Three days.

Three days.

That was how long it took to bring Eri into Inko Midoriya's custody from the Hero Comission.

Slimy bastards.

Ingemium--Izuku did not shriek when he saw him he did not--and Koichi had helped loads, what with their legal team and huge influence.

(Izuku still owed Haimawari some curry and Inko wasn't allowed to make it.)

Izuku had--at first--debated asking Momo if she could help, but decided against it. His freinds didn't need to help out, they had their own problems, Midoriya knew that.

All Might wanted to lend a hand, but again, Izuku decided not to accept the offer. A part of it, was due to Inko, they already had a whole group helping after all.

The Hero Comission put up a good--or horrible, depends--they argued that Eri would make a great hero, and even offered up a brochure.

It displayed pictures of kids happy and playful, using quirks and training.

Yagi spotted it on a visit, and called them out. He had visited the facility once, and it was awful. Little kids--not even middle school age--were being put through rigorous training, and the Commision Officer that had been touring him seemed almost... proud of himself.

His mother was disgusted, and promptly threw away the brochure.

It had promised lies, and she wanted no part in that.

Now, Eri looked up at him, the smile that was displayed proudly on his face hadn't been reciprocated.

They tried everything. Tickle fights--something that made her tense, something they did not want--Katsudon--she liked it, but alas, no smile--things kid Izuku--or any kid really--would've liked.

They were getting worried now.

"Izuku dear!" His mom called.

"Coming!" He turned to leave, but glanced at Eri and flsahed her a quick smile.

Midoriya found his mom in her bedroom, and as he walked through the door, he spotted a wooden frame, face down.

"Izuku, there you are. Now I'll have to go, Mitsuki and I need to buy Eri some more cloth--" She spotted his wistful gaze, and followed it.

"Oh, dear..." She walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulder. He looked at her in trepidation and grief, "I know how hard it is, but he's here okay?" She says. Firm and reassuring.

The boy manages a nod, and a smile--even if it was forced.

She smiled uncertainly, and said, "Well then, you take care of the house now dear. I'll be back by nine."

The boy nodded.

His mother walked out the door, and Izuku felt himself slouch.

It was... difficult, being reminded of that. But he was fine.

Eri crawled to him, an inquisitive look on her face, as she held out a comic book questioningly.

"Do you know how to read Eri?" Midoriya asked.

The girl shook her head, noticeably deflating.

Izuku felt a pang of anger, but pushed it back.

"All right then! How about I teach you?" He offered.

"Woah Izuku-nii-san!" She gasped, her red eyes twinkling as Izuku flipped open 'All Might Chronicles Volume 13' and started with some basic Hiragana.

After a few hours, they had managed to spread out one of Izuku's notebooks, and a few pens out.

Eri had been practicing Handakuon for two hours now, with Izuku dictating to her various characters.

"'Pu' Eri?" He asked. She jotted down a ぷ .

Izuku looked it over and smiled. She had gotten most of the basic characters down, and while they had yet to go over proper sentence structure, she had taken to it like a fish in water.

Eri was smart, and Izuku was proud.

#ProudDad

As he called out another character, his phone rang, and the classic All Might theme started playing.

A familiar, high pitched voice came through as Izuku put the phone to his ear, "hello Izuku-Kun!" It said.

"T--Tomo-Chan? Did you steal Momo's phone?" He asked, teasingly.

Eri turned her head to him, confused.

Izuku smiled at her, as he continued to listen to his phone. A giggle.

Then footsteps.

"Hello? Izuku?" A new voice entered the fray, Momo.

"Yep?"

Laughter rang out in his ears.

"Would you per chance, be available to visit the Compound? Imouto wants to see her 'Hero' again."

The boy's ears turned red, but chuckled nonetheless, when he heard Tomo's giggling.

"Could I bring someone over? Tomo-chan might enjoy her company." He asked.

"I don't really see why not. I'll have the maids prepare tea. Any preferences?" Momo asked, unkowingly reminding Izuku of the social gap between them.

"U--uh, not really no."

"All right, The Earl Grey will do then!" She exclaimed. "Goodbye Izuku."

Tomo chimed in with a "Bye Izuku-kun!".

"Okay, see you in a bit." He beamed at the bluenette in front of him.

Izuku was still a little nervous.

