Majima had to leave UA. He can't stay anymore, not with everything that's happened, everything that's going to happen. Yagi is out the game for good, Kamino was fucking leveled, and on top of everything else that's happened, Aki- All for One was put away. Not dead, no, Yagi couldn't finish the fucking job. No, instead they put him away, locked him in a cage, like he was some kind of animal that children would gawk at while visiting the zoo, while their parents were too busy fucking themselves in the reptile house! Ooh, fuck, he's made himself angry, fuck, he's got to calm himself do-

He grabbed his coffee mug and threw it at the wall with all of his strength, the ceramic shattering while his students jumped in their seats. "WHO FUCKING SNEEZED?!"

None of his students raised their hands, which was probably for the best, seeing as Majima very obviously wasn't himself at the moment. He was upset, okay? A lot of shit has happened, he's had a bad week, he's still trying to stay sober, not to mention that his last conversation with his best friend had ended with Majima waking up in the morgue. None of his associates at school had been around to identify his body and take him back to UA and wait for his body to reset, so the search teams had simply written him off as another victim and sent him away. Que him waking up, naked mind you, in one of those weird chilled body-lockers that they had in morgues and promptly freaking out the doctors working there when he kicked the slot open and slid out cold and angry. A pair of pants and a call to Nezu later and he was back at the school, where Aizawa had helped him catch up on everything that's happened.

Apparently, they were instituting a dorm system for their students now, which was both good and bad. Good, because it meant that Mina and Izuku would no longer have to worry about the trains when they had their extra study sessions, meaning he can keep them longer than he could before, and he could keep a better eye out for Izuku in general. He could also tell Shoji to ease up a bit on that end, which the six-armed student would probably appreciate. No more bone breaking for that little shit, but he'll make sure Shoji is still keeping an eye out when Majima wasn't around. However, it was bad because since he went sober, Majima was still dealing with some pretty bad insomnia, so he'd often go on walks to calm his nerves. Calm his nerves? Oh god, he was spending too much time around Izuku and his mother. He really needs to new friends.

After he was made aware of the dorm thing, Yagi and Aizawa had left to get permission from the parents, a trip Majima would have liked to go on if not for him being pulled aside by Nezu, who wanted to now why his body had been found at the nomu facility. Apparently, the only thing that was saving him from any of Nezu's maniacal fury was the fact that he had been found dead by All for One's hands, sending a rather clear message that the two of them were no longer on speaking terms. Nezu also apologized for not responding to Majima's call for backup, which in hindsight would have told them all exactly where All for One was hiding out. Majima would have been angrier at the whole situation, but he had a murder he had to plan and put into motion, which was kind of his main priority at the moment, so he'd readily accepted the mouse's apology.

Bringing himself back to his current situation, he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He sat down at his desk, making a mental note to clean up the broken coffee mug when class was over. This whole murder thing was seriously stressing him out. Normally, he wouldn't be doing this himself, seeing as he's got Iwasaki and his group of thugs to do most of the dirty work while Majima took the time to not-sleep. But, this was his friend. This was Ak-All for One, and Kokiri would be damned if anyone but himself pulled that trigger. Not to mention, breaking into Tartarus would be damn-near impossible for almost anyone to pull of, so Time Stop was going to be invaluable here. Now it's just a matter of figuring out just what quirks that All for One had in him, so that Majima can figure out a way to put him down for good. Hopefully, he wouldn't find anything that would stop plan A, which was to pump as many bullets as he can into All for One's head at the same instant. He doubted anything in his life would be that easy, though, so he's just waiting to see what roadblock he finds.

The bell rang, causing all of his students to silently make their way out into the hall, closing the door when the last when made it out. With a heavy sigh, Majima went to cleanup the remains of his only coffee mug, meaning he'd have to buy himself a new one with all of that money he doesn't have. The only way to get his paycheck was to pick it up from Nezu in the principal's office, which Majima refused to do, lest Nezu start bitching at him for something or whatever.

