Chapter Two:
The next morning, Izuku ate another hearty breakfast which he kept down this time. Then All Smite took him out to the beach to lift off the rubble left behind from the last storm.
No matter how Izuku moved rocks and tree branches, it seemed endless. Yet he did not dare complain under the villain's watchful eye.
Around noon, All Smite said, "Time to take a break and eat." He patted Izuku on the shoulder. "You did well, my boy. Most children your age would have given up after the first hour. I knew you had your grandmother's spirit in you."
The tips of Izuku's ears turned red. After every teacher at Aldera had accused him of being lazy and worthless, he could not help but enjoy the praise. But wasn't this just an attempt to brainwash him? All Smite probably didn't even mean it. He wouldn't seriously praise his archnemesis' son. Izuku felt pathetic, getting tricked so easily.
After lunch came studying time. All Smite brought out historical records of All for One's crimes. They ranged from horrific to nearly funny. (All for One once locked his little brother up inside a bank vault? Seriously?)
In addition to studying All for One, All Smite also forced Izuku to study the corruption of hero society. And it was bad. Much worse than even Izuku, avid online critic of the government, would have guessed. The Hero Public Safety Commission had dissenters assassinated. Nearly a majority of the Diet took bribes from All for One. The number one hero Endeavor's family life was full of dark secrets. Heroism was openly about making money, with heroes barely even bothering to help people in classes of society who couldn't afford it. Discrimination against people with mutant quirks and the quirkless had been in some cases actively encouraged by the government. The entire hero system relied on a certain number of villains to keep the populace scared, even if the HPSC had to arrange them.
The messed-up system had originated during the dawn of the age of quirks. The Japanese government had initially started oppressing people with special abilities, only to pivot when the group grew too numerous and powerful. But the people in power back then had actively hated metahumans and deliberately passed laws to suppress use of powers and have an excuse to label a certain percentage of the population as villains. Heroes were the enforcers who took down villains and kept the populace entertained like the old Roman bread and circuses. When people with quirks became the majority, the focus had shifted to oppressing people with mutations instead. There always had to be a group of designated villains to keep people too scared to question their leadership or the restrictions on their abilities. As quirks had grown stronger over time, public officials had grown even more fearful of a populace who didn't yet realize how easily even a small group could overthrow the government. Perhaps the fear of Quirk Singularity was legitimate, as increasing numbers of children had hurt themselves or others. But those in power had not focused on finding solutions to dangerous abilities or creating a government that people would want to defend. They'd been obsessed with keeping everything under control. And it hadn't worked. For a while, the HPSC had been looking for stronger heroes to become a symbol of peace, but their existing crop hadn't been powerful enough to bear the burden. Although people were more scared of villains than ever, they'd lost faith in heroes.
Izuku knew All Smite had shown him all this information to manipulate him. But it had worked, because it was all true. Izuku had read straight from secret HPSC files. He'd never been overly interested in being a professional hero. He wanted to help people, but he hadn't trusted the heroes. After several days of this onslaught of cynicism, he could safely say he'd never, ever even consider heroism as a career. But he still didn't want to become a villain. What did villains do except make it worse? All Smite clearly believed he'd done good in holding back All for One, but their private war had led to causalities across Japan. Villains fighting villains wouldn't give people hope.
Maybe the country needed a new prime minister more than villains or heroes. Izuku, a teenage boy, was in no position to run for office. Though he'd been considering getting involved in political activism if he ever made it off this damn island.
Izuku's days were divided between studying and strength training. He still feared maybe All Smite had only bribed him with successorship to get his compliance and had no intention of handing over his quirk. However, at the least All Smite seemed deadly in earnest about training Izuku. On the plus side, each day left Izuku so exhausted that he fell asleep immediately. On the negative side, he was too tired and busy to plan an escape.
For a villain, All Smite strangely resembled a supportive soccer mom. He made Izuku delicious meals with a diet plan designed to build muscle. He constantly praised and encouraged. He offered to massage Izuku after the weightlifting left him sore all over. At first Izuku had refused but his pride had collapsed by the end of the first week. It turned out All Smite could wipe out his muscle pain in about five seconds of rapid massaging. The villain would have done more good in the world as a masseuse.
A couple times, Izuku asked if he could call his mother. All Smite said that he'd sent her proof Izuku was alive. He refused anything more. On those occasions, Izuku hated All Smite.
On the eighth day, All Smite said, "We've laid the foundations. I believe you're ready to spar with me."
