Izuku had a wide smile on his face as he sat down at the kitchen table, and Inko Midoriya wondered why her son was so happy. Not that she minded of course, it was way better than the usual 'sad but I won't tell you why and if you ask, I will say everything is fine' mood, but also a little concerning. She shook her head. He had also insisted for her to not cook dinner yet, for some reason. She wondered if he wanted to order take-out, but that would be a bit out of character for her child.

"Soooo… Someone is happy tonight. I'm surprised considering what happened with that villain. You know you are going to get a punishment for almost giving me a heart attack and then making me flood the neighbors' living room with tears of relief, right?"

"Y-Yes mom, of course!"

"Good." She smiled and ruffled his green hair a bit. The same color of Hisashi's own. "So, what has you so happy tonight?"

"U-Uhm, actually it's a surprise!" He replied, and she raised an eyebrow. Not her birthday, and it wasn't any anniversary either. If Izuku had a friend, he hadn't mentioned him to her – unless that friend was Katsuki, who however never showed up at their house for some reason – and he definitely didn't find a girlfriend. God, she wanted her boy to find a girlfriend – or boyfriend, but she was fairly sure she knew which gender her son favored – so much. It would allow him to finally break from his shell and gain confidence, and it would also put her at ease knowing someone else loved him and would care for him.

Also bragging to Mitsuki on her son finding a girlfriend before the woman's would have been fun, admittedly.

"Well alright son. How long will we have to wait?" She asked, and on que, the doorbell rang. Izuku's excitement at that was palpable and her own heart skipped a beat. Was it possible? Did a girlfriend actually appear?

She walked to the door, Izuku in tow, and carefully opened the door.

There, in a white suit with a messy green tie, his green hair tied back in an elegant man bun, stood her husband, Hisashi Midoriya, with a suitcase to his side and a larger bag behind his back. "Hello dear." He said, extending the hand that, she now noticed, was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Inko immediately unlocked the door and hugged her husband. "Oh Hisashi, it's been nine whole months this time."

"I know honey, but work has been murder." He replied with a sigh, hugging her for a long minute before raising his eyes, "Now, do you mind if I give a look at my boy?"

"Oh, of course." Inko smiled and held his hand while Izuku walked forward and hugged his father.

"Hello dad."

"Hello son." He smiled, "How is my little boy?"

"Come on dad, I'm taller."

"Dear, no offense, but no one in our family is 'tall'." He replied with an amused look, and it was true. Hisashi, the tallest member of the family, was only around 170 centimeters tall, which was average but nothing more. Izuku knew he would probably grow to that height as well, or maybe even stay shorter like his mom. "I'm glad to see you. Actually, I have something I'd like to talk with you about, but I'd have to take you with me."

Inko's eyes froze on him. "Dear?"

"Don't worry honey. It's a last-minute agreement. A colleague has discovered I was coming home and has asked to meet my son. I figured he would be fine with it." He smiled again, ruffling Izuku's hair, "I know this sounds like work, but I also have good news to balance this one."

"I'm listening." Inko's tone had grown clearly colder, and Izuku almost choked loudly on his breath. His mother never sounded cold.

"I'm staying in Japan for the foreseeable future!" He replied.

Inko's eyes went wide and her tone shifted back to normal. "You are?! Oh Hisashi, that's amazing!" She hugged him again, and he returned it in full. They exchanged a few words whispering, stuff Izuku couldn't here, then his father started speaking loudly again.

"Yes, it seems that for a while our business will be handled from this side of the ocean. In fact, one of my employees is waiting for me right now in the car. Shall we go Izuku?"

Izuku looked at his mom, that sighed. "Don't worry dear, go spend some time with your dad. You will tell me how that goes later."

"Of course, mom. Thank you!" He smiled and after his father had placed the suitcase back in his room, he walked outside – with a smaller suitcase in hand, clearly the work one – and headed down the stairs, followed by Izuku, waving at his wife.

