Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. I guess I own the OCS? Maybe?

As the plane from I-Island arrived, All Might took a deep breath. Stretching into his full powered form, he walked outside to the runway. A part of him still couldn't believe that this was happening.

The door to the plane opened. All Might's smile widened when he saw his goddaughter Melissa Shield step out, looking around before she saw him. "Uncle Might!" she waved, a huge smile on her face.

All Might grinned, holding up his sign. "I've got a cab call for a David and Melissa Shield?"

His old friend, David Shield stepped out, blinking in the late afternoon sunlight, then looked at All Might. "All Might!"

The pair of them ran down the steps, Melissa jumping into All Might's arms and forcing him to drop the sign. "My god, Melissa! It's been a while since I've seen you, huh?"

"You're always busy, Uncle Might! I've been trying to get you on video call for a while."

All Might's smile slipped a bit at that. "Is that so? I'm sorry, but you know how the business can be."

In truth, he really didn't want her to see him at his weakest before. Mostly because he didn't want her to see the Symbol of Peace so defeated, and slightly because of a small amount of personal vanity.

She nodded somberly. "That's why I'm working on Support Gear in the first place - I want Heroes to be better!"

All Might smiled back. David had been nothing but proud of his daughter for going down the support route. That was one of his prouder moments as a father - the other one being the collective times that Melissa had stood up to a variety of bullies for her friends, whether they were expressing anti-heteromorphic sentiments or beating on those who couldn't fight back.

All Might had briefly thought about offering her One for All, especially since the story was that she'd moved on her own. But ultimately he had decided against it - after all, his goddaughter had made it clear to him that she was interested in creating support gear.

All Might turned to David. "How's things, Dave? The board told me you were working on something impressive."

David winced a bit. "Yeah, it's... it's really something. Classified, you know how it is."

All Might nodded as he continued, eyes shining. "I haven't quite finished it yet, but I think you'll be seriously impressed. I think it'll be a major help in your Hero work!"

All Might beamed. "David, I could never be disappointed in your work. Without you, I wouldn't be the hero I am today!"

David just laughed. "You always had a way with words, Toshi."

All Might smiled, "So, first I'll drop you off at Might Tower, then we'll go to where I'm currently living." He hesitated. "I'm... a bit closer to U.A. at this point. "

Melissa's eyes shone. "Wow! So you're really going through with teaching at U.A?"

All Might grinned, tapping his nose. "Of course I am! It just needs to be on the down-low. I've got enough paparazzi trying to follow me as is."

Melissa just giggled.

Nedzu checked over the photos again. One of the officers at the scene of Mastermind's latest crime had a photographing Quirk, allowing him to reproduce images from memory. He'd managed to get some shots of the robots before they had melted away into nothing, exposing their innards and wiring. "My, what an interesting villain you have to deal with, Tsukauchi."

Tsukauchi sighed, brushing his suit off. "I wasn't expecting a robot army. That's practically out of the comic books."

Nedzu shrugged. "Most of the world is at this point. And I wouldn't call ten robots with no observed weapons an army."

The being who might have been a bear, or a rat or a dog stood up and stretched. "Well, in any case we shouldn't dawdle any longer! All Might is expecting us at his place for dinner."

Tsukauchi paused. "Nedzu... is he really going to retire?"

Nedzu nodded. "From what he told me, he was planning to discuss his exact plans tonight. He hasn't turned down the teaching invitation I extended to him."

Tsukauchi sighed. "Somehow I can't see him doing that. But if he's serious..."

The guests arrived at All Might's house in Musutafu. It was a bit smaller than one might have expected. Just a simple townhouse with a front yard. All Might had dropped their bags off at Might Tower before taking them back to his place. Melissa looked around in awe. "It's a beautiful place, Uncle Might."

"Yeah, I wanted somewhere quieter than Tokyo."

The inside of the house was similarly neat and tidy, though that was more because he stubbornly tried to use his time as much as possible. The thought of sitting back when people needed help simply did not sit well with , he knew that sooner or later he would have to sit out of those situations, if only because he would finally be too weak to help.

The doorbell rang, All Might's head whipping over. "Ah, please excuse me."

He went over to the door and opened it. Sir Nighteye stood at the door, stiff and formal. Behind him, Young Mirio smiled in a neat polo and slacks combination. All Might smiled at the pair of them.

