AN: I don't own my hero academia

Why not use me?

"It's good to see you doing well, sir." Fat Gum cheered as he handed a cardboard cup of tea to his old teacher. Despite already conscious the doctors advised to keep them back for a couple more days.

With a nod, Arata accepted the cup. "I apologise. I must have worried you," he said. His voice deepened. The tone was calm and slow-paced. As if he carefully selected his words before letting them out. An almost deadpan way of speaking, yet held a firm amount of power. His eyes blankly stared at the steam that danced over the cup before taking a quick sip. The warm liquid relieved his vocal cords. Although being free of his past forced high-pitched voice also helped. Then he noticed the pair of eyes on him. "Something wrong?"

Monika shook her head. "No, it's just that when those kids talked about you. I have thought they were talking about Mr Sai." She explained with a laugh. "The blonde hair was weird."

He let out a short chuckle in return. Thinking back to the trying act he played. He wondered how his beloved kept up the energy. "I suppose it was rather silly, but I feel better now."

"You don't think you've forgotten anything?"

The question made him think. He scanned through his memories blanks and couldn't find any glaring blanks. "If so, I doubt it was anything important."

"If you say so, sir."

The little chat went on as the students gave an update of their lives. Like the good old days, their teacher would simply listen. Absorbing every word as if they were precious. Although their time together was short compared to that of his beloved, they were still good memories. Ones he'd like to keep. But all good things must come to an end. "Well, we should get going. Monika and I are on another case together."

With a thematical spin, while flicking her crab claw pigtails, the woman proudly announced, "I'll be acting as Maire. An up-and-coming pageant girl from overseas." The old students said their goodbyes.

Arata watched them walk away but there was still one last thing he had to say. "Toyomitsu." The rounded hero turned at the call of his last name. Curiously wondering what their old teacher had to say. "I don't think I thanked you for back then," he said calmly remembering the day of his fall. There was only one reason why he was able to say this. "If you hadn't caught me back then. That would have been an end to my story. You have my thanks."

Fat Gum was taken back. Words failed him for a moment as he was forced to think back. He was invited back to Shiketsu as a special guest. He had a lot of work backed up so he wasn't sure if he could have made it. Luckily, he came at the nick of time. "No problem, sensei. Just doing my job as a hero," he replied with a bright smile and teary eyes.

His friend notice and rubbed a confronting hand at their back. She then gave her sensei a happy salute. "We'll see you at the reunion, ok?"

Arata waved them goodbye with a kind blank expression. The two of them grew up from what he lasted remembered. Kaniyashiki was the runt of the class. Average grades and below average in practical. He quickly caught on the likelihood of her making it in the hero industry was slim. Luckily, she found her wings in police work. Then there was Toyomitsu. He used to get picked on often because of his quirk needing body fat forcing him to look unconventionally pleasing. Often given crude and uncreative nicknames like fatty and such. Now he uses to the maximin with pride. As their teacher, he was glad they were doing well.

Just then there was another knock at his door. It was late for visiting hours and Arata didn't know who it could be. Enji said he would be too busy. Something about a known thief that had been causing trouble. The boys were supposed to be at the agency with a couple of sidekicks playing part-time nannies. So, he wasn't expecting any visitors. Let alone…this one.

"Hello." All Might called out almost nervously. He peeked past the door too scared to go through it.

The second Arata saw those blonde antenna hair tips, his eyes sharpened darkly. They glowed menacingly. How dare this hero show themselves here.

Slam!

All Might, who was still wedged between the door and its frame, could feel his bones cracking. The pressure on his spine was the worst of it. Since the door edge was directly on it. "I see you remember me," he managed wheezed out while being slowly crushed by a door. Soon there was a loud snap as most of the pressure gave way. The door snapped in half. Silence was placed between them, as All Might distracted himself by desperately trying to put the door back in place. It ended in failure when one half of the door slanted in an odd position. On the bright side, it was still standing. "I'll pay for that."

Arata said nothing as the hero made their way to his bedside.

"So how are you?"

