Toshinori's blonde brows furrowed and his blue eyes seemed to glow in anger as he looked at his nemesis, the greatest evil in Japan- the one who murdered his master.

This man right in front of him is responsible for countless lives being lost and ruined. He is responsible for so much suffering in the almost two centuries he has lived- but now, he has the gall to suddenly sit in front of Toshinori and tell him that he just wants to be with his family?

After all the crimes and atrocities he'd committed, does he honestly believe that he- he'd just get to have this?! That he deserves to have this?!

Toshinori grimaced and his hands curled tightly into fists as he glared daggers at Hisashi. The latter however, just remained silent and unfazed as he looked straight back at the hero.

It was at that moment that the female server had came back to bring the two men the initial part of their orders.

The female server was initially absolutely hesitant to even come near the table at first after feeling the pressure and tension between the two men even from meters away, but she had to push on and she placed the two cups of water, one with a lid on, onto the men's table, all while trying to hide her hands' trembling.

Toshinori. Hisashi's voice suddenly rung inside the Pro Hero's head, making him grimace and glare daggers even more at the white-haired man.

Get out of my head, All for One! Toshinori hissed in his mind.

Hisashi just blankly looked at the seventh successor of his younger brother's Quirk before letting out a slightly disappointed sigh.

You're scaring the waitress. Hisashi briefly told Toshinori before turning towards the young server and apologizing with a gentle smile and a slight chuckle, "Did we scare you? I'm really sorry. It's been a while since my friend and I saw each other so we're catching up."

"N-n-n-n-n-n-no-o p-p-p-p-p-rob-l-l-l-lem, s-s-s-sir-s. G-g-g-g-g-gla-ahad t-t-to he-l-l-p-!" The waitress tried to talk as she forced herself to wear her customer service smile, then still with trembling hands, she placed the plate full of cookies with a lid on the table.

"Y-y-y-y-y-yo-your-r-r-r c-c-c-cof-f-f-fee-e-e-e w-w-w-w-wi-ll-l-l-l b-be-be-e b-b-br-brought-t-t-t s-s-s-s-s-soon-n-n-!" The waitress added, then she immediately ran away-excused herself from the two men's table.

Hisashi stifled the urge to laugh at her reaction in his concern that this would simply anger the foolish Pro Hero seated across him even more, and he could only just sigh mentally to himself.

He also took a peek at the other patrons of the cafe, and he noticed that their presence was greatly souring the people's experience of the place.

My, my. This won't do. Hisashi could only think to himself, I hope this doesn't end up making too much problems for Inko.

Hisashi then looked back at Toshinori and through his mind reading Quirk, he was able to quickly tell that this conversation really can't be salvaged anymore.

Hisashi thought about ending their conversation short that day and sending Toshinori on his way with the intention of maybe continuing the discussion some other time when the Pro Hero has calmed down, but before he could, he heard a heartmelting statement from the mind of none other than the small child in his arms.

I can smell Mom's food... The small child thought as he slowly awakened.

The child slowly opened his eyes to reveal bright green irises, and as he raised his head, he looked around while rubbing one of his eyes with his rolled up fist.

"Oh... we're at a cafe... I thought mom was making food at home..." The child mumbled before turning his head back towards his father's torso and burying his face onto his dad's shirt.

"Izuku? Are you still tired?" Hisashi asked his son as he began brushing the back of the child's head with his fingers.

Still with his face buried in his dad's shirt, the child began shaking his head and answered with a groggy voice, "No... I'm fully awake already..."

Hisashi then heard his son yawn, causing him to chuckle slightly.

"I ordered your usual cookies. Do you want them?" Hisashi asked his son, to which Izuku nodded his head, still with his face buried in Hisashi's shirt, of course.

With that confirmation, Hisashi finally set Izuku down to his own seat beside him before sliding over the plate full of cookies to the child's front.

The cookies from this chain of cafès were fairly big, usually 3 inches in diameters, as a result, it took the slightly groggy child to eat even just one cookie. Hisashi then slid the cup of water for Izuku and reminded him to drink too.

The child drank down almost half of the water on the cup before wiping his face with the back of his hand and reaching out for another cookie.

This whole time Toshinori had just remained silent and seated, having no idea what to do when All for One's young son awakened. It was obvious that All for One's family has no idea of their patriarch's history so Toshinori was conflicted on how he should behave with the little one awake and aware.

Should he continue to approach aggressively like he has till now, or act in good faith for the sake of the child?

Izuku, meanwhile, had mostly been nonchalantly nibbling at his second cookie up to now. He was still a little groggy so he wasn't as aware of his surroundings as he would usually be. Not to mention, he was with his dad so he wasn't really worried.

But as he was about to take another small bite at his cookie, the little greenet seem to freeze as his eyes widened. The small child's sleepy eyes slowly fully awakened and sparkled as they met with the bright blue eyes of the man sitting opposite him and his dad.

The small child seemed to gasp in surprise, and in an excited whisper, he seemed to beam even more, "All Might?"

Toshinori was surprised and taken aback by the child's reaction, and even slightly more by the fact that the child immediately recognized him. One would think a villain's child couldn't care less about heroes if they never knew of their parent's history with them, or would at least be conditioned to never care about them.

But there was All for One's kid, acting like how Toshinori has seen most child fans react when they meet or recognize him, star-struck and beaming with excitement.

...only then did Toshinori finally notice the child's shirt.

It was a red, white, and blue shirt and had a stylized and attention-grabbing face of a famous pro hero slapped in the middle of it.

And who that famous pro hero is, Toshinori definitely couldn't not recognize immediately.

That pro hero... it-it was him.

Toshinori was speechless. All for One's kid, this kid in front of him was beaming with utter excitement upon seeing him and was even wearing a shirt of him.

There was no doubt that All for One would never buy a shirt of him to give to his children- Toshinori knows very well that the villain hates him as much as he does him, after all.

It's possible that his wife bought it for the child instead, and it's also possible that it's just pure coincidence that the kid was wearing that specific shirt the day he meets All for One again after nearly a decade, but...

But considering the child's reaction, he could somehow sense that it's not just a coincidence.

The child's intense excitement and that shirt seem to just be pointing at one answer.

Toshinori slowly looked over to the child's father to ask telepathically, but even before he could actually ask, the expression on the man's face already managed to confirm Toshinori's suspicion.

Hisashi was smiling warmly and gently, but Toshinori could tell that it was forced. Toshinori could read the irritation and weariness behind it.

Then finally, Toshinori decided to ask the question,All for One, is your son... does he happen to be a fan of mine...?

Hisashi's facade seemed to crack a little at the question, and a sense of annoyance and bitterness seemed to seep into the one word answer he gave to the pro hero.

Unfortunately.