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Assistant: Title: No One Left Behind
        Author: CosmicAce CosmicAce 
        Chapter: 84/120 
        Summary: Izuku Midoriya was 4 when he learned that not all men are created equalHitoshi Shinsou was 5 when he learned that not all men are created equal.Shouto Todoroki was 6 when he learned that not all men are created equal.Katsuki Bakugou was 7 when he learned that not all men are created equal.Momo Yaoyorozu was 8 when she learned that not all men are created equal.All children learn it at one point or another, but the Midoriya children are different. This fact of life hit them harder than most, but do you know what sets them apart?They did something about it.Alternatively: The story of how Inko Midoriya ends up with 15 vigilante children, 3 young kids, 3 older kids, 2 hero kid-in-laws, a husband that lights things on fire when he sneezes, and a partridge in a pear tree.
            
            The timeline shifts.
        Contents: Chapter 84: Escapism
    

    

        
          
          
            Hanta and Kitsune finally meet :) Warnings: Mentioned verbal and physical abuse
          
        

      
        
          HELLO EVERYONE I am back from my trip and start school again soon, so I’m glad I can get this out this week :DPlease note this chapter is a bit self projection-y, since I wrote it when I was going through a pretty tough time at home a while ago. I'm at university a majority of the year now though, so I'm mostly good <3Anyway, enjoy the chapter!Edit: Wait one more thing-A vigilante name key is now at the bottom of the chapter! It'll move with each new chapter to be on the most recent one, but it's there now!
            
