Waking up with no idea where he was for the second time in one day had not been on the agenda for Izuku so he was definitely less than happy about it. Thankfully, the beeping that was starting to get on his nerves that was coming from two different parts of the room was sort of a give away.
"Hey, Nerd, you awake yet?" 'Kacchan? What is he doing here?'
"No." Izuku grimaced as he opened his eyes and quickly shut them again at the bright light. "Can someone turn off that light?"
"I've got it." 'Was that Uncle Mirai?'
Izuku braved opening his eyes again and things started to click in place. Sort of. Kacchan was in the bed to the left of him hooked up to similar machines to that of Izuku. On the other side of Izuku were three occupied chairs. The first was a man that seemed familiar but the fog in Izuku's brain made it hard to remember why. His hands were stained with ink and he wasn't really paying much attention to Izuku, more focused on the tablet in his hands. The second was his Uncle Mirai though it took a moment for that fact to register. As he noted the last chair occupant, his mother, he wondered distantly why his brain had jumped to labeling Sir Nighteye as his uncle before as the Hero.
Izuku closed his eyes and rested his head back. "Weird."
"Weird what?" Kacchan again. He had an odd look on his face when Izuku opened his eyes again. He looked worried?
"Brain's acting funny. Not sure if I like it."
"The anesthesia is still wearing off. They had to give you a larger dose than they normally would have because you started to wake up part way through your surgery." His mother gently brushed his hair back.
"Surgery?"
Kacchan gave him a glare. "Yeah, surgery. Why the fuck didn't you say anything about your chest hurting? Do you have any idea how scary that was to see you just go limp like that?"
"You had several broken ribs. We were lucky none of them got displaced earlier." His mother tapped his chest.
"Oh. When did that happen?"
"You said that All Might freed you from the Villain attacking you by using a Texas Smash. I can only presume that the force of the punch did more than just free you from the Villain given the fact that nothing else leading up to you returning home could have led to that kind of damage. I would have thought perhaps the Villain had contributed possibly to the damage had it not been for the fact that your lungs were completely clear." Mirai had a strange look on his face as he spoke.
"All Might broke my ribs?"
"That's why I am still here, kid. I am officially helping you and your family build a case for heroic negligence." The man covered in ink… Detective Tsukauchi stated as he ran his hand over his head.
"We're suing All Might?"
"No. The HPSC would never allow something like this in the public eye. Besides, we don't exactly want to reveal the identities of everyone in your family. You would be targeted by both All Might supporters and enemies alike because of your uncle. What we are doing is building a case to try to force him into retirement so what happened to you can never happen to anyone else."
Izuku nodded in acceptance of the detective's explanation before turning back to his mother. "So how long am I stuck here for?"
"Normally you would have been here for the next week since the doctor with the bone knitting Quirk is only at this hospital on Wednesdays but I was able to get in contact with Recovery Girl when I heard of the issue so you should be good to leave with Katsuki Sunday evening."
The moment Mirai's words registered, Izuku's eyes widened. "I'm getting treated by Recovery Girl! Oh, ow. That was a bad idea."
Kacchan snickered at that. "No shit that hurts. You poked a hole in your lung, dumbass."
"Yeah, 0 out of 10, would not recommend. Remind me to never do that again."
"It wouldn't have happened in the first place if you had just told someone your chest hurt dumbass."
"But it didn't hurt that bad? Or really at all now that I think about it. Just felt like I had maybe gotten a bruise over my sternum but when I didn't see any discoloration in the bathroom mirror I figured it wasn't that bad."
Mirai frowned at that. "Izuku, your sternum didn't just get bruised, it was destroyed. There was so little of it left intact that they used a metal plate as a replacement to heal your ribs back in place."
"Huh, cool. What type of metal did they use? And how much of it?"
The woman narrowed her eyes at her son suspiciously. "Why is that important?"
"It isn't but I think it could be funny if the metal is magnetic. If the plate is large enough maybe I could spell something out with fridge magnets."
That earned a bark of laughter followed quickly by sputtering coughs from Kacchan. Kacchan gave Izuku the middle finger as he tried to recover in response to Izuku's shit-eating grin. His mother only sighed and shook her head at the two boys' shenanigans.
