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All Might's POV

"Deku!" Katsuki yelled, shocked.

"Stop!" Hitoshi almost screamed, it's really a wonder how all three of them could grow up together and still be so vastly different from each other. Katsuki I understand he at least has another 20 years of memories in his head, but Hitoshi and Izuku have been together since they were four.

"No! It's not just your secret Deku, what about me? What happens when people find out about me? What happens when THEY find out about me?" Hitoshi's voice was panicked and I want to run out to comfort him.

"Toshi, you know that we would never let anyone take you from us. You are my brother no matter what and besides legally they don't have a leg to stand on. Not after everything that happened." Deku tried to calm him down but I seriously doubt it helped at all.

"Deku are you crazy? What happens if the fire breathing bastard tries to come back? What if he tries to take you away?" Katsuki demanded, that reminds me. Izuku's biological father is still in America but is he really not watching the U.A. Sports Festival? Maybe I should transfer all the boys to a different hero school?

"Kacchan! You're the one that said we should let them figure out our relationship themselves," Deku defended himself.

"Yeah, our relationship, not that! I mean fuck! If that fire breathing bastard shows up again… What am I supposed to do? I sure as fuck won't let him take you away from me. What about Toshi? Mom and Dad would sooner become villains than let THEM take Toshi again. How can you think so much and still not enough at the same time?" Katsuki was still panicking and I can't blame him.

"What?" Young Todoroki was assaulted with information that he really didn't need to know and I am pretty sure I hear Hitoshi crying and I just can't take this.

I run around the corner and find the four boys in different states of shock and run up to Hitoshi first who was crying so hard he couldn't even see me coming.

"Boys! What's going on? Why is Hitoshi crying?" I picked up the boy who immediately buried his face in my neck and held on tight.

"Dad!" Katsuki and Izuku started at the same time but Katsuki wasn't far from tears himself, panic was still very much at the forefront of his mind and Izuku looked like he was angry, not a look that any of us are used to.

"Dad," Izuku set his resolve and squared off with me, taking me by surprise but I kneeled down so that I could listen without looking down on him. "Am I free to talk about MY past?"

"Of course, Izuku. What does that have to do with anything?" I am genuinely confused, what part of his past is he concerned about? 

"What about my father?" He asked looking up hopeful and that took me by surprise. He hasn't once mentioned his father since he left all those years ago. Not even when he woke up crying in the middle of the night from his nightmares.

"Izuku," I sat down, settling Hitoshi on one leg and held out an arm for Izuku to join me and he did, curling up in my arms opposite of Hitoshi. "What's all this about? Has he tried to reach out to you?" I asked, unconcerned with young Todoroki overhearing what we were talking about. Obviously Izuku wants him to know, he wants to tell him about it and I have to wonder why he hasn't reached out to anyone before now.

"No!" He answered too forcefully for me to not question his answer but he brought his thoughts back together again. "No, it's just. What was so wrong with me that he would just leave like that?"

"Oh my boy, there was never anything wrong with you at all. I swear, there is nothing wrong with you, not now, not in the past, not ever," I tried to comfort him but soon enough he lost the war inside of himself and he just cried into my shirt, leaving me with two wet spots from my two upset teenagers. I motioned for Katsuki to give me something to write with and quickly jotted down a note before giving it back to him.

"Katsuki, can you take this to your teacher? I think this may take a while," he nodded, seemingly relieved to have an actual task to do and ran off. He is so much better at handling emotions now but he still gets so uncomfortable with them and letting him leave helps him process them the most. He requires time.

"Come on boys, there should be a private room close by," I picked them up without too much effort and carried them with me, motioning for young Todoroki to join us. Izuku wants to tell him. So he can tell him. I found a room with a few chairs in it and I sat down without worrying about putting the boys down.

"Now boys, I think your friend is more confused than anything and besides he is Dabi's precious baby brother," I turned my attention to just Hitoshi. "Do you really think Dabi's brother would hurt you like that?" He sniffled and wiped at his face before young Todoroki passed a box of tissues that none of us noticed in front of us.

"Thanks," he hiccuped, taking a few tissues to clean his face before he shook his head no at my question.

"Now you boys shouldn't be talking about such sensitive things out in the open. Izuku, you should have known better than anyone else how Hitoshi would feel about having his secrets shown to someone when he wasn't ready yet." I turned my attention to my green eyed, angry angel who now looks even more upset.

