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"Be Honest, Be Truthful." (11).
Chapter 11
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Yoichi sits, alone, in a supply closet. The smallest movement causes him to knock into the various brooms, mops, and cleaning supplies. But he can’t bring himself to care, this being the only place Nisuke could guarantee privacy
“Why?” He sobs into his hands. “Why, brother, are you so obsessed with Izuku and I?”
From what Nisuke told him, his brother is working with the government to take down the rebel bases. This didn’t propose a problem until recently, because the rebels have been extra cautious in regard to keeping their bases hidden. But apparently someone in one of the bases either got caught or was a rat all along and sold out everyone else.
This was one of the bases farther away from them, so they have some time before the government is knocking on their door. But not much.
Some of the guys are already making plans to hand over Izuku and him if it comes to it. And, knowing how persistent his brother can be, it most certainly will.
If Hisashi gets his way, they’ll never be able to leave him again. Nisuke is trying to convince Yoichi otherwise, but with his and Izuku’s health being precarious at best and his brother learning from his past mistakes, it’s unlikely they’ll ever see the light of day again.
“Ichi…?” Nisuke asks, knocking softly on the door.
He sniffles, wiping his eyes with his palm. “Just…just a minute.”
“All-alright….just….please remember you’re not alone.”
Yoichi stares blankly at the door, processing those words. All his life, no matter how present his brother had been later on (to his detriment), Yoichi has been alone. In his younger years, even with their parents still alive (a time he only remembers from scrapbooks and recollections from his not-so sentimental, older brother who liked to indulge him at times), they were both busy with work (either of the house or traditional variety) all the time. Most of the child-rearing fell to Hisashi who, despite what he may try to tell Yoichi now (and one of the only things he can recall from that period of their life, besides their mother’s perfume or their father’s booming voice), resented him for it.
Sometimes, when he couldn’t escape the darkness of the vault or when he really allowed himself the time to think about Hisashi’s actions, Yoichi resented him as well.
On shaky legs, he manages to stand up and start to move forward. One step….two steps….until finally he’s in front of the supply closet door and can open it to let Nisuke in.
“Hey,” Nisuke says, so casually. As if this whole interaction was something that happened everyday.
Maybe it is. Yoichi isn’t much of a judge when it comes to what’s normal.
“Hey,” Yoichi answers back, weakly. “Uh, thank you for….” he motions vaguely to the area behind him.
“Not a problem. Are you sure you’re alright? You can stay in there for-”
“No, no I’m fine. But I appreciate the offer.”
Nisuke places a hand on his lower back, leading him from the supply closet. “We’re making preparations to leave as we speak,” he tells Yoichi. “Don’t worry, you both are in safe hands.”
Despite the persistent worry of Hisashi catching them and hurting their loved ones gnawing at him, Yoichi finds it within himself to smile at his boyfriend.
“I trust you, my hero.”
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Hisashi glares at the man standing in front of him. The commissioner is dressed as nicely as Hisashi himself, but his hair is noticeably greased back making the man look as sleazy on the outside as he undoubtedly looks on the inside.
“Thanks to you we’ve taken down three rebel bases,” the commissioner says, a sadistic look in his beady eyes.
His stomach twists, uncomfortably at the mention of the takedowns. But he ignores it, for now.
To mask his unease, Hisashi scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning back in the office chair. “And what of your end of the bargain?”
“What about it?” The commissioner asks, nasally voice grating on Hisashi’s already frayed nerves.
“Mr. Sato-”
“Call me Takehiko.”
Hisashi corrects himself with a slight grimace. “ Takehiko-San, I am a man of my word. I have delivered my end of the deal - I would argue ten-fold. So,” he tilts his head to the side slightly, fixing Takehiko with his cruelest glare, “when will you deliver yours? I am not a man to be trifled with, and you’d do well to remember who you’re dealing with.”
He resumes his previous laid-back demeanor. “But it’s up to you, really.”
Takehiko looks a little taken back at the sudden change of behavior.
If this weasley, little man thinks Hisashi is another one of their puppets that sit and wait patiently for their rewards (that likely would never come), he has another thing coming.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, we’re 99% sure of your brother and son’s location.”
“And…? Why haven’t you given it to me?”
“We weren’t exactly sure-”
“You just wanted to use me,” he says, voice betraying none of his emotions.
Takehiko slinks down in his seat. When the commissioner makes no move to explain further, Hisashi slams his hand on the conference table. The other man jumps.
“Well!?” He asks, impatient.
“Y-yes, Mori!” He calls over his shoulder.
