"serendipity: n. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way."

Nighteye lives, and in the leftover state from the Shie Hassaikai Raid, he accidentally uses his quirk on Midoriya Izuku.

Mirai may not have meant for it to happen, but it did.

His hand touched Midoriya’s wrist for a short moment when he reached out to talk to the boy, to apologize for being such a child to the poor boy- for letting his anger and frustrations with Toshinori get in the way of the boy’s internship-, when the vision pulled him away.

(Sure, he could still feel Midoriya’s wrist under his hand, but he made no move to remove himself from the grounding that the boy’s contact allowed him to have while trapped in his quirk’s effects.)

It was a dark room, barely any lighting, but Mirai could quite clearly see Midoriya waiting in the room. A bag that wasn’t the bright yellow one that the young Ninth One for All user had brought to his internship, but a dark green that was budging with its contents.

Mirai only had a few more minutes so he quickly watched as Midoriya’s face twitched in an unfamiliar smirk that was more villainous than anything he’d seen from the boy so far.

A body moved into the little light of the room and Mirai almost choked when he saw the man that All for One had chosen as his successor, Shigaraki Tomura. 

The pale-skinned man didn’t seem to be too hostile to Midoriya as he held out a gloved hand, and Midoriya willing slung his bag from over his shoulders, bringing out a notebook that Mirai wasn’t concerned about at first, but then he watched as Shigaraki opened the notebook.

The man made a grin that sent shivers down Mirari’s spine, and when he glanced at the notebook’s contents he could understand why. There were only two pages visible to Mirari, but even then, he could see the complexity of the analysis breakdown on Eraserhead’s quirk.

Mirari turned to get a glance at Midoriya, but the vision faded and he was left looking at Midoriya's closed eyes. 

“Sir?” Midoriya’s voice was hesitant, and Mirari snatched his hand back from the boy’s skin, “I’m-”

“My apologies, Midoriya,” Mirari said as the boy opened his eyes again, obviously knowing that the conditions for him to access his quirk weren’t in effect, “I must be more drained than I had expected after the raid.”

Midoriya nodded, an understanding smile on his face, “Of course, Sir! I can’t begin to imagine how-”

Mirari hid the visible flinch at the smile, only seeing that dark grin from the vision, and turned his back on Midoriya to go back to his room.

He didn’t see the crestfallen look that appeared on the boy’s face, nor did he see the contemplative look in the boy’s green eyes. All Mirari knew was that he had to alert Aizawa of the vision he’d had of Yuuei’s traitor. 

-*-

Aizawa Shouta was stressed out.

Not only had he been on a raid only a couple of days ago, but he’d taken in the young girl - who had a quirk that only he could "control" - that had been one of the reasons that the raid had happened, and now Nighteye - only two days out of the hospital from his near-death - was coming in to have a talk about something "important".

Goddammit, Shouta had not had enough coffee for this.

He also had to keep an eye on Kirishima, Uraraka, Asui, and Midoriya for negative effects of participating in the raid.

Especially from the problem child who had been there just after Togata had lost his quirk, just after Nighteye had been given his life-threatening wound. Fuck, Shouta was going to strangle himself if the kid's guilt complex grew any bigger.

A knock sounded on the door, and Shouta groaned which Sasaki took as an allowance to enter.

Shouta ran his eyes over the intelligence hero, and he had to admit that the foresight quirked man didn’t look all that bad aside from the bandages under his shirt and the dark bags under his eyes that almost challenged Shouta's own set.

"Nighteye," Shouta didn't bother to get up to greet the other hero, staying firmly in his seat.

"Eraserhead," Nighteye greeted, sitting down on the other side of the table, placing a folder on the table in front of him.

Shouta raised a curious eyebrow but didn't comment on the folder, "So what is it that's so important?"

Nighteye hesitated for a moment, "A couple of days ago, I accidentally used my quirk on Midoriya."

Shouta stood up, quirk flaring to effect as he glared at the other hero, "What-!"

