Thirteen called out. "Bakugo, get back!"

Mikumo activated the UV mode of his visor, searching for the ring of UV lights on Hagakure's glove. There was every chance the pale man would dispose of her now he'd gotten what he wanted, breaking into USJ.

Kurogiri laughed, before swelling in size.

There!

"Begone, hero brats."

Mikumo surged forwards, reaching out for Hagakure.

The purple mist engulfed the students, swallowing them up.

"Writhe in torment, until you breathe your last."

The ground vanished out from underneath Mikumo.

Wind and rain whipped around Mikumo as he fell towards the ground. Activating his repulsor soles, Mikumo slowed himself, hitting the surface of the road hard enough to crack it.

Mikumo looked around himself, the rain obscuring his vision. "Hagakure, are you here?"

No reply.

"Hagakure!"

"She isn't here."

Mikumo turned, activating the enhanced sight of his visor to see through the torrential rain. A man in his twenties stood in the middle of the road, his long, white hair tied back.

"Mr. Aizawa?"

The man snorted. "Not exactly, my name is Sangata."

"How do you look like him?"

Sangata shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said Eraserhead started very early?"

Mikumo stared at Sangata, nonplussed.

Sangata rolled his neck. "Yeah, didn't think you would."

"You're with those villains, aren't you?" Mikumo questioned, watching the man warily. "The pale man."

"You mean the brat, Shigaraki." Sangata shrugged again. "Pretty much, father said I should."

"Father?"

Sangata's eyes narrowed, examining Mikumo.

"Our father, you know, All For One?"

"All For One?" Mikumo replied, confused. "My father?"

"Yeah, All For One's love child, one of the ones he didn't grow in a vat, lucky brat." Sangata paused. "I guess your mother never told you your father was the greatest supervillain the world has ever seen then, Izuku?"

Mikumo started. "I-Izuku?"

"Surprised I know your name, Izuku Midoriya?" Sangata smiled, the warmth never reaching his eyes. "I know a lot more as well, like the fact you were bullied as a child for being thought quirkless."

The dark-haired boy flinched, being reminded of his own childhood.

"Sucks, doesn't it." Sangata continued. "I know how it feels, I was quirkless too, the only one in my batch, the only one of the perfect clones of All For One to fail to manifest his quirk, or a variation thereof."

Mikumo let him talk, giving more time for help to hopefully arrive.

"Cloning is illegal, has been for over a century." Mikumo commented.

"And you think someone like All For One cares about the law?"

Mikumo frowned. "Good point."

Sangata smiled. "I've got plenty more where they came from. So where was I again?"

This guy is pretty air-headed for a maniacal villain.

Sangata pulled a set of cue cards out of a pocket, flipping through them. "Oh yeah, I remember now. I was created quirkless, but All For One recognised potential in me, in my mind, he gave me a quirk, made me strong. Reiteration, the ability to copy the quirk of anyone I can see, until I blink again."

Raising an eyebrow, Mikumo watched Sangata recite the pre-prepared speech, the casual disinterest clearly written on his face.

"It's a quirk similar to yours, but yours is so much more. The ability to copy the quirks of those you touch, you could copy All For One's quirk."

"You said it before, who the hell is All For One? And why would I care about his quirk?"

Sangata rolled his eyes at the interruption. "All For One, you know, The Merchant of Quirks? The First Demon?"

"That's just an urban legend."

And Mikumo didn't believe in legends.

"An urban legend that can give and take quirks at will. A quirk you can have as well, all you need to do is to copy it, you could be a god. Join us, Midoriya."

Mikumo sighed. "I'm not Midoriya."

Sangata looked taken aback. "What do you mean, you're not Midoriya? You look just like the picture, except the hair dye."

"Class 1-A is going to find this hilarious." Mikumo groaned. "I'm not Midoriya, we just look similar."

Sangata rolled his eyes. "Dammit, Kurogiri. So, considering your appearance you must be another of father's bastards, right?"

"Never met my parents."

"So, yeah, you are one of them." Sangata tucked the cue cards back into his pocket. "That's okay, that's okay, I'm sure father would like to have another of his children rejoin him."

Mikumo's eyes darkened. "He isn't my father, and I'll never join him or you. I am going to be a hero."

Sangata sighed. "Fine, another failure, remember at least make it interesting while I kill you."

