A/N: YO its chapter two! Sorry for the wait, it's the holidays and life is rly hard n stuff. So, I basically will update this every time I finish the illustrations for the previous chapter, about 2-3. I will try to get a chapter out about every week, as I just have to copy the selection from my enormous... 22,000+ word document. wow. then I put it through Grammarly proper (google docs only has Grammarly beta, and I don't have premium yet. I might get it for Christmas, though.) Then I add the text key and the author's notes, and voila! I've been behind recently b/c of art block, holiday shenanigans (damn I love that word), and reading way too much fanfiction for my own good/sanity. most recently, vigilante Deku fics. My recommendations will be at the notes at the bottom, along with the link to my Deviantart page, for the drawings. I have a feeling this note at the beginning is getting a bit long...

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Timeskip/scene change: -•+•§•+•-

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Shota stood in the mouth of an alleyway near Izuku's school, watching the students stream out, searching the crowd for green hair. Finally, at the tail end of the rush, the little green-haired boy could be seen, waving to a spiky blond about his age, who gave a small salute back. Shota waved at Izuku, and his face brightened as he noticed the tall man, adorned in similar clothing to the day prior, with his capture-scarf around his neck. Izuku jogged over, eyes automatically scanning the surroundings, probably a result of being bullied. Shota walked a bit further into the alleyway, Izuku on his tail, out of sight of the school. Then he knelt, motioning for Izuku to get on his back. Izuku leaped on without hesitation.

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"We're here!" Izuku yelled out as Shota slammed the door behind him, a large paper bag in his arms.

"IZUKU MY MAN!" Hizashi tore into the room, before picking up Izuku and swinging him around. "How are ya, little listener?!" Izuku giggled, before hugging Hizashi. Shota walked into the kitchen, Hizashi holding Izuku following behind.

"Do you have any homework?" Shota asked, after setting the bag down on the kitchen counter. Izuku and Hizashi sat down opposite at the kitchen table.

"Yes, but it's super easy. It's mostly writing, but I had to learn that to make my notebooks. Oh! I worked on my notebooks last night and today at school! They're all finished now!" Izuku pulled the newest notebook out of his small backpack. The cover now said; Hero Analysis for the Future, with a number four circled underneath. He cracked it open, flipping through the pages before spreading it out on the table. It was Eraserhead and Present Mic's page, with updated information and better drawings. Izuku put on a fake serious face.

"Now sign." Hizashi giggled at the boy's antics, snatching the proffered pen before signing his page. He threw the pen at Shota, evidently meaning to get back at him for the night prior, but Shota caught the pen in one hand and walked over, signing below his picture.

"So you're done, right? What do you want to do now?" Shota asked the boy, but already having in mind what the boy would probably ask. He was right.

"C-can you teach me? I wanna become an underground hero, just like you!" Izuku smiled up at Shota, melting what was left of his heart. Shota smiled back.

"Of course. Of course I'll train you." The resulting smile and accompanying 'squee!' made it already more than worthwhile.

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"This is your back yard!? It's so pretty!" Izuku ran to the center of the backyard to get a better vantage point, and looked around. Shota, who wasn't an energetic 6-year-old, walked behind. He did have to agree that the backyard was very pretty, as that was part of the reason he and Hizashi had picked this house in the first place. It was completely fenced off from the outside world with an 8-foot (2.5 meter) high wooden fence. There was a small koi pond, about 10 feet (3 meters) in diameter, with a tiny waterfall at one end. There were a few cherry trees, as well as a larger apple tree lining the far fence. An enormous fir graced the center, whose branches were perfect for pull-ups, and whose arcing roots were great for lodging your feet under for sit-ups and similar exercises. The entire yard was about 30 feet (10 meters) square and even had a small shed under the eaves of the house where Shota kept the exercise equipment.

"Okay, we will start by testing your limits. Like a placement test." Izuku nodded, a look of determination etched across his face.

Shota drilled the squirt in everything from pull-ups to planks. They took a break to eat, in which Shota made dinner, and Hizashi and Izuku sat on the couch and chatted. After they were finished, they went straight back to training. Shota figured first he would teach him the proper form, and have the squirt build lean muscle, prioritizing speed over strength. Once he deemed him strong enough, he would start teaching him stealth and fighting. They continued in this fashion for the rest of the month. Shota would pick Izuku up from school, they would train like heck, eat (he started making Hizashi cook so he could spend more time training, and he swore the blond overgrown cockatoo was getting better), train some more, and then he would bring Izuku home. The little kiddo was working so hard, his determination bolstering his energy supply. He was starting to show some muscle and had burned most of his chubby baby fat. Hizashi swore he had even grown a bit taller.

Izuku began to pay more and more attention on the way to and from the house, even asking a few questions about where it was. About a week and a half after he started observing, he asked if he could walk there from school. Shota quizzed him extensively to see if he knew the route, and he seemed good. Shota tentatively said yes.

The next day came around, and Hizashi was watching the news and had decided to try his hand at baking cookies when he got home from his daily patrol. He seemed puzzled as to why Shota was walking out the door at the same time he usually did to pick Izuku up.