The woman that visited Hisashi previously hurries over to the commissioner’s side. “Yes, sir?” She bends down to be eye level with her boss.
“Retrieve the file we have on base twenty-six.”
Mori gives a curt nod and hurries to fetch the requested files.
They sit in silence. Hisashi keeps his eyes on the commissioner, relishing in the way he makes Takehiko wriggle in discomfort. By the time Mori returns, the man’s visibly sweating.
“Here’s the file, sir,” Mori announces, handing it off to Takehiko. If she notices anything off, she doesn’t mention it.
“Thank you, Mori.” He turns in his seat, obviously trying to regain his composure, he clasps his hands on the table. “Here’s the information…as promised.”
A manilla folder is slid across the tabletop. Hisashi pulls it closer, fighting the urge to just rip the file open and find the relevant information he needs. “Hm, thank you.”
He excuses himself shortly thereafter. Hisashi’s a busy man, after all, and the commissioner….probably…maybe… perhaps has an important job, doing….very important, very much needed work. Maybe.
( Important work tearing families apart and riling up the non-meta users into violent action)
The file lays open in front of Hisashi. Carefully, he reviews the contents inside.
“In the forest just outside Mustuafu,” he reads aloud. A pressure that had been laying heavily on his shoulders is suddenly lifted. He laughs, smiling widely. “My brother and son are within my reach. And when I get my hands on them…..
They’ll never leave again.”
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In Shigaraki's psyche, Izuku saw a memory that's neither his nor Shigaraki's, and that memory is actually AFO's.
It's from 1st person point of view, in there, AFO seems to be acquainted with Shigaraki's Father, and AFO apparently worked in construction in Koga city (idk what 甲賀建設 Exactly means, but 建設 means construction or establishment, and 甲賀 is a city in Shiga Prefecture, and it's pretty close to Shizuoka Prefecture, where Izuku&his mom live)
Then AFO invited Shigaraki's Father over a drink, and asked about Shigaraki's quirk, to which his father said it still hasn't appeared/identified yet
You know what this means???
AFO must've LIVED A NORMAL LIVE sometimes to get acquainted with Shigaraki's Father while also monitor him!! Due to his connection with Nana.
And AFO asking about Shigaraki's quirk can either means he's monitoring if "Decay" has developed OR if Shigaraki can be GIVEN "Decay" later on.
This might also indicate that AFO also acquainted with Shimura household as a normal person, and if this shadowed figure with suits whom looked like AFO is indeed AFO, then it must've been like a family friend escorting the son back home
Anyway, AFO finally came out of Shigaraki's suppression, now we can see some Izuku and AFO interaction and maybe a confirmation about the validity of DFO theory!!!!
*it's also suspicious Izuku still DIDN'T GET TO SEE AFO's full face even from AFO's memory
**out of context, but AFO in his memory asked if Shigaraki's father had a lower back pain, and offered to introduce him to a good doctor, and i can't help but think "lol, it's just gonna be dr. Garaki isn't it? And he probably gonna order Garaki to do something to the only son of Nana" and the fact that AFO spoke to Shigaraki's Father SO POLITELY/using keigo (敬語) is weirdly nice, I'd like to see him speaks normally FULL FACE
***the irony of the villain who wrecked havoc in the country, might also once worked in construction of all places. Though it can be reasoned with "in order to destroy thoroughly, one must know how to built"
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They are so similar
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Hori is just messing with us at this point
Here is something someone pointed out to me on the AFO discord.
I don't know Japanese, so take things with a grain of salt to not spread misinformation! But. . .
Koga - the construction company that AFO had/worked at.
How it's written in the Japanese version:
甲 - armour/first class
賀 - celebration.
Okay, nothing specific.
BUT... What other way can Koga be spelled as?
久我
AND GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS!
久- Hisashi
我 - I/myself
(I am Hisashi) … Yea
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Thought afo tying that Cape around himself looked familiar 🙏🏻
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“there’s not even any real evidence” “Hisashi has a fire quirk” “Why do you even like DFO” BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING FUNNY. MOVING ON-
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Oh no... He's traumatized
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This is so cute✨️🥺, when I have time, if I can find more comics like this ❤️❤️
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Dad December - Day Five: "It's the Little Things."
Trigger warnings: blood, canonical character death, childhood trauma, childhood neglect - and for once, the last two aren't because of AFO.
Summary: Unsettled by his mother being gone for the night, Izuku refuses to sleep. This is the least of Hisashi’s worries.
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He left his little brother in the safety of some dark alley - where it was safe (and where none of the monsters that wear dark clothing and carry torches can hurt them). It’s thankfully not cold tonight, so all he has to worry about is finding some food for him and his brother.