Mikumo charged up the repulsors of his gauntlets, ready to fight. Sangata's eyes glowed red, his white hair floating around his head.

"Why can't I copy your quirk?"

Mikumo smiled. "Simple, because I don't have one."

Sangata looked put out. "Pity, I was looking forward to seeing what kind of crazy quirk you might have got from our father."

Igniting his repulsor soles, Mikumo launched a kick at Sangata, but found it passed through empty air. Tilting his head, Mikumo watched as Sangata threw a punch at the back of his head.

Firing the repulsor in the palm of his right hand, Mikumo twisted out of the way, flipping into the air and using a grapple to move out of Sangata's range.

"That suit won't save you." Sangata said, looking to where Mikumo stood. "I may not have a quirk I can copy, that doesn't mean Father didn't design this body to be stronger and faster than a normal person."

Sangata burst towards Mikumo at a near inhuman speed, his fist outstretched.

"That's where you're wrong. ASPECT, activate Accel Mode."

"Of course, pilot Yamikumo, may I recommend 15% power?"

"Do it."

Suddenly, Mikumo was a blur, bouncing from wall to wall with his repulsor soles, his speed dwarfing Sangata's.

"This suit isn't a crutch because I don't have a quirk." Mikumo delivered a kick to Sangata's chest, slamming him against a wall. "This suit is my quirk! I am Shatterproof!"

Shatterproof's speed increased, reduced to little more than a blur of orange, the lights from the repulsors forming it.

Two punches hit Sangata in quick succession, driving him to the ground.

"I'll never give up again!"

A final kick slammed into Sangata's crossed arms, twin cracks sounding before the villain was flung back the length of the road, tumbling over and over.

Coming to a halt, Sangata weakly struggled to climb to his feet, his arms hanging limply by his sides.

In a swish of air, Mikumo was holding Sangata in the air with one hand, his other formed in a fist.

"ASPECT, initialise capture scenario zero-zero-nine."

"Affirmative, pilot Yamikumo."

Driving his free fist into Sangata's chest, part of the gauntlet attached itself to the villain as he was slammed against the wall behind. Unfolding, the device spewed cable in every direction, snaking around Sangata's body and securing themselves to the wall.

"This won't hold me, Quirkless!"

Mikumo frowned. "No, it won't, but this will."

Electricity surged through the cables, originating from the device on the villain's chest.

Sangata cried out in pain and shock, before lapsing into unconsciousness.

Silence fell, broken only by Mikumo's heavy breathing.

Mikumo poked Sangata in the cheek, confirming he was out for the count.

"Oh, thank heavens."

Releasing a sigh, Mikumo collapsed to his knees, using Accel Mode had taken a serious toll on his stamina.

The computerised voice spoke again.

"Pilot Yamikumo, the internal monitoring systems are showing an elevated heart rate and breathing beyond what was expected, it appears Accel Mode requires some refinement."

Mikumo nodded, before realising his mistake. "Y-Yeah, it does. Run an analysis on the data once your connection to the main server is restored, the unit in the suit doesn't have the processing power for it."

"Of course, would you like me to guide you to where the tracker in Miss Hagakure's gauntlet is indicating?"

"Yeah." Mikumo took a deep breath, before forcing himself back to his feet. "That pale man could be on the hunt to dispose of her."

Following ASPECT's instructions, Mikumo trudged through the simulated wind and rain.

ASPECT had been his first invention, he'd known he wouldn't be able to handle all the complex processes a system like STHR would have manually. She was fairly rudimentary, capable of running the suit and simple pattern recognition, but Mikumo still considered the AI his greatest creation.

Although she had developed the habit of calling him that nickname all by herself.

"Ungrateful bitch!"

Mikumo tensed, he knew that tone of voice, he had heard whenever his old foster parents talked about or to him.

A slap echoed, Mikumo peered around the corner of a building, finding an empty street.

"I-I'm sorry."

Something in Mikumo's chest clenched.

That was Hagakure.

"You've been very bad, Toru." This voice was masculine, as opposed to the previous one which had been feminine.

"I-I b-be better, I promise."

The woman spoke again. "We are very disappointed in you, Toru. First you cut part of your hair, which you know you're not allowed to do, for stupid costume and now you refuse to join us."

"You owe us this." The man this time. "You belong to us, Toru. You will do as we say."

Mikumo's stomach sank as he made the realisation, remembering the interaction between Hagakure and the pale man the day before.

