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“Excuse me, can you repeat that?”

“Of course,” the main clad in the suit, who earlier introduced himself as Akihiko, nods. “We, the Hero Commision, would like to take your son, Katsuki Bakugou, under training.”

Mituski hums, “Alright, just confirming. Though, I’m not sure how’d it all work out, can you explain that?”

The second man, who also introduced himself earlier as Taishiro, currently sitting next to Akihiko, pushes up his glasses, “If it’s alright with you, we’d like to take him into our care. With his quirk, and our specific training methods, he’ll be shaped into a fine hero.”

“That I’m positive of. But I think our main priority surrounds his daily life.” Masaru, sitting next to his wife, speaks up. “Will he still be able to attend school?”

“Well we have chosen to leave that up to the two of you,” Akihiko says. “There is an education system already in place that he can be added to, but you can keep him in public school if you wish.”

Mitsuki nods, “Is this a confidential matter?”

“We’d recommend for as few as possible to know. We don’t want to put Bakugou’s safety at risk.”

The parents nod, and Masaru speaks up again, “If we were to fully leave him in your care, would we be able to visit him?”

Taishiro, pushing up his falling glasses once more, nods “Yes, bi-weekly visits are guaranteed. He will also have the technology available for him to keep communications with you and anyone else if needed.”

Mitsuki and Masaru look at each other, nodding once they make eye contact, and it’s confirmed that the two have already come to a decision. Mitsuki picks up the pen in front of her, “We’ll take you up on that offer.”

The two men opposite to the couple sigh in relief, and Taishiro even cracks the briefest of smiles, “Alright, there’s just a few sheets of paperwork that need to be-”

The patter of tiny footsteps Taishiro before he can finish, turning his head to find a young Katsuki standing in the middle of the doorway, an All-Might action figure clutched tightly to his chest, “Mom? Dad?”

“Kats, but go back to bed.” Masaru looks at his son, briefly looking at Taishiro and Akihiko as a silent apology. “It’s late, we can explain in the morning.”

Katsuki rubs the back of his hand over his eyes, yawning as he does, “But who are those 2 men? You were talking about me! Are you going to sell-”

“Katsuki, no, we’re not selling you.” Mitsuki chuckles, beckoning the child towards her with her hand, despite her husband’s previous words. “Far from it.”

Bakugou settles next to his mother upon the couch, leaning into her side for warmth as Akihiko begins to speak, “It’s alright, better to tell him as soon as possible.”

“Tell me what?”

“To put it simply, Bakugou, we want to make you a hero.”

The child brightens up, and immediately any previous drowsiness from before basically evaporates into thin air, “You’re lying!”

Taishiro chuckles, “I’m afraid he’s not. We’re here to seek permission from your parents, which they’ve granted. Starting next week you’ll start training with us at the Hero Commision.”

“That’s so fucking cool!” Bakugou grins, but it drops soon after. “What about ‘Zuku?”

The two men in front of him falter, but luckily Mitsuki speaks up soon after, “His best friend.”

“Well I wouldn't call the nerd my best friend -”

“He’s your best friend Katsuki.”

“Whatever,” Bakugou says, focusing back on the men. “Will I still be able to see him? Wait. Can he even know about this? Or is it like a secret?”

Akihido exhales, “It’d be best for him to not know. If anything were to happen, he would also be put at risk.”

Katsuki nods, “That’s fair, I guess. Besides, I have to protect him ‘n all.”

The two men smile. Both knew that this kid was on a path of greatness, and with their help his potential would only grow from there. After a few more sheets of paperwork, and words of thanks, the two men were on their way back to the HPSC Headquarters. Unbeknownst to them, there's a happy 8 year old in bed, clutching his action figure a little closer to his chest.

--

'You know," Masaru speaks up as he flips on his side. "In a way, they're technically kidnapping our son."

"Masaru, for the love of God, please go to sleep."

Chapter Text

“I'm sorry ‘Zuku,” Katsuki says, kicking a pebble. Currently, the two boys were sitting in the park while the younger of the two cries into his friend’s shoulder. 

Surprisingly, Katsuki let him, not having the heart to push him away.

Especially when he just broke the news about his new Hero Commission training. Well, he didn’t exactly say that. Izuku was simply told that Katsuki would be attending a private boarding school from now on, and if you look at it from a different perspective, it wasn’t far from the truth.

Still, Katsuki didn’t blame him for his crying, the two had been friends basically since they’ve been able to walk.

Well, if you asked Katsuki it was more like Izuku just followed him around until he was forced to accept him as his friend and not a flea, but it works either way.

“K-Kaachan, if this is a joke,” Izuku sniffles, raising his head from Katsuki’s shoulder. “Y-You better tell me n-now...because this isn’t funny.”

Katsuki can’t find it in himself to look at the younger, there was a tiny chance that if he’d make any sort of eye-contact, he’d end up being a crybaby like Deku, “It’s not, my mom’s making me.”

“W-Will you be able to visit?” Izuku says, and whether or not Bakugou sees it, there’s a sliver of hope in his eyes.