"I brought a bottle of wine," Nighteye's eyes bored into All Might's as he stiffly extended the libation.

All Might accepted it as Sir Nighteye came in, Mirio following. The young man smiled. "So this is where you're living, All Might? It's a nice place."

All Might nodded. "Well, I thought I should live somewhere a bit closer to U.A. since I'm planning to teach there."

Mirio's eyes widened at that. All Might just smiled. "Come. I'll introduce you to my old friend David."

Sir Nighteye nodded, "It'll be an honour to talk with him. However," and here his tone sharpened, "I hope you will be willing to discuss why you have changed your mind about passing One for All on."

Toshinori paused as he was about to show them through. "...Later, Mirai."

Sir Nighteye frowned, but let the matter slide.

Melissa P.O.V

Melissa looked at Sir Nighteye with wide eyes. Sir Nighteye was a figure that had been acknowledged worldwide - the sidekick to All Might! Her father had always said that he was technically All Might's sidekick before the Japanese hero, but always with a small smile on his face. Technically the world was correct - her dad had been All Might's roommate at college and had driven him around, operating as a sidekick without legal qualifications. The serious Sir Nighteye working with All Might had been a classic duo, until he had left All Might's agency.

Her father bowed politely to Sir Nighteye. "Sir Nighteye, it is a pleasure to meet you!"

The serious looking Hero bowed back deeply. "To meet the man who has designed All Might's costumes... the pleasure is all mine." His voice shook a little. "Without your tireless efforts, All Might wouldn't be as incredible as he is today."

Her father shook his head. "Ah, Toshi'd still be the Symbol of Peace even if I wasn't working on his costume. But you, Sir Nighteye, you got to work and fight alongside him! I did a bit of that in my college days."

Sir Nighteye looked at him with a refreshed gaze. "You did, didn't you? I'm curious as to how All Might did in that kind of environment."

Dad shrugged. "You know how it is with Toshi - one day, I kid you not, there were three cats up trees, a bank robbing and a mugging on our way to class. We ended up late that day."

Melissa smiled to herself. Stories like that about her dad and godfather - most of Dad's stories about Uncle Might tended to end with them being late for their lecture.

Sir Nighteye nodded solemnly. "Getting All Might to prioritise is nearly impossible."

Dad barked out a laugh. "Tell me about it. I love him, but something always came up, causing him to leap through a window to deal with whatever he saw."

Melissa smiled, turning to her godfather. "It sounds like my father and Sir are getting along just fine."

Uncle Might's smile winced a bit. "Do they have to talk about me like I'm irresponsible?"

"Well, you do foist your paperwork off on me."

Melissa turned to the tall man in a fedora as Uncle Might just sighed. "You don't have to put it like that," he grumbled before perking up slightly. "Ah, Melissa! This is Detective Tsukauchi. I met him a while ago - during the Villain Factory incident."

Melissa bowed politely, the detective returning the gesture. All Might had talked about that incident a few years ago over video chat. The emergence of Queen Bee, the Naruhata Vigilantes and then the Anonymous incident that had caused such destruction. "A pleasure to meet you, Tsukauchi-san."

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you miss!"

Melissa blinked, looking down slightly to meet...

"Principal Nedzu!" She gasped.

"Indeed! Am I a mouse, a dog or a bear?" The short being greeted her, bowing to her first, then All Might. "You didn't invite anybody else, did you Toshinori?"

Uncle Might shook his head ruefully."Ah, no, I did not. I tried to invite Star and Stripe but she's currently tied up with foiling a terrorist organisation."

Melissa's eyes widened. Just when she thought she couldn't be more surprised... "You - you know Star and Stripe?!"

In hindsight, she should have really picked up that Star and Stripe may have been a little influenced by Uncle Might when she'd seen her hairstyle.

Uncle Might grinned. "I have to say, when I got a call from the US' Number One saying that I'd saved her a long time ago, I was over the moon! She's a charming lady!"

Her dad smiled, before looking at Uncle Might. "This has been enjoyable, Toshinori. But I have to ask... why did you insist on calling us here?"

All Might blinked, before sighing. Well, there was no time like the present. He'd have to talk about it eventually.

"Let's sit down," he said, gesturing to the dining room. As his guests filed in, he steeled himself. This was just like talking to the press. Except these were his closest friends and family - excepting Chiyo, who had bowed out after an emergency, and Gran Torino...

All Might shuddered.

