Author's Note: I considered this fic to be complete after last chapter. However, fanfictiongremlinao3 requested a continuation as a prize in Three Weeks of Trioholders and for this to be even more angsty than the first two chapters, so fair warning.

This chapter contains some small spoilers for All for One's canon backstory in the manga chapter 407. Although keep in mind All for One is lying about parts of his story. You don't need to have read the chapter to understand anything, but I believe knowing the truth adds an extra layer of irony.

The timeline of this fic was already wonky since Toshinori is younger than Re-Destro. For that reason, I might as well turn Inko Midoriya into Nana Shimura's sister. Let's just call it the butterfly effect.

Nana whistled as she opened her front door. Her feet floated a few inches off the ground, a reflection of her happiness. She'd just returned from a date with an amazing man she had already decided to marry someday. After throwing her coat on the rack, she twirled around.

Inko sat in the living room, watching TV. The news announcer was discussing the retirement of a professional athlete with a regeneration quirk. The man had confusingly sighted "health reasons" for leaving his job, even though that shouldn't be possible with his ability. Inko switched off the TV. "I take it the date went well?"

Nana flew over and hugged her younger sister. "I had an amazing time. Ooo, I should introduce you two. Maybe the weekend after next. We made plans to go ice-skating next Saturday."

"I'm glad you found someone." Inko patted Nana's back. "I wish I could find a good man."

"So do I," Nana mumbled, hopefully too low to be heard. She hadn't intended to sound so snarky, it had just popped out. Inko had absolutely terrible taste in men. She was like a bull and her favorite color was red. The local villains had a club made of Inko's exes—though they hadn't met lately because most of them were in prison. Nana had gotten sick and tired of needing to bust her little sister's dates in order to arrest someone.

Inko gestured at the coffee table. "You got a letter today. Certified mail, I had to sign for it. It looks important."

"Ah-ha!" Nana swooped down and snatched the letter. Sure enough, All for One's seal was on the outside: a black helmet with a pair of horns. "I didn't think he'd reply so quickly. The number one hero is very busy."

"What's this about?" Inko asked. "You don't have to tell me if it's confidential, of course."

"Nah, nothing important." Nana shrugged. "I asked if I could visit Yoichi Shigaraki. Only if he's well enough for visitors, of course. I just…worry about him. I feel a sense of responsibility since I helped bring him in after his abduction from the mental hospital. When I last saw him, he looked…in bad shape."

It had been a year since Nana had thwarted the Metahuman Liberation Army's attempted coup, rescued the hostages, and saved All for One's mentally unstable and kidnapped brother. She'd received accolades across Japan, including the personal gratitude of the number one hero. All for One had offered her a generous financial reward and supported her hero career. She credited him a great deal for her rise to become number two hero in Japan.

Late at night, Yoichi's eyes full of anguish had haunted Nana. He'd looked at her as if betrayed when she'd knocked him out. She knew she'd done the right thing. Yoichi suffered from paranoid delusions and an unstable quirk. He hadn't been able to understand, but she'd only been trying to help him. She hoped he'd see the truth with medical treatment. However, in the year since then, Yoichi Shigaraki hadn't displayed a single painting, although he'd formerly been a famous artist. Nana considered that a bad sign. All for One strictly protected his little brother's privacy. She didn't seriously expect to be allowed to visit the high-security hospital. Yet after a year of worrying, she'd given into her anxiety and asked.

Nana ripped the letter open. All for One had invited her to visit the hospital two days from now. He said that Yoichi had expressed admiration of her as a hero in the past, and he hoped the visit would raise his little brother's spirits. According to All for One, his brother's condition had been poor since his ordeal.

"Whoa." Nana gaped. "I didn't think he would agree so easily." A small weight eased off her chest. Since All for One had been so willing to allow her to see Yoichi, then clearly he had nothing to hide. Not that Nana had ever seriously believed the number one hero had anything to hide. That would be ridiculous.

"Does this mean you'll meet All for One?" Inko asked.

Nana shrugged. "Sure, but that's not unusual. We meet to discuss hero business regularly."

