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All Might POV- 2 years later

Three hours a day was not nearly enough time for All Might. Being a hero, standing at the top as the symbol of peace, it was what defined him. His few friends all related to his work, and he was the last living member of his family. All for One had made sure of that. He had never found, or even looked for, a wife. He had no children, adopted or otherwise. Everything about his life and everyone he truly valued, had to do with being a hero. And that was slowly slipping away from him now, just like his body.

Sir Nighteye had left him after disagreeing about his successor. He wanted to wait until the perfect fit found him, Nighteye wanted to find someone trainable and teach them everything he could. It was just too clinical for All Might, too cold, too much like something All for One would do. It was his passion and drive to help others that lead Nana Shimura go pass down the quirk to him, and it was necessity that drove the passing of One for All before that.

Gran Torino, although he avoided the man after the particularly nasty 'sparring' session he had had when he was first released from the hospital. All Might had tried to push himself and get back into the field, but Torino had quite literally knocked sense back into him. And while he did care for the man, he was certainly not someone he would interact with on a daily basis by choice.

David and a great deal of his other friends were all over seas in America, where he had debuted and gained a fair bit of notoriety while he trained away from All for One's long reach. Sure he could call them, but it just wasn't the same as face to face interaction.

The local heroes, mostly UA teachers and recent graduates, were just that, colleagues. And most of them slightly intimidated by him.

And then there was Naomaa, his childhood friend and go to man in the police force. The two were once thick as thieves, All Might dragged them in, and Naomasa kept them off the streets after that, his quirk making him the perfect interrogator. But as he did less and less hero work, he saw less and less of Naomasa, he was too busy working and All Might had to spend a long time in therapy learning how not to flex his muscles and utilize his muscular One for All form. Never before had he been so grateful that One for All gave him a pseudo quirk that allowed him to have a civilian identity, otherwise he would have had to retire after the accident, not just because of the injury, but because his body was in no condition to hold One for All any longer.

And that was it. Hero students, hero teachers, hero colleagues, hero support teams. Hero hero hero. That was his whole life. And he was content with it. He had chosen it. To sacrifice any personal life, and most personal desires, to become more than just a person, but a symbol.

His entire life was dedicated to ending All for One and protecting innocents. He had been prepared to die facing the monstrosity, and was honestly surprised he hadn't. He gave everything he had into being a hero. And he didn't regret it, not one bit, not even for a second.

It was just hard, feeling his dream slowly slipping out of his grasp. It left him feeling empty, and shockingly alone, seeing as he was one of the most famous and well known people on the planet. But it was his burden, one he knew might be an outcome, if he somehow managed to win. And he would bear it with a smile as he aimed to complete his last goal as a hero, finding his successor.

"Help! Purse snatcher!" And that was his signal. All Might quickly shoved his grocery bags into his large, baggy cargo pants pockets and shifted into his muscle form, his catchphrase rising to his lips naturally.

"Never fear, why? I am here!"

And with that the chase was on. The villain was slippery, quite literally. Being made of sludge made it near impossible to restrain him with just strength, as well as making him surprisingly quick in tight spaces. Everytime he took a swipe at the villain, his hand would displace a chunk of the villain's body, but not enough to stop him. He did manage to snag the purse back, and was forced to take a detour to pass it off to an officer with the location of the snatching, so it's owner could reclaim it.

Although he lost sight of it for only a short while, the sludge villain made the most of the time All Might wasn't following him, and by the time he had caught up to him again after a quick dash through the sewers, he was acousting another civilian.

A quick grab and smash later and the rather stoned looking boy was ripped free and the sludge was splattered across the tunnel. With nimble fingers, All Might grabbed the two lite sodas from his groceries, one of the few sweet beverages his stomach could handle, and quickly dumped the contents out. A small sacrifice to capture the villain, but he had been looking forward to them, they were the last melon sodas the grocery had too.

It only took a few minutes for All Might to collect the scattered pieces of villain that had already begun to reform, the two eyes, the only solid pieces of the villain, were carefully slipped into separate bottles, just in case. Finally completing his capture, All Might turned to the civilian he had rescued and felt his breath catch in his throat.

While his first impression had been he had saved a young student, based on the messy black uniform, that had begun to experiment and needed a firm push away from illegal substances. But whatever was in this boy's system was much stronger than a casual street narcotic.

His eyes weren't just red and bloodshot, but they had deep bags under them that seemed to pull his eyes closed for an extra second every time he blinked. His skin was an unhealthy pale tone, a stark difference from his uniform and dark green hair that had a light fluff to it, making it the most awake part of the boy. Despite the villain attack, he seemed to be almost asleep rather than just in shock.

