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Izuku Midoriya woke up feeling like, for once in his life, the world made sense. Like some cosmic justice had finally been reading Izuku's mind and decided to do Izuku a solid for such a nice boy.

He practically glowed as he brushed his teeth, brushing just a little more thoroughly than he usually did just so the smile on his face was that much brighter. He picked the clothing he would wear to school, humming the scene from his favorite superhero movie as he did so. He ate an extra serving of breakfast that day, telling his mom how delicious her food was, and hugged her a little tighter before he made his way to school.

He greeted his neighbors just a little brighter than usual and asked how the bus driver's morning was before he sat down. He ensured he was even more polite than he usually was towards his teachers and classmates today.

Why?

Because for once in his life, he was right, and the world was wrong. Everyone who said boys couldn't be heroes and everyone who discouraged him was wrong!

Because yesterday afternoon, as Izuku was walking home from school, he saw a breaking news report about a massive villain attack. One so large that Izuku knew it would be talked about for years.

"You will believe a man can fly!" Izuku watched as the newscaster nearly shouted, her voice barely containing the shock and confusion her words had conveyed. But Izuku had been transfixed when he saw it. The thing he had been told was a scientific impossibility at that point.

Because Izuku saw a man with a quirk. Not just any quirk either, one that seemed to be one of the most, if not most, powerful quirks Izuku had ever seen in his life.

Izuku went to bed with a smile and a head full of dreams. Dreams of him growing up big and strong enough to be a hero!

"Hey, nerd!"

Izuku returned to reality at that moment, turning his head to see the frowning face of Kac-chan. The girl looked non too happy at the moment, flanked by the rest of her entourage of school girls. Her blonde hair was in pigtails today, a stark difference from her declaration that the hairstyle "looked stupid" when Izuku confessed to liking the hairstyle.

"Stop muttering!" the girl said, snapping her fingers and creating a spark of her explosion quirk to appear. The firecracker-like pop caused Izuku to bolt upwards, falling against the wall he had been standing near as Kac-chan walked past him." You make a better wall than a window nerd!"

"Yeah, you tell him, Kasumi!" one of Kac-chans' friends said, a rather unpleasant little girl with the ability to turn her hands into robotic claws. "Put that geek in his place!"

The rest of the girls laughed and chuckled to themselves. They were waiting for their defacto leader to play their elementary school's favorite pastime of making fun of the only boy in their school. A game that was so popular that Izuku had seen more than one of the teachers join in on the game before. Kac-chan didn't seem to be in the mood, only glaring at the girl who spoke before she entered the classroom.

Her subordinates followed soon after, each one of their faces indicating that they knew that their leader was not happy with them for whatever reason. The now silent children deading which one of them would face the brunt of Katsumis' annoyance.

Izuku picked himself off the ground, dusting his uniform as he did so. A part of Izuku thought, perhaps foolishly on his part, that once KAc-chan had seen the news of that man with a quirk, then she would have maybe laid off how she picked on him.

It hurt how his former best friend treated him now. They had been so close to one another since pre-school. But now? If Izuku was lucky, he was ignored. If he wasn't so fortunate? He didn't want to think about it...

He huffed, the thoughts leaving his head before he could think about it. If he kept it up, there would be no chance he could make it into class before the bell...

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

...Oh crap baskets

Izuku raced to his seat, stepping over the leg extended by one of his classmates to try and trip him as he rounded onto his desk. Just a few seconds later than the rest of his class. Izuku ignored the glare of his teacher as he sat down, the woman's face transforming into a bright and happy mask as she greeted the children of her class.

Izuku put his head on the desk, trying to make himself as small as possible. If he kept his head down, nothing too terrible would happen today, which meant the day would feel much shorter for the only boy in class.

"Hey, nerd!" The voice of Katsumi was whispered from behind him, a spitball bouncing off the back of his head to get his attention." You hear me, Deku?"

Izuku nodded, hoping the teacher couldn't hear them as she continued her lessons. He knew Kac-chan wouldn't get in trouble, at least. Still, their teacher looked especially annoyed this morning, so anything could happen.

"If that girl with those freaky claws says stuff like that to you again, tell me," Kac-chan whispered, her words coming out in short bursts of words as she waited for moments when their teacher wasn't paying attention. "You got that!"

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Kac-chan had made it abundantly clear that no one in their grade could openly pick on Izuku except for her. If anyone went against her wishes, they'd end up next on her shit list.

