Toshinori sure knew how to pick 'em.
Sorahiko groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"He'll be with you tomorrow. Again th-thanks for taking him on." He growled, apparently Toshinori thought it funny to only NOW inform him that he had passed One for All.
Tsukauchi was no slouch either, 'said the boy had some apparent relations to All for One from what he had gathered.
Ah shit of course.
Sorahiko cracked his back, grunting from the quick pain. He had his work cut out for him, if Tsukauchi was right though. He shook his head. Toshinori trusted the boy, then again, that little kid was always a meathead.
Ah hell. This was a mess.
All for One, All for One, All for One.
Of all the people to give One for All to, Toshinori had the grand idea to give it to possibly the only person that has an arguable link to All for One.
Ah shit.
Sorahiko pondered throughout the night, Tsukauchi had been updating him on his investigation on the boy. There was something there, his hunch wasn't that far off.
Midoriya's father was gone.
Just gone.
All the pictures within the Midoriya household were expunged somehow, the face of Hisashi Midoriya censored by a black tar.
All the addresses from the funds being sent to the family were going no where, twists and turns, different counties and states within the U.S
All his belongings, gone, missing, like he never even lived back in the small apartment.
All gone.
And yet, support.
All this, the money, the years spent in a dingy little apartment playing house with civilians.
This was incredibly out of character for the Scourge of Kamino.
Sorahiko would admit, he hadn't a clue on what the devil was thinking.
But so be it, so his spawn was chosen to be the next holder of One for All. He supposed there was some ice cold irony to be had there.
And yes, Sorahiko would confidently say that Izuku was his spawn.
Because the moment he saw him, all he saw was All for One.
Midoriya was at his apartment, a soft smile on his face while the rays of sun peeking from the window blinds made his stark white hair even more eye-catching.
The first time Sorahiko saw the boy, he froze.
"Give me a moment sonny, I have to make a call." He managed to whimper out, shuffling himself into the kitchen, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
His phone rang, once, twice, thrice before someone picked up.
"Err… yes sir, were there any problems?" Toshinori's cowering voice came through, Torino's teeth grit.
"A few? A few. Toshinori Yagi…" he could hear the little maggot swallow his own spit and cower behind the line. "Of all the people. Of all the people to pick, you pick All for One junior? Please Toshinori, enlighten me on your thought process."
"Y-you see, but his hair was green before sir, I didn't- I didn't think-" All Might coughed and stuttered.
"I must be going senile." Sorahiko took a peek back at the living room, the boy calmly sitting down on the suitcase that he had brought. "But that's not green. That in fact is a very pure white- Toshinori WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" Sorahiko howled.
"Si-Sir I assure you, Midoriya is pure of heart sir I swear ple-" Sorahiko cut the line, he could feel his blood pressure heighten, better get this over with before he finally kicks the bucket at the sheer stupidity that surrounds him.
"So little Zygote." Sorahiko started, Small for One just tilted his head. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Midoriya Iz-"
"No no! Not that! What's your name?" he repeated, more assertively this time, the boy chuckled.
"The Hero for All: Atlas" Ballsy little brat, he'll give him that.
"Feh. Fine, how far are you with One for All?" he asked, there was a mischievous glint on the boy's eyes that gave Sorahiko the Heebie Jeebies, Christ. It was like watching All for One pet a kitten or something, shit wasn't natural. Kindness wasn't in his genetics like that.
"Safely? Around 30 percent sir, but I can push it to about 38% if all else fails." The hero nodded, well then: show time.
"Let's see your moves then." Sorahiko grinned, he jettisoned himself to the boy, aiming right for the kisser.
"Sharp little brat, aren'tcha?" Midoriya ducked, Sorahiko had to admit, the boy was fast.
Sorahiko landed on the wall, left leg juust a bit raised to allow him to spin as he launched himself again. Midoriya switched his stance, his arm raised, ah so that's what he's thinking.
On pure instinct, the old hero dodged the swipe that Midoriya attempted, he landed on the floor. Not a second later, he jettisoned behind the boy and landed a mean kick to the back of his head. "You're a million years too young to think you can catch me, brat!"