"Are you ok young shounen?" All Might asked, allowing himself to deflate slightly so he could stay in his muscular form for longer if he had to, a handy trick he had picked up for public events and the like.

"Juuuust fineeeeeeee." The boy's voice was hampered by whatever he was on, but despite how horrifying it was to hear such a young man sound destroyed, All Might could swear he had heard the voice before. Something about it was itching in the back of his mind.

"Juuuuust had the dooooose upped this mooooorniiiiiing. Puts meeeee and bit moooooore out of it thaaaaaan usuaaaaaal." As if he expected All Might's next question, the boy had reached into his slightly waterlogged backpack and pulled out a small laminated card and handed it to All Might with an exhausted hand.

All Might quickly skimmed the card and felt what was left of his stomach drop back into the sewers had had come up from. He knew this prescription, he knew what it was meant to counter. He knew the name at the top of the little medical card in his hands.

"Young Midoriya, I didn't recognize you, you look so…." All Might trailed off here, not quite sure what to say to the boy in front of him. The son of one of his few friends. The boy he had sworn to help control his quirk and to protect. That he had failed when he got himself injured, and had been forced onto this horrible drug or risk being shipped to America and given the same treatment as his father.

"Its oooookkkkkk All Miiight." Izuku said slowly, accepting the card back from his former teacher and pulled another object from his backpack, this time a thick black and only slightly damp notebook with several sticky notes stick out from various places. He, with as deft hands as he could given his current condition, flipped open to a spot a little over halfway through the book and handed it to All Might. "I know youuuuuu've beeeeeeen busy."

Only just managing to resist the reflex to sign what had been handed to him, All Might quickly read through several pages of scarily comprehensive and detailed notes about his own hero work. His declining time spent active, fewer international appearances, and multitude of deals made with various medical companies. All laid out in slanted, messy handwriting, a shockingly concise timeline building up to one conclusion.

"Wasn't suuuuuuure if it was an injuryyyyyyyyy or you were siiiiiiiick, but I geeeeeet it. The sooooooner you get better, the soooooooner you can help more people."

All Might was left speechless as he looked between the notes in front of him and the boy who, with only the slightest hint something was wrong, managed to track and pinpoint his movements. And all that while on enough drugs to send most people into a coma.

"I'd like to talk a bit more about this later Young Midoriya, but I have to bring this villain in, can you think of a time for us to meet later?" All Might asked, gesturing to the sludge villain now trapped in his soda bottles.

"Youuuu can come oooooover for dinner if you want All Miiiight." Izuku said, carefully taking back his journal from All Might and tucking it back into his backpack. "It's usually just me and my moooooooom, unless my friend drooooooops in to surprise meeeeee." Izuku finished, a blush painting his cheeks in the most expressive display All Might had seen since he pried the villain off the boy.

"That sounds wonderful young Midoriya, but as a warning, I will be in my civilian wear, so you might not recognize me!" Midoriya just nodded and gave him a small smile and thumbs up.

"Very good my boy, and so, I shall see you this evening!" And with that, All Might flexed One for All back into action and leapt away, headed to the police station to turn in the sludge villain.

Processing him was as smooth a process as ever. Naomasa quickly accepted the bottles and released the sludge into a specialized cell where a quick questioning was followed by official charging and the rest of the process.

And in less than an hour, All Might was back out on the streets, his groceries once again in his hands instead of crammed into his bulky pocket, albeit two lite melon sodas short. From there it was a short walk to the apartment he was staying in to drop them off before changing into a nicer pair of overly baggy clothes before he headed over to the Midoriya's. Their address still the same as he last went there years ago, back when Bruce was still in Japan, where his friend tried to build a life before the American government had him deported back.

He was just glad he would be able to use his main form, despite how dead it looked. He just didn't have the energy after a full day of heroing to use his muscular form for a meal and discussion. Inko would be able to recognize his civilian form, even if he did look much more dead than he previously did. He wouldn't even be surprised if she had put the pieces of his hero identity together while she was at it. She always was more shrewd than she let on, being top of her class in UA's business course was evidence of that.

Call the hero course selective if you like, but the business students were far and above more cut throat.

So it was with relative surety that he knocked on the door that night, his mind already going over the discussion that would occur between himself and a pair of greenettes that both were far more intelligent than most first thought.

So his surprise was even greater when a blonde girl answered the door, poking her head out first before fully opening the door when she saw him.

Her hair was tied up in a pair of messy buns almost like panda ears, and her bangs hung unevenly above her forward. Her ears had the slightest point to them and a pair of oversized incisors revealed themselves when she smiled brightly, if somewhat unnervingly at him.

"You must be Mr. Yagi, you're right on time, Mommadoriya is plating up dinner now." and with another face stretching smile, she made her way back into the house, a light sway in her step as she left the number one hero to invite himself in.