Hagakure was holding a folder, in front of her was a pale, blue-haired man, his voice monotone.

"I'm sure you parents will be glad to hear you made the right choice." The pale man scratched his neck, his dry skin flaking. "For their sake."

That man hadn't been threatening to hurt Hagakure's parents if she hadn't gotten that folder.

He had been threatening that Hagakure's parents would hurt her if she hadn't gotten that folder.

Hagakure's parents were villains, and they were forcing her to become one as well, against her will.

I'm sorry, Mikumo, without a quirk you just can't be a hero. Maybe you should think about policing instead?

Heroes can't be quirkless, you idiot!

Why don't just become a stupid villain, Akatani, everyone knows that's all quirkless losers are good for, so heroes can look good when they take you down in one hit.

Mikumo's feet moved before he could think, ASPECT activating the visor's thermal mode as he launched himself at Hagakure's father, the invisible man's hand coming down for another strike.

Hagakure closed her eyes, bracing herself for the coming slap.

It never came.

"You fucking brat!"

Opening her eyes, Hagakure took in the sight of Mikumo standing in front of her, his armour reflecting a simulated lightning bolt, fist outstretched.

"I'm sorry, Hagakure, I should have got here sooner." Mikumo looked back, shooting her a small smile.

"What hell do think you're doing, you stupid kid?"

Hagakure could see the translucent outline of her father, an outline that only other's with invisibility quirks could see, he was visibly vibrating with anger.

"This is a family matter."

Mikumo's face hardened, suddenly looking a lot older than fifteen. "You're not going to touch her, in fact, you're never going to touch her again."

Hagakure's mother spoke. "Toru, I order you to get away from that boy."

Hagakure looked down. "I-I don't want to."

"Don't want to?" Hagakure's father roared. "We are your parents, you will do as we say!"

Mikumo spoke before Hagakure could. "You know, I can't remember what my parents were like, I don't know what having parents is like."

Igniting his soles, Mikumo rocketed forwards.

"But I know this isn't it!"

A punch nailed Hagakure's father in the chest, an invisible look of shock on his equally invisible face.

"You can see us?" Hagakure's father wheezed, bent over, trying to suck the air back into his lungs.

Mikumo smirked, tapping his visor. "Thermal vision. Not bad for a quirkless kid, right?"

"Quirkless?" Hagakure's mother repeated. "Well then, it won't be hard to beat a useless child, even if he can see us."

"Quirkless, not useless." Mikumo said, his tone resolute. "There's a big difference."

Hagakure's parents didn't reply.

"Do you know what the difference is?" Mikumo paused. "The difference is, I'm going to beat you, without a quirk."

Hagakure watched in disbelief, until now she'd assumed Mikumo had some kind of intelligence or technopathy quirk.

"And more than that. I will be a hero, and a quirkless hero at that."

Hagakure's mother launched herself at Mikumo, only to find her arm gripped in the teen's hand. Mikumo pivoted and sent her flying with a throw, slamming her back down on the unforgiving concrete. Her invisibility failed, revealing a brown haired woman in her late thirties, dressed in a form-fitting red jumpsuit.

"Yoko!" Hagakure's father charged at Mikumo, only to find empty air.

Turning, Mikumo met Hagakure's father in a brutal melee, a series of punches and kicks thrown with increasing speed.

Yoko Hagakure coughed as she rolled over, her back a mass of pain, looking to her daughter.

"Help your father, dear, he cares about you in his own way." She coughed again. "All we do, we do it for you. A world without heroes, a world we can use our quirks freely, isn't that what you what?"

Hagakure curled in on herself. "I want to be a hero."

Her mother smiled. "You can be, you can be our hero, okay?"

Hagakure shakily got to her feet as her mother did the same.

Yoko Hagakure smiled as she took Hakagure's hand. "We can be together, a family Toru, happy and free."

Pausing, Hagakure shook as her mother brushed away her tears with her thumb, before reactivating her invisibility.

"You're my light, Toru, I'll be so proud of you."

Hagakure nodded, fresh tears replacing those that had been wiped away.

Toshiaki Hagakure grunted in pain as he was knocked away, hitting the ground hard enough to force the air out of his lungs.

Mikumo turned, seeing Hagakure and her mother ready to fight him.

"Hagakure, you don't have to do this." Mikumo pleaded, taking a step forward.

"I have to, I have to!" Hagakure shouted, unable to stop her tears. "What other choice do I have?"

