Power Hungry || Shigadeku

Bishop

Izuku's phone vibrated again. Having been pissed off by Tomura Shigaraki, Izuku answered the phone with a little more tone than usual.

"Hello?" Izuku picked up sassily.

"Izuku Midoriya. Born July fifteenth, at 2:53 AM. Height, one hundred eighty three centimeters. Blood type, O positive." An impossibly deep voice started detailing Izuku's personal information.

"Who is this?" Izuku demanded.

"Age, twenty two years. Occupation, CEO of Gejitsu."

"Whoever this is, I will find you and I will sue you for harassment--"

"Sex, female. Spouse, none. Daughter, Eri Midoriya."

Cold sweat started building on the nape of Izuku's neck, his heart thudding dangerously in his chest.

"Who. The fuck. Is this." Izuku hissed into the speaker.

"I am glad that I have your attention now." The voice droned. "Terminate your plan to advance the release date of your product."

"What?!" Izuku angrily exclaimed. "You're from Chisaki Tech, aren't you."

"Refusal to comply only results in tragedy." The voice continued. "Eri Midoriya. Age, five years. Born December twen-"

"Stay the fuck away from my daughter." Izuku spat, squeezing his phone. Izuku hung up, shaken and afraid. SHIT. MY DAUGHTER! Izuku burst out of his office.

"Mr. Midoriya?" Ochaco asked from her desk. "Is everything alright?"

"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Uraraka but I have an emergency to take care of. Could you reschedule all my afternoon appointments? Thank you." Without pausing to hear her reply, Izuku ran to the elevator, furiously clicking the button. With his other hand, Izuku clicked on Shoto's contact, dialing him.

"Izuku?" Shoto picked up.

"I need you to pick up Eri right now. Tell the teacher that it's an emergency." Izuku ordered, his hands shaking as he stepped into the elevator. "Drive her straight back home, and go up with her to the penthouse and tell her to lock the door and wait for me."

"Is everything okay?" Shoto asked.

"Please just do as I say," Izuku begged.

"Alright. I'm on the way."

"Thank you. Call me when you pick her up." Izuku hung up, his foot tapping nervously against the elevator floor.

He stared at the unknown number in his call logs. Right after Shigaraki had warned him of blackmail, it happened. It was too coincidental for his liking.

The elevator reached the sublevel floor of the open parking garage and Izuku hurried to get inside his car. The tires screeched as Izuku peeled out of the parking lot, going ten above the normal speed limit. He would need to go to the police to file a report, but the only thing on his mind at the moment was his daughter. Izuku's anxiety was spiraling out of control, his fingers tapping out a fast tempo on the steering wheel. The damn light was taking too long to turn green.

His phone vibrated in his lap and Izuku picked up without looking at the caller ID.

"Shoto?"

"Yes. I've picked up Eri and we're heading to your penthouse now."

Relief crashed into Izuku, and some of the tension in his body left. "Thank god. Could you pass the phone to her?"

"Mhm."

A moment passed.

"Hi Mama," Eri's sweet voice sounded through the speaker.

If Shoto noticed that Eri called him Mama instead of Dad or Papa, he made no comment on it.