CHAPTER 4: Yagi Toshinori
What a shame, he thinks as he looks over Dagobah beach, observing with somber eyes at the tragic mess dumping had turned the coast into. It had gotten much worse since his last visit.
The years had not been kind to the municipal beach.
Old, rusted appliances were stacked high on the once sparkly clean sand; bags of trash, busted tires and kitchen apparatus piled together to form pyramids of rusty metal, sun-bleached plastic and broken glass. Toshinori was pretty sure he saw a car or two buried under the debris.
I should clean it. He thinks as he peers at the horizon, gauging from the bench he was sitting on just how far the dumping site stretched.
That idea had merit. It would be a good gesture for the community, and it could be a worthwhile pastime for the next few months. The property value around the beach must have gone down with each new mount of trash and from the lack of a clean up crew minding their way through the waste, the municipality likely didn't have the funds to pay for it's removal.
Yes, he should do it. As a hero, no, as a decent human being, it was his responsibility to help those in need when he had the ability to do so. The dump site had to be a biological hazard for anyone brave enough to walk on the beach. Worse so, with the ground littered in small pieces of glass and twisted metal a wandering child could be severely injured if they ambled on the beach.
Plus, it would take his mind off the utter lunacy he was about to undergo.
Toshinori lets his head drop with a exhausted sigh. Goodness, Nedzu could be one persistent, vicious little mouse. He'd all but gradually worn Toshinori down over the years and here he was now, back in Musutafu to teach at the school he'd graduated from.
As expected of the principal of one of Japan's top hero schools.
It won't be that bad, he consoles himself. I'll be looking after the next generation. Maybe my successor is amongst them.
He feels his heart lift at the hopeful thought.
While he still had several years left as the Symbol of Peace, he didn't wish the next user of One for All to go through what he did. Unlike him, they would have Toshinori at their side at every step, training them until they graduated and became pro heroes. Only when they would be able to stand on their own two feet would Toshinori step aside and let them shine.
Teaching young heroes would prepare him for the day he found his successor. And since he was back in this sector of Japan, that meant he was only a train ride away from Hosu. Maybe he could pay Gran Torino a visit and ask tips from his former homeroom teacher on how to educate the next batch of pro-heroes-
Wait.
No.
Just.
No.
What little excitement he was able to muster was promptly drowned in terror at the memory of the elder pro-hero.
Better just send a letter.
It would be more polite and keep Toshinori out of range from his former teacher.
Sighing, he shakes his head at his own reaction. How pathetic he was, a fully grown man shaking at the thought of encountering the elderly hero. But Gran Torino wasn't just any retired hero; age would never dull his senses or make him softer. Toshinori would bet his entire fortune that stepping onto his former teacher's doorstep after all these years of not seeing each other was asking for the tongue-lashing of a lifetime.
Or at the very least, in Gran Torino's own vocabulary, he'd get a foot up his ass for not visiting for so long.
Yes, a letter would be more adequate. And safer.
(Gran Torino could be old and grey and in a wheelchair, Toshinori would still fear for his own safety being around the elder hero.)
He shifts in the bench, folding his arms on his lap as his thoughts strayed away from his terror of the former homeroom teacher. His gaze focused on the beach -on the sun dipping low in the sky, brushing against the horizon yet not quite there. The seagulls shrieked over his head, calling out to each other in a faint cacophony that melded with the sound of the lapsing waves and the salt-heavy smell of the sea.
Despite this, Toshinori's uneasiness didn't quite go away.
Instead it dragged on, a tiny something tugging at his attention and leaving him incapable of relaxing. This feeling nipped at the back of Toshinori's head, making him shift on his seat, uncertain. After years of training, he'd learned to identify this feeling.
There was no doubting it. He was being watched.
A villain?
Toshinori tenses slightly at the idea, tucking the collar of his tan coat higher up to shield his face. No, unlikely to be a criminal. If they were confident enough to follow him around, then they would be facing Toshinori. He'd had a few of those cocky villains during his career, trying to jump him when he'd least expect it. The fights always ended the same; their pride always got the best of them.