"I thought the little listener was walking today, Shota," Hizashi said, though it was more of a question than a statement. Shota grinned a little bit.

"He is." And he left without saying any more.

Hizashi shrugged and went back to making cookies.

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Shota leaped across the roofs like usual, arriving at Izuku's school minutes before the bell rang, this time staying on the roof. He saw Izuku walk out of the gates, waving goodbye to the spiky ash-blond Shota had learned was Katsuki Bakugo. The boy glanced at the alley where Shota usually waited, before starting down the street. Aizawa shadowed him from the roof, pushing his stealth skills to the highest extent to remain undetected. Everything was going along just fine.

Until the bullies showed up.

There were five of them, big hulking brutes. Two had mutation type quirks and pretty bizarre ones at that. One had giant hands, yellow-green translucent insect wings, and a bear's head, while the other had long, curving crimson horns, a devil's tail of the same shade, and, oddly enough, an extra set of arms just below the originals. The other 3 boys must all have emitter or transformation quirks. None of them had actually done anything yet, so Shota just observed from the rooftops, ready to jump into action in an instant.

"Where you been, brat?" The leader, a towheaded looking boy with brownish-orange hair cracked his knuckles. "We' been missin our punchin' bag! You been hidin', huh quirkless brat." Shota was shaking in rage. "We'd better teach you a lesson. You're good at those, right?" And then, the lashed out, sucker-punching Izuku in the stomach.

A red haze filled Shota's vision, and he lunged.

5 seconds later, all the boys were knocked out on the ground. Shota walked over to Izuku and helped him up. Wordlessly, he offered him his back, and Izuku climbed on. They were off a second later, both silently contemplating what they had just witnessed.

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"Hizashi, occupy Izuku." Hizashi wordlessly complied, sitting Izuku down on the couch to watch the news, notebook in hand, and a plate of cookies on the coffee table. He knew not to mess with Shota when he had that look in his eyes.

"Something happen, little listener?" Hizashi asked, handing Izuku a cookie.

"My old bullies cornered me, and Shota must've been following. They punched me, and he went nuts." Izuzu nibbled the proffered cookie."Did you make these?"

"Yeah, little listener! I've had to work on my cooking skills since Sho started spending all the time training you. I decided to try my hand at baking, what do you think?"

"Mmm, they're delicious. But more importantly," Izuku leaned forwards, eyebrows raised, with a faint shit-eating grin on his face. "Sho?"Hizashi blushed, but before he could respond, footsteps sounded behind him, and Shota appeared in the doorway. He had shaved, and his hair was pulled back in a low man bun. He wore a relatively nice coat, and like always, had his capture-scarf around his neck.

"DAMN, SHOTA! WHERE'VE YOU BEEN HIDING THOSE LOOKS!" Hizashi shouted, because dang, Shota looked pretty hot. Shota, having some emotion, blushed a little bit, but otherwise didn't react.

"Let's go, Izuku." Izuku could tell from the look in Shota's eyes that protest would be fruitless.

"See you later, Izuku!" Hizashi waved, not moving from the couch.

Izuku climbed on Shota's back, which was practically second nature at this point, and they started off. Both were quiet. Eventually, they arrived, to Izuku's surprise, at the Musutafu Municipal Orphanage.

"Go to your room and I will see you in a few minutes." Izuku nodded, slightly confused. He ran around the building, most likely to a side entrance. Shota waited for a moment, before walking in through the main entrance. The foyer was rather bare, with whitewashed walls and a desk, with a single threadbare bench beside it. A lady sat at the desk, typing on the computer, but stopping when Shota approached the desk.

"May I help you?" She asked in a bored voice.

"I would like to adopt a child." Shota's straightforward response and emotionless tone startled the woman somewhat.

"Would you like to meet the children? We have both boys and gi-" Shota cut her off.

"Izuku Midoriya. I would like to adopt Izuku Midoriya." The woman typed the name into her computer. Her eyes widened.

"Are you sure? He's quirkless, you know." Shota raged internally at this comment.

"If anything, that makes me want to adopt him even more." The woman was surprised. Usually, after hearing that a child was quirkless, they would choose a different child or cancel the adoption process altogether.

"Very well, do you have papers?" Shota put one hand inside his coat and wordlessly pulled out a stack of papers. The woman leafed through them, before setting them down. "It seems like everything is in order, Aizawa-san (His name was on the papers). I'll call Midoriya down." She walked over to a doorway on the right and went through. A few minutes later, she came back with Izuku. Unshed tears were brimming in his eyes. Shota shot him a look that said 'keep it together just a little longer'.

"He's more than willing to go with you. Would you like to take him now, or come back tomorrow morning?" The woman asked, sitting back down at her desk.

