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Hero Ball

"Dad, where are we going?" Izuku asked from the back seat of the car. His father just chuckled.

"You'll see in a minute, we're almost there." They turned the corner and parked in front of an older looking building. From the pre-quirk era maybe? Either way the architecture was old, though it didn't seem like it at first glance. He vaguely remembered Midnight going over the older architecture styles in their second year.

The building was obviously made to be a shop, with a protruding display window. It held two vastly different decorated sewing mannequins, with tape measures laid over fancy clothing. Behind the mannequins was a single curtain - likely to partially show what was inside while also keeping the focus on the display.

There was only of those dangley shop signs to the top left of the doorway, decorated with measuring tape, scissors and a spindle of thread. Over the doorway and the display was a name sign. "Tanmono's" it read.

"A tailor?" Because what else could it be, really?

"Exactly. I've been coming here for the better part of a century; I didn't know it existed beforehand. They've always made good clothes, only getting better over time. A measurement quirk runs in the family, though at one point there was someone with fabric control."

"As interesting as that is, why are we at a tailor? You have at least five suits at home."

"It's for you."

Izuku blinked, confused. "Me?"

Hisashi nodded. "I'm assuming you do want to come to the Hero Ball, yes?"

"Ohmygodyes!" He was almost vibrating; this would be his first hero ball! As well as his father's, Izuku guesses. He hadn't been invited to the first two after graduation and was busy in an important case for the third. The fourth was cancelled last minute for some reason and after that... well. Hard to justify a ball when there was a war.

Musketeer on the other hand just never went.

The inside of the shop was surprisingly spacious - the outside gave the illusion of a slightly cramped space.

"Oh! Hisashi-san! What a nice suprise, it's been a while!" A cheery voice called from the back room. The voice belonged to a plain looking woman in her late 20s, maybe early 30s, that had dark, almost black hair but bright lime eyes that worked well with her lightly tanned skin.

Said man laughed good naturedly. "It certainly has. How have you been? Your brother too. I think the last time I saw you both was when you were finishing university."

"I've been well. You probably noticed we got some renovations done a couple of years ago. It was about time to freshen the place up a bit. Kinko was in an accident shortly before the works, but we've been managing about as well as we could."

"That's unfortunate. He was excellent at construction and architecture."

"He sometimes still works as a freelance architect, but he's been helping a lot here for the behind the scenes work. I was never very good, and after Obaasan passed... Well it's safe to say it's a good thing I don't have to touch another cheque book." The chuckled that accompanied that was strained. "Anyway, I'm sure you didn't come just for chitchat. Need another suit? Did another's sleeve get stained by mysterious substances and partially ripped off again?"

"I told you it was wine..." His father grumbled. "But we're not here for me today. We're here for my son, Izuku."

"I-it's nice to meet you!" Izuku hurried out, bowing.

"Good to meet you too kid. Name's Tanmono Ito, but just called me Ito. If you come with me we can get your measurements." She turns back to Hisashi. "You sure you just want one for him? You could have a matching pair." Oh no. Oh no no no. Izuku felt dread pool in his gut as his father's face lit up.