Ight, now that Mob and Reigen's arcs are mostly done, imma put more emphasis on MHA characters. Just telling you now so no one's confused or thinks I jumped ship. 

Btw, this sequel is officially called:

"But What If I Was Worse?"

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     The rattling of the cart beat into his skull. Even with the helmet. Even with the soft blankets and pillows cushioning his weak body, the pain was all too present. The smallest jolt sent spikes of pain through his head, making him want to cry out and groan. But he clamped his teeth and held that agony in.

     ...They were wasting their time...

     "Alright, this is the right room.." A woman's voice calmly spoke to her coworkers. The hinge of a door creaked. The transport bed rotated, making his whole world spin. A terrible headache came over him, this nauseating pain lasting far longer than any sting. His form of transportation jumped again just slightly to get over a small bump in the doorway. Still made him hiss in pain. He so badly wanted to hold his delicate skull in his hands and rub the pain away, but his arms were bound tightly within a straight jacket, for his own protection as much as for those of the people around him. "Now up on here." The same lady instructed.

     The man remained limp and helpless as the three or so nurses helped him into his bed, struggling to lift his thin body over that one bar on the side of the hospital bed he always bumped into somehow.

     ...These people had better things to do. Why were they even wasting their resources; their staff; all on him?..

     Finally settled, a couple remained, shuffling around the room to ensure nothing dangerous had been left behind, before they too left.

     . . .

     "Hhhhhhh..."

     . . .

     There's something calculatively cruel about how this place worked. They keep you from killing yourself again and again, wasting precious time, staff, and resources on you... For what? Just so you can wallow a little longer in your pain? Knowing death is right around the corner regardless??

     There was nothing caring about this hospital at all.. It was an insufferable place to be. A torture device meant to gaslight you into thinking you're the one with problems.

     Did he have problems? Of course!.. Who didn't?! Different kind, but...

     ...

     But it was in these three months that he realized just how deep the cracks reached.

     Though his body ached, brain screaming for rest, the man refused to sleep. He slowly wiggled into a sitting position just to keep his mind from slipping.

     For he knew that if he went to sleep now, he might never wake up again.

     They may just kill him in his sleep, then tell his sister that he'd "passed on peacefully~" ... You've gotta be s###ting me.. In what world could he even have a "peaceful death"? Sounded more like the stuff of fairy tales.

     But, he had no more tears to cry. No more thoughts to really think either. Just...an emptiness as he sat there, idly trying to imagine how else his life could have played out.

     His dreams of grandiosity were all but squandered. Yet, despite his dozens of suicide attempts while in here... Now that he sat on his own death bed...he realized something.

     ...He didn't want to go...

     Death wouldn't reset anything. It wouldn't fix any of his problems. It wouldn't even do any good to those around him. Because, at the end of the day, his death would just be another body to have to clean up. A corpse to toss aside and leave to be forgotten.

     ...And where was the fun in that?..

     His death would be as meaningless as his life, which just felt so cruel to him.

     At the very least, he wanted to go out with a bang..! For it to mean something. Not..like this.

     But then again, he hadn't a choice in the matter. Born a disgrace; died a disgrace. Nothing exciting about it. But that was just his luck, wasn't it?

     The room door creaked open again, a set of heavy feat wearing thin-leather shoes entering through with broad strides. The wicker from a nearby chair stretched under the stranger's weight. The faint shuffling of cloth brushing against each other continuing a little even through the silence.

     Ryo sat with his head leaned back against the hospital head-board, glad to at least have something distraction worthy enough to keep him awake. A little bit more shuffling followed as the stranger exhaled, an extremely faint hum gliding out with it.

     "..What a pitiful sight you've turned out to be." A deep, timber voice droned; almost soothingly if it weren't for the sadistic glee held in his throat. Ryo shifted. He couldn't recognize that voice. It didn't match that of any of the staff, nor the police who'd interrogated him. He'd already decided communicating was a waste of time, so the younger man just sat there, tuning the stranger out as much as he physically could. "The man who shook the country. For a moment there, you almost had all of Japan in the palm of your hand." The wood of the wicker chair creaked a little under the stranger's weight. "So, why then didn't you seize it? The world; all of it. Surely, you must have known you were only an arm's reach away from total domination, hmm~?"

