The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 48 - Izuku.

It was the day after the sports festival and Izuku was strolling down the sidewalk, music blasting in his ears, hands shoved into his jean pockets, as he headed to his private place where he worked as Creator. Ragtags were hanging out at the arcade to unwind, after he'd given Eiji his black card to pay for everything, including Shinso who Kami had managed to convince to join, Arabella too as Eiji had to babysit as her school was shut for the day, as well as Momo and Jiro joining for a little bit, while he went to work. He had to, as he'd gotten a text from Dabi asking him to go in as he was needed. Izuku huffed behind his mask as he thought over everything that had happened already.

It really has already been a crazy few months since joining U.A. Like the USJ event, finding true love, new family because let's face it, Ragtags weren't friends they were family, Uraraka being removed from the hero course, and she wasn't allowed back in now due to how she had been during the festival. Which to be quite fair, they were pleased about, because if she acted like in front of literally millions of people, what was to stop her from being like that in the classroom? Izuku was vastly proud of the display that Bakugou had done though. Showing that quirks literally weren't everything in order to win. Hell, all the Ragtags had done amazing yesterday and he was ridiculously proud of them, which he'd told them last night after the dinner.

He sighed as he went down a private road. A hundred or so yards down, he was stopped by a huge gate that needed an ID badge to enter or by a buzzer. Swiping his badge, it opened soundlessly, and he strolled in, and it closed behind him thanks to a senser. There was parking out the front of the single-story building, for when pro heroes came to talk to Dabi about getting gear made. They never spoke directly to Creator; it was always via Dabi or phone call. Two cars were parked out front, one being Dabi's and the other unknown. Strolling into the building, Dabi peered up from where he was sitting at the only desk, just as he hung up the phone. That was timing. The place had the male's music playing, but it wasn't loud.

"Hey Izu. How are you doing?" Dabi asked, coming around the desk to give him a quick hug, smiling as he did. Turquoise eyes bright and alert. Izuku wanted him to be comfortable when working, so he wore black jeans, a dark purple t-shirt and black airwalk trainers. Hardly anyone came in here, so it was fine. If they were expecting guests, then Dabi changed into a nice black shirt.
"Not too bad thanks. So, what did you need me here for so quickly?"
"In your office, you have a visitor. They've been here for about five minutes. You've gotten more requests in for gear, on top of an invitation to I-Island, for the I-Expo to showcase your work, which they keep hounding me for an answer for, considering it's this weekend." Dabi replied as he handed over a folder full of requests.

"Ok, thanks. Ring I-Island back and tell them I'll be there. Well, not Creator, but his assistant, Shadow as always. He will have a special guest with him, so V.I.P treatment as always. I'll go to office, then to the lab and start working on some of the requests. Have they been paid up?"
"Not all. The ones who have paid in full are stamped at the top. Some are needing a little more time to get the money together, then they'll deposit it here for me to count and stamp approval. Also, there are two males in your office, but think they're meeting the right hand of Creator."
"Great, thanks. See you in a bit."
"Sure Izu. I'll ring I-Island now and inform them." He nodded as he went to his office, that was behind Dabi's desk and went in.

Only to be surprised slightly by who was waiting for him. It was the High Chairman of the W.H.A himself, along with another male, that had turned to glance at him. Izuku walked around the desk and dropped into his chair.
"Creator?" The unknown male asked. He had short, chocolate brown hair with light hazel eyes. A slightly upturned nose and a kind of thin mouth, with the lower lip slightly fuller than the top. He wore a simple white shirt with black slacks and standard shoes. Slightly tanned skin, but nothing drastic. Nothing special to write home about, but Izuku wasn't one to judge someone's appearance. It was also obvious he wasn't Japanese.