Tastu-uke: this fanfic is a mafia AU, that may have 3 parts to it. 

The story is set in the 1950s

I'd made sure to add some pretty cringeworthy slang words. Like Cut the gas, you're the ginchiest, or livin' in the shade. Guys I researched of his shit, the fashion, the slang words, the technology. Anyways if you enjoyed the chapter please comment down below/vote

Izuku ran. The cold night air burned his nostrils. He cringed at the smell of cigarettes; profoundly disgusted at the way the scent met his tongue. He ran throughout the city. The lights of pushing away the shadows over his face; his entire skin drenched of vibrant yellows and blinking blaring blue and subtle hues of tender pinks. He took a sharp turn down sovereign avenue. In this part of the city; the streets mainly were crooked and crumbled. Houses that stood here for years were beginning to lose their paints fulfilling color, and the tenements were built with classic redbricks. In this part of the city, people had locked their doors with several locks just so they could sleep at night. Izuku gripped down on the straps of his backpack as he heard swift movement down an alleyway he previously past. Izuku knew he felt jittery when he ran this way. Just last week a mother that was walking home with her daughter; was shot while the daughter remained missing after the incident. Izuku always told Ochako she needed to get out of this neighborhood. He reminded her that he was open to the possibility of Ochako moving in with him, but occasionally she would always ignore Izuku's concerned words. Izuku stopped his feet as the cafe came to view. He started rubbing his fingers through his green curls, trying to move his hair out of his eyes. His hair grew in length ever since high school. His curls had started to sprout widely, the ends reaching the nape of his neck. He reminded himself he needed to get his hair trimmed. He took a deep breath his face feeling awfully flushed and his cold sweat was the only thing that cooled him down. He took another deep breath as he opened the cafe's doors. The entire cafe was completely vacant, and the room was faintly dim; only a handful of lights were still on behind the counter. The cafe's dining was a small place with the tiled floor arranged in checkered black and white pattern; with several round tables scattered around the room with red stools. The entire scene gave an intense nostalgia.

"Hello?" Izuku said clearly as he tightened his grasp on his backpack. "Did she forget I was coming?" Izuku said out loud. "But the lights are still on." Izuku considered that someone was still here, and the door was still unlocked. Izuku walked passed the register and into the back room. The kitchen door was closed and he noticed some light pooled from underneath the door. Izuku sighed he latched his fingers on the door handle. "Excuse me but you're not allowed back there, and sir we are currently closed," Izuku quickly turned around to the voice. A young woman stood there, she had a strong look to her. Her hair was a deep violet the ends collapsed over her squared shoulders. She stood with a straightened back; she was dressed in a black Capri jumpsuit with her hands stiff in her pockets. Her eyes were a sharp, pupils colored in profound lilac purple. Her glare was menacing like she was prepared to defend herself as if she saw Izuku as a threat. "Um..uh," Before Izuku could finish his next few words a loud bang erupted throughout the room. The sound came from right behind Izuku. The kitchen door was wide open. The door had formally hit against the brick wall, and standing at the door was Ochako. Ochako had a slumped stance, her eyes seemed weary and yet she had a blooming look to her. Her dress attire was unquestionably delightful. She wore a simple black circle dress that was littered with white polka dots, with black stilettos that made a lovely clickety-clack sound on the tiled surface. The thing that really stood out to Izuku was Ochako's hair. Ochako's hair was cut short, The ends of her hair only managing to reach her earlobes. He kinda liked it, it suited her.

"Izuku? Oh did I startle you?" Ochako asked. "Yes," Izuku admitted with a faint smile. "Sorry," Ochako said sincerely as she turned away from Izuku. "Ah, Jirou I'll close up the place; you can go ahead and leave," Ochako said to the woman that spoke to Izuku moments before. Jirou gave Ochako a warm smile and waved goodbye. "Later."

"Let me just get your keys and my coat and we'll get going," Ochako said as she walked back to the kitchen.

"I like your hair, it suits you," Izuku said gazing at her waiting for any of expression. "Thank you should've seen my mom his morning she completely despised it, kept saying I look unfeminine," Ochako said while rolling her eyes and a strong huff. Izuku frowned. Ochako sounded light-hearted when she said it, but there was always something going on with Ochako and her mother. Ochako remembered all the words her mother said to her, and she took every word to heart. "She's just old school," Izuku said. "Mh," Ochako mumbled as she gazed out the window. "Hey, are you still working on the investigation?" Ochako asked, her voice sounding shriveled. "Yes," Izuku said as his fingers clamped down on the wheel. "Well, you shouldn't be," Ochako uttered. She turned to Izuku with her chin raised. "You could get in some real trouble, and when it's too late you're gonna wish you could turn back," Ochako paused and continued "You've been on it for weeks your tired; I can see the bags under your eyes," Ochako blurted out bluntly. Izuku stayed quiet and he took a deep breath. He didn't like how he could feel Ochako's attentive eyes seep into his skin. "I...I found something interesting today," Izuku said, while Ochako clicked her tongue. "Just listen," Izuku said losing his patience. "You know how Tsuyu's mother had said that the man that threatened her if she didn't pay the organization monthly-

"He would hurt Tsuyu, and since her mother had opened her store in his 'territory' he claimed that she owed him. I already know the story," Ochako interrupted. "Well, Mrs. Asui had said the man had 2 accomplices and the three communicated with a foreign language, an Asian language she stated. So I thought maybe that could mean the man would have immigrated to this country, although; unlikely; I still wanted to double check. I had Iida look through the system and just take a look through the immigration papers that would match the description of the guy we're looking for."