That hope expands into joy when Katsuki nods, “I told you this already, I can come home for holidays, but only for shorts amount of time.”

“Kaachan,” Izuku whines. “What am I gonna do? I’m not gonna survive without you. What if they keep bullying me? Oh god. You need to train me. When do you leave? Next week, right? Okay, so we can work 10 hours a-”

“Deku.”

The young boy stop his rambling, letting his teary eyes look up at his friend who’s unexpectedly staring up into the sky, “Yes, Kaachan?”

“You know I can still call you, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I can still text you, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So what’s really changing?”

“You! Y-You’re leaving me! A-and the bullies! What if I get bullied at school for being quirkless?”

“Well then you look those bullies straight into the eyes, and tell ‘em to fuck off!”

“Kaachan, I can’t do that!” Izuku whines, once more. “That’s mean!”

“Well you’re gonna have to. I can’t do as much protection long-distance.”

Izuku sighs, wiping away the tears at his eyes again, “You have to text me everyday, okay?”

“Goddammit Deku-”

“I thought you said you’d stop calling me that!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Now, promise!” Izuku says sternly.

“I promise, I’ll text you everyday.” 

“And you have to call at least every 3 days. You’ll probably be busy more, so that means you probably won’t be able to call as much, even though it’s the same as regular school. So that’s why you don’t have to call as much as you have to text and that way-”

“Oh my god.”

“Sorry!” Izuku squeaks. It’s not long before tears start gathering in his eyes again from his next sentence, gripping onto the older’s forearm, “I’m gonna miss you Kaachan.” 

Katsuki sighs, “‘M gonna miss you too ‘Zuku.”

--

It's been three weeks since Katsuki last saw Izuku, and two since he’s started his new training. It’s safe to say he’s adjusted well, and making a large amount of progress. The adults in the facility were quick to praise him on his fast-paced learning abilities, and he’d receive more once they saw his quirk in action. So, yeah, he thinks he’s starting to make a nice impression.

Plus, being the youngest in the agency gave him an even larger boost. Though, it was a bit overwhelming at times. He knew that he was given this opportunity because his quirk was strong, but that also meant that he had to work 2x as hard to prove he deserved the position. 

And even though several of the agents continuously praised him on his work, he knew it was only the beginning. The agents, of course, knew that as well, however it was just natural to praise someone when they’re doing good. But, of course, no one would push Katsuki out of the mentality he already placed himself in, even at 9 years old. 

“Katsuki,” Akihiko says, alerting the younger of his presence as he steps in the room. “Come on, we’re starting a bit early today.”

The younger grunts, hopping out of his chair to follow Akihiko to the training room. He shivers as he steps outside of his room, “Hey, are you cold?”

Akihido raises his eyebrow, “No? Are you?”

“Yeah,” Katuski nods. “It’s probably an effect of my quirk, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll see if we can get you a sweater or something.”

“Thanks.”  

Though, maybe it was just a heating problem. The day before his room was hot as a bitch, and if he didn’t leave the room 5 seconds before he did, he’d definitely blow up his bed. But it wouldn’t technically be his fault, it’d be whoever set up the temperature system for the building. And whoever it was, Katsuki had a great mind to tell them how much of a shitty job they-

Katsuki is pulled out of his mental tirade as he bumps into a whir of red, falling onto his backside, “What the hell?”

The man, no, the teen, turns around already having apologies spewing out of his mouth before he realizes who exactly he bumped into, “Oh Akihiko! Is this the newbie?”

Katsuki, still on the floor, squints at the boy, “I’m right here, bird for brains.”

“Feisty, I like you already.” The teen chuckles, letting his left hand roam through the mess Katsuki had the audacity to call his hair once the younger finally stands up. 

“I don’t.”

The teen places his hand over his heart, “Shrimpy, that stung .”

“Well it’ll sting more when I shove my foot up your ass if you call me Shrimpy again.”

Hawks gasps, “That language is not very heroic of you, Spitfire.”

“And neither is cosplaying as a chicken wing, but here we are.” Katsuki retorts, raising his eyebrow in challenge.

The teen stares in awe before looking back up at Akihiko, who is currently finding a sense of amusement in the entire situation, “Can we keep him?”

Akihido chuckles, “Technically, we already have him.”

It’s Katsuki’s turn to speak up, placing his arms across his chest, “Are you two going to continue talking like I’m not here.”

“Sweet! I will totally make this kid my child by the end of the week.”

“You’re still doing it. Do you choose death?”

The teen laughs once more, “Oh kid, you’re great. I’m Hawks, by the way.”

Katsuki grunts, “Bakugou Katsuki.”

Hawks places his hand onto Katsuki’s head once more, ruffling his hair, “Katsuki, we are going to be great friends.”

“I doubt it.”

“Harsh talk for someone who’s only 4ft,” Hawks says, placing his elbow on top of Katsuki’s head as if he was an armrest. Katsuki, in retaliation, kicks Hawks in his shin, and he kicks him hard.

