Last Time on Phantom: A Ghostly Hero

Oh, it's just the cat. they thought simultaneously as relief flooded their system. They'd been ready for a fight. A cat being weird was a much more preferred outcome to the crash and the yelp.

"Oh, Look at you! You're such a cutie! How can I stay mad at you when you're flashing those cute green eyes at me?" Nemuri chuckled as she lifted the cat into the air to stare face to face with it.

Missile Launcher's eyes are brown… not green.

Aizawa and Shinso's stomach dropped as they looked over and met the glowing green eyes of the cat Nemuri was holding.

"NEMURI! GET AWAY! THAT'S NOT OUR CAT!" All that Aizawa was able to get out before limbs exploded from the cat in Nemuri's grasp.

Nemuri was currently regretting her love of cats, a trait she shared with her friends Aizawa, as the thing she had picked up and held close to her face was clearly NOT a cat. The limbs exploding from it close to her face made that very, very clear to her.

Before she knew it, one of the limbs- a fist. she realized- was flying for her head. Now, being a Pro Hero, she'd certainly taken many a hit, and it was immediately clear that the owner of this fist was clearly enhanced. Very enhanced. she noted as the punch connected with her cheek, feeling as if she'd instead been hit by a truck as she felt her body fly across the room, dropping the cat as her body went limp midair.

From her spot on the ground, she was able to see the resulting explosion of activity. Aizawa and Shinso recoiling away and bumping into Ectoplasm, who stood in the doorway, having arrived just in time to see the Not-Cat attack. Then, she watched as the limbs sprouting from the cat continued to stretch, then a snow-white head of hair appearing from the cat, followed shortly by the rest of the individual emerging from the cat, as the man began to shed the limp body of the cat. Pulling herself up off the floor to her knees, she gasped as she recognized the invader.

Phantom. her mind noted, suddenly sorry for doubting Aizawa and Hizashi's claims that there was an intruder in their house. Phantom, the vigilante who may be earning the trust of Heroes in efforts, only to strike when they drop their guard, was in her friend's house. Phantom was in the house of two Heroes, namely the only Hero to inflict lasting injury on the villain.

He's here for Aizawa. Trying to get the drop on him. she realized as she looked at Aizawa, who has stepped in between his son and the hovering Phantom, who was wearing a shocked expression of his own. But then, rather than lunging for Aizawa as she expected, Phantom bolted for the wall.

"Aizawa! Stop him! He's going to-" Nemuri began to yell as she realized Phantom's plans to escape rather than fight, but was interrupted by Aizawa doing exactly as she said, his hair floating up and the red of his eyes beginning to glow.

Phantom's scream of pain, followed by a flash of light, and the tell-tell thunk of what was clearing Phantom smacking into the wall rather than flying through it as he had probably hoped, pulled her attention back to the form of Phantom on the floor: the loud thump and the flash of the boy's transformation sending a very distressed Missile Launcher running out the door.

His now-black hair catching her attention as the boy began to pick himself up, before turning to face them, his face showing a clear panic and backing himself into the corner away from the heroes now inching closer. Phantom's

"Ectoplasm! Midnight! Cuff him!" Aizawa yelled as the two heroes got closer to the trapped teen, the "Before I have to blink" implied. Nemuri shuttered at the thought of what would happen if Aizawa dropped his quirk even for a second round a foe as dangerous as Phantom.

"I got him!" Ectoplasm yelled as he got closer to the powerless boy, who had drawn into himself now as if he'd accepted his fate.

"Not so tough now that you don't have those ridiculous quirks huh?" Ectoplasm taunted the boy.

"None of you powerhouses ever know how to fight without your quirk anywa-" Ectoplasm was cut off by the boy exploding towards him from his corner, the Panic in his face gone, replaced by a cold focus.

