Hey kid. I'd like to have a chat with you, if you're up to it. Would you be free this afternoon?

Izuku idly reread the text and the brief exchange that followed as he whiled away the few minutes left before the agreed time for the meeting.

Just a little over twenty-four hours before, Izuku had had a minor stroke at the mere thought of All Might texting him about a trip to the police station. Just a little over twenty-four hours before, he would have soared straight to cloud nine at the thought of All Might texting him 'to have a chat'. It was a pity that the only emotion he could muster at the moment was a vague sense of stunned apathy.

"I'll get that." He informed no one in particular when the bell rang. The man installing what probably were legalized viruses on his laptop gave him an odd look, and his mother replied something indistinguishable from the bathroom. Izuku shuffled out of his room and unlocked the front door.

"Young Midoriya. Good afternoon." All Might had reverted to his laid-back cargo pants and t-shirt attire. He seemed more tired and subdued as well, more like on the day Izuku had met him.

"Good afternoon." Izuku gestured at him to come inside, which he did with a quiet thanks. He did not remove his shoes though, and he stopped only few steps in upon spotting the second man fiddling with the landline in the living room.

"Ah. Busy day, is it?" All Might acknowledged the technician with a knowing nod. He then turned towards Izuku and tilted his head towards the front door. "Say, how about we take a walk? I bet your house feels crowded enough without me imposing as well."

His mother's head peeked into the hallway. All Might greeted her with a little wave and a weirdly embarrassed grin.

"I'm going for a walk." Izuku announced as he slipped his shoes on.

"Uhm, are you sure?" Her eyes shifted between All Might and him with ill-concealed unease.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Izuku cut short. He wasn't in the mood for another discussion. "See you later."

He strode out of the building without hesitation. He made his way down the stairs, through the parking lot, all the way to the sidewalk before stopping. All Might caught up with him a minute later, after lingering on the threshold to exchange a few words with his mother that Izuku decided he did not care about. He also decided to ignore the pointed stare the hero aimed at him when he finally reached him.

"Anywhere you'd like to go in particular?" All Might asked after a beat, gazing up and down the small road.

"Not really. You?"

"Any place is fine by me. I need to get reacquainted with this city, its layout is quite different from how I remember it."

Right, All Might had just moved in. And Musutafu had likely changed a lot since his U.A. days… That would have been a tremendously interesting topic for a chat, Izuku could feel the questions popping up in his head in droves, despite everything. Unfortunately, he was under no illusion that what All Might wanted from him could be that kind of casual conversation.

They picked a random direction and started walking. For almost five minutes, they strolled without breathing a word. It wasn't nearly as awkward as it would have been under any normal circumstances.

"Had another rough night?" All Might said eventually.

"Mh." Easy guess. The bags under Izuku's eyes would soon rival the fixed shadows circling the hero's if he didn't manage to rein in his sleeping schedule soon. The nightmares had ceased, thankfully, but his head had been so full of disjointed and clashing thoughts and memories that he hadn't managed to catch some shut eye until so late that it had become early.

Nothing made sense. Everything made too much sense. In hindsight, it felt strange that Izuku had never contemplated the possibility himself. It also felt absurd that it could be true though, instead of some sort of huge misunderstanding. That his father could be-

"Oh, before I forget. The villain is faring much better."

"Uh? What?" Izuku blinked.

"The sludge villain whose quirk you returned." All Might graced him with a gentle smile. "I heard he was already mostly coherent by last night, and as of few hours ago he was firmly denying ever bearing any 'serious' ill intent towards you and your friend, demanding to see his lawyer and complaining about the quality of the lunch he was served."

Guilt needled Izuku's stomach upon realizing that the villain's plight had completely escaped his mind since his return home from the police station. How poorly committed his sympathy was. "Oh. That's… good, I guess?"

"We guess." All Might chuckled. "I don't think I've dealt with another incident that badly in years, but I'm glad that no one suffered any permanent damage, at least. And thank you again for bringing the matter to a close in my stead."

