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"I'd like to see him" izuku suddenly mumbled after having been quiet for a while
"What?..." all might barely got the words out.
Izuku's demeanor had immediately changed as if he turned the emotions off.
There was an edge in his voice that all might knew came from the anger izuku felt towards his father after what he had just been told.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure"
All might and Aizawa exchanged looks.
They didn't believe that izuku would try to break his father out, actually from the way he was acting they were guessing that the visit would be a yelling match between the villain and his distraught son.
"I just- there are so many things I want to tell him right now, and so many questions I have to ask. Questions I've been too scared to ask before" izuku ground his teeth.
He had been a coward, he saw that now, and everyone around him had had to pay for that.
No matter what answers he would get from his father his life was already ruined.
He had lost his future, his friends did, everything that had brought meaning and light to his world.
He wanted his father to know that and if it wasn't an act if he truly did live his son Izuku hoped that the thought of having done this to him would slowly make him realize that he was a terrible person and that he truly did deserve to be where he was. In prison.
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The prison was just as heavily guarded as izuku had thought it would be.
Every room has an airlock, Making sure nothing let in or out without permission.
Izuku was in slacked handcuffs, and he was being escorted by 4 guards at the prison, along with Tsukauchi and All might.
Izuku wasn't there to get new information out of Hisashi, but if something new, or something interesting we're brought up they were ready to note it and even investigate it.
Currently, the investigations regarding Inko Midoriya had been started again, but izuku didn't need a court to tell him yes or no.
His mind had switched.
He finally understood what his father was capable of, and he knew that he was the one to kill his wife, Izuku's mother, Inko Midoriya.
She had deserved better, and so had izuku...
"You have 15 minutes at most kid, but if I hear something I don't like I'll pull you right out. Understand?" One of the guards said as he led turn down the final hallway leading to where their most dangerous resident was held.
All for one's cell.
"I understand sir, thank you"
Izuku, upon his own request, would go in there alone.
The only thing separating him and his father would be thick bulletproof glass, which meant that he wouldn't ever hear his father's voice directly, he would hear it over a speaker above his head.
To the left was one-sided glass, reflective to izuku and Hisashi but from the other side, it was see-through and soundproof, allowing all might, Tsukauchi and the guards to watch and listen to their conversation.
"In you go then..."
The air inside the room smelled clean, like hand sanitizer.
The walls, the floor, and even the ceiling were completely white, making the room very bright.
Right there behind the glass say his father, giving him a loving smile, and upon seeing him again izuku felt something tug at his heart.
He'd been so sure that he had discarded his emotions, but of course, it wouldn't be that easy.
"I'm glad you could come to visit me, my son. Please, take a seat" Hisashi said, treating the prison cell as if it was his home as if his son wouldn't be conflicted by seeing him in such a place, chained up to a chair and yet still restrained via straight jacket.
Incredibly enough the injuries he sustained in his fight with all might have already healed, most likely due to one of his many quirks coursing through his body.
Izuku took a deep breath? Reminding himself that he only had 15 minutes and that he had to use them wisely.
He sat down in the chair in front of the glass separating him from his father.
"You do know you deserve to be here, right?" Izuku asked.
"Do I deserve it? All I've done is try to make this world a better place. A place where it's easier to live, not blind by silly rules"
"Silly rules? You're not a thief trying to bring home the bacon dad, you're a murderer"
"A very harsh word to use, wouldn't you say?"
"I'd it wrong though?"
"Tell me Izuku, what is the difference between murders and sacrifices. Sacrifices are needed to change the world, that's how it's always been, even before the appearance of quirks"
"Murder is killing your own wife"
Izuku hadn't expected to say that so flawlessly, but now that he had he found his next words failing him.
"Do go on Izuku"
He wasn't even acting surprised.
Wasn't even asking izuku what he meant.
He knew he'd been found out.
"You...you killed my mom"
"I did?"
"...yes" izuku clenched his firsts upon his lap. "You did"
"Once again Izuku, you are mistaken. Your mother's life was a sacrifice I was willing to make"
"She didn't want to be your sacrifice!"
"She didn't understand, do not be mistaken izuku, I loved your mother, that is why I ended her pain. She suffered, and she was going to take you"
"She only suffered because you had lied to her...you weren't who she thought you were... you killed her to get me..."
"Have I not been good to you? Did I not love you?"
"This isn't love!" Izuku shouted. "It's controlling, and I'm done being controlled by you! Everything I am, everything that defines me is something you molded me into becoming, this isn't even my quirk it's...it's moms"
Izuku was shaking in his seat.
All might hadn't definitively said that his quirk had belonged to his mother, but izuku had been able to figure it out, and as he did so many things made sense that him.
"Even though it's moms, I wasn't ever supposed to have it, but you needed me to, to control me, to make me grateful to you, to make me feel like I actually owed you something!"
"I did it because I love you"
"Stop!" Izuku stood up, making the chair fall behind him.
"That spell is broken all right!? You can't just say "I love you" and expect me to bend. I know now...I know you've been using my vulnerability against me. You made me love you so much so that when I found out who you really were I wouldn't have the strength to hate you "
"Do you hate me?" Hisashi asked, his voice even, not at all phased by his son's outburst.
"Shut up..."
He didn't.
That was the cruel thing.
Izuku wanted to hate him.
He wanted to tell it at him 'I hate you I hate you I hate you' but the hold his father had in his heart was still there, and he needed time to break free.
"Do you hate me izuku?"
"Stop"
Why nudge him?
Did he want to see him break? Was this a game to him, or would he find a way to use that hate against him like he had used his love for him?
"Do you hate me izuku!? Say it out loud!"
"Dad-"
"Say you hate me!"
Hate
Hate
Hate
He was being manipulated again, but it was like the voice was echoing around him, and in a state of panic it didn't even register to izuku that he should leave the room.
He'd even forgotten where he was for a second, the white room and the echoing voice being all he could think of.
He didn't even realize it when he used his quirk, sending it out of control like he had when he protected Kota at the summer camp, although this time it wasn't nearly as aggressive, and before he could figure out way bad happened he was pulled out of the room.
"What was that huh?! Trying to break him out!?" An angry guard yelled in Izuku's face as he hyperventilated, but all might stepped in, gently pushing the angry guard away.
"Sorry young midoriya, we should have pulled you out as soon as we noticed you were in distress"
Izuku felt lightheaded as he slowly turned, seeing the white room through a small window.
A few sections of the glass his fathers was locked behind were scratched and cracked but were still holding up due to its quality and thickness.
"S-sorry I-...my quirk it...I didn't realize"
"I've never seen your quirk act that way, even during training" all might commented.
"Yeah it's...it's been doing this since summer camp..." izuku said, and then let out a dry chuckle as tears fell from his eyes.
"He used me again, and I knew but still, I couldn't stop him"
The guards sighed.
"Your visit is over, let's get you out of here"
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They had seen it first hand this time.
They had seen how all fit one treated his own son, even while in distress and used that distress to manipulate him.
All might wondered if he had foreseen Izuku's visit and had hoped to use his out-of-control quirk to break free.
Luckily for them, izuku explained that his outbursts had been stronger while fighting the villain naked Muscular, and from whatever they said they believed that if the outburst today had been as strong it could have indeed broken all for one free.
Was that all that his son was to him? A means to escape?
A puppet to use in his own times if need.
He had wanted izuku to hate him, shouted it as a command, and as a bystander, it hurt to see the young boy fight an internal fight on whether or not he should hate his own father, the only loving parent he'd had, but also the one to rod him of another.
How does one decide that?