Author's Note: This is the second prize for the Vault Olympics. It was a delight to be your host this year. I hope this is an acceptable reward for all your great content. Thank you to B_O_M_B for the lovely prompt, it's about time I wrote some evil Dadmight. All Might needs a chance to kidnap Izuku too. Additional credit to Silverstarwolfgoddess for giving me so many great title ideas including this one. Somehow this turned into two chapters because I'm incapable of stopping myself.


Chapter One:

Izuku had spent months tracking All Smite sightings. He had a massive corkboard in his room, conveniently sized to tuck under his bed whenever his mom came by. The other kids at school called Izuku a villain fanboy. That was very unfair. Izuku did not condone villainy or want to become a villain. But as he got kicked around at Aldera Middle School every day for being quirkless, Izuku had developed a fascination with the villains who lurked at the fringes of society. In his opinion, more people should be researching villainy and the underlying causes instead of always throwing violence at the problem. Izuku had written a twenty page paper on the subject (it had been failed by his teacher with a sticky note telling him that he was creepy.).

In particular, Izuku was convinced All Smite had more complicated motives than the average villain. According to the media, no one knew why All Smite popped up, destroyed property, and sometimes killed people. Always important people, either politicians or wealthy businessmen. Then the black-suited villain vanished into the mist before the heroes could catch him. The heroes did not try very hard, not when they'd gotten their asses kicked by All Smite so many times. Even attacking him as a group had resulting in an embarrassing loss for every top hero in Japan. Most people assumed All Smite to be a man addicted to destruction. Psychologists had gotten on TV and claimed he must be driven to break everything by his quirk urges.

Izuku didn't buy it. All Smite was very controlled in his destruction. If he targeted a particular business, the building next door wouldn't take a scratch. When he fought heroes, he usually left them alive, except for select ones where he snapped their necks deliberately and efficiently. Izuku had done careful research, and he was certain all the heroes All Smite had killed were corrupt. They either took bribes from villains or outright used their licenses as cover to commit their own crimes. The deeper Izuku looked, the more it seemed All Smite went after businesses and politicians with crime connections. Not just the yakuza. Izuku had uncovered outlines of a shadowy villain organization, and All Smite at war with them.

Was Izuku truly the only one who saw this? Or did the people in power cover it up? The Hero Public Safety Commission was rife with corruption and had been frequently targeted by All Smite. Of course they would prefer to cast All Smite as a psychopath rather than a vigilante (albeit a very violent one).

If Izuku told anyone his theories, he'd be deemed unstable. Just because he'd had a picture of All Smite in his notebook, Kacchan had burned it and sarcastically asked if he was checking out his future career options. Izuku could recite the statistics on quirkless people falling into crime by heart—because his teacher mentioned them often enough in class. No, Izuku didn't think anyone would take his theories very seriously. But for his own curiosity, he needed to know.

Late one night, Izuku snuck out of his bedroom to investigate. He took the train down to the docks.

All Smite and Endeavor's battle could be heard from a kilometer away. The blaze and crackling of flames nearly drowned out the sirens. Explosions danced off the water of Musutafu Bay. Police were herding people away from the building. Fortunately Izuku had already planned for this. He'd researched an abandoned building in the right spot. He climbed onto the roof and hunkered down to wait.

Only Endeavor, the current number one hero, kept trying to fight All Smite like he had a death wish. Endeavor held a deep shame over losing to the villain so many times. This time proved no different. Endeavor went down from a sucker-punch to the gut. All Smite stepped over the hero's unconscious body, dipped a stick into the surrounding flames, and set alight a boat docked in the harbor.

Izuku pumped a fist in victory. That ship had held medical supplies. No doubt the media would report this as another perfidious crime by All Smite. But Izuku had been researching Jaku Hospital, the recipients, and noticed a lot of their supplies went mysteriously missing. Jaku Hospital was involved in something sketchy. Izuku had successfully been able to predict the actions of the supposedly random and insane villain. This confirmed Izuku's suspicions that All Smite was in a secret war with another criminal power. Even if no one would ever know or believe him, he'd been right!

