One For All: First Man!

"Hello." - Dialogue

"I am here!" - All Might/Special Character Speaking

"Detroit Smash!" - Special/Signature Move

What's happening?- Character Thinking

"Izuku!"- Phone call/Flashback Dialogue

Random Location – Random Time…– Time and Place

Chapter 4: Meeting A Pro!? A Father's Reflection!

AN: Whoa! Bet ya didn't think I was gonna continue this, huh? Well, quite frankly, neither did I. I mean, I legitimately thought about deleting this story for a while. Well, clearly that is no longer the case. This story is back on! Don't get your hopes too high for a consistent release schedule, though. During this summer, I'll have more time to work on this story. Whenever my classes start up again, I'll have less time. I may also change my mind again regarding this story, so do keep that in mind.

Either way, you probably want an explanation as to why I came back. Here you go. I wanted to come back to this story for two main reasons: for the sake of closure and to really test out my writing chops. I want to be a creator of comic books in the future, so I would want some experience writing. This isn't exactly the same as writing for a comic book, but it is still excellent practice, I think. Plus, I do like writing.

I'm also going to go and do some small edits to previous chapters once again. These changes are more of a personal thing, rather than for the sake of grammar and such; though, there are going to be some grammatical fixes, yo.

One more thing before we begin, this chapter 4 is quite different yet also similar to the original draft I had years ago. That old draft is long gone, deleted. This meant that I had to write Chapter 4 from scratch. That's perfectly fine by me, though. I think it is much better than the old version.

Well, with that out of the way: ON WITH THE SHOW!

One Week Later – Training at the Dagobah Municipal Beach – Late Morning…

Sweat poured down my face as I felt my whole body quiver under the weight of the huge bag of collected garbage. The sun certainly was not relenting that day. I wished that it was since I was spending my morning at the Dagobah beach.

I felt my whole body dragging along with the garbage while I was taking it to the collection truck. I could see it getting closer and closer with each step. That was until my vision blurred. One truck became two, then three, then four. The trucks started to spin around in circles. My muscles started to cry out in anguish. It felt like my bones were about to crumble. My head felt weightless as sweat poured down on it. The next thing I knew, the whole world around me spun, and I could feel the weight of the bag crush me. From one moment to the next, I felt the hot sand slam against my face, or, rather, my face slammed against the hot sand.

"Ugh…" Yeah, I was not doing too well. All Might came to my aid as soon as I fell flat. She turned me around to face upwards.

"Woah, kid! You alright!?" Her worry was very apparent on her face.

"Eugh…" I was clearly not okay. I think it was a heat stroke, but it could have been pure exhaustion. I was pushing myself a bit too hard. I saw All Might grab a bottle of cold water, and she quickly poured it on my face. It was enough to pull me back into reality and was very refreshing. The sand that stuck to my face fell away. It didn't stop my whole body from aching, though.

"Izuku… are you okay?"

"Well… I'm better. Thanks for the water." Her face filled with relief and she exhaled. Then a look of regret appeared on her face.

"Alright. It's clear that I have pushed you too far today. C'mon, kid, let's get you up." She pulled me from the ground and leaned me on herself. The pain of my workout shot throughout my body like a bolt of lightning. This caused me to sharply inhale. "Whoa, easy there, kid. Let's sit you down." She led me to a white beach chair that she set up earlier this morning. She gently placed me onto the chair.

"Thanks, All Might," I said. She turned away from me.

"Sorry about that, kid. I pushed you too much today."

"It's okay…" It was a very strange feeling to have All Might apologize to you personally. I was definitely never going to get used to this. I saw her turn back to me with this new look of resolve.

"All right! That's it then. No more training for today and tomorrow! Got it?" I nodded in response. "Hmm. You don't look like you're gonna be moving anytime soon. It seems I'll have to call in backup." That made me start to worry.

"W-Wait, All Might! I thought we couldn't tell anyone about our secret training!"

"Hey, look. Don't worry. She already knows about One For All. In fact, a good number of Pro Heroes do."

"Wait, a Pro!? Who?" This was getting me a little bit hyped. It was a Pro Hero coming to help me!

Well, now that I think about it, All Might would have these sorts of connections. Wait… Who would it be? I began thinking about some Pros that could heal me. Well, there's Recovery Girl, but that seems too crazy. Why would she get one of the greatest support Heroes in the world for me? There's probably another Hero that I can't think of, right now…

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone ringing. All Might was calling the Pro Hero that was going to help me.

"Good morning, Nana," a tired elderly voice spoke.

"Morning, "All Might rapidly answered. "I need you to come over to the Dagobah beach."

"Right. Isn't that where you said you would take your successor to train?"