Refusing to respond, Arata turned away. Choosing to completely ignore the hero.

Knowing he was getting nowhere, All Might cut to the chase, "I'm sorry for what happened to your husband." It was like ripping off a Band-Aid he was too scared to take off. It stung saying these words. More so since they were so late. He hated the fact that they were late. If he had known, he would have said so sooner. If he had looked back, he might not need to say them at all.

With a click of his tongue, Arata hissed, "you'd think I'll accept that."

"No," All Might hastily admitted. He never expected to be forgiven. "To be frank I rather you didn't. It would feel wrong otherwise." Silence once again came between the two. Like a wall preventing them from getting any closer. Once again, the hero cracked it, "about Tenko. I was thinking…maybe it would be better if you take him. As you said I don't really have the time to take care of a child. I don't even know where to begin. I just thought…"

The hero struggled to find the words. Since he was young, he always wanted to save as many people as he could. No matter who they are, or where, so long as they say, 'save me'. He would be there. However, this case was special. "He's my mentor's grandson. I couldn't do anything for her when she was alive. I couldn't be her hero." He bit his tears back. Despite everything she did for him, he couldn't help her in her final moments. It frustrated him to his core. She was there in his reach, but he couldn't save her. "I thought maybe I could be there for her next of kin. Does that make me selfish?"

"Yes," Arata answered plainly. "Although I question if I am any better." Thinking back to the day he first saw that frightened child. How their eyes looked empty. Even fearful. "The moment I saw him I saw a bit of myself. I felt something. I imagine it was the same feeling that Sai had when he saw me. I wanted to understand it more, so I got close to the child." The urge to save wasn't a natural one for him. The expectation to save was forced on him to the point it became meaningless. But he imagined it would be similar to how he felt when saw that child. Then the tugging needs to hold them and say everything will be ok. It was a warm feeling. One that he liked. "He's a very sweet boy. That's why I'm afraid."

A smile soon faded as Arata curled in on himself. Clawing the side of his arms in frustration. "I don't have the confidence to take care of that boy. Let alone the finances. My current employment with Enji allows me to handle my own financial needs. I'm unsure if they can handle a second body," he knew this deep down. It's one of the main reasons he's been hesitating. Taking care of a child was going to be hard work and an expensive investment. Two things he wasn't quite sure if he could manage. "I'm unprepared, and I rather not rely on Enji and the boys. They've already done so much. Too much in fact. I can't ask for more."

The two men were at an impasse. Either of them felt ready for the challenge. Both lacked confidence, one lacked funds, the other time. Alone they couldn't be fit for the task. But what If they weren't alone. That was when the crazy thought came to All Might's mind. "Then why not use me?"

Confusion couldn't even begin to describe Arata's expression. He stared at the hero as if he had two heads. Maybe some extra eyes because what he was saying was complete nonsense. Use him? He didn't what to be near him.

"You said, you can't do this alone. I sure can't do this alone either." He explained leaning into the other's personal space. They did like it one bit. The urge to punch the hero's face was only stopped by sheer confusion. The hero wouldn't stop with the nonsense. "But I don't need to be. Not if I have you."

He didn't believe he could be more disgusted, but he was. Arata gave a beast-like growled before snapping back at the loon who claimed to be the number 1 hero. "Is this some sick way of asking a marriage proposal out of me? I whole heartily refused."

"No, no, no." All Might rejected. Even he wasn't that crazy. "I was thinking on the lines of a double adoption? Co-parenting? Whatever, we can iron out the legal things later."

"This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

"Or it could be great." He tried to oppose the man's prickly and gloomy nature with his own bright and welcoming one. Then he held out a hand to them. Smiling the whole time. "Two heads are better than one as they say."

A part of Arata wanted to crack the hero's skull open and throw it down a hole. That would be delightful. "The thought of spending more time with you, sickness me." However, the other side of him chewed on the idea. Weighted out the pros and the painful cons. As much as he hated to admit it; there was some foundation to the hare-brained idea. "But you do have the financial stability to take care of that boy. With your obnoxious charisma, I'm sure he'll grow on."