“Ouch! I guess I deserved that,” Hawks winces, reaching down to massage the muscle. “What the hell is your leg made out of? Metal? That kick hurt like a bitch.”

“Who’s the one using not so heroic language now!”

“Oh, you little-”

Akihido, who was enjoying the situation, but has now realized the time interrupts their conversation, “Katsuki. Hawks. If you two are done I’d like to get to training now.” 

“Oh, that completely reminds me of what I came here to do in the first place.” Hawks says. “Go without me, I’ll be there soon anyways.”

As Hawks makes his way down the hallway, Katsuki turns to Akihido, “Since when did he join the classes?”

“He’s always been here,” Akihido says, turning on his heel to continue walking. “He’s just been off working with different pro-heroes.”

Katsuki nods, and even though he wouldn’t admit it, he’s slightly intrigued by Hawks. Honestly, the boy doesn't seem to be that much older than Katsuki, but he’s already working with other heroes. Though, he was slightly annoying, so he’d silently pray for the heroes that had to work with him. 

“Katsuki! You’re here!” a loud voice yells cheerfully once Katsuki and Akihido enter the room. It’s Maiko, another agent he’s taken a liking to, mostly because of her quirk “Breakdown.” And no, it was not about dancing. Her quirk allowed to break down the physical strengths of an individual just from one glance, making her job as one of his trainers extremely helpful. 

Though, when they first met Katsuki almost blew her foot off, mostly because she sneaked up on him on his second day at the facility. The pink-haired girl had introduced herself as Hatsume Maiko, instantly telling Katsuki to call her Maiko instead of her family name, and Katsuki had figured out then that she talked a lot . But he did slightly admire her in a sense, she disclosed to Katsuki that she was only 18, and here she was, already being a mentor figure to Katsuki. And, besides, she was an excellent person to have as someone to guide him, plus she’d bought him tempura the other day, so succumbed to his loss and put up with her. 

Although, it’s not like he’d have a choice, she was one of his trainers after all. Plus, whenever she was in one of her loud, and cheerful moods, which Katsuki hated, she always had good news to share.

“You’re as loud as ever,” Katsuki grunts, hands in his pockets as he makes his way to the excited teacher. 

“Yes, I am, but I have great reasoning, I promise.” she says, pulling the boy into a hug as soon as he’s close enough. Katsuki, of course, tries to escape as soon as her arms wrap around him, however he’s unsuccessful and curses under his breath as Maiko squeezes him once more. 

“Kats, we’ve got so much planned, you have no idea.” she says once she’s removed her hands from him, and he’s finally able to breathe again. “But first things first, how are your hands?” 

Oh right, he had totally forgotten. He looks down at the limbs, before looking back up at Maiko, “They’re fine? They’re just a little numb since I slept in fucking Anartica last night. ”

“You’re overexaggerating, and plus it was apart of a very important experiment.”

“An...experiment?”

“Ah yes,” Maiko says, looking up at Katsuki before jotting a few things down in her notepad. “2 days ago, didn’t you realize a change in the temperature of your room?”

“Uh yeah? I complained to you how it was like I slept in Hell.”

“Right, now okay. Look at this.” She says flipping the notebook towards Katsuki, a wide grin on her face. 

In the notebook, which Katsuki realized had “Bakugou” written on the front in big, bold letters revealed a number of notes that Maiko had been taking on him. Katsuki looks up, his face scrunched up, “So you’re admitting that you’ve been stalking me?”

“No, no.” Maiko giggles, moving closer to Katsuki so she can flip the notebook to the exact page she’d wanted him to look at. “And it’s research.”

“Stalking.”

“Research.” 

“Stalki-”

“Just read the notebook, kid.”

Katsuki sighs, but looks back down at the notebook nonetheless. There are two dates, today and yesterday, and the page is filled with numbers. Though, there’s something rather familiar about the numbers, and before he can even question Maiko she’s already speaking.

“They’re your stats.”

“My stats?”

“Yes, yes, allow me to explain.” Maiko says, clasping her hands together. “I wanted to see how the Nitroglycerin in your body would react to different temperature levels.”

“So I almost blew up my bed because of your experiment?”

“Yes!”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me-”

“No, no kid, listen. This is only going to help us with your training, I swear.”

“How?”

“Okay, so I think we’ve established that your quirk works better in warmer weather rather than in the cold. And it’s not because it’s weaker, but because it requires a slightly longer time to detonate, as opposed to warm weather, where conditions are optimal for ignition.”

Katsuki nods, “Okay, so what am I supposed to do? Walk around with a fucking heater attached to my hip?”

Maiko giggles, “Funny, but no. I’m going to call some support companies and see if I can come up with a way to store your sweat. Maybe Mei can help, I’m sure she’s thought of something already-”

“Wait a minute, storing my sweat?”

“Yes, I know it’s weird, but-”

“No, no you say a lot of weird things but this isn’t one of them-”

“Aw, Katsuki! Was that a compliment?” Maiko gushes, pinching Katsuki’s cheeks between her index and middle finger. “How sweet of you, ya little gremlin.” 

