Well it's been a good while, but I finally decided to update this! I received a lot of people asking for a continuation and I tried my best. There's some spots that aren't as good, but I'm honestly tired of it sitting in my drafts. Besides it's flaws, I hope you enjoy it anyway. I'm not sure if I'll do a part three or not, we'll just have to see.

Also, Bakugou doesn't curse in front of children.

Izuku blinked a few times, turning around slowly and searching his dark surroundings. Another One for All dream, from the shadows he saw. He glanced down, not surprised to see his body also made up of the shadows. It was unsettling every time.

It felt different than other dreams. Even using the quirk didn't feel like this, from the sick twisting in his stomach to the paranoia that made itself home in his head.

Something about this place, with its murky shadows and haunting whispers, it felt far away and close at the same time. His body was a million miles away, isolated, but something deep inside him hummed happily in this place.

Unsettling.

"Are you sure this is wise?" An older voice echoed, washing over him in waves. Izuku turned, the shadows melted to reveal a cement room, probably underground from the industrial lights and artificial atmosphere.

"Love is never wise in this business, Tsubasa." Another man spoke. Chills ran down his spine as Izuku easily recognized that voice. As if on command, All for One lifted his head from his filing cabinet, turning to face him and Tsubasa, an elderly man in a lab coat he felt like he should recognize, but didn't.

As always, the top half of his head was covered by wispy shadows, keeping his eyes and hair a mystery. That didn't stop the villain from instilling a sick feeling inside Izuku.

"Then how can you think getting involved with this woman is a smart idea?" Tsubasa argued. His bushy eyebrows furrowed and Izuku slipped past him, standing in between the two men.

He looked between them. He felt like he in slow motion, half breathing. Sinking, even though he couldn't move. Numb.

He was a ghost in their memory.

"I didn't tell you about her for your judgement. I am capable of making my own decisions." The supervillain answered sharply without looking up. He flipped through the file, before picking out a page. "I need someone to make sure I always have a cover. We're getting married in October and after that she will have access to my finances. I need to make sure something normal and legitimate exists and continues existing for the duration of her life."

Izuku stiffened, the reality of his words sinking into him. There was no way...

All for One couldn't really be married. The idea of this man having the capacity to love anyone was beyond Izuku, much less him actually marrying anyone. But from the villain's healthy appearance, this must have take place several years ago. Izuku wondered about the poor woman who was married to this awful man.

How much did she know?

"How long are you expecting this to go on for?" Tsubasa asked, frowning.

"Well, most people live around eighty years, she's twenty-five, so sixty, give or take a few?" The villain looked unconcerned, reading through his file as he spoke.

"Lord, what if she wants children? What would you do then?"

"I wouldn't mind a child, if she wants one, perhaps they would inherit my quirk as well." Tsubasa sighed, clearly frustrated. All for One smiled and tilted his head up at the man.

Although Izuku couldn't see his eyes, he felt like the villain was staring at him.

Izuku woke with a jolt.

He sat up, rubbing his face as forced himself to breath slowly. He swallowed, looking around at his dark bedroom, half expecting to see the super villain standing in the corner.

Thankfully, he was alone.

All for One's child... Izuku wondered if they were anything like their father.

He heaved a sigh, tugging on a curl. He leaned over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting at the glowing numbers. It was well before acceptable waking hours, according to the screen and moonlight peering though his curtains.

Before he could think much about it, he heard something familiar in his household: crying. He was spending the night at home, comforting his mother through her worry about his father. It wasn't out of usual for her, she was easy to bring to tears. Izuku knew he was the same.

Three o'clock in the morning was a strange time to hear crying though, even for her.

He wouldn't have thought much else about it, about to roll over and try to regain a few hours of sleep that All for One had stolen from him, when he suddenly heard a different voice.

It was hauntingly familiar and definitely didn't belong in his apartment at three in the morning.

The teenager threw off his blankets, walking in the direction of the sounds. His doorknob sounded deafening as he left his room, floor tiles creaking under his weight. One for All crackled under his skin as Izuku crept closer.