He led Izuku to a rather large and elegant black car, complete with a chauffeur. "I didn't know your job came with a car!" Izuku commented, sitting down next to his father in the back sit. The man smiled.

"There is a lot you don't know about me Izuku. It's my fault of course, I should have been there more for you. Unfortunately, I fear my job might have taken away my role as a father to you. So now, I'm going to introduce you to my world. I'm sure you will love it."

Izuku nodded stiffly. His father's thought was nice, but according to his mom he was an administrator for a large company. She had never given too many details, but Izuku knew it wasn't a Hero-related business, so he never tried to dig into it too much. "Uhm, dad, did mom tell you I'm…"

"Planning to be a Hero? Of course, dear, and I totally support it. But just in case, you should know what my work is."

'Just in case I don't make it like I probably would have.' He thought. Of course, his father didn't know about All Might's Quirk (no one did) but knowing he didn't believe in him stung.

The car suddenly stopped and Izuku looked outside. "Uhm… Where are we?"

"Why, we are going to get your suit."

Izuku froze.

Of course, he would need a suit, that was the basis of dressing elegantly. It was clear dad's company wanted him to look at his best.

But a suit meant his worst enemy would be there too.

"And a tie?" He asked, glancing at Hisashi's own messy tie.

"Of course son. I took the freedom of ordering one in advance." Hisashi smiled.

"How did you know my measures?"

"Oh, I asked a friend with the right Quirk to take your measurements while you were asleep." He replied, with a placid look on his face.

Izuku stared back at him, then chuckled. "Nice joke dad." He commented, "You almost sounded sincere."

"Yeah, almost... Well, let's not ask further questions and let's dress up a bit instead." Hisashi nodded, and walked into the front door with a cheerful grin. Izuku followed him.

-x-

Twenty minutes later, Izuku had changed into a grey suit that matched his father's white one, with the same green tie. Both him and Izuku had their ties straightened by the tailor, and then his father accompanied him back outside, where the chauffeur, a man with blonde hair and glasses that was clearly of western descent, was waiting. Izuku caught a glimpse of the man using his fingers to light a cigarette, though when he noticed Hisashi he grunted and threw it away. Hisashi smiled noticing his son's attention being caught immediately by the Quirk.

"Your chauffeur has a fire Quirk." Izuku blurted out.

"That I do sir." The driver replied seating in his place behind the wheel, "It's called Ember."

"Amazing! Can you light more than a cigarette? What's the maximum output?"

He discussed the man's Quirk for a good chunk of the remaining trip, his father letting him for a while before he realized they were approaching the destination. It was about time he broached the subject. Coughing to catch their attention, he spoke first to the driver. "Now, Kuroudo, please leave us alone for a while." He said. The man nodded, waved at Izuku, and raised the window between their seat and the front of the car. Izuku looked at his father, in confusion.

"Well, Izuku, I… Think it's time I tell you about the family business."

Izuku raised an eyebrow like he used to do when he was a child, and someone asked a difficult question. Adorable. "Family business?"

"Yes, I believe your mother never mentioned but it's not quite true that I work for someone. You see, I'm actually the head of the company."

"You… You are the CEO?" Izuku's eyes went wide, "But then why did mom never tell me?"

"Mostly because she doesn't really like to talk about her husband's job. We kind of agreed that I would stay quiet about it to you, but things didn't really pan out as I wanted."

Izuku looked at him in confusion. Hisashi sighed. God, this was harder than he expected it to be. His plan was to come in, tell Izuku 'you are the heir of a yakuza family', get some thanks for the incredible opportunity this offered in the current working environment – for example, not having to deal with any boss, except fellow mafia bosses to intimidate or deal with. The wages were also great. Instead, Izuku wanted to be a Hero, so he had to explain to him why it was such a great chance. "So, what does the company do?"