“No, shut up demon,” Katsuki says successfully getting out of Maiko’s grip, this time. “But I kind of already thought of a support item like that.”

"No way!”

Katsuki nods, “About a year ago, during winter I was trying to blast a kid and it took way longer than usual.”

“Did you just say you tried to blast a-”

“They were bullying my friend.”

“Hm, I guess that’s fair.” Maiko tilts her head to the side, even placing her index finger on her chin as if she was genuinely thinking about the situation, before looking back at Katsuki. “Slide those designs my way later, ya little genius.”

“Will the temperature in my room go back to normal now?” Katsuki says, following Maiko as she leads them to the actual training room. 

Maiko nods, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that by the way, but hey! Look how much it’s going to help us out.”

“I already knew thou-”

“Shh, my child.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but stops dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Settled upon a rock, an energetic Hawks is settled upon a large rock, waving enthusiastically at Katsuki.

“You’ve got to be shitting me-”

“Katsuki! What took you so long, kiddo?” Hawks says, flying down from the rock towards Katsuki to ruffle his hair for the third time that day. 

Katsuki chooses to not respond, glancing at Maiko as a silent plea for help, Maiko, of course, chooses not to does not see, turning to Hawks, “I didn’t know you two met yet.”

“This is my newest best friend, of course we’ve already met.” Hawks says, still not removing his hand from Katsuki’s hair. “He’s adorable, I’ve chosen to adopt him as my son now.”

“What?” Katsuki speaks up, looking up at Hawks. “I never gave permission for that.”

“Uh-uh,” Maiko says, ignoring Katsuki. “Get your own, I’ve had custody over him since he’s gotten here. Plus I’ve known him longer.”

“You’ve known him for like 11 days.”

“It’s still more than the 11 minutes that you’ve known him for.”

Katsuki, instead of blowing up both of their faces, sighs walking away from the pair as they continue to argue. He could already feel that it was going to be a long day. 

--

And a long day it was. 

Katsuki pants as he stands on top of a rock, Hawks directly opposite of him. The winged teen has been looking back and forth between Katsuki and the pile of knives for the past minute, with a blank expression. He eventually turns to Maiko after a few seconds, “Are you not gonna say anything about it?”

Maiko, who’s been supervising the entire training session, tilts her head to the side, before pointing to a red handled knife, “Is that blade a drop point?”

Katsuki brightens up, “Yeah, I got it as a gift.”

Hawks speaks up once more, “A gift?”

Katsuki nods, finally catching his breath again, “I read the rule book, there was nothing wrong with carrying knives.”

“Wait, we have a rule book?” Hawks asks, turning to Maiko who shrugs then turning back to Katsuki. “Forget that, do you just carry knives on you?”

“Yeah, you don't?”

“Uh, no? Obviously not. Where do you even keep them?”

“Depends, sometimes they’re stitched into my pants, but I always find places to put them.”

“I take back what I said, you are definitely the coolest 8 year old I know.”

“I’m 9, dipshit.”

“Dipshit? That’s a new one. Your vocabulary is expanding wonderfully my dear Katsuki.”

“For fucks sa-”

Katsuki stops himself once he hears Akihido enter, and he also stops himself from socking Hawks in the jaw when he snickers. Akihido eyes the two before moving to Maiko, “How’s everything going?”

Maiko focuses her eyes on the two before speaking, “Good. Katsuki is improving in both stamina and strength, and Hawks is improving in speed. They’re good for each other, however I think Katsuki should work with Akari sometime. It’d be good to help develop his technique”

Akihido nods, ready to praise the two before his eyes land on the pile of knives by Hawk’s feet.

Hawks, who had followed his gaze, immediately panics, “I swear, they’re not mine. They’re Katsukis.”

“Oh, I knew that.” Akihido responds. “I was just wondering why you had them.”

“You knew?” Hawks exclaims.

“Yes, they’re very efficient as support weapons.” He says before his eyes shift to Katsuki. “However, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use then during training. Well, at least until you’ve mastered them.”

Katsuki nods, “That’s fair.”

“I will never understand this place.” Hawks blinks, before shaking his head with a sigh. “Are we done for today?”

Akihido nods, “That’s actually what I came here to say.”

“Great! Short-Stack, we’re going for dinner c’mon.”

“Hell no,” Katsuki says swiftly. “And I’ll kill you if you call me Short-Stack again.”

“Again with the not so heroic language!” Hawks clicks his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “But seriously, c’mon let's go, I’m hungry.

Katsuki sighs, closing his eyes before responding again, mostly realizing he’d be forced to whether or not he said yes,  “Where do you wanna go chicken wing?”

“Yes!” Hawks says, throwing his arm around a very annoyed Katsuki. “There’s this really good place that sells really good fried chicken, but Akihido said you liked spicy food. So I thought we could go to-”

“You guys are getting food?” Maiko says, and in a second she’s by their side. “I’m in, let’s go.”

“Kill me now.” Katsuki mutters under his breath as both teenagers by his side laugh. It even prompts Hawks to pinch Katsuki’s cheek, “Calm down dynamite, it’s not like we’ll eat you.”