He toddles down the street. The garbage bag he wears, crinkles with each step. The ground underneath his feet is rocky and uneven, and he has to catch himself more than once.
A group of people in dark clothing and carrying torches pass him. He recognizes the symbol on the side of their helmets as the one that burned down the base where he and his little brother had been staying. His blood runs cold.
He eyes the men, but they’re already leaving.
A thought pops into his head:
“What if they come back for my brother?”
He swallows thickly, raising a tiny, malnourished hand. He can’t have that. His brother is all he has. All he owns. If they take him away, then he’ll have nothing left. And then, who’s to say they won’t also hurt him? It’s not like either of them has anyone to protect them.
The last and only person that cared for them was reduced to burnt flesh and partial ash.
They’re on their own. It’s up to him to keep them safe. But he’s brave. He can do it. He just needs to scare the scary men away. He’s done it before. If he uses the spikes from mama, then he can poke one of them. Just a little poke, nothing big. Barely enough to draw blood.
But when one of them looks at him over their shoulder, his heart skips a beat. His mouth is suddenly dry, and he feels the urge to cry. His hand shakes horribly, and the mild “poke” he wanted to scare the big, scary men with, turns them all into human shish kabobs.
Blood splashes his face.
His limbs ache, being stretched to their limits.
Thick tears roll down his cheeks.
He cries out. Wanting, no, needing someone, anyone to help him.
“It hurts! Help me!”
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Hisashi cries out, startling awake. It takes him a second to recognize his own bedroom. Though, in his defense, it’s shrouded in near pitch-black darkness. He sighs, running a shaky hand down his face.
As with all his problems nowadays, Hisashi blames All Might for the nightmare. Sure, it happened decades upon decades before the man was born, but it has to be his fault. Somehow.
“Dadda ‘kay?” A small voice asks.
Hisashi glances down right at…..
Memories of just a few hours before creep into his consciousness. Inko left for the night, leaving their one-and-a-half-year-old in his care. He originally put Izuku in his crib, but his son was unsettled by his mother being gone (it being the very first time Inko has left their son for longer than a grocery trip). And he fussed until Hisashi let him sleep in his parents bed.
Nestled against his dad’s chest, Izuku fell asleep quickly. Peaceful and content. Blissfully unaware of all the horrors that transpire outside the doors to their cozy little apartment. Ignorant to the blood stained hands that stroke his fluffy hair and pinch his chubby cheeks.
But now he’s awake, which means Hisashi’s nightmare probably woke him up.
“Daddy’s fine,” he reassures Izuku. “Just a bad dream.”
“Momma?” His son asks, pointing behind Hisashi. “Momma help? Momma kiss it better?”
Hisashi laughs, guiding his son’s head back to the pillows. He soothes back Izuku’s curls - already a birdnest from just a few hours of sleep. “Mommy will be back in the morning, Izuku.”
His brother’s eyes (Hisashi puts the thought of his long-dead twin out of his head) stare up at him, guileless and confused. Izuku tries to sit up, still pointing behind Hisashi, probably near the closet doors. “Momma help!”
“Izuku Midoriya,” Hisashi scolds, pressing his son into the pillows. “Rest time. Sleep.”
His son’s eyes well up with tears. “Momma,” he cries weakly, pointing to something one last time.
“No, mommy tonight. But I’m here, and I’ll keep you safe.”
Izuku pouts, but lays his head near his dad’s. Little eyes flutter closed. His son falls back into peaceful slumber.
Hisashi sighs in relief, brushing the hair out of his son’s eyes.
“Ow!” He pulls his hand away, staring at it. There’s a small, barely noticeable hole that’s leaking blood in one of his hands. He quickly uses a minor healing quirk to sew the injured flesh back together.
What the hell was that?
Hisashi brushes his son’s hair back again, but this time he’s careful not to touch Izuku’s forehead. He examines the area, poking at the skin and then pulling back. There’s a familiar energy thrumming under the babysoft skin. One that Hisashi knows but can’t place.
As if responding to his poking and prodding, soft skin gives way to a small spike. A spike just like….
Hisashi quickly checks his inventory, only to find his mother’s spike quirk gone. What-
Behind him a voice laughs.
His son’s earlier words finally catch up to him. (“Momma kiss it better.” “Momma help.”) He wasn’t talking about Inko….was he? Slowly, Hisashi turns over in bed to see the one person he can truly blame for all the suffering that Yoichi and him had to go through.
