Also, I hate Izuku's fake name as much as he definitely does but I figured Hisashi would pick something American-ish and an I name so *gestures* if y'all have better ones, though, I'm all ears.
Izuku prefers Iza pronounced like Izu with an A, btw.
The first thing Iza did when he returned home from his secret meeting was flop onto his bed and squeal into his pillow.
Because he just /met/ and /talked/ and
So why did it feel like he was in a daze still? Like the past hour or so had been
Iza supposed that's what happens when you sit across from your /idol/. Because, yes, All Might was amazing and strong but entirely unachievable. Ground Zero, though? Iza had always felt closer to him. Maybe because they were the same age? Maybe because Iza loved how the
Either way, Iza had been kind of obsessed with Ground Zero news for the past year. He followed interviews, recent fights, rankings, anything really. He even had a magazine
Which is why Iza recognized the hero easily out of his hero uniform. Not that he'd ever admit /that/ to the cocky blond with the devil's grin.
The only thing Iza didn't know about Ground Zero
He would have loved to see what the man was capable of back then.
Iza jolted from his minor freak fest at the phone buzzing in his pocket. He quickly grabbed the device and glanced at the screen, heart hammering slightly as he recognized
253-215-XXXX: u make it back okay?
Iza hid his smile back into the pillow, a giddy fluttery feeling blooming in his chest.
/Calm down, Iza. You know it isn't like that./
Nope, not even in a million years.
Me: think i can handle myself
There. Or could that count
Iza panicked slightly at the already sent text. However, he missed the reply as the sound of footsteps outside his door.
He was off the bed and sitting at his desk before his father ever opened the door. Hisashi frowned at him from the threshold, eyeing him for a
"You left hours ago, why are you still in your suit?" he asked suddenly when the two of them got into a minor stare off.
Iza winced internally, cursing the fact he hadn't changed the minute he got home. Not that he had expected his father to be home so early, though.
Hisashi grunted slightly. "How is that going, by the way? Any issues lately?"
"Uh, no? Should there be?" Iza asked blankly.
"Hn, got word someone's been digging up that old case again. I wanted to make sure no one
"Oh, no, nothing like that," Iza cracked a smile. "Just torture by power point and tests as usual."
"Good," Hisashi nodded, taking a step back. "Don't stay up to late."
"Sure thing, Dad," Iza said lightly.
He melted in his seat as soon as the man shut the
253-215-XXXX: bet that's the only thing u can handle
Iza raised an eyebrow at that challenge.
Me: handled you just fine didn't i?
253-215-XXXX: not even close
He needed to be on his guard, not... happy or anything. For all purposes, Ground Zero was his enemy. Just an enemy with a common adversary. The blond could turn him in at a
He had to get it together. It didn't matter that he had some kind of celebrity crush on the guy! No, Iza's goal was to take down his father and he needed Ground Zero's help for that. That was it, he told himself firmly.
Me: whatever you say. I'll contact you
253-215-XXXX: whatever deku
Iza wrinkled his nose at the nickname again. What did that mean anyway? Maybe he could ask a professor at school? He was certain there were Japanese classes somewhere.
Add that to his list of things to do, he supposed.
The second his last test was over he felt that giddiness creep back into his chest all over again. Iza had made a point not to contact the hero again
Now, they could meet and start planning. Iza had been watching his father closely. He was certain the man was planning something now.
Me: he's meeting with someone this weekend
The man's response was swift.
GZ: where? When? Are you going?
Iza couldn't even finish his reply before the man was
"I-uh, hello?" Iza stuttered into the phone.
"Where are you right now?"
"Uh, on campus? Why-"
"We got to meet. Right now."
Iza felt himself sweat.
"Why now? The meeting is in five days?" he asked, mildly panicking.
"Because. We gotta go over your quirk."
"I'll explain when you get here. You remember where my apartment is, right?"
"Good. Hurry up."