No, for the lack of commotion it had to be a civilian.
Had someone seen through his disguise? He did have a stature few could match, and his golden blond hair was as trademark of All Might as was his smile or his booming laugh.
Furtively looking around, the pro-hero quickly spots his culprit.
A small, green-haired boy was propped against the railing several feet away from him, watching the beach silently. He's alone. Toshinori almost writes the child off as just a onlooker -but then he catches the quick, furtive glance of blue eyes towards his direction that seal the deal. This was his watcher.
Toshinori takes a moment to observe him in return. With his size, he looks as if he was barely reaching thirteen years. Tiny, with a mop of green hair and a sharp form that was swamped by the dark hoodie he wore.
To be paying so much attention to a stranger, the boy must have recognized him. Toshinori was pretty confident with his tan overcoat, matching hat and soft pastel pink scarf, but he'd learned not to underestimate fans after one of them somehow made it past security and he'd woken up in his apartment to see a random woman watching him sleep.
(Just the reminder makes him shudder internally.)
This civilian didn't look like he was going to make Toshinori sleep with the lights on for the next few weeks, though. If anything, with his small stature and gaunt body he looked like a mild breeze might knock him over and land him in the hospital.
It couldn't possibly hurt to talk to him; the only thing in his schedule for this afternoon was getting groceries, so he had plenty of time.. Toshinori had had his fair share of young, shy fans -a few minutes talking to him would make their day. Boost their morale and motivate them to make the best of the next few weeks.
Hopefully, this would be the case.
Mind made up and the beginning of a smile tugging at his lips, the pro-hero rises up from the bench and walks over to the child. The boy makes no move to walk away from Toshinori, who leans against the railing at his side.
For a moment they just stand there, watching the sunlight reflecting off the piles of trash. Seagulls crow over their heads, sharp beady eyes looking for scraps of food hidden amongst the cluttered beach.
The child moves at his side, drawing Toshinori's attention back to him. The boy's head turns towards him and the pro-hero's smile wavers when their gazes met.
Blue.
He's startled by the bright, unusual fractal patterns blooming from the center of the child's eyes, sharp and brilliant and demanding attention. He'd seen a lot in his life, but at the sight of the spinning wheels -and they were spinning, how did that even work- the friendly greeting that was about to leave his lips dies on the spot.
They seem to draw him in with the way they spun inside the child's eyesockets, demanding his attention. Now only feet away from the boy, he could now see that there was green in those eyes, just barely poking out around the edges of the irises. The grass-green color was almost invisible next to the vibrant blue.
It's only when that intense gaze moves off him that he realizes he was holding his breath.
'It's alright." The boy tells him gently, not looking at Toshinori. There's a hint of a sheepish grin on his lips, as if he was amused by the hero's rather impolite reaction. "I get that a lot. It's overwhelming."
Toshinori swallows. How impolite of him, to openly gape at the boy's Quirk in such a way. Truly not his best moment. "...my apologies, young one."
"Midoriya."
"Ah." Toshinori bows his head apologetically. "My apologies then, young Midoriya."
There's a twitch that travels the child's body. Small, barely there; unnoticeable if he hadn't been examining the boy so closely. Their eyes met again, and Toshinori swears he catches a flash of sorrow in that strange, luminous gaze before it's quickly suppressed.
"I'm sorry for spying on you, All Might." Ah, there it was. He was right, he had been recognized. "I didn't want to bother you. You looked like you have a lot in your mind."
Maybe it was how harmless the boy looked in his too big hoodie and the baggy pants. Or perhaps, it was the serene aura wrapped like a comfortable wool shawl around the child, seeping into Toshinori's body and settling as a pleasant warmth in his bones just as easily as his blue eyes caught his attention in a steel grip.
Either way, it was disarmingly easy for Toshinori to let the words flow out.
