Here's chapter 2! Just saw the My Hero Academia movie, so good! Please note there is stronger language in this chapter, along with instances of parental (well, grandparent, Dad Might would never hurt defenseless kids!) abuse. If this is a potential trigger then please don't read this chapter. Also, there is some extreme religious views in this chapter which would be non-typical. Otherwise, enjoy the continuation of the story! PLUS ULTRA!


All Might exited the plane into the airport, stretching his thin body and hearing his bones pop and crack with satisfaction. The flight to California, then the connecting flight to Oklahoma, had been exhausting and excruciatingly long, but he was finally here. It was early in the morning in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, only 4am. He glanced around at the people in the general vicinity, seeing a small group of older men wearing ten gallon hats and cowboy boots, reminding him how far away home was now. All Might yawned into his hand, feeling jetlagged.

First things first, once I get to the hotel I'm going to take a nice hot bath and a nap. Then after resting a bit I'll drive my rental car to her hometown, see if I can find this girl. How should I reveal myself to her? He felt nervousness flutter inside of him once more; it seemed reading most of the book called "Parenting for Total Dummies" on his flight over didn't make him feel as prepared for all of this as he had hoped.

His phone buzzed with the notification of a text message in his pocket after he turned it back on. Readjusting the strap of his carry-on bag on his shoulder, he secured the small all might plush he purchased in Japan further into the side pocket of the bag and reached for his phone. Opening it, he saw it was an upbeat message from Izuku, assuring him he would follow his training regiment while he was gone "on business", as All Might had briefly explained to him. All Might smiled as he read the message, Young Midoriya, he thought fondly, I will be back as soon as I can, my boy, already feeling an attachment for the teen even though they had not really known each other that long.

All Might felt terribly guilty, he was supposed to be training his successor to accept OFA, but right now he was halfway across the globe on a wild goose chase. Izuku said he understood, but he could see the worry in the boy's eyes; fear that he would abandon him. He had reassured the boy multiple times that he would be back and how proud he was of the progress he had made. He hoped that would be enough to make him feel secure that he indeed would be coming back. However, he took no chances, and responded to Izuku's text quickly with a thumbs up and an all might smiley face emoji before pocketing his phone again, heading to luggage claims.


Minami's eyes snapped open and her breath caught in her throat. Loud banging could be heard on her locked bedroom door; strong enough to make the aged wood frame rattle and splinter a bit.

"God dammit girl, you get yer ass up and start makin' my meal!" She cursed to herself softly for accidentally sleeping in, and hopped out of bed, responding quickly,

"Sorry grandpa! I'm up!" She could hear him grumbling outside her door and the floor boards squeaking in protest as he walked away down the hall, satisfied with her response. Used to getting up early to cook meals and tidy up the home, today her body had different plans and she had "slept in" til 7am; almost unheard of. She sighed, frustrated with herself

Looks like my chances of sneaking out of the house unseen today are gone…

Grabbing a piece of jewelry from a plastic side table she used as her night stand, she slipped on the intricate gold bracelet that had belonged to her mother, and paced to her closet to look at her selection of clothes. She frowned as she looked at her three pairs of jeans and several tee shirts; all looking a bit worn. It already was much too warm to wear any of her 3 long sleeved shirts, being it was May in Oklahoma and school had just finished for the year for summer vacation. Her shorts no longer fit her anymore either from the previous summer. She grimaced at her clothes selection.

Looks like it's jeans and a tee shirt again today… she thought to herself, longingly imagining going to the mall that was an hour away to buy some new outfits that fit her slim build. She sighed again, staring at the worn out clothes, but a sudden shiver shot down her spine at the thought of asking for money from her grandfather for clothes, and quickly banished the thought of going shopping from her head.

Maybe Tracie will have some extra clothes that she doesn't want anymore. She thought hopeful to herself when thinking of meeting up with her friend at the ice skating center later in the day. Grabbing one of the three pairs of jeans along with a purple top, she quickly dressed.