"It's hardly your fault if things went the way they did. But… yeah, I'm glad he's okay and that it's over." Now if only that hadn't sparked a much worse and much more scarring mishap, at least for Izuku… "Are you all right, by the way?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Have you managed to see a doctor yet? About, uh…" Izuku pointed at his own mouth, unsure how to describe the attack the man had suffered the day before, the likes of which Izuku had only seen in movies and cartoons, usually from people sporting deadly and gory upper body wounds.

All Might laughed with inexplicable, genuine mirth. "Oh, don't worry! I wasn't playing it cool when I said I was fine. It's just a thing that happens. Usually it isn't quite as, uh, dramatic, but it really is nothing concerning."

"But… you hadn't even used your quirk…" Izuku could not fathom how spraying blood like a fountain on a presumably regular basis couldn't warrant seeking any kind of medical attention, but the hero waved off his objection with finality.

"Trust me, it's fine. More importantly..." All Might wasn't looking at him. He seemed deeply focused in memorizing as much as he could of his surroundings, peering here and there at street nameplates, buildings, alleys… manholes too, amusingly. But the low and soft quality of his tone made it clear that he wasn't asking just out of politeness. "What about you, kid? How are you?"

Izuku dropped his gaze to his feet and shrugged. It was an accurate answer, actually. He'd spent so many hours torturing himself with doubts and grief and confusion that at some point his brain had sort of… ran out of energy to spare for emotions. He supposed it wasn't the worst response he could have had. Stolid empty-headedness was largely preferable to the scorching waves of betrayal, impending doom and overbearing dismay he'd sampled the day before.

"I imagine how difficult all this must be for you." All Might went on, just as tactfully. "Have you talked with your mother?"

Oh, scratch that. He was still capable of feeling something. His mother was enough of a sore topic to make him clench his fists. "...Yeah. I have."

"...I don't think-"

"She knew." Yeah, he was still angry. It bubbled in his chest like boiling tar, thick and sticky and suffocating.

"She told you that?"

"I heard you three talking about it last night. I was listening from outside the living room."

"What?!" All Might seemed genuinely shocked. It hadn't been Izuku's proudest moment, admittedly, but let's be honest, what else was he supposed to do? Pretend that they weren't discussing life-changing revelations just few meters away from his bed? He was only human. All Might slapped a large hand on his face and dragged it down alongside his pointy features with a groan. "Oh, come on…"

"She knew, and she never told me." His nails were digging painfully in his palms and- oh great, now he was getting teary again. He'd held it together for the whole day and now he was going to lose it five minutes after All Might had showed up. For the third or fourth time in as many days. Sure, why not? It wasn't like he'd managed to retain any sort of dignity since the very moment he'd met his idol. Why bother now? "S-She's known since- since before marrying him- however that happened… I j-just..."

All Might regarded him silently for a moment. "...Things like these look very different from an outside perspective. Especially to someone as young as you are. It's very easy to judge, and even easier to misjudge."

"But she knew he was a criminal - one who would not even consider changing his ways for his family - and she… wanted him around anyway? Why would she do that?! It's- I wouldn't want an unrepentant villain still involved in illegal business around my son! He'd be... a bad influence, at the very least!"

"Before yesterday, have you ever thought that he could be having a bad influence on you?"

"Uh? No, I… I didn't know that he was… I never… questioned..."

All Might sighed deeply. "Your father is a notoriously charismatic man. He's always been particularly adept at coaxing people to his side without open coercion, but with simple, well-aimed words. You never suspected that he may have been acting in his own best interest while offering or withholding certain information from you, although it may seem obvious in hindsight. I bet he managed to instil the same trust in your mother, despite what she knew about him."

"I…" Izuku rubbed away the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He couldn't understand. He just couldn't. And it tore at him. "W-Was it because of the money? She never... I-I thought we were good, she n-never said anything… I-If I'd known, I would have… I wouldn't have asked for… s-so many things, I-"

"I highly doubt that a few toys and games could have had that big of an impact on the family budget. There's no reason for you to beat yourself up over anything." All Might slipped his hands in his pockets, sympathy plain in his sunken eyes. "Your mother found herself in a very tricky situation, through no real fault of her own. She navigated it as best as she could, and I'm sure your well-being was her top priority. Seeing the healthy and upright young man you've grown into, I'd say she handled it admirably."