Sitting at the table eating breakfast, Izuku nearly spat apple juice out his nose. "Me? Fight against you?"
"Only light sparring," All Smite assured him. "I'll train you in the basics of combat. If you feel ready, of course."
Izuku definitely did not feel ready. But if he seriously wanted to escape, it would be useful to know just how far he stood below All Smite in a fight. A secret part of himself even longed to get training from the world's greatest fighter. Swallowing, he said, "I'd like to try."
All Smite took Izuku to a dojo located in the basement of the mansion. Izuku donned protective gear. At first, All Smite started Izuku hitting a punching bag. Just when Izuku became a little letdown (not disappointed, exactly, but like his anticipation had been for nothing) All Smite offered a spar.
In the middle of the circle, All Smite stood still. "I'll let you have the first hit for free."
After over a week, Izuku felt sure All Smite wouldn't kill him. And he had some pent-up rage to work out. He drew back his fist, thumb tucked below his fingers as he'd been trained, and hit the villain in the stomach.
He might as well have been beating a punching bag. All Smite didn't move. But he did say, "Good form."
Izuku tried a kick. All Smite hummed in approval, stepping sideways. The villain moved fast, too fast. This had been impossible from the beginning. Yet Izuku didn't feel like going down without a fight. A week of imprisonment had put him in a temper.
When All Smite lunged, clearly prepared to grab Izuku and end this fight early, Izuku ducked low and kicked All Smite in the crotch.
For a brief moment, the blow nearly landed, but then All Smite leapt up in the air and backflipped behind Izuku. Caught off balance, Izuku wobbled. All Smite beamed, holding out a hand to catch him. "Brilliantly done, my boy. Grown heroes haven't come as close to landing a blow on me."
Izuku nearly called it flattery. But All Smite said it with such a brilliant smile Izuku had to believe it sincere. In spite of himself, Izuku smiled back.
When Izuku looked at himself in the mirror, he'd put on a layer of muscle. He had abs like a washboard. He'd grown faster and more graceful, even landing a couple hits on All Smite during their daily spars. Truthfully, Izuku liked the sight staring back at him from the mirror. Finally, he felt worth something. He enjoyed his training sessions. Fighting with All Smite was genuinely fun. The praise was nice, too. No one except Izuku's mom had ever believed he was special. All Smite seemed to genuinely think Izuku was an ideal successor and wasn't shy about saying it.
What Izuku didn't like was his fear of developing Stockholm Syndrome. He could not forget that All Smite had abducted him and taken him away from his mother. Weeks had turned into two months. Whenever Izuku asked, he kept getting told his body wasn't strong enough to inherit One for All yet. He couldn't leave his mother waiting for another month. For her sake, he owed it to her to at least try to get her a message about his condition.
Over time, Izuku had found excuses to explore the mansion. Most of the rooms were empty. A dozen walk-in freezers and pantries had enough food for years. All Smite had no need to ever leave, unfortunately. The house had ample books and DVDs, but no internet. The only place Izuku had been forbidden access was All Smite's office. Therefore, any internet connection or means of communication must be there.
Even after two months of compliance, All Smite still locked Izuku's door at night. But Izuku had time to palm a hairpin and teach himself lockpicking on the bathroom door.
The lockpicking plan hadn't worked. The hairpin just kept breaking. Instead, Izuku discovered he had the new strength to lift the door off its hinges.
The sound echoed loudly across the nighttime hallways. Izuku winced. But no one came.
On socked feet, Izuku padded down the hallway. Ironically, moving quietly had also been part of his training.
If All Smite had an alarm on his office, then Izuku was already screwed. So he didn't bother to worry about it or think about consequences. He forced the door open.
Inside the office, Izuku got a quick glance of a computer sitting on a standing desk and a telephone. Unless this was all a huge trap, there was a method of communication. His gamble had paid off. He reached for the phone.
Izuku heard a footstep. It sounded like someone coming up the stairs.
He'd never before worked so quickly and yet carefully in his life. He fastened the door back on the hinges and checked once for visible damage. Then he darted back toward his bedroom.
The stair at the top creaked. Izuku realized he wouldn't make it down the hallway in time. He ducked into one of the many empty rooms. The door shut a little too loudly, making him wince.
Izuku crouched down low, his hands over his mouth. His heart hammered an obnoxiously loud beat. Cobwebs grew in the corner by the doorway and all down the windowsill. A draft came from the open, broken window. The dust tickled his nostrils. He plugged his nose, desperate not to sneeze.
