Holy shit, it has been over two months y'all AND I AM STILL ALIVE, BITCHES!

Okay, maybe that isn't too far left field. It's not like I am about to die at any moment. It's a pretty slow death technically. However, I will admit that the struggles have become more real. I require more sleep. I have to take a couple naps throughout the day. I have to sit after a short time.

There's more, but that's the basics. It sucks. It's especially sucks that I am trying to hide it from everyone. Sure, my employees know that my health is not the best, but outside of that? I don't tell another soul. Hell, the people who do know don't know that my death is near. They just know that I need breaks and stuff.

It's hard. If I didn't have this place, I don't think I would be able to handle this much longer. The fantastic news is that I do. I have something to stay alive for, and I'll be staying alive for The Motel for as long as possible.

Since I don't feel like talking about my crippling health, let's talk about The Motel instead!

The Motel is running beautifully! Sure, there are issues here and there, but we are fixing the kinks out! In addition, we have expanded it.

Remember the building I accidently destroyed the wall too? Well, that became a free doctors office for those staying at The Motel.

Remember the building I brought from the grouchy bitches? That is now the hero agency. Yes, I finally got approval for it! It only took the Hero Commission forever!

Those have been my two big projects for the month. While I would have more, my current project is finding a more stable income than the American stock market. With so much invested into this, I rather not lose it cause I put my money in the wrong thing.

However, that's a future me problem! Right now, it's bingo hour, and I really want to fulfill my dream of winning a game a bingo. I moved everything around just to play bingo. Maybe my priorities are in the wrong place but bingo.

As I make my way towards the basement, my phone goes off. What the fuck? No. Why? I pull out my phone to find that it's from one of my heroes at the hero agency...do I have to answer this?

After the hard decision, I sigh and answer the phone, "You better have a good reason to call me before bingo hour."

"Uh, yes! The number one and two hero are here and want to talk to you! Get over here ASAP, Mikumo!" The hero exclaims over the phone. What the fuck? Why should I care?

"Tell them it's bingo hour."

"Oh my god- I'm sorry, he's a bit of a brat-"

"Hey!"

"Mikumo, either you come over here or they come to you. Choose wisely."

"I hate choices," I whine, "Why must they talk to me?"

"I don't know, probably because you were insane enough to open a hero agency here of all places? They are getting ready to walk over."

"Shit, fine. I don't need them to cause a ruckus."

"I'm glad you made the right choice. They will be waiting in the lobby for you! Good luck!"

I start to respond when I hear the phone beep. What the fuck?! Rude! You call me right before bingo hour to come over and then hang up on me?

Today is the worst.

Slowly, I turn around and walk to the hero agency. I am lucky that it's across the street, but I am calling myself unlucky simply because I am forced to go here.

Before I enter, I use my quirk to get a rough idea of what I am getting myself into. I don't really know who the number one and two heroes are? That's probably something I should know, but no. I think I did at one point, but it's like my brain wiped that.

Hawks and Best Jeanist: one has red wings and the other is made of jeans! I don't know their real names, but they're in my quirk database. Odd, but my quirk is weird like that. It remembers more things than I do. It even provides the added effects of telling me their weaknesses! Let's hope that I never have to use them!

Anyway, it is concerning that those two are here. They're probably here due to the cult allegations, so it should be easy to convince them otherwise as long as they are not stupid.

Let's just get this over with. Maybe if I am lucky, I can join later in bingo!

I enter the hero agency to be introduced to the lobby. It was created with the remains of a living room, but I don't think one could tell that immediately. You would have to sit here for a few minutes to recognize the signs.

Damn, I really don't give a fuck. Focus, Mikumo!

I scan the room to find the two heroes sitting on a couch that has been shoved in the corner. With my target locked, I throw a smile on my face and approach them.

"Hello, and welcome to the THA, otherwise known at The Hero Agency..." I start to explain, but I stop. Why?

The moment I began talking, both of them snapped their attention to me as though I called them. Or maybe they recognize me? Recognition makes more sense. You know how when you call someone in a place that they don't expect you to be, they react immediately and look at you? It's like that, and I don't know how to feel about that. It threw me off guard. Sure, my quirk recognizes them, but I don't.

"Izuku?" Hawks asks immediately as he stands up. Oh. They think I am someone else. That fits the bill better than them actually knowing me.

"Uh, no? I am Mikumo Atanki," I correct, "I am the one who created this place."