---MiM-MiM-MiM---
By the time visiting hours ended for the day, Izuku was already pretty done with being trapped in his hospital bed. If it hadn't been his desire to both meet Recovery Girl the next day and talk with Kacchan privately, Izuku might have considered making a break for it. As it was, the vast majority of the day was spent with the adults in the room telling them to be careful with talking as much as they did.
Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that Kacchan would sometimes breathe hard enough that his lungs would momentarily forget how to work, Izuku would have said they were completely overreacting. Of course, Izuku was on some really good pain killers apparently so maybe he couldn't really trust his own judgment on the subject. Not that Izuku really thought he needed them in the first place.
Something that Izuku had to remind himself of often over the years was he clearly had a much higher tolerance for pain then most people. He had not been lying that his chest just hadn't hurt anymore than a bad bruise but maybe that was a sign that the bad bruises on his arms and legs from the bullying he had received over the years might have actually been more than just bruises. Oh well, not much he could do to change that now. Those injuries had long since healed and his chest would be back to normal come Monday with the new added benefit of now magnets being able to stick to him.
Izuku snickered lightly to himself.
"Nerd, what the fuck is so funny that your laughing instead of going to sleep?"
Izuku turned his gaze away from the ceiling tile he had been studying to look at Kacchan glaring at him from his own bed. "Ah, sorry Kacchan. Was just thinking about how everyone in our class would react to me sticking magnets to my chest. You think they would believe me if I told them it was a Quirk?"
"First of all, that is really fucking stupid. Secondly, if you wanted to pretend to have suddenly manifested a Quirk while we were in the hospital together, surely we could come up with something better than that. Lastly, how would you even explain it other than you now have a hunk of metal in you?"
"We?"
Kacchan rolled his eyes. "Of course that is what your drug-addled brain chooses to focus on. Yeah, we, since you are clearly not going to let me sleep until you do."
"Huh. Why are you being so nice to me anyways?"
"What do you mean? I am always a fucking delight to be around." Kacchan didn't even try to keep a straight face as he spoke.
That earned sputtering laughs from the pair, tears from a mix of pain and joy leaking down their faces. Wiping his face clear as the laughter settled down, Izuku turned smiling lightly at Kacchan. "But in all seriousness, what's up?"
Kacchan paused, wiping his own tears from his face. A frown fell over him as the tension that had vanished earlier in the presence of their family members reappeared. "I'm sorry, Izuku. I've been a complete dick to you for years now and I am not sure I even would have stopped had yesterday not ended the way it did." He turned to meet the frowning gaze of Izuku eye to eye. "It started because hearing you go on and on about how you were going to be a Hero honestly scared me. How were you supposed to be a Hero when you were getting hurt all the time by the extras at school? I thought that maybe if I got you to give up on it, I would stop being scared that you were just going to get yourself killed. I didn't realize how bad I had gotten until it sunk in what I had actually said to you the last time I had seen you. I can't even begin to explain how much it scared me when I found out you were late getting home. I thoughtㅡ" A sob raddled Kacchan's chest forcing him to break his gaze away.
"Katsukiㅡ" The other boy flinched at the lack of the long familiar nickname. "ㅡI'm not going to say I forgive you for what you said, but I do want you to know that I never once thought you really meant it. You are my best friend and I know who you are at your core. There is a reason I have never once doubted you will be an incredible Hero and it has nothing to do with how powerful and flashy your Quirk is. Yes, you went way too far, but the regret you feel for it proves that you are still the good person I have always known you to be. That is why I trust you."
"I don't deserve your faith in me. It is all my fault that the shitty extras at school have been so bad. What can I do to help you become the awesome Hero that everyone says you can't be?"
Izuku had to consider that for a moment before grabbing his phone off the bedside table. "Do you mean to support me in general or…"
"I'll bite, you have some crazy plan right? What do you need me for?"
Izuku flashed Kacchan a smile before turning his attention back to what he had been looking at. "So I don't really have a plan as such but there is something I realized a while back that I could do with a bit of help. The legality of all of it is a bit sketchy but I think it should work, though with the revelation of the fact that I am related to Sir Nighteye might make it unnecessary…"
"You actually going to explain or am I going to have to decode the answer from your ramblings?"
"Ah, sorry Kacchan!" Izuku blushed before tossing his phone over to the next bed. "Read the highlighted section there and you should understand."
Kacchan's brows furrowed as he turned to the phone and scanned the section of what appeared to be a legal document. By the time he reached the end he seemed to understand why Izuku had been interested in it. "How the fuck is that fair?"
