Hello again! and welcome back to another chapter of All for Us!

I will admit, I did not expect this to take as long as it did, during my last authors note I figured 'alright, I'll tell them I need more time, rush it, and post it early as a surprise!' cue evil laughter of the universe, as it saddles me with more stuff to keep me from writing than I anticipated.

so, fun times! but hey, I am happy that I at least finished it on time! ish, as I write this it's about forty five minutes after midnight.

but who cares about those little details, am I right?

Chapter 7.

Taking 'care' of children was something that she never really enjoyed, if anything it was probably second highest on her shit list, not for any moral reasons or any bullshit of that sort. But rather due to its tendency to leave an uneasy feeling build inside her chest throughout the day, it felt as though a worm would wriggle around through her insides, unable to comprehend that its struggles were in vain up until its gruesome death by her hands.

The highest thing on her shit list would have to be her sister signing her up for shit she didn't agree to, and not tell her about it until the day it was happening. It was annoying, and got her into trouble more often than not.

So, one could imagine the fury towards her dearly beloved sister when she signs up ol' Yuichi Taknoshi in a deal with the devil, only for the devil himself to come and collect on his apparently owed dues. Sprinkle in some yelling and some good-natured beating of her sister, and you have the situation she found herself in currently. Sat on the left end seat of a green couch of a relatively normal looking apartment, her tail lazily swishing back and forth in the air alongside a woman with vomit coloured hair duct taped to the opposite end of the couch with wide and frightful eyes, and one of her apparent partners in crime knocking down the wall to a kid's bedroom. Why? She didn't know, and frankly when it came to the faceless overlord of Japan's underworld, she didn't want to know.

If it was enough to clear the debt her sister racked-up in her stead, she was happily willing to not ask any questions.

Part of the ceiling crumbling was enough to have Yuichi's gaze wonder back over to the eight-foot-tall behemoth of a man that was, unfortunately, her current partner as he stepped through the ruble of what was a wall. A small mop of green hair attached to an unconscious kid, probably no older than thirteen or fourteen judging by his size, was held rather loosely in the red muscled arms of . . .

Okay, she didn't quite remember his name, but in her defence, she wasn't really paying attention when yelling at her sister earlier.

"Eyo, Big Guy, is that our target?"

"Dunno, but he's the only other one in the apartment"

With their third stationed outside, not only to alert them of the eventual police- but to act as lookout encase their target fled, this kid was most likely their main prize. With a soft sigh as she stood up from the rather comfortable couch, she reached into the pocket of her black coat, hung up on the chair just to her left, and fished out a small rectangular device with two antenna and a screen. She took two steps forward, shoving the device antenna first into the boys rather squishy cheek. She heard some sort of crackle of energy, a whirring of a motor of some sort, and a positive 'Bing!' as a green checkmark appeared on screen.

As the kid shifted in the big guy's arms, she gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. With the thought of going home and sleeping until she felt good again, she turned her head around just as the kid upchucked what was likely his last free meal.

"Hey, Kuin! We got the kid, is the coast clear?"

". . .The Fuck?"

The sudden swear from her unnamed partner had Yuichi turn her head back to the apparent sight of the kids vomit rather violently bubbling on the floor. Her eyes immediately went to the kid, he was still unconscious if his even breathing was of any indication, her eyes narrowed however as she noticed that all five of his fingers on the right hand were touching the skin of the big guy's arm. Did the kids quirk activate on accident? Well, that would be a pretty shit quirk if it was a five fingered activation to vomit. She took a step back from the bubbling mess as a precaution nonetheless, and was proven right on her caution as a slimy hand rose from the puddle.

The big guy took a step back as an arm followed the slimy hand out of the vomit, and a torso, a head, and even a pair of legs before the bubbling puddle eventually evaporated, taking along with it the slimy mess that coated their new arrival. It was the kid unconscious in the big guy's arms, or at least, a replica of him. Down to the very same T-shirt and boxers the kid had presumably worn to sleep that night; She could and probably would have mistaken them as twins if she hadn't witnessed him arise from literal vomit.