"Sure, but this will be your first social meeting." Inko poked her fingers together. "Would I be allowed to come along?"

"Definitely not, All for One has been very protective of his brother's security since the last kidnapping." Nana frowned. "Why would you want to? I never heard that you were a particular fan of Yoichi Shigaraki's art. Besides, I'm there to cheer him up, not to gawk at the poor man and pester him for autographs."

"I wasn't trying to see the younger brother—oh, never mind. What about the Symbol of Heroism Gala?" Inko asked. "Surely you're allowed to take guests."

"Yeah, but last year you said it was too boring—" Nana's eyes narrowed. "You want to meet All for One. Oh my god. Do you have a crush on the number one hero?"

"Well, I am single now. I even have a restraining order to prove it. Thank you for helping me get that, by the way. And All for One is very handsome." Inko blushed. "I think I fell for All for One when I saw him on television talking about how scared he'd been by his brother's abduction. I like a man secure enough to admit weakness. It was obvious All for One really loves his little brother. I couldn't help being charmed after seeing his soft, sensitive side."

"He's too old for you," Nana said dismissively.

"Uh, he's immortal. Who is he supposed to date his own age? An Aldabra giant tortoise?" Inko pouted. "It was just a whim. I'd have to meet him in-person before I could see if I actually like him. Aren't you always pestering me to date a good man next time? Well, who's more good and noble than the Symbol of Heroism?"

"I bet you only like him because his helmet looks black and villainous. Are you jinxing the number one hero to become a villain?" Nana ruffled her sister's hair. "If he falls in love with you, how will you take responsibility if your dating villains curse leads to the destruction of Japan?"

Inko rolled her eyes. "Are you saying the number one hero is out of my league?" Behind her sarcasm lurked a note of sincere hurt.

Immediately, Nana switched gears. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you. You've just been unlucky, that's all. The last guy was an accountant—how could you have possibly known he would turn out to be cooking books for the yakuza? Turn that frown upside-down." She pushed on her sister's cheeks. "All for One should be so lucky as to prove worthy of my precious baby sister. How about this? I'll vet him and see if he deserves you."

"You don't need to take it so seriously, sis. I just thought it would be fun to meet the Symbol of Heroism whether he turns out to be into woman with green hair or not." Despite her words, Inko's smile had come back.

Nana kissed the top of her sister's head, then went to her computer to clear her schedule for the visit. This was very important. She had another concern as well. Toshinori Yagi, one of children taken hostage by the Metahuman Liberation Army, had vanished shortly after his rescue. The boy was a quirkless orphan, and no one had even reported him missing. Nana herself had only found out because she would swear she'd bumped into young Toshinori while out shopping. The child had slipped away too quickly for her to be certain. Later, she'd looked him up. When she'd heard his guardians hadn't even noticed him gone until a few weeks went by, she'd hit them with child neglect charges. Then she'd gone looking for the boy, but the trial had been long cold.

This matter was likely too unimportant to draw the attention of the Number One Hero. But Nana had struck out looking on her own. Since All for One was known for his kindness, perhaps he'd help her.

Nana felt overwhelmed as she stepped out of the helicopter. A beautiful brick mansion/hospital spread before her, surrounded by roses of all colors. They were blooming out of season—had someone used a quirk? A greenhouse was attached to the mansion, with trees partly blocking the view of the greater gardens out back. She knew that All for One made large donations to charity, so he must have sunk most of his remaining personal money into this place. But then, everyone knew how much All for One loved his little brother.

All for One strode forward, wearing a navy-blue suit. "Nana Shimura, how kind of you to come. Yoichi doesn't get many visitors. It can't be helped, he has few opportunities to meet people. Even so, he appreciates guests. At least on his good days."

If she'd known he would be so accommodating, then Nana would have asked to come sooner. "I'm grateful to you for taking time out of your busy day to escort me." In addition to his charity, All for One was also known for being a workaholic.

All for One flashed a smile. "Please, call me Hisashi. You're my comrade. Your service to Japan equals my own."