Izuku grinned. "Cool right? Someone on the support forum for Quirkless people that I am on posted about it a couple years back following the appearance of the Naruhata Vigilantes after they mentioned that Knuckleduster would never be able to be charged for anything despite being the most violent one in the group!"
Kacchan huffed before tossing the phone back over. "Why do you even want to bother trying to get a Hero license then? If you can't legally be considered a vigilante, why even worry about it?"
Izuku's smile turned sad at that. "Not everyone would think that way. The whole reason that loophole exists is because the public at large would never think a Quirkless person could ever do it. The assumption would be that I had a Quirk and most Heroes aren't very pro-vigilante. It is something that I would have to worry about. On the bright side, I could lean into that expectation to help hide my identity. If there was a Quirk I could get away with faking, that would throw them off my tracks."
"Huh. How does this all factor into whatever your plan was anyway? And how does your uncle change things?"
"Oh, that is easy to explain. They both have to do with getting me into UA. The normal Hero course entrance exam is heavily weighted in favor of flashy Quirks like yours but for people with mental Quirks, or none at all in my case, the recommendations exam is the way you get in. Since there are only two ways to take that test, I was originally considering my most viable option first."
"Wait, two? I thought you could only take that test with the sponsorship of a licensed Hero?"
"Normally that would be the only way, but since I am under the age of 18, if I was caught as a vigilante and entered into the Vigilante Reformation Program, I would receive a recommendation for enrollment at the nearest Hero school."
Realization seemed to dawn on Kacchan. "Which for you would be UA. Wait, if you had all this figured out already, why aren't you already running around as a vigilante?"
Izuku smiled a bit sadly at that. "I wanted to do a bit of training before I started but I was having trouble finding a way to. Most gyms require you to state your Quirk for liability reasons and given my age and that I don't have one, all the local places would either turn me away or refuse to let me sign up by myself. While I might have been able to get my mom to agree to help me sign up by playing it off as just training for the entrance exam, I didn't want to run the risk of her putting two and two together."
"So, what, all you want me to do is tag along to the gym with you?"
Izuku nodded. "For now at least. Once I am more confident that I can handle myself, I might need more help. Plus I will need someone to help me with first aid."
"What about your costume and name?"
"What? What about them?"
Kacchan rolled his eyes. "For some strange reason, I have a feeling that I probably should intervene."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
Kacchan turned to Izuku and deadpanned. "You showed up here today wearing a t-shirt that said pants on it and regularly wear obnoxiously bright red shoes."
Izuku pulled an expression of fake shock and hurt. "Gasp! I am feeling so called out right now!"
Kacchan stuck his tongue out and grinned. "You should Nerd because I am. Seriously, where did you even find those stupid things?"
Izuku grinned back. "My Uncle Shouta and a shoe store obviously."
"You and your uncle have horrible taste in fashion."
"I mean fair but hey!"
Kacchan just laughed before grabbing his sketchbook from his bedside table. "So any preferences or can I just go crazy?"
Izuku had to consider that. He had drawn up ideas for a Hero outfit for himself several times over the years, but given that he had based them largely on a Hero he now wanted little to do with… "We should probably figure out what I am faking for a Quirk first and work around that for a theme."
"Probably a good idea from a design standpoint."
"What do you think I could fake believably? I'm not sure I would be a good judge of that myself."
Kacchan seemed to consider it. "It would have to be mental obviously. The two I think you could pull off the easiest would be either an analysis Quirk or some sort of danger sense."
Izuku made a puzzled expression at that. "Okay, I maybe could understand the analysis thing since I have put so much time into learning how to do it but danger sense?"
Kacchan shrugged. "You are like some sort of magnet for trouble. If I didn't know better, I would have actually thought it was your Quirk."
That caught Izuku off guard. There was no way he got into that much trouble. Sure the past few days had been a bit crazy but it wasn't like that normally. Okay, so maybe he saw more Hero fights in person then your advantage citizen but he was normally actually looking for them anyways so that was to be expected. He just got lucky that he always managed to wander in the correctㅡ
Izuku's eyes blew wide open. That couldn't actually be possible, right? He had been diagnosed by a doctor and everything! Right? "Kacchan… Youㅡyou don't thinkㅡthink that is possible right? That I could have a passive mental Quirk and no one ever realized it? That the fact I have the extra toe joint doesn't 100 percent mean I don't have a Quirk?"