"Yes. We are both here."

"Oh, so I finally get to meet your successor, huh? So, why do you need me to come over?"

"I'm currently training the next wielder, and…"

"And you need my healing powers?"

"Yes, Chiyo. I pushed him way too hard today." My ears perked up when I heard that name.

Wait… is that who I think it is? No way… Excitement began to flow through my aching body. Recovery Girl!?

"Of course you did. You're a very inexperienced trainer, after all… Wait, hold on!" The sudden shift in tone signified something. "Did you say him!?" All Might did not tell her everything. That made me wonder why she didn't let her know the full situation. I did not have to wonder for too long, thankfully.

"I forgot to mention that. Oops…" My eyes widened in shock. I could not believe the number one Hero of Japan was forgetful enough to mention such an important detail. At the time, I didn't know how important it was for me to see this side of my favorite Hero. It was a good reminder of a crucial fact: All Might was a human being like the rest of us.

"Oh, you clumsy woman… I'll be there soon."

20 Minutes Later…

My head faced up to the clear blue sky. The blazing rays of the sun grated on my face as I tried to rest my head on the beach chair. I could hear the typical sounds of the shore: seagulls sounding, waves crashing, and the breeze of the sea. It helped me calm down in spite of the pain I was going through at that moment. The stench of the garbage flew into my nostrils every time I took deep breaths; it brought down my enjoyment of being at this beach.

That was something I did not realize on the first day of training: the challenge that the stench would bring. Hot and sunny days like these would bring out the stench of the garbage. Usually, though, we started early in the morning and would finish our training at this time. I would've normally left for home by now.

Even after 20 minutes, my body was still immobilized and in great pain. I started to wonder when Recovery Girl was gonna arrive. My mind shifted, however, to the possibility to meet the Recovery Girl, herself. It's not every day that you get to meet one of the greatest support Heroes ever! She had one of the best Quirks for support: Heal! These thoughts were interrupted when I heard the voice of an older woman greet All Might.

"There you are, Nana!" This scolding shout alerted me to her presence and had me raise my head. This was when I was able to get a better look at her.

She was a short elderly woman with gray hair that you would expect a woman of her age to have. It was tied up in a netted bun that had this syringe poking out diagonally to the left. Her small eyes were behind a purple-tinted visor that was connected to her helmet. Said visor rested on her equally small nose. Her neutral face had these very noticeable folds on her cheeks.

She wore a white lab coat over a white dress that had a red and yellow vest-like design. Near the top of her dress were two yellow buttons, and she had this belt with a pink "R" shaped buckle. A pair of pink boots matched the color of her buckle. The yellow gloves on her hands were holding this large syringe that she appeared to use as a cane.

I was immediately able to recognize who this was. It was indeed Recovery Girl, her real name being Chiyo Shuzenji. This was unbelievable. I actually got to be healed by Recovery Girl. This was certainly a great day so far. My excitement was, once again, cut off by Recovery Girl's voice.

"So, you chose a male to wield this power?" Her simple question held this weight that was a reminder of how radically out there I, a man, getting this power is. That was something important to understand. Me accepting One For All was a very heavy decision that I made, and I needed to constantly remind myself of that. All Might willingly giving it to me was equally as heavy, as was made clear in how she answered.

"Yes." It was a weighty, but simple and straightforward response. There was not a single ounce of sarcasm, she was serious.

"Really, then? Okay, so where is this… boy." The tone of her voice indicated that she was very doubtful of what All Might had told her. It was surprising in a certain way. I was pretty sure that All Might wouldn't make something like this up, but it was also very understandable. As I had just mentioned, this was a radical decision the both of us made.

"He's over there." I saw her turn around and point to me laying on the chair. Recover Girl slowly made her way to where I was. As she got closer, she looked at me with an initially curious expression. Her face shifted into shock when she got close enough to get a clear look at me.

"Wow. You really weren't making this up. That certainly is a boy you've chosen…" She closely observed my face, as if I reminded her of someone. The more she looked, the more her face shifted into recognition. She then gave a content hum. "You really do have his freckles," she quietly whispered. This immediately confused me. Whose freckles did I have? My dad?

No way she's talking about him. There is no way a Pro such as herself actually knows my dad… This was getting really strange. The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. How did she seem to recognize me? Does she know my dad? If not, then who is she talking about? What's happening?

Before I could form any coherent response, a smirk formed on her face and she gained a playful look. She then turned to face All Might.

"You really don't recognize this boy, Nana?" This got both me and All Might really confused now.