"He’s the traitor," Nighteye said calmly before Shouta could go any further, stopping the man and actually surprising the Eraser Hero enough to sit back down.

It didn't make sense, "Midoriya Izuku? The problem child? Is the traitor?"

Nighteye nodded, "In my vision, Midoriya was handing over notebooks with detailed analyses in it, you were actually the first one in it," he shook his head, "I haven't seen analysis skills like the ones in the notebook from anyone else before, except for perhaps Nezu."

Shouta paled at the thought of the notebooks his student carried around consistently, always scribbling away in them without ever showing anyone what was in them.

So that's what he had been doing. Gathering information on everyone at Yuuei to give to the Villains.

"Are you sure about this?" Shouta asked, half in denial until his co-worker nodded his head.

"Certain," Nighteye said firmly.

Shouta groaned, dropping his head into his hands, feeling like an idiot for not realizing sooner, "Fuck."

-*-

Izuku figured out that there was something wrong only three minutes after walking into class three days after the raid.

There was nothing visible, but Izuku had spent years learning to read a room in case he needed to hide for a bit after school to cover up bruises with makeup, and take care of any cuts or healing injuries.

No one else seemed to be able to feel how the air tensed up when Izuku entered the room, so he just left it as it was, moving to his desk after giving Uraraka a cherry 'good-morning!' and he happily brought his notebooks-

Then froze before he could place one on his desk. Izuku felt as if he dared to move his notebook closer to his desk, that something would tear him apart.

What that something was, Izuku wasn't willing to find out as he carefully put his notebook back in his bag and brought out a proper workbook, relaxing as the atmosphere around him eased.

How his classmates hadn't felt that powerful presence, he had no idea.

He was on edge all day, and the only person that seemed to notice was Kacchan who snapped at him several times until Izuku shut up and stopped shuffling in his chair.

Classes passed quickly, Izuku got to see Yagi-san at lunch, but even then, his mentor was quite distant during their lunch which the man waved off when Izuku asked if he was alright.

He headed back to the dorms with the rest of his classmates, and around five-thirty Aizawa-sensei came by and asked for him.

Izuku followed his teacher back to the school, hesitant and nervous as he could feel the tense, waiting, atmosphere laying over them like a heavy blanket.

He was led to one of the rooms that he and Yagi-san used when talking about One for All, and the Izuku found himself picking at his scars on hands before forcing himself to stop before he damaged them further.

"Sensei?" Izuku was confused when his teacher sat down at the table and motioned for Izuku to sit across from him.

He did as- basically - ordered, hoping that his teacher would clear up what the hell was going on.

"Put your hands on the table, Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said coolly, no traces of the former warmth that he'd use while saying 'problem child'.

Izuku placed his hands on the table, then instantly referred it when metal cuffs appeared seemingly out of nowhere and attached themselves to his wrists, binding him to the table and stopping him from leaving. He jumped to his feet, but couldn't go far with his hands kept to the table.

"What’s happening, Aizawa-sensei?!" Izuku said almost frantically, fighting the flashbacks that threatened to take over his vision as he panicked, yanking his arms back with no avail.

"Sit down."

Izuku did as told, trembling as he tried to reach out for One for All but just felt a great big empty mass of nothingness.

Quirk suppressants. Powerful ones.

That meant….

No way. Izuku didn't want to believe it. Yagi-san would never have let anyone use quirk suppressants on him.

(would he?)

"Sir-"

Aizawa-sensei spoke before Izuku could get another word in, "How long have you been writing in your notebooks, Midoriya?"

The green-haired boy tilted his head slightly, puzzled before answering slowly, "As long as I can remember."

"Are you aware of the dangers that your notebooks could have in the wrong hands?"

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, shifting in his seat as he licked his lips, jolts of anxiety making his hands shake while they were being held down, “Dangers?” he echoed, shaking his head as he sank down in his seat. This? This he could do, “They’re just notes to help me, I don’t think they’re anything dangerous, sensei.”

