"The smart man—sorry, Midoriya wants to meet up at a local Mickey D's!" Tomoko exclaimed with glee as she read over the newest message from her grand scheme of penpalling. She and Kurogiri were in the bar section of their hideout, and the younger woman had stopped playing on her Wii U when Kurogiri sent in the penpal message.

"This is excellent news, Tomoko. Should we tell her?" the bartender asked, referring to her Sensei.

"Yes, tell her! I need to get dressed!" Shigaraki told her as she got to her dresser and started to put on clothes, Kurogiri leaving silently to let her dress by herself. She decided to take off the severed hands adorning her first to look more normal for her "date" with the man.

That got her face blushing when she realized how cute he was on TV, especially when he steamrolled the competition. Tomoko shook her head violently as she put on a normal white t-shirt with ripped denim jeans before applying some deodorant to her armpits. She was now ready for her "date" with the man as Shigaraki told Kurogiri to send her over to the Mickey D's as close as possible.

One portal later and she was at the fast food restaurant, it bustling with people wanting some food. Tomoko sat down discreetly at a table for two after getting a tray of food. She waited while playing some old games on her android smartphone when she heard someone sit in front of her.

It was him, the smart man, Midoriya Izuku. "Hey, Tomoko," he greeted while holding a tray of food, such as two quarter pounders with cheese, a twenty piece chicken mcnuggets, a large fry, and along with it a large Coke with no ice. He sat down across from her, getting comfortable in his seat.

"Woah, you look…taller than what I was expecting," Tomoko noted while the baby-blue haired woman was much more modest with her food, having a ten piece chicken nugget with a medium fry, a bottle of Sprite for her.

The young man looked quite different from how he appeared in the Sports Festival. He was a good five inches taller than he when he appeared on the television and looked well-built, as if he'd been training his body for the past decade. His baby fat was replaced with sharp angular lines, his shoulders broad but good-looking. His diamond-shaped freckles were still there thankfully, as it was a distinguished characteristic for him.

"I'm going to be hearing that a lot, I just know it," Midoriya answered with a sigh as he munched on one of his QPCs. "Before you ask, I genetically modified my body to look this way permanently, for the next sixty or so years. And no, just because you're my penpal it doesn't mean you can get this whole makeover," he informed her between bites of food.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Midoriya. Was it painful?" Tomoko asked as she nibbled on a nugget.

"Not really? I've dealt with worse pain before, so it was nothing," he shrugged. "Though this whole new body thing has made me ravenous as of late."

"I'd imagine that as one of the side effects. It's a debuff of sorts."

Midoriya's ears pricked up when he heard her say that word so he casually asked, "What's your opinion on video games?"

"Best thing humanity made before quirks existed and they plummeted to nonexistence," the woman answered immediately. "Your opinion on Fallout 76?"

"Utter trash, I'd rather play 3."

"You're a good man, Midoriya. I like that. Best Fallout game?"

"Obviously New Vegas by Obsidian; you say anything else and you're wrong," he challenged, enjoying their back and forth.

"Of course you'd be wrong if you chose anything other than New Vegas, though the originals do contest that."

"Damn straight, Tomoko," he agreed, the two of them falling silent as they ate their food. Eventually he broke the silence by asking, "So you were at the USJ, right? I remember your face when I knocked you out."

"Yeah, I was. Thank you so much for that, by the way," Tomoko sarcastically thanked. "Are you mad that put your friends in danger?"

"No, not at all," he lied straight through his teeth. His acting skills have been getting better as he put on a show of nonchalance. "I have to ask: What was that black bird-like beast that I fought before All Might dealt with it?"

"Oh, that? That's called a Nomu, but I can't tell you anymore, sorry," she apologized. "Let's get talking back to games. How do you feel about the Mario games?"

The two people on opposite sides of the law talked and talked for hours, their food quickly consumed and forgotten about as they discussed all things of video games. Eventually they were heckled out of the fast food joint by the owner who had noticed they've been there for hours, leaving the two outside the restaurant.

"I've got a modded Wii U at my place, wanna play some Mario Bros. or something?" Tomoko offered, licking her lips to wetten them.

"That sounds great, Tomoko," he agreed as he and her walked their way to the bar, with Midoriya remembering the details and location of the place to tell Principal Nozomi later. After a fifteen minute trek filled with lots of references and gaming critique they arrived at their location.

