Okay, its a little late but here we go. I have a few changes to the story, but nothing that feels out of place. I am having issue with the summery, so I'd love if anyone can do better and help me draw in new readers and please leave reviews with things i can do better or things you liked. thank you all for sticking with me and caring about my silly stories.

'Not all men are created equal.' a twisted lesson for a 5 year old to learn, but the truth of the world doesn't care about how old you are. I learned this lesson in a harsh and cruel way as I watched the world around me judge and belittle me for my very birth.

It was an odd time to be reminiscing about my youth as I rot in a cell deep under the now broken city. The steel chair I was chained to was bolted in the middle of my gray cell, the only thing in the room besides the gas tank hooked to my mask and the heavy weights binding my arms and legs down. The room was cold, near freezing to be honest. Was I gonna die by the cold or will I starve first? I doubt they will let me live after what I have done, After I killed All Might and ended the era of peace. At the end of my rampage, I was face to face with the man I once looked up to and after a long and bloody battle did I stand victor making Masters wish come true; The end of One for All.

Then she entered, long silk hair and those unflinching eyes. I had just killed some of the strongest heroes, yet still she did not back away from the threat I posed. Still weak from my fight, no even at full strength there was a chance that I would have lost to her poison and perfect timing. Oh how I would love to return and fight her once more, to watch those perfect eyes in utter fear as I slowly choke the life out of her.

My train of thought was interrupted as the air around one of the walls of my cell started to warp till a small blue void popped into being. I watched in interest as the finger sized void started to rip wider and wider till a man could easily walk into the endless sea of shifting blue. Sure enough a man did walk out of the void, a tall well dressed man standing roughly my height dressed in dress pants and a vest over a green shirt paired well with a green tie. The strangest thing about all of this was the odd mask he donned, a classic twelve hour clock with shatter glass. A time based Quirk? Or maybe his name was time based but his Quirk was utterly unrelated? It does happen from time to time, in fact its a great way to catch an enemy off guard.

"Lovely abode, Very tidy." His voice rang deep, strong and gentle with a hint of authority without the arrogant edge that accompanied most who spoke from a position of power.

"I am sure you would rather be somewhere else however, am I wrong? If you truly do wish for your freedom, I have just the offer for you." He made his stride to me as he spoke, turning down the gas being pumped into my mask, but not turning it off utterly.

"I come from a different time, a separate timeline in fact. We are in dire need of those with power who share our Views on All Might and his lot. We need people like you." He waved his hand over my current set up. "Unless this is how they treat heroes."

He acted weary of me, from not turning my gas off completely to him keeping a safe distance without clearly hinting that he was not gonna go near me. Did he know who and what I am? Or was he cautious out of fear of the unknown? I let out what little I could in a rasp of a voice, my throat burned as I forced the words out.

"Why… me?" I winced after I finished, talking after being gassed for so long was agony.

"I looked for the strong, and when I saw you locked down here like an animal; I knew you were just what we need." He didn't know my Quirk then? It was all just chance?

"I ask you: Will you aid us or am I wasting my time here?" He seem to be getting a little impatient with me, or he was just itching to recruit me. I had nothing to lose, everyone I knew was dead or captured and I would rot if I stayed here.

"I'm in." I bite back the pain and speak with all the confidence and vigor I can. He gives a quick nod before tearing the mask off my face and letting me greedily suck in a breath of stale air. With every breath I feel myself growing stronger, wounds healing and my Quirk kicking into action.

"He is ready, you can come in now." He calls out and soon another enters through the void, a woman made of a yellowish gel that leaves a path of steam and burns as she walks towards me. She grabs onto my restraints and slowly starts melting them away, I look down at the kneeling woman as she works.

"Hello good looking. Take your time, I am enjoying the view." She smirks at my remark and I hear a soft groan from the man I have taken to call Broken clock.

"You seem to be in high spirits again, before you try to whisk her off to bed we should get some things sorted out. What is your Quirk?" He really doesn't know then, I should hide my hand for a while then, until I know what the whole situation is.

"I can create things, as long as I know the basic compounds for them." I could do this, but saying it was MY Quirk was a little disingenuous.

