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Foresight is 20/20- Part 1/4

Warnings: A person being treated like an object, referring to a person as ‘it’, fearplay, non-consensual (non-sexual) touching, mentions of vore but none takes place, mentions of dissection/torture but none happens and a general warning for Izuku having pretty dark thoughts. If I missed any please let me know!

This is my first post so I’m really nervous but here we go! There’s a surprising lack of g/t for mha and I took that as a challenge! Have some giant Sir Nighteye and tiny Midoryia.

Rubbing his eyes, Mirai sighed and leaned back in his chair. This case was impossible! Some woman with an untraceable brainwashing Quirk had robbed a bank and they couldn’t find her. There’d been no leads when they checked the Quirk Registry and all they had to go off was a few minutes of security footage.

There was no use in continuing what he was doing. It was late, he was exhausted and his laptop was looking more frustrating every second.

Standing up, he stretched out the ache in his limbs and he went down to the agency’s kitchen to have a last cup of tea before he left for the night. Luckily, Centipeder had left out the camomile tea and the corner of Mirai’s lips twitched upwards. It was obviously a jab at his workaholic tendencies, but it was a considerate gesture.

It was as he was sipping his tea that he noticed something laying on the counter and he squinted at it. A doll? Had Eri left it when she was visiting earlier?

Picking it up, Mirai turned it over in his hand, admiring the detailed craftsmanship. Pale, freckled skin, soft, fluffy green hair, even handmade clothes with near-invisible stitching. It looked exactly like a tiny human. He had to wonder if it was made using some kind of Quirk — a Quirk that let them zoom in the see the finer details, most likely.

Gently placing it in his pocket to give back to the girl the next time he saw her, Mirai forgot about the doll.

He finished his tea, packed up his things and went home. The drive was peaceful, considering it was nearly 11 pm and most sane people were asleep. He loved quiet nights and he basked in the only noise being the soft murmur of the radio.

When he got in, he hung up his blazer and quickly changed into his pyjamas. He barely remembered to brush his teeth and wash the product out of his hair before he collapsed into his bed and curled under the covers.

——

Izuku woke up to complete darkness.

It wasn’t the darkness of his home inside the walls, where he still got the soft light of the morning through a little peephole he’d made. He couldn’t see anything and he felt around blindly.

There was fabric surrounding him completely, soft to the touch and smooth. Following the fabric upwards, he stood up and, on his tiptoes, he could feel a flap of some kind.

It was like…

A pocket.

Izuku froze at the thought. He’d been shoved in a pocket and the material was really nice so it could only be one person.

Sir Nighteye. Or Mirai Sasaki. People called him both. He was the head of the hero agency Izuku lived in.

Nighteye was a cold, calculated man that terrified Izuku to his very core. His mama had always warned him about humans like that: they were the first ones to notice when things went missing. But Nighteye was also mean to people his own — well, just humans, considering Nighteye towered over other humans too — size. Izuku had no doubts he’d want to get rid of a borrower, seeing him as a pest.

Holding his breath, Izuku listened carefully but didn’t hear anything and decided to risk it.

Jumping up, he caught the lip of the pocket, half pulling himself up half using his feet to try and get some traction. He got up the side, holding himself up by the shoulders as he looked around. The blazer he was in the pocket of looked like it’d been hung up and Izuku knew the drop would at least break his leg, if not worse.

Digging his hook into the fabric of the pocket, Izuku let the thread dangle down. It didn’t reach the floor all the way but he’d survive that drop. Kicking his leg over the edge, he held onto the thread in a death grip and started slowly shimmying down the wire. The final few inches he dropped without a problem and he tugged his hook down after him.

Glancing around, he didn’t recognise anything around him and cold dread washed over him. Had he been taken to Nighteye’s house? How was he meant to get back?

Sticking closely to the baseboards, Izuku snuck around to get the layout, finding what looked like a living room connected to a kitchen. Upon seeing the kitchen, his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten and he padded quietly towards the nearest counter.

Tossing his hook up, it caught on the counter first try and when Izuku tugged on it, there wasn’t any shifting. Climbing up expertly, Izuku heaved himself onto the counter, unhooking his rope and spooling it back up.

He looked around, searching for anything that had been left out and he lit up when he saw a plate of cookies. Immediately, Izuku sprinted over and snatched one up — they were small enough he could carry a whole one — breaking it in half. One half went in his satchel while he bit into the other with a muffled sound of delight.

So good!

He didn’t usually get sweets so the taste of chocolate was amazing. When he was younger, his mother used to borrow a piece of chocolate or something else sweet for them to share on their birthdays as a treat. The thought of his mother was bittersweet, but Izuku pushed it aside.

He finished the half of the cookie he’d broken off and contemplated grabbing another when he heard it.

“—orning. Yes, I’ll be in the office today.”

His blood froze at the familiar voice, but there wasn’t anywhere to hide. The countertop was bare of any clutter. He could only whip around on his heel and tremble as Nighteye entered the kitchen, a phone held up to his ear.

“Of course I stayed late. Bubble Girl didn’t file her reports correctly and I had to fix it.”

Nighteye’s voice was sharp and Izuku flinched when equally piercing golden eyes locked onto him. In the blink of an eye, he loomed over Izuku, overwhelming in every sense of the word.

