TW for suicide, but it's just the explanation of how Izuku got his resurrection quirk. 

Izuku didn't stick around the compound for Emiko to wake up, carrying her lifeless body through the halls in a flash and taking off through the streets of Musutafu. He didn't have the luxury of waiting now that his quirks were back. His flames were absolutely losing their mind at the state of her and it was taking every ounce of his strength to hold them back. His body temperature was getting dangerously high, along with the risk of burning Emiko and liquifying his internal organs. Fantastic.  

He knew they wouldn't calm down on their own, so he did the only thing he could think of. Slinging Emiko over one shoulder so he could pull his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Shinsou's number. The pro hero picked up on the second ring. 

"Why're you calling me? You never call me," Shinsou said as soon as the call started, not letting Izuku get a word in. 

"Apartment, now," Izuku said through gritted teeth, his vision getting fuzzy from the fever that had set in. "Bring Aizawa and Hanta." 

"What's going on, Midoriya? You threatened to dismember me if I told someone where you live." 

"Shut the fuck and do what I told you to," Izuku hissed before ending the call. He didn't have time to convince Shinsou, he just needed the hero to listen to him for once. 

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Izuku couldn't just walk through the front door of his apartment complex with a dead and bleeding girl over his shoulder, what would the neighbors think? Instead, he vaulted himself onto his balcony, falling through the French-style doors and nearly collapsing to the floor. He would have if someone hadn't caught him. 

"What the fuck happened?" Hanta's voice cut through Izuku's brain fog as he gently removed his sister from the villain's arms. "Oh my god, Emiko. W-what happened? Fuck, she's not breathing!" 

"Quirk, Aizawa," Izuku shouted, holding onto the wall as his knees buckled. The heat was getting to be too much, he couldn't hold it back much longer. With how intense it was already burning, if he slipped up the whole apartment building would be ashes in seconds. 

The second Aizawa's quirk activated, Izuku threw his head back against the wall with a relieved sigh. The heat was slowly subsiding as he slid down the wall until he hit the floor. It didn't take long for a stack of frozen objects to be thrust at him. 

"Ice packs, we need to get your temp down," Toga said softly, kneeling in front of him but being very careful not to touch his skin. She motioned for him to lift his head, placing an ice pack on the back of his neck. It did its job almost instantly while she continued to place them against his body. "What happened, Izu? I've never seen it this bad," she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at where Hanta was cradling Emiko against him. 

"She's... dead," Hanta said with a vacant voice, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the air in front of him. 

Izuku held the ice pack on top of his head in place as he readjusted how he was sitting. The ice packs were already melting, almost useless, but thankfully had served their purpose. He'd live and wouldn't massacre a dozen people in the surrounding apartments. 

"Do you listen to a word I fucking say? Ever?" he snapped, officially fed up with the day. Not only had he done back-to-back errands for Dumb and Dumber, but he'd had his quirk taken, had to sit back while one of the few people he cared about was tortured in front of him, had to play nice with Dumb and Dumber, and then had to fucking kill Emiko. Sue him if he wasn't in the best mood. "I told you I wouldn't let your sisters die and I fucking meant it." 

"She's not breathing, Izuku," Hanta whispered, not appearing to really hear him at all. 

"Give it a second," Izuku said with an eye roll. He gasped before clenching his jaw tightly when the heat suddenly came back in full force. "Warn me before you fucking blink, you goddamn bastard!" 

The heat disappeared once again. 

"Why can't you control your quirk?" Aizawa asked, his eyes glowing while he looked down at the villain. Izuku had never once asked the hero to use his quirk on him, he was actually very adamant that he never do it.  

Izuku didn't get time to answer the question before Emiko sat up with a gasp, her eyes wide as she frantically looked around the room. When she saw Izuku sitting a few feet away, she started to thrash in her brother's arms, choked sobs leaving her lips. 

"Emiko!" Hanta cried, holding onto her tighter. "Emiko, it's okay. You're okay, you're safe. It's me, it's Hanta. You're safe, Emi." 

"That's my bad," Izuku mumbled, redirecting his gaze away from the siblings. He settled for staring blankly at Toga's arm. 

"H-he was gonna let them kill me," Emiko cried in a shaking voice, not taking her eyes off Izuku as she clung to her brother like a safety blanket. "He threw me at their feet and watched, Hanta." 

Hanta couldn't help the uneasy feeling that took over his gut as he looked over at the green-haired villain. "Watched what, Emiko?"  

She shook her head before burying it into his shoulder, her hands balled into first against his chest. "The Shigaraki guy... he used his quirk on me." 

