A ground-shaking rumble filled the concrete halls of the bunker Hisashi Midoriya called his primary base of operations. At 6'2, even with a more lean body type, he cut an impressive figure; with a well tailored suit being his preferred outfit, his presence alone demanded respect.

However, with his gray hair looking like he'd just crawled out of bed, tie horribly tied (it always took him at least three tries), shirt untucked, and sporting mild five o'clock shadow, it was jarring to those that knew him to see him so unkempt. The international crime lord known as All for One's careful facade had fractured, and Kurogiri knew it.

"That no good muscle-brained idiot! How the hell did he even find this base?! My information said I had at least three years before he found me! Four, if I played my cards right! Kurogiri, how's young Tomura doing?"

"I have gathered all of his things and he's just in the other room. Do you want me to warp Gigantomachia here? I have his coordinates and am waiting for your orders."

Hisashi finished packing the last of his personal belongings and threw the suitcase at Kurogiri. Thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

"No.I've got a more important job for you. If this goes the way I think it will… Machia's going to be needed elsewhere. Remember these numbers Kurogiri: 35 degrees, 39 minutes, 13 seconds north. 137 degrees, 25 minutes, 49.1 seconds east. Do you have those numbers memorized?"

Kurogiri gave a short bow. "Yes sir, and what do you want me to do with those?"

Sighing, Hisashi started straightening his appearance.

"You, Shigaraki, and Gigantomachia are to convince the people at that location of their own free will, to get far, far away from Japan. If I'd had the expected three years, I could have ensured their safety by… silencing those who'd seek to harm them in my absence. But it's too late for that now. The briefcase has a letter that should help."

The narrowing of the yellow lights of his eyes was the only indication of Kurogiri's distaste for the wretches his master had to keep in line.

"Very well, by your command I shall get the young master out of here."

Finally getting his tie properly done and straightened, Hisashi pulled a photo out of his pocket. The wrinkled and worn photo depicted a rarely smiling Hisashi, flanked by a young woman with long green hair cradling a toddler with messy, similarly green curls. He flashed a brief smile at the photo before regarding Kurogiri for what he worried could be the last time.

"You're free to go Kurogiri. Live long, and prosper."

"Sir, that line is older than you are. Is this really the time for jokes?"

Chuckling, Hisashi let the embers build in the back of his throat.

"I always was partial to gallows humor, old friend. Now go, before All Might sees you."

Breathing flames onto the photo, he watched as the last of it disappeared into ashes.

Kurogiri's smoke clad form was, by its nature, ever changing and made the man nearly impossible to read. But as Kurogiri bowed before his master one more time, and turned to complete the assignment given to him, Hisashi could swear for the briefest of moments he could see tears of golden light begin to form in the swirling smoke.

"So, you're saying he has a hidden quirk?"

Midoriya Inko let out an internal sigh of relief. Though her husband had his secrets, he had let it slip that any of their children would have a high chance of being quirkless. Though hidden quirks weren't uncommon, there were usually small signs of their existence.

"Yes ma'am. We aren't quite sure what it is exactly however. The best example we can compare it to is an adaptation quirk. His cells are very adaptable, and seem to react to stimuli,primarily other organic materials. We do know however that it is a mutation class quirk, and not an emitter class quirk."

Petting her son's hair, (so much like his father's), she couldn't help the worried thoughts trailing in the back of her mind. She couldn't be more thankful he'd worn himself out the night before watching the hero news and had fallen asleep while waiting on the results of his quirk assessment.

"Anything else I need to know doctor? My son wore himself out the night before and my husband was wanting to hear the final verdict as soon as he could. He even told me he'd stay up all night in America if he had to."

She gave a soft chuckle thinking of Hisashi pacing back and forth in an American hotel waiting on her call, even if he had important meetings early in the morning.

"No ma'am, that's all we can say for sure right now. I'd suggest bringing him in again next year if nothing obvious shows up, or visit a specialized lab if you want to know more. Quirks like this tend to be very slow acting in their infancy, so we might not see anything for a long while without more extensive testing."

Bowing to the doctor slightly, she picked up Izuku, careful not to wake him up,

"In that case, thank you for putting our worries to rest, and have a good day."

As she got started walking towards the train station, she managed to fish her cell phone out and dial up Hisashi's number. She had received an emergency text message regarding a massive gas plant explosion in the Coruscant District. Normally he picked up the phone before the third ring, but as it hit voicemail she couldn't help the spike of worry that pierced her heart.

"Its fine Inko, he's all the way in America, you're just worrying over nothing."

It wasn't until they had gotten home that her worries really made themselves known.

Though the purple smoke steaming off the figure that stood before her might have been eye catching to most, the suit they were wearing was really what held her focus. Her husband only wore the highest quality clothing he could find, and the suit this figure was wearing was the same make and design. The fact that they stood up from the bench he was sitting on the second they saw her didn't help, either.