Before departing, All Smite stamped out the flames to stop them from spreading. Would a violent lunatic do that? Izuku definitely did not think All Smite was any kind of hero, and he didn't know if All Smite was better or worse than the people he fought against, but he was damn well certain that All Smite was a highly organized criminal mastermind with a plan.

Content, Izuku closed his notebook and stood up.

All Smite looked up. With his famously terrifying smile gleaming in the darkness, he stared straight at the abandoned building. The smile dropped off his face, replaced by an expression unreadable from such a great distance. Heart pounding, Izuku ducked down. Only fifteen minutes later did he dare raise his head.

All Smite was gone. The villain couldn't have seen Izuku. Not from so far away. And even if he had, All Smite didn't target people randomly. Izuku had no reason to draw the attention of the number one villain. Even so, Izuku sweated the entire train ride home. Perhaps he should put an end to foolish late night trips to study villains.


Toshinori Yagi had only glimpsed the boy sitting on the roof of an abandoned building briefly, but he knew what he'd seen. All for One's very familiar features, blended with Nana Shimura's eye shape and round face. The combination had nearly knocked him off his feet as Endeavor's blows never could.

Perhaps it was a coincidence. Or an old man seeing nostalgic memories in the middle of his battles. But Toshinori had to be certain. Forgetting all about Jaku Hospital and their illicit experiments, he slipped away, silently following the boy home.

The house looked ordinary from the outside. He snapped a picture of the mailbox. A home address was all Toshinori needed to get a name. He texted, about to send orders to his employees to research this family. Then the moonlight fell through the window across family photo hanging in the living room. The green-haired boy stood with his parents on either side: a woman who looked uncannily like Nana Shimura and All for One.

Memory bowled him over like a hurricane.

He'd been a homeless quirkless teen when All for One had approached him. All alone and bitter toward a world that valued people based on their power. Young Toshinori had no power: not money, not family connections, and most importantly, not a quirk. All for One had made Toshinori an offer. He would approach a hero named Nana Shimura, a sad woman who'd recently given up her son and her infant daughter for adoption. She'd be ripe to develop an attachment to an orphaned, brave boy. Toshinori would persuade Nana to make him into her successor. After obtaining One for All, he would give the quirk to All for One. If Toshinori succeeded, then he'd been promised a quirk of his choice and enough money to live in luxury for the rest of his life.

Of course Toshinori had accepted. He had nothing to lose. Stealing would not be new to him, and he hated heroes. The proud, snooty bastards used their power to oppress others and pretended to be better than the criminals they beat down with brute force.

At first, Nana had been nothing except a mark to Toshinori. Like All for One had said, she'd been easy to manipulate by a boy who pretended to love heroes in all their idiotic caped glory. Yet she'd been unfailingly kind to him. After learning about him dropping out of school way back in elementary, she'd personally tutored him. She'd called him a genius, which had surprised him, because on the rare occasions when people looked at him at all, they only saw brawn. Only Nana had faith in him. She'd died believing she was protecting him from All for One.

In that moment, something inside Toshinori had changed. He'd stolen One for All and fled. Since he'd betrayed the hero who had loved him, why not also betray the villain who had used him? He had zero regrets about this decision, even though All for One had hunted him for decades. Clearly One for All was the best quirk. Nothing All for One could have given him would have matched it in value. Toshinori could never be a hero. He still believed heroes to be symbols of everything wrong with society, oppressive to people who wanted to live freely and use their powers without restriction. Still, Toshinori had fought against All for One, partly because the villain kept trying to kill him and partly because it was what Nana would have wanted. Nana would have hated what All Smite had become, but he could at least fulfil the legacy of One for All for her and destroy her archnemesis.

Over the last fourteen years, Toshinori had been irritated and thwarted by All for One retreating from the underworld. He'd believed the coward had fled a battle he wasn't strong enough to win. Now, having seen that family picture, Toshinori realized All for One had gone into semi-retirement to start a family.

A family with Nana Shimura's daughter.