Best he didn't come.

All Might had chosen to have a Western-style meal. Hamburgers, steak, sausages with a wide variety of accompaniments. He grabbed his dinner - a slider with a side of coleslaw. Recovery Girl was going to give him hell for this, but he didn't care. "God, I missed you," he quietly muttered to the hamburger before taking it over to the table.

Sir Nighteye looked All Might in the eye. "While it has been nice to visit your house, I have to ask about the purpose of this event."

All Might nodded. "It's something that I had to realise." He looked at Melissa and sighed. "You tried to get me on video conferences before, right?"

As his goddaughter nodded, he sighed. "The reason is, well..." he let go of One for All, feeling his body shrivel back to its default state, iron in his mouth. Melissa stared at him, eyes wide and hands to her mouth. All Might smiled sheepishly. "I... never wanted you to see me like this."

"Uncle Might... what happened?"

Toshinori sighed, pulling his chair in. "It's a story I should have told you and your father a long time ago." He looked at David ruefully. "There's a few things I haven't disclosed about my Quirk to you."

He looked his best friend and goddaughter in the eye. "You know how I've always laughed it off and let people think it was just a regular strength enhancer? It's not." He gestured. "I've always acted like my strength was inborn, but the truth is that I wasn't born with this Quirk - it was passed down to me."

Silence for a few seconds. Then:

"What?"

Melissa looked at Toshinori like he'd grown a second head. "But - that's - how-"

Toshinori held up his hands. "The story of this Quirk goes back, to the very beginning of Quirks. During that tumultuous time, there was a villain, one terrible enough to earn the title of the Underworld's worst. His Quirk, All for One, allowed him to give and take the Quirks of others."

David stared. "That's... how could that work?"

Toshinori shrugged. "Not sure. Anyway, he was the Number One Villain of Post Quirk Japan. However, there were people who resisted, including his sickly brother. A brother who had no Quirk of his own yet still stood against him. I couldn't say whether it was pity or an attempt to control him, but All for One, for whatever reason, saw fit to give his brother a Quirk - a strength stockpiling Quirk."

He smiled. "Little did he know that the brother had a Quirk of his own - a Quirk that could only pass itself to others."

Melissa's eyes widened. "Uncle Might - you can't mean-"

"Indeed. The two Quirks merged, becoming... One for All!" Toshinori gripped his fist. "A Quirk that passed from hand to hand, building power as it went. It's a sacred torch of a Quirk, born from the worst villain the world has ever known."

He looked between them all. "Each bearer has cultivated the strength and passed it on. There have been seven users before me - I'm the eighth."

Nedzu nodded. "The Quirk is quite unique. I had to dig up quite a bit of information on them for Toshinori here." His black beady eyes locked onto Toshinori's. "I must assume that it has something to do with your request for guests."

Toshinori nodded. "This is what I wanted to talk about." He looked David in the eye.

David, for his part, looked struck. "Toshinori... why didn't you tell me about this?"

Toshinori looked down at his lap. "David, you had just had a child. I didn't want you to get involved."

David sat forwards. "Get involved with what?"

Toshinori looked down. "The bearers of One for All have fought All for One for just over a hundred years. Each one died fighting him - I was the latest in that fight. You'd just gotten married and had a child - my own teacher, she had to give up her children so that they would be safe from his machinations. I didn't want you to be a target."

David stared at him. "Be a target? Toshinori, what-"

Toshinori stood up. "You've never met the man," he stated firmly. "The man is pure evil. He takes people, uses them, then discards them when they have given everything to him. He-"

The words got choked out of him.

Melissa watched as her Uncle went from nearly enraged to suddenly deflating almost as dramatically as when she'd seen him shrink down. "Uncle Might...?"

He sat back down, the energy drained from him. "He... he murdered my mentor."

Melissa could have sworn that the shadows grew darker as Uncle Might spoke, as if each word tired him beyond belief. "He - there was an ambush - she - she had already passed One for All to me. She stayed behind so that I could escape."

Melissa felt tears in her eyes. "Uncle Might..."

Uncle Might sat back up. "Please understand, David. Knowing about One for All would have painted a target on you and your family's back. I didn't want All for One to attack you." Her dad looked down at his hands.

"I'm your friend, Toshi! No matter what, I would have found some way to help!"

Uncle Might sighed. "I know. I just didn't want your family to get hurt because of me."