"You have a choice, right here, right now." Mikumo said. "A choice between what is expected of you, and of what you know it is right to do."

"Idealistic brat." Hagakure's father grasped one of Mikumo's feet from where he lay. "Toru, now!"

Hagakure paused, before shakily nodding.

"Light Refraction!"

Hagakure's body suddenly flashed brightly, blinding Mikumo.

Stumbling back, Mikumo tripped, one of his legs still held in place. As he hit the ground, Mikumo heard a smashing sound, dreading what it meant.

Opening his eyes, Mikumo blinked rapidly as his sight slowly came back. His visor was smashed, blue plexiglass scattered on the road surface, one fragment buried below Mikumo's left eye.

Hagakure and her parents were gone, without his visor he couldn't see them.

A set of hands grabbed his arms, holding them behind his back with surprising strength.

"Excellent work, darling." Mikumo tilted his head at the sound of Toshiaki Hagakure's voice, the direction making it clear he wasn't the one restraining him.

"I knew that Super Move was ready, you need to stop doubting yourself so much, dear."

That was Hagakure's mother, the voice coming from behind him. So she was the one holding his arms in place then.

The sound of a knife being unsheathed reached Mikumo's ears, watching as a knife seemed to appear from thin air.

"Toru, it seems only fitting you should do the honors." The knife was held out, another invisible hand took it, this one shaking. "Your first kill to mark the start of your new life, your awakening."

Mikumo took a deep breath, before looking to where he now knew Hagakure was standing. "You don't need to do this. This isn't you."

Hagakure's hand shook more violently, taken aback by the way Mikumo was somehow able to look her in the eyes without being able to see her.

"How? How could you possibly know that?" Hagakure's voice was shaky. "You've only known me a day!"

Mikumo chuckled, without any mirth. "I grew up in a series of foster homes and orphanages, a quirkless freak everyone wished would just go away. Even the ones who pretended to be nice were just doing it to hurt me."

"So?"

"I learnt to read people pretty quickly, it didn't take me long to work out what kind of person you are." Mikumo gave a small smile. "You have a good heart, you care about people. I saw that yesterday, you made sure to pick a classroom out of the way, so that pale guy wouldn't decide to dust anyone he came across on the way."

The knife was shaking even more now, Hagakure was barely even holding it.

Mikumo's smile widened. "That's why I know, Hagakure."

"I know you can be a hero."

The knife clattered to the ground.

Mikumo felt something brush past his shoulder, before his arms were suddenly free, followed by the sound of two bodies hitting the road.

"Toru, you ungrateful bitch!"

Hagakure's father went to charge at his daughter, only to be stopped by Mikumo grabbing his leg, tripping him.

Yoko Hagakure's hand went to slap her daughter.

It never came.

Hagakure's grip tightened around her mother's wrist. "I won't be controlled by you two again."

"How dare you speak to me that way, I'm your-"

Toru struck her mother with the back of her hand.

"You're nothing to me! Not anymore!"

Yoko Hagakure recoiled.

"All my life you controlled me, you only allowed me to try out for U.A. to be a mole, a traitor!" Toru activated the repulsors in her glove, punching her mother hard enough to send her flying backwards. "From now on, I'll make my own path!"

Nearby, Mikumo stood in the middle of the road, slowly looking around himself.

He'd lost track of Hagakure's father, and now the invisible man was stalking him.

"Give up, Quirkless." Toshiaki Hagakure taunted. "I'll make your death painless, well I lie, it will be very painful, but that's besides the point."

Mikumo didn't reply, a punch suddenly struck him in the face, driving the plexiglass fragment deeper into his skin and sending him stumbling.

"Pathetic, without that fancy eyewear of yours you really are useless." Mikumo could hear the sneer in the man's voice. "Worthless. I'll kill you for twisting my daughter's mind. Actually, you know, I torture you first, then have her kill you. Then she can never be a hero."

Mikumo's fists clenched, before another punch came, this one to his gut.

The invisible man was playing with him. Arrogant, believing his invisibility made him invulnerable.

"And still you won't give up." Toshiaki Hagakure kicked the boy in the shin. "How can you fight what you can't see?"

Another blow struck Mikumo across the face.

Hagakure's father laughed. "Your eyes can deceive you."

A fist buried itself in Mikumo's gut, just below his chestplate.

How can you fight what you can't see?