Hawks has a confused look on his face, but Best Jeanist takes over for him, "Apologies. You just look very similar to someone we have been looking for." They thought I was a lost person...that's kind of worse.

"Oh, that sucks. I hope you find him soon." And that is genuine, believe it or not. There's so many people in the shelter that have missing people. I want to set up a system for that eventually, but that will be a while as it takes more time and energy to set something like that up.

But mostly money limitations.

"I suspect that we will find him soon, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"I hope so. Better sooner than later. For now though, what are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be doing hero shit?"

Hawks recovers with a huff of amusement, "Probably, but if there's a way to make hero shit more efficient, we'll want to take it." I hear Best Jeanist mumble language, but I assume that is for Hawks

"That makes sense, but what does that have to do with you being here?" I question in confusion.

"Well, do you happen to keep track of the crime rates?"

"I would be stupid if I didn't. I have to see if my hero agency is actually doing something. Otherwise, what's the point of it?"

"Then you know that since this agency has been placed that the crime rate in this and surrounding areas have decreased tremendously."

"Tremendously is a bit of an exaggeration."

"Far from it."

Best Jeanist intervenes, "Compared to the crime rate before the sudden increase, it's lower than it was before," I did not know that, "When comparing other new agencies, this is the best performing agency. It could be on the route of becoming one of the best agencies for how well it is performing."

I don't respond for a moment because damn. I did not know that. All I did was place down a hero agency, do a bunch of research and math to find the best paths for each hero, give them good restraining weapons that I created on the spot, and certain codes that I think every hero agency should have. I don't think I have done much. Apparently, that's all you need to be the best.

Go me!

Finally, I say, "Huh." Maybe not the most professional response, but I have never been known for my professionalism, "Everyone else must suck."

Best Jeanist simply facepalms, making sure to do it in such a way that it would not mess up his hair. That has to be the most awkward facepalm I have ever seen. I don't even think that gets the job done, but whatever.

Hawks shrugs, "I couldn't tell you. However, we wanted to see what you do here. If whatever you have done can be implemented to all hero agencies, it could reduce the crime rate in Japan all together."

"Uh-huh...and why should I amuse you guys?" I question. This just seems off, y'all.

"I don't know about Jeanist over here, but I'll pay you to improve my agency." Okay, nevermind. I have to keep myself from laughing at Best Jeanist's expression. He thinks Hawks is nuts.

"How much?"

"Let's say...five percent of profits from my agency will go to you. Sounds good?" Holy shit. It's like God heard me complaining about money troubles and has sent this to me! THANK YOU, GOD! I can't help but grin.

"Hell yes! However, instead of me, make it to The Motel."

"The motel?"

Best Jeanist signals out the window, "That's where you came from, yes?"

I nod quickly, "Uh-huh! I own it, but I can only keep it going with what I have for so long. What Hawks is offering is a miracle."

"Is it not doing well?"

"No, it's doing fantastic! It's just not self-sufficient."

"Uh, for some reason, I don't think this is a motel," Hawks says as he starts wandering about the lobby.

"It's not. It's a shelter. It's just called The Motel."

"...kid, for the love of god, please don't ever name something again. I can appreciate good charity work, but not under a terrible name."

"First off, I'm 24. Second, no. Unless you don't want this deal, can we get this over with, please? I'm missing out on bingo night here!"

Hawks spins to face me, "You are not 24-"

Thankfully for him, Best Jeanist interrupts while standing, "Of course. Lead the way, Mikumo."

"Aye aye, sir!" I exclaim as I go ahead, "Follow me, boys!"

This is going to take a while, and I deny y'all want to hear the nitty gritty details. Therefore, I'll spare y'all!

Wish me luck, folks!

- - -

Shouta's POV

Two months. It has been over two months since Izuku has been home.

I don't know what's going on. Izuku is a talented kid. In most circumstances, he would already be out. A month was already pushing it. Two months leave me wondering if he is actually okay.

Was I illogical for assuming that he was okay in the first place?

"Sho, babe, what do you want to eat? Lunch Rush is going to a shelter to offer some fresh food and nobody wants my cooking so we're ordering," Hizashi snaps me from my thoughts.

Nemuri whines, "Zashi, come on! You know it's not like that! We just want trash food!"

"I still feel disgraced, Nem!"

"Once in a while, you need trash. This is one of those times, hun." Someone help me.

"Says who?"

"Says Snipe!"

"Excuse me, I didn't say dat!" Snipe rebels.

"Technically you did, but that's beside the point. Come on, Zashi! You know you want a bucket of chicken wings!"