Iza stared at his phone, feeling more than a little confused. What did his quirk have to do with anything?
"What took you so long?" he demanded, red eyes tracking up and down the hallway for a moment.
"Does the great Ground Zero not know how buses work?" Iza
The blond instantly sneered. "Don't call me that."
"What? It's your hero name, isn't it?"
"I fucking hate it when it comes out of your mouth," the hero snapped and Iza shrugged helplessly.
"What do you want me to call you then? Katsuki? Bakugou?"
Iza frowned, watching as the blond shut the door. "Okay... Then what do you want me to call you? And where are we going?"
"Roof. And," the blond paused as he punched the
Iza blinked for a moment. "K-what?"
"I want you to call me Kacchan," the hero said with a firmness that Iza didn't quite understand.
The elevator arrived before
"So... Why Kacchan?" he finally asked and the blond
"To avoid people knowing who I am and shit is all," he said simply but Iza could hear something in his voice. A slight tremor underneath the irritation that man wore like a shield.
Iza tilted his head curiously. "Isn't chan for little kids?"
"Thought you didn't know Japanese."
"I don't but there's a few people on campus that do," Iza admitted with a shrug. "And Deku's an insult, isn't it? It means useless?"
"Yeah, but that's not what I mean when I call you that," the other man said with a shrug.
"It means you can do it when it comes to you," Kacchan said simply and Iza frowned slightly.
"How does that work?"
"No fucking idea. That's just what /your/ Deku means, okay?"
Iza understood that last part, at least.
Iza apparently didn't need to learn Japanese. Nevermind the fact Iza's goal in life was
Then again, he hadn't told his father about his obsession with heroes or his plans to work with them. As far as his father knew, he was studying to be a social worker that specialized in quirk counseling.
The elevator pinged above them and Iza squinted as the fading sunlight streamed in, nearly blinding him. There was a helicopter pad on the roof of Kacchan's apartment building.
"Uh, we getting picked up or
"No. I want you to fight me. With your quirk," he said simply.
"Uh, no? No, that's a bad idea," Iza said, quickly waving his hands in front of him.
"Thought so. I went back to examine footage they have of you,"
"Well, you're gonna have to get used to it and we got five days to do
"Because you're gonna tell me if it hurts anywhere, alright? I saw you punching all kinds of shit in the footage. Don't your
Iza blinked in surprise.
"Uh, I mean, I thought that was just recoil from the punches..."
The blond sighed heavily and jerked Iza's arm to him. A tingling sensation shot up the green haired man's arm and down his spine as the blond massaged
"Uh!" Iza jerked away, face in flames. "I, uh, didn't feel any pain!"
"Hm," the blond grunted before he nodded. "Fine. But when you use your
"My legs? You want me to kick people to death?" Iza asked and Kacchan rolled his eyes.
"You're not gonna beat anyone to death. I'm gonna teach you how to control your output, alright?"
"And you're gonna do that how?"
"Gonna kick your ass
He tried to predict and the blond switched it up, as if he knew that's what Iza was trying to do. It was
Iza had his ass kicked a lot over of the past five days. He'd come over after the hero's work had ended and then they'd train on the rooftop until late at night.
Currently, he was pinned under the blond as they tried to regain their breath. Iza had almost won
"Getting better, Deku," the blond huffed above him, shifting to rest on his heels. "Hopefully, this meeting isn't super fucking important and we don't gotta do shit."
Iza barely heard
What if th blond noticed? Maybe he'd write it off as being from the fight.
So, hopefully the blond would think it was that
God, that'd be embarrassing.
"Oi, Deku," Kacchan snapped his fingers in front of his face, jolting him out of his spiraling thoughts. "What's with you?"
"I-" Iza swallowed thickly. "J-just thirsty?"
Kacchan sighed heavily before he stood, holding out his hand to help the smaller man to his feet. Iza accepted the offer only because he was certain his legs were straight jello. From the embarrassment and fight.