His phone went off, apparently Yamada was telling him that it was his shift to watch over Yagi while he was still recovering. The man was out of the hospital, but he still had a broken arm, since Chiyo refused to heal him. Kind of unfair, seeing as he'd been forced into the fight against him, but that crazy bitch was as stubborn as ever, so there was no arguing with her. However, with his secret now public, there were a dozen loser-class villains trying to get their revenge on All Might at every hour of the day, so the teachers had been taking shifts to try and stop them until they got the message and crawled back into their holes. Majima had been trying to avoid Yagi recently, but Aizawa had strong-armed him into taking a few shifts, so it didn't seem like he'd have a choice anymore.

Yagi knew who Akira was, now. The whole staff knew about his connection to All for One, and it wasn't helping his already bad reputation. Now, Majima was fine with being seen as an asshole and a scumbag, that's what he was. He wouldn't deny the truth, since that would make him delusional. He knew what he was, and he'd always made a point to make sure everyone around him knew that he was proud of his shitty, shitty behavior. And in a way that was admirable. Majima had always owned up to his mistakes, and that was a trait he was trying to teach to some of his students, specifically the boys. Kirishima had taken to it almost immediately, but some of the others still showed some hesitance. Everyone made mistakes, and the only way forward was to acknowledge them and move on. But he wasn't proud of All for One. He'd let his friend become something horrible, even by Majima's own famously-low standards. Admitting to something like that almost felt world-shattering, and Majima felt that he'd have to push down more than just his pride to own up it.

He time-stopped his way over to Yagi's big-ass house, quickly popping Yamada in the mouth when the blonde DJ yelled in surprise. Majima was already loathing his time here, and he hadn't even seen Yagi yet, so you could tell that this visiting was off to a rollicking good start. He pushed the door open, debating whether or not he should even bother taking his shoes off. He did, figuring that Yagi was already mad and tracking dirt into his house probably wouldn't make this easier.

"Yagi, you blonde bastard, let's settle this like men and get this shit over wi-" A solid punch to the face knocked him to the ground, because apparently Yagi can still pack a pretty decent punch. And now Majima's nose is bleeding, so that was fun. Fuck it, he's letting himself bleed onto Yagi's floor, fuck this house. He looked up, and stared into those blazing blue eyes of the former Number 1 hero, and boy did he look pissed.

Majima growled in annoyance. "How about you don't punch me again, EVER, and in return, I'll tell you about my plan to kill All for One." There we go, that caught his attention. Majima stood up, walking into Yagi's kitchen and going through his cabinets, looking for something to eat. He'd been trying to ignore food all day, since he didn't want to make a habit of stress eating, but since he'd taken a break from his "Kill List", he wanted to at least snack on something. "Damn, do you have anything other than graham crackers in here? Can you not eat anything else? What do you do for calories?"

"What did you mean by 'kill All for One'? He's your friend, you said so yourself."

"That's right." Well, seeing as his only other option was saltine crackers, the graham crackers will have to do.

"Why do you want to kill your friend, Majima-san?"

"I don't want to kill Akir-All for One, Yagi, I really don't. I've lost all of my friends already, and he's the last one I've got. But at the same time, I'm not going to sit back and watch you and your fucking cop friends watch him from behind a glass window, staring at him like he's some kind of- Some kind of animal!" God damnit, he seriously has to get a hold of these anger issues that's been developing. Maybe he should see a therapist. Is Chiyo busy on Wednesday? He'd have to look. "Look, Yagi, I don't care what you think about me, or my past, or my friends. I don't care, I really don't. But I need you to understand that I am on your side."

"You haven't done much to prove it, Majima-san, so you can understand why I worry sometimes. As it stands, you have caused our school more problems than you have helped to solve."

"I know, I know, but I'm trying my best, and right now, my best isn't a whole lot. Not to you, and not to the kids, and you know, maybe you're right about me. Maybe I do cause more problems than I'm worth, but I'm trying to do right by these kids, and help them stay alive at the very least."