"That will be very useful, And what name should we call you? I am sure you would rather keep your birth name a secret." My name? I have gone by many in my years. The first name Master gave me, the name I gave myself when I stood up and told the world to fear me and the name I killed to gain, one that means the world to me.

"I am All for One."

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One for All, I have been struggling with this power, a never ending battle to harness the seemingly endless torrent of power I had gained from All Might. Every time I used this power I would end up crippling my body and rendering me a useless mess.

I had been devoting a lot of the free training time given to finding the healthy balance of using my power and keeping my body intact. I have had no luck with this, every time I end up as I am today; bloody and broken as one of my classmates are forced to halt their own progress and drag me to the nurses room. Asui was the one who had to suffer my inexperience today.

"I'm sorry." I muttered as I lay in the bed, my left arm and right leg twisted and broken. Asui looked over to me from her seat besides the bed, deadpan eyes cast on me.

"You should stop apologizing so much, especially when you did nothing wrong." I shrank down as I noticed she was right, I said sorry maybe four times to her today.

"Sorry." That only got a sigh out of her. I suddenly felt a massive pressure, alone in a room with a girl and I was clearly not making a good impression. I had to do something to turn this around before I end up having two classmates hate my guts.

"Quirk!" I nearly hit myself as I got overly excited and said the first thing that came to mind with no real forethought. The topic was not a bad one, but I just came off as an idiot, suddenly shouting a single word. Asui didn't seem to be alarmed though, simply waiting for me to try again.

"I wanna ask about your Quirk." I had a lot of interest in her Quirk, Mutant Quirks were common but not among pro heroes. Whats more is that her Quirk was more complex than the run of the mill 'look like something' Mutant type.

"Okay." She said very plainly, but with a clear hint of happiness. I would have to remember this so I could note it later, doing it in front of her would most likely only make me out to be creepy. Besides, my bag is near the door and I am in no shape to get up and grab it.

Asui noticed my eyes and looked over to where my bag was. Without any prompt, she lashed out her tongue and picks up my bag and gently drops it onto my lap. I was amazed by how nimble and strong her tongue was, but uneasy with how she knew I wanted my bag so easily; was I already known for my obsessive note taking?

"You are gonna take notes, right?" She asked with a tinge of curiosity, maybe she didn't see it as an odd or creepy habit. Still an overwhelming need to clear any possible misunderstandings before they formed overtook me.

"I swear it is nothing creepy, I just really like organizing Quirks and heroes." I opened up the notebook and flipped to a blank page, I looked over at her to see her finger placed just under her lips; a gesture I have seen her do often and one I had to admit I found cute and endearing.

"It is a rather good idea, something more heroes should do honestly." I smiled and felt a weight lifted off my shoulders as she clearly understood it. "I also can't see you being a Mineta type who would focus on things like my chest or skintight suit."

I tensed up and did my best not to react to her mention of her suit. Truth be told, I had noticed how her suit hugged her in many places and I had caught myself staring once or twice before, something I was greatly ashamed for. The suit was clearly made like that for a reason unrelated to its sex appeal, mainly how it effects her in water or how it lets get get the most out of her leg muscle for leaping.

"The flippers are also optimized for water without sacrificing any land mobility, The goggles raise a few questions though." My mugging rant was cut short by a soft croak from the girl besides me.

"You're mumbling again, and the goggles are to help me see underwater better. I am able to see underwater but its not much better than what you'd see underwater, so the goggles act like underwater glasses and I'm hoping to have them outfitted with thermal scanners." I started noting all of this, ignoring the fact that she caught me mumbling.

"Moving onto my Quirk, I have roughly the same attributes of most Frog types, I am even finding new things I am able to do now. I found out that I can sightly change the tone of my skin, I'm hoping to be able to fully blend in with my surroundings soon."

Our talks went on like this for a long time, I hung on her every word, even getting a few live demonstrations from her. She would talk for a bit, then stop to let me catch up my notes while looking over what I have already written before continuing. I was having a really good time, it was nice to openly write my notes and have the subject of the notes so happily help and even take pride in it.

"Izuku, Can I ask you a question?" I turned a few different shades of red as she said my first name so causally, I did enjoy the feeling however.