Toshinori had reports on the Midoriya family on this desk by daybreak. Inko Midoriya was, as suspected, the daughter of Nana Shimura. It had not merely been a trick of the memory. She was a stay-at-home mom. Toshinori assumed this was All for One's way of controlling her and keeping her financially dependent on him. Marrying Nana's daughter must have been part of the villain's subtle revenge plot. The Sensei who Toshinori had known as a child wouldn't have been the type to start a family. All for One did nothing without a purpose. Whatever All for One intended, it couldn't be good. Inko's medical files showed anxiety medication. No wonder living with All for One had destroyed her nerves.

Izuku Midoriya was a quirkless teenager suffering from heavy bullying at school. He had little interactions with his peers in-person but frequently posted on websites about hero and villain stats. The boy was clearly brilliant, judging from how cleverly he'd analyzed All Smite's quirk in several posts. Naturally, Toshinori assumed that if All for One cared about his son, he wouldn't allow the bullying. Izuku was probably another pawn in the revenge scheme. Toshinori's heart, solidified rock hard by years of fighting against All for One, gave a small throb. He remembered what it had been like when he'd been a quirkless child pushed around and beaten, even his tiny stockpile of stolen food taken by larger kids. He remembered being a pawn, being so hopeless and desperate for a quirk that he could be talked into anything. No doubt All for One would use the same tactics to force Izuku into villainy, getting a sick thrill out of turning Nana's grandson into a villain.

Toshinori had been looking for a successor for years, ever since he'd realized he might die of old age before finding and killing All for One.

Hmm. By turning Izuku into One for All's successor, Toshinori saw a route to achieve multiple goals. He could remove All for One's latest pawn from the playing field. Save young Izuku. Perhaps lure All for One out of hiding if this plan was important enough to him. And Toshinori could pass along One for All to Nana's grandson, a meager attempt to repay his debt to her. It would be perfect.

Izuku would make an excellent successor. The boy would simply need some…training, in order to adapt to his new reality.


A hand shaking his shoulder woke Izuku up. "Mom?" he mumbled. The hand felt too large. "Dad?" Shouldn't his father be in America? Cracking one eye open, he saw the clock reading three in the morning. A drift sent his window curtains fluttering. When had the window opened? Sitting up, he asked, "What's going on?"

The eternally smiling devil of Japan beamed down at him.

Suddenly Izuku was wide-awake. He nearly screamed, but he clamped his hand over his mouth in time.

"Smart," All Smite complimented him.

They both knew screaming would do Izuku no good. For one thing, All Smite was fast enough to snap his neck before he got a syllable out. For another, no hero or police officer could stop All Smite. The world treated him more like a force of nature than a villain. Izuku had just watched the number one hero get his ass kicked earlier in the morning. If All Smite wanted Izuku dead, then Izuku would die. He could only pray not to bring down his mother with him.

"If you're here to kill me because I saw you earlier, then p-please leave my mom alone. She doesn't know anything." Izuku tried to keep his voice calm, wanting to die with dignity, but he could not help stammering a little. A lump had swelled up in his throat. This would be it, huh? At least he'd die before he became a homeless drug-addicted criminal like everyone at Aldera expected of him.

"Brave, too. You're perfect," All Smite said, his infamous evil grin widening. That smile caused a nearly Pavlovian fear in people around the world, because as soon as they saw it, they knew the heroes would lose and nothing would be all right.

For a brief, mad moment, Izuku wanted to run, but All Smite was a massive wall of muscle between him and the door, and he had his mother sleeping peacefully in the next room to protect. This was all his fault. He never should have followed a villain. Only he should pay the price.

All Smite said, "I'll offer you a deal, young one. Come with me, and I give my word to never harm your mother under any circumstances." He held out his hand.

Everything Izuku knew about All Smite said he always kept his word. The number one villain was odd like that. Therefore, Izuku had no choice. His mother came first. He let his hand be engulfed by that massive one.

All Smite tucked Izuku under his arm like a package, then leapt out the window.


In the middle of negotiating a new shipment of medical supplies for the Nomu Project, All for One received a phone call.

