All For One was furious.

He had been watching closely ever since his son had arrived. Seeing Bakugou as well had been a surprise but he paid little mind to the child who had tormented Izuku growing up. The blonde had mellowed out so to speak as the years passed and even more so recently. Besides, he played a role in shaping who Izuku was and All For One believed it would benefit him in bringing his prodigy into the fold.

The father had been entertained to watch Izuku interact with the little group his successor had brought together. He had quickly grown close to two of them and reprimanded another. All For One was pleased to see him even show some backbone standing up to Tomura instead of cowering like others have. Izuku had grown more confident than he had been in his youth. Yes, he has always been a brave soul but he still had the typical lack of confidence of a child. But now he had the experience to back his power for standing up to others.

All For One had been amused at Izuku's embarrassment in the bathroom having sensed it with one of his many Quirks. Enough to feel his emotions but not enough to actually see anything. Though he did know about the knife of course but didn't consider it a threat. He would let his son have his trinkets. Besides, it was interesting to hear directly from Izuku his thoughts on the Hero Killer and how Stain had met and influenced his son. Taking inspiration from a Villain to be a Hero? How amusingly ironic.

It had been good to see Izuku getting along with the others in their moment of juvenility with the video games. His son showed good strategy and his moments of sporadic analysis were intriguing to experience. Izuku really had been hiding quite a skill from him. But now Tomura had gone and hurt his son and All For One would not stand for it so he decided to take action.

"Kurogiri," the father ordered. "Bring the boy to me. We will have to clean up young Tomura's mess."

He took pleasure at the flinch of his successor's shoulders at his reprimand. Good. Tomura needed to understand that he 'botched' as his ward would say. There would be time to instill that in him but for now his focus was on Izuku. It was finally time to bring him to his proper place at All For One's side.

...

One day had passed since the attack. It wasn't even a full 24 hours but every second that passed was one too long. Shouta hated not being able to do anything to save his students. Nezu was meeting up with the others as well as with Detective Tsukauchi to form a rescue plan. With the confirmed involvement of All For One, they were going to need all hands on deck for this mission. Even Endeavor if just for the fire power though Shouta very much did not like it one bit. The others didn't either but for appearances, they had to still be civil with the man.

Fucking asshole.

Shouta let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. Fuck, he needed a shower, but he didn't want to leave before Hitoshi woke up. They were still in the hospital and he refused to go home until he saw his kid's eyes open. The tired man needed to be there so he could tell their son what was happening. That and to make sure he wouldn't do something reckless and try to go after Izuku himself. There was a stubbornness streak in Hitoshi that he recognized well and so wouldn't put it past him to do something rash. Especially when it came to one of his closest friends.

"Ugh."

The grunt was gravely from sleep as Hitoshi finally blinked his purple eyes open.

"Hitoshi," Shouta sighed out in relief. "How are you feeling?"

He adjusted himself in the crappy chair to be closer to his kid. Hitoshi laid there attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes as he assessed himself. No serious injuries but he had a killer headache.

"Head hurts," Hitoshi replied, laying his arm over his eyes to block out the light.

"Here," the tired man said holding a glass of water. "Drink. We'll get you some painkillers after we get you something to eat."

Hitoshi nodded as he sat up a little to take a sip. He didn't know how thirsty he was until the cool water washed over his parched tongue. The relief was refreshing as he gulped the rest of it down. A little too fast as he ended up choking on the water and fell into a coughing fit.

"Easy there, tiger," Shouta scolded but with no bite. There was a small smile of relief as he took the empty cup and then rubbed his kid's back. "That's it. Breathe."

It took a minute or two but Hitoshi managed to calm the coughing down. He cleared his throat before saying, "Thanks."

"Of course," Shouta replied, giving one last pat to his back before leaning back to give his kid space.

The purple haired teen rubbed his temples in hopes it would make his headache go away. Fruitless but still a comfort in its own way. Besides, he probably got off easy after the attack. Compared to the others, his headache was nothing. Especially considering what happened to…

…Izuku.

Purple eyes whipped to tired black as Hitoshi asked, "Where's Izuku?"

Shouta closed his eyes and ran a hand down his scruffy face. He really didn't want to be the bearer of bad news but also didn't want to place that burden on anyone else. He had to be the one to tell Hitoshi. Had to admit to him that Shouta had failed to keep them all safe.

