One moment, All for One stood beside a tank of Nomu delivering an educating lecture to Tomura. The next, he found himself sitting in a padded salon chair. Despite his lack of eyes, a quirk let him analyze the contents of this room and projected the mirror reflections into his mind. He detected a makeup kit and a dresser. The mirror showed his own face and a blond woman standing behind him.

"All done with your makeup," the woman said cheerfully. She peered at his reflection. "Whoa, I really outdid myself today. Your scars look so realistic. Huh. When did you put your mask on?" Her voice faltered for a moment, then regained its chirpiness. "You're ready to go, Mr. Akatani! Sorry, All for One. The director already scolded me once today for forgetting to call people by their stage names. He's very enthusiastic about method acting, isn't he?"

All for One realized that either he was having an extremely vivid hallucination, someone had pulled off the world's most elaborate prank on a supervillain, or he'd been transmigrated to another world. Strangely, the facts matched the last one. If he'd been dreaming, he would have his eyesight back. He had a quirk to prevent himself from being teleported against his will. Another quirk let him always put a geographical pinpoint on his current location, and it was screaming at him that Dorothy wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Rather than concern, All for One's very first emotion was a thrill of excitement. As a nerdy child, he'd always dreamed of being transported to another world. It was a disappointment that he'd missed out on getting a cheat power, but all of his current quirks still worked. If his suspicions were correct, and no one else had quirks, then it would be easy to rebuild his empire. How fascinating yet cliché, to have come out in a place where his world was some sort of movie or TV show.

For now, All for One decided to lay low, get a feeling for this universe, and see if he'd be visited by an isekai-typical goddess character to explain why he'd been teleported to another world. (It wasn't like he'd been run over by a truck.) All for One had always wanted to murder one of those annoying goddess characters but he'd at least let her give him a cheat power first. Once he had his bearings, then he would decide if he wanted to return to his world or take his time enjoying this vulnerable one.

All for One idly wondered what had happened to his actor self. Had the other one ended up in his world?

Hisashi Akatani experienced an intense sense of vertigo as he appeared next to a bubbling tube of liquid holding a corpse inside. "Whoa, usually they create the Nomu with CGI," he muttered. "What a realistic puppet."

"Sensei?" The actor playing Tomura Shigaraki stood next to him. For the sake of method acting, Hisashi tried to think of the young man as Tomura. Or at least that was his excuse for never remembering any of his costars' names. It worked great. People thought mistook his poor memory for acting genius.

Hisashi shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I've lost the scene." How had he gotten here and why didn't he remember? Hisashi never took drugs. He didn't even drink enough to get blackout drunk. He'd never had any signs of a neurological disorder before. This was troubling.

Tomura said, "You were explaining to me about how this Nomu had been specially modified to kill All Might."

Hisashi frowned. "I don't remember that in the script."

"Script?" Tomura gaped. Hisashi had to give the young actor credit for such a perfect expression of surprise. Even now, Tomura was trying to save the scene, but it was hopeless. Hisashi couldn't remember a single line. How embarrassing for a veteran actor.

"Cut!" Hisashi called. He touched his head. "I don't feel well. I need to see a doctor."

"Dr. Ujiko!" Tomura shouted.

The actor playing Dr. Ujiko approached them. "What's wrong, Sensei?"

"I'm not acting," Hisashi said. "I need a real doctor."

Dr. Ujiko looked puzzled. "I would never presume to doubt you, old friend. You're not the type to pretend to be ill." The doctor touched Hisashi's forehead. "You don't feel feverish." He pulled away his hand, looking at it with puzzlement. "There's something sticky on my fingers. Sensei, are you wearing…makeup?"

Hisashi realized several things in rapid succession. 1. There were no cameras or filming crew in this room; 2. The lab equipment and the Nomu looked way too real; and 3. Tomura and Dr. Ujiko did not appear to be acting.

It was impossible for Hisashi to have somehow ended up trapped in the world of My Hero Academia. It was a TV show! A work of fiction! Hisashi might have read a lot of manga, but he knew how to tell fantasy from reality. However, all the signs were pointed toward the impossible. And if Hisashi was exposed as a fake, these two demented villains would murder him. Hisashi's scars were entirely created by makeup. He could even see through the gauze over his eyes. The high-tech fabric was designed to reflect light and essentially camouflage his eyes. But someone who got too close might notice the discrepancies.