To use his first name was an honor bestowed on few. Flushing, Nana said, "Thank you, Hisashi. Still, you've done much more for Japan than me."

"Yet I can't save my only family member…" Hisashi spoke softly, almost to himself. His shoulders sagged. He shook his head, visibly pulling himself together. "Yoichi is having a bad day. I apologize in advance if he forgets his manners."

"If I've come at a bad time, I could visit later," Nana offered, though in truth it wasn't easy for the number two hero to take an entire day off for the journey to this artificial island.

Hisashi said, "No, I hope the pleasure of a guest will distract him. If I'm wrong, then we can leave."

Nana nodded. "Sounds reasonable."

As they approached the mansion, Nana spotted the spouts to release gas hidden between the rose bushes. The walls had a slight gleam over them—a forcefield? The technology was new, only recently developed on I-Island, so she couldn't be sure. The guards surrounding the mansion were much more obvious. As soon as Nana stepped inside, she and her belongings were subject to a very, very thorough search. They insisted that she leave her phone at the door. It was a little surprising, since she'd been able to skip security ever since making top hero. It was even more surprising that the guards ran a scanner over Hisashi too.

Once she emerged on the other end of the metal detector, Hisashi said, "My apologies. I have complete trust in you, but there are people with quirks to disguise themselves. Everyone must go through security."

"Even you, I see." Nana could understand now why the guards had checked Hisashi. "Did someone use a disguise during the abduction?"

"You're very perceptive. Yes, actually." Hisashi ran his fingers through his hair. "We're still not certain we caught everyone involved in Yoichi's kidnapping. It remains unclear how the Metahuman Liberation Army learned of my brother's location." They walked down the hall together. "In addition, someone tampered with Yoichi's medication to bring back his paranoid delusions."

"That's awful," Nana said. Her late grandmother had suffered from dementia. She'd watched how it had reduced a vibrant, energetic woman into a shell of herself. It had left Nana with an intense revulsion toward anyone who would manipulate a mental illness in such a way.

Hisashi guided her to an elevator. As they traveled up, he said, "I would like to apologize for my brother attacking you when you came to rescue him."

"Oh, there's no need." Nana blinked in surprise. "Besides, you already apologized after the attack. You shouldn't let it continue to bother you. Look at me, I'm fine, not a scratch on me. Even if I'd been hurt, it wouldn't be your fault."

"I can't help feeling responsible for Yoichi." Hisashi stepped out of the elevator. Then, instead of continuing onward, he paused in the hallway. "I'd like to tell you a little about my past. I've never spoken in public about my childhood—it's too painful. However, if you understood what Yoichi had been through since early infancy, then I think you wouldn't blame him for his current state."

"I wouldn't blame him regardless," Nana said. "My grandmother had dementia. I know what mental illness can do to a person. Still, if you want to talk, then I'd be happy to listen."

Hisashi lowered his eyes and twisted his hands. Nana had never before seen the Symbol of Heroism look so sad and vulnerable. He said, "My brother and I grew up on the streets. That's all either of us can remember. We never had a single adult to look after us. By all rights, we should be dead. We only survived because of my quirk. When I receive a power, it leaves vestiges of the last owner behind. Those imprints gave me an unusual maturity for my age. Without them, I never would have learned how to speak. I couldn't have survived or protected my little brother. We were twins, but since he was an ordinary baby and I was extraordinary, I raised him. The dawn of the age of quirks was a dangerous time. Gangs roamed the streets, attacking anyone who looked metahuman. My quirk helped me to hide and fight. Even so, I could never provide Yoichi with enough to eat or a safe place to sleep. Our childhood was hell."

Nana gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. Although she'd expected to hear something bad, she never would have imagined it could be this dreadful. "I'm sorry you had to go through so much."

