Toshinori shuffled towards the faculty building, his stiff legs burning with the effort. He had been doing extra training Midoriya so it was no wonder he was starting to feel drained. The workouts simply weren't scaled back enough. Toshinori stopped for a moment to catch his breath. A year without All Might and somehow he still hadn't fully adjusted.

A pair of first years ran in front of him followed by a third who's quirk involved the summoning of Nimbus type clouds. The student laughed as he caught up with his friends, playfully teasing as he flew circles around them. The group had a quick argument about being late for breakfast, resulting in numerous favours being promised. The nimbus user enlarged his cloud, allowed his friends to jump on, and flew the trio off to the cafeteria.

Toshinori chuckled about the students. Their energy made him think more than likely his fatigue was simply because he was getting old. Still, keeping up with them was motivation to keep trying.

Toshinori's warm fuzzy moment was dampened by the memory Nighteye's prediction. The thought of his own death hung over this head like a fog.

Against his will, Toshinori's thoughts began to spiral. What would happen to his students? How would Midoriya handle his death? Memories of Nana came next followed by the sorrow upon learning the truth about Shigaraki.

The dull ache in his side turned to fire and for a moment he stopped. He breathed. He pushed the memories down. Now was not the time for wallowing. He stood up straight and put a smile on his face. Now was the time, TO TEACH.

Class 1-A was a buzz with energy and laughter. Uraraka was discussing home room with Midoriya and Iida while in the corner Su gave a half hearted effort to convince Ashida and Shoji that the fly sushi really was a joke.

"I wonder what we will be studying today?" Kirashima asked in his usual bravado, "We haven't had a chance to really flex out muscle for All Might in awhile!"

"If it's another crappy 'considering collateral damage lecture' I am going to lose it," Bakugo growled as he stretched, "Plus who cares what he thinks. We've been at this long enough we should just be interning at this point."

"With who?" Asked Kirashima, "I heard Best Jeanist was taking interns again."

Kirashima laughed boisterously and pulled out his phone. "Man that hair was priceless. I'm glad they sent that picture to us. I'm going to post that on group chat as a lovely memor-" His phone exploded as Bakugo smashed it from his hand, sending the charred remains flying into the wall. Kirashima's eyes teared up at the loss as Bakugo leaned in close, his teeth barred.

"Not. Another. Word," Bakugo said calmly. It was the kind of calm you would expect from someone who was about to bury you, who knew exactly how to hide a body so it would never be found. Kirashima nodded as he retrieved the smoking remains of his electronics, whimpering about how his mother was going to kill him.

All Might entered the meeting room and the students began to cluster around the front desk. All Might returned a wave from Midoriya but walked by briskly to avoid having to speak to the boy.

Since Midoriya found out about Nighteye's prediction he had been worse than Recovery girl when it came to nagging All Might about his self care. All Might really didn't want to worry the kid over one missed breakfast. He did care, he really did, but he was just so tired recently.

"Good afternoon everyone." All Might forced a smile on his face, "I trust you had a good day off?"

"Yes Sensei," chimed the class in unison.

All Might would ask them about it later, he always liked hearing their stories. He picked up his remote and pulled out his laptop. He hoped the electronics wouldn't fight him this time He still wasn't quiet used to the technology available to him. At best he was able to give his student slide shows, but even that proved a challenge. The last one was all out of order and fixing it had chewed up half on his class time.

Once everything seemed in order, he held up a hand to get the students attention."Now today we will be-" he stopped, coughed suddenly, shook his head and tried again.

"We will be practising coordinating with the police-" All Might coughed again, but this time his vision blurred, and he felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. He suddenly felt scared, weak.

What the hell?

All Might looked up at his class. Most were silent, and all looked very concerned.

Iida stepped forward,"Sensei All Might, if you are not well perhaps we should call for a substitute?" His tone of voice said his statement was not a suggestion.

"Yes All Might," said Uraraka quietly, her hands by her mouth, "You don't look so good all of a sudden.."

"I promise I am fine," All Might tried to reassure them, "The blood looks worse than it is. It happens all the time…You know that…" he coughed again.