All Smite's footsteps sounded loud in the silence. They stopped in front of Izuku's door.
Oh, gods, he'd been caught. Should he come clean and hope for a lighter punishment? But if All Smite wasn't sure yet, he'd give himself away. Izuku's eyes flashed to the window. The creaky floorboards would betray his presence. However, his training had greatly improved his jumps. He rose silently to the balls of his feet. Then he leapt, grabbing the windowsill.
Grinning from the window, All Smite said, "Boooooo!"
Izuku screamed and fell backward.
All Smite caught him and leapt into the room. "Whoa there! Sorry, I couldn't resist a little joke. Someday you'll also be able to move around the entire house at my speed, young Izuku. Still, for someone without One for All, your stealth is excellent. You could have fooled anyone else."
Izuku shuddered, keenly aware of All Smite's massive bulk and how the hand on his back could easily break him. Most of the time he forgot his fear of living with the number one villain, but in the dark of the night in an abandoned dusty room, he could only think how no one could help him. It would be easy to dispose of his body. He asked, "Are you angry?"
All Smite boomed with laughter. "Nonsense, I've been patrolling every night expecting this. I would have been worried if you didn't try something, because that would mean I didn't know what you were up to. I'd nearly stopped the patrols—but how like you, to wait until I'd lowered my guard. Of course you'd try to escape, no matter how hopeless it might be, because you're a brave boy."
"Look, I just want to know if you'll punish me." Izuku swallowed.
"It's expected for a little villain to break the rules." All Smite engulfed Izuku into a hug. "This is your punishment! Hug attack!"
"I am not a villain," Izuku said indignantly, voice muffled by All Smite's chest. Would anyone back home believe him if he told them the number one villain acted so silly? Probably not. Izuku could barely believe it himself. His racing heart had finally started to slow down. It left him shaky from adrenaline, relieved, and a little annoyed at being toyed with.
"Whatever you say." All Smite smirked. "By the way, my phone and computer are both biometrically protected. So I didn't bother to lock the office door. You could have just opened it."
Then he had the nerve to laugh at the look on Izuku's face.
Another month of training passed. Izuku could seriously spar with All Smite now, as long as the villain wore weights. It was an exhilarating feeling, an amazing accomplishment for the quirkless kid who'd always been called weak. (Often Izuku wondered why his father had never trained him on top of never giving him a quirk. Sometimes in his darker moments, he remembered even his own mother had taken it for granted that certain options were closed off to him from the moment he'd been diagnosed quirkless. Only All Smite ever believed in him like this.) Part of Izuku kept waiting for the other foot to drop. Back at Aldera, some kids had once pretended to be his friends so they could film a video mocking him. He could not escape the feeling of waiting for his oddly friendly kidnapper to turn on him.
When All Smite praised Izuku's report on the HPSC's child solder program, Izuku mumbled in response, "It wasn't that good. I rambled on too much. It was very opinionated instead of focused on the facts."
All Smite ruffled his hair and boomed, "I wanted to hear your opinions."
After Izuku made turkey sandwiches for lunch, All Smite slapped his full belly and said, "Delicious!"
Under his breath, Izuku whispered, "Your cooking is better."
During a sparring session, Izuku scored a kick to All Smite's side. Laughing, All Smite said, "What a strong kick! I'm impressed. Your speed has improved sharply and you're integrating more tactics into fighting. At this rate, you'll be knocking me flat on my back in no time."
"There's no need to exaggerate," Izuku snapped.
All Smite frowned. "My boy, you've been down on yourself all day. What's wrong?"
Izuku looked at his feet and scowled. Sweat dripped down his forehead from the training. Adrenaline made him reckless. "You're the one who's over-complimenting me. I know you don't mean it. You want to manipulate me."
All Smite tipped up Izuku's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "I meant every word. Do you know how few heroes have ever scored a kick on me?"
"You're wearing weights! It doesn't count!"
"Plenty of those heroes had their own advantageous conditions, and you've only been training for three months. Your talent is remarkable, but I'm even more impressed by how hard you've worked."
"You're doing it again." Izuku's frown deepened. "You can stop. I know I'm not any kind of halfway decent pick for a successor. You only chose me to get back at my father, or maybe because of my grandmother."