He fingered a strap on his garrish yellow bakpack.

Momo's house was intimidating okay? He sighed, as Eri held his hand in slight trepidation.

Like before, he pressed the buzzer, and like last time, Auntie Marina's voice came through. "Is that you Izuku? Momo did say you were going to be arriving."

"Yup, It's me Au--Auntie Marina!" He announced in confirmation.

She giggled, before it cut out and the gate opened.

"Well then Eri, let's go!" Izuku said, enthusiastic.

Eri, "M--mhm"ed, and started walking towards the door.

Once they reached it, which, like the rest of the house, was huge, Izuku laid a tentative hand on the knocker, and pulled it back.

He let it drop, and put his hand to the side as the door made a hard knocking sound.

It opened up, and a Maid greeted them. She bowed low, and wordlessly beckoned at them.

With wide eyes and hesitant steps, the two made their way deeper into--what was essentially, a mansion.

The woman led them through the halls, and as the three passed by paintings, Eri asked Izuku about them.

She asked about Japanese and English paintings, and Izuku did his best to explain.

She pointed to one of a dragon, with a ship upon it's back, in the stormy sea.

"What's that?" The little girl questioned, as Izuku looked at the detailed replica.

"It's the 'Kegon engi emaki', Eri. It's about a woman who fell in love with a monk." He explained, as they slowed to a stop, and the Maid, looked at Eri with fond eyes.

The girl looked at him, confused. "Why is there a dragon then?"

"Well, Eri. See, when the woman told the monk she loved him, he said no." Izuku continued.

"Why? Did he not like her?" The blunette wondered, all furrowed brows and frowns.

"Ah, no. It was his religion, he couldn't love her because he was studying to be a monk, which is someone who--er--prays alot." He remarked, leaning down a bit.

The maid let out a stifled giggle. And the duo turned to her, she looked at them, apologetic.

"Sorry Sir, My Lady." She said, her head down.

Izuku waved his arms about, "It's fine! You don't have to call me sir either! Uh," He calmed down, putting his arms to his side. "What's your name?" Izuku asked, bowing. "Midoriya, Izuku, at your service! This is Eri!" The girl bowed, somewhat shyly.

"Um," She blanched, looking unused to this kind of treatment--at least from guests--she worked her face to a warm smile, genuine, it seemed. "My name is Chidori, Fuka! I--I'll be at your service today." She--Fuka, bowed, just as low, albeit much more stiffly.

She rose, and cleared her throat. Fuka looked away a bit, awkward.

"Uh--um. So! Eri!" Izuku exclaimed, in a bid for the release of tension. He gestured to the painting, "When the monk finished studying, the woman, was studdying Buddhism as well, and the man wanted to go back to Korea."

Eri turned to the painting again.

"So, when the woman heard about it, she grabbed her Buddhist--er--things, and ran to the ship that would take that man home."

"Did she make it?" Eri asked.

"Erhm, no. It was too late, so she threw her Buddhist things into the water, and jumped in. Can you guess what happened?"

The girl shook her head.

"She jumped into the water and her whole body turned into that dragon!" Izuku exclaimed, as he held his arms out in a goofy pose.

Chidori giggled, and Izuku smiled at her.

Eri just looked confused.

"Why?" She asked, tilting her head.

"She did it to protect the boat, because there was a hu~uge," He drew the word out and held his arms wide open. "Storm, coming!"

"So... she's like you?" Eri remarked, inquiringly.

Now, it was Izuku's turn to look confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, i--if she wanted to protect him, than isn't she a Hero?" The girl let out, slowly. Izuku nodded, still perplexed.

"And you saved m--me! So--So you're my Hero Izuku-nii-san!" She exclaimed, a fist raised, and a determined expression upon her face.

Midoriya felt his heart clench, and Fuka barely held in a coo.

Izuku hugged Eri, the little girl. His sister.

"Love you Imouto." He said, simply holding her tighter.

She just hugged back, and Izuku lifted her up again.

Chidori, the maid, led them forward. With the awkward air gone, she talked freely.

"So, you're here for Tomo-Sama?" She asked, as they walked.

"Yup," He chuckled, "I'm honestly a little embarassed with my clothes." Izuku said, gesturing a little to his タキシード(tuxedo) shirt.