Your eyes can deceive you.

Mikumo's demeanour suddenly changed, his posture relaxing, his eyes closing.

Hakagure's father snorted. "Idiot."

Launching a punch at the dark-haired boy's face, Toshiaki Hagakure cried out in shock as Mikumo knocked his arm to the side and delivered an open-palm strike to his chest, his eyes still closed.

"How the hell?" Hagakure's father slowly regained his balance, retreating away from the armoured boy.

Mikumo smirked. "All my life I've had people out for me, to punish me for daring to be quirkless. I guess I got pretty good at hearing threats before I could see them."

The invisible man changed his angle of attack, sending a kick at Mikumo's back.

Before it could land, Mikumo twisted it and caught it, holding it in place.

"You've hurt Hagakure, forced her to undermine her dream." Mikumo charged up his repulsors, before bringing his gauntlet-covered fist down.

Toshiaki Hagakure's leg snapped, making the man yell out in pain.

"ASPECT, capture scenario zero-zero-seven."

"Understood, pilot Yamikumo."

The grapple fired from the side of the chest armor, wrapping around the invisible man and restraining him.

"You'll never hurt her again." Mikumo stood tall over the captured villain.

"We'll see about that." Toshiaki drawled. "You may have won the battle, but you've already lost the war. All Might will die, hero society will fall, I will stand in it's ashe-"

Mikumo silenced the villain with a punch to the face, leaving him unconscious.

Turning, Mikumo prepared to go to help Hagakure.

"A-Akatani?"

Mikumo turned, Hagakure was wearing the boots and gloves of her normal costume again.

"H-Hi, are you okay?"

Hagakure's hands gathered into fists. "How can you be so nice to me?! I hurt you!"

Mikumo took a step forward, a soothing smile on his face. "It's okay."

"It's not, it can't be, I'm a villain, all of this is my fault." Hagakure's arms dropped to her sides. "I didn't want to get hurt again, so I did what my parents and Shigaraki told me to do."

Mikumo took Hagakure's hand, she pulled away.

"You're not a villain, a villain doesn't care about others like you do." Mikumo nodded reassuringly. "If this is your fault, then we'll set it right, together."

Mikumo held out an armoured hand.

Looking up, Hagakure hesitated, before slowly taking the hand offered to her.

"We'll face this together, okay?" Mikumo smiled. "You didn't have a choice before, that pale man would just have killed you if you'd refused to give him that folder, but right now, we'll stop them."

Hagakure nodded, finding her resolve.

"Then let's go."

"Together."

Setting off together, Mikumo and Hagakure quickly encountered their first crowd of villains, they looked like they'd been beaten once already.

The two teens made short work of them, the only one of villains, with a very minor shock absorption quirk, had posed any threat at all, forcing Mikumo to briefly use 5% Accel to overpower his resistance.

"The main plaza is this way." Mikumo boosted his strength and slammed into the main doors of the Downpour Zone, breaking them open.

"Stop right there."

Mikumo turned, Hagakure was being restrained by an equally invisible person.

"Sangata, you escaped." Mikumo looked to the empty air behind Hagakure's gloves and boots.

"I told you that you couldn't hold me." Sangata sneered. "Until now I was just doing as Father asked, but you've royally pissed me off."

The knife at Hagakure's throat tightened, threatening to cut.

"But I am feeling a little generous." Sangata faded back into view, he had blinked. "Give me the suit and all your plans, and I'll let little Toru live. Can't say I'll do the same for you."

"Why do you want the suit?"

"Simple, you proved today I'm pretty much useless when fighting a quirkless. With your suit I could level the playing field."

Hagakure called out. "Don't give it to him! We all have a choice, right, Akatani?"

Mikumo hesitated, his eyes drifting behind Sangata and Hagakure for a few seconds.

Sangata drew a few drops of blood. "I'll kill her."

"No, you won't." Hagakure fired her palm repulsor, tearing the glove covering it to shreds, directly in Sangata's groin area.

Sangata doubled over, dropping the knife and releasing Hagakure.

"Taste my spirit of vengeance, foul villain."

Tokoyami dropped from a building, Dark Shadow slamming into Sangata and pinning him to the ground.

"Are you okay, Hagakure?" Mikumo queried, approaching the invisible girl as Tokoyami and Koda restrained the quirk-copying villain.

Hagakure nodded, regaining her usual cheer and giving Mikumo a thumbs up. "Yeah, I'm a-ok."