"What the fuck were you thinking?" 

Izuku had expected the question, but what surprised him was that it hadn't come from Hanta. Toga had been the one to ask. 

"He told them to keep me and do whatever they want, that he didn't care about me or Hina," Emiko said through sniffles, lifting her head from where it rested against Hanta. 

Izuku swiftly removed the melted ice packs from him and brought his knees to his chest, folding his arms over them and letting his chin rest there. "Tell them what they made you do," he instructed. 

"Izuku," Toga hissed, smacking the back of his head. 

"Fine," he spat, sitting up a little straighter. "They made her inject me with a quirk eraser. I was completely and utterly powerless while proving that their failsafe would work on me. If I sat around and did nothing, we'd both be dead. The shit I said and did tonight were to make sure we made it out alive. I couldn't protect her like that, so I had to come up with something else." 

"And your great backup plan was to let them torture my little sister?" Hanta asked with shock and disgust lacing his words. 

Izuku realized then what mistake he'd made. He never should have led Hanta up to that roof, never should have let him waltz back into his life. If Izuku was being really honest with himself, he never should have agreed to train the hero all those years ago. 

Hanta would never be able to look at him the same way again and that thought might just break him. His father had been right, Hanta was his weakness, one of the only things that could hurt him. 

Fuck, it hurt. 

Whatever bullshit the hero had spouted about not caring about his crimes was officially null and void. Whatever second shot they thought they'd gotten was over. 

Izuku, logically, had known this would happen eventually. He'd told Hanta as much on multiple occasions, but the hero had been so persistent. Izuku had actually let himself think, for just a second, that maybe they had a chance. He'd wanted to believe it so badly, but all it was good for was making reality hurt that much worse. 

"How's her arm?" Izuku asked in a mumble. He didn't have the energy for much else. 

"Her arm? That's what you're asking about right now?" 

Izuku released a sigh, glancing over at the siblings himself. Emiko's arm looked as if nothing had ever happened to it, which meant the healing from Resurrection had finished and she was good as new. He held out one hand and watched as the fuzzy, white light appeared from her chest and floated back to him. 

"Felt naked without this one," he grumbled as he felt it settle back into his own chest. 

He'd stolen the quirk years ago, right before fighting his father. While he was running around one night, he came across a man on a rooftop who looked utterly defeated. Izuku wasn't exactly talkative, but there was something uncanny about this man. He looked like the average person, but there was just something... off. 

Turns out that the man had a quirk called Resurrection. He'd lived his whole life believing he was quirkless, just to discover that he couldn't die during a car crash. The crash had claimed the lives of his wife and children, but he had miraculously survived. He'd tried to kill himself five times before Izuku found him. 

Izuku had plucked the quirk from his ribcage with ease, wishing him luck before taking off into the night once again. News reports of a man jumping to his death were published the next day. 

"You gave her the resurrection quirk," Hanta said as Izuku watched the gears turn in his head. "They did so much damage to her that you thought she was going to die." 

"She did die," Izuku said simply. There was no point beating around the bush now, Hanta had just been holding her lifeless body. "I had to snap her neck to trigger the healing." 

"You did fucking what?" 

Hanta was on his feet in seconds, Emiko seated on the floor behind him with wide eyes. Before he could make it to Izuku, Toga was in his path. She pushed against his chest to try and keep him from reaching her friend. 

"Calm down," she said in a rush. "You have to let me explain, okay? You know his brain is wired differently than yours, he doesn't see pain and death the same way we do." 

Hanta wasn't in the mood to listen, pushing the blond to the side with more force than necessary. "He snapped my fifteen-year-old sister's neck, Toga. You can't fucking justify that." 

"He's a high-functioning sociopath with access to immortality!" Toga yelled back at him, grabbing the hero's wrist before he could go after Izuku again. "He broke his arm last month and instead of waiting for it to heal naturally, he stabbed himself through the heart. He killed himself to heal a minor inconvenience. He doesn't see it as death, he sees it as a fucking nap to trigger his quirk's healing effects. In his mind, he didn't kill her. He saved her from the pain of whatever the hell Shigaraki did to her." 

"That doesn't make it okay-" 

"Of course, it doesn't make it fucking okay!" Toga exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air before stepping between the hero and villain once again. "But he was raised by the world's most dangerous supervillain. You know firsthand the kind of pain and abuse he went through as a child. Do you think for one second, he wouldn't try and save another kid from going through that exact same pain?" 