Hisashi straightened to his full, imposing height. Summoning all his skill as an Oscar award winning actor, he chuckled. "I looked pale this morning, so I threw a little makeup over my complexion. I didn't want to miss the big Nomu unveiling."

Dr. Ujiko wiped the makeup on his hand off on his lab coat. "Sensei, you don't need to be here if you're in such poor shape. Your health has been fragile ever since your battle with the horrible All Might."

Hisashi said, "I should go to my room to lie down." He had no idea where to find his bedroom. "Tomura, could you lend me your arm?" He rolled back his eyes and swayed as if about to faint."

Tomura gaped. Hisashi knew he was acting out of character, All for One would never show weakness so easily, but he had no choice. It would look even more suspicious if All for One didn't know his way back to his own room. "Now," Hisashi ordered, glaring with his full force.

The color drained from Tomura's face. "Of course, Sensei." He offered his arm, muttering to himself about Sensei's glare being even scarier when he got sick.

As Hisashi walked down the factory corridor, he sweated. He tried to stop, afraid of melting his makeup. He reassured himself that it shouldn't come off so easily. It usually took him two hours to remove.

Tomura opened a white door. "I won't go any further, I know you don't like me to look into your room."

"Tha—" Belatedly, Hisashi remembered that All for One didn't thank people. "That's right. Go tell the doctor that I don't want him to disturb me. I'd rather sleep this off than have him poking and prodding me all over." A medical examination would reveal there was nothing wrong with Hisashi's face and his breathing mask was fake.

"If you say so, Sensei." Tomura closed the door.

Sighing in relief, Hisashi looked around.

The room had a large bed, a desk, and a partly open sliding door presumably leading to the closet. Hisashi flopped down on the bed and tried to think.

Through the crack in the door, Hisashi saw a heavy metal case. Was that not a closet, then? Compelled by curiosity, he got up and slid open the door. At first glance, he saw hangers full of suits as originally expected. His eyes moved downward.

The corpse of a white-haired young man lay in a glass coffin.

Hisashi screamed like a little girl.

"Sensei?" Tomura pounded on the door. "What's wrong?"

There was plenty wrong with this situation! All for One apparently kept his little brother's corpse in his closet. That had definitely not been in the script. What the hell was wrong with that man?

"Nothing! Don't come in!" Hisashi shouted. He'd forgotten to lock the door. He ran over and grabbed the handle.

"Are you sure you're all right, Sensei?" Tomura sounded worried. Maybe even a little suspicious. "I can call over the doctor."

Hisashi exhaled. Channeling the spirit of All for One, he growled, "I told you to leave, Tomura."

In a subdued voice, Tomura said, "As you command."

Hisashi waited until the footsteps faded away, then locked the door and shoved a chair under the doorknob. Although that wouldn't stop Tomura if he had his canon powers.

All for One stepped out of the trailer into the blinding sun. Rows of white trailers spread out in all directions. Staff in black uniforms bustled around. The road led up to U.A., except it was clearly a replica of the school. To start with, there was no protective fence. All for One could have conquered this building easily.

Izuku Midoriya walked down the road, his lips moving silently as he read the script in his hand. He looked up. "Hi, Dad! Did they finish your makeup early today?"

How interesting—Izuku was All for One's son in this universe like the other one. All for One hadn't been able to come home and hug his child in a long time thanks to that meddlesome All Might. It felt good to see his child smile at him once again.

All for One held out his arms. "Give me a hug, ducky."

Izuku immediately hugged his father. "I'm glad we get to work on the same TV show. It's great to see you every day!"

All for One hugged even tighter. How satisfying to meet an Izuku who didn't try to run away from him!

A boy in a bird's head walked past. He yanked off his head, complaining, "I'm suffocating in here." Underneath, he had red hair and green eyes.

"Hang in there, Fumikage," Izuku called. He turned back to his father and winked. "I'm glad that I just have to wear a green wig, unlike you two."

This was further confirmation that All for One was the only person with quirks. How delightful! He loved being the most powerful person in the room. Maybe later he'd think about returning to his world and his empire, but for now, he wanted to enjoy his son's company.

Izuku said, "Let's head to the set." He grabbed his father's hand and dragged him forward. All for One's heart melted. His son was dragging him around by his hand like when he'd been a little child! Naturally, he went along with it.

At the front of the fake U.A., a swarm of girls in U.A. uniforms surrounded a lone boy, giggling and cooing. He was blocked from view as they hopped up and down, seeking his attention.