Passionately, Hisashi said, "You should feel even more sorry for my little brother rather than me. At least I had an unusual body and mind. The vestiges inside me taught me a semblance of knowledge and morals. But Yoichi? Yoichi had nothing. He grew up completely feral. He would attack any person except me, which was understandable, because every single other human being he met in the past had come at him with violence. Of course I had to step between and protect other people from him." A single tear rolled down Hisashi's cheek. "My poor little brother never had the slightest chance to grow up normal. I failed to give him the necessities a child needs. As a result, his development was stunted and his mind damaged. I tried my best to teach him right from wrong, but by the time I was old enough, it was too late. I had a hard enough time getting him to understand human speech. He has extensive physical problems and a weak body on top of his fits of violence and self-harm. Alas, I fear my poor little brother will never be able to live outside a hospital."

Nana stepped forward and brushed the tear from Hisashi's cheek. Her heart clenched to imagine two poor children suffering under such inhumane conditions. "You both deserve sympathy. Nothing was ever your fault, Hisashi. You couldn't be expected to raise another child the same age when you were only a child yourself. It's a miracle that you could even keep Yoichi alive. You're a good big brother."

Though his eyes remained sad, Hisashi attempted a smile. "So everyone except Yoichi keeps telling me. Even so, I can't help looking back and wishing I could have done better. Ah, but pardon my long windedness. I had a reason to tell you this besides dumping my trauma on you."

"I'm happy to listen," Nana insisted.

Hisashi said, "My brother's condition hit a new low after his abduction. There are even indications that Re-Destro might have…hurt him in a most vile way possible."

Nana gasped.

Hisashi continued, "I became desperate. I brought in doctors from around the world. They recommended a new therapeutic technique for feral and severely abused children. It's difficult to explain, so I'll show you."

Hisashi led Nana down the corridor. They reached a heavy metal door. It looked sort of like a bank vault door, but Nana assumed that to be a coincidence, especially since the metal room was far too large to be a bank vault. More guards filled the hallway. Although they did not insist on another search, they scanned both her and Hisashi, presumably checking for disguise quirks. Hisashi spoke briefly to a doctor wearing a white coat. Nana overheard bits: "Still asleep…no change…"

Turning around, Hisashi said, "Please move quietly. I'd rather not wake up Yoichi."

"I'm very good at that," Nana said cheerfully, rising off the ground.

Hisashi pressed his handprint to the wall. A metal door slid open, revealing a second door. They went through five layers of doors before they emerged into a blue-walled room. The carpet was thick and green. Though there were no windows, a TV screen imitated a view of an outdoor garden, completely with the bushes moving in the wind.

Yoichi Shigaraki lay in an infant's crib sized for an adult. The crib bars formed an archway, caging him inside. He wore a soft-looking light blue onesie with a cloud pattern. Long white hair fell over his face. He had a pacifier in his mouth—no, on closer look, it had been fastened to his mouth with a heavy leather strap. The mittens covering his hands had also been tied on.

Nana startled, unable to understand what she was seeing. This felt wrong at a deep, primal level. She turned to Hisashi, a question on her lips.

Hisashi walked over and pressed a button. Whirring, the bars withdrew at the top, allowing him to pick up his little brother. With his massive height and strength, Hisashi easily cradled Yoichi close to his chest like a real baby. "After his rescue, Yoichi regressed to the state of a small child. The doctors recommended that I give Yoichi a new, better childhood to replace his old one. They believed in this fashion I might be able to reach him and heal his mind. At first it seemed ridiculous to me, but I thought anything would be better than the regiment of drugs my brother always hated taking. Strange though it seems, I believe it's working." Hisashi smiled down fondly at his brother and kissed the top of his head. "Yoichi has become calmer and less violent. His mental state was always unnaturally young, but I hope to slowly raise him into an adult mindset. Then perhaps my brother will finally be cured."

Nana's racing heart calmed. Everything Hisashi said made sense. It was unusual, certainly, but the doctor outside had signed off on it. Surely this was kinder than other methods of restraining a violent patient, like a straitjacket.

The pacifier still bothered her. She asked, "Why is the pacifier strapped in?"