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    Things were…fine. They were fine. Everything was fine. Hanta was ok. It wasn’t like the yelling had gotten worse. It wasn’t like they panicked about getting in trouble every other day. Everything was  fine.  …Ok it wasn’t fine, but Hanta would rather lie to himself than cave into the yawning hole of fear growing in their chest. Their mother was yelling more, both at them and his sister. Her sister lashed out more because of it, convinced Hanta was the one to blame, even if she had been the one to get yelled at. Not that Hanta could even do anything about it. Fighting back had given him a scar before, and telling their mother only got them yelled at again. There was no way to win but to stay quiet and wait to escape. At least Hanta had the vigilantes. They didn’t come by as often, since the heroes had lightened up in their hometown apparently, but they still made sure to come and talk with him. Over the weeks Hanta met more of them too. Gorgon, Pan, and Athena all stopped by at some point, introducing themselves and leaving Hanta awestruck. Harpy and Chimera made sure to pop up to talk again too. The only ones Hanta had yet to meet were Daedalus and Kitsune. The former never went out patrolling with them, and the latter…honestly Hanta was still mildly terrified of Kitsune. They heard many stories from the other vigilantes about him, but none of them had dulled the primally petrifying image Kitsune had. Even Gorgon, whose mask looked like a hoard of snakes and a face cast in steel, was less scary. Hanta couldn’t even really explain his fear. There was just something in the way Kitsune carried himself and the way his eyes glowed that made them think  predator.  It was like knowledge was inscribed in his every movement. Like every secret ever buried was laid bare in his gaze. So was Hanta scared of the vigilante the others talked so highly of? Just slightly. Maybe a lot. Not like, giant spiders level terrifying, but more like finding a fly in your room and then losing it. It was the constant apprehension while waiting to see it again.If Hanta was being honest, they were just scared of what Kitsune would see. They were scared to have their fears confirmed. It was one thing to guess he was abused, it was another to have someone else say it. And it was an entirely different ballpark to have a supposedly all-knowing possibly eldritch vigilante confirm it. It was kinda odd that Kitsune hadn’t come by yet though. Less so the first two weeks, since he had been a little bit stabbed. From there it was obvious that Kitsune was both a dedicated vigilante and a person with only slightly more self-preservation skills than a lemming. Over the next few weeks Ares and Basilisk told him where the others were, and more often than not the answers for Kitsune were “out patrolling” and “idiot got hurt again so Daedalus made him stay home.”Up until the night he did show up, that is.Hanta stepped out onto the balcony, quickly closing the door behind him. The moon was above the horizon, barely a sliver against the backdrop of space. Stars were blinking above their head.And Kitsune was crouched on the railing, staring right at Hanta. He may have jumped, and may have thought about throwing a plant pot at the vigilante. Only maybe. Hanta did notice Ares and Basilisk a second later though. “Uhh, hello,” Hanta squeaked out, voice cracking halfway through. “Ki-Kitsune, right?”Kitsune nodded, tilting their fox-like head to the side. They almost seemed to glide off the railing, stepping closer to Hanta without a trace of hesitance. Ares and Basilisk watched from the side. Neither seemed worried, so Hanta figured it was ok. Yep, not like they had an extremely powerful vigilante leaning closer and closer this was fine.  Something was suddenly shoved in his vision. Hanta blinked a few times, before processing what was happening. He took the container, a small box, and opened it to see his favorite candy. A few packages of his favorite candy, actually. “I wanted to get you something,” Kitsune told him, their voice distorted and echoey, but for all intents and purposes, had the tone of a dog wagging their tail in excitement. “And Basilisk said these were your favorite, right?”“They- they are. Thank you.”Kitsune  beamed,  and Hanta swore the vigilante glowed brighter. He was less scary than Hanta thought he would be. Still eerie and not someone Hanta wanted to anger, but less terrifying than she had thought. They didn’t feel like they were about to be stabbed, at least. “Cool,” Ares suddenly drawled, making Hanta jump. “Now you can both stop asking about each other. Hanta, our leader and possible sad-person magnet: Kitsune. Kitsune, our friend and cool person: Hanta.”Hanta felt their heart lighten at Ares calling him their friend. And  cool—  who knew one day a vigilante would be calling  him  the cool one. She had no idea what timeline they were in, but it seemed to be a good one. “Hey, you were the one to find another one this time, not me,” Kitsune barked, still smiling. “He’s not wrong, Ares,” Basilisk snickered. “Are you stealing our beloved leader’s maybe-quirk?”Kitsune groaned, throwing his head back in a dramatic sigh. Hanta had no idea whether to laugh or worry for Ares’ safety. “First,  not  the leader, guys, we’ve talked about this-““It’s true though.”“Stop denying it, Kitsune.” “-Second,  you two know what my quirk is.”“Well yeah, but an-“Ares slapped a hand under Basilisk’s chin, and her voice cut out. It was almost creepy how quick it had stopped. She turned to glare at Ares a moment later, seeming to realize what he had done. Hanta snorted as she turned her voice back on.  “B@tch,”  was the first thing out of her mouth. Somehow she made it sound both scandalized and fond at the same time. “Dumbass.”“C@nt.”“Idiots,” Kitsune sighed, sounding both tired but used to their shenanigans. “It’s nice to see them comfortable around someone though. Thanks for being their friend, Hanta.”“Oh. It’s- it’s really nothing, Kitsune. I should be thanking them—and the rest of you guys, really. It’s nice, having friends.”Kitsune grinned, softer than before. Hanta wondered how advanced the technology in his mask was to capture the expression. “It is. We don’t have many friends either, so hearing that you managed to befriend those two was certainly something to hear. I know you probably don’t fully trust us, but still, thank you. If you ever need us we’ll be there, ok?”“I don’t know how you’d get to me,” Hanta laughed, “but thank you, really.”“We’d find a way.”Well, that was ominous. Hanta looked away from Kitsune to watch as Basilisk put Ares in a headlock. The two were having the quietest wrestling match he had ever seen. It wasn’t the weirdest thing she had ever seen, but it was certainly somewhere on the list. “Do you have another place to go?”Hanta turned so they could look at Kitsune again, and was met with green eyes staring into his own. The vigilante wore an expression Hanta could name and didn’t really want to. Their look alone spoke of secrets and curiosity and stone walls turned to transparent glass. “Do I…what?”“Do you have another place to go,” Kitsune repeated, glowing eyes boring into Hanta. “You don’t want to stay, so do you have a place to go?”Hanta stilled, the air in their lungs turning to ice. This. This was why he had been scared of Kitsune. “What are you talking about?” He asked, voice shaking despite their best efforts. “Of course I want to- to stay.”“No you don’t.” It wasn’t a question, and they both knew it. Hanta swallowed a breath of air. “Even if I did—which I  don’t— no, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Ares and Basilisk are…they’re my only friends.”