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U.A.'s parent-teacher meetings were usually straightforward—parents came in, spoke with Aizawa, maybe exchanged a few words with their child's classmates, and then left. But nothing was ever normal with Class 1-A.
That became evident when Izuku Midoriya hesitated after Kaminari asked, "Hey, Midoriya, where's your mum?"
"Ah... she's busy today," Izuku admitted with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, then who's coming for you?" Mina leaned in, intrigued.
Before Izuku could respond, the classroom door slid open with a firm clack.
A man stepped inside, dressed in a well-fitted black jacket with flame-like embroidery along the sleeves. His black hair was curly and slightly unkempt, as if he'd run his hands through it one too many times. A pair of sharp green eyes—eerily similar to Izuku's—swept over the room with interest before settling on the teacher at the front.
"Yo, Aizawa! Been a long time, huh?"
Aizawa, who had been expecting a quiet, unremarkable meeting, stiffened in surprise. "Hisashi Midoriya?"
The class collectively froze.
"Wait." Iida adjusted his glasses. "Did he say—Midoriya?"
"That's his dad?!" Kirishima's eyes widened in disbelief.
Bakugo, who had been reclining in his seat with his arms crossed, suddenly sat up straight, his red eyes narrowed. "Tch, so the old man finally decided to show up."
Hisashi turned to the students, grinning. "Yep, that's me! Hisashi Midoriya, father of this little kid over here!" He ruffled Izuku's already messy hair, making the boy groan in embarrassment. "Sorry for the delay—was tied up overseas for a while. But I'm here now!"
The class was too stunned to react properly. They had expected maybe a quiet, polite businessman. Instead, the man standing before them carried himself with an easy confidence that was impossible to ignore.
Aizawa, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course, it's you. I should have known."
Present Mic leaned forward in his chair, his sunglasses slipping down slightly as he gawked. "Wait, wait. You're that Midoriya?! The one from the General Course?!"
"The one and only," Hisashi confirmed.
"You were basically an urban legend! The insane tech guy who ran an illegal gear workshop and terrorised General Studies! That Midoriya?!"
Hisashi looked almost nostalgic. "I mean, illegal is a strong word. I prefer 'unofficial hero support consultant.'"
"You built a taser-glove and shook hands with people you didn't like," Mic deadpanned.
"Unforgettable first impressions," Hisashi corrected with a wink.
The room was filled with whispers. Even Momo, who had been silently processing this information, looked perplexed. "Midoriya-san... had a reputation at U.A.?"
Aizawa sighed. "He wasn't in the Hero Course, but he somehow became one of the most infamous students. He built and modified support gear, sometimes without permission. If a hero student's equipment was mysteriously enhanced overnight, it was usually because of him. Teachers constantly tried to catch him, but..." He trailed off, giving Hisashi a pointed look.
Hisashi chuckled. "What can I say? I was efficient. And really good at not getting caught."
"Until you set off an EMP in the cafeteria and shut down half the school," Aizawa muttered.
The students, already in disbelief, struggled to comprehend what they were hearing.
"So, not only is Midoriya's dad some kind of underground tech genius, but he also—" Kaminari began, only to cut himself off with a strangled noise as Hisashi took a deep breath... and exhaled a controlled stream of fire.
The flames curled in the air before disappearing, leaving behind nothing but a faint warmth.
Silence.
"...Wait. WAIT." Sero's jaw dropped. "HE HAS A FIRE-BREATHING QUIRK?!"
Todoroki, who had been quietly watching, turned to Izuku, visibly baffled. "But your quirk is completely different?"
Izuku laughed awkwardly, shifting in his seat. "Y-Yeah, genetics are weird."
Hisashi clapped a hand on his son's shoulder. "Hey, doesn't matter! My kid's out here saving people and making me proud, quirk or no quirk."
Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Hah. You'd better be proud, old man. Nerd's actually doing something with his life."
Hisashi raised an eyebrow. "You must be that childhood friend Izuku told me about. Katsuki, right?"
Bakugo stiffened. "What about it?"
Hizashi hummed, crossing his arms. "Nothing much. Just heard you were kind of a little punk growing up."
The class erupted into laughter as Bakugo bristled, his face turning red.
Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a long meeting."
After the initial shock of Hisashi Midoriya's arrival, the parent-teacher meeting attempted to resume some semblance of normalcy.
Attempted being the key word.
Aizawa sighed, motioning for everyone to settle down. "Alright, now that the introductions are out of the way, we can move on. The purpose of these meetings is to discuss the students' progress and any concerns their parents or guardians may have."
Hisashi hummed thoughtfully, leaning against the desk in a casual manner. "Izuku's doing great, isn't he? Top of his class in academics, kicking villain butt, and—" He paused, glancing at Aizawa. "—not getting into too much trouble, right?"