"I'm starting a new job soon. Teaching." It was strange that he was telling the child this, someone he barely knew, but for some reason the words tumbled out with ease. Maybe it was just how calm Midoriya was in his presence, a contrast from the usual behavior of Toshinori's younger fans. He was more used to the screaming and over excited, trembling children begging for his autograph. "I'm….hesitant. I worked with children before, but not in this setting."
Midoriya nods along to his words, the messy green bangs bouncing atop of his head. It looked like a little garden bush; Toshinori was half expecting one of the seagulls to try and land on his head. Distantly, he noted that they matched the green in his eyes.
"Yuuei?"
His mind stutters. Toshinori startles, looking at the green haired boy in alarm. How? Figuring out who he was was one thing -Naomasa always said his disguising skills had much to answer for- but this?
Taking in the pro-hero's gobsmacked expression, Midoriya smiles sheepishly. The fractals in his eyes give a lazy spin. "I don't think a middle school could catch your attention." The teen denotes, waving a hand. "It's obvious."
While surprising, it wasn't wasn't that alarming. His new position would be announced in only a month after all. It didn't hurt that the Midoriya knew this.
Still.
Sharp boy. All Might chuckles, faintly embarrassed. "Right. It is obvious, now that I think about it." He coughs.
Another nod from the green haired boy, then silence.
A seagull calls out in the distance.
"How about we take a walk?" Midoriya suddenly speaks up, back straightening as he turns to Toshinori. "I find that stretching my legs is a good way to get the brain juices flowing."
It's out of left field, but for some reason Toshinori still takes a moment to think this over. He had nothing to do today,how could it hurt?
The boy must have seen his answer on his face, for the child gives him a smile that Toshinori was pretty sure could eclipse the sun.
"So, what were you saying about Yuuei?"
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.
.
"I think...you worry too much."
Of all things, that was not was he was expecting.
"Truly? Teaching the next generations of heroes is important." Toshinori defends as they walk down a street, minding to keep their voices low. Just because he was talking to a random civilian about this didn't mean he wanted the whole of Japan to overhear. "If I cannot step up and succeed, I might cause irreparable damage to my students and Japan as a whole."
Midoriya bobs his head. "If you think of it that way, yes. But you're overthinking it."
Toshinori's steps faltered -if only for a moment. Huh. Is he?
"What do you mean?"
Midoriya hums.
"Have you read on the other heroes on staff? Midnight or Snipe?" Toshinori offers his a questioning glance, to which the boy waves him off. "While they had more sidekicks than you've had at any one time, they didn't go through a regular education to learn how to teaching. They learned on the job, alongside their peers." Midoriya tilts his head towards the sky. The sapphire blue of the sunny afternoon only intensified the colour of his strange eyes. "See what I mean?"
Maybe.
"You're already good at public speaking." Midoriya continues, his voice barely drifting into Toshinori's ears through the screeches of traffic and the usual sounds of a city landscape. "So it's not like you will have a issue addressing them. Plus, you're All Might. They'll listen."
That I don't doubt. At least his status as the Number One would aid him that aspect, but what was left was the fact Toshinori had no idea what would come out of his mouth.
"The issue is that I don't know what I would say." Toshinori informed his companion with a sigh. Nervous, he runs a hand through his hair and nearly knocking his hat off in the process. He scrambles for a bit to right it before someone takes note. "I've mostly dealt with sidekicks and fully licensed heroes; I've never had to address heroes in training."
Which was true. All Might rarely interacted with the lower tier heroes, high on their success and bushy tailed from being fresh out of school, still somewhat innocent to what hero work truly entailed. While he enjoyed mundane work when patrolling, ultimately his role as the highest ranked hero in Japan put him in a position where his coworkers were strong, seasoned heroes who had years under their belt and thus, were already fully prepared for anything Toshinori would throw at them.
The closest he had come to interacting with heroes in training would be the occasional speeches at festivals and similar events.
This was vastly different from supervising and being responsable of their growth.
"Well," Midoriya let the word hang between the two of them. "You could always pick up a book. The bookstore down in the sixth avenue currently has a twenty percent discount on Teaching for Dummies."
