—14 years ago
For years after the death of his closest companion, Nana Shimura, Gran Torino would write letters to her.

They would vary, some were about his day or about a pattern in the stars that reminded him of her.

That or he would update her on the frozen snacks the market had finally restocked. He always bought all of their taikyaki.

Or, he would write about her son. And all his children.

The useless feeling he experienced that night was crippling to him. He had been so close to their house while the destruction was ensuing.

Dearest Nana,
I start each letter with that because I know you would have hated it. We always did love to tease each other, so it seems only fitting to continue it on.

I'm sorry, I started this letter on too light of a note. I have some horrible news to share.

I was on the way to your son's house, I wanted to check up on Kotaro again like you asked me too.

I had been worried about him, Nana, the boy changed after you left him. The screams I heard from the house was saddening, and that feeling only grew when I saw your grandson sit all alone outside.

Itching, crying, and itching some more.

I checked on them less and less after the first day I saw Kotaro throw out little Tenko. I knew there was nothing I could do for them, it wouldn't be right for me to intervene after all the hatred for heroes your abandonment caused him.

Not that I would call myself a hero, especially not after this night.

I had gotten caught up at the market on my way over. Thinking back, I probably allowed myself to get swayed by the treats the store was showcasing.

I didn't want to go, didn't want to see whatever horrors were ensuing.

It had been closer to a year since the last time I had come around.

The only reason I was now, was because I wanted to check in on your littlest granddaughter.

Kotaro was good to his girls, I knew that from how healthily his Hana had grown. I never figured out why Tenko was so different.

When I finally got to the house, it was in shambles.

I arrived almost simultaneously with the police, there were neighbors going frantic.

They hadn't seen any villain, none enter nor leave.

I was inside the remains of the house quicker than I had ever moved before.

There was blood everywhere, though I won't go into detail about the gruesome remains.

I don't know what I was looking for. I knew I should have left the inspection of the shambles of the house to the police—but something or someone was pulling me inside.

I just knew that there was something in there for me to find.

And I was right.

In a darker corner of the house with the most wall remaining, I saw the flash of a shadow dart away. Before I could even consider chasing after it, the cries of a child stopped me.

There, with most of her room in shambles, a little girl stood with her tiny hands gripping the railing of her crib.

Wailing, reaching out in the direction of the trees that she shouldn't have been able to see from her room.

I wondered immediately who she had seen, what she was reaching for.

It took me longer than I'm proud to admit to go to her.

I didn't know how to feel, being so close to the last living piece of you, Nana.

When she looked at me, my heart melted. Her eyes—they were just like yours. Sharper than the average person's, looking almost strange on such a small individual.

I saw so much of you in her, Nana, that I couldn't help but go to her. I picked her up immediately and held her close until she stopped her crying.

It's amazing how quickly a child falls asleep, even when terror had ensued around them.

I brought her outside, smiling at the feeling of her little pigtails tickling my chin.

I handed her to another pro and forced myself to walk away from her.

I needed time to think.

My first thought once I stepped out of the rubble was Toshinori.

He didn't know you had any living relatives, and I knew if he saw her that he would immediately know that she belonged to you.

I didn't know what that meant for him.

When I saw Shota Aizawa show up that night, I knew the only thing I could do was to let her go with him.

Y/n Shimura was the one who lived. It's been weeks now and the fact that she is still alive is a mystery to the police.

They never found the villain who destroyed your family, they never found the remains of Tenko either.

I am fearful that this villain has a connection to All For One. That is the only reason I could think of to explain why the tracks of the villain were covered so well.

Because of the possible connection, Aizawa and I have decided to keep the memory of you and her family a secret from Y/n.

You know better than I do what he would do to her.

So, yes, your granddaughter is known as Y/n Aizawa now. We kept her given name to honor your son.

I just hope, these secrets will keep her safe.

—Gran Torino

**
"Have you finished going through the list?"

You glanced up from the packet in your hands and saw your father standing, slouched above you.

"Your favoritism is showing again."

He smacked you on the back of the head.

You whined and hunched over, sulking as you let your list drop to the floor.

Your dad had walked off, no longer caring where you decided to go for the internship for the moment.

All of a sudden your packet was on your desk again, causing your head to shoot up. "How's it going?" Midoriya asked with a bright smile.

"Stalker." You grumbled.

"How?" He exclaimed, horrified at the accusation.

"I don't know where to go." You sighed as you leaned back in your seat. "Maybe somewhere in the Yamanashi Prefecture or Hosu City." You shrugged as you flipped through the list who sectioned the heroes off by the city they worked out of.

"Don't go to Hosu."

Your head shot up. "Who the hell do you think you are? Telling me where—" The seriousness shining through his green gaze halted your aggressive response.

"Why?" You whispered.

He didn't say anything.

"Midoriya."

The bell rang.

"I should get going-"

"Midoriya!" You stood and you glared at him. "Why won't you tell me?"

Your mind reeled as you tried to flip through reasons why he would keep something from you. The only other time he had was when he and Ochaco had a private conversation at the festival—"Is this about Iida's brother?"

His eyes widened.

"So it is. You want to tell me what happened before you seriously piss me off?" You crossed your arms and allowed your anger to consume you again.

