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A Glass Half Full Kind of Adventure

It had been about two years now since Izuku returned from the future, and he was now five years old. Kacchan, Hicchan, Shouchan, Tennii, Toukun and him were practically inseparable, though Toukun was a little more distant due to the amount of "training" he received. He was running a little low on time however; he could see Rei's mental health slowly getting worse and worse. Thankfully he had about a year left until the Tea Kettle Incident was supposed to happen, but it felt like too short a time.

His father had also been rising through the hero ranks. Musketeer now sat at a comfortable 14 on the charts. He'd been involved in a large incident in rural Hokkaido, among a couple of medium-sized incidents across Honshu and Kyushu. No one could accurately guess what his Quirk was either, though he did suspect that All Might had an idea if the looks he through Musketeer on live television in an incident in Osaka was anything to go by. He'd taken on a couple to interns too, which was suprising. He also now had another couple of sidekicks, bringing up the total to five.

Machia was mostly a house-sitter, and Kurogiri was still taxi and babysitter. He also started cooking more meals for the family, as the only two responsible adults were getting busier at their works. Izuku missed his Mum's cooking, but Kurogiri was practically a natural.

Inko had been slowly gathering more and more evidence against Endeavor, and said that they might have enough soon to take it to court.

Recently, however, Kacchan had caught the flu, and today was one of the days Kurogiri would cook for the family, so Izuku had to walk home. It wasn't far, and the streets he walked had many heroes patrolling them so he figured he was safe. Well, it seemed he figured wrong. About halfway home he felt something prick his neck and he passed out.

He woke up with a sack over his head, tied to a chair that was way too big for him. There were at least seven voices around him, and he could hear some more people shuffling about and doors closing. Judging from the quality of the sound, he wasn't in an open space like a warehouse, but the lighting that shone through the sack and how far away some of the sounds were pointing to him likely being underground.

"Oi, how long's the brat meanta stay 'sleep?" A man, likely mid 30s, drawled from his 10 o'clock.

The answer came from his 2 o'clock, and was another man, though this one was older. In his 50s perhaps? "He's five, and we gave him a larger dose of the tranq than we needed to. He should be asleep for another hour or so."

"Bu' it's already been four hours!" The first voice responded helpfully. If it's been four hours since he was walking home, it should be about 7:30pm, and his father was likely contacted three to three and a half hours ago. If they haven't found him yet, he's likely no longer in Shizuoka, as Ping would be able to search for his Quirk on a prefecture-sized scale.

"Good news for you then," came from his 6 o'clock, "He's been awake for this whole conversation. Breathing and heart rate shifted." The voice - female, likely in her late 20s - had an almost animalistic growl undertone, likely a predator animal mutation Quirk. "He's not panicking, which is odd. But he's definitely awake."

The sack on his head was harshly removed and his head tilted up, all in one smooth motion. He found himself face to face with another woman, early 30s, with a snake mutation that strangely didn't slit her eyes, gave her a snake tongue that flitted out, long canines (which meant it was a venomous species), and shiny scales over her skin. In the background he could see the first two men. The first was bulky and had a third eye, and the second was tall and thin without any obvious Quirk manifestations.

The snake woman smirked, showing off her fangs. Oh boy, definitely a venomous species. "Well, well, the little one wassss awake." Oh cool, she elongated her s'.