"My…butler is currently resting and would've provided drinks if I asked her to, sorry," the baby-blue haired girl apologized as she ushered him to her room on the second floor, which was filled with all manners of video game consoles. It had the modded Wii U, a PS5 Pro, and a Xbox Series X, must-haves for any modder and were relatively cheap since only video game fanatics collected them nowadays since the rise of quirks.

On the walls were pictures of All Might with knives embedded into paper, while others around the room seemed decayed.

"Don't mind the pictures, I don't really like All Might," the young woman admitted as she turned on the Wii U, setting up one of the games easily. She passed him a Wii Remote, the two of them deciding to play Super Mario 3D World, working together and getting all the green stars. Time passed quickly for them, Midoriya (not that he'd admit it) was having a good time with the terrorist/crime doer. She was competent in her video game skills and directed him like a composer for a big piece of music. Telling him where to go, when to help her, stuff like that. A little controlling in his opinion, but it wasn't all too bad.

By the fourth hour of them hanging out the television changed channels suddenly (thankfully Tomoko had the sense to pause the game quickly), showing a screen of static with the words "AUDIO ONLY" in the top left corner. "Shigaraki, are you hanging out with your new friend?" a powerful and practically booming voice asked from the TV.

Tomoko got out of her sitting position and kneeled in front of the screen before responding with, "Yes, Sensei. We've been playing games with each other. Midoriya," she addressed him, turning around to look him in the eye. "This is my…mother figure, but she's more like a teacher to me, which is why I call her 'Sensei.'"

"Um, hi, Sensei?" Midoriya greeted awkwardly, waving to the screen like an idiot.

"It's good to finally hear from you, Mr. Midoriya," Sensei greeted from the static. "My protégé has told me lots about you. Is it true that you participated in the Sports Festival?"

"Yeah, I did pretty good," he humbly answered before his friend scoffed.

"Stop being so modest, Midoriya. He got first place in the tournament, Sensei," Tomoko corrected, still kneeling to her master.

"Oh? A man winning it is no small feat. You know, back in my day men and women had mostly equal footing; well, it was the men who were in power most of the time," the mysterious woman reminisced.

"Wait. Men and women having equal footing hasn't been a thing for the past 200 years. How old are you?" Midoriya questioned, not realizing he was being slightly rude.

Sensei chuckled, "You caught that, didn't you? Yes, I've been around for a long time, longer than most people. It's a quirk I have, you see."

"A quirk? Not 'the' quirk? Did you genetically modify yourself to have multiple quirks?" Izuku pressed, intrigued. "To do that would bring tremendous stress on both your body and mind, and that's even if you're capable of wielding the quirk properly without training to adapt to it. The number of test trials needed to do this would surely be televised, but since I've never heard of this then that means this was done in secret. Am I correct?"

The mysterious woman gave a belly-full of a laugh, thoroughly amused by the man's sharp mind and ability to dissect her wording. "Midoriya," she dropped the 'mister' part of greeting him, "would you like to see me face to face? I have a story that you may like to hear," she offered.

"Midoriya, I'd do it. My sensei doesn't allow visitors often," Shigaraki suggested as she nudged him to do it.

"I accept, Sensei. How do I get to you?" Izuku asked, not wanting to reveal his portal gun to them. Without words a purplish black portal (the same from the USJ Incident) opened nearby him. After looking to his new friend, who simply nodded in confirmation, he stepped through.

The room he entered was dark with the sound of a heart monitor beeping. In the center back of the room was a bed that a dying woman was laying on, a medical respirator attached to her mouth. She didn't have any eyes nor a nose, the areas affected being covered in scar tissue. He walked towards her, clicking several different visions with his JARVIS sunglasses to better assess her. From the preliminary her X-Ray came back mostly normal, the bones in her head weakened from being broken. The thermal scans didn't reveal anything shocking, and she was exuding a normal amount of radiation like all things.

"Midoriya, I can sense you," the battered and broken woman announced as he got next to her right side. "As you can see, I can't see you. Would you like to know who did this to me?"

"Yes, please," he answered as he brought a nearby wooden chair to sit down in.