He’s used to seeing her in the vestige world, but there’s something about seeing her here-in the sanctity of the home he’s built-that makes her more real.
“What do you want?”
His mother-a lot older-looking than her actual age would have you believe, and still wearing the rags she birthed them in-ignores him. She hums, reaching across Hisashi to caress Izuku’s cheek.
He slaps her hand. “Get away from him,” he grits out, keeping his voice down. The last thing he needs is Izuku seeing this exchange play out.
“Darling little thing, isn’t he?” Her stringy white hair hangs in her face. It reminds him of Yoichi’s hair after locking him in the vault for months on end. Dirty, covered in grease and sweat. “I can’t believe a monster like you made something so precious.” Even though it shouldn’t. Even though Hisashi is much too old to care about his mother’s (the vestige of a mother he never got to meet) opinion. His heart clenches painfully in his chest.
“Go to hell.” He slaps her hand again, using his body to shield Izuku from the ghost of his grandmother.
“You weren’t always a monster,” his mother says, a sad look in her eyes. “Which is so sad, because if you were born a monster then it would make it so easy to hate you.”
Hisashi looks down at his son, making sure that his baby is still asleep. “Leave.”
“But you weren’t. You were born as innocent as this one here.” His mother looks down. She twists her long, thick fingers together. “I only wish for this, my grandson, not to follow in your footsteps.” His mother lifts her head, and Hisashi thinks he sees a tear or two fall from her eyes. “I…I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t protect your brother either. However, you can protect him. Hold him close. Keep him safe.”
Hisashi, for the first time in over a hundred years, is rendered speechless.
His mother places a gentle hand on his cheek. It’s surprisingly warm, and he finds himself unconsciously leaning into the touch. “It’s the little things, you know. They all add up. Keep being the best parent you can be.”
Her tone turns stern, long nails dig into the flesh of his face. He stares up at his mother. “And, for god sake, Hisashi, baby proof your meta-abilities. Your son seems to have a penchant for accidentally stealing them. I recommend taking them back, and getting in contact with that doctor friend of yours. Maybe he can stop Izuku’s ability from developing any further.” She sighs, releasing Hisashi’s skin. He rubs the area, still stunned to silence. “As much as I love chatting with Izuku-Kun, the power he possesses. The power he inherited from you. Is much too powerful for one so young. It would draw attention.”
“Okay,” Hisashi says, making a mental note to call Doctor Garaki in the morning.
“Good boy,” his mother says, kissing the top of his head. “Also don’t forget to take the spike ability back. I don’t want my grandson accidentally impaling you or my daughter-in-law.”
Hisashi turns back towards his son, clamping his hand to his son’s forehead. Carefully, but quickly to avoid the spikes, he removes the quirk. Beyond a sleepy groan, Izuku hardly reacts at all.
When he turns back to his mother. She’s gone.
Hisashi cuddles with his son but finds he can’t fall back asleep.
This is going to be a long night.
He looks down at his son’s angelic face. At least he isn’t alone.
#daddecember2023#daddecember#no.5#it's the little things#mha hisashi#implied afo x inko#all for one izuku#all for one mha#tw blood#tw childhood neglect#tw childhood trauma#tw abandonment
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And then we have this AFO who looks just like Izuku
Horikoshi-sensei is either not paying enough attention or meticulously foreshadowing a certain theory
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|| Okay, I haven't seen any more of this, and I have been the only who posted something like this related to the recent chapters, sooo I'm going to post it! (Besides, I made more). ||
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AFO : I don't want our son to date until he's older enough. People are terrible!
Inko : Okay, when exactly he can date?
AFO : When I'm dead. Plus 3 days to make sure I'm dead.
Izuku : *digging a grave and start planning murder* I know it would be hard for mom to raise me alone but this is for love.
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Longer than I thought...
#dad for one#all for inko#bnha fanart#tengoku izumi's illustrations#afo#😅#mha fanart#all for one is hisashi
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#MHA421 Hori has the chance to do the funniest thing ever.
All that’s left to do is AFO revealing to Izuku and all the characters (UA highschool and all the Pro heroes gathered) that he’s his father. “Btw I’m your father Midoriya Izuku. I fucked your mom and bailed out on the child support.”
And the second they all call him a bad father he be like “Bitch I dare you. At least I didn’t abuse or hurt my child.” A dig at Aoyama’s parents, Endeavor and the entire flawed hero system that uses children like soldiers.
“You claim righteousness and forge your own children into weapons, yet deem me the villain? While I’ve let Izuku choose his own fate, you have confined yours to your rigid ideals.”
Idk sounds right to me 🙂
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