Nemuri watched as the boy's body twisted sideways, leg lashing out and hooking onto the back with Ectoplasm's peg legs, sending the man down towards the floor. Phantom pivoted onto the foot he'd just swept and brought his knee up deadly fast, meeting the surprised man's head that had been on its way down. Before Ectoplasm realized it or had a chance to defend himself, he'd been knocked out and hit the floor. Nemuri instantly recognized the form.

Muay Thai. He went for his opponent's weakness first. This kid's trained. she realized. … and absolutely savage. she acknowledged the boy's targeting of Ectoplasm's head and his use of a banned technique in MMA.

Though surprised, Nemuri didn't suddenly grow scared to fight the teen. As someone who's quirk didn't do much to actually defend their body against opponents who managed to circumvent or resist her quirk, Nemuri had a little bit of martial arts experience herself; a lot actually. Though Phantom's increased strength could be an issue if he maintained it in this form.

In a small space like this, she couldn't release huge amounts of her quirk's sleep gas without also risking that Aizawa and -wait? Where's Shinso and Hizashi? her mind froze as she looked around for the boy, who'd vanished sometime recently.

FOCUS NEMURI! If they're not here they're safe! Now, back to Phantom. her mind screamed as she realized the boy had moved again, barely managing to fling her elbows up in time to block the boy's elbow that was currently flying at her, though now impact came.

He bluffed me! she realized as she saw Phantom crossing the room towards Aizawa, and leaving her unmoving form untouched.

Going for the person limiting his powers; smart. She realized as she saw Phantom dashing for Aizawa, and realizing she needed to move to intercept him. Thankfully, Aizawa's capture rope, now flying towards Phantom, forcing the boy to dodge, gave her enough time to close the gap between the two, tackling the boy onto the ground.

"Ooh, Muay Thai? Pretty dangerous martial art for a kid like yourself- don't you think?" She said as she wrapped her limbs around his neck while laying on her back, grabbing the boy's arm as she moved to pull the boy's arm into an arm-bar, a technique she learned from training in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, a favorite form of her's as it mostly involved "wrestling" with the opponent.

Though it seemed the boy's surprises never stopped that night, as the boy swung his legs over, rotating his body while pushing on her leg over and off from its position on her head before she could complete the bar; performing what was commonly known as a hitchhiker escape and matching her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instantly.

Now, Nemuri found herself on the floor, with Phantom's arm grabbing her leg while he rotated, pulling her off of her back and pushing her leg over her side until it forced her to roll onto her side. A master of BJJ herself, however, she countered the boy's escape by rolling onto her knees and arms, in order to get height on the boy so that she could escape the return leg lock every year of her BJJ experience told her was coming.

"A great defense if I only knew Jiu-Jitsu, but not very smart against someone who's been training in Pankration since they were five." Phantom, suddenly more talkative after Shinso left the room, remarked as Nemuri felt her arm get forced harshly behind her back and Phantom's hand come to rest against her head before he pulled. The pain in her shoulder as it was forced against its natural rotation behind her back as Phantom pulled her into a shoulder lock.

OUCH! THAT HURTS! I can't escape that, at least, not without tearing every muscle in my shoulder. AND REALLY? PANKRATION? Midnight thought over her current predicament, frustrated over the fact that the boy seemingly knew ANOTHER style of martial arts, begging the question of Just How Many Styles does this kid know? And Why? though it was the fact that it was the boy's use of Pankration that pissed her off the most. Of course, he has to use the wrestling style based entirely on the user's strength, the one style that I could never match him in? Midnight scathed internally. Of course, all this left her two options: her Quirk and hopefully distracting Phantom through her other means. She chose both.

"OUCH! That's no way to treat a lady is it?" Midnight said as sultry as possible while pressing her body back against Phantom's, alleviating some of the pain in her arm and hopefully distracting Phantom, giving her room to escape. While she moved, she released a little bit of her quirk, releasing just enough that it should knock out Phantom, but dissipate before it reached Aizawa, who was still doing his best just not to blink. Nemuri would have no such luck though.