Iza watched as the final sun's rays played through the ash blond hair. He was beautiful,
Iza startled again, eyes snapping up to red ones. Oh shit, had he been checking him out? All of him? Ohgodohgod-
"UUHH," Iza immediately grabbed his own towel and buried his burning face into the cotton barrier. "Meeting! Right!
Iza yelped when the towel was jerked from his face and suddenly the blond was really, really close. Too close. He tried to pull back but
"You're blushing again."
"No, I'm not, I'm just sweaty and-"
"And blushing like an idiot," Kacchan said simply, a slight smirk tilting his lips. "What's got you so flustered?"
"I was just thinking?" he said, unsure.
"About what?" Kacchan asked back, loosening his grip on the other man's face.
Iza's eyes dropped to the blond's lips before he could stop himself. It was crazy how much he wanted to kiss him, right? He'd
"You wanna kiss me, nerd?"
"Yes," he answered before he even realized it. Iza grimaced immediately, stepping back. "But that's
"Appropriate?" Kacchan raised an eyebrow. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Just-" Iza swallowed before he laughed slightly. "We barely know each other? I mean, I admire you, a lot, as a hero and even when you're being an ass you aren't that bad
"Deku," the blond stepped forward and Iza gulped as the man leveled their faces. "If you want to kiss me and I want to kiss you, what's the big deal?"
Iza felt his brain
"I-I don't even know how," Iza spluttered out the only excuse he could think of in that moment. He clung to it, like the last shred of his sanity.
Kacchan's grin was devastatingly handsome.
Iza stared at him, a feeling rising in his chest. It was indescribable. It choked him almost with its intensity and, suddenly, he couldn't hold back anymore.
He flung himself forward, wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, and kissed
And the strange thing was? It felt familiar. Kissing Ground Zero. The feel of rough hands dragging down his sides, the sweet smell of nitroglycerin, the taste of his
Iza could almost guarantee he'd done this before. He tried to chase that feeling across the blond's skin, from lips to neck to shoulder. The soft gasp that pulled from Kacchan tugged at something in Iza's brain.
"Deku," the blond whispered quietly and Iza whimpered, lips
When they finally pulled away, Iza was breathless. Kacchan cupped his cheek, rubbing a thumb over his freckles slowly.
"Why are you
An elevator, hands on both sides of him, a sneer in his face that he adored somehow. A shower stall.
He heard the blond call him but he couldn't say or do anything. It felt like someone had taken an ax to his head. He clutched both sides of his head and screamed in pure
"Shit, shit, Izu-fuck, Iza, hang on, let me-"
He felt the impact like a dull thud against the already body numbing pain. The darkness wasn't far behind. It engulfed him like a tidal wave; and as he was sinking under, all he could hear was Kacchan saying sorry repeatedly
Katsuki felt like the biggest fucking asshole in existence.
He /knew/ what would happen if Izuku started to remember. And his greedy ass decided to push his luck anyway.
"Fuck," he cursed as he bowed his head, his fingers buried deep into his hair. He was still at the
"Hello?" Katsuki's head snapped up at the voice and was face to face suddenly with Midoriya Inko.
Either way, shit, why was she talking to him? Where was Hisashi?
"I heard you're the one that brought my son to the hospital, is that right?" she asked softly.
All he could do was nod in response. He was very surprised by the
"I wanted to thank you!" she said with a low bow. "My son hasn't had an attack like this in so long. I'm always worried it'll happen where I'm not able to help him. I'm so thankful that a good Samaritan was around to help when he needed it!"
Izuku and Auntie Inko were honestly the best, nicest, kindest people he knew. And Hisashi did this to them.
Inko straightened up and nervously fiddled with her bag for a moment.
"I still appreciate it greatly. I know... his attacks aren't pretty.
"Wait." Katsuki's guilt ridden brain took a damn second to catch up. "This has happened before?"