Toshinori shot him a look that the boy didn't catch, too busy looking ahead. That was...almost disturbingly precise knowledge. The way Midoriya spoke, he was referring to that particular book having the discount and not a store wide event.
Or maybe he was overthinking that as well.
Either way, Toshinori filled this little tidbit of information away for later. Instead of voicing his confusion out, he politely nodded and kept on walking.
Truly, Midoriya was something else. The quiet young boy offers his ears to him and a bit guiltingly Toshinori takes advantage of it. Toshinori spoke of Yuuei, of his worry about the security of the school, of how unprepared he felt at the prospect of teaching a entire class of heroes.
Nedzu had ultimately won the war, but Toshinori didn't feel ready even with the white flag having already been waved.
There's a part of him that notes how dangerous it was, for him to tell a random civilian about how he felt -think of the newspapers you daft boy, a voice not unlike Gran Torino's grumbles in his head- but Toshinori doesn't think this child would prove those worries right and run to the nearest news outlet.
He has no concrete evidence of this -it's just that Midoriya was just easy to talk to.
A person he didn't know, but he didn't have to worry about as long as he kept his word vague. There were few people he could speak to about this, and strangely, Midoriya with his calming presence jumped over all the hoops and managed to earn himself the position of listener.
Today he had been thinking of going to the supermarket and buying groceries, but conversing with this young boy was proving to be a wonderful alternative. Toshinori had forgotten what it was like to just relax and take in the sights.
The company wasn't bad, not at all. He steals a glance at the boy at his side while they waited for the light to turn green. Midoriya's looking at a fallen, rusty can of soda in a way that, with the slight tilt of his head, reminded Toshinori of a stalking cat staring at a bird.
The way his strange, fractal-patterned eyes spun like little wheels only made his stare seem all the more seem to do it at random intervals, but something told Toshinori there was some logic to this madness he had yet to crack.
Suddenly straightening, Midoriya shakes his head and walks closer to Toshinori's side, using the man's imposing stature to break through the faint crowd gathering at the edge of the street.
By doing that, he accidentally kicked the can, sending it rolling forward. Toshinori winces a bit as it catches on the foot of a impatient man yelling in his phone, making him stumble just as he was about to cross the empty street, forcing him to stop. The business man snarls and starts screaming louder into his phone, taking out his fury on whatever poor soul was on the other side of the call. The people around him shy away, grimacing at the distasteful language.
At the same time a speeding car rushes through, the driver completely ignoring the red light.
Toshinori stares.
Midoriya hums at his side, those strange eyes of him spinning lazily again. His small form was swaying side to side gently to the beat of a nearby store's loud music as he waited with Toshinori for the light to turn green, completely oblivious to the pro-hero's perturbed stare. Each tiny shake of his head made the green curls of his hair bounce merily.
The light finally turns green, but instead of walking forward, Midoriya turns to the left. He tugs on the sleeve of Toshinori's coat, who was still looking at the can. He barely feels the child's grip through the cloth.
"Let's cross the street." Midoriya asks politely.
Numbly, Toshinori follows, dragging his eyes away from the abandoned can like it held some strange fabled secret it refused to divulge. They cross the street, and with so many people walking around he can't see the can anymore, nor the man with the phone.
Neither of them speak.
By now they were just wandering through the city, but it was comfortable silence.
Toshinori sensed their time was drawing to a close and while a part of him was chargined, another larger part of him was looking forward to it. There was just so much to do. Midoriya had given him much to think on and despite his earlier anxiousness that had permeated in his bones ever since he'd folded to Nedzu, the blonde felt far more relaxed and at ease - the task ahead didn't feel monumental anymore -well, still a tiny bit- but something he was almost eager to face.
Unfortunately, this inner peace lasted until he heard a woman screaming.
He immediately scanned the street while stepping forward, putting the young child behind him. Midoriya makes no noise of discomfort or fear, only poking his head out from behind Toshinori like a interested cat. Distantly, the blonde hero notes how those bright blue eyes were spinning madly -far faster than when they were just walking around.