“What about family?”Hanta wheezed a quiet, melancholic laugh. “Never met them. They’re all either dead or disowned my mother. And my father left when I was a toddler.”Kitsune nodded in understanding, deftly dodging a stray punch from Ares. Basilisk jumped onto his back, clinging like a hyperactive lizard-monkey. Hanta didn’t question it. The two would eventually get tired of fighting.“That’s how Ares was, kind of,” Kitsune hummed, like he wasn’t shaking Hanta’s entire perspective with one sentence. “He didn’t really have the option of whether or not to run, but he’s our brother now.”“Ares is- Ares is your adopted brother?”“Mmhm,” Kitsune hummed. “Did they not tell you?”“Not- not really. I knew Ares and Basilisk were probably related somehow, and Chimera, but not how. A-and not you too.”Kitsune snorted, the noise weird through a voice distorter. “We’re all siblings, actually.”Now that- that was a bigger shock. There were nine of them. Nine vigilantes, all siblings. Hanta could barely wrap his head around the idea. “…that’s a lot of people,” he said. “Yep.”“All in one place?”“Uh huh.”“…how are you all still alive?”Apparently done with their wrestling match, Basilisk draped an arm over Kitsune’s shoulders with a smirk. “Stubbornness mostly,” she said.“True,” Ares snorted. “Ha, I only have one sister and she still stabs me when we spend too much time around each other.”Hanta snapped his jaw shut, instantly regretting what they had just said. The balcony was silent. It seeped into her bones and stung the air they breathed. In the span of four second he had managed to turn the atmosphere to choking poison. They had messed up they had messed up  they had messed up- “Come with us.”Hanta jolted, eyes wide as saucers and locked onto the vigilantes. Ares had been the one to say it, but it had quickly been echoed by Basilisk and Kitsune. The proposition hung in the air like a heavy thread of spider silk on an outstretched hand. The three masks stared back at him“Go- go  with  you?” Hanta managed to choke out. “You obviously don’t like it here with your mother,” Basilisk said softly, carefully stepping closer. “They hurt you, Hanta. Siblings aren’t supposed to  actually  stab each other.”“Not maliciously, at least,” Kitsune added. “Not with the intent to hurt you as much as possible. That’s just abuse, Hanta.”It was…terrifying, in all honesty. It was terrifying to hear it from someone’s mouth. It was terrifying to have confirmation Hanta couldn’t deny. The vigilantes were bringing his worst fears and best dreams to life. He was stuck between a raging thunderstorm and the calm of a cloudless sky, the two warring in his mind like fighting dogs. Separate halves of their brain were trying to accept and deny what she was hearing. It would be nice to go with the vigilantes, he thought. Safer, probably. They had never raised their voice at him in anger; they had never tried to hurt him in any way. They had been nice and accepting and  friends.  The bar was low, and yet their mother and sister had managed to dig under it.But it would be new. New home, new faces, and technically on the run. If their family bothered to look for them, that is. Maybe Hanta could fake their death. School would be a challenge, but it was better than only seeing their friends in dingy alleyways and running from the police. Doubt began to creep into their thoughts at that. The vigilantes could only do so much. Hanta couldn’t ask them to risk everything for her, even if they were some of the best friends he had ever had. He couldn’t drag them down just because he wanted to get away. They couldn’t do that to them. “I can’t,” Hanta finally whispered. “It would- it would put you in danger. I only have about s-seven years until I can move out, I’ll- I’ll be fine.”“You  can,”  Ares insisted. “We can-““You can what? Promise to hide me from the police? From heroes? From anyone that actually looks for me?” Hanta took a breath, trying not to choke on their own fear. They were afraid. Afraid to hope; afraid to get hurt again. “You can’t promise that.”Kitsune stepped forward, cocking their head to the side while looking at Hanta. And he- he  smiled.  “Yes we can.”“What?”“We keep our promises, Hanta, and we can promise you that we’ll keep you safe and away from them. We already run from heroes and cops, and you wouldn’t be the first member of our family that isn’t there by entirely legal means. We could keep you safe, Hanta. I promise.”Hanta laughed, the sound coming out more like a pained wheeze than anything. The entire situation felt like they were dreaming. Like in two minutes she would wake up in bed and have to make it through another day trying to hold onto a dream that was turning to mist in his hands. But no, it was real. Kitsune— The Kitsune  —was staring at him with piercing green eyes, Ares was clenching his fists and glaring at the closed window, and Basilisk was fidgeting with the edge of their cloak. And the three were offering Hanta an escape. They were offering him a new  home.  It still sounded too good to be true and something more likely to happen in a fairy tale. “I don’t- I don’t even know your real names,” Hanta nervously laughed, aware they were mostly just grasping at straws now. Without hesitation, Basilisk answered him. “Mina Ashido. The Midoriyas adopted me when Katsuki found me in the woods after my parents abandoned me, and then brought them to court so it would be legal and all that.”“Katsuki Bakugou,” Ares answered next. “Auntie Inko and Uncle Hisashi adopted me after my parents…after they died.”“My name is Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you, Hanta.” Kitsune smiled, warm and inviting and  safe.  “…I did not expect you to tell me so easily.”“We trust you.” Ares shrugged. “If you ever come home with us, you need to know our actual names. As funny as it would be to see Natsuo confused over you calling us nicknames.”Hanta had no idea who Natsuo was, but he nodded anyway. “Um, my- my family name is Togatta. Only fair you know too.”The three nodded, not seemingly affected by the new information at all. Hanta supposed it didn’t change much for them. They had already known his first name. But it was a sign of trust. One Hanta knew the weight of. “So…”“So?”“So will you come with us?” Hanta blinked, looking away for a moment. A thousand and one thoughts rushed through their head. The chattering ideas dragged up memories and possibilities, layer upon layer to create a static in his mind. It drowned out any actual coherent thought, but, Hanta found that he already had his answer.Was it probably stupid? Yeah. But would it make him happy?“Yes.” 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Hanta: Having a mental crisis about trusting the vigilantes and in denial that they might be able to finally leaveAlso Hanta: Already planning how to fake their death so they can stay with the Midoriyas“Togatta” means sharp/pointed in Japanese! Because his sister has knives on her elbows and I think I said before that his mom has knives on her fingers or wrist or something, their dad was the one with tape. Side note: when I first wrote this, I was really debating about Hanta actually trusting the vigilantes at this point because it’s only been a few weeks/months. And in current day (almost a year ago but same thing-) I met my best friend and it took, like, three months for me to more or less fully trust her. So I am happy to say I am no longer stressed about that particular part lolALSO!! I move into dorms again in a week! And my classes are pretty tough this next semester, so chapters won’t be super common again for a while, sorry guys :( I genuinely adore writing and posting chapters but my degree has to come first. Wish me luck in the class people have been calling The GPA Killer o7ART TIME ART TIMEA lovely drawing of Harpy :D (By Illa)(also Hanta's tag will be added in the next chapter or two, I think I have to revamp the fic tags before ao3 will let me add more again TwT)'
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