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Everything clicked. The scars, the fearful eyes...

Shouta promptly did what anyone else would have done in an empty store with his mysterious coworker's secret just spilled over his eyes; "What the fuck Hikari!" He yelled, standing up from his seat. For the first time in a while, Aizawa felt shock run through his veins.

Kai, who was in the doorway, froze like a deer in headlights. She didn't know he knew. She slowly turned, almost robotically, to Aizawa with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Izuku simply laughed. He knew something like this would happen. Kai's hands tightened, and her expression turned deadly. She went from flabbergasted to murderous in seconds. She looked ready to pounce and kill.

Izuku just laughed louder.

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"-and if you even THINK of telling ANYONE at all I will stick this FORKdown YOUR THROAT-"

Kai sighed and took the fork from Eri's grasp, "Eri, no threatening people. We already spoke about this."

Eri gasped dramatically like she was offended, putting a hand to her heart as she leaned back, "How dare you!" She huffed, "Shouldn't you be on my side?!"

Shouta... didn't understand what was happening. All he knew was he was no longer in the now-closed restaurant and was upstairs, where Eri and Izuku lived while standing in the middle of a kitchen with a little girl threatening him with a fork. Not to mention a tall blueberry and a literally missing person from a closed case. It was a wonder, how after all of these years, Izuku was still alive. Usually, the longer someone is missing, the more likely they are to turn up dead. And considering the scars, it probably led him very close to death. That alone made Aizawa wince, just what has this kid been through, and then what kind of PTSD did he live through by living through it? Eri, the little girl, turned to Aizawa and growled.

What was his life now? Why did she growl?

And was it bad that he was actually a little scared of this child?

"Eri, calm down. He won't tell anyone anyways!" Izuku cheered, taking a sip of coffee. He stood in front of the door that led downstairs to the restaurant. He was a smart kid. He was keeping Aizawa in place, like a pawn. Izuku smiled at him, but it felt to have a double meaning. It was like when a cat corners a mouse. And Aizawa was definitely cornered. The kid was blocking his only safe exit, so Aizawa couldn't make a break for it.

"I won't?" Shouta asked, to be completely honest he was ready to go and tell Nezu. Who wouldn't? That would be sure to help Izuku's case file, help track down who did such a thing to him, and would even promote Shouta. Hopefully. Please, he needs the money.

Izuku let out a glare, bringing his arms down to his sides, "I'll tell Nezu on my own terms." He hummed, a smile on his face and eyes closed. "Plus I want him to find out, it's amusing how hard he is trying." Nezu has spent hours on Hikari's case. Hours. Probably even days. Aizawa wouldn't be surprised if it was weeks or months, as Nezu always seems to be thirty steps ahead.

Aizawa's eyebrows creased, "But it isn't safe for you to even be a vigilante, let alone be a child."

"I'm not a kid."

"Yes, you are."

Izuku sighed and leaned against the wall, "Fine fine! But I've been doing this for two years, I'm not stopping now."

Shouta groaned: he really should tell Nezu, shouldn't he? Two years? And being a kid while doing it? Aizawa could smell the problems on this child. But that also made him wonder. What was he doing before he was a vigilante? Was he out having fun, as a kid should do? Or... was it possible he was still wherever he was taken to?

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