"Unfortunately," Inko sighed softly. "Iza's been having them for the past three years."
"Do you know why?"
Yeah, that made sense.
Was it possible Izuku had fought through the block made
"Can I see him?" Katsuki asked suddenly, needing to know.
"Of course. He's awake now and I'm sure he'd like to thank you in person!"
"Thank you, Auntie."
He almost didn't have the strength to open the door. But he squared his shoulders, tried to smother the hope also burning in his chest, and stepped
Izuku was staring at the ceiling, eyes glassy, when they walked in. It seemed to take him a moment to realize someone had even open the door.
"Honey, this is the man that brought you here," Inko said softly. Izuku blinked slowly in response, eyes tracking over Bakugou
Katsuki felt the dread claw up his throat at the look on the other man's face.
There was absolutely no recognition in those eyes.
"I'm sorry," Inko said, turning back to Katsuki when Izuku didn't say anything. "He's usually a little dazed at first and-"
Inko immediately spun around, grabbing a hold of his hand.
"Where's Dad?" he asked softly and Inko looked pained.
"He had to work tonight but he'll be here in the morning, okay?" Inko said gently.
"Of course, baby, I'll be right back," Inko rushed out of the room. Katsuki shifted, not wanting to be there. He couldn't stand that blank look and-
Katsuki felt relief flood his body abd he stepped forward,
"Deku? You remember me?" he asked, hope surging in his chest, overcoming the worry and fear.
A small smile crossed the other man's lips.
"How could I forget you?" Katsuki sagged in relief, nearly pulled up the nerd up to kiss the shit out of
Katsuki froze, his hope wilting inside him. It turned to ash in his mouth. The quirk hadn't broken. This was still 'Iza'. Not his Deku.
Fuck, he felt like crying.
"Kacchan? What's wr-"
"Oh," Izuku frowned. "You're not mad we're gonna miss that meeting?"
"What?" Shit, he hadn't even realized that. "No. We'll get the bastard later. It's fine. Just...
"Okay...," Izuku said, blinking slightly. "Sorry about all this."
"Fuck you and your sorry. Just get fucking better.l," Katsuki said as he left.
He'd never admit that the last sentence came out as more of a plea than anything.
Izuku was only in the hospital for a day or so. Katsuki got the text from the nerd but he was worried about seeing him.
What if it made everything worse? What if he'd somehow opened some kind of floodgates for this shit to keep happening? He didn't want Izuku to go crazy
So, Katsuki stayed away. As far away as possible. Even when he heard the vigilante was back into his old tricks again, the blond made
To keep him busy, and stop himself from going crazy, Katsuki worked around the clock
It was another late night for him (or technically, early morning) about three weeks after Izuku's hospitalization when Katsuki stumbled himself to his apartment to find a shock waiting for
"Bakugou Katsuki, what a surprise."
Katsuki sneered at the man, recognizing him instantly.
"Somehow I don't think you're that damn surprised, asshole."
"That's true," Midoriya Hisashi hummed, eyeing him critically. "No one else in your agency would make the mistake of
"If you're here to threaten me, it's not gonna work," Katsuki growled. "I'm
"Oh? Are you even sure they /want/ to go home?" Hisashi raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
Katsuki had to hold in his own smirk. The guy had no idea Izuku and he had already
"You clearly don't know your son very well," was all Katsuki said.
"And you don't know me well," Hisashi countered simply, "if you think I'm going to let you run around making my life difficult."
If he took Hisashi out here, it'd finally be over.
Katsuki heard the heavy footballs behind him and knew the man didn't come alone.
The first man came from the right. He plowed forward like a freight train and the blond sidestepped easily.
Mortar and brick cracked under the impact, the
He didn't have time to stop.
The next man and the next and the next came at him from all sides, clogging up the hallway with bodies and blocking any retreat.
He was tempted to blast them all away but there were people in this building.