"...I know." Izuku knew it, really, he understood that. But… he'd always seen his mother as just about the most transparent, honest, sensible and sensitive person on Earth. And it turned out she didn't… exactly… meet that standard, however idealistic. It had been a blow, on top of everything else, one that had left him without a real, fully trustworthy figure when he most needed it. "I know that, but… she should have told me. At some point. There's no excuse for not doing that."

"Perhaps. It's hard to predict the negative impact that such a confession may have on a younger child, but perhaps she should have." The hero conceded. "I'd refrain from handing down verdicts though. You kept some secrets of your own from her. You hid your quirk-"

"But that's not the same thing! Not even close! A quirk isn't as big an omission as your father being a criminal!" Izuku snapped, then immediately hunched his back in regret, his tone losing some volume but not its bitterness. "And, you know, maybe, maybe I wouldn't have listened to him so readily if someone had warned me that he isn't exactly an upstanding citizen!"

"Look, it isn't my place to comment on how things stand or should stand between you and your mother, or how you should behave, but… if there's one thing you need to keep in mind - and please do keep it in mind, at all times - is that the one person who bears absolute and doubtless blame is your father. That's the source of all the lies that have been fed to you. Lies and deception are… what he does, really. What he's always done. You and your mother are both victims in all this."

Izuku sniffed and wiped some tears and snot on his sleeve. It was gross, but he couldn't bring himself to care. There was a logic to All Might's words, but no logic justified the staggering duplicity that had just turned his life upside down. The unfairness of it all was simply too much to accept.

The boy looked up when All Might poked him on the shoulder to catch his attention.

"Speaking of which…" All Might swerved to the left, entering a smaller and more secluded lane leading away from the more trafficked routes. He had resumed his perusal of the area, and his expression had regained a firm, almost steely edge. Izuku followed him. "What I wanted to talk to you about concerns what transpired about your father, and how it will affect your life going forwards."

No surprise there. The two plain-clothes agents that had shown up that morning, no doubt mourning the loss of their well-deserved Sunday rest, had been clear enough of a warning of some upheaval to the Midoriyas' routine. All Might's vague text had only cemented Izuku's expectations of further disruptions.

"I hate being the bearer of bad news, but it is imperative for you to understand the gravity of your father's position… especially to prevent him from enacting any sort of manipulation or control on you in the future." The hero began. "The man you know as 'Hisashi Midoriya' goes under many aliases, so much so that we are still unaware of his real name. He has committed an astounding variety of serious crimes, over the course of decades. Even if your mother claims to be aware of his background, I assure you she doesn't know the half of it."

Izuku physically curled up under the weight of those words. It was… even worse than they thought? His father sounded more and more like some obscenely powerful yakuza boss or something, which was just… just...

"The police will be gathering and analyzing as much evidence as possible to find clues leading to his current location and activities. All possible forms of communications between you and him will be monitored. Your phones will be bugged, and any electronic devices you own will be fitted with tracking software. Your mail will be examined before delivery." All Might paused, assessing Izuku's lack of a reaction to his speech. "Did they tell you about this already?"

"S-Some of it, yeah." Izuku's gaze dropped to the asphalt again. The dried tears made the skin on his cheeks and around his eyes itch. "Will there be cameras too? Inside the house?"

"I haven't heard about cameras. I don't think so. Seeing as your father never set foot in your house, there doesn't seem to be any reason to surveil it that closely from the inside. The outside will be watched, so we'd notice anyway if he tried to approach it."

"...Okay."

"...I know it's an oppressive situation. No one likes having their privacy invaded. But know that the professionals in charge of monitoring you are utterly uninterested in you specifically, or in whatever you do with your free time, as long as it isn't anything outrageously illegal." All Might's voice softened again, although not enough for Izuku to dare raise his eyes from the ground. "I hear they are especially unconcerned about peculiar web searches and piracy perpetrated by bored adolescents, and some such things. Anything that isn't strictly related to the case at hand won't ever make it into any reports."