In a broken voice, Inko said, "When I woke up this morning, Izuku was gone."

All for One shifted into Hisashi Midoriya, worried father, in the flash of an eye. Hisashi was back home as fast as his quirks could take him.

He found his wife sitting on the couch, weeping. A black card with A.S.—All Smite's calling card—lay on the table. Inko blew her nose. "As soon as they saw the card, the police left. The cowards filed Izuku as a runaway. No one is willing to take on All Smite. Especially not after Endeavor lost. I don't understand, Hisashi. Why would the number one villain target our son?"

But Hisashi understood all too well. This had happened because of him.

Toshinori Yagi had been All for One's greatest mistake since the battle that had left his little brother dead, and he did not make that comparison lightly. When they'd first met, Toshinori had seemed like a simple, angry boy, smart enough to possibly obtain One for All and dumb enough to manipulate out of it.

But Toshinori had turned completely irrational after Nana Shimura's death. (Even though he'd helped arrange it and lead Nana into a trap.) He seemed to think he had the right to take revenge on All for One even though his precious Nana would have despised him if she'd known the truth. What an enormous hypocrite. Unfortunately, that hypocrite possessed one of the strongest quirks in the world.

After All Smite had grown too powerful, All for One had decided to outlive him. Around that time, Hisashi had met his beautiful wife and fallen for her. He genuinely hadn't known Inko was Nana's daughter. (Yes, they looked alike, but he was really, really bad at faces.) That had been a nasty surprise during his background check on her. By then, he'd been too smitten to care. It would be fine as long as Inko didn't find out. She'd never expressed much curiosity about her birth parents.

The day Hisashi's son had been born had been the happiest day of his life. He'd slipped into semi-retirement, keeping up just enough activity to distract All Smite. After the mistakes he'd made with his brother, this time Hisashi had decided to prioritize his family.

Yet once again, his family had been stolen from him.

Inko whimpered. Hisashi realized he'd accidentally unleashed his skin-crawling aura. With great effort, he controlled himself. He went to the couch and put an arm around his wife, comforting her with sweet lies.

All Smite almost certainly knew about the Nana connection. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left Inko behind and unharmed. Likely for the same reason, Hisashi had returned home to a kidnapped son instead of a dead one. But would All Smite's loyalty to the second mentor he betrayed be stronger than his hatred of his first mentor? Hisashi didn't know. He had no idea what All Smite wanted with his son. The lack of knowledge terrified the master of the underworld.

But Hisashi did know one thing: he would hunt All Smite down and kill him for this.


Izuku had never been on a helicopter before. Not until All Smite had abducted him in the middle of the night and strapped him into the passenger seat. The villain had even packed a bag of Izuku's clothes. That was a good sign, wasn't it? It probably meant All Smite intended for Izuku to live at least a week or two longer.

As the helicopter drifted over the ocean, Izuku stared at the stars, so much clearer than in the city. He wondered where they were going. He contemplated grabbing the controls and diving them into the ocean, but All Smite could survive it. In fact, All Smite could probably snap his wrist before he got close.

A small, less relevant part of Izuku felt a little betrayed. He'd been convinced that All Smite didn't involve civilians. Not that he imagined All Smite to be any kind of saint, but—this meant Izuku's analysis had been wrong. That, or Izuku's spying had been enough to turn him into an acceptable target.

They approached a tiny island almost completed covered by a sprawling stone mansion. The helicopter landed on the pad on the roof. This rock was so small, it might not even be on maps. How would Izuku be able to escape a place only accessible by helicopter? He couldn't fly one.

All Smite opened the door and offered Izuku a hand down. It seemed politic to take it.

Abruptly, Izuku asked, "Is your promise not to harm my mother void if I try to escape?" It was a blunt and risky question. But surely All Smite must already know his captive was thinking about escape. No matter how the media tried to portray him as a brute, All Smite was a brilliant tactician. Izuku thought it better to get everything out in the open so he knew if he had to kill All Smite before even trying to escape.