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Not again. I told that egotist not to lay his hands on any of the extras. He has plenty of fangirls all over the city. He doesn't need to cause trouble on set."

The boy in the center shouted, "Now, now, no need for such a ruckus. There's enough of the Kacchan to go around, ladies." He flipped back his blond bangs. The girls squealed. One of them fainted dead away. All for One stared with a mixture of disgust and morbid curiosity.

Katsuki pulled out a daily planner. "I'm free for a date next Wednesday evening, Thursday evening, and I can fit in two of you on Saturday in the morning and afternoon. I'm busy on Sunday. Who is willing to double-up so I can fit you all into my schedule?" The girls squealed and waved their hands in the air.

Izuku shouted, "You're blocking the road."

"Ah, the main character arrives!" Katsuki's eyes lit up. "Hey, ladies, would you like a little BakuDeku fanservice?" He blew a kiss at Izuku.

The fangirls screamed. Another one fainted. All for One hated all people with spiky hair on general principle, but this one might have surpassed all others in annoyance level. He was torn between murder and seeing what would happen next.

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wish you would knock that off. I still have a bone to pick with you about hugging me in front of that reporter."

Katsuki pouted. "What's the fuss? It's not like I'm seriously interested in boys. When we get cozy in front of the cameras, the fans love it, and I get even more dates. I can share a few girls' numbers with you. Win-win." He tried to sling an arm around Izuku's shoulder.

"I don't see what I'm winning." Izuku pushed him off. "This is what he's really like, girls."

Cheerfully, Katsuki said, "They love me because I'm an asshole." He raised his voice. "Isn't that right, my cute angels?"

The girls waved flags and cheered. All for One noticed the flags had a different name, probably the name of the Bakugo boy's actor, but he didn't care enough to remember it.

Izuku growled, "Get back to work before I call the director."

Katsuki slowly unfastened his top two shirt buttons to reveal more of his chest. "I'll entertain you more later, my kittens, but for now I must head to my job."

The girls sighed, snapped a few pictures, then dispersed. The ones who had fainted got up so quickly that they must have been faking it.

"Did you have to make them leave?" Katsuki sighed. "You're such a stickler for rules, Mikumo."

Izuku glared. "I'm Izuku on the set. Or call me Deku if you want to get in-character."

Katsuki chuckled. "You know, I was offered the role of Izuku Midoriya, but I turned them down. Katsuki ranks higher in the manga popularity polls, so I figured playing him would help me score more chicks."

A new man walked up behind him. "That's not true, you only got offered one role, now get back into character." The short, pudgy man wore a shirt that read DIRECTOR on the front and tapped his hand against the script.

Katsuki coughed and looked away sheepishly. "I probably would have been offered the main character, except I'm too handsome to be the plain, bullied kid."

The director bellowed, "Enough chit-chat! Put your Katsuki face on."

The change was immediate and astounding. Katsuki's whiny look dropped off his face, replaced by a cold, angry glare. He sneered. "Later, Deku," he growled, bumping into Izuku's shoulder, then stalking away.

Izuku said, "That guy is annoying, but I have to admit, he's a top-notch actor. His range for roles is incredible."

All for One manipulated the ground to reach up and grab Katsuki's ankle. He tripped and face-planted on the dirt. "Not my beautiful face!" Katsuki screamed. "Doctor! I need a doctor!"

The director sighed. "Now I suppose his scene will be delayed until he's done primping on front of the mirror. We'll have to film a different one. Where's Shouto Todoroki?" He stomped off, muttering to himself.

Tomura and Dabi walked by. It took All for One a second to recognize Tomura because he had black hair and eyes. Tomura held a white wig in one hand, twirling it on his finger. Dabi also had black hair at the moment, probably not dyed.

Izuku called, "Dabi, have you seen your little brother? I mean the one from both the show and real life. Ugh, that keeps getting confusing."

Tomura said, "Our director has such a thing about casting people in matching roles with their relatives. He acted annoyed that I don't have a sister even though she would almost certainly be too old to play Hana. It's been creating so much Dad for One speculation." He winked at Izuku.

All for One wondered what Dad for One meant. That sounded like the villain name of a loser who'd ripped off his name.

Dabi typed into his phone, then held it up. The note on his phone read: I texted Shouto to let him know. I hope he hasn't gotten into trouble again.

All for One gaped. Dabi of all people was passing up on the chance to talk? "Did something happen to your throat?" he demanded.

Izuku said, "Dad, don't you remember? Dabi has selective mutism, and he only feels comfortable talking when he's playing a role."

