Pack Mom and Dad
He walked casually down the street, the hood of his black hoodie pulled over his head; he briefly checked his reflection in the broken glass of a window of some bar to ensure that the hood covered his face well enough.
Happy enough, his long legs continued to carry him down the street, soon entering the nicer, wealthier parts of the city, he had a specific house in mind. Or well, apartment, really.
He felt pleased once he spotted it, climbing the stairs two at a time until he reached the right floor, eyes scanning the numbers until he found the number he had been searching for.
He glanced around at his surroundings, checking to make sure no one was around. It was dark outside already, he felt confident in his knowledge that all the occupants of the house were currently not inside.
He crouched down low as he pulled out a small, silver case. He took out what he'd need and proceeded to pick the lock. It took a few moments, but eventually, the door unlocked with a soft 'click.'
Pocketing his tools, he glanced around one last time before he opened the door and slid inside. He switched the light on as he pulled off his hood, turquoise eyes taking in his new surroundings.
He stepped further into the apartment, switching on lights as he went. He was aiming to walk towards a door with the name 'Izuku' on it when something caught his eye.
The was a small bookcase in the corner of the living room, filled with books and a potted plant, it held three photographs at the very top. He walked closer, frowning down at one of the photo's.
One scarred hand reached out and plucked it off of it's resting spot, fingers gripping the frame gently. He scowled down at the happy family photo.
He could recognize Midoriya Izuku anywhere and he was clearly the little brat in this photo. The other two people, he couldn't quite recognise. He could see the resemblance, though, so they were obviously Izuku's parents.
His eyes seemed to focus solely on the happy male holding the little brat. His grip tightened. The man, he looked so much like his mother, with white hair and pale skin, that ethereal beauty clearly giving away their omega status.
He carefully placed the photo down for fear of cracking the frame or breaking the glass. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.
Such a happy family, he could have had this, too, if it weren't for that man. He scowled, anger boiling before he took a deep breath, he couldn't let his flames out and burn the place down.
He was supposed to be quick and inconspicuous. With one last longing look at the happy family in the photo--he squashed down that longing--he turned away and walked towards the door he had been aiming at.
He opened it, slipping inside and glancing around. He didn't really see anything worth taking note of for future plans. Sighing softly, he plopped down in the computer chair, eyes trailing over the various All Might posters and figurines.
He scoffed, his mind briefly reminding him of a fond memory of a certain little brother of his, sitting beside him with eager eyes and barely contained excitement as they watched another interview with All Might.
He let out an amused breath as he swivelled in the chair and turned towards the computer, pressing the power button. He waited for a few minutes as it started, bored eyes taking in the mess on the desk.
A USB caught his attention. Shrugging, he plugged it into the computer, humming in interest at the video he saw on it. It was about three hours long, not enough time for him to watch it here.
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I Found What I Was Missing
Fanfiction"Izuku, I am not your mother. You're adopted," For just a few seconds, it felt like Izuku's world came to a grinding halt, and did a sudden flip as he felt his heart skip a beat, before everything turned back to normal.