"Eww. Gross. I'm seventeen, Lady." Phantom coldly remarked, still wide awake as ever, her quirk seeming to not affect him. "And from what I've read, your quirk only works on people that have to breathe." Phantom stated. Nemuri however, didn't get a chance to react to the boy's comment, as the boy followed ancient Pankration form, namely, beating the ever-living crap out of your opponents while you have them down.

Nemuri's vision swam as the boy's fist that wasn't holding her arm connected with the side of her head from behind. Feeling him release her arm as she fell off her knees and over onto her side, Nemuri forced her aching body to roll over, fighting off the urge to pass-out then and there.

Turning, she managed to roll over in just enough time to watch the boy standing over her's expression suddenly change to one of shock as his eyes flung open wide, before vanishing in a puff of smoke moments later.

Danny knew he'd been caught as soon as the lady holding the body he was cohabitating currently mention the color of the cat's eyes and saw how the members of the family who's the house he was crashing expression's change to dread as they locked eyes with what Danny assumed where his own glowing green ones where the cat's brown eyes should have been.

WHELP. SHIT. Danny thought, as he mentally cursed himself for being an idiot. His instincts, which had up until this point had been screaming for him to stay at this house despite the risks, had betrayed him and were now insisting very impolitely that he get the hell out of here. Danny, of course, pulled the escape method he so often used: the bait and switch.

Flinging a duplicate out of the cat's body to deal with the heroes who'd burst in on him, the real Danny remained still, hidden in the cat. Waiting until the heroes were focused on what they assumed to be a powerless Phantom, as he watched his duplicate slam headfirst into the wall it'd probably tried to fly through- God. Do I always act that stupid? Danny thought as he watched the other him pick himself up off the floor like a fool- before sprinting out the door in the cat's body hoping to put as much distance between himself and the heroes as possible.

As soon as he was out of the room with all the heroes, he shed the cat's body and shifted to his Phantom form. After giving the cat a quick "Thanks for letting me hitch a ride" / "Sorry for possessing you" pat atop its head, Danny grabbed his back-pack, hidden intangibly under the floor by the sliding door, and flew intangibly through the door and into the night.

That was too close! Danny thought as he thought over the events of the night. Of course, Danny's relief didn't last very long. No, Murphy would never allow him such a clean escape.

"PHANTOM! HELP!" He heard the unmistakable sound of Izuku's voice ring out through the streets, his core launching once again into its mantra of PROTECT. PROTECT. PROTECT.

"PHANTOM HURRY! IT'S THE SLIME MONSTER! HE GOT OUT!"

"I'm coming, Izuku! Hold on!" He shouted into the night, as he pumped more and more power into flying fast and faster, back towards the neighborhood he'd just left behind.

"HELP!" Izuku's voice rang out from an alley just on the edge of the Neighborhood. Phantom, fearing his young friend was in danger, dove straight in.

"I'm here! Where are you?" Danny shouted in a panicked voice as he dove down into the alleyway, searching for his friend in danger. As he felt his feet come to rest on the floor of the alleyway, it immediately became clear something was off. The alleyway was empty. No slime monsters. No Izuku Midoriya.

"Gotcha" he heard Izuku's voice behind him. Turning to face the boy, Danny was not met with the sight of a short, green-haired boy who he'd managed to befriend in his time in this strange world.

Standing under the pale moonlight in the entrance of the alleyway was Hitoshi Shinso, a mechanical-looking mask covering his face. Danny watched as the boy reached up, twisting a knob on his mask. Then Shinso spoke again.

"Always take down the master copy." Danny heard his own voice spoken back to him.

Hizashi Yamada was not having a good day. So far, he'd fought needlessly with his husband, his son had been attacked by a monster and then snitched on him to his husband, he just watched his cat exploded limbs and punch his friend in the face, and now he was watching helplessly while Phantom beat the shit out of his other friend, knocking him out with a brutal knee.