"Sure, what is it?" She had been very patient and welcoming to all my my questions, it only seemed fair that I extend the same politeness to her.

"I'd like to know about your Quirk, It is a lot like All Might's and with your admiration of him it leaves me with a lot of questions. Mostly I just wanna know how it works." I was at a loss for words shortly. I had never seen it as anything but All Might's Quirk so I never really thought about how I use it or describing it to someone.

"I can summon a great amount of power to any part of my body and release it, usually with a punch or flick." it was rough, but it was all I could get out in the moment. I would have to think about it a lot more when I was at home.

"And what is with 'Deku'? Declaring so proudly that it will hold a new meaning to you, in front of the enraged Bakugo too." It was too hard to look at the person I spent the day talking to and say that it as linked to my painful upbringing. I felt like a coward but it was all I could say.

"It was a nickname he gave me." She must have picked up on my tone and did not push the topic further. The silence between us became suffocating as I felt like I killed the mood.

"I use to get called monster hands a lot in school. You think with all the mutant Quirks out there that we would have gotten past this, but the fact that my hands are large was a sticking point." I looked at her hands as she spoke. They were large yes, but they also looked strong and gentle, pretty even.

"It got so bad that I have rarely touched anyone outside my family with my hands, it usually ended with mocking and saying that my hands would infect you." She let out a laugh, holding her hand up as she relived the memories. Without a single thought, as if my body just moved on it own; I reached out and placed my hand on hers. Her hand was bigger than mine by a bit, as if she could close her hand and crush mine but it felt soft and warm as well.

"That is pretty bold of you, suddenly taking my hand." She ended her sentence with a tiny croak and the reality of the situation crashed down onto me and I jerked my arm back with a yelp.

"I am so sorry Asui!" I am so screwed, what the hell was I thinking just grabbing her hand with no thought to her feelings. Her face twisted into a frown as I prepared for my social life to crash and burn, and with it one of my first friends here. She reached out and grabbed my hand with vigor and stared me down.

"Tsuyu." slowly and drawn out, she does not blink as she stares into my eyes. My world felt like it was spinning, my hand held tightly in her own, her large eyes locked with my weak eyes. I open my mouth and her name weakly falls out.

"Tsuyu." With that she left go of my hand and let out a far more cheerful croak.

"Thank you, it was awkward but sweet." she showed me a small smile but on her usually deadpan face, it was a lovely sight. I was oddly happy that I broke my limbs today.

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I had been here before, a long time ago. The bar that I first had my taste of alcohol, the hallway that I destroyed when me and Dabi got into a fight, the back rooms that I used to train with Toga. This however, was not the same place, Dabi and Toga never stood here, this room did not hold my precious memories.

"This the new recruit?" The white haired man asked with his usually dry throat, I also knew this man; Shigaraki, our so called leader back when I was first joining the league.

"He seems like he was not in the best of conditions, given those clothes and bruises." Kurogiri, It was a bittersweet thing to see him. I had always liked him but it was clear his alliance with Shigaraki was unbreakable.

Something felt off, I had been too distracted by my old leaders to feel it but something was very wrong. Parts of me felt missing, not anything physical however.

"Clock… something is wrong with my Quirk." I could feel only a handful of the many Quirks I had worked so hard to get left in me. I still had my creation Quirk, Threshold and Will of fire.

"It should be fine, unless it involves collecting. Sometimes people lose parts of their Quirks they needed to collect, But your creation Quirk should be fine." I fucked up, there was little way I could talk my way out of this and that means I could not bide my time anymore. I had to plan this out perfectly, I can only take a Quirk once every six hours so I had to pick who's Quirk I stole and how to gain the upper hand with three enemies, two with very strong Quirks for combat. My best option was Kurogiri, that would take out the one who could call for backup and gives me a way out if things get too much for me. I would want to knock Clock out and take his Quirk later so I could see if I can save anyone from my time and bring them here. Shigaraki would have to be killed, knocking him out would be too hard with such conditions and even if I did, locking him up with be near impossible while he could rot away anything I locked him in.