Approaching her bedroom door, she unlocked it and slowly cracked it open to confirm the coast was clear. True to what she suspected, nothing seemed out of place, and she could only faintly hear the TV on down the hall. Opening the door all the way she quickly went around the corner to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her. Turning on the light, she assessed her appearance. There were dark circles under her eyes from a fretful night of sleep. The cut she received on her forehead several days earlier at the ice rink during the tornado had healed to the point of an angry looking scab. She gently prodded the remaining bruise from the tornadic encounter on her left cheek; wincing when it stung. It all showed up painfully obvious on her alabaster skin. She frowned at her appearance, but forced down her critical and disapproving thoughts of her physique and quickly got to brushing her hair and washing her face, along with other morning necessities. She took a deep breath and looked at herself once more, feeling her heart hammer in her chest, trying to gather courage for going out into the main part of the tiny home.

"ok…you can do this… just go out there, make him scrambled eggs with toast…then just leave. With any luck you can even stay the night at Tracie's…" taking a deep breath in and out, she puffed herself up with forced bravado and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, turning left into the kitchen.

Going straight to the fridge, she didn't acknowledge the man sitting at the small kitchen table, hidden behind the newspaper he was holding up as he skimmed the articles. Cracking three eggs into a bowl, she prepped them while placing a pan on the stove. Attempting to turn on the gas stove eye, the sound of clicking filled the room, but no fire lit. Attempting to light the old stove again, clicking was heard once more throughout the room; but nothing happened.

"God dammit stove…come on…" She ground out to herself softly, feeling beads of sweat appear on her forehead from nervousness. Suddenly, she felt a crack across the back of her head and stars appeared before her eyes. She gasped out at the sharp and sudden pain.

"You dumb fuck! Can't even light a God damn stove! Yer useless!" Her grandfather had shot up from his chair behind her in sudden fury to sink his fist into the back of her head. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and held it next to the eye of the stove, lighting the stove in an instant. Pocketing the lighter, he glanced back at the girl who had one hand on the back of her head and the other over her eyes, moaning in pain.

Minami squealed in terror and held her hands up in front her defensively as her grandfather grabbed the front collar of her shirt, twisting it in his fist, and dragged her so close that his face was only a few inches from hers. She held her breath at the stench of alcohol rolling off of him from a previous night of drinking.

"Fix my God damn breakfast you useless bitch! And bring it to me in the living room!" he sneered, shoving her roughly into the fridge. Turning, he stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Wide-eyed and gasping for breath, Minami gripped the sides of the fridge, trying to ground herself. Looking over to the prepped food on the counter, she slowly shuffled over to the beaten eggs she had just been tending to, her head down, focusing on the task at hand with adrenaline pumping through her body now. Silence filled the kitchen as she cooked the eggs and put two pieces of bread into the toaster, except for the sound of her racing heartbeat in her ears.

Scraping the finished eggs onto the plate, her hands shook as she spread butter onto the two pieces of toast, placing them neatly onto the plate with a fork. Minami paused for a moment, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes after steadying herself, she grabbed the plate and walked into the living room. Her eyes fell on her grandfather sitting in his worn sofa chair, staring at the television screen watching the news. She tiptoed to him, and gently set the plate in front of him on the tv dinner table that he always kept nearby for his meals. Turning away to leave, she felt his large hand grip her wrist painfully tight, keeping her there. She hissed out quietly at the pressure he applied.

"You get the hell out of my house, you hear me girl? I don't want to see yer face til tomorrow morning. I gots business to attend to tonight." He spoke quietly but firmly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, daring her to challenge his demand. Her eyes made contact with his, and in an instant, she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Yes sir…" She mumbled. At her response, her wrist was released. She quickly turned tail and went straight out the front door, grabbing her shoes with her. Once out the door, she jogged a bit to get as far away from the house as quickly as possible. Once she was about half a mile away, she stopped at a nearby weeping willow tree. She placed her hand on the trunk of the tree and turned back to look at the house in the distance. All around her was mostly flat farm land. At her back a few miles away was town. Her eyes narrowed and she stuck her tongue out at the house.

"I hate you…" she mumbled angrily at the house and the bitter old man that resided in it, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She rubbed them away vigorously with the back of her hand, sniffling softly. Looking up at the swaying vines of the tree, she felt more tears come to her eyes, a few rolling down her cheeks, thinking of the memory of her grandmother and how they both would take refuge here together, sitting under this tree when her grandfather would have his drunken rages.