His quirk was useless in close quarters like this. Sure, he'd absolutely wreck the teen intruding in his house if he threw out a shout, but he'd also make every one of his friends and husband permanently lose their hearing and would probably take a wall of his home out as well. He was already in trouble with his husband over the telling Shinso sensitive information thing, and he'd be sleeping out on the couch for a year if he did a little freestyle demolition of their home.

And unlike Midnight, he was a ranged fighter, he didn't stand a chance against Phantom, who evidently knew some sort of crazy martial art based on how fast he'd taken down Ectoplasm, and the fearlessness in his eyes as he stared down Midnight.

So, when Shinso grabbed his arm and pulled him from the room, he complied with the boy's urgency, even if he was confused as to why the boy was currently so insistent on getting him out of the room. He was even more confused as Shinso pulled him back into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Dad. I'll explain later, but do you have the video I sent you on my first day of being in the Heroics course?" his son asked. Why he needed to know, Hizashi had no clue, but the urgency in the boy's voice meant that he didn't question its importance.

"Of course, I do! Why wouldn't I have one of my most proud moments saved to my camera roll?" Hizashi explained, as of course, he had the video. That video of Shinso and Tenya Iida casually sparring, taken by one Midoriya Izuku who had wanted video footage of Shinso's fighting style so that he could later analyze it and add more data to Shinso's page in his notebooks, had alleviated the fear Hizashi's heart had felt at the idea that the other students wouldn't take kindly to someone with a quirk like Shinso's.

Of course, being filmed by the excitable Midoriya Izuku, the video was beyond shaky as the boy jumped and cheered his friends on in their match, then switching to almost three full minutes of nothing but Midoriya's shoes as the boy rambled on and on about Shinso's fighting abilities and potential uses of his quirk, forgetting the fact that he'd been recording in his rambling/analyzing state the boy often fell into.

Shinso grabbed the phone from Hizashi's hand as he pulled it from the pocket of his coat and offered it to his son. No sooner than Hitoshi had it in his hands, he took off to his room, leaving Hizashi stunned at the entire strange encounter he'd just had. Of course, his confusion only grew as his son emerged from his room holding a metal object Hizashi knew quite well. He'd helped design it after all.

Shinso was holding his Artificial Vocal Cords. A mask that utilized shifting metal plates to alter the sound of Shinso's voice, and that allowed him to copy the voices of those Shinso recorded into the mask. Shinso held the mask gingerly, as if afraid that dropping it would bring a sudden end to the world.

Hizashi, a hero based off sound as well and with an extensive history in music and sound design as well, had done a large amount of consulting with the support company that had designed it, and while a lot of that job was just serving as a test dummy while they figured out the extent and limitations of his boy's quirk, he'd also been the one to recommend the metal plates when they realized his son's quirk didn't work through speakers.

Watching as his son played the video into the mask's microphone, he knew logically that his son was copying one of the voices from the video into the mask, but he couldn't quite figure out why. Phantom clearly knew about Shinso's quirk and the mask only held to trick and confuse unwitting enemies. It didn't make sense. Phantom was never going to fall for a trick he could see coming.

The sound of the sliding door opening and shoes hitting the ground pulled him out of his ponderance. Hizashi, still as confused as to what's going on, wasn't confused enough not to follow. He watched as his son's form disappeared over their fence, following and climbing over the fence before launching himself over the side before continuing to follow his son until he ducked into an alleyway.

Rounding the corner into the Alleyway himself, he ran into his son, who'd stopped. Turning towards him, Shinso drew his hands away from where they'd been on his face, showcasing the black metal of the mask now sitting in the place where his son's mouth had been and Hizashi remembered how much he hated that mask. The damn thing looked like a muzzle.

