilies…” Izuku says, eyes casting down.

“What do you mean?” Hitoshi asks curious, spider lilies mean… death, right? How would Izuku have gotten into spider lilies in middle school? And what did Bakugou have to do with it?

“He told me to kill myself… the next day spider lilies started appearing on my desk… instead of letting them wither and die I planted them… grew them… my mum she got worried but when I told her things would be different in high school, she relented…” Izuku says with a soft smile, but there’s a deep sadness in his eyes.

“Was it better?” Hitoshi asks, voice gentle. Izuku looks at him with wet eyes and shakes his head a little bit.

“No. It got out I was quirkless and-” He stops his sentence dead and covers his mouth as his body tenses, so so much. Hitoshi blinks and looks at Izuku, both sets of eyes slowly widening. Izuku’s in fear and Hitoshi’s in surprise.

“You’re quirkless?” Hitoshi says, how could he be affecting his drugs if he’s quirkless? Is it an unknown quirk? A quirk he didn’t know he had? Was this whole thing a big misunderstanding? He needs to report this asap but also he doesn’t want to leave Izuku right now, be another asshole who leaves him for something so stupid.

“Yea…” Izuku says, trailing off and looking away.

“And people picked you because of that?” Hitoshi says, completely believing that. People are assholes and he had his fair share of bullies because of his ‘villain’ quirk. Izuku slowly nods, eyes screwing shut. Hitoshi gently cups his face in his hand, callouses have formed on his hands from the field work and he’s developed a nice tan himself which is a change from his pasty ass self. Izuku blinks in shock maybe at the affectionate gesture. “They were fucking idiots.” Hitoshi says, deadpan serious. Izuku blinks and lunges forward, pressing their lips together into a kiss.

Hitoshi is shocked for a second before kissing back, their bodies slotting together as they fall backwards. Fingers running through each other’s hair and down their bodies as the fire crackles in the background and they fall to the ground.

Izuku wakes up the next morning, his arms devoid of Hitoshi. Did he leave? Of course, he did! Why would he stick around to be with him, he’s nothing but a stupid, useless-

“Oh! You’re awake!” Hitoshi says, walking in with two plates with a bacon sandwich on each plate.

“Y-You stayed?” Izuku says, questioning him. Hitoshi’s eyes widen a fraction.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He says, sitting down opposite Izuku and handing him a plate. The bacon is just how he likes it, extra crispy.

“Because I’m quirkless?” Izuku says, like it’s the most obvious thing… because it is. Hitoshi lets out a small laugh, it’s more of a chuckle and presses their foreheads together.

“I would never leave you because of that. Never.” Hitoshi says, meaning it. Izuku can tell he does.

“What time is it?” Izuku asks, looking out at the sunlight streaming through the windows, it’s way past sunup.

“Like 10AM.” Hitoshi says, pushing the sandwich towards him. Izuku takes it and takes a bite and it’s very good, good ratios of butter to ketchup to bacon to bread. Izuku murmers.

“I need to get started on the watering plants and pruning them and-” Izuku’s words are stolen by another kiss. Hitoshi leans back.

“Can we take one day? We could bake?” Hitoshi says, a small smirk on his face.

“A break? What’s that?” Izuku says with a small smile and a chuckle.

“We could spend the day baking… I know the village fair is coming up.” Hitoshi says.

“Well Mrs Holly could do with being knocked down a peg or two.” Izuku says, her apple pie cleans up every year.

“Hmmm well my speciality is apple pie, my little sister loves it.” Hitoshi says with a small smile.

“You have a little sister?” Izuku asks, tilting his head to one side.

“Yea… she’s actually at UA…” Hitoshi says, trailing off.

“Ahhhh hero?”

“Yup. We’re all proud of her.” Hitoshi says, with a proud smile. She’s come so far since Overhaul, she used to barely talk and was so scared when her quirk activated. Now she can confidently use it to an insanely good degree. She’s reversed time on so many clothes that have had wine spilled on them.

“Good. There needs to be more female heroes…” Izuku says, trailing off.

“But… baking?” Hitoshi says with a small smile.

“Hmmm I guess I can take one day off…” Izuku says, with a small smile.

