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“Hello, dear. Are you home?”
“I am now, yes.” Hisashi spoke into his phone's reciever as he shut the front door.
“Oh great! Is Izuku home?”
“Give me a moment.” Hisashi tucked his phone against his neck and began walking around their house. He checked all the rooms and the bathroom.
“Izuku?” He called out.
“...Izuku? Are you here?” He peeked into the little boy’s bedroom.
“No, he is not here. Where is he?” Hisashi asked, a little quicker than usual.
"Oh, yes. He said he was going to go to the playground after school this morning. I'm sorry, dear. I guess I forgot to tell you."
Hisashi let out the breath he was holding and hummed.
“Oh! um, Honey? Could I ask you to pick up Izuku from the playground?” Inko asked, likely just remembering why she called him in the first place.
“I could. Did something happen? You said you could pick him up earlier.”
“Yes, well…um…there was a slight hold up.”
“Oh? What kind?”
“There was a slight…villain incident when I was walking to the store.”
“But before you start-it wasn’t anything serious! It was just a theft! And I wasn’t involved in any way!” Inko quickly threw on.
“Mhm.” Hisashi hummed tightly.
“I was down the block when it happened, and a hero got there quickly.”
“...That’s good.” Hisashi said, and it was.
“But anyways, I’m running a little late, could I ask you to pick Izuku up?”
“Yes, I said I could. I was just curious and…concerned for you.” Hisashi admitted.
“Thank you so much!... F-for your concern and going and getting Izuku.” Hisashi could practically hear her bowing. He just laughed.
“It’s no problem, Inko. I’m a father and a husband. I should be helpful on the occasion shouldn’t I?” Inko giggled with him.
“I should hope so.” She laughed. Then she paused for a moment and cleared her throat. Hisashi closed his mouth and listened intently.
“I’m making Katsudon tonight. Izuku has…kind of been having a rough week.” She explained in a quiet voice.
Hisashi was not surprised in the slightest to hear that, but he still frowned.
“I’m sure he’ll love that.”
“Yes. I think so too…I just wish I could do more…for him. You know?”
“You are doing all you can. Trust me, that is enough.” Hisashi comforted her.
“Thank you.” Inko sighed.
Well, alright. I’ll see you soon, honey. I love you!”
“I love you too, dear. Be safe.”
“Oh, I will! Bye.”
“Goodbye.” Hisashi said after the phone beeped. Then he realized.
Ah, she hung up…
Oh well.
He put his phone back in his pocket and turned on his heel, walking back to the front door. He hadn’t gotten the chance to take his shoes off before his wife had called him, so he just opened the door and went on his way.
It was scorching hot.
Hisashi had always hated the heat. Ironic, yes, since he had chosen his civilian quirk to be Fire Breath. But it was more of a spur of the moment decision, and it wasn’t like he could pretend it was something else. Not after Inko saw him try to discreetly light a cigarette with it on their first date; after his lighter decided it wasn’t going to work that day.
A police car whizzed past him. Its lights were on and its sirens blared obnoxiously.
Hisashi was a little impressed with himself for not tensing. When this whole arrangement began with Inko, he would nearly jump out of his skin at every sight or sound of police and heroes. Some part of him was paranoid that they somehow found out about him and were coming to rip his newfound happiness, life and family away from him.
Hisashi walked another block and all of the sudden he heard another police car. It came screeching around the corner and sped right past him. Hisashi watched it turn the same place the other did. He was getting close to the park.
Hisashi began to walk a little faster.
He turned the same place the police cars did and entered the park.
Then he started to smell something.
Something burned. Copper.
It wrinkled his nose, though he had smelt it before. There were an awful lot of people there…and police cars.
And then he saw the ambulance.
There was a circle of people, clustered around something. He could see it was something small lying on the ground. He walked by a picnic table. He turned his head and made eye contact with a little blonde boy he remembered seeing a couple times in his home.
The boy’s eyes were unbelievably wide. His mouth had opened just a crack, but no sound came out. His right hand was wrapped in bandages.
Hisashi’s head started to swim.
Hisashi snapped his head forward and saw a small boy in a light blue shirt that he remembered seeing that morning. The boy was what was on the ground that all those people were staring at.
He started to run before his brain caught up with him. There was green under all that red over his hair. His knees hit the pavement next to his little boy.
“Izuku!” He shouted.
Izuku didn’t respond. He didn’t even twitch.
“Izuku!?” He shouted again, but louder this time. “Look at me!” He rolled Izuku over and his right arm flopped against the ground. His eyes were dilated, looking upwards into his own head. There was a small handprint seared into his forehead. It went deep.
“No.”
He pressed his head against Izuku’s chest and felt his neck and wrist frantically.
Everytime he shut his eyes he saw white hair under all that green and red.
“No.” He said more firmly.
He grabbed Izuku by his heavy little arms, heavier than they were this morning-and started to shake him. Gently, at first.
“Izuku. Wake up.” He pleaded.
“Izuku?” He heard his voice break.
All he heard was white noise.
So many voices, so many sounds. Except for Izuku’s.
Izuku was quiet.
He was being so quiet.
Someone was trying to speak to him. A woman, who stepped closer every time he didn’t respond.
“Sir? Sir, are you this boy’s father?”
“Can you tell me your name?” She asked.
Hisashi didn’t answer.
“Is that Izuku?” A older woman a few paces away asked.
“Is it?!” Another woman replied in a shrill voice.
“Oh no… ” A third covered her mouth in horror.
“That man is Hisashi Midoriya. And…and that little boy is Izuku… Izuku Midoriya.” The first woman told the police officer that had been trying to speak to Hisashi.
Hisashi felt something inside him tense.
Oh. Yes…that’s right.
These people knew him. Or they knew of him. From his wife or his son. They knew this ‘him.’
Inko…
… She’s going to cry.
Their little son. Their little baby. He’s hurt.
… And she’s going to cry. Like Izuku should be crying right now.
“Oh, Izuku… ” Hisashi sobbed.
He squeezed his little son’s body and then suddenly a raspy, shaky…airy sound came out of his little mouth.
Hisashi froze.
He looked down at his son.
“Izuku?” He uttered.
Was that-
… Doctor.
The Doctor.
Garaki.
“It’ll be okay.” Hisashi whispered to his son and stood up. He held Izuku tightly in his arms and started walking. People stumbled out of his way and if they failed to, he did not stop.
“Mr. Midoriya?! Where are you taking him?”
“I’m taking him home.” Hisashi heard himself speak. His voice sounded deeper than usual.
“That’s not a-...Mr. Midoriya? Mr. Midoriya! I can’t allow you to do tha-”
Hisashi’s head grew louder and louder. He shook it violently and snarled at the woman when she tried to touch him. Tried to touch Izuku. She jumped back like she burned him.
And he did.
Her body turned black and brown and she fell over, and people began to scream.
It was too loud. Hisashi saw that little blonde child staring at him with wide red eyes.
Later. He decided.
Right then his little boy needed him.
All for one took off into the sky.
Katsuki watched as Mr. Midoriya disappeared over the buildings and into the clouds. That little green and red head peeking over his shoulder.
Katsuki watched him until that boy disappeared too.
He stayed there, staring at the sky until his mother grabbed his hand and pulled him into a run.