Minami closed her eyes and remembered her grandmother telling tales of her time growing up in Ireland as a young girl before she immigrated to the U.S. on her own to find more opportunity. She could still hear her sweet voice singing Celtic folk songs to her and teaching her the Gaelic language. Her voice had been so joyful that many had openly questioned if that had been her quirk, but her grandmother never commented on those inquiries. She missed her grandmother's protection, the last time having experienced it at the tender age of 11, when her grandmother suddenly passed away. Now being 14, she felt more alone than ever. Opening her eyes and looking down at her wrist, she noticed a bruise starting to develop, and she curled her hand into a fist.

"Misneach," (have courage) Minami whispered to herself in Gaelic, remembering the phrase her grandmother used to say to her often in difficult times such as this, assuring her of better things to come in the future. Feeling a sudden breeze blow through her straw colored hair and dry the tears on her cheeks, it was as if she could feel her grandmother's presence around her. Sniffling, she slipped on her worn tennis shoes and turned her back to the house in the distance.

She looked toward town and started heading down the hill to make her way to the Ice center to meet with her friend. Walking along the dirt road, she could hear birds chirping spring songs, and the sun shined brightly, lifting her mood up a bit. In the distance, two horseback riders on colorful paint horses approached on the dirt road, heading out into the country side. The two men on horseback nodded their ten gallon hats to her as they passed her, the horses snorting proudly as they picked up their pace to a trot. She smiled softly and waived back to them, continuing onto town.

Arriving to the outskirts of town, she stopped to take in the magnitude of the damage from the tornado. The center of town had been split into two. One side consisted of a large neighborhood that was home to the 1000 or so people that called Chickasaw their home. The other had the town's family owned shops, along with a few chain stores like the grocery store, pharmacy, appliances store. It was a very humble looking town, with the exception of the impressive ice skating center, specifically built to mentor some of the world's most elite figure skaters, and had in fact produced a few world and Olympic champions in the past.

The tornado had sideswiped the ice skating center, damaging one of the ice rinks, and had taken out quite a few homes with it. Walking into town, she passed the appliances store, and saw a group of several adults outside looking at the display televisions in the window. Stopping to look at the images on the screens, Minami felt excitement run through her veins and a huge grin spread on her face. Staring back at her were images of All Might on the news in Oklahoma City rescuing people from a fire earlier that morning.

All Might! She grinned brightly to herself, staring at the television screens showing him laughing and smiling as he pulled civilians out of the burning building. He's so close! I never thought he'd be within driving distance! I wish I could meet him! He's so cool!

Hearing the clucking of disapproval behind her, her smile dropped and she slowly peeked over her shoulder from where she was facing the display televisions to see the small group of older adults having a heated discussion behind her over All Might's arrival.

"We don't need no hero here, all they do is bring trouble with those quirks of theirs!" one man commented with his heavy southern accent, with the others nodding in agreement.

"We've always prided ourselves on being a town that promotes and focuses on normal folk. Quirks are the work of the devil!" another woman screeched; Minami winced at the tone of her voice.

Her smile long gone, Minami scuttled off away from the group of adults, taking one last yearning look at the television screens to see her favorite hero once more. As she walked away, she looked down at her hands, feeling the heat rise up in them as she activated her quirk slightly. Is there really something wrong with me for having a quirk? If so many people have them, they can't all be bad people, right?

Feeling her hands beginning to glow and burn uncomfortably, she pushed her quirk back down, deactivating it, and worriedly glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one had seen her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and the same group of adults from before were still very much engrossed in their conversation. I haven't used my quirk in so long, I wish I could be like All Might, saving people with a smile on my face

Walking into the ice skating center, she glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was quarter to 10am. Her stomach growled fiercely, demanding food. Minami grumbled, feeling starved from not eating since yesterday morning. Suddenly, the set of doors to the remaining ice rink that hadn't been damaged in the storm opened; she heard another girl's voice that was happy to see her.

"Minami!" a pixie haired red headed girl called out to her. Minami glanced up and saw Tracie waiving her over.