“Now eat your breakfast.” Hitoshi says, sitting next to him. Resting his head on Izuku’s shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling his nose and cheek with the tufts of purple hair. Izuku rests his head against it, so soft and fluffy.

Hitoshi is covered in flour after an impromptu flour fight between him and Izuku, Hitoshi feels his heart twist because well… he’s lying to him. Crap! It’s check in day! Izuku has placed the apple pie in the oven to bake. Hitoshi takes this as his opportunity.

“I am going to go and wash this flour off me…” Hitoshi says, trailing off. Izuku gives him a small nod.

“You know where the bathroom is.” Izuku says, with a small smile. “I’m going to do the dishes.” Izuku says, kissing Hitoshi’s cheek. Hitoshi feels himself melt a little bit at the gentle gesture but that guilt claws back… he should tell him why he’s here… but he needs to run it by his ‘bosses’. Hitoshi quickly rushes up the stairs and into his room and grabs a towel and bundles his large satellite phone in the middle before rushing into the bathroom and starts the water. He gets the phone out and starts the connection.

“Hypno?” Eraserhead says, sounding a little concerned.

“Hey.” Hitoshi says, his throat closing up a little bit.

“Are you okay?!” Present Mic asks, sounding very concerned.

“I’m fine… but I’ve got close to the target.” Hitoshi says, okay they really don’t know a lot of what’s gone on so it’s up to him to fill them in oh Gods they’re gonna freak.

“How close?” Eraserhead says, sounding sceptical.

“I’m living in his house.” Hitoshi says, deadpan no use in sugar coating it.

“You’re what?! Present Mic says, sounding both horrified and impressed.

“I crashed into his greenhouse… and broke it…” Hitoshi says, trailing off. He can hear Eri cackle out a laugh in the background.

“HYPNO!” Eraserhead says, sound equal parts scolding and worried. A hard combination to be sure.

“I know!” Hitoshi says, hanging his head a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Present Mic asks, sounding highly concerned.

“I’m fine. But I don’t think he’s doing anything weird with the drugs.” Hitoshi says, he really doesn’t. Mainly because he’s quirkless and unless Izuku has got a super-secret quirk he doesn’t know about he doubt he’s doing anything like that.

“Have you been in his workshop?” Eraserhead asks, sounding skeptical.

“No…” Hitoshi says, he hasn’t but Izuku doesn’t like anyone going in there, but maybe he can go in there after last night.

“Then get in there. We’ve had more reports of homicidal rage.” Eraserhead says, sounding resigned.

“I really don’t think he’s doing anything.” Hitoshi says, meaning it. Izuku A) would never do that and B) he has no quirk to do it with.

“Proof?” Eraserhead asks, of course Dad wants proof… he’s logical and likes hard concrete proof.

“… gut instinct?” Hitoshi says his voice rising a pitch at the end.

“Hitoshi, I swear to God if this is because you’ve grown attached…” Eraserhead trails off and Hitoshi feels his cheeks flush.

“HITOSHI FINALLY HAS ANOTHER BOYFRIEND!” Eri shouts in the background.

“Don’t you have school?” Hitoshi quips, seriously why is she here?

“Internships bitch.” Eri says and Hitoshi chokes on the air.

“Language.”
“Language.”
“Language.” All three men say in unison.

“I’m 14! Not 4!” Eri says.

“Listen Hypno for all you know he could manipulate you to see what he wants. Please, please do not get attached okay.” Eraserhead says. Hitoshi swallows.

“Is it too late for that?” Present Mic asks. Hitoshi feels his cheeks burn brighter. Eri gasps in the background.

“You had sex with him!” She says. Hitoshi feels his cheeks go brighter red.

“I did not!” Hitoshi says, even tho he totally did. And it was great. Izuku was so kind and loving and- okay he can’t think about this now. It’ll show in his voice and his parents will know.

“Do you need to be extracted?” Eraserhead asks, voice deadpan.

“NO. I can do this. I’m a professional!” Hitoshi says, rolling his eyes. Because he can! He can help Izuku! That’s part of his job description to help people. But he especially wants to help this person.

“Hmmmm we’re still going to send a pro in for some routine patrols.” Eraserhead says. Hitoshi blinks.

“Daaaaaad! I can do this! I’m not a sidekick anymore!” Hitoshi says, he can! He’s been a full-fledged hero for a year and a half now!