     This guy was on a whole nother level when it came to getting under his skin, mocking him with that all-knowing tone of his. Like this stranger knew anything about how insanely complicated political structures really were! Like HE had the right to open his mouth and question Ryo's actions!! Actions that admittedly not even Ryo could explain! He'd just woken up every morning and decided on the spot what he wanted to do that day. There was no long term planning. No real end goals! He left all that to his subordinates, who ended up turning on him in the end! Shimazaki had to admit he was no natural leader. Not in the slightest!

     "But now..." Humming disappointedly. "It appears you have given up all hope.. No more chaos. No more conquering. No more life. ... Is this really how you want your story to end? The pathetic loser who gave up after the erasure of your quirk? Desperately grasping onto every last second of life only now, after so many failed suicide attempts, even though you have no idea why you are doing so~"

     "Leave." Ryo hissed through his teeth. The first time he'd properly spoken in over a month.

     The stranger's curved lips parted, revealing a toothy grin. "Why, how pathetic you must feel.. I honestly do pity you. .. After all, you've gone your whole life serving one master after another. Goalless. Meaningless. Maybe that is why you failed to see the bigger picture at the end of the day. Because you realized just how useless you were on your own."

     "Shut up!" Ryo glared in the stranger's general direction. Though his eyes typically were closed out of habit, they were open now for only a moment. Despite losing his quirk...they were still hollow and black. Voids none could wish to see past. The man shoved his torso up, growling. However, the stranger only laughed a little at Ryo's attempt to appear scary. This was by far the least scary threat he'd ever received.

     "How cute~" The stranger teased. Ryo shoved his back into the wall of pillows behind him, careful not to knock his helmet against anything or hurt his neck. His breaths were far more dramatic now, huffing like he'd just gone running. In reality, he was trying to cope with his own hopelessness here. Overwhelmed with anger but unable to do anything about it. Such had been the case these past three months. He could do nothing but let the rage boil in his heart, until now it was nearly about to burst. Anger, along with many other emotions.

     "You know.." The stranger leaned a little against the back of his own chair, careful not to break the small thing. "I was there for the auction. I knew how determined Suzuki was to purchase you, so I bid a little higher than what even I was willing pay just to give him a hard time. .. Hmhm... Simpler times those were." The stranger chuckled.

     Wait- Ryo gasped. As his list of contacts expanded beyond the hospital staff, a match finally came for this voice.

     All For One.

     "Wait a minute. You're All For One!!"

     The great villain chuckled darkly. "I'm surprised it took you that long.. Must have sustained more than a few migraines from those fractures in your skull."

     The younger man frowned. "What are you doing here anyway? Here to tease me before I die? Apparently, you already know I don't have my quirk anymore..so you can't take it either." He would have crossed his arms, but, they were already tied into doing just that.

     "Hmhm, my boy~ do you really believe I would let such a quirk go to waste like that~? You must not know who I am!~ I'm the kind of man who would desecrate a grave and have every cell of the body thoroughly experimented on for the slim chance of replicating its quirk~ No way would I let such fine blessings go to to waste!" He exclaimed, awfully invested in the subject. Ryo's brows twisted. Alright... What was he getting at here? "My point is... Both you and your quirk have far greater value to me alive than dead. Even your body and mind are worth preserving at the moment, thanks to your near life-long experiences in hand-to-hand combat. Now, that doesn't come cheap, even to a man such as myself!~"

     "Are you saying you can..?" A spark ignited within the blind man's heart. First but a tiny ember, it raged to life as a true flame of hope.

     "I am offering you a deal.. In return for your services, I will give your quirk to you as though it had never left."

     Ryo bounced forward on the bed. "Please! I'll do anything! What do you want from me, because I'll- I'll do it!!" He breathed intensely again, this time each breath escaping through an awed smile. No way he was hearing that right! He had to be dreaming!

     The silver haired villain smirked, hands clasping on his lap, legs crossed. He leaned a little in the small wicker chair beside Ryo's bed. "All I want in return is your unwavering loyalty. Like a leashed dog at my side... When I say sit, you are to sit, when I tell you to act, you are to do so without hesitation. And even if I tell you to kill yourself, I want you to follow my orders without question~ ...That, and that alone.. is the only payment I expect from you in return for your quirk. ... You know no other masters... Only me~"

     The younger man didn't require much time to think about it. Not like he had much time to. In just a few hours, it would be midnight. And any time between then and tomorrow, he would be put to sleep for good. "I... accept." This had been his whole existence, after all... What was one more master? All For One's grin grew.

