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A while back, all four of them were in tense silence, standing in the cold as this stranger phased through a gate and proceeded to claim that he didn't mean harm.

And now they were all sitting in the dining room, cups of tea in their hands along with platters full of bright, pink mochi that was supposedly Izuku's favorite snack. Along with the cheery aura around all of them- except Shouta of course. He was still weary of the stranger appearing out of nowhere.

"-anyway, I'll cut to the chase." The teen (Shouta realizes that he has never given a name and damns himself to the fact he freely gave information about themselves without knowing anything about the stranger) said, setting down his cup of classic green tea with a thunk. His face showed passiveness; and much to everyone's dismay, he was practically unreadable.

Nemuri, who sat beside Hizashi nodded while Mic eagerly hummed for him to continue. Shouta nodded, looking at the sleeping Izuku in the couch.

He wonders.. The kid probably fell asleep in Nemuri's arms while they were with the other kid. It was strange; his energy practically dissipated into thin air as the purple eyed teen appeared.

According to Midnight, though, he passed out from exhaustion due to the little stunt he pulled at USJ, exerting a four year old's body to it's limits and endangering his own health. He probably had a "battery" like he thought, since a lot of quirks are energy based, it will be to no surprise if he used his stamina to create a portal between.. Realms.
(He was still tripping out from the fact the kid could summon Demons.)

Aizawa looked at the teen's direction, latching onto the purple-green hues in his eyes-... Wait.

"Weren't your eyes purple before?," he observed the slight twitch the teen gave at the mention of it.

Nemuri and Hizashi looked at him before nodding in agreement.

Green specks flickered and danced around the once solid purple color. "..Yeah," The teen nodded reluctantly, a hint of edge on his voice.

"I suppose. I just stole this identity, after all."

Nemuri coughed, choking on her tea as flecks of it poured onto the table. Her eyes widened in alarm but Shouta already beat her through it.

"You what?" His voice was dangerously low as if meant to threaten him. He readied his scarf again, more than happy to capture this thing. Hizashi just frowned as the teen shrugged. "Saw a guy and took the opportunity to snatch his looks, I guess. I'll turn back." He added the last part quickly as Shouta growled.

The teen lifted his hands as if to say; "I give up" before his pale skin literally broke away, cracks appearing all over his body and snaking around.
It twisted around his neck, cobweb shaped crevices form along his cheeks before they broke off; like porcelain as they gave a shattering noise as the pieces fell on the floor.

Half of his face has "dissolved" already, familiar green eyes shining as his hair; instead of the fiery red was replaced with lush, dark green.
It was like the disguise was just another layer.

Freckles appeared on his cheeks as the "outer shell" fell apart.

...

I.. Izuku?

Holy shit.

Shouta's eyes widened as the teen suddenly looks like an older version of Izuku. His baby cheeks were gone; replaced by a formed jaw. His eyes were smaller; looking more stressed than Aizawa (or he just out on a raging amount of eyeliner).
"Izuku's" hair was parted neatly, shiny black clips holding both sides back. The green in his eyes still had it's brilliant shine like the younger version. His shoulders were wider too, stature even more confident than the original. Most surprising thing of all, he looked absolutely ripped.

Not as built as Shouta or All Might; just enough for a high schooler.

Hizashi cleared his throat. "Future version..?" He tried to suggest, looking at the thing up and down. Nemuri relaxed her shoulders as she leaned back, staring at Aizawa for him to do the same. "No," the teen shook his head. "Another Demon. Izuku summoned me. It happens if he exhausts his quirk."

Aizawa still wasn't convinced as the teen leaned back, revealing a dark red turtle neck (Shouta would've thought that it was actually soaked in blood).
"Anyway," he hummed, as if thoughtful. "Who'll get custody of Izuku? I wonder.." The teen's eyes trailed onto the couch where the real Izuku slumbered. His eyes showed remorse, like a mother to a hurt child.

"You know-?" - "Of course I do. I'm one of his guardians. Well, along with his old man." The Demon (rudely) interjected, spitting the "old man" part out like it was poison. It seems like they're not on the best terms, then.

Shouta remembers the USJ attack; ignoring the splitting headache.

——(flashback)——

Shouta was caught off guard when he spotted the teeth, the brain hanging out, and the overall disgusting appearance. Shouta barely saved Izuku from the monster, not even realizing that he had used his scarf to grab the kid out of harm's way.