Yagi looked at him for a long while, sighing heavily and sitting down on one of the chairs he had in his kitchen. "Why were you there looking for All for One?"

"… I don't know. I was looking for him so that I could talk to him, try to get him to answer for all of the shit he's pulled, but I was too angry about everything he's done to stay on topic. I was bitter and spiteful, which I don't regret for a moment, but I missed out on a chance to get some good info. Maybe I'll ask a few questions when I see him in Tartarus, I don't know. But I did find out about the original line of One for All."

That caught the blonde's attention. "Where did it start? I assume it started with your friend, Jin, but where did it go from there?"

"Jin gave it to my wife, Aimi, who then gave it to our babysitter, Okoye, who would go on to be Okoye the Brave. She gave it to Ultraman, then to Wilfre, but I don't know who she picked as her successor. Whoever it was would eventually go on to pick Shimura Nana, who then picked you, and then we both know where it went from there."

"I'll be sure to tell young Midoriya of all of this. He might come to you for more questions."

"Other than Jin, Aimi, and Okoye, I won't have too many answers for him. Besides that, I'm having Shoji do me a favor. He's been keeping an eye on Midoriya for me, making sure he doesn't push himself like he did in the forest. I didn't see any of the damage, but I heard the horror stories that Shoji told me. I offered him 1,000 yen an hour, but he just wanted some extra combat training instead. Figured that would be an easy compromise."

Yagi nodded his head, looking at his feet. "I've failed young Midoriya as his mentor-"

"Yep."

"And-" Yagi gave him an odd look, but continued on regardless, "I have plans to begin giving him personal lessons, and I would hope that you can help me with what to teach him."

"Are you just offering me your apprentice? He's your responsibility, not mine. I'm just trying to keep him from killing himself. I owe Inko at least that."

"Hmm." Majima waited for Yagi to say something else, but the retired hero seemed intent to remain quiet.

Majima jabbed his thumb towards the door. "So can- I'm just gonna leave, now. I've got some business I need to handle, and I need to get my nose checked out. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Oh, yes, don't let me keep you, I can handle myself if anything comes up."

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Majima, dressed as his Time Enough persona, walked into Iwasaki's hideout, taking the hired thugs by surprise. One of them informed him that Iwasaki was out with his family, and offered to send a message to the man, which Majima agreed to. Wanting to pass the time a bit faster, Majima sat down at one of the card tables, throwing some money in and starting up a game of poker. He kept his mask on, can't let anyone figure out that Time Enough and the Watcher are the same person. The idea that he's gotten away with that lie for as long as he has is ridiculous, and kind of sad, really. Whatever, either way, he made sure he didn't use Time Stop to cheat and look at the other's cards. It's not that cheating bothered him, but this was a game of skill, and Majima was rather proud of his ability to play poker. He's not as good as he is with blackjack, but he has his experience. They played for about 30 minutes, with Majima only winning back a bit more than he'd bet, and just as they started a new hand, Iwasaki burst through the door, hyperventilating and dripping with sweat.

"What, did ya fuckin' run all the way here? I was told you were with your family, ain't that right? Did you dropped them the instant you heard that I was here waiting for ya?" The man couldn't answer him, his chest still heaving as he tried to sputter an answer. "Alright! Calm the hell down, we'll take this to your office." Majima stood up and threw down his cards. "Lucky bastards, I had 3 aces. I was gonna collect all that shit, fucking, let's go." He dragged the fat bastard down the hall and to the man's office, where he threw him to the ground and stepped over him. He made his way behind Iwasaki's desk, taking a look at the documents and folders he'd left out in the open.

"We have a lot to do, boy, and by we I mean you. I have to kill All for One, and I'm the only person in the world who is willing to take the chance to try and pull it off, so while I do my research into Tartarus, I'm having you and Murata go shopping for me. I've already talked to Murata and he started sending guys out before I'd even left, so I expect the same level of cooperation with you, boy." The man gave him an incredibly determined nod, but the look of unease never left his face. Majima really didn't think it was going to go anywhere throughout the rest of this conversation.

