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Hisashi Midoriya liked to think he was a smart man but in all honesty he could be extremely dumb. Taking the first plane out of the country in what was approaching ten years ago, just because of truths no one had been aware of was a dumb move. It hadn't been Inko's fault, Hisashi doubted she would ever have lied to him about something that impotent. And it had never been Izuku's fault either, the pore kid probably hated him, thinking that he left because he never got a quirk. Hisashi had messed up big time, sending some money every month was not the same as being there for them. He had messed up, and now Hisashi Midoriya was going to do everything he could to make it up to his wife and his son. Family doesn't always need to be bound by blood, and how he wishes he could have told himself that years ago. But now stepping off the plane and onto Japanese soil for the first time in years he vowed to be better and to be there for his family, if they wanted him back.
Hisashi fidgeted with his phone, flicking the screen on and off again and again as he waited for his luggage. Should he have tried calling Inko again to let her know he was back in the country and wanted to apologize to them both in person? He was about to unlock the screen and dial her number when he spotted his bag and rushed to grab it off of the swiftly moving belt. Hisashi decided to wait to try calling again until he was on the train, just a little longer wouldn't hurt.
The airport was almost empty this early in the morning, so it only took a few minutes to leave the terminal and reach the train platform. He felt something cold spatter on the back of his hand, and then again on his face. Hisashi looked up at the gray sky and heavy clouds that where now releasing a torrent of rain, the train wouldn't be here for another five minutes. How depressing, his quirk would be completely useless in this weather. The train platform was kind of run-down, unfortunate but not unexpected. The commission along with the rest of the government tended to focus more on funding the top pro heroes and keeping 'good' publicity than maintaining infostructure. They would pour millions if not billions into remodeling their fancy headquarters but when asked, said they couldn't spare the budget to fix outdated and failing infostructure that had been built with the promise of consistent maintenance. The last time Hisashi was here it was only missing about a third of the roof, and the walls where just a little dirty. Now you could barely fit 3 people under a small bent section that leaked through what appeared to be gunshot holes. And the walls? Two were missing, and the remaining appeared to have scorch marks mixed in with dents and graffiti of varying quality and age. A hand dropped onto his shoulder and Hisashi jumped. Ten years ago no one could have snuck up on him like that, even with the sound of rain drowning out even his thoughts. The hand, was it a hand? It appeared to be made from some sort of purple mist, the same mist that made up the rest of the man that had snuck up on him. at least the parts of the man Hisashi could see that weren't covered by an outfit oddly reminiscent of a bartender. The hand let go and the man spoke, yellow splinters of light that vaguely resembled eyes boring into him, making it imposable to look away.
"I apologize for startling you, but I must ask, are you Hisashi Midoriya with a fire breathing quirk?" The man's voice was monotone, and almost robotic in how completely devoid of any emotions it was. But that hardly mattered because this man knew his name and quirk. What the fuck!? Who was that man and how did he know who Hisashi was? And why confront him here, was it because no one was around who could interfere? What did he want? Hisashi needed more information, and he needed it now. So, he answered the question with one of his own.
"Perhaps but, since you already know who I am, tell me, who are you?" Please let this guy not be a villain or anything. Hisashi had had enough of villains for several lifetimes from his vigilante days. Oh, the man was speaking again, he really had to stop getting distracted in his own head.
"You may call me Kurogiri, and I have been looking for you." and with that ominous statement Hisashi's vision became clouded by a dark purple mist and he fell.