"And you know what you're doing. Plus, have more time on your hands than I do." All Might added on still holding his hand out.

Arata stared at the hand bitterly. He didn't want to take it. Stabbing it sounded much more enjoyable, but this was Tenko's future they were talking about. Enji made it clear he had no interest in officially keeping the boy. There was no certainty that they'll find a perfect family that to take him or even how long it could take. This spandex-wearing eyesore might be their only ticket to get a bright life. As the number 1 hero, they could open doors he would never dream of touching. All he needed to do was keep the fool in check, and make sure now of their foolishness rubs off on the impressionable child. The more he thought about it. The more it seemed doable. "If it's for his wellbeing and growth. I'll be a fool to not at least try."

For better or worst they both accepted the other's hand.

All Might couldn't be happier. "I should introduce myself properly." They exhaled a deep breath and then something strange happened. Their antenna like hair started to deflate. Dangling down to frame the side of their face. Speaking of their face, the shadows of their eyes disappeared. Clearly revealing the whites of their eyes as well as their sky-blue taint. They also looked oddly shorter. Maybe that was just because of the hair drooping down now but they almost looked completely different. "My name is Toshisnori Yagi and I swear you won't regret this."

The deal was set swiftly. With much legal acrobatics and pulling in many favours, the young Tenko Shimura was given two new guardians. Arata Darewell and Toshisnori Yagi. It was strange addressing the symbol of pace with their real name, but the documents needed it. Both men had equal rights to the young child and a co-parenting scheme was decided on. Even though the two weren't married, and never will be, they still managed to get it all sorted. Also helped that one of them was the biggest name known in Japan.

That's how we got here. In a luxury apartment decorated with balloons and confetti. It was a lavish area that looked big compared to the number one hero. The complete opposite to the Todoroki home with a more contemporary and American vibe. Pop-art paintings gave a splash of colour to the overall mute colours scheme. Browns, grey blues, black and a lot of white. Glass wall windows open to the veranda. It had a complete view of the city as the highest point of the building. Truly, something expected from the number 1 hero.

Now, what's a party without some guests? The list was kept small to not frighten the shy child of honour. The Todorokis were a must-have as Tenko's foster family and friends. All Might wanted to invite his one and only sidekick Sir Nighteye as the one who brought Tenko to his attention. But he said he was busy with a few lose paperwork and meetings. The hero felt a little bad since he had a strong suspicion that was his fault. Still, he had one guest to his name. Another mentor of his and a dear friend of his late mentor. An elderly hero by the name of Gran Torino.

The old man was currently having a lively conversation with the eldest Todoroki child and Tenko in the open space living room. He was proudly on top of the couch, that was oddly the same height as him, regaling his old hero adventures. Both boys were invested as they looked up at the old man in awe.

The rest of the guests were in the kitchen that was right next to the living room. With all the excitement and extra hero work, All Might forget the food. The utter shame he felt when he had to offer up some free snacks, he got from a civilian whose store he saved earlier that morning. Chocolates and cookies aren't exactly a filling meal. He offered to pay for takeout that was until the fire hero stopped him. The man burned a glare through his eyes and whispered: "if you dare feed my boys more junk food. I will burn that phone."

…so, take out was a no.

After that, Enji grumpily took over in the kitchen using whatever he could salvage from All Might's cupboards. He was thankful His rival had something to work with besides instant noodles. Although, he was disappointed to find many various packs of the rotten thing. There were other useable ingredients. It took all his self-control not to burn those noodles on sight after visiting Arata's apartment. He did accidentally burn one which confused the number one hero. If he had known what he had to go through that day, he would understand. Quickly, he got to work with two assistants by his side. His youngest son and the number one hero. They felt bad for not being able to provide so helping was the least they could do.

All Might was chopping some vegetables while glancing around the room. He could see the boys and his elder mentor laughing together. At the other end of his vision, he saw the flame hero instructing his son and different seasonings. It was a delightful sight on both ends. That and who knew the flame hero could cook and be militant in the kitchen. All that was missing was Arata. He wasn't sure where the man was. Only that he mentioned bringing one other guest. It might have been an excuse not to come and that wouldn't be surprising.