Midoriya grunted, the energy surged through his veins, the wood underneath his foot cracked and splintered.
Ah shit.
Midoriya used his quirk to jetisson himself off the floorboards, chasing the old hero around the apartment, he couldn't catch up to the old goat. But the sheer power behind each and every one of Midoriya's movements left a lot of the furniture in complete and utter ruin.
They stopped, Gran Torino raising his open palm up as the boy took slow and steady breaths. Bastard was energetic like that, the old hero supposed. Sorahiko cleared his throat, cracking his aged back from all the turmoil.
Well, that little spar was pretty informative, judging by the rubble that used to be his living room, he'd say that the little tyke had a pretty decent grasp on One for All, better than Toshinori at his age, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry for the furniture sir." Sorahiko shrugged, he'll just charge that blonde idiot for all the collateral they'll be having.
And so the day ended, Sorahiko giving a rather lengthy charge against Toshinori, and letting the little Small for One get some rest gave him some time to form some sort of opinion of the boy.
Ah, too bad. Torino woke up, swiping away the drool from his mouth, he yawned. Midoriya was already at the living room, waiting for the next activity as a student intern, Ah shit of course.
"You ever go on a patrol?" he asked, Midoriya grinned.
"Maybe once or twice." That glint was back in his eyes, Sorahiko almost frothed at the mouth.
The old hero grunted, gesturing to the suitcase the kid brought with his chin. "Suit up then, we'll be doing some rounds around West Musutafu." The boy nodded, gently taking his suitcase with him as he made his way to the guest room.
Sorahiko pondered, the boy was smart. Smarter than Toshinori was with handling One for All. Nana though? Hmm, probably not.
He had to suppress a shudder though, the kid had too many All for One-isms for comfort, little bugger creeped him out if he was perfectly honest. His eyes, the smile, the way he moves. All of it pointed to the calm but threatening demeanor that All for One always had.
He wasn't sure. Still he wasn't sure what he felt about the boy, pretty bloody close to say anything other than he was 100% that devil's spawn.
So he pondered.
All Might trusts him, he didn't know whether to smack him upside for giving the most powerful quirk on the planet to the Quirk thief's son, or to praise him for giving it to the least likely person the devil would expect.
Hmm.
Nah, he'll definitely give that blonde idiot a concussion the next time he sees him.
Ah hell, suit was getting a bit crusty, better give it a wash next time he gets the chance.
"Ready brat?" he asked Midoriya, eyeing the white and green jumpsuit he was wearing.
Honestly?
He was expecting the vintage suit and tie attire that All for One always sported. The devil wears Prada after all.
"Yes sir." Midoriya nodded, and so they were off.
Like how all great heroes traveled, they took the train, the boy getting a bit of shut eye while Sorahiko lazily stared out the window.
Hmm. Big bird coming towards the train, Sorahiko narrowed his eyes.
Ah, I see. It never is a large bird is it?
A winged creature slams into the train, knocking it off its tracks, the passengers screamed.
"Come on Atlas!" he commanded the boy, the kid used his strength to rip the hull of the train to save the other passengers.
Hosu, they were in Hosu now. The air reeked of smoke and blood.
Sorahiko didn't like this.
Whatever that thing was, it's cadaver was splattered all around the side of the train.
There were screams.
He heard screaming all around the area.
"Sir…" Midoriya spoke out, his voice soft, calm. A bead of sweat rolled off of Sorahiko's forehead, heat. All around was heat.
He looked back at the boy, they shared a knowing glance at each other. Something was going on, not just the regular tomfoolery of quirked criminals.
"Hosu's burning, sir." The boy spoke, Sorahiko grit his teeth, ah shit.
"I know." He didn't even question why Midoriya was running off.
A/N:This marks the midway point of the 'fic. Thanks to everyone that supports me, Comments, Reviews, Favourites, and whatnot. The upcoming chapters are going to be a bit different and a bit longer than usual, just to solidify some stuff that I have planned for the fic. Hopefully you guys stick around till then. Again, thank you all . (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