He steeled himself. "So I left the country, I got stronger myself. When I returned to Japan, I had one mission - to find All for One and bring him to justice." There was bitter satisfaction as he talked. "Sir Nighteye and I tore through his bases, cut his supply lines. Five years ago, I found him."

Melissa shuddered as Uncle Might continued talking. "The battle was long, and hard, but eventually, I dealt with him."

She gasped when Uncle Might pulled up his shirt, displaying a mass of scar tissue down his side. "This is what he left me. But for stopping his reign of terror, that is a small price to pay."

Sir Nighteye looked down. "I... I'm sorry that I couldn't do more for you in that fight."

Her godfather shook his head. "Without you I would still be searching for him." His tone grew more sombre. "But I won't deny that I incurred a heavy price."

He pulled his shirt down. "I lost a lung and my stomach. The doctors were able to stitch me back together but there was too much damage. Ever since, I've only been able to be a hero for a few hours every day." He shakily smiled. "But if you think I look bad, you should have seen what I did to him."

Melissa stared as Uncle Might coughed, blood coming from his mouth. "Uncle Might, have you - have you been coughing up blood all this time?"

Uncle Might looked sheepish. "Well, I-"

"That's incredibly irresponsible, Uncle Might! You've been bleeding out like this for five years?"

"It's - it's unavoidable-"

"You need to be more responsible for your health, Uncle Might! What if - what if you collapsed from blood loss somewhere?"

Uncle Might sighed. "Well, it seems like part of One for All is keeping up with it, at the very least."

He looked down. "But telling you about One for All wasn't the only reason I called you here."

Toshinori knew he could do this. All he had to do was say it.

He took a deep breath. "I'm planning to retire soon."

The reactions around the table were varied. Nedzu and Tsukauchi nodded - they had been some of the first to know, after all. Sir Nighteye and Mirio's eyes widened. "You... you're listening to my advice?"

Toshinori just nodded. Sir NIghteye sat back, a look of relief on his face. Mirio gave his mentor a supportive smile.

As for David...

"Toshi, I - what are you saying?" David looked Toshinori in the eyes, pleading. "There's - I'm not allowed to talk about it, but the project I'm working on? I'm designing it for you! It's nearly ready, and if it works then-"

"David."

David stopped when Toshinori met his gaze. Toshinori sighed. "I know you want to help, David. But it's something that I've heard already."

He took a drink of water, trying to wash out the bloody taste in his mouth. "I don't doubt that you would help me or make something that could."

"I am, Toshi! It will work! So why-"

"Because sooner or later, I am going to have to retire." Toshinori's words cut through David's like a knife, leaving the other man frozen. "David... I'm missing my stomach and a lung. I can still use One for All, but my time limit will eventually shrink to nothing."

David went to argue, only for Melissa to tug on his arm.

She looked him in the eye, expression resolute. "Uncle Might, you really mean to retire?"

Toshinoroi nodded. "Well, of course. Japan is currently at peace. There's no major threats on the horizon. And with All for One dead, then One for All can quietly fade away."

Mirio could feel Sir wanting to interject. He knew that Sir wanted to ask All Might about the reason why he didn't want to pass One for All to him.

In truth, Mirio's feeling about being the successor were mostly positive, but he still had his reservations. Being chosen to be the Symbol of Peace was incredible! And having the strength of All Might, well, who wouldn't want to have that? But at the same time, he didn't want to take All Might's Quirk from him - that wouldn't be fair. And with how much effort he had put into mastering his Quirk, he wanted to make it to the top solely with Permeation.

Sir Nighteye decided to talk. "Why are you planning to let One for All fade away? Wouldn't it make sense to pass it to a worthy heir?"

All Might winced. "It's a bit more complicated than-"

"Toshinori." Sir Nighteye looked down at his plate. "I-I can't imagine why you haven't chosen a successor - somebody to hold that power for the future." He looked up, glaring at All Might. "So please, tell me why."

Toshinori sighed. "I researched the past bearers of One for All. It took a reasonable amount of time - I had very little to go on. I had to ask my old teacher." He shuddered. "After that, I eventually found the Fourth bearer - he was the only one who hadn't died fighting All for One."

Nedzu snapped his fingers. "Ah, so that's why you had me hire people to investigate that grave, All Might!"

Tsukauchi nodded. 'And why you had me pore through fatality records of various Pro Heroes in the past."