“And we’re the veterans here. We’re sending someone.” Eraserhead says. Hitoshi huffs.

“Fine. But not Chargebolt… or Ground Zero!” Hitoshi says, knowing if either one of them show up it’ll be on sight…

“I understand Chargebolt but why not Ground Zero?” Present Mic asks, he can hear the questioning tone in his voice.

“He’s an asshole?” Hitoshi says, his voice going up an octave on the last word. He’s not wrong, Bakugou is an asshole. A huge one, even more so now that

“Language!” Eri says from the background. Hitoshi sticks his tongue out then realises she can’t see him.

“Children please.” Eraserhead says. “Fine no Chargebolt no Ground Zero… at least I’ll request they be pushed back in the queue… now stay safe-”

“And use a condom!” Eri shouts. Hitoshi chokes on the air again. Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

“How do you know what a condom is?!” Present Mic asks, Hitoshi can hear the head whip he does as he says it.

“Aunty Mina!” Eri says, with a shit eating grin Hitoshi doesn’t need to see to hear it in her voice. It’s the exact same smile Eraserhead has when he’s doing some kinda ‘logical ruse’.

“I’m going to kill her.” Eraserhead says, deadpan.

“Not if I get there first.” Present Mic says. Hitoshi knows Mina should start running now otherwise she doesn’t stand a chance. She may not also stand a chance even if she does run but she stands a better chance in the long run (ha!) if she does.

“Well, if you do kill Mina remember her body is acid resistant.” Hitoshi says with a small chuckle.

That’s when he hears the door slam open. Hitoshi stands and turns, standing in the doorway is a very pissed off-

“Izuku.” Hitoshi breaths.

Izuku will admit he doesn’t mind having an extra pair of hands around the garden, even if he did have a heart attack when he wasn’t there this morning. Hitoshi was a quick study plus the first time he tried his cooking his eyes widened, and sparkles grew in them. It was adorable and he ate it in record time. Shovelling it in like it was the best food he’s ever had, which was sweet but wasn’t true. His cooking was mediocre at best. Plus, Hitoshi seemed to have more muscle built up than Izuku thought a homeless person would have if seeing him shirtless was anything to go off. Izuku washes the dishes as he hears Hitoshi moving around upstairs. The baking was fun but as he hears the water run, he gets an idea. He slowly feels a smile cross his face.

His phone buzzes, he picks it up. An order? Oh, crap it’s a regular Spider lily orderer. He sends him off a quick message that his greenhouse was destroyed so all spider lily orders were on hold for the foreseeable future, and he apologises. A lot of people were curious as to what he was up to on his instantgram account, as there were shadows of Hitoshi in the background, he’d never posted a picture of Hitoshi online tho because he doesn’t have a photo of him on there out of fear the people, he used to know will find him out here. He had cut all ties when he moved out here, even with the Bakugou’s. No one had come looking for him, so he guesses no one reported him missing and despite being 24 his father still sent him money, enough to cover his food for the month every month as a form of child support. His sperm donor wasn’t even able to come to his mother’s funeral. It was fine he was busy. He walking up the stairs when he hears Hitoshi on the phone with… two male voices and a younger female one. Does he have a phone? Izuku walks up to the door and listens, is this ethical? He doubts it. He feels a little bit of anxiety creep into his soul as he fully recognises the two voices he hasn’t heard in a long time,

Eraserhead and Present Mic.

Pro heroes?! Why does Shinso know pro hero-

Drugs? They think he’s dealing drugs or making killer drugs?! Well, he is making drugs, but he has all his licenses in place! And he doesn’t make any killer ones!  He doesn’t even have a quirk to do that! Sure in bigger quantities some of his flowers can be deadly but he makes sure he only uses them in smaller quantities and

No way! He doesn’t have a quirk! So how?! Why?!

The confusion quickly gives way into anger, that asshole broke his greenhouse to literal bits, put a dent in business, seduced him and it was all for what? Some bullshit drug case?! He feels red hot angry tears bead in his eyes, all this to get him to confess to something he wasn’t even capable of! Heroes are fucking assholes, which Izuku has known since was 14 years old, Gods above he can’t believe he fucking fucked him! He slams open the door and Hitoshi has the sheer audacity to look shocked.