He files that away for later.
If they ever met again.
This might have been a day off for him -but as a hero, he could not just sit idly by. Toshinori was All Might, and he would eagerly step up to help in any way that he could. Even if it meant cutting one of his rare days of rest short.
"I think you should go home, young Midoriya." Toshinori tells the young child as he watches a thief rush through the sidewalk, shoving civilians out of the way. The man seemed to be made of a slime-like substance; what passed as a arm was wrapped around a thick black bag, from which hastily stuffed money spilled out.
Unbeknownst to the criminal, he was running straight towards the Symbol of Peace.
Toshinori was really glad they had crossed the street. It put him straight in the path of the villain.
The teen hummed at his side, unperturbed by the chaos heading their way. Maybe it was because Toshinori was towering in front of him, ready for a fight -but still, it was uncanny how he stared ahead, eyes a bit too wide yet still so calm. An owl wrapped in a human package.
"I think I should." Midoriya agrees with his words, nodding. "I'll see you."
(Where was the around in that sentence?)
Toshinori takes his eyes off the villain long enough to give the child a thumbs up. "I hope we meet again, young one!"
He barely catches the way the boy's lips tug upwards in a stiggled smile. It makes his eyes flutter and the corners of them crinkle. "Yes," He tells Toshinori, branching away from the pro hero and away from the inevitable fight. "We will! Please take care of yourself, All Might."
Then he's gone, safely disappearing amongst the crowd of civilians.
Toshinori really hopes he will see him in Yuuei.
When he turns back to the villain, his smile shifts into a fearsome grin as he tosses his hat off and drops his overcoat off to the side, folding it on a nearby parking meter to keep it from getting dirty.
The comical whimpered sound the slime-man makes at the sight of Toshinori's trademark golden hair and familiar face is almost not human. The criminal dropped the bag of money and tried veering into a alleyway to the left to avoid the approaching Number One hero, but All Might was faster.
Unfortunately for him, there was no place to hide.
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Izuku hums all the way home.
He's not in the best shape physically. He's a bit cold, his joints and especially his legs ache from hours of walking that his bed bound body wasn't used to, but overall it was worth it and he's in a bit of a high as he makes his way off the train. The day was drawing to a close; the clouds over his head were shaded orange and yellow from the setting sun.
There's a spring in Izuku's steps that he can't fight back, just like the grin on his face.
All Might.
He met All Might.
Izuku's tiny little heart was about to give out from the excitement. Yagi Toshinori had been everything he'd known he would be and somehow, more than the amalgamate mass of information Omniscience had jammed into his skull.
Seeing the man and actually being in his presence were two very different things, Izuku finds.
Now he knew why all those others held Toshinori so dear to their hearts.
-why are-
-came here to apologize-
… I was wrong.
You can be a hero.
His smile thins as Omniscience revs up, memory fragments from his last slip crawling up to the front of his mind like unwanted weed and just as tenacious. The happy buzz that had filled Izuku's limbs and smoothed away the pain slowly ebbed, leaving behind the prickly sensation of something sharp and too warm poking him in the back of his eyes.
His shoulders drop unconsciously and he tucks his hoodie back up over his head to shield his face.
It's painful, to be so close. To see what the other ones had. To see what he'd been robbed of.
And yet-
He had quite the stake in All Might.
(Always had since that day.
Since he was nine and he stumbled into Musutafu's eastern station, trembling, ill from the pills he'd stolen from his mom's purse and choked on in his haste to leave, clutching what few yen he had left from the train and screaming for Naomasa Tsukauchi to come quick, there's no time he was going to slip again-
-and all the while he could only hold onto his side as he howled the man's name and his body burned, tilting and swaying with delirium and he could still feel the blood, could feel the pain in his head in his eyes in his ribs oh god the wound was too big where-)
Izuku stops.