"Mrs. Midoriya I assume?"

The voice was deep and echoed, even with how quietly he spoke as to not wake her son.

"Yes, I am. Why are you asking? And who are you?"

She had just shifted to holding Izuku in a single arm as she was about to dig for her keys when she heard the words she hadn't wanted to hear for another forty years, and even then they would have been too soon.

"My name is Kurogiri. I work with your husband, and there has been a accident," the smoke clad figure solemnly stated.

Having carefully put Izuku into his bed, Inko headed back to the dining room where she quietly asked the man to take a seat. Grabbing the tissues she knew she would be needing shortly, she took a seat across the table from him.

"Y-you're saying something happened to my husband?"

Kurogiri did his best approximation of a nod, standard for those who didn't know him.

"I am… unsure at the moment, truthfully. How much do you know about your husband's work?"

Dabbing at tears that streamed down her face, Inko did her best to recall what all her husband had let slip in their years together.

"I knew h-he was very secretive about it. I knew h-he h-had a lot of meetings, and that some people didn't like what h-he did."

Kurogiri let out a sigh at that. He couldn't blame his boss for not telling his wife, but this would complicate things… quite a bit.

"Midoriya-san. There's no easy way to say this, but your husband is the kingpin of Japan's criminal underworld."

If she were holding something, she'd surely have dropped it in disbelief.

"H-Hisashi was WHAT?!"

Covering her mouth, she looked at the door to Izuku's room to listen for any noises, and relaxed when there weren't any. Turning back, she glared at Kurogiri with tear filled eyes.

"Now Kurogiri-san, I may be a housewife, but I don't appreciate some stranger coming in and badmouthing my husband and insinuating that he's some sort of criminal psychopath!"

Kurogiri had worried this would happen and carefully, slowly began moving, trying not to scare the poor woman. He dropped a briefcase onto the kitchen table, warping it in from where he had left it at the nearby hideout.

"Hisashi is a well-intentioned man, that I don't dispute you on. But I have known him for over thirty years, and I can guarantee you, he had his hands in many dealings better left unsaid. He wanted me to give this to you."

Opening the case, Inko saw several of Hisashi's personal travel items, but on top of them was an envelope that simply read "I.M". Pulling it out, she broke the seal and withdrew a letter.

To my Angel,

If you are reading this, then I fear the worst has happened for me, to not be telling you this myself. Chances are, you will have been given this letter from a long-time friend of mine named Kurogiri. He may have a young charge with him named Tomura Shigaraki, depending on how much of a hurry he, and by proxy, you must now be in.

I'd hoped this wouldn't happen for many, many years, if ever, but I am writing this as a sort of failsafe. The man you know is not fake in the slightest, but many details of my centuries long life have been kept from you, and not without good reasons. I had hoped to keep my work life and home life separate as much as possible, but this if you're reading this letter I have clearly failed, and for that I apologize.

I didn't intend to become the crime lord I have become, but as the years wore on, I discovered the best way to combat crime was to be in charge of it. I do not expect you to approve of my methods, but you can't deny the results. Human trafficking is all but non-existent now, but I have… 'associates' who have repeatedly wished to change that, along with several of the other policies I enforced with an iron fist.

If something happens to me, they will come for you, even if they don't know that you exist, and I simply cannot take that risk. You must get far, far away from our home. I have another that I purchased with enough proxies and relays that no one should be able to find it or you. I'm so, so sorry you had to find out like this, my love, but I am doing what I think is best, and even now am doing what I hope is best for you, and for our son.

With Love,

H.M/All For One.

By the time she finished reading the letter, her tears were running freely and smearing the once-dried ink.

Kurogiri's smoky appearance didn't fluctuate as the woman broke down crying in front of him. But he did push the box of tissues closer within her reach.

Inko slowly managed to get her breathing under control, wiping the streaks from her cheeks.

"Is th-that why you're here? The sa-safe house he mentioned?"

"Yes, your husband has a bodyguard that he wanted me to have you and your son meet with. However, with the way things have unfolded, he also wished for my charge and I to accompany you as well."

Wiping the tears from her face, Inko felt like the entire world's weight was on her shoulders.

"How quickly do we need to leave?"

"It would be wisest for us to leave within the day; my quirk will let us depart this very moment if it is required."

Standing up, Inko put the letter back in the case before closing it.

"Give me a few hours to grab everything and get Izuku ready. Don't mention any of this to him please, I'd rather know for sure before we tell him."

Standing himself up, Kurogiri used his quirk to open a portal against one wall.

"Very well, I'll be back in two hours, as I imagine young Shigaraki is getting hungry. I shall see you then." And without another word, he was gone.

As the wisps of smoke faded away, Inko began the daunting task of packing the essentials and gathering her resolve to wake up Izuku.