All Might picked up his not-approved-for-his-diet slider. "I think he must have felt that he couldn't fight All for One by himself - he didn't have the strength. He cultivated this power for as long as he could, then he found the fifth bearer, passing One for All to him and, shortly after, he died of old age."

Sir Nighteye looked confused. "Toshinori, what does that have to do with-"

"He died of old age at forty."

Sir Nighteye's eyes widened. "What?" he breathed.

David mirrored his expression. "I - how can that happen?"

All Might took a bite of his small hamburger. "The autopsy said that his body had incurred a massive amount of cell damage - if not for carbon dating they would have thought he was a man over twice his age."

Nedzu and Tsukauchi nodded grimly. They'd seen the record themselves, though they hadn't fully appreciated the seriousness of it.

Mirio couldn't believe his ears. "That explains why you decided not to pass One for All to me," he breathed. It was one thing to be ready to die for others but quite another to only have until forty to live.

Melissa looked All Might in the eye. "But Uncle Might, you're-"

All Might coughed. "Please don't remind me of how old I am, Melissa."

Melissa sighed. "You're, well, over forty." She looked him in the eye. "So why aren't you suffering these effects?"

All Might looked down for a moment. "This is just a theory, you understand. But I think that the reason why I haven't suffered this effect... is that they had something I don't."

Mirio leaned forwards, Melissa doing toe same. "What was different about you, All Might?" Mirio asked.

All Might smiled grimly. "Well, they all had Quirks of their own to begin with. I didn't."

Melissa stared, gobsmacked. Mirio boggled as well. Of all the reason why All Might had lived beyond his predecessor, this was not the one he had predicted - his personal bet was something like his height or a difference in diet. David mirrored his daughter, while Sir had nearly choked on his drink. Even Tsukauchi looked like he'd been hit in the face.

Nedzu took a long drink of tea. "Ah, humans. So predictable." The mouse-bear-dog grinned, looking All Might in the eye while the adults in the room managed to recover from this shocking revelation. Sir managed to hastily put his facade back together, trying to recover his dignity.

Melissa was the first to speak, looking at All Might with wide eyes. "Uncle Might... you were Quirkless?"

With a rather sheepish grin, "It was, well, kind of important that I present as a 'Natural-born' Quirk user. Mostly to try and throw off All for One until I was strong enough to beat him."

Melissa nodded, shakily. "If it wasn't you telling me this, I wouldn't have believe it..."

Nedzu cheerfully picked up a piece of cheese on his plate. "I've already been talking with All Might about the future. He's planning to officially announce his retirement from active hero work when the school year starts. Give people time to acclimate to not having All Might around." He then began gnawing away at the cheese at machinegun speed.

All Might simply shrugged. "It'll be hard to adjust but I'm confident that this is the right decision."

Melissa just gave him a sad smile. "I'm going to miss you from active hero work, Uncle Might."

David mirrored her expression, before a thoughtful look crossed his face. "It would be interesting to find All for One's body. See what we could learn about his Quirk from an autopsy."

All Might paused slightly, before he let out a bitter laugh. "Having him be experimented on... that would be a fitting fate. Digging him up shouldn't be too big of an issue. The government probably secured his body - it was right next to mine, after all." He paused to take a sip of water.

Sir Nighteye looked at him oddly. "There wasn't a body next to you."

All Might choked on his water, causing both David Shield and Sir Nighteye to leap up and attempt to clear his airways. Nedzu's gnawing stopped.

All Might managed to recover, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "I-when I recovered, I didn't see the body..." He looked Nedzu in the eye. "When you were digging for those records, did you see if they recovered it?"

Nedzu shook his head, a frown on his face. Mirio had a bad feeling about this, but he wanted to double check. "All Might... are you saying that you didn't see the body after you collapsed?"

"I felt that somebody must have secured the body - I was in no condition to after my fight with him." He looked Sir in the eye. "Mirai, please, tell me we got the body," he begged.

Sir Nighteye shook his head. "When you were in hospital... I searched the battlefield. Nothing. I-I assumed that he'd been blown to smithereens by your final Smash! There was blood everywhere!"

Nedzu set his cheese down. "Oh, dear. I'm afraid to admit that... I've never thought of this as a possibility."

Tsukauchi was already on the phone, making calls, trying to get a different answer for the question they were all asking themselves.