"My mom dropped me off about an hour ago, she had to go help my dad at the office today. But she left us lots of snacks and we brought your ice skates and coat so we can work on our routines!" She grinned, holding up the bags of water, granola bars, and trailmix as proof.

"Hell yes! You guys are the best!" Minami smiled in delight and followed Tracie behind the two large doors into the ice rink, ready to put the morning behind her.


All Might pulled off the highway in his rental SUV, approaching a dirt road with a weathered sign on the side that read "Welcome to Chickasaw, the happiest little town on the west side of the Mississippi river!" He grunted as he read the sign.

"I doubt that..." he mumbled to himself, beginning to take in firsthand the remaining damage that the tornado had left behind.

True to his word, he had been well on his way at about 7:30 in the morning to get to the girl's home town, but on his way out he saw an apartment complex fire on the outskirts of the city, and couldn't just pass by without helping. His thinned hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. He had lost time, and hoped it wouldn't hurt his chances to locate the little blonde haired girl.

Turning off the highway into the main part of town, it was plain for him to see how the area had suffered tremendously from the storm. Large piles of debris were numerous; even a few makeshift crosses with ribbons tied to them were sticking out of the Earth next to bouquets of flowers and plush dolls; likely where people had lost their lives. Slowing to a snail's pace, he rolled through town slowly, having to take back streets to avoid the blocked areas that still had debris waiting to be cleared. Pulling out his phone, it showed he was only a mile away from the ice rink. Still, this area was so rural he wasn't sure if his maps app was really that accurate or not. Seeing an older gentleman walking, he decided to ask for some direction, and he rolled down his window.

"Excuse me! Sir!" All Might called out to him with his head out the window. The older man looked up, his eyes raking up and down the shiny new SUV, and the even more out of place thin man driving it. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Can you please tell me how to get to the Thompson Center Ice Arena?" The old man mumbled something to All Might, but with his thick drawl All Might couldn't understand a word he said. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Pardon me, can you repeat that?"

The old man spoke up louder this time, "Yer headin' the right way, just a bit further down o' tha way on yer left, ya can't miss it." He then shuffled off without waiting for a response. Perturbed at the man's reaction, All Might stared back at him, a bit confused as to how to respond.

"Um, thank you?!" he called out to the back of the old man and rolled his window back up, sighing in irritation. Well that was helpful, he thought sarcastically, He slowly rolled the SUV forward, and eventually could see an imposing building in the distance, sure enough on the left side. He pulled into the parking lot and put the car in park, turning it off.

Well, this is as good a place as any to start looking for her. Maybe I'll run into someone who will know who she is and can direct me to where she is right now. Shutting the car door and locking it, he walked into the large building. Even in its damaged condition, it was still an impressive venue. Lining the walls of the lobby were photos of world and Olympic skaters who had originated from this very center. On the right side of the lobby, there was yellow tape blocking entry into a hallway to where he assumed was the damaged part of the building. Looking ahead, he could hear the scraping sounds of skates on ice and voices behind two large doors with windows on them. Looking through the windows, he could see several people on the ice; all young women. Then he saw it. At the far end of the ice rink was a blonde haired girl gliding on the ice. His heart jumped for a moment at the sight and he walked through the doors without thinking. A blast of cold air hit him unexpectedly as he breached the doors, causing him to start coughing as the frosty air wrecked havoc on his remaining lung. The two brunette girls closest to him on the ice looked at him warily before skating off in the other direction. All Might wiped the bit of blood off of his lips.

Smooth, All Might, I'm sure that drew plenty of unwanted attention to yourself, irritated with himself. Looking up cautiously after quelling his coughing fit, he could see that there were a few people in the high stands of the ice rink, likely parents or coaches watching their kids. He could see the two brunette girls bickering a bit with the blonde and red haired girl on the other side of the rink, though he couldn't really catch what they were saying; it didn't sound friendly. Eventually, it seemed the two older dark haired girls evicted the blonde and her friend to his side of the ice rink, evidenced by them gliding over his way with sour expressions on their faces. He held his breath as the blonde girl came closer to him. He could hear their hushed conversation now as they came to lean against the boards of the rink which separated the ice from the public. To his luck, they were only a few feet away now.