"Mh." A couple of small mercies were better than none, Izuku guessed. He really couldn't muster neither enthusiasm nor gratitude for them at the moment though.

"Ah, about this… Those monthly phone calls your mother mentioned are particularly relevant for the police. They are likely their best bet in pinpointing your father's position." All Might paused. "For that reason, we would appreciate your cooperation on that front."

Izuku's brain suddenly jolted into activity, a myriad of spy movies and comics coming to his mind and offering plenty of distressing scenarios he could be potentially thrusted into. "You mean like… you want me to help you find him? Get him to drop hints about where he is, or- or asking him to go somewhere where you can set up a trap, or-" Izuku looked back up at the man, without bothering to conceal the pure terror that such prospects filled him with.

"What? No, of course not!" All Might exclaimed, surprised. "I mean, it isn't out of discussion that we may try to actively lure him out at some point, but that would take extensive preparations and precautions on our part. We'd need to gather more intel and agents, recruit other heroes first… We definitely aren't considering taking any such steps yet."

"O-Oh… okay…" He let out the tiniest sigh of relief. No wild capers… for now...

"Besides, even if we were, we wouldn't use a child as bait! Your mother would be much more suited to assist us. Any request from her would have more sway on your father, and she would handle the pressure much better."

"So… what do you want me to do then?"

All Might shrugged. "Just keep up appearances. Continue having your monthly calls with him as if nothing happened, so as not to alert him that something might be wrong."

That wasn't that big of a demand, objectively speaking, but... it didn't seem feasible either. Izuku's grasp on his own emotions was tenuous at best at the moment, and his father had always been exceptionally perceptive to his state. He really didn't think he could endure up to two hours of small talk about heroes, quirks, school and assorted pleasantries without having some sort of breakdown halfway through. Izuku gulped, bracing himself for the inevitable scolding of his cowardice.

"...I-I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I can do that."

Surprisingly, All Might wasn't put off in the slightest. "In that case, you could ask your mother to pretend you got hurt in some way that prevents you from speaking. Bad tooth, removed tonsils, broken jaw, you name it. That would earn you at least another month of silence and… hopefully the investigation will make some progress in that time, or you'll grow used enough to the situation to face him with a cool head."

That was a reasonable approach to the issue. It was a relief to know that someone else was putting some thinking into all this in Izuku's place, now that his already flimsy decisional autonomy had stumbled into the metaphorical equivalent of a bear trap. "...I'll think about it."

"Thank you." All Might nodded, strangely unperturbed by Izuku's less than proactive attitude. "Other than what I've mentioned, you will also be followed wherever you go whenever you aren't at home or at school-"

"W-What?" Izuku instinctively glanced around, envisioning slow-moving cars or shady individuals with sunglasses and holed newspapers observing him from bushes.

The corners of All Might's mouth twitched upwards. "You will not be aware of it, nor will anyone else, of course. It will have no actual impact on your daily life, like all the other measures we've already covered."

"But why?" Izuku griped, his heart sinking so deep that it would soon pierce through the Earth's mantle. "My father isn't going to suddenly drop by to say hello, you just said so yourself!"

"It's for your own protection too." All traces of humor vanished instantly from the hero's demeanor. "Your father is no stranger to violence. In the past, he has resorted to brutal and immoral means to dispose of his enemies, and... I'm sorry to say that he would not hesitate to employ such methods against his own family, if he deemed it a danger to his own safety."

Izuku couldn't hold back a little hysterical chuckle that sounded pitiful to his own ears. "That… sounds a bit exaggerated, doesn't it? I-I get that he's a bad guy, but… I really don't think he'd do something like that to us. H-He's never even raised his voice with me, never..."

"Midoriya. I beg you to believe me when I say that you can't trust anything of what you think you know about your father." All Might stopped to glare intently at a narrow, dingy alley littered with trash bags. "He is dangerous. Extraordinarily so. Tsukauchi is pushing for having further safety measures enforced for your family, and until those have been granted, please be very aware of your surroundings at all times. Refrain from taking unfamiliar routes, and stick to crowded areas whenever you can. I don't want to scare you, but even having eyes on you at all times is no guarantee of a timely intervention, under unfavorable circumstances."