All Smite met his eyes. "I will never harm your mother. I wouldn't have, even if you hadn't made that bargain." He ruffled Izuku's hair. "You made a foolish deal, my boy, but I'll teach you better. I expect you to try to escape. You won't succeed. But your attempts will be educational for you."

Izuku exhaled in relief—which turned to confusion. "It doesn't sound like you fear me escaping. Then you didn't kidnap me because I saw your fight with Endeavor. Of course you didn't, why would you care? You seemed to recognize me back then when you spotted me on the roof. Why did you take me?"

"I'll explain in the morning, when you're better rested," All Smite said.

"I'd rather an explanation now." Izuku wet his lips and tried to be conciliatory. "If it's not too much trouble."

"In the morning," All Smite said firmly, and ended further discussion by picking up Izuku again.

Izuku was carried down the stairs and into a bedroom. The room had clearly been set up for a child, with a bed, desk, and bookshelf. There was an attached bathroom. The books were all comics to Izuku's personal tastes, a gesture which chilled rather than pleased him. The villain had been researching him. Why? What made a quirkless boy so important?

All Smite set Izuku down on the bed. "Go to sleep," he said, the tone an order.

Sarcastically, Izuku asked, "And you'll kill me in the morning?" It was a reference to a pre-quirks movie his father liked.

"I'll never kill you," All Smite said. "I may break you down and mold you into a new, better being, but your life is sacrosanct in my hands." That famous wicked grin spread across his face again. "You're my precious successor."

The door closed, clicking with a lock. On those confusing words, Izuku was plunged into darkness.


When Izuku woke up, the smell of bacon ticked his nose. Not only was his door unlocked, it was partly cracked open, as if to lure him out.

Izuku had not tried to escape over the night, although he'd barely been able to sleep, tormented by the knowledge of his parents' fear and crafting plans to return home. But none of his ideas had been even slightly plausible. He was trapped on an island with the number one villain. Realistically, he needed to at least scope out the place and look for a boat. Trying anything on the first night, when All Smite's guard would be highest, would have been foolish. Izuku didn't know what was going on, but he believed All Smite's promise not to kill him. For that reason, he had time to plan an escape instead of skipping straight to a desperate last stand. He'd struggled to make sense of the successor part and eventually concluded he must have heard wrong. Why would the number one villain want a quirkless kid to succeed him?

Izuku opened the door and followed the sound of All Smite whistling. The massive villain stood before the stove, wearing apron with "PANCAKE KING" written on the front. Turning around, All Smite added a pancake to a plate with scrambled eggs. "Eat up," he said with a big grin.

There would have been no point in poisoning the food. Izuku sat on a stool by the kitchen counter and took a bite. The pancakes were perfectly fluffy. "It's good," he admitted. "Not as good as my mom's pancakes, of course," a suicidal loyalty compelled him to add.

All Smite chuckled. "I don't doubt it, young Shimura. Your grandmother was the best cook I ever knew."

"You knew my grandmother?" Izuku blinked. "Why did you call me Shimura?" This kidnapping had better not be a mistaken identity, or he would have a meltdown.

All Smite sat down, pulling over his own plate stacked very high with pancakes. "It's time for the explanation I promised you."

Izuku nodded and tried to memorize every word.

All Smite told a story, about a villain from the ancient past with the power to give and take quirks. A heroic younger brother who'd resisted the devil and paid the ultimate price. A legacy of heroes. A boy who'd inherited the legacy. Somehow, Izuku got the feeling All Smite had not quite told him everything about how he'd first met Nana Shimura as a child, but it was merely a hunch.

"Nana Shimura was your grandmother. She gave your mother up for adoption to protect her." All Smite paused. "And she failed. All for One is your father."

Izuku choked on a bite of eggs. As he coughed, All Smite helpfully handed him a glass of orange juice.

Wiping his mouth, Izuku said, "You must be mistaken. My father has a fire-breathing quirk."

"Among others," All Smite said darkly. "I prepared proof for you. First, you should finish your breakfast. You won't want to see this while eating. I assure you, I don't hold your parentage against you. Clearly, you inherited Nana's brilliant spirit. That's why I decided to make you the Ninth Successor to One for All."