All for One burst out laughing. Whoa, Dabi was a loser in both universes!

Tomura put his hands on his hips and glared. "Are you mocking my best friend, boomer?"

Izuku waved his hands. "Sorry about him! He's deep in his method acting. He isn't even paying attention to this conversation." Steering All for One away, Izuku whispered, "Dad, I know how you get when you're immersed in a role, but we're not on camera yet. That was rude. Do you want a newspaper headline reading 'Veteran star Hisashi Akatani bullies rookie actors'?"

All for One could care less, but he was distracted by the boom coming from the closest trailer. Moments later, a black-haired Shouto Todoroki ran by, whooping and laughing.

Izuku sighed. "What prank did he pull this time?"

Toshinori Yagi stepped out of his open door. "He filled my trailer with balloons. I think it's funny, but the director will be annoyed."

All for One's spine straightened. All Might was here! In his weak, scrawny form! In a universe with no quirks! All for One could stick a hand through his old enemy's chest and rip out his heart. None of these pitiful quirkless people could stop him. It wouldn't be as good as killing his own All Might, but it would still be fun. Ah, but then Izuku would stop being so friendly. Hmm, what quirks did All for One have to assassinate someone secretly? He ran though his options.

A second Toshinori Yagi poked his head out of the opposite trailer, except this one was muscular and buff. He said, "Shouto rigged a box of foam peanuts over my door." He pulled one out of his hair.

Two All Mights?! This was an abomination. All for One's eyes went back and forth between them. He pointed. He stuttered. He concluded that he had no choice but to kill both of them just to make it stop, and then kidnap Izuku.

Just before the bloodbath commenced, Yoichi Shigaraki stepped out of the fake school. With a gentle smile, he said, "All for One, there you are! Both Katsuki and Shouto are causing trouble, so the director wants to film our scene next."

All for One stared into the brilliantly green eyes of his younger brother, brought back to life. He whimpered. All Might became totally irrelevant. All other thoughts erased from his mind, he took a step forward.

Yoichi stepped backward. "Are you okay? You look…" he swallowed. "…scary."

All for One didn't know what expression he had on his face. For the first time in centuries, he had no words.

The director bellowed, "Both of you, get over here!" He waved at them. Yoichi turned away. In a daze, All for One followed.

The fake U.A. had a room inside with blank white walls. A camera crew stood ready in the corner. The director said, "We'll be adding the Void with CGI. Izuku, stand here. Yoichi, here. All for One, you're in front." The director stood next to Yoichi, positioning his body. "Remember, you're full of defiance for your brother and pride in your successor. You're not going to let All for One have One for All no matter what."

Yoichi nodded and clenched his fist. "I'll do my best!" Nervous sweat dripped down his forehead.

The director turned to All for One and said, "You, this is the first time you've laid eyes on your little brother in centuries. Look at him like—oh, good, exactly that expression, perfect."

Under the force of All for One's stare, Yoichi trembled. "Ieee! I'm sorry!" He immediately prostrated himself on the ground. "You can have One for All right away."

All for One's brain, which was already struggling to comprehend his little brother's living presence, completely short-circuited.

The director pinched his forehead. "Yoichi, that isn't your line."

Sobbing, Yoichi hid behind Izuku. "He's too scary! Please make him stop looking at me."

"Someone get Third in here!" the director shouted.

All for One barely even noticed Third enter the room. He was too focused on Yoichi, trembling and sniffling like a frightened rabbit. The sight was simply too adorable. All for One approached with a smile. "Do you need your big brother to comfort you?" He held out his arms for a hug.

Yoichi screamed and tried to climb Izuku's body.

Half-falling over, Izuku growled, "Dad, you're not helping."

All for One took a step forward. Yoichi gibbered in terror.

Third picked up Yoichi by the back of his collar and lifted him away. "It's okay. I'm here." Third hugged Yoichi. This annoyed All for One, so he glared. Yoichi squeaked and hid his face in Third's shoulder.

Lifting up Yoichi's chin, Third asked, "What's your line?"

Yoichi sniffled and wiped his nose. "You'll n-never…" He sniffled again.

"One more time," Third said patiently.

"You'll never have One for All, big brother."

"Good, very good." Third patted Yoichi's head. "Now, look at me when you say the line. I'll stand behind All for One." Third positioned himself on the other side of the room.

"Action!" the director bellowed.