Hizashi sighs, "Must you go for that?"

"Yes."

"...fine. Sho, what do you-"

Before Hizashi can finish what he is saying, we're suddenly interrupted by a buzz that fills the teacher's dorm.

Then, Nezu's voice, "Aizawa and Mic, please report to my office."

What does Nezu want at this time? The student alarms didn't go off, so it can't be that. Work can't be it. That leaves...

Izuku. It has to be.

I stand up, Nemuri following, "I'm coming with."

Hizashi has a confused look on his face, "Why-?" After looking at me, it clicks, "Oh."

Without a word, we walk to Nezu's office. With each step, I can feel my heartbeat picking up. I'm hoping, above everything, that it's not news that Izuku is gone. I don't think I can handle it.

It feels like forever when we finally reach outside Nezu's office. Without hesitation, I enter to find Nezu at his desk. In front of him, Gran Torino, Detective Tsukauchi, and Sir Nighteye would be standing. When I opened the door, they turned to face us.

Gran Torino gruffs as we come in, Hizashi closing the door behind us, "Before you consider it, don't ask, Eraser. We don't know why we are here either. We were just told to come here by Hawks." I should have suspected as much. Damn man.

Nezu speaks up, "I don't remember calling you, Midnight. However, considering the circumstance, I'll allow you to stay."

"You make it sound like you had a choice," Nemuri scoffs.

"I suppose not," Nezu responds with a smile. Damn rat.

Nothing else is said for a couple of minutes. Only silence fills the air.

Then, Hawks bursts in. Behind him, Best Jeanist would be following behind while combing through his hair frantically.

"Hey, everyone," Hawks casually says, acting like he isn't aware of how everyone is feeling, "Sorry for being late. It turns out that carrying someone larger than you slows you down a little bit more than you would think." A scoff from Jeanist can be heard.

Sir Nighteye intervenes before Hawks continues, "What are we doing here, Hawks?"

Hawks raises his hands, "Hey now, I'm getting there. I mean, it's pretty obvious why we are here, if you catch my gist."

"Did you find something on Izuku?" Detective Tsukauchi asks.

Hawks smiles, "Even better: we found Izuku."

Silence fills the room once more. I can't say anything. My heart stopped for a moment. Izuku is found. He's alive. However, based on how simple Hawks's response was, there's more. There's always more when it comes to Izuku.

Hizashi disrupts the quiet, "You found him? Is he okay? Where is he?"

Hawks's smile shifts to something more awkward, "He's okay and safe, but that's where it gets complicated."

"Complicated?" Hizashi questions with a confused look, representing how we are all feeling. Hawks sighs, his smile dropping completely.

"Izuku either has amnesia or his memory got wiped. He doesn't remember anything."

"What do you mean he doesn't remember anything?! You sure he wasn't faking it or anything-?!" This is bullshit. Why can't Hawks just explain everything instead of doing this? I just want to know what is going on with Izuku.

I intervene by resting a hand on Hizashi's shoulder, "Calm down." He looks over at me with regret.

"Sorry...are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but this is getting ridiculous," I turn my attention to Hawks, "Explain the entire situation. Don't lead us on."

Best Jeanist clears his throat, bring the attention onto him, "Allow me."

"Go ahead."

"Hawks and I had noticed that there has been a sudden decrease in the crime rate in the same town that got invaded by the prisoners. We looked into to see if they were planning something, but it turned out that a hero agency was placed right in the middle of it. Typically, a hero agency wouldn't have the effect this one did, so we decided to see for ourselves. That hero agency is run by Izuku, who now goes by Mikumo Atanki. From what we learned, he opened it to protect a shelter, that he also owns, across the street."

Best Jeanist takes a deep breath before continuing, "The shelter has been open for two months, so Izuku has been free for a while. Unfortunately, Izuku was not willing to share much about himself. However, overall, he acts similar to how he did if more suspicious around us. He also seems overall calmer."

Hawks intercepts by flashing his phone in front of me, "This is what he looks like now."

I look at the photo, and it seems to have been snuck by the kid considering he is looking away. However, it's Izuku. The hair has been dyed black, he has round glasses, and he has a mask that attaches to his backpack, but it's him. That's Izuku.

He's safe. He's been safe. He's okay.

Despite that, that leads to so many questions. Why is Izuku free? Why did his memory disappear? What is up with the mask? Why is Izuku doing what he is doing?

Hizashi speaks up as he is shown the picture of Izuku, "Any idea why he has the mask on?"