Izuku's breath stopped again. "Now?" he asked weakly. He…was getting a quirk? The strongest quirk? It felt surreal, unbelievable.

All Smite flashed a grin. "You'll need to train first, to strengthen your mind and body to inherit the strongest quirk in the world."

In other words, All Smite planned to brainwash Izuku. That made a little more sense. In all honestly, such a powerful quirk was tempting to a quirkless boy. But Izuku knew he'd be naïve to assume he could resist brainwashing and Stockholm Syndrome simply because he saw the danger coming. With his parents waiting for him, he could not afford to hang around a villain's evil lair. "How long will it take for me to be ready?"

"That depends on your effort," All Smite said with a cryptic chuckle.

Izuku decided to risk honesty once again. "What happens if I don't want to use One for All for the same purposes as you? I don't intend to become a villain. I don't believe you about my father, and I don't want to kill my own dad."

"How you use One for All is your own choice," All Smite said. "It would be a dreadful waste for someone of your talents and courage to become a hero, and I plan to show you that. But it's up to you whether you become a villain. Personally I've never thought of myself as a bad guy—I'm someone who provides a necessary purpose keeping the darkness of the world in check. Ultimately, you'll decide how best to carry on the legacy of One for All. I've had my chance. I had successes, but I ultimately failed to fulfil the main purpose of our legacy, so I don't see myself as in any position to tell you what to do. Now it's your turn to carry the torch. As for your father—you'll change your mind once you see his true nature."

Izuku did not know how much of this he believed. He still wondered if the transferable quirk might be a lie, bait for an unknown purpose. Nothing in his extensive research had ever suggested quirks could be passed down. It seemed even less likely All Smite would give his up. "If I refuse?"

With a knowing gaze, All Smite asked, "Do you truly want to turn down a quirk?" Their eyes locked, one formerly quirkless boy to another.

Izuku looked away first. "I want to return to my mother more than I want a power."

"Returning to her is not an option. I cannot let All for One have you. Until you are prepared to become my successor, you will stay on this island. If you have to stay here regardless, then do you want to train with me to inherit One for All?"

Izuku looked up. "Yes," he admitted. He justified to himself that it would be better to play along in hopes the villain would lower his guard. But he did not plan to stay long enough to complete this mysterious training unless something went wrong with his intended escape.

Yet…to have a quirk…

From All Smite's knowing smile, he understood entirely too much.

Izuku had a strong feeling that All Smite knew his compliance was fake. The villain must know. Did All Smite believe the lure of a quirk would win in the end? (Would it? And to what end exactly? Would it be better for the world if Izuku possessed One for All instead of a villain?)

After breakfast, All Smite took Izuku to his office and showed him a detailed presentation of All for One's crimes.

By the first half an hour, Izuku had vomited up his breakfast. All Smite held out a trash bin and gently patted his back. Then All Smite forced Izuku to watch the rest of the video of his father dissecting a hero student's corpse to retrieve the quirk inside.

Izuku wanted to deny it. Videos could be faked. There were even quirks to create illusions. But it hadn't just been the videos, it had been piles of documentation timed to his father's business trips. It had been the odd moments Izuku remembered when his father moved a little too fast and his eyes flashed red. Izuku's own research proved the existence of the shadowy master of the underworld. Most of all, if it wasn't true, then All Smite would have had no reason to kidnap Izuku. All Smite was no fool. If he believed this, then it was true.

It hurt so much that Izuku's father could have given him a quirk, could have given him a million quirks, and had never bothered. Funny, how that tiny betrayal stood out among the multitudes. Izuku knew he ought to be much more upset about all the murder. Oh, and the unholy mad science, and the political corruption, and the attempted world domination. But that small, personal betrayal completely shattered Izuku's image of a loving father. His dad had seen how much Izuku had suffered without a quirk and never even slipped him one secretly.

"I know it's a lot to take in," All Smite said. He looked smug at seeing Izuku so pale and shaken with revulsion for his own father. "Do you want to take a break for the rest of the day? Or begin your training at once? I won't think less of you if you need a day to recover, young Shimura."