“Yes. I’m aware. I’ll be dealing with her situation later.”

A giant hand snatched Izuku up in a bruising grip like he was nothing, trapping his arms by his side and lifting him at a dizzying speed. Nighteye scanned over him with unabashed fascination, eyes flickering at every strained breath and twitch.

Izuku couldn’t even bring himself to scream or cry under that gaze.

“I remember. I’ll be baking them tonight. I have a new ingredient I’ve never used before and I’m eager to try.”

The borrower’s mind blanked, burning terror coursing through him as he processed the words spoken. Surely he didn’t mean Izuku… he- he couldn’t. Why would he… Oh no. Oh no. Nonono. Ohkamiohkami…

The hand clutching him moved and his vision blurred, barely catching Nighteye pinning his phone between his ear and shoulder, freeing his other hand.

His vision focused in time to see the maw of a jar and his heart plummeted.

“Yes, I may be a little delayed. A… situation came up, but it’s been dealt with.”

Izuku was dropped into the jar, hitting the bottom with a thud that knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping for air. A cookie was also dropped in, more carefully than he was so it didn’t land on him. The cap was screwed on and Izuku was only thankful it had holes in so he wouldn’t suffocate. He’d rather be eaten than suffocated.

“I’ll see you in the office.”

Nighteye swept out of the room, leaving Izuku in a jar on the counter. He held his freshly regained breath but Nighteye didn’t come back and there was the distant sound of the front door closing.

The tears that had been building spilled down his cheeks. He’d been caught. Oh god, he was gonna die. He was gonna be eaten!

He let himself cry for a long while, heaving sobs that wracked his entire body.

It was only when his tears ran dry that he forced himself to focus. Rubbing his sleeves into his eyes, Izuku took a few deep breaths. He had time. Nighteye had gone for his shift so he had the opportunity to get out and hopefully find somewhere to hide from the human.

He took the cookie that was in the jar with him, shoving it in his satchel before taking it off.

Glancing between the counter and the floor, he estimated that he’d be able to survive if he was careful. The jar was glass and would shatter is he could force it over the edge…

That was the last resort, though.

For now, Izuku used the fact the jar was less wide than he was tall, bracing his hands and feet on either side and climbing up with all his strength. He got to the top and started to carefully unscrew the lid, since it hadn’t been fully screwed on. He kicked it off and it went clattering to the distant floor.

Sliding carefully back to the bottom of his prison, Izuku sucked in a few heaving breaths, shaking out his trembling limbs. Step 1 was finished, now he had to knock the jar over and run out.

Slipping his satchel back on, Izuku backed up and took a running start at the side, sending it careening over. He bolted out the top and the jar went rolling off the counter, shattering on the floor.

He flinched at the clamour, all his instincts screaming at the noise, telling him to run and even if he knew the house was empty, he didn’t stick around. Izuku walked along the side where the wall and counter met, looking for any borrower-made openings.

Honestly, he was surprised when he did find one. It was clearly old and unused but he managed to pry it open and slip inside the tunnels, closing the entrance behind him.

The tunnels inside were well-made, the walls smooth, although they were clearly built with an adult borrower in mind since he couldn’t touch the top of the tunnels if he tried. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Izuku headed deeper into the walls. He soon came across a wide, empty space that was carefully carved out, more than big enough for one borrower. Izuku sighed in relief.

That relief vanished as he spotted two symbols carved on at the back of the space.

One was the symbol meaning the home had been abandoned but they hadn’t been discovered. The other… It was the symbol for a dangerous human.

Izuku winced at the sight. He knew Nighteye was dangerous before, but borrowers only ever labelled one like this if they thought it was an incredibly cruel human. The kind that would dissect a borrower or torture one.

Looking away from the grim reminder, he set his satchel down and slumped against the wall. The empty space seemed mocking, reminding him painfully of the things he’d left behind at home. That he’d had no choice to leave.

Izuku curled up and trembled, allowing himself to properly grieve for what he’d had taken from him.

——

I absolutely love the idea of Sir Nighteye as a giant: he’s just got that terrifying coldness to him! I’m already working on a second part and I have ideas for a third although I’m unsure how long this will be.

Foresight is 20/20- Part 2/4

Warnings: Non-graphic description of broken bones, Izuku having dark thoughts, brief mention of suffocation. Let me know if I missed any!

I didn’t expect to have the second part of this done so soon but I was out today and bored so hammered out the last bit of this part, so here we are! I’ve got a rough idea of where I want this to go and it’s looking like it’ll be 3 or 4 parts!

All day, Mirai couldn’t find it in him to focus completely on his work. His thoughts drifted back to the tiny boy, now sat in a jar in his kitchen.

It was a poor decision on his part but he’d seen the panic in that tiny face and felt the terrified hammering of his heart against his fingertips. He didn’t have the time to comfort him before he was late for work and he didn’t want him running around where he could get hurt, so the jar seemed logical. With an internal wince, he knew he had to apologise to the boy when he got back.

He did have to wonder why the boy had been in his agency in the first place. Did he live there? Was he alone? He must have a family— oh kami, had he accidentally kidnapped a child?

If Mirai left earlier than usual after being distracted all day, no one mentioned it.