Yoichi took one look at All for One, then immediately pulled out his wallet and held it out. "Please take all my money and don't hurt me."

"Cut!" The director sighed. "He's trying to steal your quirk, not your money."

Lowering his eyes to the floor, Yoichi said, "I don't have this quirk thingy. But you can have all my cash and I won't even cancel my credit cards."

Truly, what a wonderful attitude that all little brothers should emulate. Licking his lips, All for One chuckled. Yoichi dropped to the floor and played dead.

The director groaned. "Ugh, this isn't working. We'll have Yoichi deliver his lines to the blank wall. All for One, you go outside. I'll bring you in for your lines later."

All for One dug in his heels. Looking at Yoichi, he said, "I'd rather stay here." This was All for One's ideal little brother! Weak, reliant on other people, totally unable to look after himself, and most importantly, possessing the spinelessness of a jellyfish. This Yoichi would have clearly folded after thirty seconds in the vault. Truly, All for One must have been meant to get a perfect little brother like this one. Maybe All for One's real little brother had been swapped at birth with the feral one he'd gotten stuck with. If he returned, then All for One was determined to find a way to take this little brother back home with him.

Yoichi started crying. "He's looking at me with scary eyes again! Make him leave or I quit!"

Just look at his nose tremble like a baby rabbit's! Those adorable tears reminded All for One of the good old days when his brother had been small and easily bullied. So many fond memories of pinching Yoichi until he cried or telling him that there had been a zombie apocalypse and everyone they knew and loved had died.

The director pulled All for One out of the room. "Let's go out of character for a moment, Akatani. Yoichi can't handle the full force of your glare. He isn't an actor. He only came on set because he's dating one of our makeup artists. I asked him and his boyfriend to play two of our ghostly vestiges in a vision after our original actors failed to show up. And the viewers loved him! They thought he was pretty. I'd hoped no one would pay much attention to him so I could swap him out later. I had to beg Yoichi to come back and play the role. I can't replace him because there's no one else with such great hair. Do you know anyone else with such great hair?"

All for One pointed at himself. "Me, before my accident—"

"Don't kid yourself!" the director barked. "Your hair is nothing compared to his!"

"Rude," All for One sniffed. He contemplated murdering the director but it would be troublesome if his new perfect brother ran away from the carnage.

"Ugh, I see you're too deep in-character. I'm getting at least one scene filmed today no matter what," the director growled, heading back inside.

All for One prowled around the building, looking for a window through which to see Yoichi. Then he laid eyes on such a delicious sight that he froze in place.

A tiny Izuku sat on the grass, playing with a white-haired girl who had a unicorn horn. The child was a complete replica of Izuku in every single way, down to his brilliantly friendly smile. He held a Teddy bear in his lap. A fake tea party was set up on front of him. The girl had a doll in her lap—Principal Nezu? No, that was merely a puppet. But All for One would swear that the puppet looked right at him.

"Eri!" Aizawa shouted. He ran over and picked up the girl. "Don't touch the cursed Nezu puppet! That thing scares me."

Eri giggled. "Daddy, we were having a tea party and Nezu just appeared out of nowhere to play with us."

"That's the part that scares me," Aizawa muttered. "Look, normally I mock other actors for being superstitious. When the stage hands first told me that the Nezu puppet was moving around on its own, I thought it was a bad joke. But I've seen it with my own two eyes! No matter how many times we lock up the puppet every night, it keeps getting out and wandering the set! I'm not letting you reenact the movie 'Chucky.' Your other father would never forgive me. He was nervous enough about letting you act at your age." Aizawa looked around. He pointed at All for One. "You, protect young Izuku from the evil puppet. I'm getting Eri out of here." Aizawa carried away the girl who must be his daughter in this universe.

Young Izuku ran over and gave All for One a hug. "Dad!" he chirped, his hair flopping over his face.

All for One never turned down hugs from his son. His arms reacted as his mind reeled. Had the Rewind girl deaged his son? But didn't this universe have no quirks? More importantly, could he take the small, cute Izuku home with him too?

Izuku stepped out of the studio. "Yoichi is too upset to act. The director says we can go."

"I did my scene today, big brother! It was fun." Young Izuku ran over and hugged the older one.

All for One looked between them with confusion. "Clones?"

Izuku snorted. "Knowing our director, he probably would try to clone me in order to have someone to play my younger self. Fortunately, I've got a little brother. Snap out of the method acting, Dad. The day is over, and we're going home."