A hand grasped him.
He smelled ozone, a familiar scent from being around Kaminari. He released a quick explosion to the man's stomach. He flew backwards into the others. Burnt flesh acidic in Katsuki's nose as he moved forward, hands sparking with
No one was intimidated in the slightest. They knew he wouldn't put innocents at risk. Was probably counting on it, actually. He either went all out and the building collapsed or they captured him.
Hisashi had planned a win-win for himself. And Katsuki wanted to
Question was fucking /how/.
The answer came in the form of a black whip. It latched around the goon that had slammed Katsuki's head into the brick. The guy had long enough to look confused before he was suddenly flung straight out the nearest window.
Immediately, Hisashi's goons started yelping and going down one by one, starting at the other end of the hallway.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, not even looking as his whip tossed another guy out the window.
"'Course I'm okay. Nice whip," he commented and he didn't need to see
"Well, this is going to make things easier," Hisashi spoke from behind, having never left Katsuki's door. "Two birds with one stone, if you will."
He spoke in Japanese. Izuku huffed under his mask, turning to face his father.
He could feel the other man's grin.
"You can count on me."
He ran straight to the window and leaped out, explosions slowing his descent to ground level.
"Your quirk...," Katsuki started, eyeing him. "You're using it differently."
"Yeah, something... Ever since my attack, it's felt different," he admitted, his own eyes locked on the guys streaming
"I--" Well, fuck, he hadn't been expecting the nerd to call him out
"Was it the attack I had? Or the kiss? I didn't figure you for the type of guy that runs away," the man continued lightly.
"Oi, I don't run from shit! I just couldn't... see you anymore," he finished awkwardly and Izuku snorted, dropping down into a familiar fighting style. The one from UA. Katsuki's heart clenched.
"Fancy way of saying you ran away but that's fine-" Izuku
"Are you-" Katsuki blasted a guy back while trying to choke back his own laughter. "Are you seriously quoting All Might right fucking now?!"
"This is the perfect moment and you know it," Izuku laughed himself, kicking villain after
"Fucking hell," Katsuki said under his breath, catching sight of Hisashi stepping out of the building. He was walking away. "Oh no, you don't, asshole!"
Katsuki blasted up and over the crowd, coming in fast. Hisashi didn't even have time to turn before the blond
However, on impact, the man exploded into a haze of pink smoke.
"What the-" Katsuki didn't get to finish the sentence as he suddenly stumbled, collapsing to his knees. He realized in a rush that his body was completely numb.
Katsuki heard Izuku shout something from behind. /Don't come, Deku/, was all the blond could think before
"Kacchan? Kacchan, wake up, please."
"Oh, thank god," the man
"Why..." /Why are you here?!/ he wanted to shout. Fucking asshole and his lack of self preservation!
"Sorry, I couldn't just-" he didn't get to finish the sentence as a door
"Wow, boss, you're really putting me to work today! Two guys for me to Rewrite and one of them is a Pro Hero! Ah, you're too good to me!"
"Anything in particular you want me to do?"
Katsuki managed to lift his head up to see the man approaching him. He was tall with a Cheshire grin on his face as he approached.
Katsuki realized with a rush that this was the guy. The one that took Izuku's
"You fucking bastard, die!" Katsuki tried to launch at the guy's face, even though he knew he was tied to a damn chair.
"Oo, feisty," the guy grinned hugely. "How about I give you an easy life with no issues, huh? Calm that fire down and make you a docile
"Leave him alone!" Izuku shouted next to him, chair rattling as he struggled.
The guy glanced over to him, that smile still firmly in place. "You're next, kid, don't worry."
"Derek," Hisashi called and the man straightened up with a hum. "Keep Ground Zero the
"Oh? But boss, that's boring," Derek slumped.
"It's simple. We can't have another Harleen incident. It'll spark another investigation. Just do it," Hisashi said, leaning back against the wall.
