The Takeover

Chapter Two

The news was broadcast the next day. They set up a timer of sorts, and left as quickly as possible. They weren't at home when the news itself was sent out as to not raise suspicion of them, but they recorded it, and ran home right when the bell rang to go watch it.

They all cheered at the coverage that they were getting, and how many people were supporting their message. 

"WAIT! We gotta check Herogram!" Toga whipped out her phone, and so did the rest of them. They all decided to make a Herogram for each of their aliases, and that's what they were using for the time being. They were all following each other, and they posted a few photos with each of them in their aliases.

Some of the kids at school had even followed them. So, that was cool.

Hitoshi posted a lot about heroes, and his dream of going to Yuuei. Toga posted just random pictures that she took, and random quotes that she felt fit. Dabi posted pictures of his siblings as they hung out.(e.g. Midoriya laughing, Toga eating ice cream, etc.) Shigiraki posted selfies, and inspirational quotes. Midoriya posted food pictures. He got really into cooking. 

They looked up the different hashtags, and they all had supportive(and non supportive) posts with their hashtag. They scrolled through with a big grin spread on their face. People were seeing their message. They were doing good.

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Aizawa had had his life crumple before him. One of his main reasons for living had just died, and he could have done something to stop it. He should have been there for Midoriya. He should have been there for Hitoshi. He should have been there for his kids. Hizashi and Nemuri weren't that better off. They tried to reach out to the Dysfunctional Family group chat, but no one answered.

Turns out their apartment had gone up in flame, and they were all dead too. That is, except for Kurogiri. He was nowhere to be seen. 

Aizawa still went to work, and he saw the looks that his students gave him, but ignored it. All of his students were quieter. They followed orders immediately, and they didn't ask question's unless absolutely necessary. When he came to work on the second day, there was a small gift basket on his desk.

'Aizawa-San,

We are sorry. We are deeply, deeply sorry. There is nothing that we can do to ever make what happened hurt any less. We are going to try to make your life as easy as possible. We know that it is difficult right now. Chihiro volunteers to listen and help if you need someone to talk to. Saiyaka will be making you gifts from now on. Don't bring it up, she has no clue that I'm telling you this. We know how much you cared about him, and we know that there is no pain greater than losing a child. So, we are here for you. We are all here for you in one way or another. All you need to do is reach out. 

And please, don't bottle it up, that will cause even more harm.

- Your students'

In the gift basket was a small plush, a bag of muffins, and a signed card that said, "I am sorry for your loss,"

Needless to say Hizashi and Nemuri found him crying at his desk after class. (He pushed looking at the basket until then). The next class had the pleasure of walking in on three crying adults who, until that day, they had never seen cry.

They all went to Aizawa and Hizashi's apartment after that. Midoriya and Hitoshi's room was cut off from them by police tape. That was okay, they didn't want to go in there, anyway. That was until a police officer walked out holding a letter. It was addressed to 'My Family' and labeled as the day right before Midoriya died. 

'Dear Family,

I know getting a letter is probably really weird, but I thought that it would be easier to write than tell you outright. I want you to know that I love you very much, and that I know that you all love me too.

Now that that's out of the way the reason this letter is being written. I almost attempted suicide a week or two ago. Don't worry, I didn't, I just thought you would want to know. 

This was when I thought you were dead. When all signs pointed to you being dead. I was really really depressed, and I wanted the pain to end. I still have aftershock of what happened, but it isn't as bad as you think.

I know that you are probably going to worry about me a bit more, and I've come to terms with that. I just want you to know that I am here for you, and I won't leave you like that.

Love, Izuku'

They cried again.

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Toga stared down Midoriya with fierce eyes. This was a make or break moment, and there was no failing. 

"Are you sure that you're ready?" she asked him warily.

"I am sure." He didn't sound sure. Still, he pressed on. 

"Do it." 

It was almost as if time slowed down. He began, and to everyone's surprise, the box didn't rip.

" YOU DID IT!" Toga cheered.

"Why is opening cereal so intense with you guys?" 

"Because," Dabi deadpanned, "why not?"

They headed back out into the living room, each with a bowl of cereal in their hands. Was it 4:53 in the afternoon? Yes. Did they care? No.

"What are we watching?" Hitoshi asked, plopping down on the couch next to Midoriya.

"I'm thinking something that empathizes the villains," Toga spoke up.

"I'm in." Midoriya loved that type of movie. They always made him cry a little bit. They chose one about a mother with a quirk that could kill people with a single look. She used that to her advantage and killed people that she believed deserved it. She was still having financial troubles(she's a single mother) and she had to give her kids away because she couldn't take care of them. Then basically all of everything turned against her and she turned herself in to the police.

Everyone teared up a little bit at the end when it showed her children laughing together at thanksgiving dinner the next year, then toasting to their mother.

None of them took time to think about what it would be like at their own thanksgiving with their own family.