First I would have to blind them, flash bangs would work but Kurogiri may not be affected by them. A mix of that and an E.M.P would be my best bet here, Kurogiri first then I'll knock out clock and end by killing Shigaraki. One final breath to steel myself, then I leaped at Kurogiri. Making a flash grenade in my right hand and a hand held E.M.P in my left, letting the flash go off then killing the lights. In the few seconds the confusion bought, I planted my hand on the head of the shadowed man and felt his Quirk. It is hard to explain how it feels to take a Quirk, like tearing a ball from the arms of another. Some will cling strongly and make you fight for what they believe to be their own, other have not the strength to fight back and in a second it is over. Kurogiri fought to hold on, but ultimately he did not have the fight or resolve to hold on and I pulled it out of him before I planted a freshly made knife into his throat. Now I just had to subdue Broken clock and kill Shigaraki.

As I looked to where Broken clock should be and was only met with a massive black hand wrapping around and crushing my head. Before I could even try to fight back, I was smashed into the ground with enough force to break my shoulder blades and leave me bloody and broken.

"Good job Nomu, Knew I shouldn't trust a new guy to grab us recruits. You'd still be alive had you listen Kurogiri." I weakly flung my hand at Nomu, searching desperately for his head. "Save it, You can't take on our trump card with your stupid Quirk."

Then I found it, his bird like beak and eyes. With great pain I lit my hand on fire and dug my hand into his face before barking at him with my mouth full of my own blood.

"DOWN!" his grasp loosen and he got down on all fours before eyes darted to Shigaraki who looked on in terror as his monstrous pet was at my beck and call. I looked over the scene, Kurogiri dead and the man he worked so hard to guide and protect seemed apathetic to it all. Images of Dabi's death and the fall of the league flash before my eyes and I find myself biting back the rage.

"This place reminds me of my youth. Dabi treating me to my first drink, Toga stealing my first kiss, I found my family here after I was utterly alone in this world." I stand up and watch him as my body slowly starts to reform and heal, the look of surprise made it clear I had to explain a little before I kept on my monologue. "Oh this? Threshold; Think of it like a mana bar, when I take damage I use Mana to heal the damage. I can even come back from the dead so long as I have so mana left, and I am fully restored once a day." This was the closest to being unkillable as any human could be.

"Three? You have three Quirks?!" I ignore him as I return to my reminiscing. A soft smile on my face as I relive my time with the league.

"Toga teaching me how to care for a knife, she was surprisingly talented at it. This one time while we were being chased by the cops, I didn't get in in time and hung off the car by an open door, and when we get back Dabi bitched that I did not fire at the cops! Ohh it gets better, I tried to get revenge and drove with him hanging off the car and what does the bastard do?! he starts throwing fire at the cops while being dragged along!" I laugh as I picture him clinging for dear life to the car while blowing up cars. My good times die there however, my smile melting into a pained grimace.

"Then it happened. We were fleeing after our first base was being raided and Dabi held them off with a masterful display of fire and power… but when we found our way to escape, you left him there." I signal and before he could react, Nomu grabbed his wrists and forced him onto the bar top, his palms facing up and restrained by the massive beast.

"You said that he would only betray us after he learned you were using him and this was for the best… I smashed your skull in as you slept that night. But I always regretted not being able to take my time and see your face twist in pain." I tore my shirt off as slowly walked towards the helpless man, pulling a sledgehammer out of my chest.

"I let you off easy that night, I wont go easy this time." And with that I brought the hammer down on his hands with all the force I could muster, breaking both hands, shattering his finger bones. The asshole howled in pain but that only fueled my rage as I could still feel the burn of Dabis death that day. I bring the hammer down a few more times, leaving his hand twisted and bloody by the time I stop to catch my ragged breath. Still the rage burned, I wanted him to hurt more! Pulling two railroad spikes from my gut and stab them into his palms, earning a screech from the broken man.

"You let him die!" I scream as I hammer the nails deeper into his hands, his face twisting from pain I bet he never thought he'd ever feel. After the tenth strike I started to feel the rage subdue a little, but I still needed to end this. Crafting the same type of Gun Dabi gave me as a gift all those years ago, I placed the barrel on his forehead.

"You are a waste of space." With the trigger pulled, Shigaraki was no longer a problem.