When he arrived home, he already had an apology on his lips until he stepped into the kitchen and his heart stopped. Shattered glass was all over the floor and with the jar gone, it wasn’t hard to put together where it came from. He immediately crouched by the mess, scanning for any sign of the green-haired boy.

There wasn’t a trace of him but there also wasn’t any blood so Mirai could at least feel relief that he wasn’t injured. No signs of a break in so he must’ve escaped on his own. If he wasn’t so worried, he’d be impressed. It would’ve taken incredible skill for him to get out the jar on his own.

Mirai figured if he was smart enough to get out of a jar alone then he also would be smart enough to hide. That at least meant he wouldn’t be out in the open, where he could be hurt.

It didn’t stop him watching the shadows in his home, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. There wasn’t any sign of him at all and Mirai could only try his best to put it out of his mind and refocus on his case.

——

Izuku was really stupid sometimes.

Leaving his hook in the walls and having to go back for it, forgetting what he went out the walls for, passing out on the counter and getting taken away from his home.

All of those were stupid. But this… this topped them all. Helping on a case was so incredibly stupid he could almost hear the voice of his mother in his mind, begging him not to.

‘Never give a human the chance to discover you, Izu. Never.’

But… Izuku had seen Nighteye’s files laid out on the table after the man went to bed and he couldn’t help himself. He’d always been interested in the work heroes did and he would begrudgingly admit he missed being surrounded by it.

He read them over and immediately an idea for how to solve it came to mind. The woman who’d robbed the bank clearly had a telekinesis Quirk! That meant Nighteye had been looking for the wrong kind of Quirk.

Nighteye’s notes on her Quirk were wrong, assuming it was a brainwashing Quirk. That was fair to assume from the way she’d seemingly manipulated the man working to hand over the money. But Izuku saw the screenshots and he could see the fabric of his sleeves being manipulated and the way the man seemed to choke, which made him think she threatened him by cutting off his airflow.

Izuku took the pen Nighteye had left out, hefting the writing utensil and pointedly circling the bank teller’s wrists where it was obvious the fabric was being pulled. He also made a note of ‘telekinesis Quirk’ on the paper, though the writing was wonky and each letter was a different size. Thankfully, it was still readable.

The next morning, he couldn’t resist peeking out from his door to watch Nighteye. He slumped at the table and read over his notes from the previous night, clearly frustrated.

When he came across what Izuku wrote, he paused. It was clear he was confused from the slight furrow in his brow as he looked at the messy scrawl and circled evidence.

——

“Hmmm… I didn’t write this. Did one of the interns get ahold of them…?” Mirai mumbled as he looked at the papers in front of him, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “but it’s possible…”

Nighteye pulled out his phone, dialling Tsukauchi and relaying the theory to the detective.

“That’d make sense. The teller said he felt like he couldn’t breathe for a while. We thought it was another aspect of the Quirk but… I’ll look into it now.” Tsukauchi had replied and Mirai was surprised. He’d have to find which of his interns had come up with the theory and thank them. He didn’t recognise the handwriting but there were only so many people it could be.

When he went in the next day, Mirai asked Mirio to look over the handwriting and if he recognised it. The teen knew every one of the people working at the Nighteye Agency so if anyone at the agency had done it, Mirio would know who.

“Nope! I don’t recognise it at all. I think I’d recognise handwriting that messy… at least we can finally solve the case!” Mirio chirped and while his intern was easily able to brush the unknown person aside, Mirai couldn’t get it out of his mind. He’d not seen the note the night before, so it appeared overnight. It just didn’t make sense.

Mirai felt silly as he watched over his empty work desk from the kitchen, stood in the dark. But he had to know. He had to know who was solved his case because if it wasn’t his interns, who could it be?

For a while, there was nothing.

And then a familiar, tiny figure climbed onto the table and started reading the laid out documents. It was that tiny boy he’d found just over a month ago.

He wanted to reveal himself and ask the boy every question he’d been thinking about in that time, but he reigned those emotions in. The memory of the boy’s wide emerald eyes and trembling had him wincing.

Mirai didn’t want to scare the boy off.

“There’s no way… maybe a paralysis Quirk… eye contact?” the boy’s soft muttering also came as a surprise, considering he hadn’t said a word when… The idea he’d scared the boy silent twisted something in his chest and he felt sick.

Still, he listened and watched as the boy tore through the case, coming up with theories Mirai himself hadn’t even thought of. He was incredible to watch.

With the confirmation that the boy was still living in his house, Mirai purposefully got careless. A little extra food left on the side overnight, a couple of extra things that might be useful forgotten on his desk, a few more files open on the table. He stuck to his schedule but the little changes he made were to help the boy he remembered who bordered on too thin and just bones.

The notes on his files continued and occasionally, Mirai would stay up to watch him work. He nearly alerted him that he was there one night by almost laughing when he had to pick up the pen that was nearly double his height. Mirai made it a point to leave out a shorter pencil nub and the notes got much neater.

Mirai should’ve known he was tempting fate.

He wasn’t even sure what noise he’d made but the boy’s head snapped up and emerald eyes locked onto his own. His entire body froze and they were caught in a staring competition.

Taking a slow step forward snapped whatever invisible thread was keeping the boy in place and he flinched backwards. Mirai winced at the reaction but he couldn’t let him get away again.