"All Might did this to me five or so years ago," she dropped the bombshell, shocking the young man. Sensei was unable to see his shock as she continued, "It was a long-awaited battle of 'good' versus 'evil,' you can probably surmise which was which. Back then I had a face and I was quite beautiful, if you can believe it. All Might crushed my head between her hands, my brain matter getting in the mix."

"How did you survive?" Midoriya asked the million dollar question.

"The short story is that I survived with the use of one of my quirks and a doctor of mine. Do you want to hear the long answer?"

"Please, this is interesting," Izuku encouraged, which got a chuckle from the bedridden woman.

"My quirk is called All for One, which is also my 'villain' name. I have the power to take and give quirks with some limits through the use of my hands. I was born in the Dawn of Quirks, right when every other woman was getting one it seemed like. Back then they were called 'meta abilities' but for now I'll call them quirks for convenience sakes. It was anarchy in Japan, hell, in all places; and I coincidentally had the power to bring order to the chaos. I took power from the undeserving and gave it to my most loyal quirkless followers, who then enacted my will. For a time there was peace in Japan…until my sickly sister decided to challenge me," All for One told him sadly, a frown on her face. "She was born quirkless, or at least, she was perceived as quirkless. She didn't agree with what I was doing, saying I couldn't be the judge, jury, and executioner of others, saying that I was not the arbitrator of all quirk-related things. Due to her condition I forcibly gave her a power-stockpiling quirk so she could surprise her enemies with a slight boost of strength and she hated me for it, saying she didn't want it and that she didn't consent. I told her I didn't need her permission to keep her safe and I thought it was over.

"I was wrong. A month later, with no contact from my dear baby sister, she comes back and challenges me to a fight out in the public. I refused, telling her I didn't want to hurt her. When I did so, she tried to kill me with a knife, saying it was necessary to bring back order to the chaos that 'I' created. Due to the powerset I had at the time it was trivally easy to dodge and block her attacks, as at the time I had a quirk that turned my skin as hard as concrete. She wouldn't stop trying to kill me so I snapped her knife in half, but this only spurred her on." All for One paused, the sound of the heart monitor being the only thing that could be heard in the room. With a heavy heart she continued, "Her asthma was getting out of hand, I could see that she was literally gasping for breath. I told her that we needed to stop our petty squabble, to get her medical attention. She didn't listen, trying to claw at my hardened skin and only breaking off her nails and bleeding from the tips of her fingers. Her eyes full of unadulterated hatred as she gasped for breath before collapsing." She paused again, reigning in her anger and sadness as she then continued, "I did my best to get her to a hospital, but by the time I made it her heart had stopped, her airway closed up. There was nothing the doctors could do, so with a heavy heart I buried her myself in a deep grave. What I didn't know until a decade or two later was that my sister did have a quirk, the ability to pass her quirk to another. Seems useless, does it not?"

He nodded before answering verbally, "Yeah, it does, but I have a feeling you're going to say 'but.'"

"Indeed. When I gave my baby sister that strength stockpiling quirk it somehow fused with her original quirk, turning it into a quirk that's now called One for All, a backwards version of my own quirk. My sister passed her fused quirk to another person, who then similarly tried to kill me for 'killing' my dear sister. I killed the Second for thinking I would ever kill my sister and thought that would be the end. Again, I was wrong. The Third appeared and tried to kill me, so I killed them. The Fourth I didn't fight, but I did try to steal the Fifth's fused quirk, which technically belonged to me. It goes on and on like this until the Eighth, All Might. She and I leveled several city blocks in our fight and though it was close, All Might won in the end, making me how I am today, though she didn't get out of it lightly either."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because, Midoriya, I want you to join us, the League of Villains we call ourselves."

"Why should I join you?" the lone man challenged, his hands itching to take out his portal gun from his NTC, but knowing it'd be folly to do so.

"You've been scorned all your life, haven't you?" she asked with a smug smile. "I don't need to see your face to know I'm right. Constantly being told that all you'd amount to be was a Breeder, that you weren't going to be a hero like your peers, that you were stupid, ignorant, and just eye candy for those lustful teenagers you surround yourself with. Why do you surround yourself with teenagers when you could just live off making inventions like you used to for Geonosis Tech?"