It may have been a few years, and she was no longer wearing hospital scrubs, but All Might recognized Himiko Toga from the few times she had been waiting for Izuku after their training sessions back at the hospital. Her golden eyes with cat-like slitted pupils were something he wouldn't easily forget, nor was the chill that ran down his spine when she looked into his eyes, although it was noticeably less than it was back then, an edge taken off of her visage.

She had clearly found the help she needed, although if his memory was correct, she had run away from the hospital before being released…

Carefully slipping off his shoes and closing the door behind him, Toshinori made his way into the dining room of the apartment. When Midoriya had mentioned a friend before, he had not been expecting young Toga, although it made sense now that he thought about it. The two were thicker than most thieves back in rehab, and if he had to guess based on Midoriya's earlier blush, they were even more so now than before.

Upon entering the apartment proper, Toshinori was glad to see not much had changed since he had last been in the apartment. He even remembered the few nights he had crashed here in what he assumed was now Young Midoriya's room.

Inko herself was a less inspiring sight. It was clear the past few years had affected her greatly, but the sharpness in her gaze was still there, even if it was somewhat dimmed.

Settling himself in the seat across from Young Toga and between Inko and Young Midoriya at the square table, the four began to eat as an awkward silence began to fill the room, each member engrossed more with their food and not looking at the other occupants of the room than anything else.

Toshinori wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject of training Izuku, and having Young Toga present as well made him reluctant to speak up while she was present.

That silence lasted until a loud SMACK of chopsticks being slammed down under a pair of palms and everyone looked up to see Himiko leaning across the table, staring at Toshinori intensely, a thick silver chain becoming visible as she strained her neck to get closer to him. It was off putting enough that Toshinori actually leaned back a bit in shock.

"Have we met before?" she asked after studying his face for a few moments, her eyes darting about as the took in his whole appearance.

"I'd think you'd remember meeting someone as worn out as me…" All Might trailed off as Himiko crooned triumphantly as she reached across the table with both hands. Carefully taking one of his bangs in each hand, she lifted them straight up, revealing his hero form's signature hairstyle.

"Yup, there it is. Nice to see you again Mr. Mighty. Gotta say though, you look better as a ball of muscle than as a famine victim." Himiko said bluntly, releasing his hair and going back to eating as if nothing had happened rather than a rather large invasion of personal space.

"I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin." Izuku said with a light chuckle as he too resumed eating the katsudon in front of him slowly.

Inko rolled her eyes at this and tossed the boy a yen coin across the table at her son, who only fumbled it once before managing to grab it from the air, tucking it into his pocket.

"You bet on if I could figure it out?" Himiko asked with wide eyes, exaggeratedly flickering her gaze between the mother and son, "And you bet against me, what happened to girl power Mommadoriya!" Himiko accused with a pout, pointing at the woman with her chopsticks.

"You know Izuku Himiko, he'd never bet against you, which leaves me on the other side of things." Inko defended, shrugging her shoulders.

"And sheeeeeeeee's never let me dooooooooooooown." Izuku added, his face the closest thing to smug he could while sedated as he was.

"AW, IZU!" Himiko cheered, jumping from her seat to glomp the boy, who did nothing to stop her, instead leaning into the contact. That lasted for several moments before Himiko pulled away and pecked the boy on the cheek, inspiring an epic blush on his face and causing him to miss his mouth with his next bit of food. An action that drew laughter from the entire table.

With the ice broken and All Might's identity exposed, conversation around the table became much more frequent and relevant.

"I would like to offer IZuku help, whatever I can give. I can't use my time in hero form to spar with him, nor can he use his quirk for combat like we did before. But between the two of us, we can find a way for him to get through the UA entrance exams. If it comes down to it, if he were to train his body alone, and managed to score in the top percentile on the written exam, he could get through the exam without using his quirk." All Might finished his proposal to the two greenettes, his fellow blonde listening in as well, having moved to a seat almost on Izuku's lap rather than the seat next to him at the table.

They certainly were an unusually affectionate couple for how young they were, All Might observed, but given Himiko could produce reactions from Izuku that defied what he should be able to under the drug, All Might didn't let it bother him.

"It'll have to be more than that." Inko said, watching both All Might and Izuku with a careful eye, the one that had given her the resources to maintain a comfortable lifestyle even now, years after she had taken on the big names.

"Physicaaaaaaaaal training doesn't woooooooooooork. I get limiteeeeeeeeeeeed benefits because of the meeeeeeeeeeeds." Izuku finished the thought, brandishing his bicep to the hero. And while he was by no means all skin and bone like Toshinori himself was in this form, there was distinctly less muscle than there should be for someone who claimed to regularly lift.

