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Tsukauchi Naomasa sits on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table and a file in his hands.
He loves his kids. He really does.
But holy fuck, Izuku is creating so much paperwork as Onryō.
He had fully expected his son to be vengeful due to his time. However, he had not expected the sheer brutality Izuku would inflict on some people.
For example, Muscular had been skinned alive then had been slowly decapitated. That was not a fun crime scene.
Parenting shouldn’t have to include conversations about how traumatizing heroes is morally wrong. Then again, Izuku was not a normal kid.
Naomasa sets the file on the coffee table to take a sip from his hot chocolate.
It’s nearly two in the morning.
Izuku was still out on patrol as Onryō but he would probably be home any moment.
It is four in the morning.
Naomasa has not slept and Izuku is still not home.
Naomasa’s leg is anxiously bouncing as he looks at his phone in anticipation.
Finally, an incoming call icon appears on his screen.
“Are you okay, Izuku?” Naomasa asks the second he picks up.
“I’m alright.”
“What happened?” Naomasa demands, picking up on the slight shakiness in Izuku’s voice. His grip on his phone tightens.
“I killed someone to protect one of my friends.”
Naomasa races to the front door and hastily pulls on a pair of shoes.
“I’ll pick both of you up. Where are you?” Naomasa asks, snatching up his keys and sprinting out of the apartment.
“We’re outside the Todoroki Abode.”
Naomasa brakes rather quickly in front of the Todoroki Abode.
The house is on fire.
What the fuck.
Standing peacefully on the rock walkway is Izuku as Onryō with another teenager hugging his side.
Naomasa faintly recognizes the boy as Todoroki Shouto. His grip on the steering wheel tightens.
He had heard Izuku rant about Endeavor multiple times. With the Todoroki Estate on fire and a battered Todoroki Shouto, it’s obvious that the person Izuku had killed was none other than Endeavor.
Izuku calmly walks over to the car and helps Todoroki get into the backseat, sliding into the car after him.
Both buckle their seatbelts. Izuku immediately relaxes into his seat.
“Are both of you okay?” Naomasa asks gently as he begins to drive away from the crime scene.
“I’m hungry.” Izuku replies, glancing at Todoroki. With a glance in his rear view mirror, Naomasa can now see a red burn in the shape of a hand on Todoroki’s cheek.
I hope hell is cruel to you, Endeavor.
“I’m a bit hungry too.” Todoroki admits.
Sirens whir in the distance.
Fuck.
Endeavor’s murder was going to give Naomasa so much paperwork.