Midoriya sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Have you heard of the Hero Killer? He's in Hosu right now."

You tilted your head to the side as you considered the name. You swore it sounded familiar, maybe you heard your father speak the name passing by. You didn't watch the news much, so you didn't know Hosu was where the villain was located.

"I thought he was alive?" You croaked out, mentally running back all the conversations you had unintentionally eavesdropped on.

"Yes, he's alive. Just in really bad shape and can't do any hero work anymore." Midoriya sighed.

You shook your head. "Why didn't you guys tell me all this before?"

He sighed again and that response was beginning to be upsetting. "Iida had told us only a little while before and I didn't want to betray his trust or ruin your mood." He frowned. "You seemed so happy." He whispered.

You blinked hard before rolling your eyes. "What was I gonna do? Tell the whole class?"

"Aizawa-San, we didn't think that."

"No I get it." You smiled weakly. "I should go catch up with Bakugou, give him his blazer back and all."

Midoriya looked like he wanted to retaliate. He had stepped forward and his mouth parted ever so slightly, but ended up stepping back once more and nodding curtly. "Yeah. See you later."

You nodded, grabbing your bag and soaked jacket before leaving the class as quickly as you could.

**
About a week passed and you were still really ticked off with Midoriya and Ochaco.

You really did understand why they kept it a secret from you. It was simply none of your business—but you had to admit that it rubbed you the wrong way that they thought they had to keep a secret from you.

Throughout the week before the internships the three of you chatted minimally, giving them each the cold shoulder most of the time.

You sat on your train, on the way to the Yamanashi prefecture. The hero you had chosen wasn't very well known since she was a specialized stealth and rescue hero.

You weren't sure what else there was for someone to teach you—growing up with two pro heroes really rounded out your training.

As you arrived, you opened up your map app. Glancing at the time at the top of your screen you smiled to yourself. "I'm sure Gramps wouldn't mind a quick visit."

You had a whole day to spare before you had to go to the agency. The hero you were interning with had reached out to let you know ahead of time that she would be caught up in her mission in Hosu until late that night.

Now you were really glad you picked an agency near your Gramps.

You were always excited to harass the old manZ

With a growing smile twisting across your lips, you headed off to a long-over due visit with your grandpa.

**
And by too long, you really meant too long.

You may have gotten a little bit lost and arrived a couple hours after twelve (after getting off the train at 9 am).

You smiled mischievously as you reached his door, jiggling on the door knob and laughing as it opened immediately.

"Gramps!" You called, stepping inside.

You heard a rustling and your grandfather popped out of no where. "What are you doing here, girl?" He snapped.

With a dumbfounded look, "Uh, visiting you."

"I'm not taking visitors right now!" He began to cough. "See, very sick, must not proceed to enter."

You rolled your eyes. "Sure you are." With a quick glance past him you saw the monstrosity of a mess spread across his house. "What the hell happened old man?"

Pushing past him, you immediately began to clean up. "I seriously don't know what to do with you, Gramps." You groaned. "This is why I told dad that we need to move you up to the city with us. You can't behave on your own."

"I can handle myself just fine dammit!" He retorted with a harsh stomp of his bright yellow boot.

Stopping, you stared at the man with a blank expression. "Still eating those fish pastries every day?"

His brows furrowed. "I can eat whatever the hell I want! Pastries are the most delicious treats. I'm old child, no need to fuss about my food intake." He scoffed.

"That's all the more reason too." You threw a stray pillow at him. "Help me out, would ya?"

He grumbled like a child as he got to work, helping you pick up his destruction of a house.

"Why are you in that getup anyways?" You asked as the two of you flipped his couch upright.

"What do you mean? I wear this all the time." He grumbled.

Your brows furrowed. "Your old hero costume? No way you haven't worn that in years. You're in the house, no need to have it on in here." You chuckled.

He was quiet as the two of you finished picking up the mess. You couldn't help but glance at him and notice the contorted look spread across his face.

It was frustrating because you could tell that he was deciding if it was the best idea to tell you whatever secret he was keeping from you now.

Always the secrets, with fucking everyone.

You sat down on his couch and pulled out your phone.

You had a few messages from your dad that you had left unanswered. You called him when you got off the train of course, and then again once you realized you couldn't remember where your Gramps lived.

You didn't text him like you thought you did when you arrived at the house, he wasn't happy about that and resorted to spamming your phone with messages.

You chuckled to yourself as you typed back a quick response, shoving your phone in your back pocket once you realized Gramps had sat down beside you.

"Look, girl." He started and you stared at him with your head slightly tilted to the side. "I took on a intern."

Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You exclaimed.

"The boy needed some extra help controlling his quirk and I happen to have some experience in training people with power type quirks."

You looked down at your hands and nodded slowly. You knew that was true. Your Gramps had known everything about your quirk. Most of your initial training happened with him.

If it weren't for him and his harsh training, you would've never been able to handle the power part of your quirk.

You nodded. "Okay. Are they here now?" You asked.

He shook his head. "No. I sent him to buy me some more pastries. That stupid little brat." He grumbled, and almost as if on cue—Izuku Midoriya stepped through the door.