Hitoshi comes face to face with an angry Izuku with tears in his eyes as he turns to face him. Hitoshi feels his eyes slowly widen; this is bad. This is very, very bad! His cover is smashed to bits!

“H-How much did you-”

“We need to talk.” Izuku says, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him with such force the house seems to shake. Hitoshi drops the satellite phone, and it clatters to the ground, the anger around Hitoshi is palpable. It’s rolling off him in waves along with betrayal, sadness and… heartbreak.

“Izuku…” Hitoshi says, trailing off.

“Hypno? Hypno?!” Eraserhead shouts through the phone, his tone growing distressed. Izuku and Hitoshi lock eyes and both scramble for the phone.

“Toshi? What’s going on?” Present Mic asks through the phone as Izuku lands on top of him and reaches out for the phone. Hitoshi flips Izuku over him and presses him against the ground.

“Let me explain!” Hitoshi says, grabbing Izuku by the wrists as he squirms underneath him. Grinding against him.

“No! You used me! My hospitality! My-My body!” Izuku snaps, headbutting Hitoshi who grunts and his body instinctively lets go of Izuku’s wrists, Izuku seizes the opportunity to push Hitoshi off of him and grab the phone.

“Oh my God! They did have sex! Gross!” Eri says. Hitoshi feels his soul leave his body and he covers his face in hands.

“Rewind! Stay off this comm line!” Present Mic shouts. Izuku snatches the phone.

“What exactly have my herbal remedies done?” Izuku asks into the phone. There’s a beat of silence before the phone goes dead. Izuku slams the phone down and turns to Hitoshi, pointing a finger at him.

“We need to have a conversation.” Izuku says, grabbing Hitoshi by the collar and dragging him down the stairs and forcing him into a dining room chair. He’s not tied up which is nice… he could definitely have been tied up. Izuku wanders over to the cabinets, grabs an unopened bottle of vodka and flicks the top off, pouring himself a shot he downs it and pours another.

“Izuku?” Hitoshi asks, reaching out. Izuku spins around and tears are beading in his eyes. Hitoshi drops his gaze, this is his fault. He made Izuku upset, he feels his throat constrict the beautiful smile Izuku normally wears (when not angry) has been replaced with glistening tears. Hitoshi fights the urge to wipe his eyes, knowing he probably wants Hitoshi to stay far far away from him.

“My herbal remedies… what are they doing?” Izuku asks, eyes locking onto him. Hitoshi blinks.

“I- In some cases they are curing cancer in others… inducing psychosis.” Hitoshi says, voice serious.

“Fucking hell.” Izuku doing another shot.  

“You… you didn’t know did you.” Hitoshi says, his voice wavering as he confirms the fact Izuku was innocent in all this. He knows deep down he is, how could someone who cares so much for flowers and the people around him turn around and kill others.

“NO! I didn’t fucking know I’ve been killing people!” Izuku snaps, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve not been Izuku!” Hitoshi says, standing. Izuku looks at him like a wet kitten. Hitoshi feels his heart melt.

“But my creations did this!” Izuku says, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hitoshi rushes over and gently brushes them away. Izuku pushes his hand off of him. “Don’t! I’m mad at you!” Izuku says, sniffing loudly.

“I’m sorry.” Hitoshi says, meaning it. Izuku blinks.

“What?” Izuku says, blinking in shock.

“I’m sorry Izuku.” Hitoshi says, locking eyes with him. Izuku blinks rapidly and takes a deep breath.

“Alright well you’ll probably want to move on to your next case, right?” Izuku says, taking a step back away from him and looking down. Hitoshi blinks.

“What?” His world seems to shrink down to a dot, the thought of Izuku rejecting him was enough to make his heart falter.

“I mean that’s what that was last night right? Pumping me for… information?” Izuku says, a blush covering his cheeks.

“That’s not- No. That wasn’t-” Hitoshi sighs and looks away. “I was just supposed to watch, observe but I slipped and well… I fell for you…” Hitoshi says with bright red blush on his cheeks. “I mean how could I not? You’re funny, smart, kind, hardworking, caring, plus your cat is very cute.” Hitoshi starts to babble. Izuku lets out a little chuckle that made his heart flip. “What?” Hitoshi says, rising an eyebrow.