She took a much-needed breath as she realized that Hanta had stopped moving toward Izuku. "You don't know Shigaraki like we do," she said, all the bite in her voice fading away. "He hates Izuku more than anything else in this world and will stop at nothing to destroy him. Letting Shigaraki hurt her saved her life and the rest of your family. He won't want anything to do with them if he can't use them to hurt Izuku." 

"Pull your head out of your ass and stop trying to apply hero morals to a fight between villains." 

"We don't have time for this," Izuku said with a sigh as he climbed to his feet. Aizawa had blinked once again and his quirks were back, but the flames had significantly calmed down now that Emiko was breathing again. "Arrest me for whatever you want later, but Chisaki has another girl that they're using to make their quirk eraser." 

"What?" Oh, Izuku had nearly forgotten that Shinsou was even there. He'd been so quiet the entire time that it had slipped the villain's mind that Shinsou was the one he called in the first place. 

"A little girl named Eri, can't be older than twelve," Izuku explained, holding his head as he realized that the fever hadn't completely disappeared yet. "Chisaki's been using his quirk to... to obliterate her and her put her back together again. Her quirk is the base for their formula." 

Aizawa ran a hand down his face with wide eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ." 

"You met Eri?" Emiko asked suddenly, peeking around her brother's legs to look at Izuku for the first time since coming back. 

"Did you?" Izuku asked back. He didn't have much information on the girl from his brief visit and was hoping that Emiko might know something he didn't. 

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "But Hina did. They kept all of us in one room, but every once in a while, someone would come in and take Hina away. The first time it happened we all thought they were going to kill her, but... but she came back a few hours later. Said that they threw her in a room with a girl named Eri and they just.. hung out." 

"They set up a play date for their prisoners? What the fuck?" Shinsou asked, sounding deeply disturbed by the knowledge. 

"Makes sense," Izuku mumbled. "It's gotta be getting harder to keep Eri complicit as she gets older and gets a better grasp on her quirk. Chisaki is probably grasping at straws trying to keep her happy." 

Izuku turned to Emiko suddenly and tried to ignore the sharp sting he felt when Hanta stepped to the side, blocking him from her. "Did Hina tell you anything about Eri's quirk?" he asked, only allowing himself to meet Hanta's eyes for a second. 

"Why does that matter?" Hanta asked instead of letting his sister answer. 

"Because if I'm going to take the quirk, I'd like to have a basic understanding of it." 

"You are not taking her quirk," Aizawa snapped, his eyes narrowing at the villain. "That quirk is the only reason they're keeping that little girl alive right now. If you take it, they'll have no reason to keep her around." 

"Exactly," Izuku said, getting extremely annoyed that no one would listen to him. Did they all just collectively forget that outsmarting supervillains was his whole thing? "Chisaki wants me to join them willingly, that's why he took me to Eri. He won't question if I take her quirk and her place. I can get her out of there without a fight that'll risk lives." 

Shinsou shook his head at him, his brows knitted together in frustration. "They won't let you just walk out of there with her." 

"Yes, they will," Izuku sighed, just a few seconds away from kicking all of them out of his home. "I'll convince them that me holding the quirk while Chisaki makes me implode will give them a better quirk factor than with Eri. When it inevitably works, because can you imagine what my quirk factor can do, they'll want me to keep it. All I have to do then is spout off some bullshit about needing to keep Eri for quirk research and they'll hand her right over. From there, it's her choice if she wants the quirk back or not." 

"Okay," Aizawa breathed out. "That's actually... not a terrible plan." 

"Wow, it's almost like outsmarting villains is my job or something," Izuku deadpanned back. 

"Just get your hero license already," Shinsou griped for the millionth time. 

Izuku waved him off flippantly, heading toward his kitchen. The room was only separated from the living space by a countertop, so he could continue the conversation while he dug through his freezer. "Like I'd ever let the commission get their hands on me." 

"Izu, you're gonna melt everything," Toga whined as she rushed to his side, hip-checking him out of the way. She hadn't been wrong, everything he'd touched while digging around was started to thaw. 

His blonde friend pulled out a tub of ice cream with a knowing look before setting it on the counter and handing him a spoon. "Don't touch it or it won't help," she chided. 

Izuku's internal body temperature was still too high and frozen foods tended to help cool him down. They wouldn't do much, though, if they were room temperature before making it to his mouth. 

"Okay, Mom," he snarked, digging his spoon into the frozen dessert. His eyes flashed to the other four people still in his house while he shoved the ice cream into his mouth. "You can leave now." 

"Didn't take him for an ice cream guy," Shinsou mumbled to his boss, watching the villain with a quizzical expression. 

"He has to be," Toga said with a shrug as she pushed herself up to sit on the counter. "Downside of having a sentient fire quirk. If it gets too angry, his internal temperature rises to a dangerous level." 