"Is it… really that bad?" Izuku breathed, gutted by the unexpected harshness of the picture painted by All Might's words. It was… inconceivable, still. His father, deliberately hurting him? His father, whose cutting sarcasm was just about the only vaguely hurtful trait Izuku had ever witnessed? His father, a hardened, soulless criminal averse to puns and All Might trivia, and yet always so willing to let Izuku torture him with both? His father, ambushing him from dark corners? "Is he really that bad?"

"Yes."

"What did he…" Izuku started asking, only to trail off. It was a pointless question, with a clear answer. It had been buzzing in his head for the whole night, blindingly obvious by now. "...He steals quirks, doesn't he? That's what he does. He... maims people for…"

"I'm afraid he isn't nearly as conscientious as you in regards to-" All Might cut himself off with a visible flinch. "Wait, he told you about his quirk? You know it's the same as yours?"

"Y-Yes."

"You didn't mention that to us." Bright pinpricks of blue were suddenly trained on Izuku with piercing intensity. It kept catching him off guard, how both of the Symbol of Peace's towering forms could switch from amicable to intimidating at the drop of a dime.

"I-I thought… He said it was a secret- one of his confidential matters. I've always thought he was some sort of… prison guard or undercover agent…" God, how unbelievably stupid it all sounded now. Izuku had never felt more childish.

"...That goes to show…" All Might mumbled, barely audibly. It unsettled Izuku. It went to show what? His father's cunning? Izuku's naivety? Or… surely not that he could be hiding something on purpose...

"I-I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… I had no idea how- how serious- I'd never-"

"Mh?" The hero blinked at him, as if emerging from a private musing. "Ah, I mean… There could be some merit to the other thing I wanted to ask of you."

Izuku just waited, barely able to withstand the acuity of the hero's gaze without shrinking. After a few tense moments, All Might let out a sigh and resumed walking, his eyes wandering back to the street ahead.

"To be frank… Personally, I don't think we're going to achieve much from all these investigations." He grimaced, as if regretting those words as soon as they left his mouth. "Not for lack of trying, mind you. Tsukauchi is an immensely capable and dedicated officer, he'll pursue each lead as thoroughly as humanly possible, but… Your father knows how to cover his tracks. Phone calls, payments, mail, blatant cues like those have never brought us close to him in the past, not once. To his associates, yes, to his… 'aftermaths', yes. But never to him personally. His circumstances were always shrouded in impenetrable security. I doubt this case will be any different."

Buildings gave way to the open horizon. They had reached the end of the street, which merged into a largest road running along the coast. They crossed it, and kept going on the opposite sidewalk, looking down on a thin stretch of sand separating them from the sea.

"That said… he did leave one huge trail for us to find this time. A whole family, out in the open." All Might's eyes returned to the boy pensively. "A breakthrough like this, if you'll pass me the term, is unprecedented. The most obvious leads could turn out to be dead ends, but maybe there is something to be found in the smaller things."

"The smaller things?"

The man gestured vaguely. "He's been talking to you, has he not? To you and your mother both, for over a decade. Not that often, but… hell, he even told you about his quirk, and one would expect him to be very tight-lipped about that. There might be more to dig up. Details he may have deemed unimportant, or accidentally let slip. Hints. Small things."

Izuku was finally catching the drift. "I'm really sorry, but… I know you probably can't take my word for it, but I really don't know anything about what he does, or ever did. He never let anything slip about his… his 'job'..."

"Of course not, that's not what I'm referring to. The thing is…" The hero clucked his tongue in frustration. "We know so little about the man himself as well. His identity, his background, his history… We know next to nothing about him, and what little we do know, we were only able to discover through very unconventional means. If there's a chance to glean one more shred of information hidden among the fabrications, I think it's worth pursuing it."

"So the police are going to question us about… fourteen years' worth of chit-chats?" That seemed like a disproportionate endeavor for something as volatile as the possibility of parsing an ounce of truth. Exactly how desperate were they to catch this increasingly perplexing father of his?