Hisashi shook his head sadly. "My brother keeps biting his tongue, especially in his sleep. He suffers from extreme nightmares. The pacifier seems to calm him. But without the strap, he spits it out during his bad dreams." He petted Yoichi's head. "The last year has been difficult for me. Yoichi requires constant supervision in this state. Even so, when I saw him sleep peacefully for the first time in years, it was all worth it." Gentleness filled his gaze. "I'll look after my little brother for as long as it takes, until he can smile again."

Seeing the love in Hisashi's eyes as he looked down at his little brother, Nana couldn't doubt that Hisashi only wanted what was best for Yoichi. It brought tiny tears to the corners of her eyes. If Inko had been equally terribly sick, Nana hoped she would have so much mental fortitude and never give up. She said, "You're a great older brother."

Hisashi beamed. "To me, that's an even higher compliment than being number one hero."

Nana winked. "Me, too! I have a younger sister. I adore her even when she causes me trouble. There's a certain protectiveness I'll always have over her, even now we're both adults."

Hisashi nodded. "I knew you must be an older sibling. First-borns are naturally more sensible and superior in every way."

Nana laughed out loud. He had said it with a completely straight face, which just made the joke even funnier.

Unfortunately, the sound woke Yoichi up. He stirred, eyelashes fluttering. When he saw Nana, his eyes widened. A choked sound came from behind the pacifier. He thrashed wildly.

Bouncing his brother on his hip, Hisashi said, "Oh, dear, he doesn't seem to be taking well to visitors today. Could you leave? He'll return to a calm state when it's just the two of us."

Feeling guilty for waking Yoichi up, Nana quickly turned away. She thought she saw Yoichi reaching out, but she wasn't sure if he was trying to grab her or the crib bars. Either way, she didn't want to cause more trouble. She flew out of the room as fast as she could.

Alas, this left her trapped between one of the many doors. Fortunately, Hisashi emerged just a minute later. "Yoichi went back to sleep as soon as you left. He must be tired."

"I'm sorry for waking him," Nana said.

"I'm sorry he wasn't in a better mood." Hisashi shrugged. "Perhaps another day. Believe it or not, this is improvement."

Having seen Yoichi in his violent state, Nana said, "I believe it."

While walking her back to the elevator, Hisashi said, "I confess I had a selfish reason for inviting you here and telling you such a personal story. I would like to spend more time looking after my little brother during the delicate stage of his recovery. As a result, I need to step away from my hero duties. I'll still be available in a crisis, of course. But I'm looking to hand off the daily management of hero society to someone else. As the number two hero, you're the logical pick. Furthermore, I trust your abilities and judgement."

"Whoa. I don't know what to say. I'm flattered." Nana was also even more impressed with Hisashi for being willing to give up power to look after his family. From her own experience with her grandmother, she knew how difficult caretaking could be. Truly, Hisashi had a kind and humble spirit. He was an amazing hero and an even more amazing person. "Of course, I'd be happy to help you."

"It comes with a salary boost, too." Hisashi winked at her.

"That's very kind. We can discuss the exact arrangements at your office. Oh, there was one more thing I planned to ask you." Nana briefly laid out the details of Toshinori Yagi's disappearance, including her brief encounter with him and her inability to find him. "Do you think you could help me? Especially because I'll be too busy to continue my search, with my new duties. You've got a better information network than me. The poor kid suffered from bullying because of his quirklessness and got lost in the system. I don't want him to become another statistic."

Hisashi said, "I know several renowned detectives. I'll put my people on it immediately."

"Thank you so much." Nana walked with him to the door, then shook his hand before she departed. Knowing the number one hero was on Toshinori Yagi's case was a huge weight off her mind.

Back in the helicopter, Nana called her sister. "Hey, Inko! I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that Hisashi is such a wonderful man, he might be out of your league after all. Kidding! But seriously, I'd recommend him without reservations. He's compassionate, sincere, and completely unlike all the other red flags you've dated. I'm glad you fell for a nice guy this time. The good news is that I'll get you tickets to the gala so you can meet him in-person."