"Right now, please." Shoto turned to Izuku "Do you want me to come help you pack?" Izuku shook his head, he barely had anything to pack. He turned and ran back through the doorway, a giant smile on his face. He came back a few minutes later, a duffel bag over his shoulder and two notebooks clutched in each hand. (I'm sure the Japanese adoption process, or really any adoption process is longer and more complicated than that, but PLOT CONVENIENCE and I really want to get to the exciting stuff)

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"What're you up to, Problem Child?" Shota reached over and gently removed the end of the pencil Izuku was holding from his mouth. It was the day after he had moved in, though there wasn't much moving in to do, with his amount of stuff. The two of them were going to go waste Hizashi's money later to fix that. He was a lot more public than Shota, so he made about six times as much, plus he had his radio show. They had to waste his money somehow, or it would just sit in the bank and gather dust. Hizashi himself couldn't come, as he went on patrol during the day.

"I'm trying to figure out what to call you and Hizashi."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you two are basically my dads now," Shota blushed "but I can't call you both Dad, it would get really confusing. Oh!" His eyes brightened with the spark of an idea. "How about Dadzawa for you, and Dadzashi for Hizashi?!" If Shota had been drinking something, he would have spat it out. But then he looked at Izuku. And he smiled.

"Okay, but only if I can call you Izu. Hizashi's gonna love it. Now, let's go to the mall and find what we want to buy. We'll have to drag Hizashi there tomorrow to actually buy stuff. He forgot to leave money. Bring your notebook, you might be able to get some heroes to sign it. There's usually at least a few patrolling there."

A/N: So, good chapter? Yes or yes? thanks for all the views, followers, and faves, btw. it really means a lot.

Now, onto the links n stuff! I've recently been surfing on Archive of our own/AO3 because it's easier to search for stuff, there's more and longer stuff, and I can view the whole story at the same time, but I'm too lazy to figure out how to post this there.

So, my Deviantart: sketchlyng

(I really hope these work)

Because he sat on a pile of ash: /works/19397179/chapters/46159219

Bitch, I'm incognito: /works/19453174/chapters/46301869

Black Rabbit: /works/18185735/chapters/43015208

God thinks he's so funny, well I'm about to be hilarious: /works/19138414/chapters/45484369

Regenerate, Fate: /works/18068939/chapters/42706397

Other fics that are so awesome (both on AO3 and Fanfiction)

Agency A-1 and the Wonder Trio: s/13406457/1/Agency-A-1-and-the-Wonder-Trio

When all hell breaks loose: s/13297084/1/When-All-Hell-Breaks-Loose

Class 2-A is chaotic neutral: /works/21129215/chapters/50282501#workskin

Graffiti Heart: /works/21410827/chapters/51010336

Reflex: /works/20060671/chapters/47509345

Kitten Quirk: Freeloading: s/13384871/1/Kitten-Quirk-Freeloading

POWER! An origin story: s/13183430/1/POWER-An-Origin-Story

Hero to the bone (slight undertale crossover): s/13418908/1/Hero-to-the-Bone

Mimicry: s/13291919/1/Mimicry

Baachu: s/13376071/1/Baachu

The First Generation: s/12322385/1/The-First-Generation

This is Yuuei (HTTYD crossover): s/13297645/1/This-is-Yuuei

The two successors (slight Dragonball crossover): s/13350200/1/The-Two-Successors

The Dragon's sin of wrath: Izuku Midoriya! (the seven deadly sinsxBNHA): s/13313885/1/The-Dragon-s-Sin-of-Wrath-Izuku-Midoriya

Bittersweet Cafe: s/13381935/1/Bittersweet-Cafe

Deer: s/13436991/1/Deer

Worthless Necessity: s/13365593/1/Worthless-Necessity

1-A Groupchat: s/13330038/1/1-A-Groupchat

Holy crap it took forever to get and copy n paste all those links.

If you see your fic here, thanks for inspiring be and writing wonderful stories! there are more wonderful stories I follow, but I'm just too lazy to copy even more links.

Another thing, if you ever see something similar or just like something in your story here, it's because that is the awesomest idea ever, and I love you so much for coming up with it. I kind of do something similar with my drawing, I'll see something I like, like an anime or something, and then just drag it into the amorphous being that is my art style. so in a way, I am not only writing fanfiction of BNHA, I'm writing fanfiction of your fanfiction. Jellofello I'm totally gonna do Hitoshi-is-a-famous-YouTuber-named-Catspiracies because I love it so much thank you. there will also be some heavy wings of fire and my little pony and Portal 2 references in the coming story (which I haven't even written yet and I'm almost past the entrance exams. I swear I will also find a way to get vigilante-Deku in there because I need that in my life.

last but not least, I've noticed this little quirk (pun totally intended) with my freeform creative writing. I will just switch between perspectives with no warning or indication, which either means there's an all-seeing narrator, or I am seriously creative-writing-instructions starved and potentially a bit bananas. possibly both.

^w^ Edit from the future: I am now on Archive of Our Own! This is way more popular there, probably because of the tag system and the website itself is bigger, so there will have updates more often! My document now has over 28,000 words, so... yeah! Here is the link, just copy it and paste it into the link place, because links on here... don't really work. ( /works/22141762/chapters/52851991#workskin) thanks for reading!

see all you wonderful people later!

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-kaleidoscope666