My Hero Father

Izuku Midoriya

In two weeks Shota Aizawa had saved five people from All for One's grasp. He was looking to make it six.

Even though he was one of the most wanted criminals in the world, no one knew what he looked like. He tied his hair up in a ponytail put on a baseball cap and walked out his door into the world. With his white T-shirt that was covered with a black leather jacket and his jeans, he passed as any typical citizen walking down the streets of the city with no specific destination.

The people around him acted normally even though they lived in terror. They smiled and joked pretending that all was well when indeed all was not. This life was all they had known, a life full of fear, and so it was normal to them. It was normal to Shota as well, but he had wanted to do something about that.

He paced the streets of the city waiting for something to happen, anything. A few times he passed a warehouse that belonged to the state. He eyed it knowingly... State-owned warehouses were where quirks were taken or given forcibly, where the dreaded monsters known as nomus were created, or where All for One's warriors hid... whatever it was... Shota wanted it gone.

Nezu had granted him a new apartment in the city and Shota had only spent a few days in it before he was itching to move. The apartment itself was fine, the surrounding area made him sick. All for One's heroes at every turn ruining someone's life and All for One's handy work everywhere. Shota despised it.

That night he dressed in his costume, put on his gear and waited atop the state-owned warehouse. No matter what happened he was going to leave his mark at the warehouse. Remind All for One that he wasn't untouchable.

At nine o'clock that night, a sleek black car pulled up. Shota laid low and watched. Two men got out of the car, warriors for All for One. Then the back door opened and a woman walked out, her hand was wrapped around a young boy's wrist and the boy didn't seem to want anything to do with her. He was crying and wailing for 'Mama'.

Shota opened a skylight as the people entered the building and listened.

"Can't you shut him up?" one of the men scoffed.

"How he acts or sounds doesn't matter," the woman responded coolly. "We just need to prepare him for his new quirk."

Quirkless, Shota figured. All for One would take quirkless people and force a new quirk upon them when he was low on soldiers... very few quirkless people actually survived the operation and those who did weren't the same.

"MAMA!" the green-haired child cried again.

Shota readied his scarf... he was ready to make it six.

***

Izuku Midoriya was confused and desperate. He didn't know these people or what they wanted. All he knew was that he woke up to them throwing his bedroom door open and his mother screaming at them. He had been grabbed by one of the men and remembered the woman throwing his mother aside. They had shoved him in their car and drove off and now he was scared and more than anything he wanted his mother. He wanted his mother to hug him and tell him it was all okay.

The woman gripped his wrist tighter and he cried out in pain as he desperately tried to wiggle free of the woman's grasp.

"Why on earth was this brat chosen?" one of the men scoffed, "Seems more trouble then he's worth."

"Who knows," the other man sighed.

"We are not to question, just to obey, you two would do well to remember that," the woman snapped.