   "Then let us get you out of here! I can tell you have lost a lot of weight since we last met.. Poor thing.. This new quirk of mine should fix that as well." The wicker flexed one last time, followed by the heavy steps of the powerful villain. A large hand spread over Ryo's face, grasping his head. Cold and rough. Terrifying if not for the excitement bursting within the younger man. A tingling flowed through his body. Warm and soft. He could feel it spreading throughout his body, entering his bloodstream; reinvigorating his heart!

     His sight returned. Or, at least his version of sight. The villain standing over him, his new master, was a behemoth of a man, at over seven feet tall. But something big was different about him too. The villain no longer required any devices at his side. He was completely free from them! And his face had returned as well. This man had a strong jawline, a straight bridged nose, two gleaming, blood red eyes, and a head of white, silvery hair despite appearing no older than his late thirties to early forties. And his grin certainly was a bold one, so easy to picture going both ways; like the loving, caring smile of a father, or the crazed, psychopathic grin of a serial killer.

     More than his sight returned to Ryo. His fragile skull knit itself together, along with any other scars and wounds he'd acquired in the hospital. Even his muscle and general well-being returned to him. Now, the hospital-given clothes which had been so loose on him were now tighter fitting to his form.

     The younger man could only gasp as all of this happened. It was a miracle. It really was!

     All For One watched with a pleased smile as he stepped back, allowing for more space between them, then extended his hand to the other. "To conquering the world~?"

     Ryo grinned, grabbing the villain's hand. "To conquering the world."

     AFO tugged the other villain to his feet, who had to catch his balance once on foot. As his newly acquired senses scanned the room, Ryo noticed that left behind each and every step the older man took was a bloody footprint staining the ground. Instantly, he was hit with a dilemma. Why did death and violence suddenly seem so much more repulsive now that he struggled with what was real and what was not?

     Ryo's gasps entered thinly. He needed to get this off his chest before any resemblance of guilt bore down on him again! "Please! C-can you tell me all of this is fake o-or not?! Tell me I've just been dreaming this whole time!" He tugged on the elder's suit sleeve. The elder stared thoughtfully down on him with those dark crimson eyes.

     All For One placed his assuring hand on the blind one's shoulder, rubbing it while he clicked his tongue. "You aren't dreaming..." He assures softly, before his grin grew wider. "because this isn't your dream. This is my dream. My dream to rule the world. And I have chosen you to play a part in that."

     Ryo trembled a little. Finally, he knew. He knew the truth... He wasn't supposed to be the main character of his own dream..because he wasn't the main character and this wasn't his dream! That must be why he failed so terribly before as the main antagonist! He was merely a supporting role!! All his strengths. His weaknesses.

     ...It all made sense...

     "Now how about you teleport us out of here? Kurogiri will intercept outside."

     "Yes sir!"

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     These past three months were nothing but a window of opportunity! Jin, his eye patch snug over his right eye, stepped boldly over the pavement. His blond hair grew out again at the roots, but there was little need to obsess over keeping his hair dyed anymore; the man had crafted a new life for himself! One full of excitement and possibilities.

     Down the sidewalk he strode, which was still a little cracked, but it wasn't near as bad as the complete destruction that remained on the other side of the road. Many building crews were busy repairing the site, their quirks a big help out here. But what Jin smiled at was the small cluster of five or so strangers walking the opposite direction along the other sidewalk. Their hair was dyed, makeup and fake beards and moustaches cleverly covering up the fact that they were really all the same person. The group who noticed eye patched Jin smiled and waved, a couple in the group elbowing the majority and hissing at them to not make a scene. Jin only laughed at himself. The original still wore a suit, working with Reigen and Serizawa; but, prompted by Reigen's inspiring question, the man started to use his clones to do a series of different jobs, mostly ones that involved restoring the city.

     What was a catastrophe at first had turned out to be the perfect window of opportunity for him. Soon, he'd have enough to move out on his own again! As nice as that hero's place was, it got a little crowded at times, especially when someone had friends over.