Izuku sank deeper into his chair, already not looking forward to their class's shared lunchtime period. When Kac-chan would do something to remind the rest of the school of the pecking order regarding who was and wasn't allowed to bully him. He just hopped nothing got stuck in his hair again. It had taken nearly forever to get all that gum the last time...

"Izuku!" their teacher shouted, her voice sounding shriller than it did when it was talking about the solar system." Why are you muttering to Katsumi and interrupting my class!"

"Oh no," Izuku thought to himself as he slowly realized that every pair of eyes in the class was now looking at him. Their mocking stares and cruel smiles, just waiting for him to say or do something new they could make fun of him about.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Izuku said, his voice skittish, as he stood up from his seat to apologize to the whole class." I didn't realize I was distracting..."

"You're always sorry, Deku!" Kac-chan responded, her voice returning to the same strength Izuku had always associated her with." Why do you even bother!"

The rest of their class followed suit, taking the chance Kac-chan had given them to laugh at Izukus' embarrassment. Even the teacher seemed to find it funny, considering she didn't move to stop any of her charges.

"What were you even muttering about?" another voice broke out, a girl with cat-like features smiling cruelly at him." Proppally something weird again!"

The class chuckled again, everyone except Kac-chan, who only stared blankly at the cat girl, the same look in her eyes Izuku had seen with the girl with the robot claws.

"Why yes, Midoriya." The teacher said the way she spoke his last name made Izuku uncomfortable, "Why don't you tell the rest of the class why you were interrupting their precious school time?"

Oh no."Izuku thought to himself, feeling Kac-chans' glare burning a hole in the back of his uniform. All the while, Izuku tried desperately to not have an anxiety attack.

He was silent as he weighed his options, finding only two that made much sense.

Either choice A.

He tells the truth, telling the teacher that Kac-chan spoke to him first, either getting the explosive user in trouble.

Or option B.

He takes all the blame and makes something up that seems plausible enough but not bad enough to have to be sent to the principal's office again.

"I was just saying that..." Izuku paused, staring back to the red eyes of the explosive blonde who sat behind her, the blush on her face almost as red as the one he felt on his own. "Katsumis' new haircut was very cute!"

Izuku expected a lot of things that could happen when he said that. He might have been told to sit down with a warning, the best scenario. He might have been told to see the principal for disrupting the class again, which is the most likely scenario.

Or he might have even been killed by an explosively angry Katsumi for getting her involved, the worst-case scenario.

He didn't expect the silence, only broken by one of the girls in the back of the class whispering to her friend about how she didn't even notice Katsum had a haircut.

Was he the only one who noticed Kac-chan had done something different to her hair?

"Well, do it quieter next time..." The teacher responded, taking back control of the class as Izuku sat back down at his desk. His red face made his entire head look like a strawberry as he once again tried to make himself as small as possible. The complete and utter embarrassment he had brought upon himself made him want to be anywhere but here.

All the while ignoring the red cheeks of the same girl who sat behind him. The blonde quietly scribbles their names all over her notebook instead of writing notes on the science lesson for the rest of the morning.

"We're gonna have to release him." The inspector's voice spoke through the haze of the cigarette smoke of the conference room, the smell of stale smoke and cold coffee making the lone heroine in the room bristle." If you're not gonna arrest him, there isn't much more we can do."

The Turbo heroine Gran Torino growled as she watched the lone figure in the interrogation room. The man's colossal form stared back at her as if he could see her through the two-way mirror. Of course, she knew he couldn't see her, but still, damn, did it feel like he could, especially now as the clock ticked down their time limit regarding their questioning.

Holding the man they had in custody for almost 24 hours without actually charging him for a crime was, Legally speaking, at least, highly suspect. In any other situation, Gran Torino would be the first to congratulate anyone who stepped in to help her fellow heroine.

But this wasn't like every other situation. Not by a long shot.

This man, an actual living and breathing man, had not just saved a heroine and stopped a villain. He had single handily saved the number one heroine and helped defeat a villain who had terrorized the world for almost 200 years. The fact that he did it all with a quirk that seemed to outclass every physical armament quirk on record wasn't even in the top ten things Gran needed to know about this guy before she was legally supposed to release him.

But the bastard was stubborn, almost knowing how Gran operated in interrogations better than she did, countering the moment Gran tried something new.