The Demon beside Izuku wasn't so lucky, but the monster barrel led through it, black whisks of smoke following it's body as the Demon's face was in a sudden state of alarm.

——(end of flashback)——

Shouta grit his teeth at the memory. "Why the fuck didn't he help? Izuku almost.."

The Demon looked at Shouta up and down with pensive eyes before he spoke. "You're his new guardian, correct?" He spoke straight to the point, and Aizawa matched his tone without skipping a beat. "Yes. And now the damn council wants custody of him."

"Ah. That's why." The teen intertwined his fingers as he rested his chin on them. He leaned dangerously close to Shouta, eyes boring into his soul as if trying to initiate a challenge.

Shouta didn't recoil though.

"To make it short, Izuku's dad doesn't really like you, you know. I think it's because you're too soft on him. Teach him how to fight. Personally, I think I'd train him until he can't stand. Beat some sense into the kid." The Demon mused, a casual smirk playing on his lips knowing that the last words will set Aizawa off.

And he was right.

Because Shouta was absolutely livid.

"You want to fucking turn that four year old into a damn weapon?" - "The council might if they get ahold of him."

Aizawa's quirk flared, but Nemuri quickly pulled him back by grabbing his belt, making his ass roughly hit the chair.
Hizashi looked furious as well, glaring at the Demon beneath the orange shades.

"Anyway," The teen stood up. Shouta found it disturbing that he had Izuku's face. (He could care less with rage pumping in his guts.)

"Check your emails, Shouta. That bear-rat thing has a message for you."

And just like that, the Demon vanished.
Gone, just like the wind. It's as if he wasn't there in the first place.

Shouta heavily breathed, shaking not from fear; but from the sudden adrenaline rush that fueled his anger. How dare he.

Hizashi and Nemuri looked at each other secretly, eyes meeting before they nodded in a silent agreement to try and calm Shouta down. It was rare seeing Aizawa like this. The last time he had been this enraged was when they were in high school, a brainless shit from Gen Ed taunted him.
The stupid fuck had a quirk called provoke which could let the user know what sets you off the most.

He yelled about the abandonment issues Shouta has, along with his family leaving him.

Asswipe (something Hizashi called him) learned his lesson though after his head being bashed in; red dribbling on the clean tiles as blood stained the corner of the locker Shouta used to almost send him straight into hell. He deserves it; the idiot already had a foot in his own grave when he decided to speak to Shouta.

Without a word, Aizawa slumped back down, his arms uselessly resting on his chest. He took a quick glance at Izuku, seeing his still passed out form curled up in the sofa with a yellow All Might themed blanket on him. He was starting to worry about the span of his rest, seeing it's been over five hours he has been knocked out cold. Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk?

He paused, gaining his bearings as he gave a strained sigh. The Demon fuck was right. Nedzu has probably updated Midoriya's status/relationship with the council.

"Pull our my phone and Check my emails." His orders were short and clipped, Nemuri instantly following as she took his phone out of the pocket, opening it as she clicked the email open. Lo and behold, Nedzu has emailed Shouta.

"Open it." "Okay." Nemuri read the email out loud, Hizashi and Shouta intently listening.

"To; Aizawa Shouta. The subject is.. The court hearing for Midoriya Izuku next week. The council has decided to try and take custody of the child.

"To make it straight to the point, they will want to exterminate him.

"I won't beat around the bush on this as well. There's another possibility that they will use him in various ways along with experimenting. The most likely one, however; is being turned into a human weapon."

Nemuri softly gasped at the thought of a child being turned into a brainless tool of war. The usage of people with over powered quirks in was weren't unheard of; in fact, it was quite a popular thing. Shouta impatiently grunted for her to continue.

"U-Um.. Due to the nature of his quirk and how powerful it really is, he will be used as an offensive weapon. We, along with the USJ staff don't want that. But, although we want him to be proven docile, it's impossible with little evidence. We don't even know if he has complete control of his quirk; and due to the fact he is a seven year old, that's less likely."

"But there is always a possibility of escape in every tight situation. I proposed an offer that only you could carry out. A compromise I made to... Make the council relax."

Nemuri's eyes sparked, the light of his phone reflecting her dark orbs. Aizawa almost trembled in relief at small sight of hope flashing through them. That's a good sign.

Nemuri continued. "Although children with unqualified age joining U.A. is very unheard of, will you be willing to take him as your student, alongside Hero course class 1-A and train him to be a hero?"