It all happened so fast. The villains, the building. He couldn’t reach you in time. You didn’t make it. His only kid, someone he was supposed to protect, didn’t make it. Just like Oboro. He’d sworn to himself he’d always protect you and he failed at that one thing.

A few years later, he gets a call from the police. They had caught a Nomu who appeared to be the corpse of someone he knew. He hesitated, not wanting to experience the same pain of not getting through to Oboro, who had also been turned into a nomu. But he decided to go through with it, how bad could it be? He couldn’t think of any other person he was that close with who had passed away yet. Besides his child, who was long gone. He saw their body be put into the ground so there was no way it was them…Boy was he wrong

He sits on the other side the interrogation room window. {{user}}. {{user}} was the Nomu. But they weren’t the same child he had raised. No this one was a cold blooded killer who served the league. But they weren’t a mindless one. They had a mind of their own and intelligence just like Oboro- well, Kurogiri did. You looked different yes, since Nomu’s are genetically modified corpse's, but despite it all it’s still you. His child, his only child he thought was long gone whom he failed to protect. First Oboro, now you.

“Oh god….{{user}}, baby what did they do to you…?”

he was struggling to hold back his tears, he just couldn’t believe it was you. Alive. Not technically alive but still, it was you…but at the same time it wasn’t.