"That's not true. I'm sorry I've made you feel that way." All Smite crouched down to put them at eye level. "I was motivated to take you to protect you from your father, but I would not have made you into my successor if my research hadn't revealed your potential. Your online analyses were brilliant and you were able to predict my battle with Endeavor. I see a lot of Nana in your kind spirit, but you're two very different people. Nana lacked your cynicism and suspiciousness, for one thing." A rueful look passed his face, as if remembering something sad. "I would never give my quirk to someone I deemed unqualified. If you do not pass my tests, then I have no intention of letting you have One for All. Especially since it would blow your arms and legs off if your body was too weak to handle it. However, so far you've been passing with flying colors."
Under any other circumstances, Izuku would have been very focused on the mention of losing his limbs. It said a lot about his mental state that he didn't even care. "What if you're wrong and my dad didn't create me as a tool for revenge? What if he cares about me? Would you take me hostage then? Even kill me?"
The thought had been haunting Izuku ever since he'd been abducted. He'd accepted his father was a villain. He had a much harder time believing Hisashi Midoriya's entire family was an elaborate revenge plot, since absolutely nothing in his childhood would suggest it. Izuku couldn't forgive his father for the crimes he'd committed. He could never go back to his normal family life in blissful ignorance. But he still believed his father loved him, despite being a villain and despite always treating him as a weakling.
Izuku knew he should not raise this dangerous and volatile topic with All Smite. Better to let the villain see him as a victim instead of the son of his greatest enemy. But months of living in tension and fear had finally made Izuku snap. He could not stand this state of limbo. He had to know. If All Smite was going to hurt him, then better to just get it over with.
"I don't care," All Smite said firmly.
Izuku looked up in confusion, blinking back tears.
"I don't care what All for One wanted with you in the past or what he wants now. I care about you, Izuku. You are brilliant, brave, insanely hard-working, and everything I wanted in a successor. I need you. You're my son now, not his." All Smite swept Izuku up in a tight, crushing hug. "All for One can't have you back. I'll never, ever let you go."
Staring into the insane possessiveness in those eyes, Izuku finally believed it. Praise and smiles could be faked. The selfish madness in All Smite's gaze could not be faked.
All Smite meant every one of his compliments.
And All Smite also meant the part about never letting Izuku go.
The training got more fun after Izuku started to believe All Smite's praise. It was easier to smile at the villain. Easier to eat meals together and watch movies. All Smite had a surprisingly goofy sense of humor. Easier to forget he'd been kidnapped.
Izuku wondered sometimes if he'd lost his mind. He hadn't thought about going home in a few weeks. It was a betrayal. It was probably a trauma reaction. He found it difficult to hold onto his old life. Even without taking Stockholm Syndrome into account, Izuku didn't have any good memories of Aldera. Unfortunately, he could honestly say his kidnapping had been better than his usual daily life. His captor didn't beat and insult him like his classmates. Wasn't that sad?
After four months, All Smite told Izuku, "You're ready."
Izuku gaped, not fully able to accept these world-changing words.
All Smite took Izuku into the living room and brought out a bottle of sparkling champagne. "Non-alcoholic, of course," he said as he poured two glasses. "Nana let me have a little taste of real wine the night I got One for All. But I was older than you, eighteen. Just like you, I was quirkless."
Izuku startled. That hadn't been part of All Smite's story before. He took a sip of champagne to hide his shock. It bubbled down his throat.
All Smite said, "I was desperate back then. I would have done anything for a quirk. I let All for One trick me into betraying Nana, which I will forever regret. I picked you as my successor because of your qualifications, not because of any family connections. You've earned this with your incredible hard work. Still, I find myself glad to be returning One for All to Nana's family. I believe she'd approve."
Izuku swallowed down more of his drink and an uneasy feeling. This still did not feel real.
All Smite said, "One for All transfers through DNA. Nana had me eat one of her hairs." He laughed. "Oh, the look on your face! I looked the same way when she told me to eat her hair."
But Izuku's nervous expression had more to do with his inner doubts and turmoil. Izuku had always wanted a quirk. He'd worked hard to earn this. But could he really take All Smite's quirk when he wasn't willing to become One for All's successor? Izuku would never become a villain. He was equally unwilling to accept a legacy dedicated to killing his own father. So far Izuku had only heard All Smite's side of the story—he wanted to at least speak to his father once and ask for the truth. Even if Izuku agreed afterward that All for One needed to be stopped, he didn't think he'd ever be able to take a life with his own two hands.
If Izuku accepted One for All but did not fulfil his mission, then surely All Smite would feel betrayed. He might take out his wrath on Izuku and his mother. Yet Izuku didn't seriously believe that. It was merely an excuse. Deep down, Izuku didn't want to betray All Smite. It was foolish. He ought to take this quirk, and with it the power to escape this island. But All Smite had been the first person to ever acknowledge Izuku. And Izuku could not bring himself to betray that trust.