"Well son, I'm glad you asked. You see, the Green Valley Clan – and I spent a lot of money to ensure it's called that in Japan too – is a great organization born from the fusion of American and Japanese groups. Our work includes the relocation of precious merchandise, ensuring the safety of private businesses, and of course the forceful acquisition of other companies." Hisashi answered with a confident ruse. It wasn't ideal, but if his son required more time to convince, it was better to lie on the finer details. Surely his naïve young heir would never figure out what his father really did.

"… Dad are you a mob boss?" Izuku asked fearfully a second later, shattering Hisashi's confidence in his lying skill and, admittedly, his mental image of his son.

"Uhm… Surprise?" He said, chuckling, "Now, I know this comes as a bit of a shock, but please Izuku don't freak out and- Izuku Midoriya put down that phone this instant!" He said, swatting out of Izuku's hand the phone he was holding, already typing in the police emergency number. "Izuku, I understand that 'my father is a yakuza leader' is not the gift you wanted to receive today, but it's not all bad news!"

"It's not?! Dad, I want to be a Hero, I can't be the son of a mob boss!"

"Well that ship kind of sailed the moment you were born dear, you have been the son of a mob boss before you knew what a hero ever was." He sighed, "Although, please, could you call me 'a yakuza boss' at least? Mob boss is rather rude, makes me sound like some small-time drug dealer."

"Dad."

"Yes?"

"Fuck you."

Hisashi gasped, his mental image of his prim and proper child further deteriorating. "Izuku Midoriya! Where did you learn such a language?! Was it Katsuki?! I knew he was a bad influence!"

"Dad you are the bad influence here!"

"Me?! I am a hard-working gentleman that isn't afraid of dirtying his hand for the sake of his family and his employees. Why, when the old Nalutta clan tried to invade our turf and hurt one of my men…" He coughed, noticing Izuku's expression was turning from disbelief to disgust at an alarming rate, "Look, Izuku, I understand, I went through the same experience when your grandfather, and be glad that your grandfather isn't here because of your behavior so far would have been met with some pretty harsh punishment. Still, I really hoped I wouldn't have to reveal you all this."

"And what changed?"

"I need your help to prevent a gang war that might destroy Japan." He replied, and Izuku's jaw dropped.

"Oh."

-x-

The rich restaurant with – he guessed from the comments of his underlings – beautifully decorated walls, with paintings of various locations of France, made it clear from the entrance that this was a place that Tomura Shigaraki shouldn't have entered. Much to All for One's chagrin, however, he had been invited too, because Hisashi Midoriya had offered a marriage deal and All for One had immediately mentioned Tomura. In response, Hisashi had explained that he had no daughters, but an – allegedly, he was still going to show him Tomura too, one never knew – heterosexual son, so he had of course lied about his daughter. As a result, both siblings had been invited, forcing All for One to play the difficult game of making those two change into proper clothing for the night.

Surprisingly, Tomura had given up when he had invited him to dress like him, because 'like father like son'. It had worked amazingly well, he was going to treasure that tactic for the future. 'Tomura, please wash the dishes as I would.', 'Tomura, please play fewer videogames as I would.' 'Tomura, please do try to kill All Might as I would.'

Indeed, pushing all of one's expectations and desires on a child was exactly what good parenting was about.

Himiko, on the other hand, had resisted to the idea of changing her clothes a lot more, something about 'not looking cute without my uniform'. In the end, All for One had compromised by letting her decide on her dress, so long as it was elegant enough. Of course, blood-red was her color of choice, as she had announced, a one-piece dress with a long skirt and a frankly unacceptable cleavage – yes, he could see the difference in her body temperature. He could also see she was padding her breasts, but he wasn't going to judge that – that he had only allowed because they were atrociously late for the dinner.

Less than five minutes later they had arrived at their destination, thanks to Mister Compress running every single red light and compressing no less than three trucks and five cars before they hit their vehicles. "Good job, Compress. I will give you a raise."

"Thank you, sir…" He said, panting a bit, "What should I do with the vehicles?"

"Drive out of town and free them, making sure they don't see your face and our license plate." He paused, "Keep one for Himiko. If she behaves well tonight, she can have her stabbing. I'm no liar."