Mikumo placed a hand on her transparent shoulder. "It's okay to not be okay, you know that, right?"

Hagakure paused, before speaking quietly, so only Mikumo could hear. "You're right, I'm not okay, but right now, I just have to be."

With a small smile, Mikumo replied. "Okay then. Then let's be okay for now."

Hagakure matched his expression, before turning to her classmates. "Thanks for the help, Tokoyami, Koda!"

"You are most welcome, Hagakure." Both Tokoyami and Dark Shadow bobbed their heads in acknowledgement.

Koda mumbled a response, too quiet for Mikumo to hear.

"We should return to the entrance, it is the logical place to meet." Tokoyami looked to his fellow teens, Dark Shadow picking up the unconscious Sangata.

Mikumo nodded. "Let's-"

A blast of wind suddenly tore through the area, forcing Mikumo to fire both his grapples into the ground and grab Hagakure's wrist to stop themselves from being blown away.

Koda crouched down, his bulk and frame allowing him to weather the blast, while Dark Shadow dropped Sangata to secure both Tokoyami and itself to one of the zone's main doors.

"What was that?" Hagakure questioned as the wind died down, landing on her feet.

Mikumo released his tethers, the wind had taken Sangata's motionless form with it. "I think that was-"

"IT'S FINE NOW! BECAUSE I AM HERE!"

"All Might!"

Ten Minutes Earlier

Toshinori cleared his throat awkwardly. "I didn't realise you would be coming today, Mirai."

"No point waiting around." Nighteye adjusted his glasses.

Toshinori noted his former partner was noticeably more muscular than he was the last time they had been face-to-face. Then again, Nighteye wasn't his sidekick anymore, as a Pro Hero is his own right he couldn't rely on the strength of others.

"You look, well." Toshinori offered a genial smile.

"You look like crap."

"Still straight to the point, aren't you, Mirai." Nedzu patted Nighteye on the knee.

"There's no point wasting time with niceties at times like this." Nighteye looked to Toshinori. "I want to do this and leave as quickly as possible."

Toshinori sighed. "Mirai-"

"Don't, Toshinori." Nighteye interrupted. "If we get into that argument we'll be here all day, and I'm not willing to spend anymore time with a man throwing his life away for any longer than I have to."

Nedzu dropped from the sofa. "I'll leave you two to talk."

Toshinori shot Nedzu a pleading look, hoping he would stay.

Nedzu left.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two men.

"Mirai, I understand you are upset I didn't pass One For All on to Young Togata."

"Upset? Absolutely not." Nighteye paused. "Disappointed? Very."

Toshinori sighed. "Mirai-"

"I recommended Mirio as your successor, a student I had been training for nearly a year at that time."

Toshinori sighed. "Mirai-"

"Instead, you chose a random, quirkless boy, with no physical training, off the street, without ever even bothering to meet Mirio."

"Mirai!" Toshinori's tone was clipped. "You said back then I should find a successor who embodies the same ideals as I do. I didn't choose Izuku Midoriya because I thought he could be like me."

Toshinori paused.

"I chose him because I know he can be better than me. Besides, Izuku is far from quirkless."

"Something that was only discovered after you had already passed One For All onto the boy." Nighteye sighed.

"That isn't the point, whether Izuku had a quirk or not is irrespective of why I chose him."

"His parentage is the point." Nighteye steeped his fingers, the annoyance clear on his face. "How did you manage to just so pick the son of All For One as your successor."

"I'll admit, I dismissed the idea of Izuku being the son of that man, despite the resemblance, for one reason. All For One would kill any quirkless child of his."

"But he isn't quirkless." Nighteye looked at Toshinori over the top of his glasses. "And now that is known, All For One will be coming for his son, to have him join him."

"Izuku would never become a villain, that's something I'm sure of. Just because he's the son of a villain doesn't mean he's destined to become one himself."

"All For One is a villain. He's the villain. The First Demon."

"That doesn't matter, Izuku has the heart of a hero."

"Well then, lead the way, I'll see if that's true. After all, that's why you asked me to come."

Toshinori stood, collecting his suit jacket.

"This way then."

Toshinori and Mirai set off side-by-side, heading for the USJ.

Just for a second, Toshinori could believe that they were All Might and Sir Nighteye, partners in crime-fighting.

But times change.

What has been done could not be undone.