As the hero's mind wondered and got into a little accident. "Ah," he yelled as his knife slipped and cut the tip of his finger. The cut was deep as it bled out. He hurriedly found a tablecloth tightly wrapped the finger. Anything to stop the bleeding.

"Are you hurt?" Suddenly, Izuku popped his head up with a worried expression. He must have trotted over when the hero yelled.

"A small cut nothing to worry about." The hero said with a smile. It was only a small cut even if it was bleeding.

Still, Izuku didn't leave but instead gestured the hero down. Mildly curious, All Might crouched down to the child's level. The boy then carefully unravelled the wounded finger and gave it a big kiss. Taken back by the action, the hero pulled away, but it wasn't enough to get out of the boy's reach. With a smile, they gently patted the finger as if trying to stoke the pain away. "Fuyumi said that kisses make ouchy better." He said happily while digging into his pockets. "I also carry Band-Aids with me…" Izuku's works halted.

Then the boy did something that made the hero panic. They started to cry. Their big round eyes welp up with tears. They fell waterfalls. The child hiccupped with the saddest little whimpers. It looked like he saw someone kick a puppy. Or worst he was the puppy being kicked. All Might went in complete panic mode asking the child what was wrong. The child said nothing back and only cried harder, trying to rub his tears ways.

It was then the hero felt something. The sense of someone wanting to kill him. Hesitantly, he looked up. That was a mistake. His eyes locked up to the heated glare of Enji. It was darkened with a warning. The fact that he was holding a knife that was dripping with mysterious red liquid didn't help. The eyes said one thing: 'What did you do to my son and depending on your answer I may or may not use this very sharp thing in my hand.' All Might crumble from the pressure. He has seen the hero's anger before, but this was another level.

"Father!" Thankfully, Izuku saved the hero by clutching onto his father's legs. "I miss Fuyumi," he cried.

Instantly, Enji's face soften as he carefully put the knife away. He then hoisted his son in his arms and cuddled him close. "I'm sorry, Izuku. You know how it is." The two then began to argue with each other. Izuku said how it was unfair that their mom was keeping them from seeing each other and how much of a meanie she was. Enji took in all the child's frustration. Sadly, he didn't have the power to change the situation. No matter how much he urged his ex-wife to let the children see each other, in his update reports on Touya, all he got was a cold silence. He was unsure what his wife and other children were up to these days. He could only hope they were well.

Sensing the delicacy of the situation, All Might decided it was a good time to exit. It sounded like a conversion he shouldn't eavesdrop on. So, he returned to his chopping duties leaving the father and son be.

Back with Gran Torino and the older boys, the old man stood up on the softer edge. He then posed heroically as he finished his story. "And that's how Nana and I beat a ten-story lizard using a fire truck, peanut butter and a mailbox."

"Wow, your grandma sounded like one tough lady," Touya commented amazed while playfully poking his friend with his elbow.

With pink cheeks, Tenko grinned. A giddy warmth bloomed inside of him. All he ever knew of his grandmother was of her letters to his father and his father's rants. They were so contradicting. Her letters were filled with sorrow and apologies. Something his father never accepted, so he sorned her. Presenting her as some villain. She was far from that. "She's cooler than I imagined," he whispered. Secretly hoping one day he could be just as cool.

As time rolled by there was a ding at the door. Then a snap. The sound of squeaking hinges echoed as the door opened. There on the other side was the final guest of the party.

"Arata sensei. You're here." Izuku cheered as he waved his little arm above the counter. His happy expression soon morphed in confusion. "You look different."

Arata then strolled deeper into the apartment revealing his new look. He was still in a simple blue-grey suit, but it was a lot more casual. His blazer's buttons were undone, and it lacked a tie to complete the suit. Replacing it was his treasured golden locket. The scars that decorated his face also remained unhidden. Instead of a greeting smile, his expression was more monotone. It felt oddly natural. Much like his hair, which was now its natural dark blue hue. Tied up in his usual ponytail. Although his curled tips still held the blonde pigment it once had before. "I thought it would be good to go back to my natural colour." He said while running a couple of his fingers down the length of his hair. "Although, I couldn't get rid of the blonde completely."