Kacchan opened his mouth to respond before pausing and snapping it shut. After a few moments where he seemed to consider his next words carefully. "I mean it might be possible. You might just have a mutation that gave you the joint but didn't affect your Quirk gene. It makes a shit ton more sense than you being Quirkless with two Quirked parents. Plus mental Quirks clearly run strong on Auntie's side of the family…"
"Holy shit." That was honestly the only thing that Izuku could think to say because if this theory was rightㅡ "There has to be some way to prove it, right?"
"You're thinking too hard about it. Think about it like the Quirk belonged to someone else and do your Nerd thing on it. I'm sure you could figure out how we could test it."
"Right. So let's think about it logically and break it down. It seems like it might function as some sort of passive precognitive Quirk which given at the very existence of Uncle Mirai Quirk Foresight is actually plausible but it is clearly not active at all times or I would not have been so caught off guard by the Slime Villain yesterday since while it clearly helps me find Hero fights before they happen, I didn't wander at all like I normally do. Maybe it was because I had just wanted to go home, it didn't activate? Though we have to consider that it might be useful for more than just leading me to where I need to go to find fights like that. Maybeㅡ Kacchan play rock, paper, scissors with me real quick!"
Kacchan, who had been lost by the mumblestorm, snapped back to attention. "Rock, paper, scissors? Sure but you want to explain why?"
"Let's play first, and then I will explain." Focusing on really wanting to win, Izuku let his gut instincts take over. And it worked. Once his win streak had passed five and they sped up, Izuku just kept winning.
"Holy shit! What the hell, Nerd!?"
Izuku's grin was massive as he stopped. "I have a Quirk Kacchan!"
"No shit! How the hell did you just do that!"
"I have no idea! Isn't it great?"
Kacchan let out a frustrated huff, his own grin dropping. "Well now I feel even more like shit."
"What? Why?"
"You have a Quirk dumbass. It just makes everything I did or allowed to be done to you even stupider. When we get back to class on Monday, I am going to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Izuku frowned, feeling the start of righteous anger simmering just below the surface. "What, the fact that I have a Quirk suddenly means that I have more value?"
"No, don't be stupid. I would have done it anyway. The thought just reminded me."
Izuku felt the anger fade before a realization crossed his mind. "You can't tell anyone about this."
"What? Why?"
"Because this doesn't really change anything. The only way I am getting into UA is with the recommendations exam and it would still be a bad idea for Uncle Mirai to sponsor me and draw attention to the connection between us. That is why I was still favoring the vigilante route, only now…"
"Now you would actually be breaking the law."
"Yeah."
"Well shit. I'll keep quiet about it. It isn't like I don't owe you that much."
Izuku felt the tension bleed back out of his shoulders. "Thanks Kacchan. So what should we do about my costume then?"
"Right! So, given the fact that we don't want to reveal you actually have a Quirk, why don't we look to some Heroes for inspiration…"
---MiM-MiM-MiM---
The pair did not end up sleeping until late that night, too distracted by the rabbit hole that was costuming research. Somewhere around midnight, Izuku mentioned liking the costumes of old Pre-Quirk Hero comic books which resulted in them watching one of the top recommended classic group Hero movies, the first Marvel Avengers made way back in the 2010s. But it wasn't any of the Hero's whose costume drew Izuku in. No, that honor belonged to the lead Villain of the movie. Izuku vaguely recalled that he was more of an antihero overall in the whole overarching story covered by the many films and side media.
So, half asleep, Izuku made the impulsive decision Loki was who he would model his vigilante persona after. The fact that the character favored the color green and was based loosely on an ancient god of mischief might have helped in that regard. After all, what was he really doing by playing vigilante and lying about his Quirk but causing mischief? Kacchan had just made a small note in his sketchbook with the character to look up later when he was awake enough to actually look into designing an outfit around the character, accepting at face value that Izuku had just like the Villain's long coat with dark green panels on the inside.
The next morning was not terribly exciting for the two boys. Outside of a brief visit from both their families, they were mostly on their own for the day. While that could have not been necessary, given that Kacchan's parents were largely free to take the day off, neither boy wanted them to hang around and risk them discovering Izuku's plan for vigilantism. Still, their boredom was interrupted shortly after they had finished with their lunches by twin buzzes on their phones.