“Next time you put your hands by my face, I’ll bite it off.” Katsuki says as the trio proceed to make their way out of the building. 

Katsuki’s words cause Hawks to remove his hand away from the child’s face, looking at him incredulously, “I don't know whether I should fear you or find you adorable.”

“You fear, Katsuki?” Maiko says, showing a security guard a card before they’re allowed to leave the building, Hawks does the same. “What is there to fear? He’s literally an exploding ball of fire.”

“Did you hear yourself when you described him?”

“Have you forgotten that I’m right here?”

Hawks grins, “Yeah, almost couldn’t see ya shrimpy.”

“I swear-”

Maiko interrupts the two, “While it’s always interesting to see these conversations, can I remind you two that we’re actually in public now? I’d rather not get a complaint before the two of you even become heroes.”

“Fine.”

Hawks shrugs, placing his hand in Katsuki’s hair for the fourth time that day, “What do you mean Maiko? We’re besties, this is just our show of affection towards each other.”

“You seriously give me a headache.” Katsuki sighs, not even finding the energy to shrug Hawks’ hand away, which Hawks subconsciously views as Katsuki finally accepting his friendship. 

Maybe he is, maybe he’s not. He’s not telling Hawks, even if he finds the teen amusing. 

“Seeing you guys train was so cool though,” Maiko begins. “Like, I never thought I’d see you get whooped by a literal elementary schooler Hawks, but here we are.”

Katsuki snorts, as Hawks lets out a “Hey!” causing Maiko to giggle as well as they begin to cross the street’s busy intersection. 

“But, I meant what I told Akihido earlier. You two are weirdly perfect training partners, despite your quirks. I mean, of course Katsuki is gonna need more training, well a lot more training because like he just started, but-”

“Hey, uh Maiko?”

“-he’s probably gonna have to work on his technique a little more, he mentioned that he wanted to go to UA and-”

“Maiko?”

“-to be honest, he doesn't even need to go to UA. He can go straight into hero work-”

“Maiko!”

Maiko turns to Hawks, suddenly aware that she’s been rambling the entire time, “Oops, sorry what’s wrong?”

Hawks blinks at her, and she looks around before finally putting two and two together. 

"Hawks?”

“Yes, Maiko?”

“Where the fuck is Katsuki?”



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“Why the hell would you wait so long to tell me!” Maiko says, already placing a comn in her ear, glaring at Hawks as he does the same. Simultaneously, her hand is already reaching for her phone, the headquarter’s number already displayed on the screen.

“He can’t be far.” Hawks says. “You stay on ground, and I’ll take the air.”

“Obviously. I can’t fly smart one.”

Hawks rolls his eyes, taking off into the sky, his voice now directly in Maiko’s ear, “He’s not the type to wander off, I think someone took him.”

“We just left the building, who already knows of him?”

“Maybe it has nothing to do with Hero Society,” Hawks says, wincing at the harsh wind already blowing against his face. “Like what if it’s just some pervert-”

“Hawks, I’d rather not think about that.” Maiko says as her phone finally connects with Akihido on the line. “Hey, Akihido, someone’s taken Katsuki.”

"What?"

“Someone’s taken Katsuki.”

It’s silent for a few minutes on the line, literal dead silence, until Hawks speaks up from Maiko’s comn, “Yeah, we’re probably fucked.”

And while Maiko already had a response ready, Akihido finally says something. 

"Maiko?"

“Yes?”

"Be very specific."

"Yes,"

"What do you mean someone took Katsuki?”

“Well,” Maiko says, weaving through crowds of people as she makes her way through the busy city. “We were going out to dinner-”

"We? You're with Hawks?

“Yeah, wait, I'll connect him” Maiko says, muttering out an “excuse me” when she bumps into a man, and what seems to be a child. As promised, she presses a button on the top of her comn, connecting Hawks to the current call. 

“Hey, Akihido. How’s everything going?” Hawks says once he’s connected, and if he were anywhere near Maiko he’d definitely have a bruise on his other shin by now. 

"I’d say great, but currently Katsuki is missing, so I don’t think it’s going too well.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Hawks says insightfully. 

“What even happened? ” Akihido says, and Maiko can hear the rapid typing of a keyboard from his end.

“Well, we were going out for dinner, and I think someone snatched him, he’s definitely not the type of kid to run.” She says, looking into the window of a department store, hoping to see some sign of Katsuki’s unruly blonde hair. 

“We were in the middle of the Meji Intersection, tell Mera to check the cameras.” Hawks adds,

”On it. Hawks, are you in the air?”

"Am I in the air?” he mocks. “Of course, I’m in the air, where else would I be?”

"You’re talking a lot for someone who just lost the newest recruit.”

“Hey!” Hawks says. “ Technically, we didn't lose him if someone literally kidnapped him.” 

“Hawks, please be quiet.” Maiko groans. “Do you see anything?”

Hawks sighs, “No. Where the hell could they’ve gone in 2 minutes?”