Aizawa gave him a tired look. "Define too much trouble."
Izuku sank lower in his seat, trying to disappear. "D-Dad, please."
"You mean besides getting caught up in major villain incidents every few weeks?" Aizawa continued. "Or breaking multiple bones in nearly every fight?"
Hizashi blinked. "Multiple bones?"
"Uh—it's not that bad!" Izuku waved his hands frantically. "Recovery Girl helps, and I've improved a lot since then!"
Hizashi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking his son up and down. "Hmph. I knew you were reckless, but this is something else..."
The other parents, now fully invested in the unexpected Midoriya family dynamic, watched with mild amusement. Mitsuki Bakugo smirked, elbowing Masaru. "Well, at least we know where the kid gets his mumbling habit from."
A few students giggled as Izuku buried his face in his hands.
Hizashi exhaled slowly, crossing his arms. "Well, you're still standing, so I guess you're tougher than I thought. But if you do break anything else, you'd better tell me first. Not finding out from the news or your homeroom teacher."
Izuku nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah! Of course!"
Satisfied, Hisashi turned back to Aizawa. "So, besides the occasional broken bone, how's my kid doing?"
Aizawa leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "He's one of our best students. Hardworking, strategic, and determined to improve. A little too eager to throw himself into danger, but he's learning."
Hisashi smiled, pride shining in his expression. "Yeah, that sounds about right."
The moment was almost touching—until a hand shot up.
"Sir!" Iida said, raising his voice as if addressing an authority figure. "I have a question!"
Hisashi blinked, looking at him curiously. "Uh, sure? What's up, glasses?"
"Is it true that you used to enhance the gear of hero course students while being in General Studies?!"
The room fell silent as every teacher turned to Hisashi with varying degrees of exasperation.
"...I plead the fifth," Hisashi said smoothly.
"You lived in Japan," Aizawa deadpanned.
"Right, right. I forgot we don't have that here." Hisashi sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Yeah, I might have helped a few students now and then. They needed gear, I had skills—it worked out."
"You didn't just help students," Mic interjected, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were basically the black market of U.A. If someone needed an upgrade, they'd come to you before going to the actual Support Course!"
Hizashi grinned. "And did I ever disappoint?"
"No," Mic admitted begrudgingly.
Hisashi clapped his hands together. "Exactly! Look, I wasn't trying to break rules—I was just filling a gap in the system."
Aizawa stared at him. "You built an exoskeleton for a third-year student without permission."
"Okay, that one might've been a tiny bit excessive," Hisashi admitted with a shrug. "But hey, it worked! And no one got hurt—permanently."
The students gawked at him, half-impressed, half-horrified.
"Yo, Midoriya's dad is kinda awesome," Kaminari whispered to Kirishima.
"Right? No wonder Deku's so smart," Kirishima whispered back.
Meanwhile, Todoroki was still fixated on something else. "I can't believe he has a fire quirk, does this mean he is my cousin?"
"Midoriya got all his mum's genes," Sero muttered.
Izuku groaned again. "Can we please move on?"
Aizawa sighed, deciding to rein the meeting back in before it got even more off track. "Let's return to the actual purpose of this meeting—discussing each student's progress. Midoriya, your father can stay, but only if he doesn't start any trouble."
Hisashi put a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. "Me? Trouble? Never."
Aizawa gave him an unimpressed look but decided to let it slide.
As the meeting continued, Hisashi settled into his seat, listening attentively as other parents spoke about their children. Every so often, he'd lean over to Izuku and whisper something about a classmate ("That Bakugo kid's got a mouth on him, huh?" "Todoroki's the one with the half-and-half hair? Nice quirk balance." "Yaoyorozu's rich, right? She's definitely funding a few hero agencies in the future."), much to his son's increasing embarrassment.
When the meeting finally wrapped up, Hisashi stretched with a content sigh. "Whew! That was fun. Can't wait for the next one."
Aizawa looked at him as if he'd rather drop dead than endure this again.
As the students and parents began leaving, Bakugo stopped by Hisashi, arms crossed. "Oi, old man. Don't disappear again like some deadbeat. The nerd'll actually be annoying about it."
Hisashi's eyes softened slightly as he met Bakugo's usual scowl. "Heh. You really are looking out for my kid, huh?"
Bakugo scoffed. "As if. He just wouldn't shut up if I didn't."
Hisashi chuckled, patting Bakugo's shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'll stick around."
As Izuku and his father left the school together, Hisashi grinned. "Well, that was eventful. So, where are we eating? My treat!"
Izuku hesitated. "Uh... wait. Did you just get back from America?"
"Yeah, why?"
Izuku gave him a deadpan look. "Do you even have yen on you?"
Silence.
"...Alright, so your treat."
Izuku sighed. "Welcome home, Dad."
Hisashi grinned. "Good to be back, kiddo."