"Hitoshi," Shouta breathed out, no way mentally prepared to do this but he would anyway. "Izuku, he's…he's missing. We don't know where he is."

Bakugou was missing too but considering their past, now was not the time to bring that up. He worried about both of his missing students but knew that Hitoshi would focus on Izuku. Shouta would do everything in his power to get his kid's friend back.

Hitoshi sat there frozen. He could easily spiral into grief for his friend but also knew it would do nothing to help Izuku. To find him and bring him back. Hitoshi needed to be strong right now. Had to keep his wits about him so that when the time came, he would be ready to help save Izuku. Because there was no way he would just sit and do nothing. Not when his brother was in danger.

And I guess Bakugou too.

It was what a Hero would do even though he hates the guy's guts. It's what Izuku would do. A true Hero acknowledge by the Hero Killer himself. Hitoshi was no saint like Izuku was but he would be damned if he didn't try for the sake of his brother.

"I want to help," Hitoshi stated firmly.

"No," Shouta retorted. "Leave whatever plans you're making in your head to the professionals. We are working on a rescue mission as we speak."

"Good," the brainwasher shot back. "I still want to help."

"And I want a gallon of coffee but this place's stuff is ass," the tired man quipped flatly. The look his kid gave in return was not amused. "Look, I know you want to help. I understand. But this is a delicate situation. We need to be rational and think this through. We can't be brash or else…"

Shouta trailed off not wanting to say anything that would jinx them and cause any more harm to come to his students. He had no idea how they were and it was driving him nuts. He could imagine it was even worse for Hitoshi worried about his friend. It was a scenario he was unfortunately familiar with but now was not the time to bring up unhappy memories.

"Please, Hitoshi," Shouta pleaded as he placed a hand gently onto his kid's. The teen was trembling. "Please promise me you won't do anything reckless."

He couldn't have anything happen to him too. While it wasn't official, to Shouta, Hitoshi was already his kid. Their kid. And he would be damned if he would let his son get himself into more trouble than he could handle. Especially with All For One involved. Shouta didn't even want Hizashi anywhere near that monster but knew his husband would fight for their students all the same. They were Heroes after all. Confronting danger was their job.

"I…," Hitoshi started but was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Enter," Shouta called out.

"Eraserhead, sir?" a nurse asked as they entered the room. "Sorry to disturb you but your presence has been requested."

Requested? By who? Shouta lifted a brow in silent question.

"Yaoyorozu-san has woken up and said she needed to speak with you," the nurse answered, the news easing some of his worry. "Something pertaining to the attack."

Something about the attack? Shouta wondered what it could be from his homeroom's vice president. He cast a look at Hitoshi sitting on the bed who was avoiding eye contact. Yep, stubborn. The tired man sighed.

"I see," Shouta said, turning back to the nurse. "Give me one moment and I will go with you."

They gave him a nod as he stood up from his own chair and pulled out his phone to call Hizashi. The phone rang a few times until the blonde man picked up.

"Shouta?" Hizashi asked. "We're about to start a meeting. What's up?"

His husband's voice was like a salve soothing Shouta's mind instantly.

"Zashi, he's awake," Shouta said as he placed a hand onto of Hitoshi's head. His kid still refused to look at him but didn't shy away from his touch. Good.

"Well, that's good to hear," Hizashi sighed in relief. "How's he doing?"

"Says he has a headache," the tired man commented, shooting a glance towards the nurse who gave him a nod. "But otherwise, he seems fine. Stubborn as a cat though."

Hitoshi grunted in protest as Shouta ruffled his hair before letting go.

On the phone, Hizashi giggled, "Like father, like son."

The comparison made the scruffy man blush and he instinctively tucked his head into his capture weapon. At least he had a good change of subject.

"Yaoyorozu is awake and asking for me with information connected to the attack," Shouta informed. "I'm leaving for a moment to speak with her. I wanted you to know in case Hitoshi needs anything."

"Sounds good, Shou," Hizashi replied, most likely with a nod. "I'll keep an ear out and head over once we're done here. Tsukauchi has a possible lead but I'll let them know that Yaoyorozu might have something as well. We're going to get those kids back."

Shouta hummed in response before saying, "Thanks, Zashi. We'll see you later."

"Love you, Shou!" the birdbrain chirped cheerfully. "Give my love to Hitoshi too!"

"Will do. Love you," he muttered quietly before hanging up and turning to their kid. "Hizashi sends his love."

"Oh, um, thanks," Hitoshi said, still not comfortable enough to say the same.