Izuku's throat felt sore from vomiting and his head throbbed. "Must you keep calling me Shimura? That's not my last name."

"I refuse to call you by All for One's fake name. If you prefer, how about young Izuku?"

"That's fine," Izuku said, having a vague memory of reading in a book that first names would help him humanize himself to his captor. Or was he faking compliance a little too fast? He was in no state for plans. "I think I need a break."

"I'll put on a movie for us to watch," All Smite said. "Do you like comedies?"

Izuku gaped. "I assumed you would need to leave on…villain business."

"I'm taking a break from work," All Smite said cheerfully. "All for One will be hunting me across Japan with every last one of his resources, furious that I robbed him yet again. I'll let him run around like a headless chicken. We're not in Japan any longer. He'll never find us here."

Unfortunately, Izuku feared the villain was right. Though Izuku had mixed feelings about his father finding him at the moment, he worried no one at all would be able to save him. Izuku was trapped on this island with the strongest villain.

They watched a movie. It was astonishingly normal. Izuku felt like a bundle of nerves with the massive bulk of the number one villain sitting on the couch next to him. All Smite moved with unnatural speed even when he reached for the remote. But the villain never once made a move to hurt Izuku. Even his kidnapping had been oddly gentle in retrospect.

There was one more question Izuku had to know the answer to. "Why didn't you kidnap my mom too? She's related to Nana Shimura as well." He feared giving the villain ideas, but there was no way All Smite hadn't thought about it when he'd been in the same house with a sleeping Inko. Alas, Izuku didn't think their promise covered abduction because All Smite clearly didn't see it as harm.

All Smite said, "Earlier today, I sent your mother a note telling her I could get her away from her husband if she needed help. She showed him the note, so that means she made her choice. Someday she'll see him for what he really is, and then I'll be there to help." He did not sound overly concerned.

Izuku demanded, "Why did Mom get a choice and I didn't?"

"She's an adult. You're a child."

"I'm not your child! You don't get to make decisions for me."

With chilling conviction, All Smite said, "You're my son now." There was no arguing with that sort of all-encompassing delusion that brooked no disagreement from reality. Izuku could tell he wouldn't be able to reason his way out of this one.

In a smaller voice, Izuku asked if he could take a walk around the island. All Smite agreed with a very knowing smile. In fact, All Smite went out of his way to escort Izuku around the entire island and let him see the painful truth. There were no boats on this island. There was no way off except a helicopter Izuku couldn't fly.

It appeared Izuku would not leave this island unless he inherited All Smite's quirk.


OMAKE TIME!

Izuku: All my teachers at Aldera told me I'd grow up to be a homeless drug-addicted criminal.

All Smite: Dream bigger! Become the number one villain.

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All for One: I love my son in this fic.

All Smite: In all fairness nothing from canon would have led me to believe that.

All for One: Also why would you think you can turn Izuku against me? Ever since you vilely kidnapped my son, I've prepared a nice vault to keep him safe.

All Smite: Apparently I wasn't wrong about that one.

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All Smite: I've saved Izuku by kidnapping him away from his evil father.

Inko: You took my son away from me as well.

All Smite: Eh, I figure you'll save yourself and get a divorce once you see your husband's bank vault.

Inko: Or I'll drop the bank vault on your head from a high distance.

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All Might: I just want to live long enough to mentor Izuku.

All Smite: Me too!

All Might: Why do you wear black?

All Smite: Why do you dress like the American flag? You're from Japan. It's weird.

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All Smite: Ha-ha, I promised Izuku to never harm his mother. Little does he know I'd never harm Nana's daughter so I didn't give up anything.

Inko: Oh, so this will be a one-sided fight? Step within the reach of the frying pan and give up your skull.

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All Smite: All for One doesn't deserve such a cute son.

All Might: Whoa, for once, we agree on something, my evil alter ego.

All Smite: What some call kidnapping, I call surprise adoption.

All for One: Yikes, for once we agree on something, my archnemesis. I hate it.