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"So... let me get this straight," Natsuo began, staring at Touya. "You're our dead brother who survived the forest fire, lived on the streets for six years, essentially adopted four children and the only reason you're here is because she-," he pointed at Miku, "- convinced you to break and enter our house." Touya nodded.
"That is what I just told you, yes."
Natsuo looked towards his older sister. "I don't buy it. It could be a bunch of scammers y'know?"
Fuyumi looked absolutely flabbergasted. "I'm telling you, it is him! Touya always had a bad taste in fashion!"
"My taste in fashion isn't bad."
"Yes it is."
"Alright, well," Natsuo turned his gaze back to Touya. "What's something we did that the public isn't aware of."
Touya put his scarred hand to his face. "Remember that time we got Smash Bros. We snuck Shoto away from training to play it with us. Enji was furious and we spent a good thirty minutes trying to convince him that it would help Shoto with his reaction time. By the end of it, you lost control of your quirk and broke the TV because you kept on losing."
Natsuo's eyes slowly widened as he remembered that day. "Holy shit..." the man whispered out. He looked towards Fuyumi, Shoto, the teens and Touya." "I- how??? How the hell did you survive the fire?"
"That, is a long and complicated story that I would rather not tell at two in the morning." As soon as Fuyumi had gotten over the shock of her elder brother being alive she had rang Natsuo to come to the house immediately. Currently, everyone was sitting in the living room. Eri was sleeping on Teto's chest and the fourteen year old looked half asleep herself. Neru's head was in her hands and Miku looked oddly pleased with herself.
"This was all your plan, wasn't it," Neru finally spoke up. The blonde was moments away from choking out the teal girl.
Miku could only smile innocently. "Well, if we didn't get caught then we would have ate fancy food. It was a win/win situation."
"How?"
"How, what?"
"How the hell did you find out that Dabi was Todoroki Touya??" Neru hissed at Miku.
Miku smiled like a cheshire cat. "I'm so glad you asked." Miku stood up proudly. "I have been following a case of blue fires for a while. While fire quirks are extremely common - Teto here has one after all - blueflame isn't exactly common. Teto looked into quirk records and found out that Mr. Todoroki Touya is someone born with a blueflame."
The girl paused for a moment. "Now with all good conspiracy theories, there's a lot of extra factors. A foreigner could have moved to Japan and had the quirk but hey, I connected the dots."
Neru's eyes widened. "That night you convinced us to do vigilante work! Did you know he would light that house on fire??"
Miku blinked twice. "What? No. I just wanted to do vigilante work that night. That encounter was a complete coincidence."
Neru face-palmed as Teto rubbed her back in comfort. It was then Shoto's turn to speak up. "Wait, are you No1Princess?"
Miku's eyes lit up. "Yes! I am! Are you a fan?"
Shoto nodded. "Yes. I'm extremely fond of your theories on Fazbear Entertainment. How could a company survive for that long? Especially since it was reportedly a place where people with quirks could go to during the Dawn of Quirks!"
As Miku and Shoto began to talk conspiracy theories, Neru looked extremely mournful. "I'm extremely sorry," the girl whispered to Fuyumi.
Fuyumi could only smile at the girl. "It's fine. I'm just glad that he's talking."
"..."
"..."
'Do I have to pay you back for the food we ate?"
"Oh very much so."
Neru let out a low groan, regretting every that ever occurred to her