“You. I mean you just described you… minus the cat…” Izuku says. Hitoshi blinks. Izuku kisses him again, Hitoshi kisses back but he has to break it off. Izuku tilts his head.

“My um… dad’s probably think you’re torturing me and will be sending in the big guns…” Hitoshi says, trailing off.

“Dad- You mean Present Mic and Eraserhead?” Izuku asks, going wide eyed.

“Wait… you know them?!” Hitoshi says, eyes going wide in shock.

“Eraserhead was like my favourite hero! Still is technically…” Izuku says, trailing off. Hitoshi takes a deep breath.

“He’s probably heading here to arrest you.” Hitoshi says. Izuku nods a little.

“Well then. I guess I better solve your case before he arrives. Where’s the file?” Izuku asks with a huge devilish smile on his face.

Aizawa can feel his adrenaline pumping, on such short notice all the pros he could muster were himself, Nemuri, Creati, Rewind, Present Mic, Uravity, Red Riot and Ground Zero who he never thought would even attempt to come but for some reason the name ‘Midoriya Izuku’ set something off in him. (He should have paid more attention to that, but his son was kidnapped and probably being tortured, and he wasn’t really in his right mind at the time). Eraserhead, Rewind and Present Mic were first to breech the house. They look around the kitchen and see evidence of baking with cookies cooling on a rack. Eraserhead leads the charge and bursts into the next room. A high-backed spinney chair is sat with the back facing the door. It spins around and stroking a pure white cat is-

“Midoriya Izuku.” Eraserhead growls.

“Eraserhead I’ve been expecting you.” Midoriya says with a smirk.

“Where is my son?” Eraserhead asks, activating his quirk. Midoriya’s eyes widen and his head tilt. He stands and walks out of sight and comes back dragging Hitoshi by the arm. He’s… unharmed?

“I also solved your case.” Izuku says, pointing to a corkboard to his right. Eraserhead blinks and turns. “Only a few of the drugs caused the psychosis. I use all natural ingredients and some of them can have adverse effects in large quantities. Which is why I carefully measure out my ingredients.”

“So?” Present Mic snaps. Aizawa turns to him, he’s big mad.

“So… I had Hitoshi here look at the quirks registered at the post office which is where I ship all my goods from and found, drum roll please,” he looks to Hitoshi who drums his hands off a bookcase, “Kai Holly. Quirk, Enhance. She can Enhance anything. My best guess she’s been illegally using her quirk at work which is having a boosting effect on the packages and in turn effecting the drugs. Boosting their effects… all their effects. Good and bad.” Midoryia says.

Aizawa blinks.

Present Mic blinks.

Rewind blinks.

“You… solved it?” Aizawa says. Midoriya nods slowly.

“Yes. I mean I looked past the maker to the distribution chain…” Midoriya says. The cat waddles out from behind the bookcases and brushes up against Hitoshi’s legs. Hitoshi scoops the cat up and boops its nose.

“I uh…”

“I will also be filing for any damages and judging by-”

There’s an explosion,

“That it will be a lot.” Midoriya says with a smile.

Aizawa blinks.

Present Mic blinks.

Rewind blinks.

“I think I broke them.” Midoriya whispers to Hitoshi who actually laughs. He hasn’t laughed like that in so long.

“I think you did.” Hitoshi whispers back. Midoriya chuckles.

“I’ll put the kettle on. Coffee or tea?” Midoriya asks him. Before Aizawa can answer one of the windows is kicked in and a furious Ground Zero storms into the room.

Hitoshi watches in horror as Bakugou breaks open a window and storms into Izuku’s house. Izuku takes a deep breath and takes his hand. Hitoshi squeezes his hand gently in response.

“DEKU!” Bakugou storms over to Izuku and grabs him by his shirt. Ripping their hands apart.

“Oh hell no.” Izuku says, rolling his sleeves up as he looks Bakugou right in the eye. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! IMMA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT FUCKING WINDOW!” Izuku shouts, pushing Bakugou off of him. Bakugou blinks. Hitoshi sees Eri shift in the corner, a long red cape hangs to her ankles but other than that she’s wearing a bright white jump suit with a red capture weapon around her neck. She slowly gets a bag of popcorn out of her snack pocket and slowly holds it out to Present Mic who takes a handful.