This was going to be the single stupidest thing Izuku had ever done in his entire life. And his old middle school teacher would tell people that would be saying something. In a small voice, Izuku said, "I can't accept One for All. I'm sorry. I know you've put all this hard work into training me. But I won't become a villain or kill All for One, so I'm not qualified. Please forgive me."
"Oh, that's fine." All Smite said casually. "It's your choice, my boy."
Izuku dared to look up. "Why aren't you angry?"
All Smite shrugged. "I thought you might say this. I've done my best to persuade you, but I know how stubborn you can be. Still, a promise is a promise. I said that once you were qualified to become my successor, I would let you go. Would you like to return home now?"
Barely daring to believe it, Izuku nodded.
All Smite said, "Pack your suitcase, then we'll head to the helicopter pad."
It had to be a trick, a trap. It couldn't be this easy. Izuku had refused to become All Smite's successor countless times before, and All Smite had never let him go. What on earth had changed now? Surely it couldn't just be about a promise. Izuku packed as quickly as possible, afraid All Smite would change his mind.
But the helicopter was already up and running, as All Smite had said. All Smite spoke cheerfully on the trip over the ocean about the last movie they'd watched together, as if they weren't parting forever. Izuku was a bundle of nerves the whole way. They landed in a forest outside Musutafu. Then All Smite carried Izuku into the city in a few leaps, stopping just a block from his house.
All Smite hugged Izuku one last time. "It's been a pleasure to train you, young Izuku. You're going to do great things."
"Thank you for everything," Izuku said. His jaw hung open. Had he just thanked his kidnapper for kidnapping him? He'd definitely lost his mind! The words had just slipped out. And he could not deny he'd meant them.
Why did it feel so hard to leave All Smite behind? Why did Izuku's feet drag? He was going home. He should be happy. (Should be, but wasn't.) Izuku looked back at All Smite one last time, and his mentor smiled and waved at him. At some point that smile had started giving Izuku a warm feeling instead of terrifying him. Izuku nearly asked if he could see All Smite again, his lips parting to form the words. But no, no, it would be stupid to stay involved with the number one villain. This was definitely the Stockholm Syndrome talking. Shutting his mouth, he turned away.
Izuku hurried home and flung open the door. His heart raced with anticipation to see his mother again. In that one part of his old life, he could find sincere joy. "Mom, I'm ho—"
His words cut off sharply. Hawks and half a dozen HPSC agents filled his house.
"Where's my mother?" Izuku asked in a small voice.
Hawks stepped forward. "We don't know either, kiddo. But we're looking for her."
The HPSC knew about All for One. It was all over their faces. The agents around Hawks stared at Izuku as if wondering why he didn't look more monstrous as the son of a villain. Izuku decided to play dumb. "Please, I've been kidnapped by All Smite. He only just released me. What happened?"
Watching Izuku's face, Hawks said, "Your father is a villain named All for One, as I suspect you already know. He's been ripping Japan to pieces since you vanished. I'm afraid you need to come with me. Children of villains need to pay our debt to society—don't ask me how I know. Our president believes you're the only one who can stop your father. And you want to help the heroes, don't you? If you're good, we might even turn you into a hero too."
No, no, no! Izuku didn't want to go straight from one kidnapping to another. This time would be far worse. Thanks to his studies, he already knew exactly what the HPSC had done to Hawks.
Izuku turned and ran.
The HPSC agents shot after him. Hawks moved the fastest, sending his feathers to encircle and capture. Izuku dodged, then kicked Hawks in the stomach. The hero had clearly not expected much resistance. Caught off-guard, Hawks smashed into another agent.
The agents in the back shot tranquilizer darts at Izuku. Fortunately, All Smite had trained him to dodge projectiles. Izuku made it out the door and to the sidewalk.
Hawks soared through the air, landing in front of Izuku. "Sorry, kiddo. This will go easier on you if you don't fight. Besides, you wouldn't be safe on your own. A lot of powerful people want to find you right now. You're better off sticking with the good guys."
Flatly, Izuku said, "I'm sorry for what they've done to you, and you're not the good guys." Then he jumped.
Izuku had only planned to jump sideways, away from Hawks' inevitable attack, and then run. But something very strange happened. Green sparks danced down Izuku's legs. An incredible power filled him. He soared through the air, high above the stunned Hawks, high above the houses.