Hizashi had seen the case file on his son from the orphanage they'd chosen him from. He'd seen the pictures of his son, before he'd been in the orphanage, with his parents who he'd been taken away from. The parents who had muzzled him. Shinso had been too young to remember it thankfully, but the photo's Hizashi had seen, and which Shinso would never see, were burned into his mind forever.

All Hizashi's life, people had joked about muzzling him because of his quirk, and because of how early he had developed it. Thankfully Hizashi's parents had never even entertained the idea, even listening to all the "concerts" he put on as a child, and had even put him through expensive music lessons even though they themselves weren't that well off.

Hizashi's parents loved him more than he could ever appreciate, but the thought had always nagged him. What if they hadn't? What if they'd listened to everyone around them and just muzzled him? It's why Hizashi had known Shinso was the only kid for them as soon as he'd read the case file and seen his photos.

Hizashi had been scared of that very thing happening to him all his life… to see a kid going through it? Hizashi had sworn at that moment he'd make sure Shinso never had to fear being forced into another muzzle in his life, that he'd be just as good, or better, to the boy than his parents had been to him. He HAD to.

Seeing the mask covering the boy's face… seeing the harsh shape over his son's mouth, he couldn't help but be reminded of the little boy in the case file photo, crying as he'd pulled at the cage over his mouth while the parents who'd brought that pain upon him smiled.

"Quick! Dad! Hide!" Shinso's voice interrupted his thinking, and he noticed the boy was now hiding against the wall of the alley, pointing to the dumpster across from him. Shinso's voice from behind the mask made it hurt all the more, but he listened all the same, darting behind the dumpster and making himself as small as possible. He may not know what they were hiding from or why they were hiding at all, but whatever the reason, it was clear Shinso had a plan for what was about to happen. Nodding to Shinso as he got into position, he watched his son reach up to the side of his mask, taking in a deep breath as he did.

"PHANTOM! HELP!" The voice of Midoriya Izuku screamed from where his son sat across the alleyway. Hizashi sat stunned, as the raw FEAR in the voice his son screamed out. He hated it. Before he could question what was going on, his son yelled again.

"PHANTOM HURRY! IT'S THE SLIME MONSTER! HE GOT OUT!" Shinso screamed at the top of his lungs, the plates in his mask distorting it for a result of a terrified Izuku Midoriya. The thought of Izuku in a situation where he was calling out like that, for some reason, bothered Hizashi deeply.

"I'm coming, Izuku! Hold on!" The unmistakable, and terrified, voice of Phantom called back quietly as if it were a great distance farther their house down the street, where Phantom was likely still fighting his husband and Midnight, and from the wrong direction.

But that didn't make sense. How could Phantom have gotten so far away so quickly? He'd still been in the room as Hizashi had run out, and from the sound of it, the vigilante was FAR away currently.

"HELP!" His son called out again, and this time, the response a few seconds later was much closer.

"I'm here! Where are you?" Phantom called out from directly above the alley, startling Hizashi with how close the voice was to his hiding position. Hizashi watched as the white-headed man floated down, his feet gently touching down into the alley way, before turning in a circle in the alleyway, trying to spot the source of Izuku's voice. He watched as his son slipped out from behind the trash can he's been hiding behind and into the opening of the alley way, too which Phantom currently had his back turned.

"Gotcha" The voice of Midoriya Izuku spoke from his son, Phantom's head whipping around to find the boy. Phantom's eyes went from panic over the potential fate of Izuku, to fear as he realized Izuku was nowhere to be found. Hizashi watched as his son turned a knob on his mask and spoke to the boy down the alley from him.

"Always take down the master copy." Phantom's own voice came from where his son was standing, and he watched Phantom's expression drop and his whole body tense. Phantom sprung into action, bending his legs as if he were about to jump and take off, but he was stopped with one word from Shinso.