There was one other notable change. "Did something happen to your voice?"

Before a word of explanation could come out of his mouth,

Whack!

A set of gasps were cried as Arata fell. Revealing a new and very annoyed face. "Would you quit dawdling? I'm not getting any younger." In a wheelchair sat an older man. His head was balding down along his forehead revealing wrinkle after wrinkle. Even his clothing screamed old with faded colours, a well-loved cardigan with patchworks and stitches. The remaining hair he had was touched by a dark silver. They were well slaved and kept short. Orderly, much like his gaze. A stern expression was held in his faded green eyes.

Eventually, Arata got up and dusted himself off. He then introduced his guest. "Everyone this is my grandfather-in-law. I informed him of the news, and he wanted to come with me. It took a lot of convincing to let him out of his nursing home but he's a very convincing man."

Said the man firmly snapped down his cane. It echoed a solid sound that made the others jump in attention. "Albert Darewell. Retired lieutenant of her majesty's Royal Air Force," he announced with pride as he saluted. His eyes scanned the group. They flashed with a light that brought shivers to whoever he looked at. Almost as if he could see right through them. Then he used his cane as a pointer and swept across the room. "Which one of you is it?"

Instantly, Tenko stiffened. He then grabbed the arm of the nearest person in his vicinity which happened to be Touya. Then he stuck on to his friend like glue. Shivering by their side. He could tell the man was looking for him and he wasn't fond of that. The old stranger didn't feel all too welcoming. That didn't stop them from homing in on him. The boy shivered when their eyes locked.

"You." He called as he beckoned the child over. They didn't want to go and leave the safety of his friend. After some convincing from said friend and a quick nod from Arata, Tenko fearfully walked over to the stranger. Once the child was closer enough, the old man hooked a bony finger under his chin. Bringing their faces closer together, more so their eyes. Albert's eyes beamed into the child's very soul making them twitch. Soon that sternness faded to kindness. Then a puppet suddenly appeared in front of their face, "You got an interesting pair of eyes. Seen some nasty stuff, boy?"

Tenko jumped at the puppet's sudden appearance.

It made the man chuckle. He carefully leaned the puppet closer to the child who curiously looked back. "Don't be scared it's just me. Puppers!" The puppet dances as well as it could be attached to an old man's hand before licking the child. "I'm just a happy, puppy puppet. I ain't gonna hurt ya. And this old coot can't even walk." The puppet then sneaked beside the child's ears to tell a very important secret. "He doesn't even have teeth."

That made Tenko chuckle more. He then started talking to the puppet with the older man in control. It seemed to instantly relax the child enough that they walked closer to them. Enough to let them pat their head. "You got a cute smile there, kid. You should show it off more."

"So, you approve?" Arata asked while leaning towards the old man.

In a snap, their expression changed. Zapped by a lightning of anger, the old man wrapped his arms around Arata's neck and placed him into a chokehold. Poor Puppers was sent flying but was caught by Tekno. Meanwhile, Arata started flailing around like a fish out of water. His eyes bulged out as his arms grabbed the old man's. No matter how hard he pushed he was stuck in place. "The kid is cute but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you!" Albert yelled while tightening his hold. "I haven't heard from you seen Sai's funeral. I thought you died! You could have at least called. Visited once. Heck, I would have accepted a note that said I'm still alive aside from envelopes of cash with nothing! What kind of grandson-in-law are you?"

The others watched this almost murder being performed in front of them. The life slowly drained from Arata's eyes as his face turned blue to white. It was hard to tell if he was breathing at all. Despite all that, after his initial shock, the other old man in the room started smiling. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something about the geezer that really tickled him. Something told him they'll get along great.