Midoriya shook his head in response, "It's not the same All Might you look pale. Maybe you should go see Recovery Girl?"

All Might tried to respond but he was becoming weaker and weaker. He took a step to leave the desk when he tripped, falling heavily to the floor. His vision swam, growing blurry and dark. The last thing he remembered was Midoriya crying out and the intense taste of the blood in his mouth.

Word travelled fast and soon students were lining the hallways and taking quietly amongst themselves.

"I heard All Might collapsed,"

"What really?"

"I heard that King Murder Kid punched him"

"That's stupid I heard he's sick,"

"I hope he's okay…"

Apart from the crowds a girl with long dark hair and large tinted sunglasses stood silently and watched, her face unreadable. After listening to the gossip she turned and took a back route to the medical room.

She reached the office before All Might arrived. She quietly waited around the corner from the door. Once she heard them wheel All Might into the room she took out her phone.

"Mom…something bad has happened…you need to come to the school. Now."

Midoriya sat in Recovery Girls waiting room, his head in his hands. Besides the teachers he was the only one who had allowed in the waiting room.

The floor under his feet was wet as he cried. All Might had never been in great health, and after the battle with All for One even less so, but this seemed different. His mentor had seemed to shrink before his eyes. One moment he had been the All Might he knew and the next he was cradling his hero's head on his lap, repeating over and over that it was all going to be okay, even though he felt it was the furthest thing from the truth.

"Nighteye said he would die from a villain," Midoriya whispered, "So he's going to be alright. I know it's all going to be alright. He said he would fight anything."

In his minds eye Midoriya watched All Might turn pale and fall again, and again. The boy laced his fingers into his hair and gripped tightly as more tears fell from his eyes.

"Why am I so scared then All Might?" He whispered, "Why am I so scared?"

A loud noise and commotion caused Midoriya to look up. There were several shadows moving outside the door. Wondering who could be arguing at a time like this, Midoriya strode over and opened the door angrily.

Outside, a girl he vaugely recognised was screaming at Midnight who was giving her what for back. While they argued a woman stood quietly behind them wearing a cool resolve on her face. At any point there was a break in the argument she would quietly repeat, "I must speak to Recovery Girl about All Might."

"What are you all doing?!" Midoriya yelled his voice cracking.

The women in front of him fell silent, their anger doused by the broken boy in front of him.

"You're standing here arguing while All Might is sick and…" Midoriya sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "He doesn't need this! Go away!"

Midnight scowled at the newcomers,"I've been telling them that but they are trying to fan girl their way in even now…"

"We are not fan girling!" screamed the younger girl.

"I don't even know how you got-" started Midnight.

"Would you shut up you tired old hag!" snapped the student, "I told you my mom can help him! You just need to let…"

"What can she do that Recovery girl can't?" Midnight curled her lip smugly, her eye twitching, "Nothing, that's what. So I'm not going to let you in and take advantage of the situation to get an autograph."

The girl looked like she was about to explode before her mother placed her hand on her daughters shoulder, "Shioto she's right. Let us see what Recovery Girl can do. I can always come back."

"But Mom you don't understand!" The girl pleaded, "Koji-chan said that he wasn't injured! He just collapsed! This is perfect for you! You can actually help and Recovery Girl can just-"

The woman put her hand up to silence her daughter before looking through Midnight to Midoriya ,"You're Izuku Midoriya aren't you?" she asked gently.

Midoriya took a moment to look at her. She had long dark hair like her daughter, pulled off to the side and tied in a thick braid. Her face was oval shaped and she looked young to have a daughter in high school, but her deep green eyes were kind.

"I am…" he replied, looking over her suspiciously.

"I watched you at the sports festival. You were very interesting to follow," the woman bowed low and Midoriya was taken aback by her formality.

"Please excuse our rudeness," she said, dragging her daughter into a bow as well, "We are worried for All Might, just as you are. I offer up my help should Recovery Girl be unable to," she stood and smiled sadly.

"I owe so much to Toshinori-San."