"That's fine!" Fuka said, My Sirs and My Ladies appreciate humor."

Midoriya chuckled, sheepish. "I've never really seen Maids or Butlers outside some anime." He admitted.

Chidori giggled, "Well, that's true. But My Sirs and My Ladies are very busy. Unlike the usual setup, My Lady is in charge, but both run the company."

"So, who's usually at home?" Izuku asked.

"My Sir, he takes care of My Lady Momo, My Lady Tomo and S--JoMei-Sama. Not so much the chores of course."

"Who's JoMei-Sama?" He asked, curious.

"Oh, he's Lady Momo's older brother. He likes being called JoMei, but he might be a little protective of his Imoutos." She warned.

They turned a corner, and she bowed.

"This is where I'll leave you, thank you Midoriya-Sama." She held out a hand, towards a large oaken door.

Izuku sets his sister down, and she grasp hid hand tight.

"Thank you for taking care of us!" He said, as he pushed the door open, as gently as he could.

Midoriya is met with a scream of, "Izuku-San!" and a small something collides with his chest.

He caught Tomo, and held her up with one arm.

She giggled as she was set down, and then...

Tomo spotted Eri, and her eyes lit up.

"Hello! I'm Tomo! What's your name?!" She exclaims, clearly excited.

Eri, looks nervous, so she looks to Izuku.

Her brother shoots her a grin, and she introduces herself. "I--im Midoriya, Eri! Ni--nice to meet you Tomo-chan!"

The brunette giggles, and drags Eri to a spot in the...living room? Which was somehow bigger than the apartment?

"Ah! Izuku!" Yaoyorozu calls from the--huge--couch. She had notebooks and loose leafs sprawled across a--massive--coffee table.

Momo pat the spot beside her, and Izuku obliged.

She was apparently working on her suit, judging from the sketches.

Midoriya rolled the bag off his back, and set it down.

He glanced at the sketches.

One looked, way too revealing.

Izuku cleared his throat, and offered his help.

Momo looked suprised, but agreed.

Midoriya zipped open his bag, and placed his burnt Hero Analysis For The Future Vol. 13 on an empty corner.

"I've been drawing a blank so far, honestly." She admitted. "I could go more revealing but they already rejected my last design."

"Huh, do you... want me to take over?" He asked.

Her eyes lit up, "could I do the same to yours?" She offered.

Izuku's eyes widened, but said yes nonetheless. "Uh, sure."

She picked up a pencil and grabbed the notebook, eagerly flipping through it.

Her eyes widened when she saw an analysis of Iida, and flicked through to her page.

Momo was awed at the many applications of her quirk. So many she hadn't even realized.

Izuku noticed, and wordlessly ripped the pages out, along with a drawing of her. He placed it in between two pages and pat it gently.

"You don't have to..." Momo said, but she was greatful, and it showed on her flawless face.

Midoriya just grinned.

The two worked on each others hero costumes, and just like that, the room was filled with a cacophany of girlish giggles, and the sounds of pencil to paper.

After a few minutes, Momo asked Izuku why he had never mentioned Eri until now.

He responded with, "She's recently adopted."

Yaoyorozu asked Izuku, teasingly, "Did you save her too?"

"U--um, y--yeah." He stuttered out.

The girl's eyes widened, and as they sketched, Izuku explained, everything.

The fact that he had supposedly fought a Yakuza member was a suprise to both of them.

"...Now that we've finally got custody of her, mom's decided to buy more clothes. So she won't be back until nine", he finished.

"So what have you been doing with her?" She asked.

"Just, trying to get her to smile. And studying."

Momo looks at him, curious. "Studying what?"

Izuku looks down, and sighs. "She doesn't know how to read Momo, and right now I'm not sure If I have time. The sports fest is right around the corner and I wish I could just take time and teach her everything. To smile and laugh and giggle like a normal kid. To not be afraid of her quirk..." He grips the pencil tighter in his hand.

Then, he feels a hand at his shoulder.

"Why don't I help you?" Momo says, a determined smile on her face.

"I can't as--"

"No, I want to help Izuku. We haven't known each other for very long, but we're freinds and admittedly..." She looks embarassed, "I don't have any friends to splurge on."

"Huh?"

Momo flushed, quickly looking away. "I--I want to support the economy!" She huffed.