"What are you talking about?" She took the words right out of my mouth. Neither of us knew what on earth she meant by this stuff. "I never met him before the Sludge Villain incident." That was true, of course. I met All Might in person for the first time that day. It's crazy to think that it had only been a little over a week since then. Recovery Girl then started to chuckle at what All Might said. She then turned to face me.

"Say, young man, what is your name?" Her speaking to me returned my excitement after facing confusion about what she was saying. I was reminded when she asked that question, that I was speaking to an actual Pro. Sure I was definitely still confused, but excited, too.

"Izuku… Midoriya…" I strained out. My body was still incapacitated, after all. In fact, after those twenty minutes, I think everything started to hurt worse than before. It took a lot of energy just to speak. When she heard me say my name, she nodded her head, like she just confirmed something with certainty. Even though I have told her my name before, All Might's eyes widened in shock, as if she was realizing something. She did not say anything, however, and stood still.

"Mmm hmm. I knew it," Recovery Girl whispered. She then gave me another look over. "Oh my, she really did push you too hard, huh?" She stroked my head to comfort me. "It'll be okay, Midoriya-kun. I'll take care of that now." Her lips puckered and stretched to meet my cheek. As soon as she kissed me, I began to feel a great sense of relief. The aches were washed away by waves of comfort. While I was being freed from my pain, my eyelids felt like they were being dragged down. This was the effect of Recovery Girl's Quirk. She takes the life energy of a person to accelerate the natural healing abilities of the human body. She can even control how much the healing factor of a person was accelerated. This allows her to control how much stamina is remaining in the person. It seemed that, for me, she used up the rest of my stamina. Granted, I did not have that much stamina after being pushed too hard today.

While losing consciousness, I saw that she gave a teasing look to All Might. "Are you sure you didn't pick him because he's…" Before I could get the rest of her sentence, my world faded to black.

The Previous Day at 11 PM – An Apartment somewhere in Miami, Florida, United States…

"By the way, isn't it late from where you're calling, sweetie?" A woman's voice questioned on the phone. I gave a slight sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Yes, it is," I quietly answered. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was giving me that look. She probably also had her other hand on her hips. She would always do that whenever I was doing something stupid. It always helped keep me in check. It's one of the many reasons I married this wonderful woman.

"It isn't healthy for you to be up this late every time you wanna call us, Hisashi," my wife said, scolding me.

"Yes, I know, but I don't want to call when it's late for you. Plus, work gets in the way," I reasoned.

"I understand that, but you need to take of yourself too, you know? You don't have to call us every night…" Once again, my wife was right.

I do sometimes wonder where I'd be without her. While my wife made an excellent point, there was a reason I try to check on them often. That's because I get quite worried about them, especially Izuku. The poor kid grew up in this awful society that we live in. I keep getting worried that he might lose all of his virtues and give in to the damage it has caused him. My wife reassures me that he was doing fine and that he was still our little boy, but I couldn't help being worried about my son.

"Of course, Inko. I love you."

"I love you, too," she sweetly cooed. I was once again reminded how much I miss her. That woman was some kind of wonderful. As I was about to hang up, I remembered something I wanted to ask Inko.

"Oh, wait! Is Izuku there with you? I wanna talk to him."

"He's out right now." This was certainly interesting, He doesn't usually go out on the weekends. He's usually studying, or researching Hero stuff at home. "He started fitness training." I raised my eyebrow upon hearing this.

Fitness? My mind began trying to understand what Izuku was doing. It was a little out of left field after all. Why is my son working out? I mean, don't get me wrong. It's good that my son is exercising. I just wonder why he's starting now… Could it be that he still has that dream?

"Really? By himself?"

"No, he apparently met with a personal trainer." Now I was getting a little bit more confused

"Oh? How'd Izuku find one?"

"He said they met at a café…" When she said that, my eyes rolled.

Come on, Izuku, I thought to myself. He was clearly hiding something from Inko, which upset me a little. Izuku, however, is not one to just lie for fun or his own benefit, so there must be a good reason as to why he's not being fully honest. I decided to just learn more from Inko before I start trying to figure this out.

"Is this trainer of his making you guys pay?"

"No, she's not."

Oooh, she, huh? This is getting more and more suspect… It definitely is not Izuku spending time with some girl from school. He wouldn't – no, scratch that – couldn't do that. From the sound of it, it seems that she is some older lady. Izuku wouldn't just start training with some random woman like that. I knew that he was definitely trying to hide something important about this lady and her training.

"How… generous of her."

"I know, right? Her name is Nana Shimura, by the way." Upon hearing that name, my mind froze.

What? What!? Nana's training my own son!? Wait, does that mean she's… Oh, man. She actually might have chosen him! I can't believe it… My son… The sound of my wife's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Hisashi, honey? Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine… It's just a little shocking that he wanted fitness training." I didn't know what to do with this fact. My mind was racing at the possibility that my own son was chosen to be the next One For All wielder. It was just… too surreal.