"Yay!" The girl exclaimed, hugging All for One, "Thank you dad!"

All for One exercised a restraint he didn't know he had to not shoot her away with an Air Cannon blow, and instead awkwardly waited until someone else removed the girl.

That someone else was of course not Tomura, who instead of pushing her away hugged him too, thankfully remembering to keep his pinky raised. It would have been a very poor way to go for Japan's symbol of evil if it came from an unwanted hug. Desperate, he stared at Dabi. The man was wearing, by Compress' description, a black suit, black pants, a black tie, and a black jacket – Christ, did he know other colors existed? – and Shigaraki gestured toward the two. He nodded and very carefully started to pry Tomura's grasp finger by finger. Himiko let go while he was busy with that, but All for One swore at that moment that if this charade went south for any reason, he would absolutely enforce a rule to stop both of his 'children' from so much as breathing within ten feet of him.

He composed himself and entered the restaurant, with Tomura to his right – "Tomura, please, keep your back straight, you aren't trying to mimic the Hunchback of Notre Dame" – and Himiko to his left – "Please, don't try to skip with high heels, you will either break them or twist your ankle". Dabi closed the group, the agreed bodyguard each side would bring – "Dabi… You are doing a good job, keep it up." After making sure they followed his instruction, he continued in a whisper.

"Now remember what we said. None of you speaks unless they ask you anything. None of you insults someone. None of you attacks someone. And if I so much as hear a whisper of the words 'homework folder' from anyone I will personally make sure to make that person see what can be done with tentacles."

Dabi coughed – certainly not a laugh at his serious threat – but didn't argue, Tomura looked absolutely mortified and Himiko just smiled and nodded.

Hisashi Midoriya was waiting in a private dining room they had booked in advance, to which they were escorted by a waiter that did his best to feign being happy to see a scrawny twenty-something-year-old drag his feet through the fine hall of the restaurant. Once they entered the lavish room, decorated with elegant paintings and reproductions of European medieval armors – that or very cold waiters, cursed thermal sight - he saw Hisashi Midoriya and his son.

Hisashi he knew well enough. They had already met four times, twice fourteen, once ten, and once five years before. The first two times, he had exchanged condolences and congratulations with him after his father had passed and his son had been born in the span of six months. The second time, Hisashi had tried to come to an agreement to get a Quirk from him, but the deal had fell through because understandably the symbol of evil did not wish to offer a strong asset to a rival, puny as he might have been, and Hisashi wanted a Quirk worthy of a Top Hero. The final time, five years ago, had been right after All Might had dealt him the finishing blow, when Hisashi offered him a way to get to the States him and the Doctor, to gain access to higher caliber medical procedures than what he could obtain in incognito in Japan. He had refused, however, to avoid debt with the man. In hindsight, considering he had lost half his face, he should have taken the offer. He missed proper eyesight every day.

The son, on the other hand, was an unknown. Officially Izuku Midoriya was registered as Quirkless, but that could have meant he just had a Quirk his father wanted to keep hidden. He had long suspected the mysteriously elusive granddaughter of the leader of the Shie Hassaikai was a similar case. With his sight limited to thermal, All for One, unfortunately, had no way to see if he was 'cute' either. A shame, he would have liked to, but he would have to judge on Himiko's reaction. 'He better be, he is offering him to my daughter after all.'

Hisashi stood up calmly, his son stiffly. A quick exchange of handshakes between the two bosses came first, accompanied with the same empty pleasantries All for One reserved to anyone that tried to stand on his level, and then it was the son's turn.

-x-

This man was missing half the face and looked like a potato. Izuku was glad his mouth was basically sewn shut by fear, because knowing himself he would have blurted that out if he wasn't. When he took his hand, it was like shaking hands with a nutcracker. Except this nutcracker was trying to crack his knuckles.

