So, uh, I found Anime.

So here I am prancing about in my new domain, ready to rule the world! Muhahah!

But before then here's a bit of backstory for this story. I love EraserMight. Like so so much. And with season three of the anime coming to a close I thought, why not? So if that's not your cuppa tea, then sorry but this is mostly gonna be a fluff fic. Meaning there isn't gonna really be anything but setting up the fluff and then playing out the fluff, ya know? So, sorry but thanks for coming anyways.

This story is mostly cannon compliant until episode 50, but only kinda. I'm ignoring the big twist on Shigaraki's history. (That doesn't exist, never happened, we don't know her. She must go to a different school.) After this episode I'm only loosely dancing around cannon.

Oh and also Toshinori Yagi/All Might is a woman.

Why you ask? Why not I pose to you? (Mostly cause I like the idea and haven't seen a story with female Yagi so I thought I'd make one.)

Last bit of information you need is that while, like I said, this story is mostly fluff, there is some fighting stuff, some quirk stuff. The idea, and you'll see what I mean later, for what happens with All Might comes from a Film Theory by MatPat on YouTube. If you know what I mean by that than you can maybe see where this is going, if not than you'll be surprised. I'm not gonna say anymore about that cause it'll ruin things, but if you want some idea just look up My Hero Academia Film Theory on YouTube and you'll find it eventually.

(This story isn't complete and I can't promise anything on the whole posting front. Sorry about that. :)

And that's about it. Hope you all enjoy and please don't forget to drop a review to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome. Or flames. Or compliments. I take 'em all and use them to fuel future creativity!

Thanks and see you in the next.

The buzzing wouldn't stop.

It wasn't always horribly loud, but there was always buzzing. When the sound was lower, she could function. She could play with the other children. Complete her work at school. She could do what she needed to do.

But when it got loud,... It got loud.

She would fall down, not be able to get up. She wouldn't be able to remember what had happened, couldn't remember what she needed to do, just couldn't function. Her ears would bleed and she would black out. She had trouble with nutrition, always puking up what she had eaten. She was sick more often than not.

The doctors said it had to do with her being quirkless. Sure she didn't have that toe joint thing, but that was just theory anyways, so it didn't prove or disprove anything. She was six when she first remembered the buzzing. Her mother said that she had complained of the buzzing since long before.

Her father was angry when they had come home from the doctor's with the news that she had hearing damage that they equated with her being quirkless. He was so mad, screaming that no child of his would ever be quirkless.

That was the beginning of the end for her.

Her mother had been sick since she could remember and it wasn't long after she turned seven that her mother was put in hospital. Not long after that she went to her first funeral. Her mother had been there to comfort her when the buzzing had gotten so bad she couldn't walk, couldn't talk. She had been there when her father had been so angry, angry about her being quirkless, angry about her not being perfect in her classes. Her mother protected her, loved her.

And now she was gone.

Her father got far worse. He didn't give her any time to recover when the buzzing got to bad. He didn't try and take care of her when she was sick. He wouldn't usually be around her. It hurt more than she could explain, and top of all this, she was ostracized from everyone around her.

It hurt. She wasn't going to lie. Being ignored and abandoned by her father. Being abandoned by the world around her. She wanted friends. She wanted a father. She wanted her mama. But that wasn't going to happen. She was quirkless, which made her worthless.

But even still, she wanted to help. She wanted to be a hero. There weren't to many out there, heroes that is. Even at such a young age, she knew evil was over running the world. She might even know it better than most adults. But that didn't change anything. People reacted to the world they were living in, and if they had someone to look up too, someone to guide them, someone to give them hope, she had faith that people would be better. Could be better. Could use the gifts they were given to save the world.

And she knew she could be that hope. That light in the darkness. Sure it was gonna take time, it was gonna take effort. She had a lot to get past. Her quirklessness, her hearing impairment, her living status. But she would do it. She would be a symbol. She would be thee symbol. Of hope. Of justice. She was gonna change the world for the better, it was only a matter of time.