Buzz buzz..

     Jin slid a newly bought phone out of his pocket and held it to his ear. "Yeah?"

     ""I think bossman caught on. He wants you to quit slacking and come to the office yourself."" A Jin on the other end of the phone whispered. The original --maybe-- groaned, dragging his feet over the cracked pavement now. Dang it, he was certain he'd get away with a little break this time..

     There was reason for Reigen to prefer the original over a clone. With each clone, they slowly decreased in power. And as Reigen and Serizawa found out, this can affect the mind just as much as the body. His doubles don't exactly get dumber.. They just forget a lot easier! And, well, being a secretary requires a lot more mind work than say a construction worker or dog walker.

     "Hhhhh, tell him I'll be there in a minute.." Jin hung up. Which one? You'll never know~

     The maybe og strode, broader steps making their way toward the Spirits and Such office.

     The business stayed afloat, not only because, thanks to Reigen making sure to expand the business a little more to help out with smaller aspects involving restoring the city around them. Small jobs that only loosely had to do with spiritual matters.

     Jin swung the door open, eyes tired and dim. "Alright, I'm heeeeeeerrrreee... -Sorry." His neck tucked between his shoulders, smiling stupidly at his boss, who was presently tricking an older man into thinking a shave and clean-up was spiritually related somehow. The blond gave the other blond a half glare.

     "Came a little later than expected..." He mumbled. "But oh well. Catch up with Serizawa if you can! He's performing his first exorcism by himself at the moment."

     "Wait, really?! I gotta see this!!" The brighter blond's smile broadened, spinning around and barging back through the door right away. Reigen sighed and chuckled.

     "New clients.. amiright?" The woman only shrugged. "Anyways, back to your treatment~"

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     Twenty minutes later and Reigen was done. He accepted the payment with a smile, offering the woman a coupon should any spirits bother her again. And, now without a client in sight, the man reclined in his chair, feet propped on his desk. He glanced around the empty room as he relaxed, quickly growing bored. He'd gotten so used to Serizawa and Jin hanging around now that Mob was gone. ...Huh... Wonder if the kid would be allowed to work here over summer break... His parents moved into town, didn't they?

     Reigen glanced at the clock on the wall. The one thing that made noise; its constant tics slowly driving him mad. 4:01. Huh. Mob isn't in school anymore, right? He had only a few days left when that party happened. He waited until after school hours to call him out of habit. Now would work, though.

     Reigen dragged his phone over the desk with his heel until the device fell into his hand. He called Mob shortly after.

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     Huh, went to automated voicemail. Who else's phone number did he still have? Uhhh , someone who was probably with Mob at the moment or something..

     Wait what?!.. The man chuckled deep in his throat.That's funny. Reigen completely forgot he had this number.

     Oh well. May as well try calling it.

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BOOOM!

     "RRHHHAAAA!!!"

BOOOM!!

     The spiky haired blond dipped his hands into the barrel of boiling water again, the liquid stinging through his skin. He grunted in pain, jaw tightly clenched to hold in a cry.

     He threw his hand out of the barrel, steaming droplets of boiling water flying into the air all around. Hands exposed to the air, the teen held them over his head, screaming as another massive explosion tore through the sky. All the sizzling water was blown away, leaving faint burns on his red hot skin. The teen threw his arms down at his sides, huffing angrily.

    He was grateful to UA for allowing him to continue using their large training room over the summer break. He had a lot of training to do, after all.

     Deku was getting stronger at an alarming rate. It felt like every other day that brat unlocked a new quirk. And what did Bakugo have?? Determination alone wouldn't win against him. Not to mention that walking force of nature, Mob. How was he even supposed to compete with that?! It was like running into a brick wall. He couldn't even imagine how he could possibly surpass that middle school freak! The only thing he could think to do was train... Train and train and train and train and train. Train until his bones break, until he lost control of his own quirk! That was the only way! He was basically hoping for a miracle here. A miracle only he could make happen.

     His arms were shaking, still red and steaming. His fingers twitched, but he couldn't move them any more than that. Bakugo growled at this little annoyance. Deku had sustained much worse damage than this and STILL kept fighting! The blond couldn't seriously expect to surpass his rival if he couldn't do the same!