He didn’t have to be looking to know that Aizawa-sensei was glaring at him, “What if I told you that they were, Midoriya,” his teacher leaned forwards to rest his arms on the table, “Dangerous enough to kill people, good people that I’ve worked with. Good people, who have lives and families to go back to? What would you say then?”

Izuku swallowed, his notebooks could kill someone? Then why… why did everyone else tell him that he was stupid for having them?

“I, I didn’t know that,” Izuku said quietly.

The room was quiet except for a light buzzing noise that Izuku recognized as movement from a camera, and that pissed him off.

They were recording this? Why?

What was so wrong about his notebooks that his teacher felt that he needed to use this meeting as evidence? Why was this meeting being used as evidence? Izuku hadn't done anything wrong!

"Why am I here, sensei?" Izuku tried his best to keep the pleading note out of his voice but failed. He’d thought that Yuuei would be different. He’d thought having a quirk would make things different.

Aizawa-sensei raised an eyebrow before reaching under the table to bring out one of his notebooks, and Izuku froze.

When did his teacher steal the notebook? At least when Kacchan took his notebook it was right in front of him. At least his bully had the decency to mock him to his face.

If his hands weren’t bound to the table, Izuku would have tried to grab the notebook that Aizawa-sensei placed on the table. His teacher opened it to the first page, and he winced when he realised what number the notebook was.

Number 17, the one where he’d put his second - well, the second one he’d done while at Yuuei - analysis of Eraserhead on the first pages. 

Izuku could feel the blood run to his cheeks as he tried to swallow down his embarrassment. His teacher looked over his - pathetic, stupid, useless - work with a scowl on his face, “Who were you planning on giving this to?” 

“Giving to…?” Izuku frowned, “Who would want them? They’re just fanboy notes.”

Eraserhead raised an eyebrow at him and Izuku meekly thought back to how the Underground Pro-Hero had told him that his notes were dangerous enough to possibly kill someone.

“Oh,” Izuku murmured, ducking his head, “I guess if I gave them to anyone it would be to my friends? Just to help them out, if they want the help?”

Eraserhead narrowed his eyes at Izuku who squirmed in the chair. The man sighed, closing over the notebook, “One final question,” he said, looking directly at Izuku, “Have you ever had contact with Shigaraki or the rest of the League outside of known incidents?”

Izuku shook his head instantly, “None, I promise, sensei.”

He still had nightmares where Shigaraki didn’t let go when Uraraka found them, where instead of letting go, the villain would place the last finger down and leave Izuku dying as a last “gift” in the mall.

Aizawa-sensei nodded, and within a moment, the cuffs around Izuku’s wrists were gone. He pulled his hands to his chest immediately, avoiding looking at his teacher as the man pushed the notebook across the table. 

“My apologies for taking that from your room-” Wait, his teacher had stolen it?! Izuku had just thought that he’d left it behind in class! “-but I needed to get you to understand the gravity of the situation.”

Izuku nodded, slowly reaching to grab his notebook before clenching it to his chest in the same way he’d done with his hands before rushing from the room in a hurry.

He passed several teachers, who must have been watching the “meeting”, and he felt their eyes on him as he tore past them.

Izuku didn’t even bother going back to the dorms, instead heading towards the empty support classrooms where the only person who would be here this late had been banned, so they would be empty enough for Izuku to feel free enough to cry in.

Thankfully - or not, depending on how you saw it - Izuku had been through many different versions of that sort of “meeting” before. Sure, the other “meetings” had been about cheating on tests in Middle school, but it was the same sort of idea.

What had made Aizawa-sensei think that Izuku would betray the school? 

Some measly notes about his teacher and classmates? Wow, congratu-fucking-lations, you've done it this time.

What would happen if Izuku was still Quirkless? Would they have kicked him out immediately? Or would they have done the same thing as they did today?

Izuku didn't think he wanted to know.

-*-

Shouta kept an eye on Midoriya after their meeting.

The boy seemed to withdraw into himself and spent less and less time with his friends. Midoriya even went as far to not use his quirk for several exercises, which, for some reason, seemed to pass off Bakugou.