Tomura Shigaraki, as he was introduced, had a weird handshake where he kept the thumb up. Izuku really wanted to ask if it was his Quirk, but he wasn't going to have the chance since Tomura was seated on the other side of the table, between their fathers. He was seated next to…

"Hi." She said with a smile, that showed her large canines, "I'm Himiko T… Himiko 'totally' Shigaraki. His daughter." She pointed at All for One."

"I-I'm Izuku Midoriya. Uhm… Are you a gang member?" He whispered.

"Oh, of course not." She replied.

"Oh thank god. This is so awkward, but I'm glad to know there is a normal person here."

Himiko's smile froze. "You… think I'm normal?"

"Oh, um, I didn't mean- I didn't want to…" He looked at her rather cute face, her blonde hair, her slit eyes - was that related to her Quirk? - her teeth with pronounced canines - was that related to her Quirk? Maybe both - and then his treacherous eyes betrayed the steel effort he had done so far and wandered down to the exposed portion of her cleavage. Curse him and his attraction to breasts. He really hoped he wasn't going to be some sort of pervert come high school.

-x-

In his house in Yokohama, Minoru Mineta sneezed. Someone was talking about him. Probably a girl, he thought with a grin.

-x-

With a titanic effort he looked up, "Uhm, I think you are quite beautiful, not just normal."

She blushed a bit and looked away, and Izuku turned himself. 'Smooth Izuku, smooth. Going exactly as planned.'

-x-

"I'm sorry did you just say gang war?" Izuku asked.

"Yes. I'm on the verge of a gang war with another group here in Japan, and I will need your help to prevent that."

"B-But I… I'm not a Hero or anything…"

"And thank god for that or I couldn't ask you this. No, I need your help for something else: making an alliance through the use of diplomacy."

"But I know nothing about diplomacy."

"Izuku." Hisashi energetically grabbed his shoulder, "You are a teenager with an internet connection and no girlfriend. I will believe that you suddenly developed a Quirk before I believe that you don't know what kind of diplomacy you will have to exercise."

Izuku went pale, "W-What?"

"I want you to marry the daughter of that boss and have a child with her to ensure a long and prosperous alliance."

Izuku had tried very hard to do any of three things: one, muster the voice to scream. Two, muster to courage to jump out of the car. Three, muster the self-control to pretend he didn't know what 'having a child' entailed. Unfortunately, the result was an incoherent whimper that sounded like a dolphin being strangled.

"Look, that's for the future. You are fourteen, that's not what you have to do now. Now you just have to start a relationship with her as boyfriend and girlfriend, to prove we intend to go through with the agreement."

"B-But why would I do that?! I hate Villains!"

"But you want to protect people. If we fight, there will be casualties, no matter what I do. He could even take it out on you and your mother. That's why I thought you would like this solution. You can be a Hero and save all those innocents this way." His father raised his hands, "If that's not convincing enough, let me point out your mother and you will both end up being targets, so you understand why I care so much about this."

Izuku bit his lip.

-x-

'Stupid dad with his stupid logic and his stupid promise I will get to help people…' He thought, assailing the appetizer, some food with a French name he had not understood, trying to imagine the meat in it was his father. It was a rather soothing image at that moment.

"So, Izuku, tell me, how old are you?" All for One suddenly asked. Izuku finished munching the piece of food in his mouth – it was meat and cheese, he noticed. Thankfully he wasn't intolerant – before speaking.

"Uhm… I'm fourteen." He replied.

"Ah. My daughter is fifteen…" His glance at Himiko was followed by a nod from the girl, "Fifteen, yes. And she too is planning her high school entrance. Which school did you choose?"

"Oh, I'm joining UA." He blurted out. All four pairs of eyes – well, three and a potato forehead – raised from the food and locked on him.

"That's… Interesting. General Course, I take?" All for One asked.

"W-Well, as a second choice…"

"So is your first choice Support?"

"Third…"

"Business?"

"Fourth." Izuku managed to mumble, before heroically returning his attention back to his food and adamantly refusing to exchange a glance with anyone at the table. All for One's silence seemed to be telling of the fact he didn't intend to ask any further for the moment.