The boy’s hands scrambled for something at his waist and Mirai lunged forward, grabbing him. Unlike the last time, he struggled and fought against him, trying to break free. Fear of dropping him made him tighten his grip on instinct.

But Mirai’s blood froze when something under his fingers snapped.

——

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He should’ve known this would happen. He shouldn’t have gone out more than he needed to. He definitely should’ve just left the human’s things alone!

Cradling his arm that was definitely some form of broken, Izuku stumbled backwards, never taking his blurred gaze off Nighteye as he went searching for something. He’d dropped Izuku on the table after he’d broken his arm and he was stuck between relief that he wasn’t being held any more and anxiety over what came next.

He couldn’t escape with his arm out of commission and a dark part of him wondered what Nighteye would do to him. Use him as some form of entertainment before dissecting him or maybe just keeping him as a pet. He might even kill him and the broken arm was some kind of threat.

Nighteye came back with a white box, setting it on the table. Izuku didn’t know what it was and immediately was wary.

When Nighteye reached for him, Izuku couldn’t help shrieking and backpedaling, tripping over his own feet. His heart pounded against his ribs and he clenched his eyes shut, prepared to feel that restrictive grasp…

When he didn’t feel the life getting squeezed out of him, he hesitantly opened his eyes.

Nighteye had pulled his hand back and he looked at Izuku with an unfamiliar expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you, I just want to treat your arm.” he said and Izuku scrutinised his face, looking for any hint of him being insincere. There wasn’t any.

Pushing himself to stand, his gaze flickered between Nighteye and his arm. It was already swollen, turning an ugly purple and even twitching his fingers hurt. Clearly it needed treating but could he really trust the human who’d done it in the first place?

If it healed wrong, though… he’d never be able to climb or do anything he needed to survive.

Making up his mind, Izuku started taking small, slow steps towards Nighteye, resolutely not looking at his hands and avoiding making eye contact. He just stared at the All Might pattern on the human’s pyjamas, focusing on the details that got clearer as he got closer.

He stopped when he thought he was close enough, glancing up to see Nighteye’s sharp gaze watching him and he flinched. There was a long moment of silence.

“Can I touch you?” Nighteye asked and Izuku was surprised that he asked. Still, he nodded and held out his arm, forcing his breathing to steady as fingers longer than he was tall started to wrap bandages around his arm.

It was over in less than a minute but it felt like it lasted an eternity.

“Thank you.” Izuku mumbled. Nighteye had already broken his arm, he didn’t want to give him any reason to break something else too.

“I’m sorry,” Nighteye said again and Izuku caught the way he avoided looking at him, pointedly looking past where he stood. “I didn’t mean to hurt you and I can’t apologise enough.” There was genuine regret in his voice and face and Izuku hesitated.

His mother always told him humans didn’t care if they hurt a borrower… but Nighteye looked like he cared a lot. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t going to question it.

An awkward silence fell as Izuku played with the hem of his shirt, unsure what he was meant to do now. The Rules focused on avoiding getting caught but what did he do now? He couldn’t use his arm to climb, no matter moving to a different place.

“I have an offer,” Nighteye said.

——

When Mirai was sure he’d caught the tiny boy’s attention, he tried to think how best to phrase his question.

“Will you let me take care of you until your arm heals?” he asked, obviously surprising him with the way wide emerald eyes blinked uncomprehendingly up at him.

“W-what?” his voice was so quiet Mirai had to strain to hear it. It really just showed how young the kid was and the guilt in his stomach felt painful.

“You’ll need to keep your arm wrapped for at least 6 weeks,” he explained softly, “I want to make sure you heal properly so I’m offering to take care of you myself to make it easier for you. It’s only an offer so you don’t need to say yes if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

The green haired boy looked conflicted and for good reason. He’d been the one to break his arm and it’d been so easy. It barely took any pressure for tiny bones to snap like toothpicks. If Mirai had held him any tighter he could’ve killed him.

“What- what if I… said no?” he asked quietly as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to be heard or not.

“Then you go home and I’ll leave things out for you,” Mirai assured him. Keeping the boy in his sights was more for his own benefit but he wouldn’t withhold food or other supplies that he dearly needed. That would’ve been cruel.

There was another pause before the boy nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Suppressing the urge to sigh in relief, Mirai just settled on nodding. “Thank you for trusting me, I’ll do my best to be worthy of it.” He bowed his head, “Although can you tell me your name?” calling him the green haired boy in his mind was getting dull.

“I… I’m Izuku.”

——

So there’s part 2! I’m a sucker for misunderstandings and accidents!

Foresight is 20/20- Part 3/4

Warnings: Mentions of past broken bones, mild fearplay. If I missed any, let me know!

Here is the 2nd to final part of this story! I’m writing the next chapter already and it’s pure fluff.

“Be careful, Izuku.”

The borrower ignored the warning and continued climbing up the expanse of white fabric. His arm was healed and he was absolutely taking advantage of having his mobility back in the most awkward way he could.

Climbing over Mirai and giving the human many near-heart attacks.

Grasping the edge of the pocket, Izuku climbed in, leaning his back against Mirai’s chest. Being in his pocket, he could hear the slow thumping of the man’s heart and it was soothing.

“I’m always careful.” he called, grinning when he felt the sigh Mirai heaved at his shenanigans.

