"You cannot come. You are a danger to the children and that is unacceptable. You will not be coming and that is final."

Toshinori had holed up in her apartment, a pass time she found herself participating in more and more. The words, his words, rung in her head. It had been an almost physical slap and it had shut her mouth. He thought she was a danger, and was he so wrong? She only got people hurt, couldn't even save people.

And then the call came in, and even without her being there, the children were hurt. Katsuki had been kidnapped. All because she wasn't there. It was a no win situation, she knew, but she was stewing regardless. With the resurgence of All for One she was feeling pretty depressed. He was back, killing people and all she had to show for her troubles was a missing sense of self esteem. Add on to that the continued hatred from her fellow teacher and she was as low as could be.

Now she was just sitting, waiting. Waiting for anything. She had a meeting in a few hours at the school, a joy she had no doubt, but besides that, there was nothing to keep her from wallowing in her own inability.

Everything hurt, and she wasn't much sure there was anything she could do about it. She had failed and she hated herself for it.

...

The meeting was just as bad as she thought it would be.

Normally she could pull herself together enough to be somewhat All Mighty, but today, in this moment, she couldn't. All she could think about was how much of a damn failure she had been. The others were talking about safety, but really, they just needed to not have her at the school. They had never had a problem, not until she showed up. And then within her first month of working she had apparently given rise to a league of villains who wanted her dead and were willing to do anything to accomplish that.

And then her phone had rung, and she got the best news ever. They could find Katsuki, save him, and maybe even put a stop to the stupid League of Villains once and for all. Except, that she wasn't sure she had the energy, the ability to help. She could barley be in her muscle form for an hour, how was she supposed to help them defeat this villain?

But she was All Might, and All Might didn't give up. Even if she wished she could just curl up and die.

Yagi went to get dressed. She would need to be ready at any moment for when she got the information they needed. She would be ready, she had to be.

…

Everything burned. Everything hurt. But the worst part was the cold seeping in. She could feel One for All leaving her. The warmth she had felt for the past forty one years was leaving her. She could feel One for All leaving her and it was scary. She hadn't been without it for the majority of her life, and now. Now it was seeping through her fingers. It was a flame that was going out and no matter what she did she couldn't rekindle it.

All for One's words were burning through her mind, his words, his anger. She hated it. She wanted nothing more than to stop him speaking. Stop him breathing. She had failed so far, she had exposed herself to the world. She was a failure.

Everyone was yelling, screaming at her. Everything was to loud, her heart was beating in her ears and there was just too much. Too much!

She couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't' do anything. She was going to die and leave Izuku all alone. She was going to be beaten down and the world was going to suffer. She was letting everyone down. She was going to fail.

It was like electricity through her body. She remembered what Nana had said. Yagi remembered where she came from. How everyone had looked down on her as a child, how she was seen as worthless, how she was abandoned by everyone. She remembered meeting Nana for the first time. She remembered how it felt using One for All the first time. How it felt losing her mother, than her mentor, than her body to sickness and surgeries.

Fighting All for One the first time. Thinking she had done it, but not actually. Thinking she had rid the world of this menace. Thinking she could die happy, knowing that the world was safe. But she had been wrong, so very wrong. He was alive in the world and she needed to put a stop to that. But most of all, she needed to be alive when she did it.

She needed to be alive, for Izuku. She needed to be able to guide him, mentor him. Be there for him. And she needed to fight for him. For Izuku. She never wanted him to go up against All for One, have to fight for his life.

So she dug deep, she grabbed the last of her power, the last she had left, the last bit of flame. The last note of music. She grabbed it and pulled it together, called on her power. She remembered where she came from, where she was going, why she was a hero, why she fought.

And then his face flashed through her mind, or really it was more a moment flashed through her mind. It wasn't long after Aizawa healed from his wounds. Yagi had been sitting in the teachers lounge trying to not to pass out, her head was pounding. Aizawa had walked in, and, she wasn't sure what they had talked about. Her head had been pounding and the world was fuzzy but she had said something and he had laughed, like actually laughed.

And if nothing else, she wanted to make him smile like that again.

So with a war cry, with a primal scream, with literally everything Yagi has, she slammed her fist into All for One's head, spattering his brains everywhere. She put everything she had into this punch, and as the power shattered through the air, Yagi knew she had done it. It was different than last time, different than when she defeated him the first time. The power ripped through her, tearing and shearing through her. She couldn't breath, couldn't move.

When she came back to her senses, Toshinori registered the complete silence. Except for a buzzing sound. Toshinori tried to rationalize. There were sparks of electricity everywhere. Helicopters. People shouting. But deep down she knew, it was back. One for All had protected her and now it was gone. She almost cried, almost lost it. But there really was a helicopter trained on her, she knew. And she had already shown the world she was weak, she wouldn't show them she was broken, even if it was true.

Pulling herself together, Toshinori pointed towards the cameras. She had a message to give and this would be the best and only time to give it. He had to know if he hadn't already felt it. This shift, the transfer. He had to know. She had to tell him.

"Next. You're next." She knew he would understand. Izuku was smart, he would understand. She wasn't sure when next she would be able to talk to him, but she had to let him know.