"That's the gist of it, yes. And ideally, we would like to interview you separately, to avoid that either of you could, ehr… inadvertently censor yourselves about information not known by the other-"

"Like my quirk. Or dad's 'activities'." Izuku muttered.

"...Yes. Things like those." All Might paused, then cleared his throat. "Well… given the delicate nature of the case, we are trying to keep the workforce to a minimum, and involve as few people as possible. This ought to speed up coordination and briefing, as well reduce the risk of information leaks. Tsukauchi will be personally questioning your mother… as well as direct the entire operation. He's quite the multitasker. And, well… since technically I'm already involved and up to speed and I won't be contributing to the proper detective work in any capacity… we thought I might take care of hearing your side of the story."

A little Oh was the whole extent of Izuku's reaction as the hero's words washed over him. All Might seemed a little discouraged by that.

"We figured it might put you a little more at ease… Talking with someone you're already familiar with, instead of a brand new face. And, ehr… well, you mentioned being a fan, so…" He elaborated, his hands drawing half-formed shapes in the air to underline his words. He looked… almost nervous? "It's just a possibility, of course. If you'd rather be entrusted to a proper member of the force, it's well within your rights to request that."

Izuku did not miss the underlying meaning of that winding speech. It was within his rights to request who he wanted to be interviewed by, not if.

"Do I even have a choice?" All Might's guilty grimace was all the reply Izuku needed. "...No, sorry, I… That's a stupid question. I've no reason to refuse either." Surely not the faint sense of betrayal knocking on his conscience at that very moment. Could he even feel bad about betraying someone who'd never been honest with him in the first place?

"...I know it's far from an enticing perspective." All Might rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "It's going to eat up a lot of your time, and people are never exactly eager to 'snitch' on relatives, even when they're criminals. But I really think it could be of great help to us."

So that was the role Izuku was going to have in this whole mess, that of a very oddly-shaped piece in a very complicated puzzle. It could be worse, he supposed. Being stuck in a room talking with the number one hero for hours could hardly be considered a real punishment. Were the topic of the conversation literally anything else, it'd be a dream coming true, even. He should push that angle on himself, Izuku pondered. Maybe he could talk himself into enjoying the whole thing, in some way.

"Since I'm no policeman, I'm amenable to reward you for the time and effort you'll generously dedicate to the task with suitable bribing. I was thinking snacks, if that doesn't come off as too cheap." All Might continued with a tentative grin, although his attempt at levity didn't stick the landing. "No? How about, ehr… All Might merch?" For some reason, his face scrunched up as if the suggestion physically pained him.

Izuku sighed. There was no point in fighting the inevitable, was there? "It's fine. I'll do it."

"...Thank you, that is very good to hear." All Might smiled with evident relief. He patted Izuku's shoulder encouragingly. "I'll say, you're taking all this a lot better than I was expecting. For all the crying, you have quite the resilient attitude. Heroic, even!"

Izuku let out a half-choked sob. Oh. Oh, wow, that realization hurt. He hadn't thought about that since… had it really only been a couple of days since making it into U.A. had been his biggest concern in life? And now…

"Ehr… Sorry, did I say something wrong?" All Might asked when faced with the new bout of tears streaming down the boy's cheeks. Izuku shook his head.

"S-Sorry, it's just… I-I guess that's the closest I'll ever get to becoming a hero now, uh?"

"What?"

"There's no way they'll let me anywhere near a hero course now, is there? My father told me it was basically impossible before, and now..."

"Your father told you that you couldn't be a hero? Your father who is a villain?" All Might gave him a pointed look. "You may want to start reevaluating some of the nuggets of wisdom he's been imparting on you in light of the new revelations, kid."

"But he's right, isn't he?" Izuku griped. "It's even worse now that he turned out to be a villain! A bad one too! Abusing the same overpowered quirk I have, it's just… too great a bias, isn't it?"

All Might seemed caught off guard, then he frowned and looked away without replying. There it was, the naked truth. Not even an attempt at a rebuttal. Out of discussion. Izuku's dreams scattered to the wind, without hope of salvation.