...

It wasn't going well. She had been hospitalized because of malnutrition and couldn't go to school for a month. She got behind in her classes and had gotten in major trouble with her father. She had gotten weaker, lost most of the muscle she had managed to amass. When she eventually made it back to school the other children ramped up their bullying and she was drowning. Everything was slipping from her grasp. Her life was ending. She wasn't going to make it. It was over.

Then she showed up.

It was a normal school day, except that a hero, Electric Storm, was supposed to come to her class and speak about being a hero. But he apparently got called out on a mission so was replaced by a hero without a hero name. She had come to the junior high and was speaking to them, about how important it was to use your quirk for the good of society. And that even if your quirk wasn't suited to crime fighting, you could still help all the people around you. How important it was to find what you were best suited for so that you could be happy and fulfilled.

And then she was done and it was time for questions. Everyone around her asked the hero about fights, villains, and she listened to every story. Absorbed ever anecdote. The hero had a smile on her face the whole time, she looked so calm and serene. So happy.

But, that wasn't the only thing that was different. The buzzing was everywhere, all the time. Sometimes it got louder, sometimes it was nearly quiet. But it was always there. No matter where she was, there was always buzzing. Even now, there was buzzing. But, there was also humming. A sweet, gentle humming.

And she wasn't sure how, but she knew, it was coming from the hero. She was the source of the humming and there wasn't anything that would keep her from being near it. It was calming and for a moment, if she focused on the humming, she couldn't hear the buzzing.

Then the hero was leaving. Walking off and she couldn't let her leave. She needed to talk to her. She needed to figure out why the hero made a humming sound an no one else did. She ran out of the room, her teacher calling after her. But she couldn't let her leave.

"Wait! Please wait!" She ran up to the hero, who had stopped and turned. It hadn't been a long run, but it had worn her out. She needed to take a moment to rest, catch her breath.

"Are you alright little one?" She caught her breath, a smile pulling at her lips.

"I'm okay. I just haven't been able to run for a while. Being in hospital will do that to ya, you know?" The hero smiled sadly at her and she felt bad for bringing up her stay in hospital. But then the humming seemed to reach out to her, calming her. She wanted to be closer to it, whatever the humming was.

"What is your name little one?" She looked down, not expecting anyone, let alone such a great hero to ask her her name. People usually just ignored her or called her girl.

"Toshinori. Yagi Toshinori."

"Well it's lovely to meet you, Toshinori. If you'd like you may call me Nana. So Toshinori, what did you need to speak to me about?" Toshinori looked up at Nana and suddenly couldn't decide what she wanted to ask. Sure, she wanted to know if the humming had to do with her quirk, or what drove Nana to be a hero.

"Do you think somebody without a quirk can be a hero?" Toshinori didn't know why she asked, she shouldn't have. Everyone she asked always said the same thing. No. No you can't. You're to weak, to useless. You can never be a hero. Toshinori wasn't sure why she asked, but she had and now she had to live with the consequences. Steeling herself for the answer she knew she would get, Toshinori looked up at Nana.

"Yes. Yes I think you can."

This was the beginning of her life.

Nana wasn't entirely sure about Toshinori at first. No, she didn't think Toshinori was bad or anything, actually she was one of the sweetest, best tempered children she had met. It was more, how sickly Toshinori was. She was a very small teenager, and couldn't move for long. She was also quirkless which was problematic. Nana needed to pass One for All onto someone strong. Someone who would be able to add to it's strength, it's power.

But damn it if Toshinori was just so darn hopeful. She always seemed to be looking for the bright side. Always finding the best in the worst of humanity. It was, refreshing. She was also surprisingly intelligent. She was quick on the uptake and made leaps in logic that astounded Nana. Her friend, Sorahiko had met Toshinori and even he was impressed with the young teen.

Nana hadn't known Toshinori long, but after all the talk about one day being a symbol of peace, Nana made a decision. She couldn't dissuade the young girl from wanting to be a symbol of Justice, so all she could do was support her.

