Another Form of Power

How The Mighty Have Fallen

"So what do we know about Imoku Kakurete?" Aizawa asked.

It was just the four of them today.

Sir Nighteye, Mirio, Yagi and himself. Midnight would never be with them again and it was better for everyone if Bakugou stayed away. His actions were being scrutinised and no one was sure if the Police would issue a warrant for his arrest. They should. They really should. He had killed Mustard and most likely let Midnight die but no one was entirely sure what had gone down. From the cause of death for Midnight and the damage to the street they knew Dabi had been there, but there were only so many working theories about what had happened, and Katsuki was laying low. They were still curious to know how he had tracked Mustard. That wasn't important now.

"He definitely has ties to the League," Sir Nighteye said.

"But you can't prove it," Aizawa added.

The former pro hero didn't look pleased.

"I can't prove it either, which is why I accepted Katsuki's theory about Imoku being Izuku."

"Are we sure about that?" Sir Nighteye asked. Beyond looks there was very little to connect the two. Imoku had perfect records. He had school records, all the way back to pre-school and he had an online footprint. When someone created a false identity they usually weren't that thorough. They did the official paperwork, and some rough attempts of online accounts but nothing with that much depth.

"No," Aizawa admitted. He was thinking about Imoku's reaction at Inko Midoriya's death. The Representative had been shocked, had been saddened but it was not the reaction of a son losing a mother. Though he could be one to just keep his emotions to himself. Or All For One might have removed his memory, or emotions... there were a lot of possibilities.

"It's possible," Toshinori said softly.

"You indicated All For One could have done it," Sir Nighteye said, remembering their previous conversation about this.

"More than that," the former Number One Hero said. "Something Imoku said once," he murmured.

Aizawa frowned. He wasn't aware that Yagi had met with Imoku, except for that one time, with him. "When we saw him?" he asked carefully, fishing to see if that was the time. He couldn't remember anything incriminating, which had been incredibly frustrating at the time.

Yagi nodded. "It's not so much what he said, but the way he said it. Do you remember, Aizawa, we asked Kakurete if he had ever thought about being a hero?"

The underground hero, reintegrated as a private investigator nodded.

Toshinori shuddered, and then braced himself. "He gave me a look when he answered. I didn't think anything of it at the time. But his answer was something I told Izuku."

Shouta groaned. He remembered what Imoku had said. "You are the hero who taught him a lesson?" He demanded.

"If Imoku is Izuku, then probably."

"What did you tell him?" Mirio asked.

"Izuku was quirkless. He asked me if it was possible to be a hero without a quirk," Yagi admitted. "I told him that without a suitable quirk, it would be too dangerous." The former Number One hero hung his head.

"That is logical," Sir Nighteye said.

Aizawa groaned again. "You really don't know what it's like to be quirkless, do you?" he asked, ignoring the irony of his question.

Toshinori winced at the question.

"What?" Sir Nighteye demanded.

"You really don't know what it's like to be quirkless," Aizawa said again.