The tension released, and Izuku let out a lighthearted laugh.

After a few moments, Momo did too.

And soon, everyone but Eri was smiling, all for different reasons, but smiling nonetheless.

"All right, Momo. I don't think I could stop you." He admitted, and leaned back. He set the pencil down and gestured to the sketch.

It was a quick, and hasty one, but it was detailed.

The girl beside him smiled.

"Your designer is probably a pervert. Maybe ask Aizawa for another one?" He suggested.

"Thank you Izuku." She set down Midoriya's notebook, and asked him how it was.

"I saw your notes about a mask and reinforced kneepads but don't know what to do, besides that. I'm really sorry." Momo said, apologetic.

Izuku waved his hands, "what? You don't really have to! It looks amazing Momo!"

"Thank you, Izuku." She said.

He just grinned.

A creak, and the door opened.

With a jovial shout of, "I've got cookies!" What Izuku assumed to be Momo's father walked in.

He was silver haired. But like them, had black eyes, and fair skin.

He walked to the table, setting down the tray and wiping his hands on a flowery apron.

He grinned down at Izuku, and greeted him with a shake of the hand and an exclamation of, "Hello Izuku! How are you?"

"I'm fine sir, thank you."

Momo shook her head, "Tou-San! You forgot to introduce yourself!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, Mo-Chan! The name's Yaoyorozu, Mijuku!"

Another creak, and the door opened once more. His time, to Marina Yaoyorozu.

"Ah, Izuku dear. Did Mijuku make a fool of himself again?"

"U--uh, he was fine!" Izuku said, rushing to defend the #StayAtHomeDad.

Mijuku gave him an impressed smile. "I like this kid."

"As far as I'm concerned, you are the kid." She shot back.

"I--is this normal?" He whispered to Momo, a little taken aback.

"Oh, yes. This is how they love each other. Romantic isn't?"

She suddenly slapped her hand to her forehead.

"Uhm..."

"I forgot the tea!" She exclaimed, and ran out of the room.

A few moments pass, as the two children bickered, and the actual children drew.

"Oh, Izuku dear this is perfect. We have a few words we need to say... it concerns our daughter." Marina said turning to him, as she smiled a hint sadistically.

Midoriya allowed himself to gulp down his fear.

"So, Izuku. What do you think of our daughter?" Marina asked, the tiniest warning embedded within.

"O--oh, she's an amazing friend! Smart, and beautiful. The amount of skin she needs to use for her quirk is unfortunate however, so we've worked on them and I think this design's much better!" He pointed with the pencil and tapped the page with Momo's suit.

"I think, the fact that you hadn't looked below eye level is impressive enough, huh?" Mijuku suggested, an eyebrow raised.

He no longer had that goofy smile, and in circumstance, looked threatening as fuck... Especially with the flower apron.

Izuku inclined his head to the side. Like a puppy, "Why would I want to do that?"he said, in a moment of genuine confusion.

With that statement, the intense atmosphere they had exuded, dissapeared.

Marina clapped her hands and giggled. "Perfect!"

"Pe--perfect for what?" Midoriya asked, still reeling from the quick 180.

"Nothing, Izu-kun." Mijuku said dismissively.

The door creaked open and Momo walked in, a tea trolley in tow.

It was a pleasant evening in the Yaoyorozu Compound, but behind closed doors...

"What do you report, Chidori?" A man asked, his face concealed by shadow.

"He was extremely pleasant! Sir Midoriya was also respectful and intelligent."

"No, I mean... what is there to incriminate him?" The man leaned in, and a shock of messy, black hair, with strands of silver turned visible.

"I don't think..." The maid looked perplexed.

A creak of wood, and the flick of the lightswitch revealed a spacious bedroom, and the black eyes of a twenty-something year old.

Marina was at the door.

"Jo-kun! You have too much of a SisCom! If you were actually there..." She walked towards the bed. "You would have seen a perfectly behaved teenager who I think, is good enough for Mo-chan!"

"But--!" He started, but Marina pinched his ear, and Chidori giggled.

"No buts! Oh," She turned to Fuka, and said, "call the others dear, we're eating soon and Mijuku can't handle everything."

Chidori bowed, and smiled fondly.

Yes, it was, an all in all perfectly pleasant evening in the Yaoyorozu Compound.