All Might let out a grunt as he pushed down on the lid of his suitcase, letting out a small sigh when he heard the latches click into place. Goodness, why was it always harder to pack his things at the end of a trip than it was at the beginning? He hadn't even gotten any souvenirs while he was here on I-Island. Of course, he hadn't really had the chance to just hang out and enjoy the sights of such a marvel of technology, not with all the chaos that had erupted at the expo.

His shoulders slumped further when he thought back to the attack, his expression sinking into one of weary guilt. Dave… He'd done all of this, put so many in danger, thrown his entire career away, and for what? It was all for him. All Might's grip tightened around the edges of his suitcase, the tips of his bangs brushing across the metallic surface as he hung his head. This had all happened because he refused to tell Dave the true nature of his Quirk. He'd kept it from him for so long thinking he was protecting him, but now he couldn't help but wonder if he'd only made matters worse…

"H-hey, All Might?"

The old hero was pulled from his thoughts when a voice called out to him from the next room, followed by a gentle knock to his door.

"What time is the flight back home again? Shouldn't we be leaving soon?"

A soft smile broke across All Might's face at his successor's worrying.

"Takeoff's not for another few hours, Young Midoriya. We've got enough time to grab lunch beforehand if you want," he replied as he opened the door, making his way out into the main area of their shared suite. He took a quick glance around, finding that most of the amenities had remained untouched by either of them. A bit of a waste of such a large suite, but they'd insisted on having them stay there. In any case, everything seemed to be in order, and even Midoriya's suitcase was sitting ready to go by the hotel room door. Nothing left to hang around for, then.

All Might's hand had barely wrapped around the doorknob when a knock on the other side sent a jolt of surprise through him. Damn, and here he'd hoped he'd be able to make it over to the airport without having to waste stamina in his muscle form… He drew in as deep a breath as his damaged lungs could handle, puffed out his bird-like chest, and in an instant took on the hulking, muscle-bound figure he'd had back in his prime, the fabric of his plain white polo shirt straining a bit against the sudden transformation. With a wide, shining smile now gracing his lips, he pulled open the door fully expecting to greet one of the hotel's housekeepers, but instead…

"Hi, Uncle Might! I'm so glad I caught you before you left!"

All Might couldn't help but stare down in mild surprise at the bright blue eyes that gazed up at him.

"Melissa! Don't tell me you came all this way just to say goodbye!" he replied with a warm chuckle, genuinely glad to see the young woman. Honestly, he'd been debating whether or not to visit her again before they left, but he'd been unsure how composed he could keep himself during such a goodbye, especially since he didn't have Dave there to divert the two teens' attention should it prove too much for him. But, now that the decision was made for him, he was glad he'd gotten to see her once more.

"Of course! I couldn't let my favorite uncle leave without a proper goodbye! You too, Deku!" Melissa giggled out lightly, doing her best to echo the towering hero's gleaming grin, peeking around his hulking form to give a blushing Midoriya a tiny wave. Slowly, however, her smile seemed to fade into an expression of mild concern. "Actually… That's not the only reason I came to find you…"

All Might's own grin seemed to waiver slightly at the corners, but it persisted as brightly as ever. Behind that heroic façade, however, that single sentence was enough to tie the old hero up into a tangles mess of anxiety. Had her father's health taken a turn for the worse? He'd been allowed to visit Dave in the hospital the day before, and he looked stable enough then, but…

Finally, his paranoia was eased when Melissa produced a few sheets of paper from behind her back, holding it out for the hero to take. All Might accepted the papers, skimming briefly until he reached something about them being 'parental consent forms.' He immediately broke down into a startled coughing fit, and it took all his willpower to maintain his muscle form throughout.

"A-All Might! Are you okay?!" Midoriya asked even as he dashed forward to close the half-open door behind Melissa, clearly worried that his master may revert to his true form any second. All Might merely replied by waving a dismissive hand towards the boy.

"I-I'm fine…" he assured, though even as he straightened up the two young teens could clearly see him wipe a trickle of blood from his lip. He then focused down towards the girl once more, trying to regain a shred of his former composure. "Melissa… Why are you giving me these? Shouldn't Dave fill these out for you?"