“LIKE I GIVE TWO SHITS DEKU!” Bakugou shouts. Izuku flinches and a small growl out of his throat.

“CALL ME DEKU AGAIN AND I’LL DECK YOU!” Izuku shouts, back. That’s a 10 out of 10 comeback not gonna lie. He makes sure Tuna is secure in his arms because he doesn’t want the pretty kitty to get hurt out there. He looks out the window and sees Momo and Uraraka and Midnight out the window. He waves at them and they all blink in shock. He points to Kirishima and gestures for him to come over. He confusedly starts jogging over.

“YOU FUCKING DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH AFTER AUNTY INKO DIED AND YOU’VE BEEN OUT HERE DOING WHAT? PLAYING WITH DUMB CATS AND STUPID FLOWERS?!” Bakugou says, going to grab Izuku by the shirt again.

“FIRST OF ALL MY FLOWERS AREN’T STUPID SECONDLY HOW DARE YOU INSULT TUNA!” Izuku says, batting his hands away and pushing Bakugou a little bit, “AND THIRDLY YOU DIDN’T EVEN COME TO HER FUCKING FUNERAL!” Izuku snaps. Upon hearing the shouting Kirishima starts walking a little faster.

“I WAS BUSY!” Bakugou says, throwing his arms up. Izuku blinks and balls his hands into fists.

“SHE HELPED RAISE YOU ASSHOLE! SHE DIED IN SOME VILLAIN ATTACK AND YOUR COLLAUGE FUCKING TOLD ME IT WAS UNAVOIDABLE!” Izuku shouts, stamping his foot. Eraserhead blinks in shock but before he can ask anything Bakugou starts up-

“WHICH FUCKER SAID THAT!” Bakugou shouts, sounding actually upset about that? What right does he have to that? To be upset over someone he clearly doesn’t care about.

“I DUNNO! BLONDE, ELECTICITY QUIRK!” Izuku shouts back, throwing his arms in the air.

“Denki.” Hitoshi interjects, helping everyone. Present Mic and Eraserhead both look horrified. Hitoshi does not blame them.

“PIKACHU MCDUNCEFACE?!” Bakugou shouts, sounding offended. Again… what right does he have to this offended attitude? Hitoshi doesn’t think he has any fucking right to that emotion right now.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Izuku shouts pointing to the hole he made in the wall. Kirishima is now here and is trying to talk his fiancée down from the ledge.

“Bakubro… remember what anger management says.” Kirishima says, rubbing Bakugou’s shoulders. Bakugou just shrugs him off and gets right in Izuku’s face, looming over him.

“Make. Me.” Bakugou says, voice a deadly whisper. Izuku locks eyes with him.

“With. Pleasure. Izuku says, decking Bakugou straight in the face. Hard. Bakugou staggers backwards, wiping his nose.

“Oh shit!” Eri says, choking on popcorn. Izuku ignores everything and grabs Bakugou by the collar and shoves him out the window and making Bakugou lie flat on his back. Kirishia blinks.

“Hey!” Kirishima says, going to help Bakugou up off the ground.

“Oh he deserves it and if he doesn’t get off my fucking property I’ll throw a bookcase at him.” Izuku says and Hitoshi knows he’s being serious.

“You’ll what?” Eraserhead says.

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY DEKU!” Bakugou shouts, getting up off the ground. Izuku starts screaming and deadlifts a bookcase off the ground and throws it out the window at Bakugou and oh my god Kirishima blocks it in unbreakable mode.

“I’M NOT A DEKU!” He tears out of his house. “YOU HEAR ME! I’VE BUILT MYSELF A DECENT LIFE HERE, I OWN A BUSINESS, I BUILT MY HOME FROM BASICALLY SCRATCH, I DID ALL THAT DESPITE YOU THINKING I’M LESS THAN YOU! BUT I’M NOT MOTHERFUCKER! I’M STRONGER THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW!” Izuku screams, wiping tears from his eyes. He can see Uraraka, Momo and Midnight start running over. Eraserhead activates his quirk which causes Kirishima’s hardening to drop but nothing else.

“HOW DARE YOU! LIKE SOMEONE LIKE YOU COULD BE STRONG!” Bakugou shouts, pushing Izuku. He falls to the ground and his hand crunches into the glass and slices his palms open. Hitoshi jerks but he sees Present Mic wave him off.

