No one said he couldn't be a villain

Welcome home!

Izuku had taken his time walking home, a slight skip in his step. His plan was going wonderfully and he could hardly be happier in that moment, as it seemed he had nothing to worry about for the rest of the day. For once in his miserable life things were going fine and just how he wanted!

That is until he got home.

The lights were on. He's sure he hadn't left them on. He reached up to check the handle on the front door, it's open. He's sure he locked it. Taking note of the knife still snuggly fit into his boot he slowly pushes the door open and creeps in as quietly as he can muster.

Someone's in the kitchen, not so quietly ferreting through the fridge. There's a limited list of people it could be. Scenarios and possibilities race through his head as he makes his way towards them. Tugging off this mask, stuffing it into a pocket as well as pulling the good off. It wouldn't do to seem suspicious, this person used the front door and logically aren't a thief with how they're acting, as well as this no matter how thin the chance being somehow recognised or linked to rabbit is a no go. Although he's not much to protect with a 'secret identity' now he rather not put himself at unnecessary risk. Who knows how far word has spread of him now, who wants information and who wants to stop it.

He reaches the doorway to the kitchen sticking close to the wall, as no not be spotted, peaking his head to see who's in the other room. Their back is facing him tall and lanky albeit a still well built form, black messy curls with red highlights not too dissimilar to the now unkept birds nest upon Izuku's own head, theirs appears more cared for however, Izuku not having done much self care since, since what happened.

The stranger clad in comfortable looking clothes makes a dissatisfied noise pulling himself out of the fridge and closing the door, clearly not found what he was looking for now scanning counters and searching cupboards. This allowing Midoriya to get a look of his face. Freckles with stormy gray eyes. He recognises this face and it confirms his suspicions on who it is.

"What are you doing here?" The words fall out of his mouth before he even thinks of them. He's moved to the door way now and the stranger jumped in fright at his sudden reveal.

"Jesus Christ you almost gave me a heart attack" comes the reply. "Give you're old man a warning next time kiddo" he laughs it off, shooting a care free smile in Izuku's direction, only to get a blank look in return at his lack of proper answer. "What? No welcome home hug for dad?"

Izuku's sonic face grows a slight frown "Mum told me not to hug strangers." Because that's what this man is. He's never met him before, he knows nothing about him and visa versa. They may as well be strangers.

"I'm not a stranger I'm your dad Hisashi Midoriya!" He exclaims arms wide open as he takes a few steps closer to his son.

"Where were you?" Deku makes no move to get closer to the man before him, just fixes him with a calculating stair as he judges every movement.

"I work over seas remember?" His laugh has a light nervous tone as arms fall back to his sides, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to just miss Midoriya's own and he knows he's hiding something.

"That's no reason not to visit, why bother now?" There were no calls, no letters, no communication. If it weren't for their similarities and the odd few photos his Mum had he wouldn't even recognise this person before him.

"Well I, you know how work is and when your mother died I-"

"What kind of job is so important you won't even speak to your own family? How come somebody had to die for you to even care, about us?" But it's not us anymore, it's just him now and he's bitter, oh so bitter. This man has no right to talk about his mother, he abandoned her for some job.