The Incident Chat
Sasaki Mirai added Aizawa Shouta, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Hisashi and 4 others.
Midoriya Hisashi: Well that won't do.
Midoriya Hisashi changed their name to Smaug
Smaug changed Midoriya Inko to Feel The Love
Smaug changed Midoriya Izuku to Cat-sudon
Nedzu changed their name to Rat God
Smaug changed Aizawa Shouta to Cat-feinated
Smaug changed Sasaki Mirai to Foresight Is 20/20
Smaug changed Bakugou Katsuki to Sparkler
Smaug changed Tsukauchi Naomasa to Veritaserum
Smaug changed the chat name from The Incident Chat to #1 Hero more like #1 Zero
Smaug: Fixed.
Rat God: I have to say I am a bit impressed at the speed at which you made all those changes.
Cat-feinated: Why is Nedzu in here?
Or the boys for that matter
Foresight Is 20/20: I added everyone directly involved in the case.
Given that Izuku asked that Katsuki was involved in hearing his testimony, that leaves both of them directly involved.
Veritaserum: I believe Aizawa's issue was more that you added minors to the chat.
Also can I ask why my name is Veritaserum?
Cat-sudon: First of all, rude
Second of all, Veritaserum is just a truth serum from an old PQ English book series
Smaug: This /\
Sparkler: Why are you even in the chat right now?
Isn't it like the middle of the night where you are right now?
Feel The Love: It is only a little before 9pm there
Smaug: There is a reason most of my calls home happen during lunchtime where you are.
Cat-feinated: As terribly exciting as this is, I have things to be doing so unless something has changed from when I spoke to you last night Tsukauchi, I am going to mute the chat for now.
Rat God: Speaking of things you need to do, if you wouldn't mind swinging by my office before shadowing Kan's class this afternoon.
Cat-feinated: I'll be right there.
Veritaserum: Nothing has changed involving the case since we finished up yesterday afternoon but that could change later after my talk with Yagi.
Foresight Is 20/20: Please let everyone know how that ends up going.
Cat-sudon: Yagi?
Foresight Is 20/20: I am very much interested in what he has to say about his actions on Wednesday.
All Might's civilian identity is Yagi Toshinori.
Cat-sudon: thx
Smaug: Izuku, are you free to take a call?
Cat-sudon: yep
Nearly the moment the message was sent, Izuku's phone rang with an incoming call from his dad. The photo of his father on the caller ID was a few years old but it was the last picture he had taken of him while together in person. His father's hair was a mess of loose curls similar to Izuku's own though they were snow white and not the deep green of Izuku's. They shared little in the way of facial bone structure but it was clear from the photograph whose side of the family Izuku's freckles came from.
"Hey Dad!"
"Izuku, how are you holding up? Your mother called me yesterday after you got out of surgery to tell me what was going on but I fell asleep before you woke back up."
"I'm better now. I guess I am still a little in shock over everything that has happened. Between the thing with All Might and finding out about Uncle Mirai, I guess it all hasn't really fully sunk in yet."
"Honestly, as much as I have disliked the man for a while, I never expected him to treat you like that."
"Disliked him for a while?"
Izuku heard a small frustrated huff and the familiar crackle of a tongue of flames on the other end of the line. "Disliked, yes. I will admit, the one good thing to come out of all of this from my perspective is now that the blinders for the man have been taken off of you and Mirai, I no longer have to keep pretending to like the man."
That was news to Izuku. He had thought everyone liked All Might before the Incident. Well, everyone except the Villains he fought, but he was his own Dad saying he had not liked the man even before that. "Why?"
"Why do I dislike him or why did I hide it?"
Kacchan was clearly trying not to look like he was eavesdropping, not that Izuku really minded if he listened in. "Both I guess?"
"Well let's start with the simpler one. I hid it from you because I was sure that you would never accept the man as less than perfect unless something big happened to change your mind. I had hoped that whatever they were fighting about would have been enough for Mirai but he stubbornly refused to see what a walking disaster the man is." There was a pause that Izuku had to assume was his father trying to regain his composure so he didn't melt his phone. "I dislike the man because he has done more harm than good for society overall. His whole Symbol of Peace gimmick has fostered a society built on inaction. People have become so reliant on Heroes to fix everything because of that man that they have stopped actually doing anything to help themselves. People would pass a suffering child on the street and do nothing to help them so firmly in their belief that a Hero will come by and solve the problem for them. It is thinking like this that also leads to the Quirkism that so many of our family has suffered from. Mental Quirks are not flashy and "useful" for heroics like those that resemble that of All Might so those that have "weak" Quirks like them become villainous in their eyes."