Even Tsukauchi, with her literal lie-detector quirk, couldn't get him to talk. So instead, the man just rattled off random facts that, while all true, were not helpful in their investigation. Gran was even debating getting a little more "hands-on" with other interrogation methods. It was hard to keep quiet with a broken hand, after all. But could she even do anything to the person who flattened the queen of evil with his bare hands?

Not Likely

"What's the latest reports of the area." Gran asked, her voice breaking through the room's silence as she continued looking through the two-way mirror. "what's the situation on the ground?"

"All civilians are accounted for, ma'am," Tsukauchi spoke from her position at the desk overladen with food wrappers, overflowing ashtrays, and discarded half-forgotten coffee cups." The preliminary reports indicate all civilians from the area during and after the conflict with the villain. We're still cleaning up the rubble, but no bodies have been found as of yet."

That was another thing that had been incredible. The man had not just saved Nana and put the beating of a lifetime on All for One but had helped to save hundreds, if not thousands, of civilians in the process.

Who would have guessed the first man in the history of humanity to gain a quirk would do so not only so publically but so abundantly successfully in how he did it? Gran had barely left the police station since the man had "Willingly" allowed themselves to take him in for questioning. Still, even she knew of the political and media firestorm that had erupted in the past 12 hours.

Government policies were being written in emergency parliament and senate hearings worldwide. Video clips of the event had been watched and shared tens of millions of times, with every jane doe with an opinion sharing her thoughts of the event.

Conspiracy theories about aliens or ancient demons were already being debated in the darkest parts of the internet. Even worse, fanfiction was being written regarding this man getting shipped with Endeavor of all women after one particular clip of the two went viral.

The man was not just a hero. He was quickly becoming the most talked about person in the world. For her life, Gran Torino could not help but wonder how the hell she would happen when he left the police station.

Gran Torino licked her chapped lips, trying to figure out her options if she couldn't make the man talk and tell his secrets. None of them sounded particularly good to her. She could release the guy when the 24-hour hold had been finished. Effectively allowing a walking nuclear bomb to walk alongside a civilian populace who clearly wasn't ready for whatever the hell this guy was. Or she could arrest him for unauthorized quirk use, something she was hesitant about considering that this guy should be getting a parade for what he did. Not a pair of handcuffs and a 10x10 jail cell.

Besides, considering how most laws regarding quirks were written, Gran didn't even think they covered men, so legally, they were in a bit of a grey area.

The door slung open, letting the bright light of the police station destroy the comfortable darkness that shrouded the interrogation room these past few hours. The smell of hot and fresh coffee and pastries felt like the gentle hand of a goddess had descended upon them.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Nana's familiar and bright voice broke the silence. Her smile was enough to make Grans' concerns drift away for a little bit as she took in the smiling and still slightly bandaged form of a woman she considered as close as a daughter." I brought snacks!"

She placed the coffee and food on the desk, each of the police officers descending upon the offering like a pack of wolves would a downed deer, allowing the hero known to the public as "Nimbus" to join one of the members of her "inner circle."

"So what do we have?" Nana said simply and seriously, her face losing her trademark smile as she stared at the man behind the mirror, the bright fluorescent lighting hiding nothing from vision. "Our large friend over here give you anything?"

"Nothing." Gran responded, her voice low and soft to keep the now distracted police officers from overhearing them." No name, no other allisis. The clothing on his back is custom and of high quality but no distinguishing marks that we can find out who made them. Nothing in his pockets except lint and a photo of a small boy."

"another male?" Despite the bandages and bruising, Nana said her facial emotions were always surprisingly easy to read. She was lucky she had survived the encounter with just a few superficial cuts and bruises, considering what she had been up against. "His child?"

"Maybe," Gran said as she handed her apprentice the damaged and chard photograph of a small boy with green hair and green eyes and a woman who must have been the child's mother. "If that's the case, the media outside will throw a shit show."

Something that Gran wouldn't even be able to blame the parasites for getting riled up over. What did that mean for the son if the dad was this strong? Would that boy be just as strong when he grew up? Or, heaven forbid, even stronger?

Worries for later.

"I'm just happy you're back on your feet," Gran said with a smile. The younger woman had been the closest to a child the veteran heroine had ever had. The idea of the woman being struck down in her prime was a worry that Gran Torino had feared since she graduated from UA all those years ago."Hows Tenka taking it all?"

"About as well as you can expect," Nana said with a sigh, the thought of worrying her only living blood making the number one hero start to grow grey hair. "She's just getting ready to take her middle school exams and found out her mom is in the hospital after a villain attack."