"Y-You know, I actually thought… I could work my way around it." Izuku continued among the sniffles, dropping his gaze to the ground. "I thought I could just pretend to be quirkless. F-For a while. Pass the test like that, make some friends, get… get trusted as a hero because of my work. A-and then, then one day, just… after everyone trusted me, I thought I could come out clean. And start using my quirk for good. I thought it could work. Get others to know me before my quirk. B-But it's never going to happen now. The police know, the school will know."

"...I must say that building your budding hero career on a lie isn't the most solid plan I've ever heard." There was no accusation in All Might's tone, but his words still cut deep.

"I know…" Izuku bit his lip. He'd known, but what alternatives did he have?

"But I guess we can't all carelessly parade our true selves before public scrutiny, can we?" The man sighed, scratching his own head. "You are right about one thing though. Actions do speak louder than words. You might not be able to talk your way out of your… delicate circumstances, but factual demonstrations of good intentions can go a long way."

"That's… That's all I'm asking for!" Izuku's head snapped up, desperately latching onto that single lifeline. "I would do whatever it takes to be allowed to try!"

"Well, I'd say you're already on the right path then. Cooperating with the police is definitely a good step to establish good faith." All Might flashed him a sheepish smile. "...I'm not saying that just to grind my own axe, I swear."

"Do you think it would be enough for U.A. to let me attempt the test?"

"You want to apply to U.A?" The hero seemed strangely surprised.

"Yeah. Is it… not a good idea?"

All Might took a few moments to reply. "...It might work in your favor, actually. U.A. is famous for the degree of self-determination afforded to its management by the government. If you're worried about external interference, U.A. is your best bet to avoid it."

A tiny, shy flicker of hope ignited in Izuku's chest.

"...I've known the principal of U.A High School for a long time. He's a bit of an eccentric, but one with an impeccable work ethic." All Might resumed after a moment. "He's not the kind of person to let unfair judgement undermine his institute. Especially if it prevented an aspiring hero he deems worthy from being appointed his student."

"You mean that…?"

"I mean that if you do plan to apply to U.A. you could have a chance of making it in, regardless of your unfavorable background. If you pass the admission test, that is." All Might suddenly stopped walking. "...What is this?"

Izuku blinked, ripped out of his thoughts, and took in the portion of the seafront they had reached. Wow, he really hadn't been paying any attention to where they were going, had he? "...Oh. It's, ehr… an illegal dumping site, I guess."

"Really?" All Might commented, eyeing the sad, disregarded No Dumping sign welcoming its disobedient visitors.

"Yeah. The currents always bring flotsam to this area, so it was never clean in the first place. And then people started taking advantage of it…"

"And no one ever comes here to pick up any of this?" Strangely, the sight and the slight stench of mounds of rusting metal and assorted junk didn't bother All Might, who climbed down the few steps separating the sidewalk from the beach.

"No, the city administration never took an interest. Everyone else just avoids this spot altogether. It's been getting worse over the years." Izuku had no idea why All Might was studying the piles of dismissed appliances as if they might hold some hidden treasures within, but he felt rather dumb for accidentally introducing this to the hero, of all places in Musutafu, as his first sightseeing landmark. "Sorry, I should have brought us somewhere else."

"It's fine." Undaunted, All Might wandered deeply into the maze of refuse, with Izuku ruefully tagging along. "A safe, handy spot where a passing criminal in a hurry could stash some loot, don't you think? Good to know."

"Oh. I didn't think about that." Right. That was what it meant for a hero to know his turf, right? It went beyond street names and layouts. It meant to be aware of how each location could lend itself to certain criminal activities, what places could make for good improvised hideouts, where civilians were more or less likely to be gathered...

"How were you planning on passing the admission test?" All Might asked when they reached the water's edge, eyes fixed on the waves crashing on the sand.

"Uhm. Well, I've already started reviewing the subjects listed in the syllabus…"

"I was referring to the practical session, actually."

"Oh, uhm… Well, I tried looking for information about it online, but there doesn't seem to be any. Apparently it's U.A.'s policy to bind all participants to non-disclosure. They say that observing how potential candidates react to unexpected situations is part of the evaluation process, so…"

All Might looked at Izuku, his expression blank. "Yes. So?"