"Stop," Shinso ordered Phantom's body jerking and locking up as Shinso's quirk activated. "Power Down, and drop the duplicate at the house," Shinso ordered again, and Hizashi had to shield his eyes from the bright glowing rings that suddenly appeared and traveled down the vigilante's body. Where Phantom had stood, was now a dark-haired teenager, absolutely glowering at Shinso.

"Now, get on the ground, hands behind your back." Shinso approached Phantom, standing mere feet away as the other boy got down to his knees, before laying down fully and complying with Shinso's orders, shaking with anger but unable to ignore the commands from Shinso's quirk.

"Sleep" Shinso commanded once again, not willing to take the chance a conscious Phantom found some other way around his quirk's powers, and the boy's head immediately lolled over to the side, knocked out cold.

"Can you cuff him, please? He's asleep for now, but not telling how dangerous he'll be when he wakes up" Shinso looked at Hizashi, who realized he was still hiding behind the dumpster, having been too transfixed by what was going on to move. Shinso moved out of the way as Hizashi hurried over, and while Hizashi couldn't be sure due to the mask, his son was clearly grinning under the mask.

Present Mic once again found a reason to dislike the mask. Between the mischievous grin his son was almost certainly wearing, the scary plan of using someone else's voice against his opponent, and the terrifying metal mask he wore, Hizashi couldn't help but be terrified at the thought of "What if Shinso had been a villain?". The mask made his son, his cute baby boy, look dangerous, and Hizashi Yamada didn't like it one bit.

Taking the power cuffs out of his pocket, he bent over and applied a pair to the boy's wrists, and then another pair to his ankles remembering the vision of Ectoplasm's face crunching into one of those knees. He waited for a second, waiting to see if Phantom would have another adverse reaction to the cuffs, as he had to his husband's quirk. From what he had heard from his husband… it hadn't been pretty.

Luckily, however, the boy remained motionless on the ground with no sign of screaming or pain to be found. Stepping back, Yamada was surprised as he was suddenly wrapped up into a hug by his son.

"YEAH! We got him!" Hizashi was filled with pride as his son uncharacteristically cheered as he hugged his dad. Shinso then pulled away slightly and breathed out a massive sigh.

"Whew. I had no clue whether or not that would work. When I tried that earlier tonight Phantom just laughed and vanished with a puff of smoke." Shinso exclaimed, and Yamada felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead.

"YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHETHER OR NOT THAT WOULD WORK!?" Hizashi yelled as he realized his son had gone in and potentially risked his life on nothing but a chance that it would work. Thought of what Phantom might've done to him if Shinso's quirk hadn't brought him down without any violence flooded his mind.

"ALSO! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? HOW DID YOU KNOW PHANTOM HAS ESCAPED ALREADY?" Hizashi screeched as he remembered just how many questions, he had about what had just happened. Shinso froze just a little before sheepishly responding.

"I was trying to tell you guys earlier, but then everything happened and… well, when Phantom fought the slime villain and had grabbed Izuku… I tried my quirk on him then, and it didn't work." Shinso explained while rubbing his neck.

"Turns out, Phantom-" he gestured to the boy's downed form, "can duplicate himself. The Phantom I tried to control earlier was a copy, and the original -who must have been hiding nearby invisibly or something- Phantom kicked me out of the copy's head. He then grabbed Midoriya and told me that if I went against someone who could copy themselves, that I should make sure I got the original." Shinso continued his explanation, and Yamada was floored as he added duplication to the growing list of powers, he'd heard Phantom might possess, the sheer length of which was slightly scary to the man.

"So, when Midnight was attacked, I found it suspicious that we got Phantom trapped in the room so easily. It was too easy. But then I saw Missile Launcher run out of the room and her eyes were still green, and I knew that we were chasing the wrong Phantom. Phantom's good at escaping. I don't think anyone would deny he's one of the smartest villains we've seen in a long time based on how quickly he adapts in battle, so I knew I'd have to trick him." Shinso explained, but Hizashi was still confused as to one part.