He didn't essentially want to pair up the two boys for their afternoon Heroics training, but it ended up being enviable after a few days where Bakugou destroyed anyone else he was paired up against to fight, and Midoriya kept surprising his classmates when he managed to win without using his quirk that much.

(Shouta had to hide his smile in his scarf when he saw Todoroki's stunned look when Midoriya managed to slip under the dual-coloured haired boy's attack, and flip the son of the current number one Limelight Pro-Hero onto his back.)

So it wasn't exactly a surprise when Shouta did have to pair the two boys up, and Bakugou seemingly tried to kill Midoriya who eventually had to use his quirk to avoid the attacks.

Eventually, Midoriya managed to get the upper hand, and almost managed to take down Bakugou before the explosive boy somehow managed to get the green-haired boy on the ground. 

“Alright, Bakugou won that one,” Shouta announced, turning to look at the next pair before a shout from Midoriya made him turn back to face the pair.

Midoriya hissed something at Bakugou that Shouta didn’t quite catch before the green-haired boy stormed off back to the changing rooms.

Shouta raised an eyebrow at Bakugou who just scowled before joining the rest of the class.

Shouta wondered what that was all about.

-*-

There was something up with Deku, and Katsuki didn't have a clue as to why.

Not using the shitty quirk that Deku was given, that had been something Katsuki had figured that the shitty nerd had been doing to fight better. The first day.

But when fucking Deku carried on not using his quirk, Katsuki could feel his anger growing. Did the nerd think he was stronger than Katsuki? Did shitty Deku think himself above using that "borrowed" quirk?!

Katsuki didn't give a fuck how his stupid classmates - the self-proclaimed "Bakusquad" that he had no choice in naming - worried about how Deku was ignoring his "Dekusquad" friends.

The shitty nerd could go kill himself for all Katsuki cared, but at least the fucking nerd could do that while using the quirk that he’d managed to get from All Might.

So Katsuki was angry enough to pummel all the other extras in their combat training, just to get caterpillar-man to put him up against Deku.

Then fighting Deku was GREAT. Katsuki got to put his fists in the nerd just like old times, and even if Deku thought that he could get a win over Katsuki. There was no way in fucking hell that deku could ever beat him, flipping the stupid nerd back on the ground where Katsuki had been only moments before, using his power to hold the fucking shithead nerd where he belonged.

“Alright, Bakugou won that one.”

Katsuki bared his teeth in a grin at Deku, “You need that fucking quirk, useless Deku."

Deku’s eyes widened for a moment then he ducked his head as Katsuki got off from his holding position, and the stupid nerd got to his feet.

Katsuki was about head back to the extras when he felt Deku shove past him, his red eyes wide in startled surprise as the fucking shithead’s face twisted into a look that Katsuki had only ever seen once before from the nerd, “Don’t forget, Bakugou,” Deku had the nerve to hiss at him, “I have ten years of abuse on this body.”

Katsuki blinked and the fucking nerd had the fucking nerve to just run off towards the changing rooms.

What the fuck was that about!?

-*-

Uraraka Ochako hadn’t noticed how her friend had started drifting away from them until she tried to ask about his lack of use of his quirk, and all he did was shrug her off.

Ochako then realised how her friend didn’t write in his notebooks anymore - thank goodness for that. She’d read the section on herself, and had to stop herself from puking up in horror at the suggestions he made towards defeating her - and tried to remember the last time she’d seen one of his notebooks outside of his room, then had to try and remember the last time she’d been in his room.

She’d drawn a blank, but then she’d remembered the meeting her friend and Aizawa-sensei had a few days ago. That had to have been the last time she’d actually spoken to Deku. 

She’d tried to talk to Iida or even Todoroki about it, but her rule-following friend just told her that Deku had told him that he was trying to focus on his studies more, and Todoroki just blinked at her before asking if what Deku was doing was wrong.

Ochako gave up with the two boys, and tried to find some understanding - or, at least someone who would actually talk to her about things never mind the huge crush she had on her - in Tsuyu.

If Deku wanted to talk to her, then he would. 