"Nope," Hawks says as he shakes his head, "The only idea we had is that gas is what is giving him amnesia."

I think over the information given. However, I realize that amnesia can't be it.

"Izuku has some of his memories. His memories were manipulated," I inform them.

"What makes you say that?"

Nezu tells them for me, "Mikumo Atanki is the name Izuku used for his second identity if I am correct."

I nod, "Yeah. He also had black hair and glasses when he was him. He had contacts too, but I have seen him without them."

"It would also explain how he was able to build what he has so quickly. Mikumo has plenty of college degrees. He would know what to do and have the ability to do it."

"It looks like the disguise he wore when he went to Deika City," Gran Torino points out. If that's how he went, that explains why he randomly came up and said that Mikumo no longer exists. I thought that was the case, but I am getting confirmation on it.

Sir Nighteye clarifies the situation, "To simply put, Izuku's memories are there but only when he was Mikumo."

Nezu smiles, "That is what we believe, yes. Based on Hawk's and Best Jeanist's description, that would make sense. However, the best course of action to send someone who knows him to see," He turns to Hawks and Best Jeanist, "It is not that I do not believe you. It is overall better to send someone who actually knows him personally rather than on a working level."

"After that?"

"We will have to wait and see. They will know what they should do. They will make the best choice for Izuku's wellbeing," Nezu explains as he faces Hizashi, Nemuri, and I. We get the message.

"Yeah, alright," Hawks says, "I can agree to that. Way better than what the HC President would have said. She would have forced him to come back." Of course. I can appreciate Hawks for not inviting her.

Detective Tsukauchi sighs, "Unfortunately. That's why you had this meeting here."

"It would have been a mess. Someone would have killed her," Hawks points at Hizashi. From what I heard, Hizashi will probably kill her if she tries one more thing, and it takes a lot to get on his nerve. I will support him if he still decides to kill her.

Hizashi huffs in amusement, "I will not! I will simply drag her name into the mud."

"If you do, I will support you."

Nemuri raises her hand, "So will I."

Everyone else chooses to not say anything. I don't say anything because this is a lot.

I'm going to see Izuku. I don't care if he forgot about me. I just want to make sure that he is okay and happy. I know I said that he is okay, but I need to see him in person. I just want to make sure. That's all.

After that...I don't know. If he's happy...I'm not going to take him away from that. If him getting a new life is what he needed to be truly happy, I won't stop him, no matter how painful it may be. I can't give him his memories back, and forcing him back to his previous life won't do anything. It would make things worse.

"Hopefully you guys figure out some answers because I think finding him just gave us more questions," Gran Torino grumbles.

Nemuri shrugs, "Sounds like something he does anyway. I'll admit that this is one of his worst cases." Unfortunately, "However, how are we doing this? I deny we can strut in there and question him."

Nezu thinks for a moment, "Hawks, Best Jeanist, did Izuku recognize either of you?" Both of them shake their heads no, "Then it is best to watch him from a distance. We do not know if he is connected with the villains still or not." I don't even want to think about that possibility.

"So...we would go to his shelter?"

"Undercover, yes."

"Well, Eraser will fit right in at least." I glare at Nemuri, but she isn't wrong.

Hizashi sighs, "This is going to be a painful."

I turn to him, "You don't have to go-" He cuts me off.

"I need to see him." I nod. I get it, "Do you think we can get in and out, or should we stay a couple nights?"

Detective Tsukauchi answers, "It would be better if you guys stayed a couple nights at least. More time to collect information."

Nezu nods in agreement, "Izuku likely made the place secure. Multiple people coming in and out without staying would raise suspicions quickly."

"He made his fridge secure. If the shelter wasn't secured, that ain't Izuku," Nemuri points out. She isn't wrong.

"Of course. I am willing to let you three go. I will handle classes. I expect that you will go tomorrow?" I almost pity my students.

"Yeah, " I tell him. It's enough time to collect information on whatever the hell Izuku has built. Beside me, Hizashi and Nemuri nod.

Hawks claps, "Well, if that's the plan, Best Jeanist and I better head off then. We'll be back to hear the news. Later!" Without giving us a chance to say goodbye, Hawks would already be gone. Surprise surprise. Sarcasm.

"I wish you three luck. Meanwhile, I will be dealing with my own child," Best Jeanist explains. He then follows after Hawks, finally putting his comb away.

From there, we focus on getting ready.

Tomorrow, I will finally see Izuku again.