“It’s possible that we’re dealing with a teleportation quirk.”

“Fuck.”

"Come  back to Headquarters. If I’m right, we’re dealing with something bigger than just the average kidnapper.” 

“Got it.”

“Gotcha.”

"Katsuki, for the love of God kid, please be okay.” Maiko thinks to herself as she turns around to comply with Akihido’s orders. And though it’s not a large surprise, Hawks and Akihido are having the exact same thoughts. 

--

If anything, Katsuki was confused. 

A mere 2 seconds ago, the 9 year old was at an intersection, with both Maiko and Hawks, and suddenly he’s in a random building. Though, something’s not right. It doesn't seem as if it’s a kidnapping, because first of all, he’s not being strapped down to anything, and it’s almost seems as if he’s free to leave, though-

“Sensei, are you sure this’ll work?”

“Yes, I have high hopes.”

Okay, nope. Scratch that plan. He's definitely not free to leave.

Those are voices, and they’re making their way closer to him. Katsuki looks around, trying to at least get a decent analysis of his surroundings. As from what he can see, there’s one door, and two small windows positioned on either side of the room. He could blast the wall, though he had no exact way to tell what floor of the building he was on, and without that information he could possible fall to his death. Blasting the door was probably the only and best solution, though that plan gets blown to dust when the metal door creaks open, revealing two figures.

“Bakugou Katsuki, it’s a pleasure.”

Katsuki raises his eyebrow, and he’s highly skeptical of the entire situation. Usually, he’d probably bark out an insult at the man, but not only was he slightly tired from training, but he was still confused as to where he was. Keeping his mouth shut for the time being would probably be in his best interest.

“I know you’re probably wondering what’s going on, and trust me, I would too if I were in your position. However, there is no need to fear-”

“Sensei, I don’t think we have the time for one of your grand speeches.” the blue haired boy standing next to him mutters, scratching at his neck. 

“Hm, you may be right.” the taller, and older, man nods. “Though, I’d like to give him some type of explanation as to what’s going on.”

The boy shrugs, “Okay.”

Katsuki blinks, as the man begins to speak up once again, “Anyways, Bakugou, in short, we’ve brought you here because you hold a large amount of potential. Unfortunately, the Hero Commission has seen that potential, and are already searching for ways to make you their personal toy."

Katsuki blinks again, and before he can even begin to comprehend what he said, he begins to speak again, “I’ve brought you here to give you a gift of sorts.”

“A..gift?” the nine year old speaks for the first time since the men have entered the room.

“Yes.” he says, clasping his hands together in front of him. “I’m sure I’m not making a lot of sense right now-”

“You’re really not.” Katsuki says, inciting a slight chuckle from the older. 

“Yes, I figured. Though, I'm sure it’ll make sense in a few years. By then, everything will be set into place.”

“Y’know, old man.” Katsuki says, kicking a lonesome pebble settled by his shoe. “You’re very vague.”

This incites a snort from the older teenager, though, it doesn't stop the older man from what seems to be his prolonged speech, as he continues, “That would be the point, yes.”

Katsuki nods, “Okay. Can I go now? I don’t know how I got here, but I kinda have to be somewhere important.”

“Of course,” The older man says, and Katsuki swears he sees something similar to a smile make its way across his face. “Just one moment.”

And before Katsuki can protest, a beam of light fills the room, and then all Katsuki sees is black. 

--

“Alright, so let’s get this straight,” a man says as soon as Maiko and Hawks enter the room. “You two,” he pauses to point at the two teenagers. “-lost the newest recruit,” another pause to look down at his watch. “-in less than 20 minutes of having him outside.”

“That sounds about right, yeah.” Maiko says, scratching the back of her neck.

The man sighs, bringing his hands up to rub at his temples, “Lovely” 

“Okay,” Hawks says this time. “While I know this is like a very serious situation, and all, I have a question.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong kid?”

“Who are you?”

“Hawks!” Maiko says, elbowing the younger teen in ribs as soon as the words leave his mouth. “You don’t just ask people that!”

Hawks hisses as he rubs at the new bruise already starting to form, “ What? You meet a random hobo-”

“Kid, I’m still here.”

“Sorry,” Hawks winces at the man before turning back to Maiko. “But, excuse me . You’re telling me that if you met a random man in a very confidential meeting room, you’d have no questions as to who he is?

“No, ya dumbass.” Maiko sighs. “Security here is tight, he obviously needs to be someone important to make it so far into the building.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Moron.”

“Hey!”

“You two done?” The man speaks up, lifting his coffee cup to his lips as Maiko and Hawks nod. “Great, so we can get started.” 

The two nod, but before they can even take their seats, the opening of the door catches their attention. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Akihdo says rushing into the room, a stack of papers in his hand. Fortunately, he reaches the table without dropping them, even letting a sigh of relief leave his lips. But that relief is immediately washed away when he spots the man at the head of the table watching the scene in amusement, “Ah, I see you all have met.”

“Not at all.” 

“Nope.” Hawks says.