He found his mother in the entryway, surrounded by a suitcase, a coat, and a man. Izuku froze, grip tightening on the doorframe as he watched them.

The man had to slouch to hug his mother, holding her delicately while she sobbed messily into his shoulder. He wore a dark suit and had pale, messy curls, brushing his fingers through her hair soothingly.

He looked up at Izuku nearly instantly, giving him a small smile. "Inko, dear, Izuku is up." A shiver ran up the teenager's spine, hearing the whisper of his name.

There was a sniffle from his mother before she broke away and looked at Izuku. Despite her tears, she beamed. "Izuku! Look, your father is home!" She cried, pointed at the man like she nearly didn't believe he was there herself.

When Izuku didn't say anything, his father looked nervous. He glanced at his suitcase, avoiding the teenager's gaze. "I'm sorry it took so long."

He was frozen. Every part of him screamed for some strange reason. He recognized the man, from the rare photo and old memories. He knew it was his father, Mom always said he looked so much like him. Izuku saw his own features in the man, from the messy curls to the dark freckles dotting his skin.

Everything about him was familiar, the same man he knew those years ago. Just the same. He didn't know why his body was trembling, he telling him to run far away as quickly as he could.

Izuku nodded finally, bones cracking. His eyes stung as he stepped closer to his parents. His mother pulled him into the embrace with a happy sniffle.

In his father's arms, he finally found his voice.

"Welcome home, Dad."

It was midnight when Toshinori's phone rang harshly. The former hero jumped and frowned, startled by the sudden noise. He glanced at the caller, pausing in his late night grading.

"Hel-" He began, but Naomasa cut him off before he could finish the greeting.

"He escaped."

"What?"

"All for One. He's gone."

All sense of feeling left Toshinori. "W-What?"

"He escaped Tartarus, Toshinori! He's gone!" The detective nearly shouted, frustrated. The retired hero could hear the sounds of sirens on the other side of the phone, people talking and running. "Where are you? Are you safe?"

"He's going after Midoriya." Toshinori muttered, feeling numb as terrible scenarios filled his mind.

He remembered the stories his master had told him of the villain, the horrors Toshinori had witnessed himself. He was having a hard time not imagining his successor's bloody and broken body. It clouded his vision when he blinked. He clinched his fist, pressing it into the table with a shuddering breath.

"Fuck." He hissed.

He was stupid. He was a fool.

He stood up instantly, a renewed energy in his bones. He begun searching for his keys and shoes, scanning the mess of graded papers upon the table.

"What? Why wouldn't he go after you? You're a much easier target, no offense." Naomasa argued.

"I don't have One for All anymore," Toshinori finally found his keys, his Yuuei ID sitting beside it. He stuffed them in his pocket and continued. "I don't have any use to him. Midoriya is the new user, he's his target." He muttered another curse, pulling on his other shoe. "I'm going to Yuuei, keep me updated."

Naomasa began to say something else but the former hero ended the call. He left his apartment while he scrolled through his contacts, tapping Nezu's number and slamming the door.

He only hoped he made it in time.

Twice in one night, Eri was woken up rudely before the morning. This time it was just Mr. Aizawa, gently shaking her and murmuring that there was a school wide evacuation.

"For what?" She whispered, hugging the stuffed animal to her chest. It was a lion, a gift from Mirio from the last time he visited her. They went to the zoo together and she has seen so many animals she hadn't known existed before.

The happy memory was quickly snuffed by panic. She thought of the last evacuation she had been part of. His gloved hands still haunted her skin.

"It's nothing for you to worry about." Mr. Aizawa said, helping her out of bed, Mirio's lion forgotten. "All the students are gathering in the cafeteria."

"It's C-Chi-" She stuttered over his name, feeling herself tremble. She hugged herself tighter.

"No." The hero kneeled at her height. "He's never going to hurt you again. I promise it's not him."

Eri hesitated. "Promise?"

He smiled. "Promise." He offered his pinky to her. Eri wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with that, so she just squeezed his finger. The man gave her a soft look. "Good enough, here, come on."

He took her hand, leading her out of her room and down the stairs. She had been living with him and his husband, another, loud and yellow, teacher at Yuuei. Some of teachers had small houses across from the student dorms and she had been given their extra room.