Shouta didn't hold it against him giving him all the time in the world to adjust. He gave his kid a pat on the shoulder before he followed the nurse out of the room. The teacher was pleased to hear Yaoyorozu was awake and was curious what she wanted to tell him. He wasn't the only one as a head of spiked red and a head of white and red spotted him and proceeded to follow him as stealthily as they could.

...

…beep…beep…beep.

The steady sound from a heart monitor was what woke Izuku up. Green eyes blurrily blinked open to find himself in a different room. It was plain and the lights were dimmed. No window and only furnished with the bed he was laying on, the monitor, a bedside table, and a cabinet. Oh and the intravenous bag connected to him. He groggily followed the trail of the IV to his arm and then to the bandages wrapped around his right wrist.

Oh. Right. That happened.

Shigaraki had used his Quirk on him. Fuck, Decay was not at all pleasant to experience. It sent a shiver down his spine imagining that happening to his throat that day at the mall. The threat had seemed more casual back then though still a danger, but now he knew what it felt like and it made his skin crawl. He could have crumbled to dust like the UA barrier. Shigaraki had a very dangerous Quirk.

Needing a distraction, green eyes looked around and spotted a glass of water on the bedside table. No way in hell would he drink that. There was no telling what could have been added to it. Poison or sedatives for all he knew. Which brought him back to the IV bag not knowing what was in that either. He was groggy though that could still be from him passing out. However, not knowing what was being pumped into his body, he reached for the needle stuck in his arm.

"I would be careful with that," a deep voice spoke out of nowhere.

Not surprising as to why when Izuku jerked to see Kurogiri was in the room now. Probably the only way in or out as he couldn't see anything resembling a door. Unless it was hidden behind the cabinet? Not something he should be worrying about right now.

"Here, allow me," the misty man offered, approaching him. Izuku flinched away as he reached a shadowy hand towards his arm. "Do not worry, child. I have no intentions of harming you."

"Oh yeah?" Izuku snarked, glaring. "So the attacks on the USJ, Hosu, and the training camp were just fun play dates then?"

The warper said nothing in response and simply stood there reaching out but making no move to touch him. Green eyes stared off into patches of yellow but neither wanted to budge. Though he still wanted to take the needle out and it was clear the Villain insisted on doing it for him.

Izuku sighed as he held out his arm and said, "Fine."

"Thank you, young Midoriya," Kurogiri replied as he deftly removed the needle with little to no pain. The feel of his mist was weird on his skin as a small bandage was placed where the needle had been. "There. That should be more comfortable."

Okay, kind of weird for a Villain to think of his comfort level. But then again, Shigaraki was doing the same thing being all nice to him. Well, sometimes. Kidnapping him wasn't nor was destroying his stuff or hurting him with his Quirk. Accidental or not, that shit fucking hurt.

"Uh, thanks, I guess," Izuku said awkwardly taking his arm back.

The misty man nodded before he noticed the still full glass of water.

"You should maintain your hydration," Kurogiri advised. "You were the one adamant about addressing biological needs after all."

True but no way in hell was he drinking from that damned glass.

"I'm not drinking that," Izuku refused, now glaring at the glass. "I don't know what that is."

Kurogiri silently eyed the teen who was glaring at the unassuming glass with suspicion. Not something he could hold against the boy in the slightest. But he still needed to drink some water.

"I would be willing to test it for you if you wish," Kurogiri offered as he warped a small glass to pour a small portion in. "To alleviate your suspicions."

"I can't see your mouth so for all I know you could warp whatever you 'drink' away," Izuku said as he watched the Villain pour some water from the first glass into the other and presumably swallow it down. Well, guess it was the thought that counts. He still wasn't drinking it though.

They stared off in silence until Kurogiri seemed to accept that he wanted nothing to do with the unknown glass of 'water'. However, he seemed determined for him to drink something. With another deft use of his Quirk, the warper offered an unopened water bottle out of thin, although near black, air.

"Would this suffice instead?" the Villain asked, again strangely concerned for Izuku's well-being.

But he is essentially the League's babysitter.

Izuku eyed the bottle and flickered between it and the misty man offering it to him. He knew little about the warper as this was the longest interaction he's ever had with him. Only the briefest of meetings at the USJ before he spread them throughout the different areas. Then when Dabi was dragging him through one of his portals. But the Quirkless teen guessed he had never done anything to directly harm him personally. Still didn't trust him though.