Gran Torino smiled at the thought. The last time Tenka had found out her mom had been injured on the job, the girl had marched into Nanas' hospital room at 2 o'clock in the morning. It was almost funny seeing the then 12-year-old staring down doctors and heroes alike, demanding to know who had done it so she could avenge her mom's honor.

"She disintegrated her principles car," Nana said, ignoring the muffled laughter of her master's voice as she recalled her daughter's reaction. A part of her felt proud that her daughter and her friends would go so far to ensure Nana had been okay." So, I will have to replace that before Tenka is allowed back to school to graduate."

"I'm sure if Naomi heard that story, she'd buy the car herself," Gran said with a smile, imagining the uncontrollable laughter on the UA principles face. Gran kind of wanted to see the look on her goddaughter's face when it happened but knew when not to step over the line regarding Nana's parenting. But even though she thought that Tenka took it too far, She respected the tenacity of not letting something like school rules stop her from making sure Tenka's loved ones were safe." The woman is already salivating for next year when Tenka joins UA."

"Dont remind me," Nana said with a sigh. The fact that her little girl was just a few months away from her freshman year of high school made Nana want to cry the more she thought about it." I feel old the more I think about it..."

Nanas' voice drifted off as she watched the man in the interrogation room stand up from the lonely table in the bright room. It was the first time the man had moved an inch since the last round of questioning he had suffered an hour ago.

Gran heard the familiar sound of guns being unholstered as several officers reached down for the sidearms as the man moved closer. The man moved without care, like he was on a walk in a park instead of being interrogated.

"He can see us," Nana said, her eyes solemn as she looked into the eyes of the man who saved her. The burning sensation of her quirk firing on all cylinders. "Can't he?

"Looks like it."

Every cop in the room almost shrunk backward, one officer early dropping her gun at the sight of the gargantuan man almost fillup the view of the entire mirror.

Gran Torino and Nimbus stared the man down despite the height difference between the three. The man's 7'2 frame to Nana's 6'2 and Gran Torinos' 6'4, making the rest of the room feel like children watching adults have a conversation.

He knocked on the glass. The man's immense strength had such perfect control that the hands Nana had seen knock skyscrapers with ease hadn't even left a crack in the thick glass.

"I would like to speak to Nana Shimura and alone." The man's boisterously prominent voice echoed across the room to the point where Gran was pretty sure that people outside the police station could hear him as she spoke.

"Well, this should be interesting!" Nana said with a smile, not even hesitating before she made her way to the door. Gran had known her for years, even babysitting the then 8-year-old girl for spare cash while she was in high school, but even so, Gran thought she'd never fully understood just what made Nana Tick when it came to her trusting nature. "You coming?"

Gran looked towards the clock finding their time limit was about to end. The headache she had thought she had been back hours ago had reappeared with a vengeance. Had this guy been playing them this whole time? Had he been waiting patiently for Nana to arrive this entire time?

Gran didn't know, but something in her gut told her she needed to find out.

The world was burning all around her, and for the life of the woman who had ruled an underground empire of crime and corruption for well over a century, she couldn't stop smiling.

The mid-day sky, its once pure blue splendor morphing into a blood red nightmare, staring down on her fallen and broken form, like an uncaring goddess staring down on the Servant she had exiled from her golden realm. She had been the queen of her own kingdom, an underground empire made by the strength of her own two hands. The mistress of her own destiny, and now look at her.

She tasted her own blood for the first time in almost 100 years. The crimson liquid stained her already ruby-red lips, but not enough to rip the twisted smile etched on her face. Only the image of her departed sister could make her even happier than she was right at this moment.

The fires of broken skyscrapers and executive high rises burned so bright and hot it felt like two suns were burning in the sky, like she was on an alien world where right was wrong, up was down, and men had quirks.

She lay on her back. Long-forgotten feelings of pain and helplessness filled her body with the excitement and hunger she had nearly forgotten she could feel. The bruises and cuts that littered her body felt like the markings of her soul mate. Each scar was a physical reminder of the devotion she and the man who would be her king and rule beside her had for one another.

He stared down at her, his herculean form almost enough to black out the twin suns above his head. With each passing second, the man's ragged breathing filled her eyes, their vibrations practically sufficient to make her lose her mind.

He was spectacular.