Apparently All for One had two sons in this universe? How delightful. "Let's go home," All for One said amiably. He ducked into the building, then returned with Yoichi thrown over his shoulder. "I'm ready now."

"Help, I'm being kidnapped," Yoichi whimpered.

Hisashi had spent what felt like at least an hour trying to remember how isekaied characters got home. Mostly they didn't, unfortunately.

Some people would have used their position as the villain to influence the My Hero Academia world for the better. Based on the existence of the High-End Nomu designed to kill All Might, it seemed like the U.S.J. incident would happen soon. Tensei Iida would be maimed by Stain shortly after. A little girl named Eri was being horrifically tortured.

But Hisashi didn't particularly care. Not because they were manga characters—as a general rule, Hisashi didn't care about people besides his closest friends and family. Hisashi knew that he was on the sociopath spectrum. Although he'd never harmed a person before, much less killed one. He'd once considered murdering an annoying neighbor but he'd concluded the odds of getting caught by the police and ruining his life of wealth and power were too high. Morals had never interested him except for how the consequences would affect him. Although Hisashi had never killed before, he knew he could without hesitation or remorse in order to protect his life. He kept that fact to himself. It would make people look at him funny.

If whatever power had transported Hisashi here hoped that he would become a standard transmigrating protagonist and save the manga characters, then they were destined to be disappointed. Hisashi was only interested in staying alive and returning home. In order to maximize his odds of survival, he had no intention of poking his nose in other people's business or doing anything to make the dangerous villains around him suspect he might be an imposter. He'd already inadvertently aroused enough suspicion when he'd first arrived in this world without knowing what he was doing.

Hisashi needed to get out of here. He knew that he couldn't pretend to be All for One for very long. For one thing, he had no quirks. For another thing, his makeup would fall off.

Escaping was a risk, but every moment he stayed was also a risk. Hisashi opened his window. He was on the second floor, but there was a tree by his room. If this was the Nomu factory from the show, he had a rough idea of where he was. He'd seen a map as part of the TV materials. He could make it into town. Once he got this makeup off, he would no longer be All for One. He could blend in among ordinary people. Then he would seek a way home.

Lifting a leg out the window, Hisashi hopped over to the tree.

Tomura knocked on the door. "I'm sorry to bother you again so soon, Sensei. Dr. Garaki insisted that I bring you some medicine."

Hisashi hesitated. To refuse might increase suspicion. But every encounter with the dangerous man-child villain was a chance to die. He shouted, "Tomura, I order you to leave."

"Yes, Sensei." Tomura sounded subdued.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the tree branch broke. Hisashi fell, branches scraping at his arms. Luckily, he landed on a bush.

"Sensei? What happened?" Tomura decayed the door and ran over to the window.

Hisashi looked up, dazed but determined to act for his life. He faked a nonchalant tone. "Ah, Tomura, I fear I've had an accident with one of my newer quirks. I must be sicker than I realized, to lose control so easily. How tiresome."

Tomura gaped. "Sensei…your eyes…"

Hisashi's hand went to his face. To his horror, he realized the gauze covering his eyes had gotten caught on a tree branch. His dark brown eyes were exposed.

"Imposter! Where is my Sensei?" Tomura screamed, then decayed the wall in his fury.

"Please let me down," Yoichi whispered.

"Nope," All for One said cheerfully. Yoichi hung limp and slack, not even trying to fight. All for One's Yoichi would have bitten at least once by now. This one was so adorably easy to kidnap!

"Let's compromise," Yoichi whimpered. "What if you let me down, and I give you all my money before I run away? You can even have my haircare products!"

Izuku stared. "Oh, dear. Dad, are you completely lost in your method acting? Who do you think this is?"

All for One said, "It's okay, Izuku. It's not kidnapping when you're family."

Izuku looked even more worried. "Dad, this guy isn't your brother. He's playing your brother in a TV show. You're an only child."

"I have nothing to do with you." Yoichi sniffled. "Please let me go home."

Yoichi wasn't his other self's brother? Even better! That meant All for One would have no opposition to kidnapping him! (Of course All for One firmly believed that he could outmatch any wimpy actor version of himself if need be.) How fortunate that this Yoichi was completely free for the taking.

Izuku bit his lip. "I'm calling Mom." He pulled out his phone. Then his head turned toward a commotion.

The director was shouting at Shouto Todoroki while Dabi stood between them. Although Dabi didn't talk, he seemed to be trying to shield his little brother with his body. Shouto had a massive shit-eating grin across his face.