The second kid sat unresponsive on his knees, no visible sign that it was about to attack in any sort of way, let alone rescue its master or flee the scene for aid. Hell, it didn't even look as though it was breathing.

A not so gentle kick with the toe of her boot confirmed that theory well enough.

Freaky ass quirk, but hey, who was she to judge with a quirk like Succubus?

"Right. . . Well, let's just get out of here, with how much noise we've made it's a wonder a cop or a hero haven't shown up yet"

She turned around and made for the door, expecting the big guy to follow along with her as opposed to their entry way of the nearby and currently broken window. She didn't get all that far- probably three or four steps if she really had to count, before a startled yelp had her turn back around, a scowl worming its way onto her face.

"What now-?!"

The kneeling doppelganger of the kid had its left arm outstretched; its fingers locked around the big guy's ankle to the point of turning red themselves-

No wait, the arm was turning red now too, and his face, and- oh. Oh.

"Shit- we got problems!"

Her yell was more for the sake of their rather useless third as opposed to the big guy, who's leg thrashed around like a fish dancing the tango with a taser until the hand let go. He dropped the body of the actual kid, freeing his arm to reel back in an attempt to deliver what she hoped would be a one punch knockout to the doppelganger. Only for the still growing doppelganger to catch his fist with their own, their second hand reaching out to scoop up its true self, or whatever the fuck the kid was. Red eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't quite recognize met her gaze momentarily, it froze her like a deer in headlights as his gaze traveled from her to the big guy.

Though, it wasn't his eyes that caused her to freeze, rather, it was the unnatural grin that split his face in half that stopped her.

"Oh ho ho! This was a turn of events I wasn't quite expecting. In all honesty, I thought. . . I, was going to vomit-copy up attraction of small objects first, or Big Hands, if Iz- I, managed to hold hands with Itsuka long enough that is. Though it's a shame. . ."

She didn't know who the fuck this Itsuka person was, but as the doppelganger tightened their hold on the big guy's fist, to the point of audibly cracking his bones, she found that she didn't quite care at that moment. With a burst of speed she didn't know she had, the ravenette sprinted to the front door of the apartment, tearing it near off its hinges as her heart attempted to drown out the pained sounds of the big guy. Her eyes shot towards the left, towards the corner where Kuin claimed she would wait, yet the eyepatch wearing third of their hired trio was nowhere to be seen. She muttered a curse before looking towards the right, finding nothing but an empty hallway to greet her.

Crap, was it too late to apologize, run away and grovel at the feet of her temporary boss?

A hand with the smoothest skin she's ever felt landed atop the bare skin of her left shoulder, its fingers curling around to the point of a dull ache as they dug into her flesh. A sudden intake of breath behind her was all the warning Yuichi had before the freedom of the outside world was stolen from her, and instead replaced by the warmth of landing face first into the green couch once more. She had to admit, even with the cushioning of a couch, hitting something face first was not a pleasant experience. before she could think of her next course of action, a hand firmly took hold of her tail at its base, with a rough tug and a soft cry of pain she collapsed onto the floor just in front of the couch. On reflex her hands went to rub at the now sore connection between her tail and the rest of her body, only for those same hands to roughly take hold of her wrists. They pulled her up onto her feet, then up to hang in the air to stare into the crimson eyes of the transformed vomit kid.

Yuichi would happily admit she wasn't what most would consider tall, very few outside flirts attempting to get into her pants would call five foot six tall at all. At her estimates from when the kid was on the ground, she could also safely say he was around her height, give or take an inch or two. Thus, it was to her unpleasant surprise to take note that the red freckled face of the seven-and-a-half-foot tall behemoth of a man holding her up like a caught fish was in fact the kid, and not her muscle bound partner- who was currently lying face down in a crumpled mess overtop what looks like the remains of a stove. The fact that she wasn't quite sure if it was a stove, a washing machine, or hell even a fridge that was buried underneath the big guy, painted a unique picture in her mind that she would rather not complete. The monster- for she refused to believe that was just the quirk of a damned kid, cleared its throat, and it was with reluctance that her bright pink eyes traveled up to meet with his own bloody red.