Alone in the darkness, Yoichi seethed. Over and over again, he kept seeing Nana Shimura turn away from him. Wasn't she supposed to be a hero? What kind of hero would abandon someone in his state? Couldn't she tell this was wrong just by looking at him? For crying out loud, his demented brother had dressed him like an infant and imprisoned him in a baby crib! But she hadn't even cared. No one cared what happened to Yoichi. It felt as if he'd been regulated to a subhuman status where nothing bad that happened to him counted in the eyes of his fellow human beings. Once, he'd admired Nana as a good hero. Now he hated her. What worth was her heroism when she'd turned away from his outstretched hand? Over the years, so many good, kind people had watched over Yoichi. None of them had ever tried to save him from All for One, their precious hero. Yoichi was starting to hate good, kind people.

Goodness and morality were nothing but concepts that had made Yoichi suffer. Yoichi lived in a world where it was "right" and "good" for him to be tortured and locked up in a metal box. He wondered why he'd ever bothered to try and save the world from his big brother. The world didn't want to be saved. He should have protected himself first.

The door opened again. Yoichi snarled at the sound. A bit of drool slid down the pacifier. Oh, how he hated that thing. The strap itched. His jaw ached.

Hisashi strolled in. "That was a productive meeting. By the way, Nana Shimura thinks that your treatment is a great idea. She praised me as a wonderful older brother. So much for your precious heroes coming to save you, hmm?"

So that had been the purpose of the surprise visit—to humiliate Yoichi by letting a hero he'd once admired see him treated like a baby. Hisashi loved to taunt Yoichi with how his once-beloved heroes had all turned on him, and how everyone else in the world sided with All for One. It hurt, yes, but Yoichi refused to rise to the bait. He rolled over and covered his head with a blanket.

Not that Hisashi needed a positive reaction from his audience to continue his monologue. "Nana kindly agreed to take over some of my duties so I can spend more time with you. Isn't that lovely? I like good people, they're very easy to manipulate. Bureaucracy bores me, but fortunately Nana is more than willing to handle the paperwork while I enjoy the fun parts of heroism: fighting and stealing quirks. Oh, and she wanted me to find some dumb quirkless runaway. That sounds like a task I'll 'forget' about. After all, you require every last bit of my attention."

Yoichi placed his mittened hands over his ears.

Hisashi never did like being ignored. He scooped Yoichi up and carried him into the adjacent room. Children's building blocks and fingerpaints covered the floor. Yoichi could never figure out if his brother had actually deluded himself that his captive liked baby games or if this was all an elaborate insult. Giving fingerpaints to a former artist certainly felt like an insult. Hisashi carried Yoichi one room further, into the dining room. An adult-sized high chair sat before the long table. There were straps to hold down Yoichi's arms and legs.

Humming, Hisashi carried over a jar of baby food. He'd assured Yoichi that it had been modified to have all the nutrients an adult needed. Apparently the bad taste was the point.

Hand resting over the pacifier gag, Hisashi said, "When I remove this, little brother, I don't want to hear a single word out of you unless you call me nii-nii first. That's the deal: you don't talk unless it's baby talk. I also expect you to eat without spitting your food at me, or I'll put in the blindfold and earplugs for another week."

Bitterly, Yoichi nodded. He told himself that he was playing along in order to lower his brother's guard. He'd done that many times before. But in truth, Yoichi was afraid. The week where his brother had taken away his eyesight and hearing had been one of the worst weeks in his very, very long imprisonment. He didn't know if his sanity could survive more of such treatment.

Hisashi removed the pacifier. Scooping up a spoonful of baby food, he flew it around in circles. "Open wide! Here comes the airplane!"

Just look at that smug grin. Hisashi loved this. He adored humiliating Yoichi and treating him like a baby. Quite likely, a sick part of him enjoyed caretaking because of the control. Hisashi had never stopped longing for the days when Yoichi had been completely dependent and under his power.

Hating himself for not fighting back, Yoichi swallowed the food.

"That's right," Hisashi murmured. "Just give in, little brother. We'll both be happy that way."

Yoichi could not imagine faking another decade of compliance to obtain another opportunity to escape. He would not be able to endure that long. His mind would collapse. He could already feel himself ripping apart at the seams. If he just tolerated this treatment long enough, his older brother would grow bored and move onto a different game (though it might take a while, Hisashi loved caretaking entirely too much.) But even if the game changed, Yoichi knew that his suffering would never end until one of them was dead.