"They want to say hi now that Emiko's breathing again," he grumbled as he angrily shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Normally, he'd just give in and let them go, but he didn't think any of the heroes would appreciate a giant flaming wolf leaping at the traumatized fifteen-year-old. 

Hanta ran a hand through his hair, finally giving up on his posturing and stepping to the side so he wasn't blocking his sister. "Just let them before you boil yourself from the inside." 

"I can't die, Hana," Izuku mused. "We've been over this." 

"Just do it," Toga insisted, pulling at the front of her shirt to fan herself. "I'm starting to sweat just from sitting next to you." 

"Fine," he snapped, releasing his hold on the roaring flames. 

Seconds later, Emiko was tackled to the floor by a three-foot-tall burning wolf. Her high-pitched giggles rang through the room as the beast dragged a harmless tongue over her face. 

"They'll lose their fucking mind when they see Hina again," Izuku mumbled bitterly into the tub of ice cream. He could finally pick it up without melting it, his body temperature already dropping. 

The wolf turned its muzzle toward him, its lips pulled back in a snarl. 

"Don't fucking growl at me, she's the one that injected me with a quirk eraser." 

Another growl. 

"Well, sorry for not realizing the fifteen-year-old would pull a needle." 

Three sharp barks. 

"Aizawa was a necessary evil, you were about to kill me." 

A deeper bark. 

"Emiko was still dead, you would have killed everyone in the building if I let you out before she was breathing again. You're the fucking idiot that doesn't understand how Resurrection works." 

"Is he... fighting with his own quirk right now?" Shinsou spoke up. 

Toga waved a dismissive hand in his direction. "You'll get used to it. Blaze has a bit of an attitude when it comes to listening to Izu." 

"Don't give it a fucking name," Izuku hissed at her, his eyes glowing for only a second before he blinked it away. 

Toga raised a challenging brow at him before hopping off the counter and dropping to her knees. "But Blazie is such a good dog," she said in a baby voice everyone used when talking to animals. The big lump of flames was in her arms in seconds, its tongue rolling out of its mouth as she gave it belly rubs. "You're a good dog, aren't you, Blazie? Izu's just a big old meanie, don't listen to him." 

"I'll just transfer the quirk to you and you can deal with it then," Izuku threatened, bracing his hands against the counter. 

Toga scowled at him, wrapping her arms around the wolf's neck protectively. "Don't you fucking dare. It's a fused quirk, you know that if you try to transfer it, Blaze will split and cease to exist." 

"A fused quirk?" Aizawa asked, looking between the two villains in confusion. "What the hell is that?" 

Izuku hung his head with a sigh. He'd been revealing more about himself in the last few weeks than he had in his entire life. It was a weakness, a sign he was getting soft. It irked him to no fucking end, but he was already in too deep. What was the point in backing out now? He was destined to die eventually, might as well go with at least one person knowing everything. 

"Sometimes, when I let quirks sit idle too long, they get... entangled with each other. After we took down my father, I had to go into hiding for a while. My pyrokinesis quirk was too recognizable and I had to let it go dormant for over a year. It got fused with one or more quirks during that time and now it's whatever the fuck that is," Izuku explained, tossing a look over his shoulder at the wolf in Toga's arms. 

Shinsou dropped his head into his hands with a groan at the new information. "My brain hurts." 

"Imagine how I feel," Izuku grumbled. "The thing barely listens to me half the time. One of my most powerful and tactical advantages is now a loose cannon that wants nothing more than head scratches." 

"He wouldn't be so stubborn if you let him out more often. Isn't that right, Blaze?" Toga said, squishing the wolf's face in her hands. 

"Don't give it a gender," Izuku said in exasperation. "It's a fucking quirk." 

"Really? Kinda just looks like Blaze is your dog now," Hanta pointed out. 

Izuku tilted his head while he studied the hero in front of him. It was the first time he'd spoken without wanting to snap Izuku's neck. "You don't have to pretend to not hate me. I'm still going to get your mom and Hina back."

The hero seemed taken aback by his words, glancing around at the others in the room. He took quick steps into the kitchen, grabbing Izuku's wrist and leading him toward the front door. "I don't hate you, Iz," he mumbled along the way. 

"Where are we going?" 

Hanta didn't answer until the apartment door was shut behind them and they were alone in the hallway. "We need to talk." 

Dun dun dun. 

Pov I tried to finish this chapter for two hours and just couldn't find a good conclusion so it just kept getting longer and longer. It is 3800 words of filler now. Editing this was a pain in the ass, omfg.