“We don’t even know his name.” Maiko says. 

“Ah,” Akihido sighs. “Ai- Eraser , this is Maiko and Hawks. Maiko and Hawks, this is Underground Pro-Hero Eraserhead.”

Maiko really wishes she could take out her phone and snap a picture out of the immediate regret that makes its way onto Hawks’ face. But before Hawks can even begin to apologize, Eraserhead speaks up, “Don’t worry about it. I'm glad you questioned me, even though it was completley idiotic.”

“Now, that’s a bit far-fetch-”

“While I’m glad you all are getting acquainted, I’d really like to get to work on the missing child.” 

“That’d be in our best interest, yes.” Eraserhead says before turning to the two teens. “Tell me everything that happened.”

“Well-”

Actually , before any of that happens.” Akihido interrupts once more. “I’d like to give you all a briefing on Katsuki.”

"Wow, you guys are on first-named basis, already." Eraserhead snorts, receiving a slight glare from Akihido. 

“A...briefing?” Hawks questions, ignoring the two. 

“Yes.” Akihido says, turning back to face the rest of the group. 

“There’s even more to that kid, than we already know?”

“Correct.”

Eraserhead rubs his temples once more, “I should’ve never taken this job. I can already feel the impending migraine.”

And he was right. When the 20 minute “lecture” of sorts is done, Maiko is staring at Akihido wide-eyed, Hawks is just blinking at the screen, and Eraserhead is honestly intrigued. 

It’s Maiko who speaks up first, clearing her throat before she does, “Wouldn’t this briefing have been helpful before we took him into our custody?”

“Well, yes-”

Eraserhead interrupts Akihido before he even lets another word out, “The Commision knew of this, and instead of helping him they’re turning him into their personal dog?”


“I wouldn’t say it like that , but unfortunately, it’s correct.” Akihido sighs. “Only a select few were aware.”

“And me, one of the people in charge of training him, wasn’t a part of those select few?” Maiko says, raising her eyebrow. “The kid has an entire other quirk-”

“Maiko.” Akihido says sternly. “While I appreciate your concern and passion, I’d like to remind you that there are people passing by as we speak. This is not a soundproof room.” the man continues, closing the file that was previously open in front of him. “We simply didn’t tell you out of fear for your safety.”  

Maiko closes her eyes before she exhales, turning to Akihido as she mutters out,  “Sorry.” 

Akihido lets a small smile make its way onto his face as a silent acceptance of her apology, while Hawks begins to speak up, “So are we gonna assume the presumed kidnapper took him because of his quirk, well quirks?”

“It’s rare that there’d be another reason, but I’m more worried about the two major targets this kid has placed on his back. It’s likely that there’s been villains waiting for this day to come, but whoever constructed this plan went about it in a different sense. I’d hate to say it, but their plan was seamless.”

Akihido nods, “A teleportation quirk was used. It’s almost as if Katsuki disappeared from thin air.”

“Okay, are there people looking for him?” 

“As we speak, yes,”

“Okay, well they’re probably looking in the nearby area.” Maiko says. “If we’re dealing with a teleportation quirk, he can possibly be anywhere in the world.”

“I doubt that the quirk could teleport people up to that extent,” Hawks says. “I’d say it probably extends somewhere in between a 10-20 mile radius.”

“And if it doesn't?” Maiko counters. 

“It probably does.” Hawks shrugs. “With his parents, they mainly focus in Japan, I doubt they’re big anywhere else, meaning that the villain we’re dealing with is probably close by.”

“Word can travel fast.”

“Maiko, while I love how big your brain is-”

“That sounds oddly sarcastic-”

“-I doubt anyone from Italy is trying to kidnap Katsuki.”

“Are they always like this?” Aizawa glances at Maiko and Hawks before looking back at Akihido. 

“Unfortunately.” Akihido sighs. 

Aizawa snorts, letting his eyes drift back to the two teens just as Maiko rolls her eyes, “Okay, Hawks, now what if your grand plan is wrong?”

“I’m never wrong.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Okay,” Aizawa says, finally deciding to cut into the conversation. “Do you two idiots realize that your argument is pointless?”

“Hey!”

“That was a bit uncalled for.”

“Well, it’s true.” Aizawa snorts. “You both have come up with good ideas, put them together-”

“Eraserhead, Moonlight, Squad 3 has found him.” An agent bustles into the room, panting.

Everyone in the room stands up promptly, but surprisingly Aizawa is the first on to speak, “Where?”

“Seraph Park.”

Aizawa nods, and almost if it were a message sent telepathically everyone is moving to get out of the room and to Katsuki. Hawks, who’s trailing behind the two older adults with Maiko, leans towards the older teen, whispering, “Please tell me I’m not the only one who forgot Akihido is a hero.”

“Nope, I forgot too.”

--

When Katsuki wakes up, it’s to two things. The first thing is a bright light shining directly in his face, and the second is a drastic pain in his side. He groans, squinting at the light, “What the fuck?”

“He’s awake!” someone calls out, and for some reason the sound is 10x louder than it’d usually be. Katsuki groans once more.