"But why Izuku's voice?" Hizashi asked, confused as to how Shinso knew that Phantom would come to Izuku's calls for help, and why Phantom was so concerned with the boy in the first place. Hizashi did not like his son's answer.

"Phantom…" He trailed off as he tried to explain. "oddly concerned about Izuku. The first thing Phantom did when he fell through that other villain's portal was protect Izuku, and then he fought All-Might over Izuku, and then he protects Izuku from the slime villain, then he abducts Izuku to talk to him but doesn't harm a hair on his head. Phantom has some sort of connection…" he paused as Shinso was explaining his logic as he thought it through.

"or some sort of weird obsession with Izuku." Shinso spat the word out as he tried to figure out why Phantom seemed to care so much about Izuku in particular. "He hadn't gotten involved with any other members of 1-A at the USJ. He hadn't stayed and talked to anyone else he had saved while posing as a vigilante. And now he shows up at our house, where the only hero to fight him away from Izuku lives…" Shinso was rambling at this point.

"So what? You think that he's some sort of Yandere for Izuku or something?" Yamada asked, embarrassed that he even had to say something that sounded that ridiculous out loud, but it was the only option that immediately made sense to him, though perhaps that was due to recently reading a few of the "Sixty Shades of White" audio-books recently.

"No... Thankfully I don't think it's that" Shinso said with a shudder at the thought, glancing down at the still immobile boy on the ground.

"We thought that Phantom was pretending to be a vigilante to get the heroes to trust him so that he could attack them when their guard is down… but what if we were only half right?" Shinso challenged his father, who wasn't quite following along yet.

"Izuku has either been the target of, or involved with at least 3 villain attacks within the last month. Now Phantom is showing up and getting buddy-buddy with Izuku, trying to earn his trust by protecting him and acting like a vigilante. It's just… what if, instead of going after heroes as we thought, he's going after Izuku." Shinso pondered aloud to his father.

"But why Izuku? Why all of the students and heroes… why him?" Hizashi asked. What Shinso was saying… it made sense. Izuku seemed to be involved in every major public appearance of Phantom, and Phantom had come running at the possibility that Izuku had gotten hurt. But why did he? Hizashi couldn't think of a single reason that Izuku Midoriya would be special to Phantom. Then his phone rang in his coat pocket, looking at the contact info, he paled as he realized it was his husband, who he'd forgotten about in the excitement of the last five minutes.

"Shota! Are you okay?" He spoke into the phone as he answered his husband's call and whipped it up to his ear.

"We're fine, but Phantom got away. Where are you, and where's Shinso?" Aizawa questioned him, worried over the disappearance of Phantom while his husband and son were nowhere to be found.

"Oh umm… about that… Shinso captured Phantom. We've got him here on the ground in the alleyway at the corner of the block." Hizashi answered his questions and was met with a pause on the other side of the line.

"You mean I missed my son's first villain take-down?" Aizawa asked. Seeing Shinso take down his first bad guy had been his dream ever since he'd started training with his son full time… and he missed it.

"Whatever you big baby, just get the police down here as soon as you can. Got to go, love you, bye." Hizashi ended the call before his husband could trap him in a wallowing rant, which he sensed coming based on the other man's tone. As he hung up, the phone app minimized and brought back up the video that his phone was playing earlier, right in the middle of Izuku's analysis of Shinso's weaknesses in combat. Shinso's gasp a few seconds later scared him, but what he said next did moreso.

"Izuku's notebooks!" Shinso almost shouted. "He's been analyzing every major and minor hero and every villain he's come across or seen on TV for years. Strengths, weaknesses, quirk limitations, personality, plans to take them down if they're villains and plans to subdue in case a hero goes rogue! I met him a week ago and my section is four pages long! If a villain got a hold of one of those notebooks…" Shinso trailed off, his eyes wide as he looked as his father, who shared his panicked look.

"They could bring down every hero in Musutafu." Yamada whispered his terrifying realization.