After a long seven weeks, Izuku could confidently say he wasn’t afraid of Mirai anymore. The first time he’d picked him up after breaking his arm, Izuku panicked so hard he blacked out. Now, he was sure Mirai probably wished he had a little more fear for himself considering he made the perfect climbing frame.

“You are a strange child, Izuku.” Mirai’s hand came to settle over the pocket Izuku curled up in, like he was reassuring himself that Izuku really was as okay as he said. “Alright, are you ready to go?” Mirai asked.

“Yep!” he chirped and rested his chin on the edge of the pocket.

Mirai promised to take Izuku back to his home in the agency now his arm had healed. He was excited to get back and see Katsuki and Ochako again.

“Remember to keep your head down.” Mirai said as he walked and Izuku hummed in agreement as he ducked back into the pocket.

He clutched his bag close to him and kept his breathing quiet. Leaning his head against Mirai’s chest, he focused on the steady sound of human’s heartbeat. It was surprisingly pleasant to listen to, if jarring because of how loud it was when he was that close.

Past the fear that had been a constant in his life, he’d always been intrigued by just how similar humans and borrowers were. They were just borrowers but bigger!

After spending the past seven weeks with Mirai, he would just find himself looking between his own tiny self and the human. When he got comfortable being held, he’d just sit in the palm of Mirai’s hand, staring at the swirls of his fingerprints and compare them to his own.

“We’re here, Izuku.” Mirai murmured, pulling him from his thoughts and he peeked from the top of the pocket.

The office was only distantly familiar, since the borrowers living in the agency could never pluck up the nerve to try and take anything from the most observant human. Still, it was familiar enough he was comforted by the sight.

Mirai held up a hand to the pocket and Izuku climbed onto it. “Is there anywhere in particular you want to be set down?” he asked.

“Your desk please.” He hopped off the hand, watching Mirai as he sat and opened his laptop. Izuku would go home later, but for now he was content to watch Mirai work.

“You’ll be sticking around for now?” Mirai asked and Izuku hummed.

“Yeah, it sounds weird but I still want to spend time with you.” Izuku blushed, embarrassed at his own admitted clinginess. “And I’ll definitely still visit you!” he declared.

Mirai smiled softly at him. “I’d like that.”

——

Izuku was missing.

He’d been missing for 3 months. He’d gone borrowing one day and just hadn’t come back.

Katsuki was losing hope. It was a childish hope that made him believe Izuku would just come back one day, completely fine, grinning and rambling about the adventures he’d been on while he was gone. He just wanted his friend back so badly it hurt.

He went around like normal but the absence of his best friend’s constant chatter while he borrowed made it seem so lonely.

Ochako had been trying her best to keep his spirits up, coming with him on his usual borrowing trips. She usually would focus more on fixing clothes since Izuku was clumsy but without him there, there wasn’t as much of a need.

So she joined him.

Katsuki blamed himself for this. He should’ve kept a better look out with Ochako being so unpracticed. He should’ve seen the loud blonde human coming ages away.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t even notice the human’s presence until he was snatched up in a fist. Ochako certainly did when she heard his yelp but she was grabbed before she could run.

Katsuki struggled but the grip was unrelenting, the overbearing heat stifling as he gasped for breath past his fear. What was the human going to do with them? Throw them in some cage to ogle at?

Katsuki wanted to scream and yell at the human to put them down, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to say even a word. The rule about not speaking to humans was the only thing that he could even think about.

The human ran, sending Katsuki’s stomach reeling and bile burned at the back of his throat. His vision blurred before he clenched his eyes shut.

There was the sound of a door being slammed open. Something was said that made his ears ring with it’s volume and he felt himself falling.

He snapped his eyes open as he slammed into a solid surface. Katsuki paled when he realised it was a pair of hands and he immediately grabbed Ochako, pulling her close.

Mentally, he hoped that it wasn’t who he thought it was. That it was any other human but that one. His eyes trailed up and locked onto the cold golden gaze of the one human he desperately hoped it wouldn’t be.

It was just his luck they’d be given straight to Nighteye himself.

——

“Sir! I found something!”

Mirai looked up as Mirio barrelled into his office. Izuku was hidden by his laptop screen, but he stood and walked over to his intern just to be safe.

“What is it, Mirio?” he asked and the teen thrust his hands out, something gripped in each fist. Mirai took the things dropped into his hands out of instinct before he could even register what they were.

When he did, however, his eyes widened.

It was a pair of borrowers. A brown haired girl and a blonde boy who stared up at him with terror in their faces as they clutched to each other desperately.

“Where did you find them?” he asked the blonde, keeping his tone cool.

“They were in the kitchen for some reason.” Mirio answered. It made sense, considering it was where he found Izuku. The boy had explained that borrowers took things from humans which included food and what could be classified as junk. A kitchen was the best place for both, apparently.

“Alright. I’ll deal with this,” he didn’t miss the flinches that phrase got, “Thank you, Mirio.” he dismissed the teen and turned his attention to the borrowers in his hands.

The boy stood shakily in front of the other, glaring defiantly up at Mirai.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” he said softly, walking to his desk and laying his hands down, where the pair shot off like they’d been burned. They kept their eyes on him, cautious and obviously distrusting.

“What was it-” Izuku poked his head around the laptop and his eyes met the other two borrowers.

“Izuku!”