Melissa's shoulders seemed to slump at his reaction.

"Honestly, I was kinda hoping you could tell me that…" she answered, looking quite a bit more dejected than she had a moment ago. "Since I'm still a minor, the principal at the academy said I needed an active guardian's approval to remain here on I-Island. Papa can't do it now that he's in police custody. I wasn't sure what I should do, but then they told me that you were my legal guardian now."

"Wh-what?! But how is that possible?!" Midoriya exclaimed, his wide-eyed gaze darting back and forth between All Might and Melissa. "Could the Professor have set something like this up beforehand in case something happened to him? But, Melissa's American and you're a Japanese citizen, so how can something like that be allowed? Wouldn't custody default to her grandparents in this case?"

As the young hero proceeded onto one of his muttering rants, All Might took the opportunity to hastily go through the papers, signing his name where needed. He then held them out for Melissa to take, the handle of his suitcase already in hand as he made to walk past her to leave.

"A-anyway, it was very nice seeing you again, Melissa! We really should be going now, though! We don't want to miss our flight!"

"B-but weren't you saying earlier that we have plenty of time?"

"A-always arrive at the airport two hours before your flight, my boy! Now, come on! We really need to go!"

Unfortunately, it was not Midoriya who picked up on his not-so-subtle hint that he was desperately trying to avoid a specific subject. All Might's eyes glanced back to meet Melissa's for a moment, their clear blue hue seeming to try to pierce past his barriers.

"Uncle Might… You're keeping something important from me, aren't you?"

All Might stared back at her from the shadows of his eyes, an internal debate raging like a tempest behind his deceptively calm demeanor. After a long moment he let out a heavy sigh, seeming to have come to a decision. He reached for the handle of the door once more, but this time he opened it just wide enough to slip his hand out and hang the 'do not disturb' sign on the outside. Once the door was securely closed once more, he released all the tension held up in his body, his bulging muscles withering away to almost nothing in a puff of smoke.

"Oh my God!" Melissa shrieked out in what almost sounded like horror, her hands moving to cover her mouth as she stared at All Might's true form for the first time.

"A-All Might, is this really okay?! I-I thought you said it was dangerous if—" Midoriya started almost in a panic, though his protests were halted when his mentor held up a peremptory hand.

"It's fine. Honestly, this has been a long time coming. She was bound to find out about it eventually…" he replied evenly, making his way over to one of the couches in the common area of the suite. He took a seat, beckoning the two teens to do the same across from him. They did as they were told, Melissa flopping down next to Midoriya with a look of shock still on her face.

"I-I don't understand… Y-you've always been so big and strong! How'd you get to be like this?!" she stammered out, the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of her eyes at the sight of his emaciated true form. All Might sighed once more, hunching over to rest his slender forearms on his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor. He never wanted her to see him like this, but he wouldn't be able to maintain his muscle form throughout the story he had to tell her.

"I was severely injured by a villain about six years ago, and I'm afraid this was the result… But that's not what we need to talk about."

"I-it's not?!" Midoriya chimed in, suddenly very confused. All Might understood the boy's confusion, and he did feel bad for essentially 'yada-yada-ing' over the devastating injury he'd received at the hands of All for One, but it was necessary in these circumstances. He was sure he'd let her in on the details later over e-mail, but for now…

"Melissa, how much do you know about your mother?"

The girl's eyebrows furrowed in clear bewilderment at the sudden shift in subject.

"M-my mother..?" she repeated hesitantly. "Not much, to be honest. She died when I was a baby, so I don't remember anything about her. The only reason I even know what she looked like is because of the pictures Papa gave me…"

All Might nodded his head lightly at that. That sounded about right. Now he just had to figure out how to tell her. Should he just dive head-first into it? Rip the bandage off quick, so to speak? He decided that was the only way to broach a subject like this, and he drew in a deep breath to steel himself for what he was about to say.

"The woman in those photos isn't dead… And she's not your mother."