"And the written exam would have to be much easier or shorter then the rumors have it. Izu falls asleep during tests now, he would probably only get halfway through the exams before conking out." Himiko added, bonking Izuku's head lightly with her fist, tilting her head and sticking out her tongue to add effect to the statement. Her eyes also somehow turned into Xs as she did so.

"Then we'll figure out how to use Skaar to get the strength needed to get through. And I've got a few sources I can call that might be able to help too." Toshinori said with finality, already thinking of his few communications with Bruce over the years. He had developed the drug Izuku was on now, and he would be the most likely to know how to beat it.

"I'll taaaaaaaaaake everyyyyyyyyyy chance I can geeeeeeeeeeet. I will become a hero." Izuku agreed, not slurring in a sentence for the first time all night. All Might could see the fire back in his eyes, the one that shone just before he turned into Skaar at their previous training sessions. But now, they would be looking to draw out Skaar's monstrous strength rather than suppress it.

"Excellent Young Midoriya, give me a week to form a training plan, I shall text you a meet up point if we swap numbers!" All Might said with finality, chuckling internally when he saw the muted stars in Izuku's eyes at getting his favorite hero's phone number. Even now that he was older and suppressed, Izuku was still the fanboy he remembered.

"I've gotta head out too Izu, plenty of work for me to do." Himiko said as she got up, pecking Izuku full on the mouth in full of both Inko and All Might, drawing a blush from the hero and an eye roll from the mother. Himiko's openness was clearly nothing new and not something that would be going away anytime soon.

"I'll walk you out Mr. Mighty!" Himiko said once she had finally stood up, straightening the school uniform she wore, although All Might wasn't entirely sure as it bore no logo. Simply matched the design of many private institutes.

Once they were both out of the apartment, Himiko stopped Toshinori with a hand on his shoulder, drawing the two to meet eyes.

Where once humor, affection, and a touch of air-headedness sparkled, was now a pair of blazing gold orbs that held nothing but deadly seriousness. Where a smile once never left her face, now sat a grimace worthy of Endeavor himself.

"You aren't just leading him on are you?" She asked, even her voice had dropped any sense of playfulness, only steely resolve remaining. "You leaving him once almost broke him, if you pull it again, he won't recover. As amazing as he is, Izuku isn't indestructible, especially not on that damned drug." Her words spoke of a fierce protectiveness and deep worry, one that drove a 14 year old girl to try and intimidate the strongest man alive.

"I promise, to both you and him, that I will do everything I can to get him into a hero academy, to get him off that damned drug. If not UA then Shiketsu or Ketsubutsu or somewhere else." All Might told the girl, doing his best to match the resolve in her voice.

"Good, I'd hate to have to bring down the number one hero because he hurt my Izu." Himiko said with a nod before heading on her way, the wind ruffling her baggy sweater as she headed for the stairs.

All Might couldn't help but smile as he made his way down to his truck. Not only had the food been delicious and not too much for his stomach, but he had found a reassurance he hadn't known he was looking for.

Himiko Toga was someone who would do anything for Izuku Midoriya. He had suspected it throughout the meal, but it was confirmed as they had left. She saw him now at his lowest, and still believed in him, was willing to help him when most others had brushed him aside. Just like he had probably done for her. It was a relationship All Might himself had never found. Sure he had friends and co-workers, and sure many would choose to die for him. But Himiko Toga was something different.

She loved him, in a way that was far too old for either of them, but it was there nonetheless. It was something few pro heroes found, the job keeping away most close relationships and it made his heart swell that his close friend's son had found it, even if he couldn't see it yet.

It was support he would need in the coming months. Because All Might was going to push Izuku beyond any expectations he had for himself. He was going to get Young Midoriya into UA, Plus Ultra style.

Ok, wow, boom, chapter.

I'll be 100% honest, this is my first semester taking 5 college classes instead of four, so the only reason this got done was because I was staying up all night to watch the beginning of 2020 League of Legends which is in China, so my sleep schedule is completely screwed for the future and if I don't have papers to write chapters will be what happens during the wee hours of the night.

Next chapter will be the entrance exam, not sure if I'll do Iida's or Uraraka's POV, but we'll see. This chapter hopefully showed development between characters, and where Izuku is headed for early in his UA career. Below is a rough timeline in case someone got confused. I did a bit when writing, so I figured at least 1 person might be helped.

Happy Reading -Centurion Africanus

Timeline-

Izuku and Himiko age 10, almost 11- Himiko runs away from quirk hospital

Six months later- Izuku released under suppressing drugs

About seven months later, little more than a year after Himiko ran away, both recently age 12- the two reconnect

Two years later-now- Sludge villain and Izuku meets All Might again

Ten months later- UA entrance exam