Squeezes his eyes shut.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
He repeated those words solemnly under his breath, following the instructions until his heartbeat quelled to something more manageable. Until he could relax and force his muscles to uncoil, until the tenseness in his muscles eased/
It's only when the white noise fogging his mind drained away that he distantly noted how the fingers of his right hand were digging into the flesh of his left side. Izuku stares at it for the longest of times. He's only distantly aware of the pain -the pain his body was in in the present.
(Over the years, it had become harder and harder to separate what feelings were his and what were a product of his Quirk.)
If he squinted hard enough, prodded Omniscience enough, he could still see the blood.
He starts walking again.
Izuku reaches his destination in silence. The hospital staff's relief is evident when they spot him going through the front door.
(Maybe they were just glad to not have to face a impending lawsuit.)
He's hauled out of the main room by a frantic doctor and herded to his floor. While he answers his questions -no, my heart's fine, my legs hurt a bit but I'm not gonna kneel over sir and no, I don't need a wheelchair- Izuku doesn't miss how there were two more staff members on either side of him, like they were expecting him to bolt away at any moment.
If he was in a better mood, he would have commented on that. Did they truly believe he was in any physical state to be able to outrun-
"Deku!"A voice suddenly ran out through the hospital floor, the shout making the earth quiver beneath their feet like a terrible omen.
The face of the doctor in front of Izuku drained itself of all of it's blood in recognition.
The green haired boy blinks, the gears in his head working slowly as he identified the noise -or rather, it's owner. His heart jumps both with thrilled fear and joy.
Oh dear.
I wonder if he's gonna stick me in a tower. Then again, where would he get the dragon though.
(Well, if anyone went and found a mythical creature just for the sole purpose of making a point, it would be Kacchan.)
Izuku slowly spins around on his heels, immediately spotting a mass of ash blond hair all but barreling towards him. Nurses, doctors, patients and even visitors pressed themselves against the walls of the hallway to avoid the living cannonball headed the green haired boy's way. It's somewhat comical, to see full grown adults fleeing from a young teenager, parting like the Red Sea in front of the blonde.
But then again, said young teenager's palms were exhuming smoke and barely restrained explosions sparked at his fingertips, so it was understandable that they would choose to live instead of risking getting mowed over by the living breathing walking disaster of a human being that was Bakugo Katsuki.
Perking up at the approaching boy, Izuku waves at him. It was fascinating, truly, how easily his friend unknowingly chased away the darkness of Omniscience's omens by just being his normal, fiery self.
"Kacchan!" He chirps, barely blinking at the ensuing explosion and the reflexive snarl.
"Fuck you!"
Truly a sweet welcome.
Heaving and exhuming smoke out of his ears, Katsuki reaches him in no time. He stops abruptly right in front of Izuku instead of knocking him over like he would to any other person who made him wait, ever mindful of Izuku's health.
It didn't spare the blue-eyed boy from getting smacked upside the head.
"Ow." Izuku winces, leaning away from his looming friend. "Kacchan, really...?"
"Yes!" Katsuki's hands weren't sparking anymore, but there was some residual heat Izuku could feel from two feet away. "Where the fuck did you go, Deku?! "
Izuku smiles faintly at this, ignoring a nearby nurse's horrified expression. By now the doctor and the staff tending to him had scurried away, all to used but at the same time not to Katsuki's particular brand of care.
With the blond's intervention, they were probably glad to have the opportunity to drop off Izuku to Katsuki and just not deal with him.
(He totally was the hospital's residential hot potato, wasn't he?)
"Out." He ultimately tells the fuming boy. Oh look, a eye twitch. Scratch the tower, he was going to be locked inside a fortified castle deep in a cave in the ocean. Logic aside, Kacchan would totally be able to pull it off. "Don't worry, nothing happened!"
The dubious, infuriated look the blonde offered in response made Izuku's insides squirm. For the boy who complained about Inko's patented Look of Disappointment, he somehow managed to pull it off quite well, though with a extra side dish of anger.