She followed him quietly, noticing how he wore his long scarf. He only wore it during school or when he was at work, but his long hair was messy and clearly not brushed.

The world was asleep, deadly quiet as they walked toward the big school building. Despite his reassurances, there was still an unsettling feeling in her bones. Mr. Aizawa held her hand during the silent walk, carefully gentle.

The hero left her with the other Yuuei students, sitting on the top of one of the cafeteria tables and giving her another squeeze and reassurance before he joined the other teachers. He spoke to the woman with spiky black hair that had helped her pick out clothes once. Then Mr. Aizawa left the building, giving her a last distant wave from across the cafeteria Eri could only half-heartedly return.

The girl noticed Nejire and Tamaki sitting with what she guessed was the rest of their class. They both waved at her, too, Nejire grinning through a yawn. Her hair was wrapped around her like a scarf. Eri gave them a shy wave back, hugging her knees as she sat at her own table, alone.

Students around her chatted, but from what she could overhear, it didn't seem like any of them knew what this was about.

That familiar, stifling feeling returned, from the patrolling teachers to artificial, stiff lights hanging from the ceiling. She should have known this wouldn't last. Chisaki would come get her. He'd always come back.

She couldn't escape him.

"I do apologize for this Eri-chan." She flinched at the voice suddenly beside her. Standing beside her table was the big, fluffy mouse Mr. Aizawa told her was in charge of the school. "Evacuations like this aren't common, I promise."

Again with the promises.

"What's it about?" She asked quietly.

"There was a villain outbreak earlier tonight." He hummed. "Nothing for you to worry about, but he has expressed interest in some students here. It's best for everyone to be together. We can protect everyone better that way." The mouse explained.

"Right."

"Nezu!" Ah, that's what the mouse's name was. All Might jogged up to them, looking like he had ran here. Eri rested her head on her knees, watching the former hero. He looked tired. "Where's Midoriya?"

"With his class I assume, 1-A is over there." He pointed with his paw over to a corner of the lunch room. Eri squinted in that direction, but she didn't see Deku.

"Thank you." All Might gasped before he turned and rushed to that corner. Eri glanced at the principal, then back at All Might. She hopped off the table and followed him without a word. As they got closer, she still didn't see Deku, even when she stood on her toes.

"Oh, hey, Eri-chan!" Red Riot turned around in his seat, leaning down to smile at her. "You got grouped in this evacuation too?"

"Mmhm."

"Kirishima, where's Midoriya?" All Might asked somewhat sternly before the boy could answer her. The redhead looked a little surprised by his tone as well, sharing a glance with the child.

Eri looked between them as they talked. All Might was really tall, she noted his shaky, skeleton-like features. "Not sure, I think he went home this weekend. I haven't seen him all day, at least."

"He's not here." Another voice added. Eri glanced further down the table and noticed a very strange looking boy. He was split in half, with different colored hair and eyes. She tried to not stare.

All Might seemed increasingly more panicked as the conversation dragged on. Eri looked back up at the hero, frowning. "Where is he?" The former hero stressed.

She fleetingly wondered if she should tell All Might about Deku's dad. He sounded worried, but if he knew Deku was with his family, maybe he wouldn't be worried anymore. Deku's dad never said she couldn't tell anyone, right?

"All Might?" She interrupted. They all looked at her, pausing for a moment. She hesitated under the attention.

"What's wrong, Eri-chan?" Red Riot questioned, leaning down to her height.

"I met Deku's dad today." She said.

All three of them blinked at her. "Eri...What do you mean?" All Might asked carefully.

"He came in my room today. He said he was Deku's dad."

"Why did he come to you, though?"

"He wanted me to Rewind him."

"And did you?"

Eri blushed, inspecting her scarred hands. "I wanted to help Deku, because he helped me so much and made me happy. I thought if I helped him see his dad, he might be happy, too. I'm sorry."

The color drained out of All Might's face and he stood there, blankly. She squeezed her hands. "I'm sorry." The girl repeated, sinking in on herself.

