Izuku ran into All Might's office. "Sir! Are you okay?"

All Might turned to him. "Uh, yes, Young Midoriya, why do you ask?"

"Because you've been acting weird lately. Especially around (Y/N)."

All Might went bug-eyed. "(Y/N)—"

"Yeah, like, every time someone mentions her name, or she tries talking to you, you act all wack."

All Might turned from him. "This doesn't concern you, Young Mi—"

"UH, YEAH—IT DOES CONCERN ME!"

"And why is that?"

"Because I stick my nose in everyone's business. So, fess up!" he insisted.

All Might bowed his head in shame. "Fine. But you must never tell anyone, especially not (Y/N)."

Izuku anxiously nodded.

All Might stared out the window, cinematically existing. "I. . ." With a sigh, he finished, "Am the father of (Y/N) (L/N)—"

(You guys already found that out like 3 mil chapters ago though s o XD)

Izuku's eyes widened, his jaw agape. And unbeknownst to them, the door was open. Looking over, it was Hitoshi.

He awkwardly spoke, "Wow, uh—either Monoma put something suspicious in my tea or you just said you're (Y/N)'s father."

In that moment, All Might kidnapped Izuku and Hitoshi. Launching them in a closet, he said, "LOOK—you must NEVER tell anyone."

"Wow, but you told us—two depressed teenagers?" Hitoshi interjected.

"I had to get rid of the burden," All Might explained. "By giving it to one of my students, of course."

Izuku was still having a panic attack, while Hitoshi only facepalmed.

"I—I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HER DAD!!" Izuku screeched, only to have his mouth covered by All Might's giant hand.

"Calm it down, young Midoriya—"

"Okay—but like, I have so many questions! First of all, why did you leave her? Second, WHEN DID YOU EVER HAVE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER???"

"This is disturbing me on so many levels I can't even describe—" Hitoshi monotoned.

All Might sighed. "Look, many years ago—I secretly married this beautiful woman I met in North Korea."

"Wot the chiz."

He continued, nonetheless, "We fell in love and moved to Japan. And thus, (Y/N) spawned. But there were many problems. At first, (Y/N)'s mother didn't know I was All Might—because I met her in my hobo form. I couldn't let the media know I found a soulmate."

Hitoshi was confused. "Wait, what? You have another form?"

"Yeah, spoiler alert—I'm kind of dying and stuff because my power is too much for my own body."

"Oh, cool. Continue then." Hitoshi pulled out a bag of cappuccino-flavored Pringles and resumed listening.

Izuku glared Hitoshi. But All Might did as he said.

"I loved that woman—but I had to leave. There were just so many villains popping up left and right. So, I did the thing any good father would do—abandon their child. However, I didn't realize (Y/N) had such an incredibly powerful Quirk. . .maybe even more so than mine."

"I don't really care for the overpowered junk, I just hope she's a good kisser," said Hitoshi. For that, All Might sent a Dad-glare his way. Izuku immediately grew jealous.

"H-HEY! THAT'S OUT OF CHARACTER FOR YOU!!" he squealed.

"Welp."

All Might crossed his arms. "But since she's back in my life, I could adopt her again."

"Wow, you really are a scumbag, aren't you?" Hitoshi quizzed sarcastically.

"NO! You would've done the same thing!" All Might made a horrible attempt at making his actions seem noble.

Izuku frowned. "No—not really."

So, All Might made like a lost set of earbuds and disappeared. Izuku and Hitoshi were left there, completely shocked.

"Wow—I can't believe he's her father. . .the All Might I knew would never abandon his child," Izuku mumbled.

Hitoshi replied, "The All Might you knew never had a child."

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After crying for three hours straight over the disappearance of Katsuki—I arose from my desk and apathetically headed to the cafeteria.

"Katsuki—I. . .I never even got to kiss him. . ." I choked through sobs, while staring at my 'Who's the Best Kisser' notebook. "What if he was the best kisser on the entire planet—and I never even got to experience it!?"

I've never been so depressed. . .ever. Not even when my dad left. This was much more heart wrenching and traumatic.

So, I decided to do something about it instead of sulk in a bathroom stall with nothing but a bag of stale Cheetos. I got up, rode on a fidget spinner to class, slammed the door open, and declared,

"WE GOTTA LOOK FOR KATSUKI!"

All my classmates looked at me like I was cray-cray.

"Wait, you mean—go after him in that creepy forest?" wondered Denki.

"No chiz, Shreklock," taunted Eijiro.

"Please, guys! He's out there—LOST SOMEWHERE!!" I begged.

"Why? He's mean to us—not to mention to you too," Tsu tried reasoning with me, but of course, no one could ever do that.

"I don't care—we just have to."

"Yup, they're dating," Mina remarked.

Upon hearing that, my face erupted with blush. "WH—NO!!!! NOT AT ALL!!!!!!!!"

"Well, it's kind of Denki's fault he's lost sooo—he has to go at least." Kirishima then pushed the poor Pikachu boy toward me, causing him to screech.

"I-I'll go!" joined Izuku. "I'll help save Kacchan."

"Well, I'll only go because (Y/N) is. I don't want her to get hurt. Plus, if anyone does something illegal, I can be the first to snitch," added Tenya. He stood beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I screamed internally.

Shouto popped up from nowhere and slapped his wrist off me Kardashian-style. Wow, I haven't seen him since our first kiss. It's like he died or something.

"In case you're wondering, yes, I did die," Shouto explained. "But I lived."

Ahh, that made much more sense.

"I'll go as well, since you need a stronk man to protect you~" Eijiro commented, sending a wink my way. My heart couldn't help but flutter, which made me bow my head in shyness. But it wasn't like he was flirting with ME. He was probably just being friendly. . . .

"Well, Bakugou is having a house party next Friday—and it'd be a shame if we couldn't go because he was kidnapped and stuff. So, yeah! Let's go find him," said Momo.

Nice to know that's the only thing she's concerned about.

So, the people who joined my search party for Katsuki were: Izuku, Eijiro, Denki, Tenya, Shouto, and Momo. The other girls didn't want to go because they were all complaining about how it was too dangerous or whatever. They were such crybabies.

Looking out the window, I thought, Don't worry, my explosive baby pineapple—I will surely find you!