"Who are you?" All for one asked, her voice breathy and seductive as she stared at the man who defeated her, the only man worthy of her advances. The only one worthy enough for her love." And what are you going to do to me?"

The man smiled, his powerful features making him look like a creature from a long-ago era, more animal than human. A time when humans were more savage and primal, when those with power did as they pleased and where only the strongest could claim whatever their hearts desired.

"Anything I want." the man spoke, his powerful voice breaking his bloodied smile." I'm gonna do anything I want to you..."

The buzz of the heart monitor beeped steadily as the "Empress of evil" and the "Queen pin of crime" stared at the form of her loyal servant, doctor Kyudai Garaki. The old woman, whose actual age All for One had long since forgotten, was supposed to write down her mistresses' words. Chronicling her mistresses' observations should have been an honor, especially when describing the man that All for One would bring the world to its knees for.

Two broken legs, an arm that needed to be replaced entirely, and twelve broken ribs, with several shattered bones impaling two of her body's three hearts. Organ failure of her liver, kidneys, and small and large intestine, to the point where they needed to be replaced or grown back from scratch. Her left lung had been reduced to the size of a fist, her skull was caved in, and a melon-sized hole was in her chest. But beyond those superficial injuries, the melancholic spirit of a maiden in love seemed to take hold of All for One's mind.

There were few in this world that All For One trusted. In fact, there was none. But if there was one person alive the mistress of evil could have counted on in her time of need, it would have been the good doctor in her employ. After all, the only reason the woman could live this long and continue her research was that All for One allowed it. She had better be grateful for that.

But instead of offering a shoulder for her mistress to lean on? Or even an ear to listen to? Or even a word of simple advice? No, because instead of doing all that, the old crone decided that she was apparently too good for her.

Too good to listen to her mistresses' declaration of love and affection for a living thing in an admittingly emotional and sensitive time in her life.

How dare she...

The old bat, who drew breath only because All for One allowed it, chose to stare wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight of her mistress instead. As if All for One wasn't more than just a tyrannical megalomaniac. She was more than someone hell-bent on world domination and ultimate power.

She was also a woman waiting for the right person to start a family with.

Is that what that old bag thought? That she was the type of woman, who couldn't find a husband? Who did she think she was? Her mother?

...The bitch.

"I'm sorry, mistress..." the aged scientist spoke, her voice breaking through the haze of painkillers and sedatives the Empress of crime fought through to speak. "But I dont think..."

All for one growled, like a chained beast testing the length of the chain that held her. The reaction was instantaneous, as the good doctor intelligently stopped speaking as she took yet another step away from her injured mistress.

"Are you calling me a liar?" All for One spoke, her voice as calm as a lake's surface but hiding a beast greater than anything the world had ever seen ." I would be remiss if I found out you lack confidence in my memory."

"Of course not, my lady." The old woman bowed low, fear infecting her voice like a virus as she shook from fear." I would never..."

"Enough of this." All for One interrupted, tired of hearing her servants' voices as she sent her away. If it was anyone else or All for One hadn't been in such a generous mood, they would already be dead." I fear your time here is at an end. Leave Me."

The mistress of evil laid back in her bed, allowing the numerous healing quirks she had collected over the years to do their job. Already, she could feel bones moving back into place, and new organs convulse and take shape inside her bent and broken body. She smiled as she traced her finger across the scars that littered her body, evidence of the dance she shared with the man.

"Soon," she whispered to herself as she eyed the screens and monitors in front of her. Her vast network of informants came to life, beginning their quest to find everything about the man who had brought her so close to death's door. "We will be together soon, My love."

Yoyoyo It's everyone's favorite uncle that isn't your actual uncle and is just some guy who writes fanfics on the internet that you just so happen to read. How's everybody doing?

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I'm not gonna lie to you, I've to a lot of positive reviews regarding this story and all that so I'm gonna keep it real with you. I just caught some guy copy and pasting this story on another site that has since been eased. I don't want to add any more drama to this situation, so I'm gonna reiterate my thoughts on my work. I hold the opinion that if I've completed a story, which means it's marked as complete or I say I won't continue it, I give you the permission to either write a continuation or a sequel story that basically follows what I've written before. If it's a one-shot you want to see made into a series, have at it, and make more.

All I ask is that you mention the original story, that's really it. I've given people permission to do this individually, but I'm gonna make it a general rule going forward.

That being said, copying and pasting this story or any other story I have written onto a different site is a no-go. I think that's more than fair.

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