It was from there they began training. Nana had been surprised when Toshinori had transformed for the first time. Nana had warned that it would take a lot of time and prep to get to one hundred percent. They had been training for a year, Nana doing her best to get Toshinori up to, well anything. They had trained her body, putting some muscle on her and gotten her on a more steady diet. Then Toshinori was signing up for UA High School and while Nana really would have rather gotten her into a bit better shape before the transfer, she still realized that getting into one of the better hero high schools in the country would be imperative for her growth as a hero.

So, a month before the entrance exam to UA, Nana started the transfer process. And wow was it surprising. It took a few hours for her DNA to absorb into Toshinori and before she could warn about not going all out on her first punch, Toshinori did just that. She went all out.

Nana and Sorahiko were both blown back fifty feet by the wave of energy. Nana was up in a moment running back to her student, worried she had just killed the child. Nana remembered when she had gone over her power limit the first time. The pain from shattering her harm had been blinding and hospitalized her for two weeks. When that had happened she had used just fifteen percent of her power. From the feel of that blast, Nana was sure Toshinori had used nearly one hundred percent, if not one hundred percent. She was gonna be in pieces all over the beach and all because Nana had been absent minded.

But as the dust cleared and the sun shone down, Nana was left speechless. There standing where young Toshinori should have been, was, well, the freaking Symbol of Peace.

A tall confident woman stood there, power radiating from her body. She was looking around surprised, and Nana couldn't blame her. Toshinori looked entirely pleased with herself hopping around excitedly, shouting that she had done it. She had punch all the air away, shattered the rocks and trees around her and created a tidal wave of sand.

Nana and Sorahiko decided it must have been something to do with One for All merging with Toshinori. She transformed from some scrawny kid into this hulking figure. It spoke to how she might look after some years of training, or maybe even just growing up. They had been thinking that Toshinori's training would have been about gaining strength predominantly, but now apparently they would be training her on fighting techniques.

Nana spent lots of time with Toshinori, training and getting to know her. Sorahiko helped when he could, even going so far as to get his teacher's license during Toshinori's senior year. She was doing her best and quickly excelling as a hero. She shot to the top of her classes, excelling physically and mentally. She was always compassionate and kind, but could be shrewd and decisive. It was clear to everyone that when All Might grew up, she would be a hero to recon with. It awed her teachers, and pissed off her class mates.

It became clear to Toshinori that it was lonely at the top. Most wanted to be friends with her image, while others hated her on principal. There was one boy, two years younger than her who had graduated from Junior high early and joined the same year she did. He was a verifiable genius and his quirk was powerful. Toshinori had tried to make friends with him, no one else seemed to want to. He was younger than them all and smarter than most of them so he was usually the butt of jokes. She could identify with that, she knew how it felt. But it became clear early on that this, Aizawa wanted nothing to do with her. It hurt her hart, but it didn't really matter.

It was lonely at the top, and it was best she learned that now.

...

After knowing each other for four years, Nana and Toshinori had become quite close. Sure Nana had gotten married and had a child, and the situation surrounding that was tragic to say the least, but even still, she found herself, loving Toshinori. And Toshinori had started looking at Nana as a mother. Her father had gotten himself killed not long after she started high school and from there, Nana had stepped into the role of mother and mentor to Toshinori.

UA had a week off and Nana and Sorahiko took Toshinori on a camping trip to help her with fighting on different types of terrain. The week had been going well, Toshinori acclimating to fighting through trees and up mountains. She punched mountains and ran the perimeter of the park several times in an hour. She got punched and kicked, hit with sticks and all manner of weapons. Toshinori took every manner of beating, but true to who she was, whenever she got knocked down, she got right back up. Even if it was onto shaky legs.

It was late one night near the end of their week. Toshinori was exhausted, having woken up at five each morning and running herself ragged with training. She was now curled up by the fire, having fallen asleep with her head on Nana's lap. It spoke to Nana's maternal instinct and she couldn't help running her hands through Toshinori's sun golden hair.