It wasn’t surprising that all of them knew each other. He felt awful that he’d kept Izuku from his friends for so long but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it. Even Izuku admitted injuries like his broken arm made borrowing near-impossible.

“Where were you!” the blonde one yelled but it was obvious he was worried as he fretted over Izuku.

“I was with Mirai,” Izuku said, gesturing up at him, much to the obvious horror of the other two. Mirai tried not to be too offended that every borrower seemed even more terrified of him than of any other human. Was he really that scary?

“Izuku, you know how dangerous that is!” The brunette was trying to be quiet but didn’t succeed.

——

Izuku pouted at Ochako. “He helped me when I broke my arm!” he protested, leaving out the fact that Mirai was responsible for said broken arm.

“You broke your arm?” Katsuki paled and Izuku knew the thoughts of everything that could’ve gone wrong, living life as a borrower with only the use of one hand. Ochako looked equally horrified.

“It’s fine, see.” he rolled up his sleeve and showed he still had full motion in his arm. They both scrutinised him for a long moment before deeming it healed.

“I’m glad you’re okay but you need to be more careful, Izuku.” Ochako scolded, flicking him softly on the forehead. He whined but didn’t object because she was right.

Katsuki pulled him into a fierce hug and Ochako joined soon after, leaving Izuku content, if a little squished. They stayed like that for a while until Katsuki pulled away and turned on his heel to face Mirai.

The human had moved to give them a moment of privacy and he was again sat at his laptop, completely ignoring the borrower trio.

Katsuki marched over and hesitated only for a split second before he walked along the strip of plastic between the keyboard and the screen, standing where he’d block anything important. Izuku trusted Mirai but he couldn’t help the spike of fear at Katsuki’s brazen actions and he had to stop Ochako from running after him.

Obviously Katsuki wanted the human’s attention and he definitely had it.

“Why did you take Izuku?” He asked, crossing his arms and glaring up at Mirai. Izuku knew he was clutching his arms to hide the shaking of his hands and Katsuki’s legs stayed tense.

“I didn’t mean to,” Mirai said, slowly moving his hands away from Katsuki and settling them in his lap, “I found him passed out and assumed he was a doll of some kind.” His voice was low and open as he explained himself and Izuku was thankful that Mirai didn’t take offence to Katsuki interrogating him.

Katsuki glared even harder, like he was trying to figure out if Mirai was lying. He huffed but stopped glaring as hard, returning to his base levels of glaring.

“Okay. I believe you,” he declared, “but I don’t trust you!”

Mirai nodded. “That’s understandable, Izuku needed time to trust me as well but could you please get off my laptop? I have a lot of work to be done.”

Blinking at the human in surprise at the casual way he talked to him, Katsuki did what Mirai asked. He got a small smile from the human that seemed to confuse him further.

——

Katsuki thought he knew everything about humans.

They were cruel, loud and big. That’s all he needed to know. Stay away from humans and never trust any of them.

But then Izuku came back, vouching for a human. He wasn’t stupid: if anything, Izuku was one of the smartest borrowers Katsuki had ever met. For Izuku to be trusting a human, there had to be a good reason.

He figured he may as well try and test the human’s patience while getting an answer to his question. So he stood directly on the human’s laptop, where he couldn’t be ignored.

But Mirai didn’t lash out or even snap at him, even purposefully stopping his work to move his hands away. It was a level of consideration he hadn’t expected out of the human responsible for Izuku disappearing for 3 months.

Maybe… there were a few exceptions to the rules.

——

Introducing other borrowers occurred to me and I just hope that inspiration doesn’t hit like a bus because I already have a good few WIPs and abandoned projects I may revisit.

Foresight is 20/20- Part 4/4

Warnings: None.

Here we are! The final chapter! It’s pretty short but hopefully sweet enough to balance the angst.

Mirai should’ve known that Mirio wouldn’t forget about the borrowers. The boy had a soft heart and, in hindsight, he’d sounded rather threatening when he said he’d ‘deal with’ them.

“Sir, what did you do with the tiny people?” he asked quietly, hesitating as if he was scared of the answer.

“I came to an… agreement, I suppose.” Mirai said, “But don’t worry, they’re perfectly fine.”

Mirio beamed. “That’s good. Do you know what they are?”

He hesitated. Borrowers kept themselves secret and he wasn’t going to betray the delicate trust developing between him and the two more wary borrowers. Ochako had even recently came to him for help. Izuku had emphasised how much it meant for any of the borrowers to approach willingly and it warmed his heart.

“I can’t say.” He settled on. Mirio pouted but nodded in understanding. His disappointment made Mirai hesitate before he tacked on, “However, I could ask if they would want to talk to you, if you’d like?”

Mirio immediately lit up and nodded enthusiastically, “Thank you, Sir!”

“I can’t guarantee anything.” he cautioned but it didn’t damper Mirio’s excitement. He just nodded and shot off to go on patrol.

Mirai sighed in fondness and shook his head. He really drew all kinds of strange children to him, didn’t he?

He did bring up the idea of the borrowers talking to Mirio the next time he saw them. “Would you three be willing to interact with Mirio?”

Izuku tilted his head up at Mirai with a curious sound. “Why? Did he ask about Ochako and Katsuki?” There was a defensive tone to his voice.