But I am thirsty.

Fuck it.

"Fine, I'll take it," he relented, reached out for the bottle which Kurogiri gladly gave to him. Being the polite boy that he was, Izuku of course said, "Thanks."

"You are welcome, young Midoriya," the misty man replied with a nod as he cracked the bottle open.

Kurogiri watched as Izuku drank the water down. He couldn't taste anything off other than the mineral flavor some bottle waters had. The water also felt nice quenching his thirst and dowsing out the parched burn in his mouth. In no time at all, the water was gone and he wasn't showing any ill effects. Guess he was safe. For now.

"If you are well enough, child," Kurogiri said, reaching out for the empty bottle which Izuku handed over. "My master would like to seek an audience with you."

The Quirkless teen still had a grip on the bottle and it crunched under his suddenly tense fist. Izuku stared off into nothing for a moment freaking the fuck out because he knew exactly who his 'master' was. It wasn't Shigaraki though he did follow every order from him and the others, but instead the hidden leader behind the League that the public didn't know about. Izuku did though.

All For One wanted to see him.

Izuku gulped as he forced himself to let go of the bottle. It crinkled more as he pried his fingers off of the plastic. In an instant, it was gone but his hand was still raised frozen in shock. He stared at it for a moment before lowering it gently onto of his bandaged hand. He couldn't feel much from it and was honestly scared to take a look. Not that his mind was on that right now anyway.

"Do I have a choice?" Izuku asked, green eyes downcast.

Kurogiri was silent for a moment before he said, "…no."

It was oddly sad in tone. Also, a bit forced in a weird way? Izuku wasn't sure nor did he know what it meant. There were so many questions when it came to the misty man. Who was he before the League? Why did he join? What were his goals for the future? Why was he so worried about his well-being? Questions, questions, questions. None of which he had the time to get answers to right now.

Izuku had a reluctant date with the devil to get to.

"Let's get this over with," he conceded with a sigh, moving to get off the bed.

He was in different clothes than before. Not surprising with how much blood had gotten on the others. Sorry, Himiko. Izuku was now in a loose pale blue t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and white socks. His clothes from before were nowhere in sight which meant that he had lost Chizome's knife. Again. Now he really didn't know where it was. For all he knew, Shigaraki could have found it and decayed it to nothing.

Izuku let out another though sadder sigh. Kurogiri regarded him quietly before forming a portal tall enough for them to both step through. The teen hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and forced himself to walk forward. They were in and out in an instant.

Stepping out of the warp gate, Izuku found himself in what he could only describe as a Villain's lair. It was dark and spooky almost to the point of being cliché though if you're the Number One Villain he guessed he could stay 'classic'. Though did he really have to have all of the stereotypical creepy monitors, countless wires, and mysterious bubbling containers?

"Ah, you've arrived," a deep powerful voice spoke further into the shadows. "Please, come closer."

The voice was oddly familiar though Izuku had no idea why. Must be his nerves getting the better of him. There was no way he had met All For One before. Gods Izuku wished to be with his parents right now. Wrapped up safe and sound in their arms protected from the world. But you can't always get what you want.

Especially me for some reason.

"This way, young Midoriya," Kurogiri said, gesturing with a black wispy hand. "It would not do well to keep my master waiting."

Izuku gulped and nodded nervously as he stepped forward. The Quirkless teen tried to stay brave doing his best to control the shivering that threatened to overtake him. He was very much out of his league without a single Support Item to defend himself with. Not even Chizome's knife, but then again, what would a knife do against the boogey man of the underworld. Any of his unknown Quirks could take him out in an instant.

They walked in relative silence other than the sounds of their footsteps and the buzzing, dripping, and bubbling coming from the machines around them. Izuku very much did not want to know what was in those. All of his attention was focused on meeting one of the most terrifying Villains in the world. A man who could give and take Quirks on a whim and was powerful enough to go up against All Might himself. And who was Izuku compared to that? Just a Quirkless teenager being led into the depths of what he could only imagine was hell.

It was then he got his first glimpse of the devil himself. Izuku had heard a lot about All For One but nothing could have prepared him for seeing him in person for the first time. In mere words, he would describe him as the embodiment of pure power. The air was oppressive around him and the man himself seemed to ooze tyranny. He was even sat upon what Izuku would call a throne covered in wires and tubes making him appear like a dictator from a science fiction story.