"Well! This little test of my. . . quirk, was fun. But I'm afraid that our time together must come to an end- truly I did love our playtime! But you see, my limit is almost upon me, and we can't have that happen while you're all here, now can we?"

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest at the news as it was spoken, the monsters time almost being up was an absolute godsend that she was sure to give thanks to whatever deity she could if she made it out alive. If, being the keyword at its ominous words of removing them before it happened. Were they going to be set free? She hoped so, but her mind, the treacherous bastard that it was, highly doubted it. Were they going to be killed? Maybe, it was the higher possibility of the two- hell, she'd kill them if she was in his shoes, don't leave your enemies alive to cause problems in the future and all that jazz.

Thankfully, she didn't plan to die without putting up a fight.

Exhaling as much air from her lungs as she possibly could, Yuichi's mouth opened as wide as she could make it, and loudly began inhaling. Throughout her relatively short life, Yuichi could count on a singular hand the number of times that she honestly valued her quirk. I mean, really? Stealing a person's love to boost her own physical strengths? Ignoring how perverted that sounded on paper, just what was considered love to a non-sentient quirk? Was it what she thought love was? Was it the shared feelings between lovers? Friends? People and inanimate objects? Or something else entirely? She didn't honestly know.

What she did know however, as a light pink mist escaped through the mouth of the vomit monster before her, was that her chances of survival were slightly more than zero.

A well-placed kick to the vomit monster's crotch saw him let go of her hands, dropping her onto the ground only for her to roll out of his way as his massive bare foot came crashing down onto the wood flooring where she landed. She didn't like how the flooring shattered into splinters where he stomped, nor did she like the fierce glare in his seemingly red glowing eyes that promised nothing but pain. That's fine, all that did was motivate her to not die as she crawled under the small table in the living room, she barely cleared her escape from under it before that too became splinters under his fist. She was quick in an attempt to stand, only to duck down as the leg of the table went through the television set and into the wall just beyond, standing was a bad idea it seemed. It was also her only idea on how to outrun him, at least that's what her mind, frantic as it was, screamed at her as she vaulted over the green couch.

She made for the kitchen, the faint hope that the big guy was awake fueling her mad sprint before she turned right back around and ran towards the hallway. The pungent smell of gas from a now obviously broken stove deterring her from wanting to be anywhere near that ticking time bomb, regardless if her muscle-bound partner was there- if he was even still alive that was. She slammed into the already cracked left wall of the hallway with an 'oof!' escaping past her lips, pushing herself off and into another sprint, Yuichi made her way towards the end of the hallway- the open door at the end her promised salvation! She didn't care where it went, a bedroom, a bathroom, hell- even a closet would do, just as long as it had a window for her to escape from! she was almost there, a few steps further and she would be free-

A sharp pain to her left side coupled with a quickly growing wetness that clung to her shirt alerted her that something was wrong.

A quick glance to the growing wetness had her eyes widen before she stumbled, further eliciting another sharp pain from the wooden table leg impaled just above her hip. Her shoulder immediately slammed into the door next to her, it opened with ease to reveal a small bathroom just large enough for one person at a time, quickly she ran in as another table leg sailed through the air behind her. The little lock twisted as she slammed the door shut behind her, it wouldn't buy her much time- if any at all, but at least he wouldn't be able to just walk right through. A soft chuckle escaped past her lips as she leaned against the door, slowly sliding down into a seated position as the situation truly dawned on her.

"I'm. . . going to die here, aren't I?"

If the kids quirk didn't kill her, then she was probably going to die from her injuries. Now, Yuichi wasn't a practitioner of medicine or anything of the sort- googling her symptoms being the extent of her knowledge, but she was fairly sure that a giant wooden spike to the vague area one of your kidneys is supposed to be, was probably not a good thing. The fact that she hadn't bled out yet being a miracle in of itself, though in all likelihood it was probably due to the spike still being inside her.