Now, Mirio had been training his prediction abilities for a long time now. His instincts were top notch, better than most Pro Heroes. One look at All Might's face in that moment told him everything. "Mirio, Melissa." His emaciated hand gripped the wooden table in a vice-like grip, pupils shrunken to pinpricks. "Could you step outside for a moment please." Mirio saw the wood of the table start to splinter in his grip.

Quickly, Melissa and Mirio left the room.

Just as the door closed, he saw All Might stand up, taking a deep breath, the other adults in the room suddenly taking note and backing away themselves. Mirio doubled his speed, Melissa following only a second behind him.

"FU-"

The house rattled with the force of the exclamation.

Once he'd made his feelings appropriately clear, Toshinori flopped back into his chair, staring moodily at his half-eaten slider. The other Heroes and Tsukauchi sat in silence, David looking worried for his friend. Melissa and Young Mirio came back, expressions shocked.

A bitter laugh passed his lips. "I really, truly, wanted to retire," Toshinori sighed, picking up his slider. He bit into it, savouring the illegal burger.

Sir Nighteye shook his head. "The body may just have been destroyed-"

"Supervillain 101!" Toshinori slapped the table. "Never assume the Joker is dead unless you have the body! He'll be out there somewhere!"

Sir Nighteye winced but didn't press the point. Next to him, David looked despondent. "Maybe that idea I'm working on wasn't so good after all," he muttered.

Nedzu shook his head. "To think I never thought he could have survived. Bias creeps in no matter what."

Sir Nighteye glared at Toshinori. "All Might, please tell me you're still going to retire," he begged.

Toshinori had never felt more tired. "He may still be out there. I... I can't retire now."

Sir Nighteye glared at him. "What are you talking about? Do you not care for your own-"

"I do, Mirai!" Sir Nighteye stopped as Toshinori continued. "I do. But it was my duty to make sure that All for One faced justice for his crimes. If he is truly out there... I'll finish him myself."

Melissa looked Toshinori in the eye. "So, what are we going to do?"

Toshinori ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I've got to cancel my retirement plans -" what Melissa had said went through his mind, crashing his train of thought. "Wait, 'we'?"

Melissa nodded, eyes blazing. "Uncle Might, I want to help with this."

David shook his head frantically. "Melissa, it's too dangerous-"

"I don't care about the danger!"

Toshinori and David stopped as Melissa practically shouted. She composed herself. "Uncle Might, I'm not just going to sit back and ignore you! Not if there's a chance I could help!"

"I just want to keep you safe-" Toshinori pleaded.

"I'll help you even if you don't want me to, Uncle Might!"

Toshinori looked his niece in the eye, saw a fire blazing away as she continued. "It doesn't matter if I don't have a Quirk! I'll help you in any way that I can! Because you told me, Uncle Might, that Heroes always put their noses where they aren't wanted!"

She blinked back tears, grabbing Toshinori in a hug. "So let me be your Hero. Please."

Toshinori's mind raced. Unbidden, he remembered his first meeting with Nana.

Do you think I could be a hero?

Beside her, Mirio nodded, his smile beaming brighter than ever. "That's right, All Might! If All for One comes back, we'll be there to fight him together!"

Sir Nighteye's frown seemed to deepen. "I don't agree with you going back on your declaration to retire..." a slight smile graced his lips as he looked All Might in the eye, "but I will help you find him if he is still out there."

"Same here!" Nedzu chirped, a smile back on his face. "The greatest villain in Japan's history alive? It's an insult to my intelligence to just let him go!"

David pushed his glasses up. "I'm no good in a fight, but whatever support you need, I'll always give it, Toshi."

Tsukauchi clapped Toshinori on the back. "I'll help you in any way you see fit, Toshinori. You know that."

Toshinori's eyes watered. "Everybody..."

Melissa smiled. "You're not alone in this, Uncle Might."

Toshinori hadn't felt like this since Nana had told him he could be a hero. "Melissa..." he breathed. He knew what he was going to say next was irresponsible, but he had a feeling in his gut that this was the right choice.

Was this what Nana had felt, all those years ago?

"Melissa... would you accept One for All?"

AN: I hope people enjoyed this!

Did you think All Might would retire sensibly? No, probably not. At least Melissa will take it. Considering she was keeping up with Pro Hero students even as a scientist, I'd say she'd need less training than Izuku.

Next time, in Villain Notebook: The League of Supervillains will appear again!