"Ehr." Suddenly Izuku felt extremely on the spot. "W-Well, without knowing what I'm getting into, I don't really have any specific strategies in mind."

All Might cocked his head with a slight frown. "What about generic strategies? What skills were you going to capitalize on?"

"I… Well… I thought I'd just… try my best. Improvise and use my head."

All Might blinked. "...That is what everyone else is going to do too. Except everyone else will also have a quirk to rely on, while you weren't going to use yours. That's a massive disadvantage right there."

"Yes, I know." Izuku clasped his hand behind his back in shame. That was an excellent point, one that somehow no one had ever raised with him. Everyone, including his father, instantly shot down his idea as soon it left his mouth. No one had ever asked him to elaborate on the practical details. Which he had sort of… failed to sort out so far.

"And you have no notion as to how to bridge that gap."

"Not… not yet."

All Might crossed his arms, sporting possibly the harshest expression Izuku had seen on him yet. It made his stomach lurch unpleasantly. "...Are you serious about this hero thing? Are you sure it isn't just a passing fancy?"

"It isn't! It absolutely isn't!" Izuku answered immediately. "I just… I don't even know if I'm allowed to bring any tools, or-"

"Tools?" All Might scoffed as he walked back to him and gave him a critical once-over. "Looks to me you already have all the tools you need, if you deigned to consider them."

"Uh?"

"You have arms, don't you? Hands. Legs. Arguably a head." All Might poked at each listed limb with a bony finger as he started circling him like a starved shark. "All in working order, yes?"

"Y-Yes- I mean, I'm not ill or anything, but-"

"Then why aren't you trying to capitalize on those? A quirk is an important part of a person, but it's not the only one! You have a body, use it!"

"Ah, yes, I…" Izuku gulped. "It would make sense to, uh, try to get a little stronger, I guess…"

"You guess? " All Might was reaching yet unexplored levels of visible exasperation, which was saying something considering the whole secret-villainous-father debacle. Izuku didn't know if getting the number one hero so worked up about his little pipe dream should be considered flattering or shameful. "Being a hero isn't a desk job! Running fast, lifting heavy weights, enduring fatigue are not optional skills! No matter what quirk they have, no hero worth their salt can neglect to keep in excellent shape!"

"R-Right. Of course. It's just that, uh…" Izuku fidgeted. "I'm not really good at that sort of… physical stuff. I've always been a bit on the scrawny side, and I get tired easily, and I'm no good at brawling-"

"Despite training?"

"...I've never followed a proper training regimen, but…"

All Might rubbed his hands on his face. "Kid, unless they have a physical-enhancing quirk, people aren't just born strong. They get strong by training - do I really have this state this out loud?"

Izuku was fairly sure his face was about to spontaneously combust. Of all the things he'd expected to happen in his near future, being scolded by All Might in person for his lack of commitment to physical activity was not one of them. "Y-You are right. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… to disrespect you or your profession…"

"You didn't, I was just… You seemed passionate about this two days ago..." All Might trailed off. "My point is that all the equity in the world won't net you a place in U.A. if you don't pass that test. And if you really are serious about raising your chances of becoming a hero, you have to give this some serious thought, and soon. You can cram months of study into weeks if you have the brains for it, but you cannot do the same with workouts."

Izuku willed himself to hold his head up straighter. "I-I will. Thank you for your advice, it makes a lot of sense."

The silence that descended between them was more than a little awkward.

"I've pestered you enough for today, haven't I?" All Might eventually said as he took off towards the sidewalk. "Let's go back."

Izuku trailed behind the hero as they made their way among the waste, and almost bumped on him when he slowed to a stop to stare at a particularly high pile of contorted, rusty scraps.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just thinking that… What I need is a quiet, lonely place to have some private chats with you, and what you need is a way to work up some muscle and rack up some good karma, right?" All Might scratched his chin as he scanned the heaps of trash hiding the rest of the city from view. "...Say, how do you feel about community service?"