"Bleh. . . I need a drink, at this point anythin' would be nice. . ."

Her coat offered no drinks, not that she had it on her anymore. The kitchen was a no-go with the gas, and the whole being unable to leave the room thing. There was water from the tap, but that shit was boring. . . maybe there was something under the sink? With that thought in mind she lazily reached for the cupboard door just off to her right, after all. . . Medical-grade alcohol was still alcohol, right? She reached inside as the door slowly swung open, her fingers just barely brushing against the handle of the large red first aid kit she saw. After a brief miss /or three/ she managed to slip a finger under the handle, success! Her breath held as she pulled it closer to her, slowly inching it forwards until a second finger slipped under the handle. She tore it open as soon as it landed in her lap not a moment later, alcohol, some bandages, a flare gun, wet wipes, even a flashlight to boot!

Before she could attempt to open the small bottle of not drinkable alcohol, the door she was leaning on was torn from its hinges. A quick spasm of pain as her upper body landed on the floor, had her looking up into the crotch of the kid vomit monster. Weakly she reached for the med kit, to pull out something- anything that would help her against this behemoth of a quirk. The flare gun was conveniently pulled out, her eyes closed as she pointed it above and pressed down on the trigger. The red light from the flare was visible through her eyelids, as was the explosion as it ignited the gas emanating from the kitchen.

As the heat from the explosion raced to consume her and the vomit monster, Yuichi couldn't help it as her last thoughts dwelled upon her twin sister, of how she'd handle things on her own, if she could handle them on her own at all.

And of how much of a bitch she was for getting her roped into this job at the last minute.

/././././

Towering monoliths of steel and glass blotted out the sky, while featureless shadows of people he didn't recognize surrounded him on all sides. Advertisements for the latest hero support gear were shouldered out of the way of fast-food chains as they proclaimed their genius over the latest chicken sandwich. Posters of a winking Captain Celebrity shooting off finger guns were on every street corner, with some being more. . . provocative in nature than public decency should allow. Surprisingly he could feel from his left side- something aside from a dull pain that was, a fullness that he longed for which hadn't existed since his final battle. He twisted his body to the left, as if trying to crack his back in an awkward way- he was met with no resistance, no pain, nor did the act of breathing cause a dull ache to rattle around through his empty chest.

Toshinori knew he was in a dream, in a memory of a happier time from his younger days, for how could he not recognize the beauty that was New York City? It was his second favorite state he had gone to visit, just shy of California, if only due to meeting his lifelong friend and first ever sidekick, David.

An explosion occurred in the distance, a speck of bright yellow and orange in an otherwise faded grey memory. He didn't remember this particular instance of crime, but if it was his guess, his dream was creating an instance of crime for him to stop, to let loose and have some fun in a trip down memory lane. His trademarked grin splashed across his face as with the clenching of his buttchecks, he was off sailing through the air. He felt something vibrate in his pocket, followed almost immediately by 'A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE!' a phone call, likely alerting him to the villain attack already taking place, even in his dreams he was a step ahead of it all.

He landed on the pavement just outside a burning building some thirty stories tall, residential if he had to guess, with police cars already on the scene creating a perimeter around several ambulances. Dozens of people, men, children, and women were strewn about, some of which wore blankets overtop their shoulders. The worst of which he could see being cared for by the first responders, an officer took notice of his presence and jogged forwards, waving to get his attention as they approached.

"All Might! We're glad you're here, most of the civilians are accounted for, but a boy and his mother from the second floor are still missing. Some of the neighbors say they saw someone fleeing the scene before the explosion happened, so it's possible it was some sort of villain attack, be careful"

"Right, don't worry officer, you can count those two civilians as good as found, why? Because I Am Here-"

'A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE!'