"But what about MY secrets? Am I not allowed to tell anyone unless Toshi and Kacchan say it's okay?" His hurt and angry eyes wouldn't look at me and instead he just grabbed some tissues to clean his face up too. My phone vibrated and I picked it up to see messages from both Katsuki and Aizawa. I sent them both messages telling them where we were, asking them to join us and thanked the heavens above that they were going into intermission right now so we had more time. I also sent my wife a message telling her that I was with the boys and they needed a moment.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door and I asked young Todoroki to answer it for me, letting Katsuki and Aizawa inside before closing the door again. Katsuki going directly to Izuku's side after checking to find Hitoshi was just exhausted, as usual.

"My boys, you are allowed to tell anyone whatever you want or not. The choice is yours but I think that your teacher Aizawa deserves to know at least a little so that he doesn't get blind sided later. Don't you think so?" I told them gently and succeeded in getting their teacher's attention in the process.

"I don't want to tell Todoroki though. Dabi is one thing but I barely know his brother, and he is still living with the flaming dog shit," Hitoshi grumbled, refusing to give an inch but when I looked up I saw Todoroki nodding in agreement.

"Flaming Dog Shit, that is a much better name for him," he agreed and everyone in the room was looking at him now. "What? It is."

"I think that we should schedule meetings with Hound Dog at the very least for you, young Todoroki, but feel free to talk to us if you would like as well," I tell him, trying not to let my imagination run away from me. I really can't kill his father, I really can't. But Nezu could probably conjure up some evidence to put him away for the rest of his days…

"Okay," he shrugged, he looked confused but unworried, so maybe my bad feeling is just a bad feeling? I can at least hope right?

"But I DO want to tell Todoroki about my past. We don't have to tell him about you," Deku said bringing us all back to the point again.

"But you already did tell him when you said that none of us were actually related to Dad! Deku, you are so smart about so many things but you are so clueless on other things!" Hitoshi grumbled and I can't blame him for being angry or frustrated.

"Izuku," I try to focus on just him but as always Katsuki is right by his side, but right now he isn't able to help at all. Even though he wants to take Izuku's side in everything he can't bring himself to go against Hitoshi like this, least of all on this subject.

"False information are you ready?" I decided on a different tactic and he perked up immediately. "My favorite color is blue diamond. Now tell me what all you got from that one sentence."

"Blue diamond is a light clearish blue that in some lights is nearly entirely transparent so that would tell me that you don't care at all for dark colors and you like to be more free than trapped in anything you do. It would have been easier to say your favorite color was clear but you would then have to defend your favorite color and blue diamond sounds nice to anyone that hears it but ultimately it's the same thing. So that means you don't like confrontation but you also want to stand your ground." Izuku quickly answered and he then started muttering about the psychological aspects of the answer and I help up a hand signaling that that was enough.

"Anyone else would have only heard, my favorite color is blue diamond, they wouldn't have thought of any of the rest of what you heard," I smiled at him gently and he looked at me even more confused. "So, true information," he perked up again, excited for whatever I was about to say next.

"He isn't our biological father," I quoted him but he just looked at me confused. "What does that sentence tell you?"

"That we don't share DNA?" He asked, looking up at me even more perplexed.

"And for what reasons would three boys call me Dad? What would a random person be able to reason from that?" I tried to prompt him. Information he understands, feelings he understands, but what he has the most trouble with is assumptions. Other people's assumptions to be precise.

"They-" he stopped, his eyes widening as pieces to the puzzle started fitting together. "I'm sorry Toshi," he lowered his head and I knew he was being sincere. "I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't, it doesn't stop the fact that you did it though," Hitoshi leaned into my chest and it's nice that even though they are 16 they still look to me for comfort.

"I'm an idiot," Izuku sniffed and now there isn't any bad blood between them.

"Now, that has been settled. Katsuki?" I motioned Katsuki over and he helped Izuku out of my lap and they both turned to Hitoshi and when he let me go they pulled him in for a hug that is just too sweet for teenage boys to be doing. This is something I would have expected when they were five or maybe even six but they are still so loving and supportive it makes my heart feel so full. It's times like these that I feel like I did something right.

I mean like I really did something good. More good than ever being a hero has felt.