“Kats!” A disorientated, but loud voice shouts, and a few seconds later, two arms are wrapping around his abdomen and squeezing him gently. “Don’t ever scare us like that again kid.” 

His vision’s still hazy, but he’s smart enough to recognize to the cheerful voice. He grumbles lazily, “Maiko, you’re the one who lost me dumbass.” 

A snort comes from his right, and he looks up to a hobo a man dressed in black, “I like this kid."

"Technically, we didn't lose you." Maiko says, squeezing Katsuki once more. 

He squints, about to respond when another voice breaks out from his left, “Katsuki!” 

“Dear God.” Katsuki groans, turning only for a few moments before being gripped into a bone-crushing hug. 

Before Katsuki can even attempt to escape, Hawks starts rambling, “Katsuki, oh my god. I am so sorry, kid I swear I didn’t even know what happened until I didn’t hear your grumbling. I swear, I won’t let anything like that happen-”

“It wasn't your fault you sorry excuse for a chicken nugget,” Katsuki grumbles from his position mushed into Hawk’s chest. Not expecting Hawks to pick up on it, he quietly mumbles, “It was mine.”

Hawks pushes Katsuki away, holding him firmly by his shoulders, lowering his voice as he begins to speak, “Don’t ever say anything like that.”

“But-”

“Katsuki.” Hawks says sternly. “Trust me, okay? In no way, was any of this your fault. It’s simply those bastards, okay?”

Katsuki nods, and Hawks can feel that the young child is not taking the words to heart, but it’ll be something the two will focus on later. Currently, his goal was trying to avoid the wrath of a very angry Maiko who he had pushed over on his way to tackle Katsuki.

Katsuki sighs as he watches the two, unaware of the Pro-Hero approaching him from behind until he speaks, “Bakugou, right?”

Surprised, Katsuki turns to the man, “Who’s asking?”

“Well, obviously me.” 

Katsuki sighs, figuring there's no point in trying to conceal his identity. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I figured,” the unknown man rolls his eyes. “You did good, kid.”

“I know.”

The man, who Katsuki’s assumes is amused based on the look on his face, nods to himself, “So I’ve met another problem child.”

“What.” 

“Nothing.” 

“No, no, I heard that.”

“You heard nothing, child.” the man says, turning on his heel, to walk away from a baffled Katsuki. Katsuki, blinks, slightly chuckling at the entire ordeal. But before he can even do anything else, the pain in his side returns, and he’s falling on to the ground with a groan.

“Katsuki?”

“Oh god, Eraser, call for an ambulance, Katsuki’s down!”

“Katsuki, c’mon kid, this is the 3rd heart attack you’re giving us today.”

"Katsuki?"

"Katsuki?"

--

 

From their spot, in a building with an excellent view of the scene that just played out, Shigaraki sighs, “Y’know we could’ve dropped him off a little lower.”

“There’s nothing wrong with dropping a child from the 8th floor of a building. He survived, no?” 

The teen shrugs, mumbling “I guess.” before turning to the older man, who’s still staring out of the window, watching as the Pro-Hero, Eraserhead, starts to carry an unconscious Katsuki on his back, “Sensei, why did you send him back to the Heroes? We could easily find someone with a brainwashing quirk, and then-”

“Tomura, I’d like it if you had at least some faith in me.” 

“I do, honestly,” He says, scratching at the skin of his arm. “I’d just like to know what was the point of bringing him here, only to let him go.” 

“You’ve heard of Thunder and Storm, yes?” AFO says, turning to the young teenager. 

"A little. I don’t know a lot about Thunder, but Storm’s quirk is similar to yours, right?”

“Not quite. His quirk allows him to possess any quirk he knows a decent amount of information on, without taking the quirk. If I’m right, he can store about 10-15 quirks at a time, swapping them out as he pleases. And Thunder, well she has the same quirk as Bakugou.” 

“Okay, that could just be coincidental-" 

“Bakugou is their son.” 

Shigaraki’s eyes widen, “Oh shit.”

"Correct.” 

“Wait,” Shigaraki turns to AFO. “Is that why the Heroes decided to ‘train’ him?”

AFO nods, “That’s correct. Oddly, Bakugou has developed twin quirks, from both parents, meaning he’s inherited ‘Quirk Storage’.

“That’s really the name?”

“Yes.”

“It sucks.”

“I’m aware.”

Shigaraki tilts his head, “Okay, okay, but I’m still confused.” and there’s another scratch from his neck before he continues. “If you knew this, why’d you let him go?”

“To put it simply, the Heroes are only making our job simpler.” AFO says. “We’ll let them train him, and in no time, he’ll realize how flawed their system is. In a way, he’ll be made into their dog, and from then his hatred for them will grow.”

“Sensei, how far did you think this through?”

“Pretty far. I have hopes for the both of you, and of course, those hopes are higher for you, but I do think with Bakugou, our goal is in fingertip’s reach.”

Shigaraki shrugs, “Okay.”

“Now c’mon, let’s get something to eat.”