The young woman had gone through a late growth spurt, adding another foot to her, topping out at six feet. She had also bulked up a bit, filling out and becoming stronger in her regular form. It had been a bit surprising when Nana realized that Toshinori towered over her now, but in the end it was worth it, for whenever Toshinori made a great accomplishment she always took the opportunity to scoop Nana up and spin her around. It was great.

"Really wore her out this week, huh?" Nana looked over at Sorahiko who had just sat down after putting more wood on the fire. They were both a bit tired, but not enough to turn in for the night.

"She's been working very hard. She's grown a lot over the week and I'm so proud of her. Not even just this week, but over the past four years. It's, so, great." Sorahiko looked at Nana, confused at the sudden shift in her tone. Nana realized what she had done, and averted her gaze, focusing on running her fingers through Toshinori's hair. The silence went on and eventually Nana had to look up, finding Sorahiko looking at her.

"What's wrong Nana? She's coming along wonderfully. She should be a full fledged hero in no time."

"Yes. Of course. She's going to be amazing. She is amazing. It's just, I, regret transferring my power to her." Sorahiko looked stunned, and then angry and she realized her mistake. Nana had been slightly shocked by how close the two had become. Sure he could be a bit of a stick in the mud sometimes, but only because he was trying to push Toshinori to be the best she could be. But when push came to shove, he would do anything for Toshinori. He loved her wholeheartedly. So it shouldn't have surprised her that he would get angry at what seemed to be her words disparaging the young girl. So before he could speak up, Nana was quick to speak again.

"It's nothing to do with Toshinori as a person. I'm pretty sure there isn't another single person I would want to have take on this power. She is kind and considerate and thinks of literally everyone before herself. And, I, have found, that I love her like a daughter. And that's the problem. I, know the road that is before her. I know what she is going to be going through. I know what she is going to face. However, now that I know her, like really know her, I don't want her to go through this. I don't want her to suffer." Sorahiko had calmed down by then and was looking on rather sympathetically. Leave it to Nana to become emotionally attached to her successor.

"But you know she had been suffering. Her whole life she has been through so much and she is stronger for it. I, agree, on not wanting her to suffer, but once All for One is defeated, she will be, home free. Sure it'll be hard, but she is strong enough."

"No, I. I know physically she will be fine. Or I'm sure she will mostly be fine. It's mentally that I'm worried about. She is going to be alone. Sure, she will have us, but she won't have anyone else. Most people will be shallow, only loving her for being a hero. And those who aren't shallow will think she is shallow for what she has to do. If she wants to be the Symbol of Peace she will need to be friendly with everyone, having a smile on her face through thick and thin.

"So anyone who might have been more than an ally, who might have looked past the exterior, will think she is nothing but a dumb meathead. I've already seen it happening, the children, the adults in her life, they already choose what they want to see. I don't want her to be alone, but from personal experience, I know most people fall away. I had to look a long time to find anyone. I was lucky to have you and to find,... well anyways. But I wasn't dedicating my life to, well the world. And she is. She won't be living a normal life, and I don't think anyone will want to take the time to get to know her. I just worry." Sorahiko was nodding along, understanding what she meant.

"Well, your not wrong. She is gonna have a hard time. I have no doubt that she will have no close friends. The world is a very shallow place and she will have to work hard to become who she wants to be and that's not gonna leave a lot of room, if any for finding friends. But, as much as I want to protect her, she is on her own path. She has chosen to become a symbol that the world can look up to. In doing so, she is going to be cut off from those she protects, not of her own volition, but because you can't love a symbol. The old adage holds true. It is lonely at the top and Toshi will be at the top of every heap, good and bad. She wont stop until she is." Nana couldn't disregard the wisdom. Her friend was so wise, it astounded her.

"You are my oldest friend Sorahiko. I,... Will you please promise me something? If something happens, to me, will you please promise to look after her. Teach her if I cannot?"