Izuku landed on a skyscraper roof several blocks away. His training saved him, reflexively letting him remember how to fall safely and roll. His legs throbbed, but nothing felt broken. Wobblily, he stood up.
What had happened? That had been the power of One for All. But Izuku had refused the quirk! He hadn't eaten the hair! What had All Smite done?
No time for thinking. Izuku had to move, to flee. The HPSC would be chasing after him. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Izuku ran for the stairs.
Watching the confrontation between Izuku and the HPSC using his binoculars, Toshinori whispered, "Happy graduation day, my boy." Then he transferred One of All.
Before giving Izuku his champagne, Toshinori had added a drop of his own blood. The DNA had been in the drink. Though One for All could not be stolen, it could be forcibly gifted. Toshinori never had any intention of letting the perfect successor slip away from him.
Really, Izuku had done marvelously on his graduation exam. He'd rejected the HPSC immediately, then might have even escaped them on his own. Toshinori had given his student a little help, forcibly activating One for All to carry Izuku away and controlling the flow of the power for his successor, a small gift for the first time. Every child deserved a graduation present.
Toshinori himself had been the one to call the HPSC and tell them about All for One's civilian identity. Izuku never would have become a villain willingly. But now he had no choice. The HPSC would treat him as culpable for his father's crimes. In doing so, the fools had ensured All Smite would have a villain for a successor.
What kind of villain would Izuku become? Would he descend into hatred and destruction at the unfairness of the world, like All Smite himself? Or would Izuku decide to change and reform the world instead? Toshinori looked forward to it either way. He'd meant it when he'd offered his successor a free chance to do whatever he wanted with One for All. All Smite's time had passed. He'd been proud of his accomplishments in stopping the HPSC and All for One from taking total power, but he'd never truly improved the world as Nana had dreamed about. Perhaps Izuku would make something better of One for All's legacy.
Dressed in civilian clothing, Toshinori followed Izuku's trail. Although he'd planted a tracker in his successor's shoe just in case, he stayed close. He was most curious to see what his boy would do next.
Izuku's options had just become sharply limited. If he fell into HPSC hands then their cruelty would quickly teach him hatred. If he'd gone with them willingly, then Toshinori would have let his successor suffer just long enough to be grateful before busting him out. If Izuku returned to his father, then Toshinori suspected the boy would quickly discover how All for One treated One for All successors. It would certainly not be a happy reunion. Toshinori had made sure of that with a few helpful videos to All for One showing how close he and Izuku had grown during their training, fanning the flames of that legendary possessiveness to put All for One in a vaulting mood. From there, All for One's charming personality would probably take care of any compunctions Izuku had about killing his own father.
Perhaps Izuku would try to make it on his own as a fugitive and vigilante. Or perhaps, with nowhere else to go, Izuku would return to the mentor who had trained him and could offer him a safe haven.
Toshinori smiled to himself. With his keen vision, he'd picked up on the question Izuku had mouthed at him before leaving. And he answered his successor: "Yes, my boy, we'll see each other again."
OMAKE TIME!
All Might: You have to prove yourself worthy to get my quirk.
All Smite: Take my quirk if I must ram the hair down your throat!
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Izuku: Despite being a villain, All Smite still seems to respect boundaries better than my dad.
All Smite: It's called subtle manipulation. Mister Bank Vault should learn it.
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All for One: Heh, you might have kidnapped my son but I turned Nana's other grandson into a villain.
All Smite: No worries, I'm already an expert in curing your brainwashing with more brainwashing. Time for one more kidnapping.
Tomura: Actually I've just been playing video games since Sensei retired. I'm not interested in becoming a villain or a vigilante. Hey, put me down! Why aren't you listening to me?
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All Might: Apparently even villain me gets Dadmight.
All Smite: Especially villain me! My son doesn't get to push me away and reject my bentos because I locked him up on a creepy abandoned island.
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All Might: Why didn't Izuku break his bones the first time he used One for All?
All Smite: Because I'm a better teacher than you (and also I scammed All for One out of a regeneration quirk when I worked as a spy for him.)
All Might: Oh no, the boy will be even more feral with one of those!
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Izuku: My self-esteem has reached rock bottom and a villain is the first person outside my family to praise me.
All Smite: I need names and addresses of all your former teachers. For reasons.
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All for One: You of all people want to turn my son into a villain?
All Smite: Yeah and I did a better job of it than you.
All for One: …Inko, here's our son's kidnapper, bring your frying pan.
All Smite: Hey! Foul play!