"Hey, it's okay!" Red Riot said quickly. She felt the fake optimism in his voice, anyway. He kneeled beside her. "You didn't do anything wrong! I'm sure Midoriya will be excited you helped his dad!" The redhead smiled, squeezing her shoulders.

"What the h-heck are you saying about Deku's dad?" A new boy grumbled. He was sitting on the other side of the table by his patchwork classmate. He stumbled over his words as he glared at them. Somehow, he reminded Eri of that small, spiky dog Nejire had shown her a video of once.

"Young Bakugou, do you know anything about Midoriya's father?" His voice was strained.

"He's been gone for like ten years. Met the ass- guy once, probably."

"Sounds like Midoriya is cursed with daddy issues as well." The split boy mused with a thoughtful expression.

Red Riot laughed. "Todoroki, who told you about daddy issues?"

"Uraraka and Midoriya."

"Eri." She glanced away from the teenagers as they carried on without them. All Might was kneeling in front of her now. "Did you see Midoriya's father?" She nodded. "Can you tell me about him, please?"

"You're telling me some random man managed to get through Yuuei's defenses, talked to Eri, convinced her to use her quirk on him, then vanished without any of us knowing?" Aizawa gritted through his teeth.

Toshinori nodded, glancing over at the girl drawing, then back at the furious man before him. He would have been more nervous if he could feel anything besides panic and fear. They had asked her to draw a picture of Midoriya's father and, while he didn't trust the art skills of a seven-year-old, Toshinori was fairly sure this would just add evidence to his already terrifying hypothesis.

He never should have mentioned Midoriya Hisashi to All for One.

"I'm not sure we're dealing with just a random man, Aizawa-san." Nezu hummed.

"How did this even happen?" Aizawa continued. "She's supposed to be safe here! What if he had tried to take her?"

"I understand you're upset-"

"Upset? That doesn't begin to cover it." The dark-haired man growled. "She is my responsibility, I'm supposed to keep her safe."

"It wasn't your fault, Aizawa." Toshinori sighed.

They all looked at him and the former hero stared at the tiles. "All Might-"

"I told him something far more personal than I should have. I am afraid this all may be my fault." He finally admitted.

Toshinori clinched his fists. He hated this, the sinking feeling in his gut and the sense of helplessness. There was nothing he could do with his weak health and quirklessness. God, there was nothing he could do.

"Mr. Aizawa! I need another color!" Eri called, waving over the teacher. Aizawa gave him a look, but left without another word.

The blond felt a pat on his leg and looked down. Nezu gave him a thin smile. "This isn't your fault, you know. It is an unfortunate set of coincidences."

Toshinori couldn't come up with a response, something solid in his throat forced him to remain silent. The former hero sighed.

"She's done." Aizawa called, waving them over.

Eri held up her paper to them, displaying a crudely drawn man. "He looked a lot like Deku, but he was different colors. His hair was kinda the same color as mine, I think. And it was dark, but his eyes were dark, too. And he wore a really fancy shirt and stuff. He was nice." She explained, pointing out each part of her drawing.

Even with the light scribbled hair and messy, confusing lines, it was obvious who Eri had seen that night.

All for One stared back at him with crayon eyes and a smile.

"I cannot believe you, Hisashi. You can't just disappear like that!" His mother scolded in a way that seemed very familiar.

It was similar to how she was when she was so anxious, all she could do was scold or cry. Right now it was a little bit of both, from her stern voice to her weak sniffles.

Izuku sighed into his mug, steam rising up into his face.

"I'm sorry, dear, you know how terrible international travel is."

Four months was far too long for that to be a legitimate excuse, Izuku knew. But he didn't question it. Not aloud at least. He sipped at his tea quietly, watching his parents go back and forth, as if his father hadn't just vanished off the face of the Earth for nearly ten years.

"I'm here to stay, Inko." His father glanced at him. "I mean it this time."

Mom sighed, nodding. "You better. If you do that again, you'll have hell to pay." She rarely cursed, so Izuku felt the emphasis in her statement. From his father's small flinch and weak smile, he felt it, too.

She pushed away from counter. "It's late, I'll start a load of your clothes. Then we should all head to bed."

