Inheritance: A My Hero Academia AU

Katsuki Bakugo

The next morning, I returned to the library. When I walked in, the librarian glanced up at me. "You actually came back."

"Of course I did," I growled, heading towards the archive room.

It was exactly as I left it, with drawers hanging open, and the one table covered in newspapers.

I took a seat in the chair, steeling myself for another long day of endless research.

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It wasn't until the next day that I found anything.

It was an article, published in 1919 by some big shot newspaper that I don't remember the name of, about All Might's weapons manufacturing company. In the article, there was a photograph of All Might and a couple of other people standing in front of one of his factories. Right next to the big man himself was someone with an unmistakable head of messy hair and a smattering of freckles.

"Deku," I growled to myself.

Underneath the photo was a caption, that for some strange reason is permanently embedded in my brain.

Weapons tycoon Toshinori Yagi, aka "All Might" poses in front of one of his factories with his board and his newest protege, Izuku Midoriya, it said.

The discovery opened up way too many new questions, but it also caused fury to flare up in my chest.

How was Deku, nerdy, obnoxious, loser Deku the one who got to meet our childhood idol, the greatest businessman in history? Not only meet him, but be his "protege"?

There was no mention of Deku in the article, but seeing the picture stoke the fire in me and motivated me to continue my search. I flipped through the drawers of newspapers and scanned the inky text even more vigorously that I had before.

That third day of research flew by, and before I knew it, it was closing time. I was headed towards the exit when the librarian called my name. I didn't remember telling him it, but I was in too good of a mood after my discovery to be bothered by it.

"Someone called today and asked for you," the librarian said.

"Why didn't you tell me when they called?" I snapped at him, frustration burning in my chest.

The librarian shrugged. "I figured that if I bothered you, you'd try to strangle me or something."

For a second, I was offended, then I thought about it. I probably would have strangled him, if he'd bothered me for something as insignificant as a phone call.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Someone named...Kirishima, I think," the librarian answered. "I told him that you're staying at the hotel, so be expecting a call there."

My stomach plunged, and I swore under my breath. "Next time someone calls and asks for me, come and get me."

"Sure, yeah."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the library, hoping that Kirishima wasn't too mad at me, and knowing that even if he was, he wouldn't show it.

I had almost managed to make it to the hotel without having to talk to anyone when someone bumped into me from behind.

"Watch it!" I yelled at them, straightening my suit jacket.

"Sorry," the man muttered, stumbling away. He was obviously drunk, and through the glassy eyes, reek of alcohol and scraggly mustache, he seemed familiar to me.

It seemed like the feeling was mutual, because as the drunk took me in, recognition crossed his face.

"Bakugo?" he slurred. "Katsuki Bakugo? Is that you?"