I'm merging "World Recovering" and "Dylan Meterro: Origin" - not a total rewrite, just to give a better first impression.

A WORLD RECOVERING :: PROLOGUE

The events at Camino Ward dealt All-Might a serious blow. His pyrrhic victory came at great cost. The villain, All-For-One, exposed his frailty, and now his disability, not only to the common civilians, but to villains and heroes across the world. In the immediate aftermath Japan was left reeling at the loss of one of the most iconic heroes of the past decade, possibly in the history of Heroics as a profession, of that there was no doubt. Their problems weren't isolated though, in the United States and Europe, similar situations would soon come to a head. If the lead hero in a country could be bested, even someone with the renown of All-Might could be crippled, and forced out of the job, then other Pro heroes would have to step up and many governments feared that some of theirs would not be able to keep up. This led to several acts of desperation to crackdown on villain activity before the villains struck first, not all of them worked.

Some time has passed since the events at Camino Ward, and somehow Japan and the wider world as a whole made it through. The world quite simply went on, even though many countries walked on a knife's edge, Several major countries faced down protests and petitions to restrict or even prohibit Quirk-use outright by anyone but the military, or much worse stared down the threat of Quirk-enhanced civil wars.

There were without a doubt threats to this shaky peace, often times with a now worldwide Villain's Gallery pulling strings to try to offset any gains made by any one country's hero associations, but the world continued to progress, sometimes burying the failures and successes of the past, for better or worse. All the while a new generation of heroes aim to keep the villains of the world at bay and look to succeed the now retired Symbol of Peace...

DYLAN METERRO :: ORIGIN

Outer West Side Chicago, Medinah, Illinois - 3 years after All-Might's fight in Camino Ward

"Dammit!" Glancing at his watch, a young man in bright orange polo shirt swore, sprinting after chaining up his bike towards a set of double doors. Even using Overclock on his way there to speed up his reflexes and try to accelerate his movement, the young man somehow managed to be late to work again. He begrudgingly fixed his apron and hat after he walked in the store-front and braced for the worst.

"Late again, aren't we, Mets?" That was the third time this month, he was lucky his manager hadn't fired him a week ago after missing more than half of one of his shifts.

"I'm sorry, Dan, I'll try not to let it happen again." Dylan Meterro, quickly heading back to the counter and washing up to join the rest of his crew, knew what was coming later that evening.

"If it weren't for your quirk being as useful as it is here..." Dan trailed off as more orders came up. What his boss implied didn't bode well for Dylan, but the rush was underway so he had a little bit of breathing room before things hit the fan. Since graduation Dylan hadn't really been in touch with many of his old friends from school, but had kept busy working at a restaurant just on the edge of what could be called Chicago-proper. He had worked at "Leon's" since the end of his sophomore year of high school, working as a busser and dishwasher throughout. Recently he had been making his way up into the prep-kitchen and even served customers at the end of the night after the rest of the servers had left, it was rough work, but it kept him busy. Overclock worked wonders for him not just in this job, before his quirk manifested the then fifteen-year-old had been a standout in school for the longest time, but Overclock's mental acceleration aspect improved it exponentially. This only continued to translate into more and more advanced classes as Dylan was soon set to attend one of the best regional Quirk Studies schools in the area. Even with college courses on his docket, Dylan barely had to try to keep even with his classmates. But the ease, no, the simplicity of the past was going to remain there.

At the end of his freshman year of college, just over a year ago, there was, to say the least, disaster. A duo of incredibly powerful monstrosities escaped a Biological Quirk Studies laboratory and wrecked the campus, killing several hundred people before being wrecked themselves by the star of the Chi-town Hero Agency- and the #1 hero in the U.S.- Warhammer.
With federal funding all but gone after the clear breach in human biological study's ethics, not to mention the numerous civil suits being levied and *Federal* criminal charges that the project leads faced, the Midwestern Quirk Studies Institute was shut down, and by the end of the investigation, a small handful of it's staff and board members had been revealed to be Villain's Gallery sympathizers, if not members themselves, and had been locked in prison

Dylan shuddered. He didn't like remembering it so vividly, his being on the third floor of the Support Engineering Wing that day. He had finished his laboratory prep ahead of the rest of his team and had snuck a glance out to the campus commons, only to see two jet black muscled monstrosities standing almost at attention while a third figure pointed at the Campus Administration Tower. WAIT, his brain threw up a bright red flag, as quickly realizing the error as he had made it on the order he had just set to cook, the twenty year old scaled back using Overclock for a minute, and passed most of the rush like the rest of his co-workers. A mental fog just skirted the edge of his consciousness now if he didn't use Overclock to accelerate his own cognition, but overusing it was the reason he could only manage four hour shifts before outright collapsing from exhaustion. The first time it happened, his boss and co-workers definitely hadn't been happy when they found him passed out in the dining room he was supposed to clean.

Ultimately his quirk both limited him and held him aloft. This often led to him having little interest in talking with those who couldn't keep up with him, and his co-workers often repaid him in kind.

Dylan Meterro was always a bit of a loner, a fan of Heroes but never quite wanting a piece of that life. His intelligence had quickly made him the favorite of the jocks in middle school and high school, but often for the wrong reasons, namely them trying to cheat off of him and Dylan inevitably confronting them about it. Dylan ended up often involved in scuffles even getting into one for goading one of the Football players from MQSI a year before he was admitted to the school. But no matter how quickly they moved, Dylan would for all intents and purposes push into something he often jokingly called Overclock-Beyond and not only enhance his cognition but his reaction ability as well. He had either been able to outrun or out-think most who tried foolishly to throw a punch in his direction, and Dylan wouldn't lie if asked whether or not he smiled at every bully who had ended up face first in a mud puddle at the end of their bouts
Dylan was full of mirth and energy, even after his late arrival and quirk overuse, for a handful of reasons, one, the thought of one of his face-down bullies, and two, the rush was over. Dylan's mirth quickly evaporated when he realized Dan was gesturing for him to head upstairs to the office...

"Suspended?!"

"Until you can learn to show up on time. I've got way too many people who need the hours you're literally throwing away. I've talked it over with Marcus, he's giving you the next two weeks to figure out how, not that it should take you a minute." Dan looked away from his scolded charge to the desk. He wouldn't lie to Dylan, this was an issue, the boy worked some 25 hours a week at Leon's just enough for him to cover base on the dinner rush and into the early evening, and he had three or four solid hires just waiting to take Dylan's position, and the other managers weren't so tightly lipped.

"No." Dylan looked back at Dan and met his scolding glare, this fire in his eyes seemingly from nowhere, "Dan, I've worked here for-"

"Three years. Dylan, you've worked for Marcus Leon and I for coming up on three years, but ever since that business at MQSI, you've almost seemed like a different person. That steady hand moving quickly and doing what needed to be done, it was shaken. I don't know by what, and if half the stories are true then I don't want to. I don't know how I can put this other than I've seen you do better, I know you are better than this, and I'm giving you some time to cool off and figure it out for yourself.

"That's not what I meant, Dan," Dylan locked gaze with his boss, putting to words that flame not kindled by disdain for work. If anything Dylan would often give one-hundred-ten percent when everyone else needed it. This flame was that of curiosity, of what the world might hold for him if he stretched out, something he hadn't done in quite a while, "I meant that I had worked here for so long. Even with college, I've seen so little, and I need to branch out."

"So, should I-"

"Consider this my two week notice."

AAAAAAAND CHAPTER. Hope you all enjoyed this one, more is on the way soon!