Before Albert could tear Arata's head off, he started to cough. It sounded painful and lasted for a good half a minute. Arata was quick and picked up a cup of water in his field of vision. He then floated it over to the old man, still coughing. Hastily, he whipped the evidence from his lips and drank down the cup. The cooling liquid cleared his throat. "I'm fine!" He yelled and thrust the cup back to Arata's chest with as much aggression as he showed before. "I may have one foot in the grave, but my arms in the living can still knock sense into you," he spat.

As a 95-year-old man, Albert's health has been on the decline for years. Previously, his sweet grandchild, whom he raised much like his own child, was the one by his bedside. Offering him care and company. How the old man longed for those olden days when his grandson would be there next to him telling him about his days throughout the week. They were always so punctual. He drilled that habit into them himself. Every Monday at 10:00 am sharp they were there with a basket and a smile. When they left this world Arata took responsibility for his grandfather-in-law's care. Financially at least. It would be better if they visited!

Albert continued to glare holes into his grandson-in-law as they swiftly backed away. In fear of being a subject to his rage. He might be old, but much like his chicken bone grandson, they can still knock you out. All the while, Gran Torino came strolling in to introduce himself. Perhaps there was an unwritten old man code since the two seemed to instantly get along. Complaining about youngsters and all. Apparently, he knew how the other felt since his own youngster, Toshisnori barely visited himself. After all he had done for the boy. Speaking of boys, the youngest ones slowly gather around the old men to quell their own curiosity. Leading the two old men relegating stories of the olden days. Captivating their young audience.

All Might watched from afar. Seeing the elderly duo get along so well unnerved him. A slight chill tickled his spine as he sidestepped over to Arata. He whispered a question: "Should we be afraid?"

"Very," Arata replied instantly while rubbing his sore neck.

The other attempted to keep the conversation going, "How are you feeling?"

It didn't go so well. "Why should you care?" Arata fired back coldly.

The hero shrunk down mildly defeated. "I just thought we should try to be friendly." Suddenly he felt something sharp against his neck.

Eyes glowing with aggression, Arata held up a sharpened napkin. It ever so grazed the tip of the hero's chin. "If I haven't made it clear. I hate you," he hissed with venom in his tone. "I'm doing this for Tenko. So don't get any stupid ideas." The napkin was then dropped transformed back to a harmless soft, paper napkin. Arata turned his back from the hero, walking further away. The distance between them was something that couldn't be fixed instantly.

"This is crazy," Enji growled while walking into the conversation. This was the first thing he thought of when he first heard of this more than awkward union. Two people with clearly bad blood between them were forced to come together for the sake of taking care of a child. A very delicate child at that. How they even managed to get that approved was beyond him.

"You said I should atone." The hero argued back. His eyes never left the back of the man who once again threatened his life. This was crazy, yet he felt it was necessary. He couldn't leave things as they were. Be unphased by the commissioners' words and carry on his duties as if nothing happened. Something did happen and he couldn't let that go. Not without at least trying to tape together the cracks he accidentally made. He watched the man carefully as they walked up to the child, they had guardianship over. A massive smile on their face as they hugged the boy from behind. The boy accepted the hug happily as h leapt into their arms laughing. It was a good sight. One he wanted to persevere. "I'm trying to do just that." His eyes then shift along with the group until they landed on their new elderly guest. An opportunity to do more.

When they found the time, All Might led the elderly wheelchair man to the balcony. Away from the loudness of the voices inside. The hero was thankful for the brief quiet as well as the man's silent willingness. He only asked for a private quick conversion. However, it was a little hard to say anything now that the moment arrived.

The two men ended up staring at the scenery. The horizon filled with skyscrapers reflected the sunlight. The silence between them was filled but the bustling of the cars below and the whined that whispered through the buildings. Soon, Albert made the first move since the hero was too nervous to do so. "What do I own the pleasure, Mr symbol of peace?"