Izuku nodded without a word, cupping his mug and staring into it. His mother shuffled out of the kitchen and Izuku wanted to follow her, but he forced himself to remain where he sat, next to a stranger.

"I'm sorry." The teenager looked up, startled by his father's gaze. His eyes were dark, nearly unsettling and familiar at the same time for reasons he didn't know.

"What for?" Izuku murmured. He blinked a few times, vision growing blurry for no reason at all.

"Everything." He heaved a deep sigh. "I know I should have been here for you. I'm sure you're confused and untrusting of me. I understand that I've been absent for a long time."

"You have."

There was a thin smile. "I know, and I regret it. I love you and your mother and everything I've done, it's been for my family, for you. I hope you know that. And even though I've been gone, I still have seen you these last few months...on TV, doing what I know you love. Your mother has called me every time you've been in the hospital and-" His father paused with a frown. "I never expected you to be a hero, I've never...liked them very much. The entire system is complicated and corrupt, but I'm proud of what you've done despite what you've been through."

That...wasn't exactly what Izuku expected. A praise about how well he's grown up, to criticizing the hero system. He wondered what his father knew about his quirklessness. Izuku tried to remember a reaction, but he wasn't sure if his father had even been around when he was delivered that crushing news so many years ago.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." He said quietly.

An awkward, stiff silence stretched between them. Izuku listened to his mother turn the dials on the washing machine, the zip of his father's suitcase. He sipped on his tea, determined to not meet his father's eyes again. The teenager was stiff, begging himself to make an excuse to escape.

He was just about to muster the courage to excuse himself to his bedroom again when there was a quick, urgent knock at their front door. Izuku looked up in surprise, wondering who else could possibly be here this late. He accidentally met his father's gaze again and was met with confusion, and possibly irritation.

"I've got it!" Izuku called to his mother, abandoning his mug on the counter. He heard shuffling as his father followed him to the door, but ignored it as he stood on his toes and peered through the looking glass in the door.

"All Might!" Toshinori released a breath as he heard his successor's greeting. He was okay, for now at least. The lock in the door clicked and it opened, revealing Midoriya, wearing a nearly relived smile. "What are you doing here?"

"There was-" A haunting familiar voice caused Toshinori to freeze.

"Who's this?" He never imagined he would hear him outside of that cell ever again, yet here he was.

All for One looked the same as he did five years ago, the same pale cropped curly hair and merciless eyes. They were coals, burning straight through Toshinori. He hadn't missed staring at those eyes. It was as if he had stepped out of one of Toshinori's nightmares.

His skin was pale, darkened by stray freckles. It was strange to see him dressed so casually, devoid of a suit. He paused behind Midoriya, faking the curiousness in his tone.

His gaze burned, shocking Toshinori into silence.

"All Might?" Midoriya asked, looking concerned.

Run.

Run, run away from here.

Please run.

Don't you know who's standing next to you?

Midoriya, run.

Toshinori couldn't force the words from his throat, looking back at his successor. His hands were shaking, bony and stiff. He looked at his worried expression, the dark freckles across his face and the concern in his eyes.

It struck him like a sword, looking at his successor and suddenly seeing similarities he had never noticed before. The horror that stood behind him in a dress shirt and smiled.

The shape of his eyes was his mother's, but the focus in them, the way they lit up, the way they burned.

The messiness of his hair, if it was cut shorter, if it was bleached.

The freckles that branded them both.

The interest, near obsession, of quirks.

He felt sick.

Toshinori connected it with his eyes, staring at Midoriya in sudden horror. His eyes flickered between his successor and that demon that couldn't even be called a man anymore. Surely this was a sick joke, his imagination creating connections.

There was an explanation for this, something besides the sudden, sickening truth. There was no way. He would have noticed before.

Midoriya looked far too much like his father.

"You're All Might?" All for One asked, feigning curiosity. His face morphed into a smug smile as he watched the realization cross Toshinori face. He put a hand on Midoriya's shoulder, leaning past his son to hold out his hand to the former hero.

"How nice to meet you. I'm Izuku's father, Midoriya Hisashi."

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