Izuku sighed. "Oh, no, I have to go save Shouto from the consequences of his own actions. Little brother, please watch Dad and don't let him kidnap anyone." Izuku ran off.

All for One looked at young Izuku. Young Izuku clutched his Teddy bear under his arm and looked back with mild curiosity. Yoichi sobbed softly. All for One said, "I'll buy you ice cream if you let me kidnap a new uncle for you."

"Yay!" Young Izuku cheered. "I get ice cream and a new uncle!"

Yoichi wailed, "Someone save me!"

As if on cue, Second walked by.

All for One stiffened. He would know that spikey-haired, scarred face anywhere. Second was dragging Katsuki after him. Katsuki had a very oversized bandage over his face and a pout.

Second said, "You're not even injured, you can take the bandage off."

Katsuki cried, "I'm going to sue that road for having a hole in it! Who will take responsibility for my beautiful face? My looks are all I have. Even I know that no one will ever love me for my personality."

All for One scowled. "I suppose you're here to save your boyfriend from me."

Second looked up. "Who?" His gaze took in Yoichi hanging over All for One's shoulder.

Yoichi cried, "I don't know why you're accusing me of cheating on my boyfriend with spiky-head. His hair isn't even close to good enough for me. I don't even remember this guy's real name! No offense."

Second said, "None taken. You're very hot and it's an honor to be shipped with you, but I've got a wife and this kid here." He patted Katsuki's head. "You two can continue whatever it is that you're doing. I've got to take my hypochondriac brat to a hospital because he thinks he's going to get tetanus from one little scrape." He walked away.

"Wait!" Yoichi wailed. "Please help me, whatever-your-name-is! I'm sorry I insulted your hair!"

All for One threw back his head and laughed. "I knew you were the perfect little brother!" Finally, All for One had found himself a Yoichi who wasn't dating Second. This had definitely been his real little brother swapped at birth. All for One must have been sent to this world to take him back home. And both Izukus too. He could always enjoy more Izukus.

Wait, All for One needed one more thing before he could look for a way to leave. If there was a script for the TV show, then it would contain knowledge about the future of his own world. He must have it.

Turning to Young Izuku, All for One said, "Two ice creams if you guard the prisoner while your dad gets something important."

Young Izuku beamed. "I want chocolate chip and pistachio!"

All for One set Yoichi down. Yoichi immediately tried to crawl away, only for Young Izuku to step forward and block his path. "Nuh-uh! Dad says you can't leave, new uncle."

Yoichi immediately adopted dogeza position on the ground before a kindergartener. "I'm sorry! Please don't hit me!"

The spine of a jellyfish had been generous. This Yoichi had the spine of a single-celled organism.

With a speed quirk blurring his legs, All for One ran back to his trailer. Sure enough, there was a script sitting on the dressing table. All for One reached for it.

The Nezu puppet appeared out of thin air, sitting on top of the script. Glassy bead eyes started straight at All for One.

Naturally, All for One picked up the puppet and threw it across the room.

When All for One turned back the dressing table, the script was gone. He turned around.

The Nezu puppet had somehow moved to stand upright against the wall. It stared straight at All for One, script in paw.

All for One feared neither man nor god. But something in that puppet's empty stare made him take a step backward. All for One decided to leave, not because he was afraid, but because he had better things to do and a little brother to kidnap. He could probably get Izuku to tell him all about the script.

When All for One returned, he found Yoichi sobbing into Third's arms. Yoichi sniffled, "Darling, I was so scared!"

Gently, Third said, "It's okay. A small child can't kidnap you. You can say no. We've talked about this."

Yoichi clung tighter to Third's shirt. "He's a very scary child! He glared at me."

Young Izuku said, "I meant it to be a friendly smile. You're my uncle now!"

All for One groaned. "Ugh, so you're not dating one brother thief but you're dating the other one instead?" This was a true disappointment. However, All for One remained optimistic. This Yoichi looked like he'd be very easy to brainwash.

Gazing at All for One with terrified eyes, Yoichi hyperventilated. Third patted Yoichi's head. "Breathe deeply. Let's go to your trailer and get your blanky. That will make you feel better."

All for One was about to stop his prisoner from escaping, when the director spoke from behind him: "Hey, you lost your script!" One script tucked under his arm, he waved the second one. "Why did you leave it with the Nezu puppet? The stage crew is terrified enough of that thing already without you fueling the rumors."