The image was further solidified with some of the wires actually being connected to him. The Villain was in a somewhat simple black suit without even a tie and yet he had an air of absolute authority. His posture was almost casual but still had an overbearing feeling about him. As if he knew that he could overpower anyone he came up against and with all the stories Izuku had been told and found himself, he believed he very well could. Especially over a Quirkless person like himself.

Izuku gulped in a sorry attempt at swallowing his fear.

"Now, now, there is no need to fear, my boy," All For One said with a smirk. His mouth was his only distinct feature on his bald scarred head that was leaning on his propped-up fist. "I have no intention of harming you."

The Villain had no eyes yet Izuku could feel them burning holes through him in an intense but impossible gaze. Despite what he said, there was no way Izuku was going to lower his guard. He had no reason to take All For One at his word. Though he also couldn't keep looking at the man who had a hand in his kidnapping. Standing there awkwardly with his hands fisted at his sides and eyes cast down doing his best to keep his cool and not break down in front of All For One.

There was a moment of silence as the greenet stood there while the scarred man watched him for lack of a better word. Perhaps he had a Quirk that allowed him to see without eyes? Anything was possible in their world of Quirks and definitely with a Villian who could…acquire any Quirk he wanted by stealing from another. The seconds dragged on to minutes with nothing said until Izuku couldn't stand it anymore.

"Wh-what do you want f-from me?" Izuku asked, his nerves bringing back his old stutter.

All For One hummed before saying, "Yes, I'm sure that you are curious as to why I requested your presence. As curious as I am to know how you will react."

"React to what?" the Quirkless teen breathed out, his fear almost stealing his voice entirely.

The man shifted to sit up straighter while steepling his large hands before him. Izuku glanced up and now found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from where the Villain's should have been. As if something, whether a Quirk or nerves, kept him from turning away.

"Young Tomura has expressed an interest in you joining his 'party' as he calls it," All For One stated, his tone serious and even. "Sees the value of your analytical abilities and the strength you hold without a Quirk in this society. It comes from your character and refusal to be torn down by those who wish to see you fail. He is willing to do anything to bring you into the fold."

Izuku knew that. He knew just how far the leader of the League was willing to go. Holding him hostage. Hurting his mother. Attacking children. Kidnapping him. All to get his way. And yet hearing it from the Number One Villain made it feel ten times worse. Izuku clenched his jaw to keep his chin from trembling.

"Admittedly I was surprised someone like you would have caught his attention. Even without seeing you the first time you had crossed paths though you certainly left quite the impression. It was very astute of you to determine young Tomura's Quirk so quickly in the midst of a fight. One finds themselves curious as to just how quickly and accurately your analysis can be."

Fuck, that was not something you wanted to hear from the Number One Villain. That All For One was curious about you. The worst hands for someone like Izuku to fall into even if he would never willingly give any analysis to the likes of him. He would never help a Villain hurt someone else with what he knew. Thankfully, his analysis was a natural talent and not something All For One could just take from him with his Quirk. Though there was the potential he might try to force it out of the Quirkless teen which Izuku would fight his hardest to his last breath.

I will never work with All For One. I will be a Hero.

"If anything, his interest in you shows a level of maturity I have not seen previously. That young Tomura has strategy more in mind than relying on brute force. The USJ attack certainly was a learning opportunity for him and even more so has his journey searching for his 'admin'."

All For One thought Shigaraki was acting more mature? Because of him? No, no way. Sure, the attack on the training camp was more organized than the others. USJ was just a fuck fest and in Hosu the Noumu seemed to have been let loose on a whim. All to spread a little chaos and ruin everyone's day. But his kidnapping had been deliberate and intentional. Successful. Fuck, did he inadvertently help the leader of the League 'mature'? All because he was 'interesting'?

Why do I keep attracting Villains!? This is getting beyond ridiculous!

"Of course, even if he hadn't shown interest in you, I would still have pursued bringing you into our company."

…fuck.

Izuku gulped as he stared terrified at All For One. The Villain had settled back in his throne with his still joined hands lowered in front of him. His eyeless sockets gazed at him almost softly and his smile held an odd sense of fondness? What the fuck was going on right now?

"W-why?" Izuku couldn't help but ask. Seriously, why?

"Oh, I've been interested in you for a very long time, Midoriya Izuku," All For One admitted, the sound of his name coming from his mouth sent a sharp shiver down his spine. "Even before you were born."

…what?