"I couldn't agree more. It seems that he's happy about it though. One thing that's worrying me is that I have yet to meet this Nana Shimura. Izuku said that we would meet soon, but I don't like the idea of him training with a stranger."

"Right. Well, I gotta go to bed. Tell Izuku I love him."

"He already knows that, Hisashi," Inko spoke in a soft, yet teasing voice. "Besides, why don't you tell him yourself when you get here?"

"Yeah… Goodnight, Inko."

"Goodnight, Hisashi. Love you."

"Love you, too." I hung up the phone and laid on my bed. My mind became very unclear as I learned what was going on with my son. My mind was still a haze as I was laying there on the unkempt bed. The moonlight was the only thing that illuminated this musty apartment. I was basically just waiting until I sorted these things out, but it didn't work.

I decided that laying in this bed won't help clear my mind, so I grabbed my last cigar and went out into the patio. The patio had a simple black and cushioned chair that was next to this table that had a glass top. Since I was on the third floor, I was able to get a good view of the starless Miami night. The moon's pale light was shining clearly tonight, at least. No clouds were there, just the moon.

"Well, at least I know why Izuku wasn't saying the whole truth," I said to myself. I placed my cigar in my mouth and lit it. I took my first puff. My tired mind became stimulated and the haze started to leave me. My now clear mind began to think about this development.

Nana… how'd you meet my son? This right here was the million yen question. I didn't really understand how they met. That café stuff was totally a fib. How did she end up finding Izuku? Was it because he was rescued by her? Was it due to him finding out the truth behind Nana's powers? Did something he do make her choose him? Man… I don't know… I took a hearty drag from my cigar and exhaled out into the humid Florida night.

Do you know he's my son? The second million yen question. Did she recognize that he's my kid? Izuku got his hair color and eye color from his mom. But his unruly hair? Those freckles? They came from me. Izuku also probably told her his full name, right? I mean, it has been a while, so maybe she forgot my family name? I took another drag from my cigar. These have always helped clear my mind in times like these. I kinda hope she hasn't recognized him…

Still, fitness training with a personal trainer? Yeah, my son's a terrible liar. He was way too good-natured to lie well, thankfully. Maybe if she knows that Izuku is my kid, she'd be more willing to tell Inko about all this and meet her in person. I knew this would be the case as I and the other organization members are well aware of the truth of her power. Then I shuddered at the possibility of them meeting as I remembered the… strained relationship they had during our university days. Okay, maybe that's not a good thing. Sheesh, this keeps gettin' worse. I released another puff of cigar smoke into the nighttime air.

My mind went to my son. Izuku… my son. I don't know how I feel about you possibly being the next One For All wielder… Though, it makes a whole lotta sense. You've always had that Heroic fire in you. It suits you perfectly…

I also realized that his getting this Quirk could mean he can fulfill his dream: to be the number one Hero! That dream which was once crushed by the reality of our world now has a chance of rising up. This chance meeting brought him this opportunity.

We, his parents, always felt terrible to see our son get his dreams dashed away, but we needed to make sure that his values never faded. We made sure to always remind him of his virtues, to remain that good kid we had been raising. Even if he couldn't be a Hero, there were other ways to help.

Now the chance for his original dream to be fulfilled fell right into his lap. I began to wonder whether this was really just chance… or something else.

It would seem that maybe there is a reason for all this… To them meeting… Was he always meant to be a Hero? In spite of everything? Heh, only time will tell…

Then my thoughts shifted to Izuku's "trainer". Nana… Nana… It's been so long since we've spoken. It's funny since we work in the same organization. Well… the only way to resolve any of this is to meet again.

I finished up my cigar and dumped its remains on the ashtray I left on the patio table. Entering into my room, I saw a picture of my son when he was about two or three. It was one that I took. He was sitting on his mom's lap with this bright smile on his face, trying to imitate All Might. He even held a little All Might figurine. I brought the picture up to my face.

Izuku… See you in 7 months.

AN: So what do you think, huh? I'd say it's okay for being gone from this story for a while, but I want to know what you think. Certain plot points and characters that I had thought up for this story long ago are finally coming to light. Hisashi is the prime example. This guy was irrelevant in the original MHA. I decided long, long ago, to try and make him relevant. I'd say that makes sense to do so, considering the themes and such of this story. What do you think of him?

Anyways, thanks for reading this story. Remember to read and review (if you'd like to). Constructive criticism is, indeed, welcome. Have an excellent day, my friends!

(Chapter posted on 5/14/2023)