Puppet Master

Reasons For Living

Yagi smiled. And he smiled. And he smiled.

But under that smile... he. Is. TERRIFIED.

Who the heck is the kid sitting next to Young Kirishima staring at me like that?!

He was invited over by his successor's parents to discuss his plans with Young Kirishima. The boy's parents are kind and charming but there is this other kid on the couch that looks nothing like any of them, is covered head to toe in scars, and has a glare that would put the worst of villains in their places.

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'Well, you see, I know you said I can't tell anyone but... There is this person, er, my brother. He is, um, how do I put it... traumatized? And I kinda can't keep something this big from him, you know?'

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So this is Young Kirishima's brother. He looks nothing like the rest of the family so he is probably adopted. And 'traumatized?' The scars speak for themselves I guess. I'm treading on uncharted territory. Guarded territory.

"So," Mr. Kirishima spoke up after looking over the papers of proof that showed Yagi as the secretary of All Might, "what is All Might's secretary doing over here? Isn't All Might located in America?" Yagi nodded. "He is but coming the next school year All Might will be teaching at UA High School." Mr. Kirishima hummed. "How do you plan on training my son?" Yagi grinned. "There is a nearby beach that has become a landfill and illegal dumping ground. I plan to clear it as community service and bodybuilding."

The conversation went about as smoothly as possible and they agreed to the training program in the end. Still, Yagi felt like the boy next to Young Kirishima might pose a problem some time down the line. He would have to keep an eye on the situation.

"M- Mr. Toshinori, sir!"

Yagi turned around as he was leaving the house. "What is it, Young Kirishima?" The boy messed with the end of his shirt, occasionally glancing over at the greenette on the couch. "Erm... I'll see you tomorrow, sir. Thank you again!" He bowed deeply. Yagi smirked. He lifted his hand to ruffle the boy's hair.

*ziiiip!*

Yagi's arm froze as a pencil intercepted the distance and planted itself in the wall. It did not cut his hand, no, but it was close enough to where he felt the wood against his palm. Yagi's eyes slowly moved to land on the boy on the couch with an outstretched arm. Young Kirishima laughed halfheartedly.

"S- sorry! Izuku is really protective."

Yagi shook his head and lowered his hand. "That is quite alright, my boy. I will see you tomorrow."

Yagi left the house soon after. He settled into his car.

Izuku, huh? That boy will most definitely cause some issues if I am not careful.

Yagi blinked. He looked down at his hand and saw the thinnest of cuts. He swallowed. He had misjudged. It was close enough to cut and it did.

Big problem.

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Kiri sat next to Izuku on the couch and handed Izuku the pencil he had retrieved from the wall. "He wasn't going to hurt me you know?" Izuku shook his head.

"'e felt f- fake."

Kiri's red eyes widened ever so slightly. Interesting. "F- fake? You don't say?" Izuku held his tongue. Kiri was acting strange. "I don't think he is," Kiri claimed. "You saw the papers right?" Izuku nodded. He saw them alright but he also saw the man's ID and it had no occupation on it.