"Say, What's your mother's name?" Katsuki asks, wiping the tears off of Izuku's face and leading him to sit on the couch next to him
"Inko, my mother's name was Inko Midoriya, her name used to be Inko Shimura" Izuku explains
"Shimura..." All Might trails off
"My grandma, my mom's, mom's name was Nana Shimura, she was a hero..." Izuku explains, making All Might flinch
"What's your dad's name?" Katsuki asks "Not All for One, that would suck if my name was All for One"
"Haha, no, my dad's name is Hisashi Midoriya" Izuku chuckles
"Hm, So, who named you?" Katsuki asks
"You have a lot of questions, don't you?" Izuku chuckles "My mom named me; dad wasn't in the family picture until Mom died"
"So, your dad left then came back?" Itsuki asks
"Yeah..." Izuku sighs
"Sir!" Izuku's assistant runs in
"What is it?" Izuku asks,
"The two you wanted us to catch, they're in the dungeon."
"Damn, already? My men work fast" Izuku chuckles, standing up, "Get my car ready"
Izuku glanced at Katsuki and Itsuki
"Call me" Izuku says, handing a card to Katsuki with a small wink before turning away and walking out with his assistant.
"I ship-" Itsuki starts
"Shut it." Katsuki says blushing
"I ship too-" Mina starts
"Ashido?!" Principal Nezu yelps
"What? They're cute together, plus, He literally saved Baku-babe's life," Mina says, crossing her arms "And I will not change it!"
"How do you feel about him, Katsuki?" Itsuki asks, glancing at her brother who was still blushing
"U-um, I-I mean he's nice a-and as Pinky said h-he saved my life..." Katsuki mumbles
"Katsuki, tell me your feelings about him!" Itsuki says, impatiently
"I-" Katsuki starts but stops, suddenly going beet red and hiding under the nearest blanket, making Itsuki squeal and laugh
"You like him! don't you?!" Itsuki grins, taking the blanket away from Katsuki, who immediately curled into a ball, trying to hide his face.
"That's cute," Jayko grins
"Everybody j-just shut up...!" Katsuki whines,
"Your so flustered" Itsuki says, poking his cheek
Katsuki whined but uncurled and sat up, still blushing,
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"C'mon, Let's go get something to eat so Jayko and you can get to know each other more!" Itsuki grins, pulling Katsuki up and grabbing Jayko and running out the door, dragging them out with her.
**Izuku's POV**
as soon as I got to the dungeon, I went into the cell where the two were strapped to chairs, with my knives on a small table,
I grab the smallest knife as I walk towards them, putting the knife to the son's neck, glancing at the father
"Tell me everything you know about the person who killed my mother, and I'll think about letting you go" I growl, digging the knife into his neck enough to make him start bleeding
"D-dad please...! j-just tell h-him!" The son stammers, choking
"Smart kid you got here" I grin, "So? You going to talk?"
"Just kill us already, I'm not saying anything" The older man mumbles
"D-dad..." The son whispers
"Well, I was going to kill your son anyway, But I'm going to torture him in front of you~" I smirk, grabbing the pliers
**Time skip**
After torturing his son for 4 hours, the man finally opened his mouth after I ripped all of his son's nails off, cut him in almost every place of his body,
"I-I'll tell you...!"
"Alright, start talking" I growl, holding the knife to his neck
"T-the person's name is Overhaul! He kidnapped a little girl named Eri and has been experimenting on her for the past couple years, I'll tell you where his hideout please let me go..."
"Just you? What about your son?" I ask
"W-who cares! H-he was useless to m-me!"
"Pathetic, tell me where Overhaul is." I command,
"T-the entrance to his base in a alleyway by XXXX ST, second alleyway to the right after the connivence store there, the only door in that alleyway, His base is extremely guarded, so you have to be careful!" He warns
"Thanks..." I mumble, slashing his neck before doing the same to his son
"Get rid of the bodies" I command to the guards when walking out of that cell.