Sorahiko only hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"If anything were to happen to you, I will look after her. Teach her. I got this damn license to teach for a reason. Not gonna let it go to waste now." The two friends smiled at one another. They talked for a time after that, enjoying each others company, eventually falling asleep, happy just being near each other.

It wasn't long after this night that it all fell apart.

...

Everything had been going well. To well. Toshinori was excelling in her classes, excelling in her training. It was quiet in the world of villains and that should have been a red flag.

They were out on patrol, looking around for any villains when he struck. The power from his opening attack sent them flying and destroyed four of the surrounding blocks. All for One came in, fists flying and attacking Nana. Toshinori tried to help, but Sorahiko told her to stay back.

It was amazing to see the two heroes fighting, but Toshinori knew to be worried. She knew who this was and knew what he could do. Something settled in the pit of her stomach and she knew this wasn't going to go her masters way.

Then Sorahiko came running, the battle coming to a pause. He came running and grabbed Toshinori by the arm pulling her away. Something connected in Toshinori's mind. She remembered the time Nana had told her that true heroes always smiled, and another time she told her to never give into revenge.

Sorahiko was pulling her away as Toshinori realized what was about to happen. Nana was going to sacrifice herself. In the logical part of her mind, Toshinori knew that she needed to escape. If she died the One for All would die with her and All for One would win. But that logical, sensible part eluded her. All she knew was her master, her mother, was about to die.

She screamed out, calling for Nana, wailing as Sorahiko pulled her bodely from the scene. Toshinori called out, tears running down her face. She was so scared, she didn't want her to die. She wasn't ready. She wasn't capable. She needed her master.

But then she heard the humming. It started small, but became louder. It seemed to fill her body and stopped her from struggling. Over the humming she heard the voice of her master. She didn't realize it would be for the last time.

"You need to go little one. You need to flee. I'm going to hold him off, but don't stop until you reach the school. You will be safe there, but you must not stop." Toshinori could only nod, watching as her master was backed into a corner. "I only have a moment, so I need you to remember. Toshinroi, when you think your at your limit, remember, remember why you clench your fist. Remember why you smile. Remember where you came from, your origin. Remember why you fight. That, will bring you a little past your limit, that will bring you to victory."

Toshinori was getting further and further away, though she heard what was being said, all she could do was scream, yell, sob. Her master was going to die. She was giving up her life. She was about to leave her and Toshinori didn't know if she could handle it.

"Yagi. Be still little one. I give my life freely. You must not let this day stop you. Do not let revenge guide you, for it is selfish and will not lead you down the right path. Go on and become the Symbol of Peace, of Justice. Live your life. Be the pillar society needs you to be. I love you Yagi. Now go!" The last command was punctuated by a huge explosion.

It was an explosion no one else would have felt, just Toshinori. The rush of energy almost knocked her out, but it was enough to make her limp in Sorahiko's arms and let him drag her from the battlefield.

...

Nana Shimura was dead. Her master was dead, and One for All was entirely Toshinori's. She had One for All, and she wanted nothing more than to give it back. Wanted nothing more than to have her master back.

After that day the world seemed to slip into gray scale. Nothing mattered. Nothing moved her. Nana was dead, and Yagi couldn't function. In class she would stare out the window usually on the verge of tears. If the teacher called on her for an answer she would answer, but besides that, she couldn't be bothered.

During training, she tried to learn, tried to fight back. But all she could think of was Nana. Sorahiko tried to get her to fight, but she just couldn't. Everything, nothing, it was all for nothing. She was depressed and she couldn't get out of it. She felt like she was sinking and she couldn't swim up. She couldn't get out.

"That window gonna give you the answer to the meaning of life or are you just too stupid to know you need to pay attention?" Yagi turned after a moment to look at Aizawa Shota. He was standing near her desk, arms crossed and his red rimmed eyes trained on her. He was always hostile towards her, for no apparent reason, but for once, instead of trying to make nice, she just couldn't be bothered.