Unfortunately, Tomura Shigaraki wasn't going to let it go that easily. "So you want to become a poster boy of the oppressive society they built?" He asked, "That's…"

"Magnificent." All for One interjected, suddenly speaking again, "Why, very intelligent of you, young Izuku. You have clearly understood that there are problems in the Hero system that force gentlemen like us to hide behind close doors, and are going to experience them firsthand, while also gaining a valuable Hero License rather than forging one. Your father clearly educated you well."

Izuku felt like saying All for One had probably overestimated him and certainly overestimated his father, but before he could say that no, he very much wanted to be part of the Hero system that forced criminals like those two to hide, thank you very much, Hisashi interjected. "Yes, my son has been reading a lot about Heroes. Why he has ten notebooks-"

"Fourteen." Izuku corrected. What? It was important.

"Fourteen notebooks worth of Hero Analysis for the future."

"Preparing already to take over the family business, uh? Very astute. And joining UA you will see firsthand what kind of Quirks the next generation of Top Heroes will sport. Clever, very clever."

He looked at his dad, who just nodded slowly. 'Alright.' "Thank you." He replied monotonously.

All for One nodded, deep in thought, before turning to Himiko. "Say, dear, you haven't decided yet which school to join, right? We allowed you a leap year, but now it's time for you to make a choice."

"I…"

"What do you think about going to UA with Izuku?"

'No no no no no no no…' Izuku's mind just repeated the word like a mantra, before Himiko tilted her head to the side.

"But won't we be a bit lonely?" She asked, "Also, I won't know anyone aside from Izuku."

'Oh, thank god…'

"Mh, but we are in luck. Our associate, Mustar… Masutaro is just of the right age to accompany you two to school. I'm sure it will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

-x-

"Kurogiri?" Mustard asked, seated far, far away from the muscular Noumu with a toothed beak that currently occupied the other side of the bar.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever feel like an entity larger than you is taking active choices that will decide the course of your future and go heavily against your moral code just in name of personal gain?"

The fog-like Noumu stared at him without answering for a long moment, and Mustard shook his head. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

Kurogiri did not answer.

-x-

Shigaraki bit his lip. The little fucker was going too well for his taste. He didn't know if Mast… His father's – oh that still made him so happy – words were genuine or not, but he just didn't like to hear him praise someone else. He glanced at Himiko Toga. She was looking at father, clearly uncertain. Good, at least someone was unhappy. Especially her, that was particularly good. Stupid bitch thinking she could take his place. But now, how could he make the green bastard sound bad?

Ah.

"Are you really going to make it in UA? Not to criticize, but you look like a wet noodle." Shigaraki commented. All for One turned his face to him, his teeth clenched behind his lips. Shigaraki shrugged, "I'm just curious father."

"I… Yeah, I actually found a trainer just today. We are going to be training for ten months, right to the Entrance Exam. I will put my all into it and I will be able to pass."

"Dedication is very important for the Green Valley Clan." Hisashi said. The sound of Izuku's teeth clenching actually resonated in the room.

"And is this trainer good?" Tomura asked, deciding to keep up the questioning. His father didn't stop him, though he looked pensive. Or maybe he didn't, it was hard to tell with his face looking like a po- so thoroughly damaged.

"Yes! He actually… works in the field. And very close to the Top at that."

"Ah. What's his name?"

"Uhm… I don't think you would know him." He replied. Midoriya was evading. He was right of course, he wasn't going to know the name of some random Hero, let alone someone that sounded like just a random employee, but the kid was clearly trying to change the subject.

"Ah, All for One." Hisashi intervened, stopping the conversation, "By the way, have you heard about the new movements of the Shie Hassaikai?"

The discourse shifted to some third-rate criminal syndicate that Shigaraki didn't care about, and the Midoriya brat seemed to relax a bit, while the plates were changed with dish after dish for the following hour. After a while, Shigaraki felt tired of eating and started to just discretely dust his portions, all while trying to figure out what to do. 'Mh… I could be a mature person and try to get over this childish rivalry, and instead, focus on the role of older brother Master entrusted on me.' He paused, 'Nah.'