"A young man with blonde wild hair, and red eyes," Ochako finished for him. "Well after a month or so, Tenya had for me 53 guys that matched the description. I had Mrs. Asui look through the list of photos of these 53 men, and she was able to identify the exact same man that had approached her. "I was able to discover the man's name."

"Which is?" Ochako asked with her head off to the side.

"His name is...

"Katsuki Bakugou,"

"He immigrated here in 1950, at 18 yrs old, and is currently 20 years old. He was born in Osaka, Japan in 1931," Izuku said. Ochako's lips parted and she quickly closed them. "I bet you got a kick out of that, knowing you," Ochako said. " I can't believe Tenya would help you with your project. He's a police officer he should be catching real culprits. Not being involved on your little projects," Ochako said as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "You'd just drove past my apartment," Ochako protested. "You'd never understand Ochako, this is my life's work. I take pride in it. It's not like you take pride in pouring cups of coffee,"

"Who do think you are? Acting as if you're better than me, as if you work harder than me," Ochako said outraged.

Izuku shook his head "No you just don't get it! This investigation, this story could actually turn the tables; It could actually do something," Izuku continued as he parked the car. "You know what I've been doing for the past week questioning owners of local stores in this part of the district. I asked them if they ever been threatened by anybody. Most people demanded me to leave their establishment or lied straight to my face. People are under the wraps of Katsuki's control and those innocent people are being screwed over," Izuku said as he stepped out of the car, and slammed the car door. "People are so scared and frightened. They feel as if they can't do a goddamn thing!" Izuku shouted. "Stop raising your voice!" Ochako pressed as she left the car, Izuku instantly trotted behind her as she walked up to the main door to her apartment. While grabbing her keys out of her coat and before she was about to open the door she swiftly turns towards Izuku. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips went tight. Izuku gasped as he scrambled on his heels once Ochako walked towards him furiously. Making him reconsider getting away from her before she did something rash. "Listen here Izuku Midoriya," Ochako said as she pressed her forefinger to his chest. "Do you understand you're taking a risk and cut the gas about this journalism job being your life's work. Don't be so selfish-

"Selfish!" Izuku interrupted.

"Yes, you think, oh there's nothing wrong with getting involved because it's for the greater good, but even if that a true. What if something happens to you, your own mother would be devastated, and I would be devastated. You're young, I mean you're only 20 fucking years old. We're 20 years old and you're pulling shit like this acting like your made in the shade. Remember when you went drinking and you-

"I crashed the car, I know!"

"No that's the thing you don't know! How did you think how I felt when I saw your lifeless body lying in that ditch. You look like you were dead," Ochako said with her teeth clenched and her hand folded into her chest. "You couldn't possibly know what it was like," Ochako sighed as she turned to unlock the door. "Goodnight Izuku," Izuku froze and blinked frantically.

"I-I didn't, look Ochako," Izuku said as he was about to touch her shoulder.

"You're sorry I know. You're always sorry; after I talk you down. I always know you don't mean to hurt me. I just want you to think about what I said. Goodnight, Izuku." Ochako said as she closed the door. Izuku stepped away from the door when he heard it click. He just stared absently at the red door and gazed at the rusted golden knob. It made him think of how much he hated this neighborhood or just the city in general. You'd think he'd get used to the smell, and look of everything since he lived in Chicago his entire life. He sighed and scrambled his fingers into his hairline and scratched his scalp. "Okay," Izuku said to himself as walked down the street. Before crossing he looked at in the left direction and then looked right. Izuku felt his own breathe hitch and how his shoulders and spine went incredibly tight. He could feel his own breath slipping from his lips. His body instantly froze and his entire mind crumbled becoming unstable. His eyes wandered and he couldn't stop looking right. He saw a man, just an ordinary man, at least he appeared to be an ordinary man. The man was fairly young and he had a sturdy stance with his shoulders relaxed. His head tilted lazily in Izuku direction. At that moment Izuku felt his entire skin ignite, and yet his sweat gone cold, and his fingers trembled. The man's entire figure was drenched in a subtle yellow light from the post that stood nearby. Izuku took a bold move, as he wandered his eyes to get a good look of the man's face. The man's eyes were nimble and his pupils were a heavy blood red. His jaw was constricted and he had a sincere frown at his lips. His blonde hair was untamed and a wild. Izuku's mind couldn't get his mouth to operate. He then sucked in a deep breathe the brittle air immediately stinging his teeth. "Katsuki," Izuku whispered. The name felt fuzzy on his tongue. He was just completely astounded. Izuku shakily walked back to his car, and once he sat in the driver's seat and closed the car door all he just laughed uneasily. Wrinkles formed along his forehead. He shook his head left in right and rubbed his palms into his eyes. He knew one thing, he'd have to forget Ochako. He had to forget everything Ochako said. He had to forget that look on her face, and how she said her words. Izuku glanced at his backpack; that sat in the back of the car. His backpack was filled with notes on Katsuki. He blinked once and without another second. Without another thought buzzing; he swiftly grabbed his backpack. Izuku had one thought that came to mind. He was smiling