His eyebrow rose slightly as his ringtone started playing again, was someone calling him about another crime in progress? He fished his phone out of his jacket, a faceless photograph with the title of unknown number disappeared just as it was pulled out, with a shrug he pocketed the device again and turned to the officer, they were gone. His gaze immediately swept across the crowd of civilians, of on-lookers and injured alike, they were all gone. He fell into a boxer's stance as the hairs on the back of his neck arose, even though it was a dream, he knew it wasn't supposed to be like this. His phone went off in his pocket again, he chose to ignore it, focusing more on the sounds of the roaring fire beside him as they slowly died out to a dull whine, before snuffing out entirely. Its warmth was lost to him, as was the bright yellowish orange hues that it brought along with it, plunging his dream world back into an amalgamation of grey hues. His gaze swept across what he could see of the street, only for his eyes to widen as a building collapsed in on itself in the distance. It made no noise- no dust cloud as it seemingly disappeared into a nothingness, the space it once occupied now not but a black void in an otherwise colorless mockery of New York City. One by one as his ringtone played in his jacket pocket, buildings would collapse in on themselves, leaving behind the same endless void as his dream transformed into. . . nothing.

No, not nothing, there! Staring back at him from the void were two dull red eyes. They didn't blink, nor did they shift around as the landscape before them withered away, they focused solely on him, solely on his bright blue eyes and the man behind them. He noticed from the edge of his vision the void distort just below the eyes, the blackness seemingly writhed and wriggled until it cracked, splitting apart to reveal two perfectly aligned rows of human teeth. The teeth bent upwards at the edges, as if trying to mimic a grin without any sort of lips or facial features all.

It was somewhat creepy in all honesty.

His phone rung for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, yet he dared not reach for it as the eyes, once focused on his own, now stared directly at his jacket, at the pocket containing his phone. He let it ring, hoping that whoever kept trying to call him would get the hint he was busy, but the moment it ended the phone rung again.

"Just how terrible do you have to be to ignore someone's call like that? Are you truly that confident that the danger has passed? That I have passed? Your teacher was confident in that too once upon a time, and look where she is Now."

His eyes widened at the familiar voice echoing all around him, at the voice of a ghost long since killed by his own hands- one of the only lives he had ever taken. His teeth clenched as One for All screamed its harmonic symphony of eight in his ear, of a song he hadn't heard since the shadow king's defeat. It was a song so few got to hear, and one he hoped his budding apprentice would soon hear as well, yet its underlying whispers warned of a different tale. It whispered of a danger in its near future, a danger that they so rarely faced, it whispered the need to pass on, to cultivate in the next generation-

It whispered to answer his damned phone.

Toshinori Yagi awoke in his bed with a startled cry as he transformed into his hero form, sweat glistening from his chiselled features before he deflated back into his skeletal self once realizing that was alone. His palm met the side of his head as he took slow, painful breaths while he regained his bearings from that godawful dream, if he could even call that a dream. With its ending more akin to a prophetic nightmare than dream, he couldn't help but wonder if it was true. . . if the king of Japan's underworld was somehow still alive.

No, he was positive that man was dead, his skull had caved in around his fist, he felt the splatter of brain matter on his knuckles.

"Not even he could have survived tha-" 'A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE!'

His eyes wandered over to his comically small rectangular phone, purposely sat just out of arms reach on the dresser across the room. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew that the few contacts he held in his phone wouldn't be calling at this hour- at least, unless it was an emergency. Maneuvering his body to slip off his bed without disturbing his old injury all that much, Toshi reached the dresser that held his charging phone in less than three steps. He didn't make it to answer the call, but the phone screen was still brightly lit- flashing the time of three thirty two in the morning before powering down again. A press of the power button brought the device to life once more, revealing some several notifications that weren't there before. A missed call from Young Midoriya, along with one from an unknown number, and three missed calls from 'Musutafu General Hospital'. He dialed the latest number he had missed- the unknown number, after the second ring what sounded like a man in desperate need of a coffee had answered on the other end.

"Am I speaking to Mr. Yagi?"

"Yes, this is He, can I help you?"