The greenet's mind abruptly stopped like a record scratch. Before he was even born? What was that supposed to mean? Just, what?

"Before I…what?" the boy muttered, completely and utterly confused.

"I have been alive for a very long time, my boy," All For One said, leaning forward slightly. Izuku did not like being called that by him. He wished his dad were there to get him away from this man. "I have seen and done countless things. I will admit I no longer even remember how old I am exactly. My age, much like my name, has been lost in time."

Okay...and?

"I have taken Quirks and given them away with the help of my power. Some are grateful and those who weren't didn't survive long enough to suffer their disappointment. I even came up with the idea of the Noumu to experiment further with the combination of Quirks. Results vary but I have been satisfied so far with what we have created here."

There was a slight shifting beside him. Izuku sparingly glanced over to find Kurogiri standing stiffer than he seemed to normally. From the little time that he had known the warper, Kurogiri had impeccable posture. However, he was now more tense though Izuku didn't know why. Was it the mention of Quirks? Noumu? Neither? Both? Even though the Quirkless teen was terrified, his analytical mind still couldn't help but ask questions.

"Manipulating Quirks in others is fascinating and we have discovered wonders of their effects on the human body. However, as the years passed, a new curiosity caught my unique interest. If I could pass Quirks on with my Quirk, would I potentially be able to pass on my own Quirk to another? Could I pass on this legacy I have built over the centuries?"

Izuku's brows furrowed in confusion. Pass on his legacy? Did he mean to Shigaraki? The Villain was grooming him for something so could that be it? But then what did that have to do with his own birth?

Come on, Izuku, you can figure this out.

He would regret that he did with All For One's next words.

"With this curiosity, I came up with a plan to test my theory. I left certain factors to 'fate' as some would call it. I did not want to force the outcome feeling it would muddle the results. It took a bit of time for the experiment to truly begin until I happened to meet one Midoriya Inko on her way to work."

…mom?

The boy could say nothing being too shocked by what he was hearing. Mom had met All For One? How? Where? When?

'…on her way to work.'

On her w…no. No, it can't be.

Memories flashed through his mind of his mother speaking fondly of the stranger she had ran into that fateful day. A man who was kind and handsome. Who pursued her with a passion she had never experienced before. Who wooed and married her. Who eventually became his…

…no. No! It can't be true!

The universe couldn't possibly be this cruel to him. Izuku had been through so much in his short life. Quirkless and bullied for it. Attacked by Villains again and again. Befriending one and catching the interests of others. Judged for something out of his control and pushed down by a society that wanted him to disappear into the background. Only for Izuku to fight back and claw his way through life. But this…how can you fight this? How could anyone get past the fact that…

…All For One is my…

"…father?"

All For One grinned in pleasure at how quickly he had connected the dots. How the father had never known how clever his progeny was still baffled him but it pleased him to experience it firsthand.

"'Hisashi'buri, my son. It has been far too long."

It was all too much. The stress of being kidnapped, the fear of being in the presence of dangerous Villains, and now this revelation on top? Izuku's mind couldn't take it and forcefully shut down. He didn't even know if he fully fell to the floor before the world turned to black.

...

Kurogiri was quick to catch the fainting boy in a warp gate before forming another so he would fall securely in the misty man's waiting arms. He swore no harm would come to the teen and it would not do well to have him be hurt by the fall in front of his master. This was All For One's child and despite all the times he had let the world push him around, the Villain was quite protective of his son.

"Hmm, perhaps I did not ease him into that as well as I could have," All For One commented as he assessed his son resting in his underling's arms. "But no matter. What's done is done."

"Yes, master," Kurogiri said simply. More of acknowledgment of his thoughts than an actual reply.

"We will have to see to his health," the father stated in a way that was an order. "Take him to the doctor, Kurogiri. However, stand guard to ensure he does nothing more than tend to what is necessary. Garaki can at times be…impulsive."

"Yes, master," was the warper's response with a bow of his head before doing as ordered.

All For One kept staring at the spot even after the warp gate disappeared. He knew that Izuku would be alright physically. Well for the most part. There wasn't much more they could do in regards of his hand. Tomura's Decay was destructive as ever and All For One did not possess a proper Quirk to fix what his protégé had destroyed. Unfortunately leaving his son with permanent damage to his right hand. There would be words on the matter later but for now, he would tend to his son.

With some effort, All For One prepared himself to become mobile so that he could be there by Izuku's side when he awoke.

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