“Yes. He wanted to know if they were alright.” And that really was what Mirio had asked, although in different words. “I told him yes and he asked what they were—” Izuku paled and Mirai quickly finished, “—and I told him I couldn’t say.”

The borrower sagged in visible relief. He then considered the question he’d been asked.

“I might, but I’m not sure about Ochako or Katsuki, I’d have to ask them.” Tapping at his chin, Izuku thought quietly for a moment, “I don’t have anything in particular against it so long as you’re there to supervise.”

Mirai nodded. It was a fair request and he certainly had no problems mediating the meeting. He knew Mirio meant well, but he was overwhelming at the best of times.

“Tell me what you decide and I’ll pass it along to Mirio.” Mirai concluded the conversation.

It was two days later that Izuku came up to him with Ochako by his side. “I-I want to talk to Mirio,” she gushed in one, quick breath, as if scared of losing her nerve if she wasted even a single second.

“And what about Katsuki?” he idly asked. The trio stuck together as much as possible so to be missing the 3rd was unusual.

“He doesn’t want to talk.” Izuku said simply and Mirai accepted the lack of reason. If Katsuki had hesitations, it wasn’t his place to pry.

“Alright, when would you be available to meet him?”

“Now?” Mirai was surprised but agreed easily. He called Mirio to his office and his intern clearly didn’t suspect anything from the surprise on his intern’s face when he saw Izuku perched on Mirai’s shoulder and Ochako cupped in his palm.

Izuku liked the vantage point of Mirai’s shoulder and it was one of Izuku’s favourite places to sit. Mirai suspected that Ochako had only demanded that he held her so she felt safer from Mirio, considering how she trembled as she’d climbed onto his hand. That had nothing on how she clung to his thumb when Mirio entered his office.

“Good morning, Mirio.” he greeted casually, trying to subtly hint that his intern should follow his lead. He did, picking his jaw off the metaphorical floor.

“Good morning, Sir!” Mirio chirped in his usual cheer, although it was noticeably more mild than it usually was. Mirai smiled approvingly.

“Would you two like to introduce yourselves?” he asked and he could feel Izuku jumping in place, his weight not enough to jar his own balance. From the way Mirio’s eyes flickered to his shoulder, he could assume Izuku was likely waving.

“Hi! I’m Izuku, nice to meet you.”

With Izuku’s introduction, Ochako seemed to gain a little confidence and called out in a shaky voice, “I’m Ochako… n-nice to meet you.”

Mirio smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too, Izuku, Ochako.” He bowed politely to them both. “Before we talk I want to apologise for being so careless in my handling of you and your friend, Ochako.” his bow dipped even deeper.

Ochako looked surprised but a small, sincere smile came to her face. “Thank you for the apology, Mirio.”

“Now that you’ve been properly introduced, feel free to ask any questions you have. No one has any obligations to answer anything. Is that clear?” Mirio and Ochako nodded and he assumed that Izuku did too, although he also hummed in affirmation.

“I call first question!” Izuku declared before continuing, “What’s your Quirk?” Mirai chuckled softly. Izuku had a fascination with Quirks and his analysis was incredible.

Mirio looked surprised but went with it. “My Quirk’s called Permeation! I can turn my body intangible and I can phase through objects,” he explained.

“Oh. That’s so useful—” Izuku started on an excited tangent, which met with Mirio’s own thrilled nature as they bounced the conversation back and forth.

It was as amusing as it was intriguing. They seemed to fuel each other, the back and forth made it seem like they’d known each other for years and not the 10 minutes they’d spent in the same room.

Even Ochako seemed to pluck up the nerve to occasionally add to the conversation. At one point, she’d shyly asked to be set down, so she ended up perched on the edge of Mirai’s desk, watching with rapt attention as Mirio started telling the story of his 2nd year sports festival.

It was a surprisingly domestic scene.

But it was nice, to see such a lighthearted conversation in a relaxed atmosphere. Mirai figured he could certainly get used to it.

——

And here’s we have the final chapter. I just wanted some fluff and it felt like leaving a lose thread to mention Mirio only to have him never actually talk to the borrowers.

My Writing Masterlist: Updated 19.9.2024

My Hero Academia:

Foresight is 20/20-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43853637 - Sir Nighteye accidentally mistakes Izuku for a doll and takes him home. 4 chapters, completed.

Sanders Sides:

Anxiety and Rat Traps-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45429106 - Logan accidentally trapping Virgil in a rat trap. One shot.

Candy-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48630253 - Roman is a borrower trying to steal some Halloween candy, unaware he’s being watched. Part 3 in the ‘G/tober 2022’ series. One shot.

The Scientist and The Fairy-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48630730 - Logan finds fairy Virgil in a box in the woods. Part 1 of the ‘G/tober 2022’ series. 2 chapters, finished.

Tiny Screws And Their Significance-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43862274 - Logan has a prosthetic and he notices parts going missing courtesy of the 6 borrowers living in his walls. 1 chapter, unfinished.

Two Of A Kind-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50784142 - Logan didn’t know the borrower he’d befriended, Remus, had a twin. One shot.

The Magnus Archives:

Are You Afraid of the Monster in the Woods?-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43938712 - Martin is sent to investigate the statement about a giant monster in the woods. Part 2 in the ‘G/tober 2022’ series. 2 chapters, finished.