He stopped again as the call started to break up on his end. "Shit, so much for that phone." His voice was chopper now. Obviously he had accidentally breathed out a flame strong enough to start to fry his heat resistance phone. It was a common enough problem that his father was a bit of an expert on how to repair the damage. The main issue with supposedly "heat proof" phones was that the batteries often cooked inside them when exposed to enough heat and would melt before the outside of the phone even started getting too hot.
"Love you Dad! Talk more once you fix your phone!"
"L-Ve -U-" and the call died.
---MiM-MiM-MiM---
Tucked away on the top floor of a building in downtown Tokyo, Shigaraki Hisashi mentally glared at the cellphone in his hand. In hindsight, activating Dragon's Breath for the small added bit of realism of the lie of the true nature of his Quirk might not have been the best idea. If it wasn't so easy to transfer the SIM card from one phone to the next, he might not have done it. He had known before he had even started the call that the moment he got started on talking about the currently last in the line of successors to Yoichi, he would lose his composer and fry the phone. Well, at least his youngest son had probably gotten the point he had been trying to get across. Hero society as it was, was a broken one and only getting worse.
He sighed and reached forward to switch on the microphone feeding into the bar TV speakers set up for Tomura and Kurogiri as a way of contacting one another due to phones hardly being a viable option for Tomura to use with his Decay. "Kurogiri?"
"Yes, Sensei?"
"Would you be so kind as to collect another phone for me?"
"Of course." Hisashi heard the faint whoosh of the Nomu's Quirk over the microphone signaling that he would fulfill the request swiftly. The lack of comment from his elder son suggested that he was likely not awake yet despite it being nearly 2 now. Kurogiri was normally better at ensuring that Tomura at least went to bed before the sun began to rise again but that was easily his own fault for allowing his son to push back against his caretaker over the years with so little repercussion.
He realized that he had allowed himself to think on the subject of Kurogiri for too long as the guilt he felt about the Nomu's existence began to rear its ugly head. Like a lot of things he had done over the years, Kurogiri had been the result of a series of small miscommunications and bad luck. The Doctor had taken initiative when he had heard about the death of a Hero student of UA and stolen away his corpse to use in the creation of his Frankenstein-esk like monstrosities. Hisashi had helped fund the man in his research initially purely due to curiosity on whether or not he would be eventually able to mimic the actions of his own Quirk All for One. He had not been expecting the man to succeed in such a horrible way.
When Kurogiri had first woken up, the Doctor had summoned him to meet the man's first successful masterpiece. The horror he had felt when he had met the gaze of the previously deceased Shirakumo Oboro, a boy that was such a close friend of his wife's youngest brother, could not be described. When the man had screamed in horrified recognition of who he was and his involvement in what had been done to him forced him to act without thinking. Hisashi called upon a memory altering Quirk and buried Shirakumo in his own mind. What remained was Kurogiri, the monster to the Doctor's Frankenstein.
One day, Hisashi swore to himself that he would correct his mistake but not long after Kurogiri had been created, Hisashi had found Tomura and the need for a caretaker for the boy who would be safe in case of another Quirk accident on the scale of the one that had taken the boy's first family had taken precedent. As soon as he trusted Tomura enough to take care of himself he would correct the mistake. Hisashi pretended that he wasn't aware that Tomura was old enough to manage on his own. He ignored Kurogiri when he slipped free of his mental prison and had begun to be Shirakumo once more but chose to stay for Tomura's sake who the Nomu cared for as his own son despite the circumstances he found himself in. Hisashi said nothing when Kurogiri stole away his phone to look at pictures of his old friends and their families that they had built after he had died. If the voice of Present Mic happened to play in the bar starting at 7 every Friday evening then that was not worth mentioning. If Kurogiri called him by the nickname that Shirakumo had once used for him then that was no one's business but their own.
There was a whoosh of a portal opening over the table next to him followed by the sound of a phone box being set down. "Thank you, Kurogiri."
"No problem, Sensei. Would you like me to send some tea over as well? I am about to prepare a batch for Tomura in the hopes it will help him wake up."
"That would be lovely." Shirakumo had always made an excellent cup of tea.