"Say, Izuku, you know who really sucks? Endeavor." He commented.

"I mean, Endeavor is… ok? Excellent results on the field. His personality is a dumpster fire though." Izuku replied, "He is the kind of Hero that puts strength and results above being reassuring. On the flip side, you could also say that he is reassuring in his own way by keeping the streets safe."

'Fuck, good answer. Plan B, Plan B…' "Ah, you are right." He waited for Izuku to take a sip of water, then continued, "I guess All Might is worse after all."

He had expected a spit take, possibly resulting in the puny bastard spitting on Himiko and ruining his chances with her. That would have been the ideal result because then he could go back to his place as successor. Unfortunately, what actually happened was that Izuku's grip closed on the glass so much he shattered it, blood dripping from his hand.

-x-

There was a famous writer in the All Might rpf community, the writers of All Might fanfictions. And that writer was SmolMight9N1Fan, the best writer of All Might fics in the entire site.

And there was one rule that was so heavily enforced in the comments of those fics, that even trolls respected it.

Never.

Insult.

All Might.

-x-

Izuku's eyes were burning as he stared at Tomura, blood dripping from his hand. "What did you just say?!"

"Oh, I.. Well, I just said All Might kind of… sucks."

"Izuku, are you ok?!" Hisashi shouted, immediately helping him clean the wound with a handkerchief. A waiter also arrived with some bandages. Not that Izuku was paying any attention to that.

"All Might is the best Hero we have ever had, certainly better than fucking Endeavor!" The brat shouted meanwhile, absolutely ignoring what was happening around him, possessed by what Tomura could only describe as pure, unadulterated rage. Frankly, he was actually a bit scared. That was new. "Don't you dare badmouth the Number One Hero or I will twist that scrawny neck and see if your head can get far enough up your…"

"Well, that was fantastic All for One. I hope you can forgive Izuku, he is… excited by the situation." Hisashi Midoriya covered his son's mouth, which was complicated considering the boy was trying to climb the table to punch Shigaraki. Or maybe carve his eyes out, it was hard to tell.

Father raised his hand, though he took a moment longer to speak. "… Of course. We will call it a night then. And when will we organize the next meeting?"

Hisashi closed his eyes, probably thinking while he and their bodyguard were busy physically restraining Izuku from jumping over the table and try to assault him. Holy hell. He was never going to insult All Might again within that child's earshot. He liked his eyeballs in their sockets, not clawed out of them, thank you very much. Finally, the older Midoriya spoke, "About that. I was thinking that maybe it would be best to give them both time to prepare for the UA Entrance Exam in peace? We will consider the deal still active, but you know how teens are, and we wouldn't want one of them to fail the exams, right?"

Mast… Father nodded once more, "Excellent. It will give us all time to prepare for what's to come."

The two shook hands again. Tomura was sure he managed to see hope leave the other teen's eyes.

Back in the car, Izuku looked down at the ground, unable to find an answer to what had just happened. Sure, he was both nervous because of – well – the whole situation of finding out in the span of an hour that your father is a Yakuza boss, that you have an arranged marriage with an admittedly beautiful girl, and of course everything that had happened before during the day.

Still, he might have jumped the gun a bit. It couldn't be good etiquette to break a glass with your bare hands – though frankly Tomura was lucky, he would have totally thrown it at him if he had the chance – and then promise someone to shove their head up their back door. Maybe it was the fact All Might had promised to make him his heir? Or maybe was it just pure fanboyism?

Thinking about it, it was probably fanboyism. He did get pretty angry on the various forums, now that he thought about it. How many had banned his main accounts at this point? Fifteen?

Also the whole 'Never. Insult. All Might." Rule on the main page of the fanfiction site he used. That one everyone agreed came about because of him. Yeah, maybe he went a little overboard.