And it wasn’t as if this was the first time that he’d done this, but usually, it was only for a day at the most.

-*-

Okuta Kagero, better known as the information broker Giran, hadn’t been expecting one of his older clients to come into contact with him again. 

No one had been expecting the client to come back into this world after he aimed for the brighter one. 

Kino had always been a quiet client, usually selling to Giran rather than buying, but the kid was good with what he did.

Even if Giran had to actually follow through on his promise to the kid to not sell the information to people who wanted to kill the heroes, as long as Giran didn’t do that, Kino would keep selling to him.

But when it came for the kid to be getting ready for High School, Kino had to leave the underground world in case other people caught onto him, and subsequently, the rest of them.

So, only half-way through the kid’s year at Yuuei, with a quirk that he most definitely didn’t have before entering the school - Giran had checked that the Quirkless kid was telling the truth via a favour from someone with the appropriate quirk - Giran was surprised that the contact number that Kino had given him years ago dinged with a text.

Just an inquiry for a meeting, and Giran - full of confusion, yet happy surprise - accepted, giving the kid a time and coded place to meet.

Which was how Giran spent his Sunday morning, waiting for the green-haired teenager in a park in Musutafu.

Sitting on a park bench as he sat far enough away from the playground to be allowed to smoke.

And at exactly ten-thirty am, a slightly taller than the last time Giran had seen him, Kino sat down next to him in an oversized dark green hoodie. The kid wore loose-fitting, dark coloured pants and running shoes in case someone caught sight of who both of them were and what it meant for a student of Yuuei to be conversing with an information broker. 

The two of them just sat there for a bit, enjoying the light sun that trailed through the clouds, making sure that no one was spying on them, trying to figure out what a teenager and a smoking man were doing on a park bench in a corner of the park.

“Sorry for messaging out of the blue,” Kino said quietly. 

Giran raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head towards the teenager, taking his cigarette out of his mouth for a moment to talk, “It was a bit surprising, but I figure that you have a good reason for it.”

Kino didn’t answer for a while, mulling over what to say, and Giran just let his client think for the words he needed.

The kid sighed, and his body sagged for a moment, almost making Giran drop his cigarette in shock at the pure exhaustion radiating off the teenager. 

In all the years Giran had known Kino, the kid had never seemed this tired. Meet up at random times of the night? Bouncy little bunny. The kid stays up three days in a row for a request from a “gang” - just a bunch of people who needed the money for various things in their civilian lives - for a bank heist? Tired, but more than happy for any adult that Giran had met who had taken longer for less detailed plans.

“Nighteye used his quirk on me without permission,” Kino said, his voice oddly sombre, “ Apparently -” Giran’s eyes widened at the anger in Kino’s voice at the word, “-the fact that a man can see the most possible current future, means that it will definitely happen. So, of course, this means that I’m the traitor just because I spent my childhood learning how to survive through analysis in a world full of dangerous superpowers.”

“Fuck, kid,” Giran was an information broker. He dealt with sobbing/crying clients who had failed to meet the terms of their agreement with glee as he tore their lives apart. He had no experience with angry, spiteful teenagers, “That’s shit news. What are you going to do about it?”

The kid finally turned to look at Giran, and this time the man really did drop his cigarette.

“I’m going to make them regret it,” Midoriya Izuku smiled the grin of a criminal, eyes dark as anger filled them, not enough to cloud his mind, but enough to power him through.

Giran smirked.

I figured I'd post this here before anyone else does it. So if anyone sees this fic on any site other than Wattpad or Archive of Our Own, then it has been stolen.

If you see any of my Transformers fics, or my Tales of Arcadia fics anywhere that is not Wattpad, they have been stolen.

Originally posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29170710

That is my account, my computer wasn't agreeing with the website at the time I signed up to Ao3, so that's what my username ended up being.

Hope you enjoyed!

(I had forgotten how much the draft Wattpad formatting annoyed me. Is it just me, or does the draft part of Wattpad's setup sometimes do stuff like adding a "enter" key for bugger spacing and stuff?.)