Gran Torino walked by, holding her by her elbow. It was the only thing keeping her upright, the only thing keeping her steady. People were reaching out, touching her. Thanking her. How could they thank her? This should have been done years ago, not left to tonight. She got a child kidnapped. But while it might not seem like it, Toshinori had never really understood people, not like this. Instead she just smile like she always did. Like she always would.

...

She knew nothing, not where she was going, not what she was doing. Her face felt tight, either from the burns of the smile she had plastered there. Torino led her to an ambulance, but others were being brought, so she said let them go first. Let them be taken to the hospital first. She could wait. She had done this to them, they needed tending to and she could wait.

Yagi tried staying on her feet, but she was slipping. She was losing it. She was gonna pass out.

"I'll take her from here. I have a car and can drive her faster than waiting on another ambulance." Yagi recognized the voice, but she couldn't place it. The buzzing in her ears was making it hard to hear, hard to process.

A warm arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and Yagi just about melted. Whoever it was held her up and practically dragging her to the car. But they were being gentle with her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

Aizawa. The name shot through her mind and she recognized who was holding her. She opened her eyes, not remembering closing them, realizing that while they had been shut the two had made it away from the crowd, the noise dying to the back round. They were alone now, just the two of them, and if she wasn't so out of it Yagi would have questioned the joy she was deriving from being just the two of them together, him holding her in his arms. It was nice. He wasn't such a jerk when he was holding her like this.

"My car is not far from here. It won't be long." Yagi tried to talk, say anything, but it came out as a sob. That wasn't right. She had tried to say thank you, but now she was crying. Where had all the joy gone? It had only been a second. She stopped, unable to move. She tried, she really did, but she couldn't move. Her legs wouldn't work, wouldn't move forward. She started coughing, blood spilling up into her mouth, spilling out of her mouth. She couldn't stop, couldn't breath, couldn't do anything but cry.

She slid to the ground, leaning against Aizawa. She felt so foolish but she couldn't stop crying, coughing. Her heart was pounding in her ears, blood drowning out everything. She was having a panic attack and she was going to drown.

"Shhh. Shhh. Yagi, just try and breath, I'm right here. You're not alone. Just breath, I'm right here. Relax. I'm right here." Aizawa was down beside her, and Yagi could hear him over everything. He kept on talking, and she focused on his whispers, on the breath against her ear, the hand running up and down her back.

Her head was soon pressed into his chest, his free hand coming up and sliding his fingers into her hair. She could hear his heart beating, and thought about her own matching his. About her breathing matching his. She focused on his words, the random stream of conscience.

She breathed in his scent. He smelt warm, like cinnamon. It was nice. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, longer than she should have though. Longer than she should have made him sit there.

"I, I'm… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I, sorry." She kept saying it, kept speaking, new tears flowing. "I kept you out, I've done, I'm, I am, sorry. You, hate me and I'm, you don't. I'm sorry." Yagi tried pushing away, not wanting to lean on him, not wanting to keep pushing herself on him, but his arm tightened around her.

"Why are you apologizing? You've done nothing wrong. Now I need to get you to the hospital before you pass out. I can't have my hero dying on me." Yagi tried to tell him not to take her to the hospital, it was full of hacks, but than Aizawa grabbed her arms tucking them close to her chest, the motion causing Yagi to groan in pain, both arms broken horribly. He then slid his hand under her knees, his other going around and holding her from behind. "This might hurt a bit, and for that I'm sorry." In one fluid motion, Aizawa stood up, and he was right, it hurt.

Stars burst behind her eyes and she let out a strangled scream. She buried her face in his neck, trying not to cry out again. The blood was rushing in her ears again, but she could hear him humming, the vibrations reverberating in his chest.

The last thing she knew was his humming being drowned out by the buzzing.

...

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Aizawa knew he was jostling her injured arms and broken ribs. There were far to many pot holes in the road and Aizawa was cursing each and every bump. The walk to the car on top of the pain from the day had been to much for Toshinori and she had passed out. It wasn't a good thing, but Aizawa was almost glad she wasn't awake for the ride.

His heart was breaking for her and he just wanted to pull over and hold her, stopping her from being in pain. He poor face was stained with tears that had cut through the blood and dirt. She looked so sad and broken, all bundled up in the back of his car, her tall form smooshed on the bench seat. He knew it wasn't comfortable, but it was faster than waiting. Aizawa was taking them to a hospital a bit further away so that she wasn't lost in the commotion of survivors being brought in. She would need serious medical attention and he was going to make sure she got it.

When the arrived he ran in and got a medical team to bring a gurney and help take her into the hospital. He ran along side them, watching as they started pulling off her torn hero costume, already getting her attached to oxygen. He ran until they came to two door that were flung open. He would have continued if a nurse hadn't blocked him, telling him they needed to take her back and he wasn't aloud.

So all Aizawa could do was watch as she disappeared down a long white hallway as the door shut. Her broken body being rushed to a hopefully life saving surgery. It was going to be touch and go for hours, the internal damage no doubt extensive. In the pit of his stomach worry sat like a rock. She might die. She might die thinking he hated her when that was far from the truth. And whose fault was that? Only his own, because he had treated her horribly for no reason. She might die and he wasn't sure he could handle that.

For the first time since Shota's mother died he felt like crying, and he knew damn well why.