Hisashi smiled. "Well, that went better than I expected."

"Dad, are you brain-damaged?"

"Come now Izuku, we have an agreement going and you didn't make an ass of yourself… for most of the night. Why at the end Himiko was looking at you like she was looking at a delicious meal."

"What?" He hadn't really looked at the girl – and wasn't that rude – so he hadn't noticed, but his father smiled knowingly.

"Izuku, I have seen what a woman that's thinking about grabbing a guy and going to town looks like. Why, your mother…"

"Oh god, no..."

-x-

"I am not angry." All for One emphasized. "I am just disappointed." Tomura winced but All for One remained focused on him, "Why, goading a child, and without even any real plan. At least I offered him some thoughts on what he can do with his misguided love for Heroes, and how much good he can do in the criminal underworld of our fine nation."

Dabi coughed. "Sir?"

"Not now Dabi. Tomura, you have to understand that your role as big brother is very important for the success of this alliance. While you could blame them for not having a female daughter for you, I believe you should really consider it a chance to grow as a leader."

Tomura looked down to the ground. "Sir?" Dabi repeated.

"Wait Dabi, I'm not finished. As a punishment, you will only receive four controllers this month."

Shigaraki's weep was a long, guttural sound, like the sound of a whale that was looking for her deceased child (All for One knew what that sounded like. He had become a part-time illegal whaler for thirty years from the moment the government prohibited whale hunting. Those were the days). He leaned back on his seat and stared at the roof of the car, "As for you Himiko, good job. You didn't interact much, but now we will have the opportunity for the two of you to grow closer during your school year. I will…"

"Sir?"

"What is it Dabi?!"

"I think your daughter is either eating a handkerchief or suffocating herself with it."

All for One turned around to see Himiko, a red handkerchief shoved deep in her mouth, munching on it while crying. "Tastes so good…" She moaned through her blood-covered lips and the sheet of paper of the same color.

"Ah, so she is eating."

All for One brought a hand to his face, covering his non-existing eyes and sighing deeply. "Fine, let her. Things can't get worse either way."

The tires of the car screeched and then there was a loud thud. Himiko gagged when her mouth closed reflexively and the handkerchief lodged itself in her throat, now actually suffocating her, while the car came to a halt.

"Oh wait, no, she is suffocating herself. Fascinating." Dabi continued, non-plussed.

"Compress, what the hell are you doing?!" All for One shouted.

"We hit someone, sir, they fell from the sky or something."

"I can tell, but why did you stop after hitting someone?! You are supposed to speed away."

There was no immediate response, so All for One huffed and left the car – ignoring Himiko's coughed call for help and her starting to turn a worrying shade of blue. Dabi and Tomura could take care of it, which they seemed to be doing by deciding through rock, paper, scissors who would try to pry it out – and walked outside to look at the wounded. It was a man with black hair, a mask, and an impressive arsenal of weapons inside his bag. "Sir, I just hit you with my car."

There was blood gushing from a leg that had broken in several places, to the point the bone emerged from the skin, and another was an head wound that was bleeding even more. He stared at him for a long moment as he realized that A) he knew this man and B) he was unconscious and slowly dying.

"Goddammit. Compress?!" He called, and the man saw him haul the bleeding man in the car. Himiko had just caught her breath after the handkerchief was removed by an incredibly disgusted Dabi, while Tomura murmured 'good old rock, nothing beats that', but nonetheless screeched in delight when blood started to puddle on the floor and the seats.

"Yes, sir?!"

"Take us to the Jaku hospital, please. I think we might need the Doctor's facility."

"I'm surprised sir, we are rescuing a civilian?"

"This isn't a civilian. You just run over Stain."

Compress decided to shut his mouth and drive.

(xx)

So yeah, first proper chapter. Crack is kind of a new beast for me - at least, in a longer fic -, so by all means if you have criticism I'm open to it so long as it's not expressed aggressively.

A reminder that while I posted this so close to the prologue, now there will be at least a week before the next one. See you then.