He felt Izuku still next to him, a wave of confusion coming off him.
"Oh, he doesn't," Hisashi chuckled. "My son hasn't thought about
"Bet that's because you had this guy invent a whole new life for him, huh?" Katsuki jerked his head to Derek.
"That's right~" the man answered, towering over Katsuki now. "Rewrote his whole life story. Accidentally,
"Derek, just get on with it," Hisashi said in exasperation before he stepped away from the wall. "Make sure to wrap up the vigilante real nice for the Pro Heroes when you're done."
"Fine, fine," the
"You did this to your own son?" Izuku suddenly spoke before Hisashi could step outside.
Katsuki wished he could see Izuku clearly. He could feel his emotions crackling in the air, like the electricity from his quirk.
"What of it?" Hisashi
"Do you even the least bit bad about that? You erased your son's memories. Did you do your wife's too?"
"Why would I? They didn't want to come willingly so I had to take more drastic measures," Hisashi said simply. "It was for their own good."
Hisashi's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to shout something, probably to call reinforcements in, but it was much too late. Izuku was pissed.
"You-" he roared, shaking. "You used a /quirk/ on me?! On Mom?! And it was for our own /good/? HOW?" he demanded, hands tightening on Hisashi's
"Holy shit, boss!" Derek stepped forward to help Hisashi. He didn't see Katsuki slammed his enslaved hands over his head like a club the instant he turned away.
Derek went down and Izuku didn't even flinch.
"I knew you were a villain but I didn't think-" Izuku shook
"Isaiah-" Hisashi started and Izuku laughed. He released his father and took a step back.
"Is that even my name? Is it?" Izuku demanded. When Hisashi didn't answer,
Izuku stared at him, eyes wild and filled with tears. He looked seconds away from another attack.
"I can't tell you right now," Katsuki said gently, stepping forward. "Just... trust me, okay? Get these off of me and I promise I'll fix
Izuku swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. "O-okay. I'll trust you... Kacchan."
"Isaiah, wait, don't listen to-" Hisashi tried to stand and reach for Izuku.
The man whipped around so fast and cracked his fist into his father's jaw so
Katsuki was mildly disappointed he didn't get the chance to punch the asshole's lights out first. Izuku removed the bindings using the key on Hisashi's
"You okay?" he asked and Izuku shook his head.
"No," he said firmly as he tugged Katsuki's hands away. "But we'll worry about that later. Call it in."
"Are you going to...?"
"No, I think my
"I will. Trust me," Katsuki promised.
Izuku laughed softly. "I do trust you. Always have. Is that because I already know you and just don't remember?"
"Okay..." Izuku released a long sigh before he nodded. "Let's get this over with then."
And Katsuki called Poison Ivy and told her the good news.
"We got him."
Iza was separated from Katsuki the second the Pro Heroes descended on the warehouse. All villains inside the place were taken into custody and, well, vigilantes sort of counted it seemed.
Katsuki was pissed but his head injury stopped him from fighting his coworkers off
Iza's head was still spinning over his father's confession. His whole life was a /lie/. He wasn't Isaiah Sato. His mother wasn't
Then again, his father /was/ a villain.
Iza sighed heavily, dropping his head to the
Katsuki must have been keeping his word.
Who was he to Iza? In this life he had forgotten, was the blond
He didn't know, couldn't remember, but he wanted it to be true. Because since that kiss, Iza had started to accept the feelings he had for the hero. It didn't make sense. It wasn't logical. But he was certain he liked - maybe even loved - him.
He had no idea and he didn't have much time to think on it either when a very familiar blond stepped into
"Hey, nerd," Katsuki said as he flopped into the seat across from him. "You alright?"
"Not really, no," he admitted softly, raising his head. "You?"
"Besides the head trauma, yeah, I'm okay... I-" he swallowed before he sighed. "Look, about your memories-"
"It could, yeah," he said and Iza nodded to himself.