“OH? I’M NOT STRONG?!” Izuku shouts, standing, “I’VE LIVED MY LIFE WITH PEOPLE TELLING ME I’M WEAK AND SHOULDN’T EXIST! I’VE PEOPLE TELLING ME TO KILL MYSELF SINCE I WAS FUCKING FOURTEEN! YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE FIRST BUT YOU WERE BY NO MEANS THE LAST! YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND THE FACT YOU’RE THE NUMBER ONE HERO MAKES ME SICK!” Izuku says, tears start flowing from his eyes. Bakugou takes a small step back. Izuku goes to wipe his cheek and winces as a spelk of glass lodges into his cheek. Hitoshi calmly walks over and wraps an arm around Izuku’s waist an turns to Bakugou.

“What made you such a fucking prick?” He asks, eerily calm.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST FUCKING-”

“Shut. Up.” Hitoshi says, using his quirk on Bakugou. Bakugou shuts his mouth as Izuku lets out hiccupping sobs. Hitoshi hands Tuna to Eraserhead who’s processing what’s happening. He gently wipes Izuku’s eyes. Keeping hold of Bakugou was easy, he can do large crowds now. Even shaking should keep the hold for a while. Izuku’s clutching his chest. “You want him to go?” Hitoshi asks. Izuku nods and buries his face into Hitoshi’s chest. Hitoshi turns to Bakugou. “Leave.”

Bakugou starts to walk away, slack faced. Kirishima blinks and follows him. Hitoshi gently strokes the tears from Izuku’s eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, gently taking Izuku from the room and away from prying eyes. Letting Eraserhead deal with that mess, he’s the veteran after all. Hitoshi takes Izuku into the kitchen and getting the plasters and some of the salve out of the cupboard. The same he used on him when he first crashed into his life. He gently removes the glass from his hands and bandages them. The entire time Izuku has his eyes locked down. Unable to look up, he looks so… deflated.

“I’m sorry.” Hitoshi says, meaning it. No one should have had to go through that.

“It wasn’t you.” Izuku says, voice dead.

“No, it wasn’t but I understand being bullied for something outside of control. Can you look at me?” Hitoshi asks. Izuku looks up at him as Hitoshi wipes Izuku’s glossed over eyes gently. “You never should have gone through that. You’re smart and kind and funny and resourceful and pretty and hardworking and amazing.” Hitoshi says. Izuku blinks, the tears beading there fall. Hitoshi gently wipes them.

“You really think so?” Izuku asks, eyes lighting up a little bit.

“Yes!” Hitoshi says. Izuku hugs him. Hitoshi smiles as he does. He gives great hugs. Izuku leans out and Hitoshi kisses Izuku. Pulling him in tight. Izuku kisses back.

“Guys! Get a room!” Eri says, covering her eyes. Izuku goes bright red as he breaks the kiss

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” Hitoshi says.

“I’m leaving before you starting doing it.” Eri says, leaving the room again. Izuku looks down.

“Don’t you have to go back to hero work now?” Izuku says, voice soft. Hitoshi feels a soft smile cross his face and cups it.

“I do have a greenhouse to help rebuild… I’m sure they don’t want any more bad press and besides… what kind of hero would leave a civilian with a hole in their wall and an angry number one after them?” Hitoshi says, pulling Izuku in closer.

“True. That would be very irresponsible for a hero to do.” Izuku says with a smile. The two share one more kiss as the sunlight warms them.

Izuku insisted on rebuilding everything himself, despite Eri offering to undo all the damage. He wanted to do it himself and with Hitoshi by his side it flew by far too quickly. Eventually all the damage would be repaired the greenhouse would be rebuilt, bigger than before. With more shelves and room for flowers. The two continued to date, falling deeper in love with each other as they learnt more about each other. Izuku even ended up buying a proper coffee machine for Shinso in his house, with a coffee grinder and even started growing and roasting coffee beans for him. Izuku also visited Hitoshi in the city occasionally, with Tuna of course. Hitoshi even decorated his apartment with some plants to keep Izuku happy when he was there. Of course, they came a time when their families had to meet… but that’s a story for another time.