The two teens, unsurprisingly, couldn't help but stare back at him in complete confusion.

"I-I don't understand… H-how can that woman not be my mother? All those pictures…"

"They were staged," All Might answered immediately. "That woman was an old friend of ours from college, and she agreed to help make those pictures to keep people from asking too many questions. To keep you from asking too many questions…"

"A-All Might, what are you saying all of a sudden?!" Midoriya exclaimed, rising up to his feet. "Why would Professor Shield need to fake photos of his wife?!"

"Because he never had a wife," the old hero replied, hesitating slightly before continuing. "And because… I am your mother, Melissa…"

There was a long stretch of awkward silence after that, during which time All Might could practically see the two teens' brains melting down trying to put some semblance of logic to what they were being told. Finally…

"WHAT?!" the both of them shouted out practically in unison.

"B-b-but how is that possible?! Y-you're not… I-I'm mean, y-you're a…" Midoriya stammered out, his hands clamped on either side of his head as though trying to keep everything he'd learned in sex-ed from leaking out of his ears. Melissa wasn't taking the news much better, her mouth hanging open slightly and her eyes staring off into the middle distance as her mind tried to sort out the logistics of such a thing. All Might couldn't help but let out a small groan of reluctance. This definitely wasn't how he'd seen today going…

"Alright, look… It's a long story – and one you're not to repeat outside this room, understand? Melissa could be put in tremendous danger if this ever got out."

The two teens nodded energetically, both settling back down in their seats and staring up that the hero with rapt attention. All Might suddenly felt an immense pressure on him. Oh jeez, he really had to tell it now, didn't he? He thought back to a time about eighteen years prior, the memories coming back to him as though it all happened yesterday. The tale he told Melissa and Midoriya was not nearly so lengthy and detailed – and certain parts were omitted in their entirety – but for you, gentle reader, it went a little something like this…

"Oh God, Dave!" Toshi cried out in pleasure, his fingers tangled in Dave's wavy brown hair as he felt him kissing and nibbling at his neck, his powerful legs wrapped around his lover's waist as the smaller man continued to thrust into him. His head lolled back against the pillow, his face flushed a bright rosy hue, his body coated in a sheet of hot sweat. He couldn't stifle the little cries of euphoria that came from him with Dave's every movement inside him, his entire body trembling with ecstasy in his partner's arms.

"A-ah, Toshi!" Dave moaned against his neck, and the hero could feel his lover's thrusts staring to come harder and faster, penetrating him as deep as was possible. Toshi let out another keen of pleasure, his back arching up off the bed, his thighs clamping tightly on either side of Dave's abdomen as his climax hit him in powerful waves. His lover's peak hit soon after, the last few thrusts lingering as deep inside him as they'd go before the smaller man collapsed onto his broad chest.

The two of them lay there together, Toshi's strong arms wrapped lovingly around Dave's shoulders as they panted to catch their breath from their activities a moment ago.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna miss this…" Toshi hummed out, a hand stroking idly across Dave's back, a playful smirk appearing across his lips. "You sure I can't steal you back to Japan with me?"

Dave let out a chuckle, tucking his head under the blonde's chin and nuzzling his face against his neck.

"I really wish I could, but… You know I can't turn down the offer the university gave me."

"Yeah, I know… Doesn't mean I can't get my hopes up from time to time."

Toshi leaned over to press his lips softly against Dave's own, a hand moving up to gently caress his cheek. After they parted the kiss, Toshi let his fingers brush across his lover's cheek as he lifted himself up off of him, letting out an almost disappointed grunt when he felt Dave finally pull out of him. What he wouldn't give to stay there with him forever…

"O-oh, shit…" he heard Dave mutter under his breath. Toshi furrowed his brow at that, looking down to see what was the matter. He saw his lover still on his hands and knees, his complexion gone a bit pale as he looked down at himself. It didn't take Toshi long to see what had gone wrong, his pupils practically shrinking into pinpoints, a chill of dread washing over his entire body. Dave looked back up at him, a nervous, deeply apologetic expression on his face.

"Th-the condom broke…"