"Okay so why don't you tell me
"Poison Ivy knows everything. About what Hisashi did to you and your mother. I filled her in after we first met. That Derek guy is refusing to cooperate on fixing Auntie, you, and whoever else he's fucked with," Katsuki said easily.
"Of course he is," Iza
"Ha, lucky for /us/, I happen to know a guy who's a bit of an expert on making people do what he wants," Katsuki said with a slow grin. "And he's willing to fly over here to help your ass out."
"Let's just say the Deku I know has friends in high places, alright?"
"The Deku you know...," Iza said slowly, staring down at his hands. "I'm... a little worried about that."
"Worried? About what?"
"What if I'm... different?" he asked and the blond's forehead
"Shit, Deku," Katsuki shook his
"Absolutely nothing," Katsuki said firmly. "You're still a quirk analyzing nerd. You still love All Might. You're the biggest Mommy's boy I know. You
"So...," Iza paused as he swallowed down his nervousness, clenching his eyes shut tightly.
Silence followed his words and he could feel himself sweat. He hadn't meant to confess but what other choice did he have? If he forgot, he wanted Katsuki to know how he truly felt in that moment.
Iza felt those words like a dagger to his chest. The tears came instantly, burning his eyes, and stealing the air from his lungs.
"Fuck," Katsuki cursed, standing up from his seat. "Idiot, that's
The blond tried to grab his hand but Iza jerked away, refusing to look at him. Katsuki sighed heavily.
"Deku, look at me. Please?"
It took him a second to gather up the courage to look him in the eye, to hear his rejection.
Because the blond had the softest, most loving look on his face.
"Deku, it doesn't matter if you loved me before or not. If you
Iza flung his arms around Katsuki and sobbed freely into his shoulder. He felt the other's arms close around
"Such a crybaby," the blond said fondly, rubbing soothing circles into his back. "And, just for the record, if you forget that confession, you're gonna have to wait for the next one, okay?"
Iza laughed weakly, nodding against his skin. "Okay."
"You finally found him," the man drawled, looking at Katsuki.
"'Course I fucking did. I said I would, didn't I?" the blond huffed, hand
"True," he said with a shrug. "Just surprised. You don't remember me, do you?" the man asked Iza, who shook his head slowly.
"No... I'm sorry." And he was. How many friends did he forget?
"It's alright. I'll be fixing that soon and we'll just have
"Alright then," Poison Ivy said, situating the villain Derek across from Iza and Haruna. He was tied tightly in vines and couldn't move an inch. "Are you ready, Shinsou?"
"Definitely," he said, facing
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded of the purple haired man. "I'm not saying shit, dude."
"Really? You sure you don't want to confess anything?" Shinsou asked with a raised
"I'm pos--" The man stopped in mid sentence, eyes suddenly going blank.
"Well, that was easy," Shinsou said lightly. "How about you undo that quirk of yours now, Derek? I'm sure these two would like their memories back."
The man was released and stood.
When Derek removed his hand, however, those same eyes filled up
"Mom?" Iza was up immediately. "Are you okay? Mom?"
"Izuku?" she asked wetly, eyes finally landing on him. "Oh, Izuku! I'm so sorry!"
I... Izuku? Was that his name?
He didn't get the chance to ask before he suddenly felt a hand
He didn't have words to describe the rush he felt afterwards. One second, he was Iza Sato, son to Haruna and Hisashi Sato. And the next, he /remembered/.
His name was Midoriya Izuku.
And the blond staring at him in mild concern was Bakugou Katsuki. Kacchan, his childhood friend and /boyfriend/.
And Kacchan kissed him back for all he was worth. He held him like he was going to
"I love you too, Kacchan."
So, I don't think this is as long as the FBI one but I honestly love this one SO MUCH. I hope you enjoyed these last two parts, even if I had to make a lot of you wait for them 😅I hope it was worth it, at least?