All Might no longer hesitate and collapsed. Lowering himself to his knees and barely above the older man's wheelchair. He bowed his head firmly on the cold floor as he cried, "I'm sorry for what happened to your grandson. It was my fault." He then retold the events of that day. How he fought alone against a terrorist group. How he frantically searched and took out as many hostages as he could find. How he smashed his way to a crumbling basement to hear a faint cry for help. Then ignored it, foolishly thinking it was a figment of his imagination. It hurt. Admitting it all out loud. There was a fire burning in his throat with every word he said. The frustration that burned with them. He was a hero. The symbol of peace. Yet he failed and that frustrated him the most. It didn't matter if it was an accident. It was a weak excuse to ease his conscience. He was a hero, so he had to make this right a little. Even if it seemed impossible. He couldn't just ignore it and forget.

"Why are you bothering telling with now?" Albert asked almost calmly. "The past is the past as they say. When you get to my age. There's little point in thinking anything different. All you can do is focus on the present." He said these things, yet he could barely look at the bowing hero. The view was much more pleasing. His hands gave way to his internal emotions as they clenched tightly at the edges of his armrest. "I don't get why Sai choose that boy. Way too unstable if ask me. But that boy is family, and you don't abandon family." The tension in his hands faded as his eyes bubbled with an unexpected emotion. Sorrow. "I already did that once. Now I have to live with that regret."

Curiously, All Might wondered what the old war vet was thinking. Whatever it was it weighed on him heavily. A new quiet fell over the two men as the old-timer thought of the past. What could have been done? What should have been done? But time is a cruel mistress. It waits for no one and continues to move forward. Like it or not. It will march on taking you with it.

"Listen up Mr symbol. I've been in war long enough to know the eyes of a man ready to die. Since my boy's funeral, I've seen nothing but those eyes on Arata. They've tried to hide it from me, but I know he has tried to follow him on more than one occasion." Swiftly he took the cane attached to the side of his wheelchair and pointed it at her hero. The tip barely missing their nose. "But now he's got some life back. I'd like to keep it that way." Both his elderly eyes and tone were laced with warning.

All Might understood what the man was saying. This was not the act of forgiveness. Rather an expectation they were in trusting him with. "I understand." He exclaimed showing off his signature smile. "I'll do my best." Nothing can be done about the past, but in the present things can still be moulded to a better future.

Not far yet far enough, a man stood on top of a building. Using a composition of various quirks, he observed the newly from family joined by another. Curiosity tingled his brain as he focused on one individual. His grand plans have been foiled. By children no less. As embarrassing as that was, he couldn't help but be mildly amused by it all. It's rare for him to be caught off guard. So rare that when it happens, he couldn't stay mad for long. Especially with this curious development.

Although, he was partly to blame for this redirection of his original plan. It was so simple. Manipulate things in the background. A little lie here. A few guiding words there. All to create the perfect successor. One he could easily mould to fight his enemies. But now, things have changed. The original plan cannot be completely salvaged. Unless it goes through reconstruction. However, with this unexpected new development comes new possible opportunities. What interesting opportunities they could potentially become. That led to one question:

"How should I proceed?"

AN: You know I see the conversation All Might had with Gran Torino would go something like this:

Gran Torino: so, what you're telling me is you're going to be a sugar daddy.

All Might: What? No! it's nothing like that.

Gran Torino: sure. So, who's the lucky lady.

All Might: He and I are not like that!

Gran Torino: He? I didn't know you swing that way Toshisnori.

All Might: (covers his face and grumbles in embarrassment.)

Meanwhile,

Arata:… why do I feel like stabbing something.

Also, fun fact: Albert was created in a deleted scene from the last event. It was basically him giving Arata the shovel talk and criticising him for having no ambition. Which Arata argues he didn't need. He was perfectly content living a simple life with Sai and would do anything for him. I deleted it since it was getting so long and was only a minor scene, but I liked the guy enough to still want to write him. So, say hi to grandpa Al. This maybe the only time we see him outside of a couple of mentions but I had fun with him.

Away that's all and its time to say goodbye to Arata…mostly. While he'll always be around to play support, but this is the end of his story Arc as well as the first major Arc of the season. With it, it brought 2 of the 6 main recurring support characters: All Might and Tenko. It's time to move on to the next one.