     As Bakugo took a necessary breather, each breath fueled by self criticism, his phone rang from within his pocket. D###... He forgot he left that in there... The teen was wearing dark grey cargo pants and a black tank top. There was no more school. Only training for him.

     The kid hissed as his tender hand brushed against his pant pocket. His whole arm shook, not allowing him to control the limb. Bakugo grunted. It took him a lot of effort to slide his hand into his pocket. Even more to grip his buzzing phone and fish it out. The thing nearly ran out of time when Bakugo finally accepted the call.

     "Who the h### is this?" Katsuki growled, wedging the phone between his jaw and shoulder. His eyes dropped back down at his sides, steaming, sizzling, and shaking still.

     ""Ahh! Bakugo! Thought your phone would go to voice mail too.."" Reigen's annoying voice chimed in his ear.

     "What do you want?!" The teen snapped.

     ""Calm down. Sheesh! I just want to know where Mob is.""

     "That brat??.. Haven't seen him." Bakugo bit the inside of his lip, eyes scanning over the large, empty room. His mind began to wander, wondering what kind of excuse he would use oh his parents for returning in this state. He might have to buy some long sleeved gloves or bandages to hide the burns until he'd treated them properly. It's what he used to do in middle school, after all.

     ""You sure??.. Oh, okay. Just make sure to tell Mob to check his phone if you run into him. The two of you live on UA campus still, right?""

     "Ugh, yeah.." Bakugo hung up. The teen glared around, slit eyes scanning the empty room.

     ...Guess... Guess this was a good enough excuse to take a break.. 

     Bakugo turned off the fire heating the large barrel of water and dragged his feet out of the room. He grabbed his black skull hoodie by the door on his way out and wrestled it onto his  sweaty body. His tank top clung to his skin, its wet fabric collecting  chilly air the moment he opened the door. A wave of cold spring air gripped his whole body. Guh, he better not get sick from this.. The amount of times he had to hide being sick from overworking himself was honestly pathetic.

   The blond hid his arms within his long sleeves as he trudged around. The closer to the dorms he neared, the more people gathered. Looked like a small town. There were even a few small shops set out on the front lawns of the new housing; apartments for all those who lost their homes to villain raids or Mob's rampage.

     The truth about Mob living here was kept from the general public. No one knew they were living right next to the kid who started all this crap.

     Bakugo dug his hands into his pockets to hide them as he neared the complex his parents presently lived in. His dad owned a clothing repair shop up front. Looked real cheap and tacky and made nothing compared to his father's old business, but it was the best his dad could do at the moment. And they were getting by just fine so far. Bakugo's tired eyes located his father rather quickly. The spiky haired brunette stood at his post, accepting a wad of torn clothes from a new customer. It was hard, nay, impossible to simply buy new clothes right now, so his dad'd shop was essential. But, since people didn't have quite as much to pay with anymore, Mr. Bakugo had to lower the prices exponentially.

     "Hey, Dad!" The teen hollered across the road. He was extra careful to hide the shaking in his arms as he crossed it. Even though his parents had mostly given up scolding and punishing him for overworking himself, he couldn't take any chances. Or guess he just got in a habit of hiding his pain by now. "Where's Mom?!" Finally stepping onto their side of the road. He scanned the area for her again, but there wasn't a firey blond in sight.

     "Oh! There you are, Katsu!.." The brunette with glasses waved. "Mind helping your mother? She's helping Miss Inko move in!"

     "Huh??" The teen's brows contorted, confused just as much as he was angry. "Doesn't the old lady already have Deku to carry things around for her??!"

     "Hey! Be nice to Inko! She's like an aunt to you!" His dad got a little angry in the woman's defense. Now that was a rare sight.

     "Ugh, fiiine!" Bakugo spun on his heel, hands still shoved into his hoodie pockets. He grumbled a little under his breath. "Where is that apartment anyway?"

     "273! I'll call your mom and tell you you're on your way."

     "Please don't.." Crap. He could hardly hold a phone to his ear. How was he supposed to carry boxes around now..? Guess he could just say he needed to go to the bathroom..then hide in there until they were finished. That would just humiliate him, though. Hhh...