"So, Iwasaki, I have a small list of items that you're going to get for me because I am both too lazy and too busy to do it myself. I need a revolver, specifically a Smith and Wesson model 60, that's the only brand that made a stock that I actually liked. I'm gonna need about… I wanna say 120 hollow point rounds to go with it. I need shotguns, both 12 and 20 gauge, with a minimum of 30 shells each of every type they've got: standard, slugs, buckshot, coin shot, fuck it, get me some of those dragon breath rounds that Murata told me about too. A high-calibre sniper rifle, don't care which brand or make, so long as it can fire .50 calibres or higher. Speaking of, I need 10 rounds of every one of those too, standard, armour piercing, incendiary, explosive, all of it. You getting all of this, shit head?" Iwasaki was furiously writing down this ever-increasing list, nodding his head nervously. Made sense, his supposedly psychopathic boss was ordering enough ordnance to arm a small mercenary group, and not one of the cheap ones, either.

"I need I'm gonna need bleach, chlorine, gasoline, some matches, and as much hot tar you can get your hands on. If plans A through Y fail, plan Z is to try to turn the poor bastard into a statue. Give me some more time to think of another set of plans."

Iwasaki looked at the incredibly long list that he held in his hands. "Umm, sir, are you sure all of this is necessary?"

"Oh, this shit ain't the half of it. This is just the small stuff, I have Murata getting me all of the heavy ordnance that I'll need."

"Hea-The heavy ordnance?"

"Napalm, grenades, plastic explosives, thermite, arsenic, canisters of nitroglycerin, cellulose nitrate, hydromite 600, and every composition and alkaline metal under the sun. I'm going to hit him with every weapon, chemical and explosive that I can get my hands on, and I sure hope that I won't have to use anything nuclear. If it comes to that, then I guess the life of every guard and prisoner within that hell hole will be a fitting price to pay to finally scrub that creature off of the face of this Earth."

"Sir? If I may ask… I was under the impression that you were a close ally of the League of Villains. Why do you want to kill their leader?"

Majima looked at Iwasaki for a minute, before he sighed and sat down. He let his shoulders sag and, for the first time in a long time, he started to truly feel his age. All 300 years, resting heavy on his shoulders. He needed to see a therapist or something. "Ak-All for One is no longer the man I once knew. The man I allied with was a man of conviction, purpose, and will. He had his goals, and he had his principles and his codes. He had rules that he would follow, strictly, and it was that sense of order that drew me in. I thought to myself, 'This is a man who holds himself accountable to his own failures.' And he did, for a long time. Now, the man who is locked away in Tartarus, is a parasite, leeching off of a world that has moved on from him, and he is hindering it's progress. He is preventing humanity from moving forward, and that is shameful. He has broken every code he has ever had, and he now stands, proudly, as the symbol of everything he has ever despised."

Majima up at Iwasaki, and his heart clenched when he forced himself to say, "All for One is no longer a man, but an animal. You can put an animal away, but that won't fix your problem, it will only turn an animal feral. The only way to solve this problem, is to put him down. As his last remaining friend in the entire world… I believe that I have a duty of care, and that I must be the one who pulls the trigger. It won't be right if I let someone else do it, it has to be me."

Iwasaki took a look at the list in his hands. "It will take some time to gather everything you've asked for, sir, but I'll notify Murata-san when my men have finished." The man bowed to his boss before backing out of the room, leaving Majima alone. The time stopper took of his red mask, looking at it for a long moment. The sinister smile of the oni carved into it had never looked more wicked than it did at that moment, and for whatever reason, the mask felt heavier than it normally did.

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A/N- If this chapter feels a bit rushed in places, that's because I'm trying to convey that Majima is experiencing a bit of a crisis, and is trying to use radical methods to quickly solve all of his problems.