"Don't worry about them Minami! You know how bitchy Whitney and Britney are! Besides, you're the better skater!" the pixie looking girl smirked at her friend.

All Might's ears twitched at the name, it was her! He thought, grinning, it has to be, there can't be many blonde haired Minamis in Oklahoma after all! He couldn't believe his luck. He was positive he would have been looking all day for her at the very least.

The blonde snorted at her friend's comment "I don't know about that, but I still just want to punch them," She scowled, looking back at the two snooty brown haired girls who were now practicing toe jumps on the other side of the rink. Suddenly the blonde girl looked straight at All Might who was only a few feet away, making him jump a bit.

"I'm so sorry mister if those two girls were mean to you, you didn't deserve that," she looked at All Might sympathetically. All Might stared at the girl, being able to get a good look at her now. He found himself staring into the face of Faith, with his hair and his eyes. He gasped to himself at the similarities, hoping he wasn't imaging it.

"Mister?" Minami smiled genuinely at him, giggling at the goofy grin on All Might's small form. "Are you ok?" All Might grinned widely as he noticed one more thing, she also had his smile. It had been so long since a stranger had genuinely smiled at his true form. She seemed like a kind, lovely girl.

"It's no trouble at all, my dear. Besides, it's like your friend said, you're the real star of the show here anyways," he winked at her, then shuffled off towards the stands to take a seat. The blonde hair girl looked back at him with her mouth agape, a small blush brushing across her cheeks, not realizing he had over heard her conversation with her friend.

"Minami! Let's finish with your routine, my mom will be here to pick me up soon!" Tracie called her over. Finally settling into the stands above them, All Might took a seat, groaning at how uncomfortable the benches were. He rubbed his arms, trying to warm up in the cold air. Looking down, he heard soft, romantic music beginning to play from a boom box, and then the blond girl took flight, swaying her body to the music as if she were dancing ballet on ice. Suddenly, as the tempo of the music increased, she sped up and jumped into the air, spinning gracefully and landing on one skate. Tracie whooped with delight, watching her friend perform. Gliding in the other direction, the girl lifted into the air once more, spinning gracefully, then skating towards the center of the rink. She zoomed forwards and backwards, showing off her balance and poise. All Might couldn't take his eyes off of her, she was poetry in motion. As the music winded down to the end, she came to a halt, posing herself.

"oh my God! That was soooooo good girl! You could really go all the way!" Minami's friend bounced up and down on her skates in excitement. Minami turned and smiled at Tracie, her cheeks a bit red and her breath coming out in little puffs from the exertion of completing her routine. All Might smiled softly, looking at her expression. Her smile lit up the entire arena. In the beginning, when he learned of her existence, he wasn't entirely sure what to think, until now. Now, he knew what he wanted out of all of this. Please…Let her be mine… He thought.

The sound of an upbeat ring tone broke him out of his thoughts, and he could see the blonde girl's friend answer it. From the sounds of it, the parents had arrived to pick up the friend. His girl hoped to stay the night at her friend's house, but she wasn't going to be home for the weekend. Minami's face fell at the response. When her friend questioned it, the blonde girl brushed it off and proceeded to skate to the exit of the ice rink, slipping on the blade protectors on her skates to get off the ice with her friend.

Now's my chance, All Might thought as he looked at his watch and saw it was a little after 12pm, following them at a distance. Following the two girls outside the ice rink after they had replaced their skates with their tennis shoes, he watched the blonde girl follow her friend outside of the building and hug her goodbye after handing over her pair of skates and coat. He watched the car drive off into the distance until they were out of sight, leaving the blonde girl behind. Feeling his phone buzz, All Might took it out of his cargo pants pocket and read the text that had come in from Naomasa.

Got the adoption paperwork ready in case you need it. Let me know if you will need to get her a passport, if it comes to that.

Placing his phone back in his pocket he looked up, and saw the little blonde girl was gone. "Shittt…" he cursed to himself, spinning around, looking for any sign of her. Suddenly, he heard a scream in the distance of a young girl, and All Might rushed off towards the source of the sound, praying he wasn't too late.


Alright! Moment of truth when All Might and Minami truly start interacting and Papa All Might comes to the rescue! Stay tuned! :D