     A couple buildings to the right down the road, Katsuki caught his mom and Inko chatting together as they hauled boxes out of a u-haul truck. Eh, he could probably handle a few boxes just fine now that he thought about it.

     He was still angry about having to help out here, though. "Hey!!!" Katsuki called. His mom's head turned quickly, recognizing that bratty voice anywhere. "The f### are we helping them out for?! Deku's got some muscle now!"

     Mitsuki growled. "Katsuki!! Just come over here and help out! Watch your language and quit complaining!!" Katsuki growled some more, but he relented, continuing to drag his feet until he reached the truck. Peeking his head in.. huh. There were only a few boxes left. The teen smirked. Looks like he'd only have to carry one! But...which one..?

     Bakugo didn't even realize he was zoning out until he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Kachan, you're helping??" Izuku smiled.

     The angry teen immediately swat the other's hand away. "Like h### I'm not!! Just wondering how the crap you haven't unloaded everything already!!" Spinning around, Bakugo's eyes widened, spotting Mob standing not far behind the green haired runt. His hair was white now, though, eyes red like his. However, it wasn't floating like it usually did. "The h### are you doing out here?!"

     "Relax, Kachan, no one has recognized Mob like this yet."

     "Yep!.. Just don't touch me. I might burn your skin." Shigeo warmed. Bakugo lifted a brow.

     "Like I was gunna touch you anyway.." Bakugo let the two slip past him to grab a couple boxes each. Nice. He was left with only one!.. Crap. It was the biggest one, though. Ugh...

     Mob only used his telekinesis to lighten the load. He really didn't want to use too much of his quirk in front of everyone and be found out that way. Thankfully, all the news about him showed Shigeo's normal, plain black hair, so it wasn't common knowledge that he could change his hair or eye color. These changes in appearance he turned off as he and Izuku entered the greenette's new place.

     Though most UA kids decided to remain in their dorms throughout the summer, some, like Izuku, chose to move back in with their parents. It was feeling like home already for the young hero. Simply having his mother close by was a comfort to his soul. She of course loved that her baby was again close by as well. This meant that Izuku had to move all of his All Might merchandise, though, which was what Mob had already helped him out with. Forming piles of boxes in the living room for now, Mob and Shigeo set theirs down to-

Achoo!

     Oh no. All of this moving kicked around a lot of dust. Mob sneezed, nudging his box over.

     "O-oh no!" Izuku cried as it came crashing down.

     "Ohh no, I- I'm sorry!" Mob waved his hands in front of him, knees shaking.

     "Hh, it's fine." Izuku knelt down and opened the box to make sure everything inside was alright. "Oh! It's my dad's stuff!" The greenette's worried look shifted to a smile. He pulled out a shoe box from within the bigger one and opened it. Inside was a plethora of pictures. None featuring people Mob recognized. Not even Izuku and his mom! Mob leaned over Izuku's shoulder curiously. Not once did he ever hear his classmate mention his dad before...

     "Who are all the people in these pictures? Distant family?" Mob pointed, hand passing Izuku's head so the elder could see his hand.

     The greenette chuckled softly. "No.. They're my dad's past clients. He uses a really old camera, though, so sometimes the film gets ruined. See?" Izuku grabbed a picture that only showed half of a little girl's face. The other half faded to pitch black. A common inking error for older film. Out of all of these pictures, though, there wasn't one reoccurring character. Many of them looked like farmers from the distant countryside too.

     "Ah... Clients? What does he do?" And why did he never take pictures of himself?.. Was he just camera shy?

     "Iiiiit's..kinda hard to explain... He's like a doctor, but for spiritual problems. My dad travels all around the world, taking odd and rare jobs. He specializes in helping out kids who struggle with spiritual related quirks." Izuku chuckled, shifting between photos in his hand. A majority of them were kids, but quite a few adults made appearances as well. "That's why I didn't mind your quirk when we first met. It just reminded me of him and all the stories he would tell me growing up!" Izuku laughed. Mob stared blankly for a moment.

     "Really..? Your dad sounds...awesome!" He smiled. "Does that mean he's an Esper too? Do you think I'll ever be able to meet him??"