"I'm sorry for disturbing you this late at night, but there were no emergency contacts listed and you were the last number the kid called before it happened-"

"It? Did something happen to Young Midoriya?!"

"-The apartment complex the Midoriya's lived in was attacked by a villain, we don't know all the details yet, but the villain set off an explosion after fleeing the scene. Several people have been injured with at least three having been killed. Mr. Midoriya is currently in intensive care bei-"

The officer's words were cut short as the phone shattered on the hardwood surface of his floor, having been dropped the moment he rushed to his closet for a pair of pants and coat. With his arms barely through the sleeves he rushed out of his apartment, shifting into his buff form before, with the clenching of his butt cheeks, he jumped into the air. The wind flowing through his luxurious hair, once a reminder of what he fought for in a world without the symbol of peace, now served as a warning of his dwindling time, of how those hidden In the dark watched as his hours of patrol shortened with each passing year. He needed a successor to carry on his legacy, the world needed his successor, it needed One for All in order to continue fighting against evil, it needed the pure heart of Izuku Midoriya.

Several minutes and at least three continuous jumps later, he landed on the rooftop of a random building just down the road of Musutafu General Hospital. A smaller leap had him on the ground in a side alleyway of the building, deflating, he broke into a quick jog that saw him the rest of the way to the hospital. He took a moment with his hands on his knees, deeply breathing so as to catch his breath, a mental note to start jogging more was filed away in the back of his mind.

After a moment to collect himself, he walked up to the front desk, clearing his throat to gain the attention of the attendant- who had already been looking at him due to his breathing, oops.

"Ah- Excuse me, I'm Toshinori Yagi. Where might I find Izuku Midoriya?"

"Ah! Mr. Toshi!"

The interrupting voice just off to the side caused his eyes to wander over towards it. Emerging from the hallway doors was a man in an officer's uniform with blue scaled skin and fish-like fins on either side of his head. He held a small notebook in his gloved hand, a pencil resting on top of it kept in place by his thumb. He drew closer to Toshinori, giving off the air of a man who was smiling- even though he couldn't really tell from the way the man had no lips.

"I'm officer Boubasui, in sorry we had to meet under these unfortunate circumstances. If you'll follow me, I'll lead you to the kids room- my partner is watching over him, encase there's any. . . New developments"

Encase he woke up and was in any state to give a statement more like, but Toshi managed to bite his tongue long enough to give him a curt nod. He knew why they would want to interview young midoyira- the perks of having a detective as a friend, but he couldn't help the small feeling of annoyance that blossomed in what was left of his guts.

The boy needed rest, especially after the possibly traumatic experience this villain's attack sounded like, not to be pestered in an interview by the police the moment he opened his eyes.

The two of them walked down the hallway in relative silence, the only noise being from the officer's semi-loud footsteps by his boots, along with the occasional faint beep from a piece of hospital equipment as they passed by. It wasn't long until they reached the elevator, stepping inside the officer turned back and pressed the button for the third floor, his eyebrow rose slightly as the elevator began its ascent.

"Hey. . . don't most hospitals have their ICU on the upper floors? Your partner mentioned he was being held there before I. . ." before he dropped and broke the phone in his haste to rush out the door. The officer in turn raised his own eyebrow to stare at the unrecognizable hero.

"Intensive care? What for? When his quirk kicked in the doc-"

"Quirk? What are you talking about? Young Midoriya is quirkless!"

"Quirkless? What? Are we talking about the same kid? Green hair, freckles, scrawny thing?"

"Yes! He's quirkless! I've seen his registration myself!"

One of the few perks of not only being the symbol of peace, but by also on paper being the symbol of peace's secretary was access to the national quirk registry. An official list of citizens and their quirks created some seventy years or so prior in order to keep track of public quirk usage, to the public it was a way for the police and heroes to identify the true identities of villains on the run, but to the government and private hero agencies? It was a way to keep tabs on promising individuals and their quirk growth. The day after Toshinori had taken on young Midoriya as an apprentice was when he checked on the viridianette's profile, confirming that the child had been legally diagnosed as quirkless at the tender age of five.