Feasting on Silent Screams-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43915251 - Jonathan Sims can sense the fear of a borrower Sasha and proceeds to scare her. 2 chapters, finished.

Transformers:

1, 2, 3, Switch!-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54287878 - Megatron and Aster experience a size swap on an alien planet. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’. One shot.

Accidentally Traumatising Someone is The First Step to Friendship-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49641892 - Wheeljack meeting a human after crash landing to Earth. One shot.

A Little Help Needed-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58695733 - Aster and Rung help each other with their injuries. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’ series. One shot.

A Not So Fictional Tale-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52992415 - Orion gets a shipment of datapads and there’s something strange about them. One shot.

An Out-Of-This-World Friendship-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55682098 - Cyclonus and Hazel developed a good friendship and even her being on Earth doesn’t stop them getting closer. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’ series. One shot.

A Small Problem-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47080186 - Optimus Prime helping his human friend write g/t by helping act it out. One shot.

A Teaching Moment-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49577713 - Ultra Magnus giving a lecture on humans to Rodimus Prime and others with a live subject. One shot.

Bitter-Sweet Situation-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58532251 - Aster tells Rung the real reason they don’t want to return to Earth. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’ series. One shot.

Don’t You Speak, Hide And Seek-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54383089 - Jazz encountering a human during a hunting trip. One shot.

Down To Earth-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48832984 - Megatron crashes into Earth and finds a human poking around his ship. One shot.

Dreaming With Their Eyes Wide Open-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58945957 - A BFG AU where Megatron and Optimus are tasked with giving humans dreams and one night they’re seen by a human. One shot.

Failure and Flower Crowns-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49616911 - Optimus Prime guiding humans away from danger. Part of the ‘In Which Magic Barriers Do Nothing To Stop Human Curiosity’ series. One shot.

How To Handle Your Cybertronian-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50937124 - A blog post fic about dealing with being around Cybertronians. One shot.

I'd Run Away From You if my Feet Could Feel The Ground-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48906124 - Rodimus Prime and Megatron with a human who’s come to rescue their kidnapped friend. Set as an AU of @callsign-relic’s ‘Too Close For Comfort’ series. One shot.

If We Can’t Rewind, We’ll Restart Instead-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53433847 - Aster, immediately after the war, is tasked with undertaking a mission with ex-Decepticon Megatron. One shot.

I’ll Be Back-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50808868 - Orion steals a shuttle to go investigate the supposed existence of an ancient relic on a far off planet called ‘Earth’. One shot.

I.O.U-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48987337 - Tarn as both a tiny and giant bot feat. a brief Optimus cameo. Part of the ‘In Which Magic Barriers Do Nothing To Stop Human Curiosity’ series. 2 chapters, finished.

Is It Still A Mask If You Can’t Take It Off-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54839833 - Optimus is living as his holoform amongst humans and the borrower in his home knows. One shot.

Not My Commander-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47961757 - Ultra Magnus and a human crossing paths and the human is having precisely none of it. One shot.

Once Upon A Time-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50886154 - An insight into Elua, the woman who sealed Drift away, and her experience with other giants. Part of the ‘Undoing The Past’ series. One shot.

On Human Beings-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57612490 - Optimus’ musings about humanity. One shot.

Optimus’ Travels-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47540602 - Optimus Prime is sent to Liliput in a Transformers/Gulliver’s Travels crossover. 4 chapters, finished.

Raindrops and Sparkbeats-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46672807 - Soundwave and his cassettes during a storm on Earth. One shot.

Rumours Versus Reality-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49368388 - Drift is woken up after hundreds of years by a human. Part of the ‘Undoing The Past’ series. One shot.

The Hunters And The Hunted-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58749007 - Sick of their kind being hunted down, Megatron proposes a deal to Optimus. One shot.

The One Who Helped-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52582771 - Upon encountering Optimus, the protagonist begs to go with him. One shot.

The Sole Sentry-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54656287 - Prowl protecting a human from a bully after centuries of being the protector of their village. 2 chapters, finished.

The Tinyformer Distribution System-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48104755 - Blitzwing is a tinyformer found abandoned by a therapist. One shot.

This Is Totally Normal, Right?-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54615661 - No one aboard the Lost Light has any idea what humans eat, and it shows. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’ series. One shot.

To The Other Side-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52326736 - A mirror connects Aster’s bedroom to the Lost Light. 2 chapters, unfinished.

You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49902286 - Hitching a ride on Rodimus, away from the aliens who kidnapped them, Aster hides on the Lost Light. Part of the ‘Stories Set in The YCRBYCH Universe’. 8 chapters, finished.

Undertale:

Down The Mountain, Under The Door-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56648212 - A human’s eventful first meeting with Underswap Papyrus. One shot.

Recovery Is A Long Road-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57008593 - A borrower trying to adjust to eating regular meals under the Horrortale skeleton brothers’ care. One shot.

Misc:

A Looming Shadow-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58704952 - The Friendly Shadow is sent on his latest mission, where he finds someone that pushes him to make a tough decision. One shot.

Monsterjäger und Beschützer-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51082228 - A set of pilots find out that their Jaeger is sentient. One shot.

The Prideful Borrower-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49767286 - A borrower gets too arrogant. A cautionary tale. Part 1 in the ‘A Giant Chronicle of Tiny Tales’ series. One shot.