At this point, Yoichi longed for death. He would stop breathing right now if only he could will it. But he craved his brother's death even more than his own. Oh, how Yoichi hated Hisashi. More than heroes, more than his dead ideals, more than his own continued existence, he hated his brother. A million times inside his head, Yoichi had burned Hisashi to ashes, crushed the remains, and sprinkled them around the world so that no quirk could save him from his long overdue demise.

Why should Yoichi die when his brother deserved it so much more?

In the basement of an abandoned building, Toshinori Yagi curled up before a laptop. A dozen more screens glowed around him. With his new quirk enhancing his body, it had been easy to steal the tech he needed. Planting a tracker on the number two hero's phone had been much harder.

People thought Toshinori was stupid because he was big for his age, and sometimes he played into that illusion, but he'd always been brilliant with computers. He'd programmed his bug to remain dormant and mostly undetectable. His gamble had paid off big time. He'd located the island where All for One kept Yoichi Shigaraki.

It had come as a shock when Toshinori had first watched a TV interview and realized who had saved him. He'd refused to accept the official explanation that his savior was a mental hospital patient. His research had uncovered some truly horrific facts, ranging from the mind-altering drugs shipped to All for One's private hospital to an ancient government contract essentially selling Yoichi to his brother. It amazed him that no one else had ever noticed the sketchiness of the situation. But then, most people didn't question the number one hero.

Unlike most people, Toshinori had led a life that had given him a strong distrust of society and authority. He'd been on his own ever since his mother's death. At school, he'd been severely bullied for being quirkless. He'd already hated society. Learning about Yoichi Shigaraki's cruel fate had just proven he'd been right.

Toshinori did not know the full details of Yoichi's backstory. But he didn't need to. Yoichi had saved Toshinori at his own expense. No one had ever done that before. No one besides his mom had ever cared about Toshinori before. No one had ever needed him. The useless quirkless boy wanted very much to be needed. For the person who had saved him, Toshinori would do anything.

His savior needed a hero. No, Yoichi needed a villain. Toshinori could provide that, too. He'd been thinking about the villain name All Smite.

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Unreliable Narrator Part One

All for One: Older siblings are naturally superior.

Yoichi: We're twins! You don't even know which of us was born first.

All for One: That's the kind of nonsense talk I would expect from a foolish younger sibling.

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Omake: Weasel Words Part One

All for One: I would like to apologize to you, Nana.

Yoichi: Notice how he said he would like to not that he was actually sorry? Yeah, that's as close to an apology as he ever gets.

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Omake: Unreliable Narrator Part Two

All for One: My little brother escaped because he knocked out an idiot maid named Akari and stole her clothes. I graciously decided to forgive her.

Nana: How benevolent!

Yoichi: Does your head still hurt from when I hit you, big brother?

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Omake: Weasel Words Part Two

Nana: All for One donates most of his salary to charity.

All for One: Yes, a charity to look after my poor, sickly little brother. Yoichi needs a new gaming room. I let him watch me play games.

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Omake: Surprise Twist

Yoichi: The more I suffer, the more I wonder if I really should have ruined my plan to save a random kid.

Toshinori: You traded up in allies. Re-Destro never could have defeated All for One. But me? It's canon. Do you prefer his face burned or mashed?

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Omake: If the Sisterly Instincts Worked

Inko: I fell in love with All for One after seeing how much he loves his little brother.

Nana: Oh, crap, your judgement is terrible. All for One must be a platonic yandere.

Inko: I've finally found a good man. I feel even more certain than I did about my previous boyfriends.

Nana: All for One is the most evil man in Japan.

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Omake: Other People Who Know Inko

Nana: Sorahiko, I think All for One is secretly an evil tyrant.

Torino: Those are very serious charges, what makes you say such treason?

Nana: The alternative is Inko having good taste in men.

Torino: I'll start a rebellion at once.