But even still, she was present enough to be curious. She wondered why he was talking to her. They hadn't spoken in nearly six months, not after they had been teamed together and he had gotten frustrated because, of, something. She didn't know. But looking at him now, eyes red and tinged with anger, it was the black hair framing his face that caught her attention. The disappointment, the look, it it was just like,...

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They flowed freely and she couldn't breath. The grief that had been pulling her down engulfed her entirely and she couldn't do anything but sob. She didn't remember much of that day, but she did remember talking to someone, saying how her mentor had died, how she had been like a mother and she was dead. How she didn't know how to go on without her and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She never looked up, never stopped crying, but after that day, she felt better.

She at one time thought it must have been Aizawa that she poured her heart out too, but the man was as hostile as ever when she saw him again. A teacher must have found her, and spoken to her. Or maybe principal Nazu. But whoever had helped her that day, they had saved her life.

After that day she had been able to think again. To see the bigger picture. She needed to be a pillar, a pillar of justice, a symbol of hope. She was being selfish, so selfish. Everything had been given up for her and she was being a child.

After that day she trained harder, harder than she ever had. She paid attention in classes, got perfect test scores. By the time school was done, she was graduating with top marks. She was quickly whisked out of the country, no longer safe. She went to America, where she would train to become the number one hero. At the peak of her strength she could lift ten thousand pounds and run faster than any means of transportation. She was near indestructible and could heal quickly.

But even with all her power, even with all her fame, she still felt empty. She had no close friends, no one she spent any great amount of time with. Even as the world was coming to a time of peace, she still felt, lonely.

Even after defeating All for One she still felt empty, and not just because she was missing parts of her intestines and half a lung. That was another problem. She was dying. She was slowly dying and not a damn person knew about it. Except for all the specialist.

Damn specialists. Each one said they could fix her. Each one butchered her. Cut her to pieces, killing her faster. She coughed blood more often than not. She lost weight, now only a tall bag of bones. But worst of all, she couldn't be All Might for more than five hours.

Sure she had completed her life's work, and the work of all those who came before her, but damned if it still didn't suck. She spent most of her day's alone, not at her agency. She looked sickly and felt even worse.

She tried to spend as much time as she could in her hero form. If she wasn't doing that she was making TV appearances. They had always been tedious, but now they were down right tiring. She would smile like she had been taught, speak around an issue in such a way that the interviewer thought they were getting everything, but really they were getting nothing. It was a skill she had learned as a child, then developed on the media circuit in America. It served her well now, being able to dance around why she wasn't such a presence anymore in crime fighting.

Most times though, she found herself curled up in the darkness, pain lacing through her body with each breath. She was drowning again, this time not just emotionally. Blood was filling up her lungs, and eventually she wouldn't be able to cough it up anymore. She would drown. It was a terrifying way to go, not one she wanted, but it was inevitable. With where technology was today, she had no chance to live.

She needed to find a successor, and she needed one fast. A good place to look was at her alma madre, UA High. She talked with Sorahiko about what to do and the two came up with a plan. She would be the new teacher at UA High. It was cemented after a, long drawn out conversation with principal Nezu, where she told more than she wanted, but got access to the school, so in the end it was worth spilling her secrets.

But in the end it didn't even matter. She met such an amazing young man who in a day turned about her thoughts. She didn't know why she had squashed such a bright youth when she first met him, it showed her how well and truly depressed she was. But seeing him run into that fight, she had realized she was such a coward. He had no quirk, no physical strength, nothing, and yet ran head long into a fight to save a friend. He grew up so quickly and changed so much, never stopping once. It was amazing how dedicated he was. He would be an amazing hero.

And then the USJ incident happened, and Yagi could have killed herself. If she had been there, she might have fixed things, stopped them. But she hadn't. She's worn herself out and then barley arrived in time. What kind of hero did that? Aizawa was right. She was an idiot.