Since All for One badly wanted that script and wimpy Yoichi would be easy to recapture, he turned around and snatched the script. "You must be a somewhat impressive person to have braved that abomination and retrieved my script. Since you are useful, I will forgive you for shouting at me."

The director growled, "Good, because I'm not done yet. I told you not to break Yoichi's mind! He's threatening to quit again! Now, in all fairness, that guy is super-breakable. He's like one of those stained glass lamps sitting at the edges of tables at antique shops, a trap just waiting for a child to knock one over so the parents have to pay for it. Anything can scare Yoichi. A leaf falling to the ground scares Yoichi. His mental resilience is in the negatives. He cried yesterday for an hour because the cafeteria didn't have his favorite sandwich. But either you need to find me someone else with equally good hair or stop harassing him. I realize you tried to go easy on your glare during your scene with him—"

"Go easy?" All for One interrupted with a frown. "Who went easy? That was my usual glare."

The director laughed. "That was maybe half as scary as your usual glare!"

All for One's temper rose. "Are you saying that some actor is better at playing me than me? This is an outrage! I—"

White light flashed across his vision.

Right before Hisashi expected to be decayed, he found himself sitting on the ground in front of his director. A leaf still stuck to his makeup.

The director frowned. "Hey, what just ruined your makeup? Did you…change positions? In no time at all?"

Hisashi laughed and leapt to his feet. "I'm home! I'm free!" Impulsively, he hugged the director. Then he whirled around and hugged his youngest son. The older one, just walking over, got a hug too.

The director wandered off, muttering about how the cursed puppet must be getting to him.

"Jeez, you've been acting odd today, Dad," Mikumo said.

Hisashi wiped his eyes. Oh, dear, All for One must have been in his world. "I didn't kill anyone, did I?"

"No, just a light kidnapping," Mikumo reassured him.

Hisashi looked down at his phone, which had just buzzed. "Is that why my lawyer texted me that the man who plays Yoichi Shigaraki is taking out a restraining order against me?"

All for One reappeared sitting under a tree. To his great annoyance, the script had not transferred with him. He blamed puppet Nezu for this.

Tomura leapt from the wreckage of a wall and ran forward with a snarling face. All for One easily used a wind quirk to knock the welp away.

"Sensei!" Tomura gasped. "You're back! What happened? Who was that imposter?"

All for One shrugged. "Eh, it was complicated and I don't feel like explaining it. Hurry up and follow me, Tomura. We're enrolling in acting school."

Tomura stared. "Are you still an imposter?"

All for One scowled. "There's an actor who has a better glare than me, and I won't tolerate that! By the time I'm done, I'll be the most terrifying villain in the multiverse!"

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Picked the Wrong Narrator

Author: I bet you were super-surprised by actor Katsuki Bakugo's personality!

All for One: Who is Bakugo again?

Author: Aw.

All for One: But I did appreciate how you shut Dabi up for once.

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Omake: Alternate Dialogue Part One

Director: Yoichi would never survive the full force of your glare. Try to be less like a supervillain looking at an enemy and more like an older brother teasing his cute little brother.

All for One: Hmm, that's exactly what I was doing. Let me try again.

Director: You're not quite as scary as usual but you've gotten way creepier.

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Omake: Alternate Dialogue Part Two

Actor Third: You can say no.

Actor Yoichi: But no is such a harsh, scary word. I prefer something softer like maybe. Maybe can actually mean no. Unless someone asks me twice and then I always give in.

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Omake: Family Tree

All for One: If Yoichi isn't my brother in this universe, then who is his big brother? I can't see him surviving to adulthood without one.

Actor Yoichi: I'm the oldest. The actor who plays Hikage Shinomori is my younger brother.

Yoichi: I agree to swap universes! Please!

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Omake: Meanwhile at the Firsts Club

Actor Yoichi: Why did you all give me this trophy? I don't think I accomplished much in my fic.

Yoichi: The All for Ones Club found out about you and they all fought to the death over you. You're our hero!

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Omake: The World Saved?

All for One: I've won half a dozen acting awards. Let's get back to conquering Japan.

Tomura: I'm never leaving! Acting is my one true calling in life!

Author's Note: It was hard for me to come up with a different version of First because I've written multiple personalities for him already. However, he'd never been a cowardly crybaby before. This Yoichi would not have even made it through the vault door before he surrendered.

For the record, I absolutely believe that if Tomura (or anyone in the League of Villains) got into theatre then he'd have an outlet for his drama and lose all interest in villainy.