"Nothing happened my ass." Katsuki finally muttered after a moment, his expression not unlike that of a cat when forced through a bath. He reached forward and grabbed Izuku by the wrist, dragging him away from his escort. The staff seemed all too eager to watch him go.
After a few years of being their patient, they'd long since learned that only his mother, the Bakugos and Naomasa stood any chance at wrangling him.
Izuku let himself get dragged off. For all of his brash, forceful nature, his childhood friend's grip was surprisingly light and firm; he wasn't dragging the green haired boy as much as steering him towards the right direction.
"You got here early." He commented idly as Katsuki speed-walked down the hall, scaring people out of the way with his presence. "How was your day?"
"The fuck are you asking." Kacchan mutters under his breath. "My day was boring as shit."
"Hmm. Might be the lack of slime molestation." He watches as the explosive blonde nearly trips over his own two feet and snaps his head around to look at him.
"What?"
"What?" Izuku parrots back.
Katsuki glares at the cheeky response, eyebrow lifted questioningly. Izuku returns his gaze, forcing his expression to be as blank as humanly possible.
After a few seconds, Katsuki shakes his head and grunts in defeat. "Whatever. Fucking lunatic."
The smallest of the two stifles a grin. While the most tolerant of Izuku's strange dialect save his own mother, even the explosive blond had his limits.
"By the way, nerd." Katsuki suddenly speaks up with a grunt as he pushes the door of Izuku's bedroom open. "Mitsuki was in the room when Aunt Inko got the call. You're fucked."
Izuku's eyes snap open.
Shit.
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Midoriya's long gone by the time he finishes apprehending the slime villain.
Toshinori weights the empty bottle of soda he'd used to contain the unconscious criminal, watching the two beady yellow eyes roll through the muck with just the faintest tinge of disgust and fascination. It was interesting, what Quirks could do nowadays.
It makes his mind drift back to the boy who had somehow managed to quell his worries within a hour of meeting.
Maybe he'll have the chance to see him at Yuuei in a few years. With eyes like that, he must have a unique Quirk to match.
Toshinori hoped he would be good enough of a teacher by then to guide the boy forward. With the calm way he reacted to the villain, his ability to lend a ear, Midoriya already showed a few attributes of what it took to be a hero.
'I'll see you.'
A peculiar phrase from a peculiar child. He can't fight off the tiny fond grin at the memory. Well, if young Midoriya said so, then there was no need to ponder over this after all. Toshinori was no fortune teller, but he had the faintest feeling that they would meet again.
And until then...
Well.
Who knew.
In the meantime, there were things he had to attend. Things All Might needed to turn his attention to. Toshinori clutches his coat tighter around himself as he walks away from the scene, the villains secure in his grasp. He had a friend to meet and questions that needed answering and for once…
He tosses the soda bottle in the air and deftly catches it again.
...Naomasa didn't have a excuse not to meet him face to face. He had some questions for his old friend that desperately needed answering. Namely, that mysterious little friend of his.
Argh, this chapter was nearly ready like two weeks ago and I didn't get around finishing like one paragraph I couldn't for the love of me get out. At least next chapter is like, almost done, so I got that going for me.
So one thing about Omniscience; while it's Op asf, it's also very much nerfed by it's drawbacks. As shown in this chapter, while the slips are the most obvious issue, Izuku also suffers from having difficulty separating himself from what he sees for sometimes, it's through someone else's eyes and if they are getting gored like canon All Might got, that is gonna stick with a kid. And this is only one instance Izuku gets dropped into someone else's shoes. There's much worse ahead :/
For those waiting on Stygian Fire, that drops this weekend, sorry for the long wait. My jawbone keeps snapping out of alignment when I talk or eat and I'm the slightest bit miffed about it. It makes it hard to concentrate on anything :/ Apparently I might need surgery, yay.
Any mistakes in this chapter please comment, I'll get it fixed tomorrow when I get back from school.
Next Chapter:
Omniscience made him see too much, too fast. Maybe that's why Izuku didn't spot the snake hiding in the grass until it was too late.