   "Most likely...? I don't really know." Rubbing back of head. "He's a wanderer, so there really aren't any ways to call him, mail him letters or predict when he's coming back. And he goes by a fake name on the job.. But, he still sends us letters and money, updating us on his life. He never mentions when he will visit, though.. Apparently, one time before I was born, he got stuck in a time vortex or something! What was only a couple hours for him was a month for my mom. He stopped saying exactly when he'd visit after that so he wouldn't worry her so much in the future.."

     "Awh... I'm sorry..." Mob's shoulders stooped a little. While his own parents weren't the most involved in his life, they were still nice to have around. Having a dad who is gone so much... Well, that sounds kind of scary, actually. Especially if it is really hard to get in contact with him. ...Time vortex, though..? How dangerous was Mr. Midoriya's job?!

   Chuckling, Izuku's smile grew, eyes closing as he grinned. "Don't be! He's the best!. Always putting others before himself, just like All Might!.. I honestly wish I could talk to him more about his life, but it has so much to do with spirits and such, it gets kinda hard sometimes.. Most of his life has to do with things I can't even see... Heh, I don't make it very easy either, talking his ear off about heroes and stuff, which he hardly knows a thing about.. That's why I'll always respect you Espers. Must be pretty hard being able to experience one half of the world nobody else can..."

     Mob was taken aback a little by that statement. "Hm... I guess it can be kind of hard sometimes, now that I think about it... But, that only makes me even more grateful to have people like you around... I don't feel quite so alone." Smiling.

    "Aww!" Izuku reached up and pat the leaning kid's head. "I'm glad you're my friend too! ... Oh! Do you want to see my journal collection?! I've got all kinds of cool stats on heroes in there!"

     "Uhm.. Sure!" Izuku bounced, a new energy filling his whole body. He grabbed Mob's wrist and dragged the younger into to his room, where he had a whole filing cabinet of journals!

     The two mothers, Inko and Mitsuki, chuckled as they heard Izuku's autistic tier rants about heroes and the like. "Ohh, that boy.." Inko cooled down with a refreshing glass of water. "He's more like his father than he realizes..." She smirked. The blond woman snickered at her right. "What??" The shorter women craned her neck, smiling as the taller one tried to hold a laugh in. She knew that face all too well. "Are you thinking about he brick incident again??"

     "Pff-ff-fff.. Maybe."

     "Ohhhh, my gosh... That was nineteen years ago!"

     Mitsuki snickered uncontrollably. "The way he just collapsed on the ground though.."

     "Mitsuki!!" Hiding a smile best she could with her hand, the green aired mother elbowed her friend. "You know he still has a scar from that, right?!"

     "I know, I know. And I apologize every time I see him!" Wheezing.

     Inko rolled her eyes. "You're a handful... You know that?"

Thwump!

     A massive cardboard box was kicked up the stairs, knocking over a dozen other boxes in the middle of the living room.

     "HAPPY NOW!?!" The young Bakugo hollered up the stairs. Mitsuki switched from one high to another within milliseconds.

     "KATSUKI, YOU COME UP HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP!!"

     "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME, OLD HAG!"

     "I CAN'T, CAN I?!!" That was it. Mitsuki tore the sandle off the bottom of her foot and raced down the stairs. Inko's eyes widened, slipping out of the kitchen and into her son's room to be with the happy bunch.

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     After spending some leisure time with Izuku and his mom, Mob went on a little stroll around campus. It was a little nerve wracking, the situation he was in. Every time he made eye contact with someone, he feared he would be found out. Thankfully, though, no one was really expecting Shigeo Kageyama to still be in UA. So, as long as he wore somewhat of a disguise outside, he would be fine.

     But, once he was where the lonely trees danced under the calming spring air, a beautiful array of pinks, oranges, and blues painting the sky, he was at peace. Things were turning out, even if it was taking a while. He had a lot of things to be thankful for in the moment.

     "Hey, Mob!!" Dimple scurried up to the wandering teen. Mob turned slowly.

     "What is it, Dimple?"

     "I just got back from watching your principle make a deal with some child quirk organization regarding you!" Dimple didn't exactly make that sound like good news. Mob's eyes widened.

     "Wait.. what..?"

     "Apparently, you are going on some kind of summer trip! You're being assigned a new master and everything!"

     . . .

     " ◉⁠_◉ ... Huh?"

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Welcome to the sequel. I know better than to create a whole new book.