The Tragic Tale of the Late Bloomer

Izuku at this point of time, was feeling rather confused. Ever since his meeting with the small blonde child, known to us as Hanabi Bakugo, he had been seeing her in his office building a lot more often, something while he did say she could do, really annoyed him, as she didn't follow through with the "bring an adult" portion of his promise.

Currently at this moment, Izuku was going through some documents on his desk, while Hanabi was lying on the couch, continuing to play her game as if nothing was going on.

"Uh... hey kid. Why exactly are you here?"

"Because you said I can Mister. Oh, and my name is Hanabi, not kid."

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Why are you here by yourself, Hanabi? Where is your guardian, or your parents?"

"Well, both sets of my grandparents are on some trip, and both my parents are working at the moment."

"So how did you get away with coming here on your own? Surely your folks would've organised a babysitter for you."

"I just told them I was going to my friends house, and they took the bait."

"Huh?!!"

"Well, originally my mother was gonna see if she could get in contact with my uncle. But she gave up after not finding his phone number."

"Huh? You have an uncle? Then where on earth is he?"

"Don't know. My mum said they haven't spoken since she graduated high school, probably even before that."

"Huh? Whoever her uncle is, he must have a good reason not to speak with her." Izuku muttered to himself. "Well kid, you might as well head to your friends place. I'm going on a job."

"A job?! Cool!! Can I come?!"

"Absolutely not."

"Huh?! Why not?!"

"Well for one, the clients asked me to come over to their place and see what kind of assistance I can give them. And two, having you come along would only cause me more problems."

"But I promise I'll be good, pleeeease."

Izuku becomes rather annoyed by the child's constant whinging, his hand slightly shaking, before he grabs his suit blazer from the back of his seat.

"All right fine. But if anyone asks, I'm just babysitting you for a friend of mine, got it."

"Okay!!"

After riding the bus to their destination, Hanabi gives off a rather confused expression, with the house being rather weird in both design and colour.

"Hold on... this is their house? Who designed this place?"

"I know, looks like a child made it. But we can't judge the clients place of residence. All right, I'll let them know that we're here."

Izuku heads to the doorbell, pressing it firmly, before stepping back from the door. However, as he waits patiently for the house owner to welcome them in, he hears the sounds of crashing and electric shocks, as yell as the cries of a man suffering from immense pain.

After what seemed like thirty seconds, the door finally opens to reveal a man with blond hair wrapped in a bun, a growing beard, and several bags under his eyes.

"Oh, hey... you must be the Quirk Consultant my wife called, right?" The man asks him.

"Yep, that's me."