The not so visible eyebrows of the officer scrunched up at his words, confusion clearly written on his face as he seemingly tried to solve a complex puzzle. But before he could dwell on it for long, a soft ping of the elevator with the opening of the doors signalled their arrival to the third floor. Without another word the officer stormed out of the elevator, leaving Toshi to hurry along after him down the hall. It wasn't a long walk- they were only about four or five doors down from the elevator before the officer took hold of the doorknob to a room and thrust the door open, slamming it against the wall in the process. The second officer, a man with pale skin and light brown hair, jumped in his seat as his partner stormed into the room, yet the viridianette still did not stir.

"C'mon Drui, we're done for the night, and remind me to check the registry when we get back to the precinct"

"Uh? Sure? If you say so Bou"

Without another word the two officers left the room, bidding Toshinori a goodnight as they passed him on their way to the elevator. Somewhat confused by the interaction, Toshi entered the rather plain looking hospital room. It really wasn't all that much, the hospital bed in one corner, a space for a small uncomfortable looking chair in another, and a rather faded painting of a rose hung above a heart monitor just beside the bed.

All in all, it was very boring to look at and be in.

Thus, one could imagine how startling it would be as he managed to settle into the /unsurprisingly/ uncomfortable chair, only to notice a pair of dark green eyes weakly staring at him from the bed.

"Young Midoriya?! You're awake? No, don't answer that, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"I'm. . . alright, All Might. But I. . . what happened?"

Ah, was he possibly repressing the memory of what happened? Or did he get hit in the head and get minor amnesia?

"Ah, well, from what I've been told, your apartment complex was attacked by a villain. They unfortunately managed to escape"

"A villain? But how?! Why-. . . "

". . . Young Midoriya?"

The paused silence was worrying, especially so as Midoriya stared off into the distance not at the window, but at the corner where two walls intersected. His eyes refused to leave that corner, even as the rest of his body shifted on the bed so he could sit up with ease.

"All Might. . . promise me. . ."

Eh? Promise him?

". . .Promise me you won't freak out at what I'm about to tell you"

"Young Midoriya, it would take a lot to make me freak out."

Besides, what's the worst the kid could tell him? That he secretly knew All for One?

". . . back then, when we first met and you left me on the rooftop. . . I met someone. Someone, who offered me a quirk in exchange for something. . ."

. . . Alright, he wasn't expecting that one.

Nor was he expecting the Ice that ran through his veins as the kid's gaze shifted from the corner, to staring at the edge of the blanket his fingers were idly playing with. Was it true then? Was All for One truly still alive? Did he manage to infect Midoriya with his poisonous claws already?

". . . I accepted the offer, and in exchange for a quirk. . . I gave her my body"

Eh?

"Eh?"

He gave her his body? What did he mean by that? Who was this her? Was there a girl All for One? And what did he mean by-

"You gave her your body? Young Midoriya, please tell me you didn't do. . . that"

The young Midoriya stared at him with confusion in his eyes, only for them to widen a fraction of a second later before his face exploded in crimson. He began stuttering, waving his arms around wildly in the process- honestly, he couldn't understand a damned thing with how bad the stutter was. He cleared his throat as he stood from his chair, he stared at the young Midoriya from above, causing the young man to so silent if just for a moment.

"Young Midoriya, please. . . tell me who you mean by her."

"Who he means, my dear senpai~"

Out of nowhere did a third person appear In the room, with long black hair and eyes of a deep crimson colour. Little fangs sprouted from her lips, while two horns rested above within her hair.

"Is I! Primus! A pleasure to finally meet you face to face, no? We have much to. . . Discuss."

Even though he had no idea who this was and what was happening anymore, Toshinori couldn't help but agree with that final statement.

Dun

Dun

Dunnnnnnnnnn a cliffhanger!

mostly because this was the best place to naturally leave off without being late on account of writing another two or three thousand words with stuff I can just save for next time,

so look forwards to that!

caio for now!~