"I like looking at pretty women ever since I made a wish," he answered honestly. "Also, you know about all that?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, I know all about you, Midoriya Izuku. Your mother is Midoriya Inko, your father is Midoriya Hisashi, who is absent in your life due to working as a Breeder abroad in America. You are a student for U.A. and are in Class 1-A, taught by Eraserhead. You are a genius inventor who interned at Geonosis Tech, a reference to Star Wars if I'm correct. It didn't last for long, only six and a half months, but you left your mark on the industry with your arc reactor technology currently powering both the facility and Musutafu City like a bright LED. You're an accomplished inventor who cleared Dagobah Beach with shrinking tech, and you even helped a fellow colleague named Hatsume Mei with her inventions, or 'babies,' as she calls them."

"You know a lot. Stalker much?" he joked, though internally sweating at how much information All for One knew of him. "Fuck fuck! Shit shit!" he swore within his mind.

"Ah. I wish I didn't get rid of the telepathy quirk to that one woman, it would've helped in this silence," she lightly lamented. "Tell me, Midoriya: Would you like a quirk?"

"I beg your pardon?" he asked incredulously, a hot lump forming in his throat.

No way she was offering what he always wanted…right?

"You heard me, young man. I can give you what you always wanted: A quirk of your own to use at your leisure. Are you interested?"

Midoriya thought it over for a few seconds, his mind creating and scrapping ideas so fast that it would've made a normal woman's head spin. He eventually settled on his answer, "No."

"Really? I thought you'd jump at the chance," she said disbelievingly.

"I already have a 'quirk' of my own design, thank you very much," he declined as he got up from his chair. "Can I leave to think over your previous offer?"

"You can. Kurogiri," she called out while pressing a button on a nearby remote. A well-dressed mist woman appeared from a portal, bowing in servitude. "Take Midoriya back to his home to think things over. Stay safe out there. It's a woman's world out there after all."

Midoriya nodded and left through the portal that was created for him, finding himself in his room with not a thing disturbed around him. Before he could drop his faux confidence act he made one last order to his faithful AI, "JARVIS, save the recording of today for me to edit later."

"It is done, Sir," JARVIS intoned.

"Excellent. Principal Nozomi and All Might will want to hear this," he said before he completely dropped his mask. "Oh my god that was so scary! I met the oldest big bad guy in existence and survived by the skin of my teeth! Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Master, are you okay?" Desiree asked as she floated into the room, having finished her exploring around the neighborhood for funsies. "I'm detecting you're highly stressed."

"Desiree, read my mind," he commanded, her listening immediately.

After a second or two of comprehension she gasped as she shifted back into her human form and hugged her master. "I can't believe you survived that, sugar! I wasn't even there and I was scared for your life!"

The two of them hugged fiercely as the man breathed in her calming scent of vanilla, feeling relaxed as he melted in her arms. Without breaking up their hug they navigated their way to his bed, spooning each other as they cuddled. It was utterly relaxing for the both of them, especially since Midoriya was taller now and could spoon her better.

"You know, it occurs to me that I could probably fix the world's oldest and most dangerous villain by using Extremis," the inventor randomly said.

"Hmm?" Desiree hummed as she turned her head to look at her master.

"It wouldn't be too hard to restore her face and, presumably, her lungs and any other organ that needs fixing."

"But why would you do that?"

"I know, it's like puking on a pile of shit," he remarked.

"That's disgusting!" his sex genie said with a chuckle.

"Sorry, my dear," he apologized while grabbing her ass, loving how his hands sunk deep into her soft flesh. "I wonder if All Might needs a dose of Extremis…I mean, we've seen her in both of her civilian form and her heroine form so—"

"You're seriously thinking that while grabbing my ass?" she asked as she pushed against his hand, the both of them moaning at the superb feeling.

"You're right, let's get freaky," Midoriya said before flipping his sex genie onto her back and kissing her passionately.

"You know," Desiree began between gasps of air from their snogging, "you should really be doing this to Katsumi."

Midoriya gasped in shock, stopping the snogfest they were doing.

"What? She deserves more punishment then what you've given her."

"You would forgo sex for me to…fuck Kacchan?" he asked incredulously.

"Not just fuck, mindfuck," Desiree corrected as she shifted back to her sex genie form and got out of their position. "I never liked that you forgave her so easily so I have an idea, if you'd like to hear it."

"Sure, why not?"