MHA Stories i find on Ao3

It Takes A Village

By: FaeQueenInu

It happened on a Tuesday.

Tuesdays were usually boring.  Nothing exciting ever happened on a Tuesday. Tuesdays were reserved for  catching up on the chaos that Mondays left in their wake, and generally,  it was the unofficial paperwork day. Rarely do any crimes happen,  something Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi was eternally grateful for.

But, unfortunately, some Tuesdays decide to break the mold.

And today was apparently going to be one hell of a Tuesday.

He  almost did not notice his approach. Sir Nighteye, Mirai Sasaki, was  certainly recognizable, sure, but only if you looked directly at him.  His talent for blending into crowds as just another businessman was  invaluable for information gathering, and this fact plus the man's  unique quirk had led to many of their cases being solved without any of  the criminals or villains being any the wiser.

But today was, of  course, different. And by different, he meant that the straight laced,  no nonsense Pro Hero approached his office with a very small child  perched on his hip.

Said child clung tightly to the hero's  jacket, glancing around the room warily, leaning in closer to the hero  whenever a cop passed by just a touch too close. While still out of  range for him to hear, he could see Mirai speaking in soft tones, his  words helping calm the boy who looked up at him with practical stars in  his eyes.

If the detective did not know any better, he would  think the boy might be a relative of Mirai's. The dark green curls the  boy sported were certainly the same rare shade, but the unruly mess of  curls was nothing like the pin straight strands of the hero, and rather  than golden irises, the boy had an even brighter shade of green than his  hair.

But he also noticed how thin and pale the boy looked...

Carefully  lowering the child into the chair next to Naomasa's office, Mirai knelt  in front of the boy, speaking softly once again, though the detective  could make out a faint, "...will just be a moment..." A shaky nod of his  head from the boy, and Mirai rose from the ground, gently restly a hand  atop the boy's head before moving into the detective's office and  quietly shutting the door.

Grabbing his now cold cup of coffee,  the detective greeted the hero by commenting, "Something tells me I'm  gonna need something stronger than coffee for this.

Sir Nighteye  was as straight laced as they come. Despite his appreciation for humor,  he was a strict, to the letter sort of hero that never, absolutely never, deviated from his usual moral code.

So,  as the detective took a giant gulp of his cold coffee, he can easily  justify his reaction to the Pro's words and the truth that pinged in his  head as the man spoke them. "I am currently plotting a homicide."

The detective spat the disgusting coffee all across his desk.

It was just supposed to be a normal goddamn Tuesday .

Sir Nighteye felt that the blame belonged to Toshinori.

Not  that he particularly regretted his actions, but the Number One Hero was  the one who started this whole endeavor, so if he was going down, he  would drag the Symbol of Peace down with him.

It had all started after the battle. A battle that was decades, no, centuries   in the making. All Might had told him the story, had told him the  history behind his extraordinary power, the power known as One for  All...and the story behind All for One. He had known that the battle  between the two men would come to pass, about the sacrifices that might  be made, but he had not let himself think about the potential fallout.