Good In Evil

By: SomeRandomPerson648

Chapter 2: Unaccustomed

A/N: Hey Guys! I have to start by saying that I'm really touched that a lot of you favorited and followed the story on the first few days of its release, really glad people took the chance on my story. Anyway, back to the story!

The morning after the meeting between Izuku Midoriya and All for One was both the most confusing and the most worrying day in Izuku's life. When he returned home he slept so late that he awoke at nearly twelve the next day, well rested as well as anxious for what's to come

After he came to, the boy took a moment to himself, staring at his ceiling in silence and contemplation. The fear from the day prior was now gone, and in its place was a mountain of worry and wonder for his future. A while ago he thought he was going to die, and here he was, having gotten a full night's rest. In all honesty he didn't know what to expect, he only knew that something had to happen by now. But as he laid in silence, absorbing the still calmness in his room it felt as though all of yesterday was just a dream

That was until he heard a light ping emanating from a phone beside him. Izuku sat up and saw the black flip-phone that he was given the night before, a burner phone that was hard to track and easy to conceil. On it were two contacts 'Sensei' and 'Kurogiri,' and while Izuku didn't know if he was really allowed to just call his new master or his new caretaker at any moment, he sure wasn't going to test his luck now

He unlocked the phone and opened it to read the message he recieved from Kurogiri

"Master would like for you to document a few quirks onto a new journal for him." It read

"He couldn't text me himself?" He thought before realizing that his new sensei couldn't see, so maybe it was hard for him to even pick up calls. That, or he just couldn't be bothered, which was also a likely answer

"But he has a contact?"

Refocusing, Izuku tried to type out a response before realizing that the phone had a different format for typing letters than normal smart phones did. It took a little fiddling before he was able to craft an 'ok' as a response

"I'll have to work on that."

Finally sliding out of his bed Midoriya took a good look at his room filled to the brim with All Might merchandise and memorabilia. It was ironic now, just yesterday he became the one thing that his favorite hero hated the most. A villain

His obsession with All Might was only now coming into question, not because of any shifted ideals or new realizations...but because it was awkward now to see his room covered in hero merchandise while he was, in reality, a bonified villain. It wasn't much of a realization, but the idea made him a little uncomfortable in a sense

"I shouldn't get ahead of myself," he thought, "I haven't even broken a law yet, I'm still no villain yet."

It was that small thought that scared him a little. Yet was a very strong word, for Izuku didn't even know what a villain really did outside of commit crimes and be put into prison by the heroes. But he was a villain so...did he deserve to go to jail?

"This is all so confusing."

It was still a brand new concept to him that not all vilains were evil, let alone the fact he was a villain now too, or at least partly so. He wasn't sure what 'sensei' meant when he said all the things about villains being victims and not evil. All his life he was taught that criminals needed to be put in jail by the heroes and the police, so how could he claim that they were good at all?

"I'm sure I'll learn soon enough. For now, I need to follow his lead."

Eventually, after much reminiscing, Izuku finally left his room and walked into the kitchen to see her mother hang up her apron. The living room smelled like breakfast that he missed out on, but there was still enough on the pan for more

"Oh, good morning honey. Are you feeling well now?" She greeted with the warmest smile ever

"I'm doing well now, thanks mom!" Izuku replied with as much positivity as he could muster, but the reality was that his problem still wasn't completely solved. He was no hero at all, quite the opposite actually. He knew that he had to find a way somehow, but for the moment he was still just Izuku Midoriya, the average, uninteresting quirkless boy...

"I'm so glad to hear that! Breakfast is still a little hot if you want some, and I'll take care of the cleaning." She stated as she went to grab a plate for her son

"I hope that this wasn't a mistake. Maybe sensei really can help me save people." Midoriya thought as he sat down at the dinner table and waited for his late breakfast

He didn't know what the future held for him, but what he did know was that he had to take things one step at a time, beginning with going outside...

Elsewhere, inside the apartment of Toshinori Yagi, the true persona of All Might was fast asleep. He came home very late again since he left in such a rush, having to wait hours for a train to pick him up. By the time he got back home it was already four in the morning...again

But as the symbol of peace rested soundly, his phone began to ring persistently, a call desperately trying to go through but failing to wake the hero. It took a full minute of ringing before Toshinori was able to rouse himself awake and pick up the phone, the bags in his eyes were much deeper than usual now

"Hello?"

"Hello Toshinori, did you sleep well last night?" The voice of Principal Nezu, Toshinori's friend and employer, spoke. When Nezu heard about All Might's condition, he reached out and gave Toshinori a job as a teacher, so that his skills as the number one hero are passed down to the next generation

"Something tells me that you know something..." Toshinori groaned a little, wiping sleep from his eyes

"You're correct." Nezu chuckled. "It's the darnest thing really, before going to sleep I saw All Might stop a crime in Musutafu without stopping for a second to talk to the camera. It's a wonder what he was doing on the other side of Tokyo."

"You caught me..." He moaned as he crept out of bed, feeling every bone in his body pop loudly as he did so. "I pushed myself and stopped a crime a few miles away."

"A few is not the right way to put it Yagi." Nezu sighed. "Even with your condition you're spread far too thin for any hero, much less a normal person."

"I'm sorry, but I needed to do something about the police chase because I was capable of stopping it."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you always should," Nezu lectured, "for a man with such declining health you shouldn't push yourself as though you were in your prime. Sooner or later all of your efforts will come back to bite you."

"Which is all the more reason why I need to find a new heir to One for All, so that there'll be a new symbol of peace." Toshinori reaffirmed, and as he did so he made his way to the kitchen for some coffee

"That's fair." Nezu sighed, all too familiar with his friend's form of thinking. "Speaking of which, have you received my email?"

"I um-haven't checked my computer lately."

"As I thought." He noted. "I sent you an email with the full roster of students currently attending UA. I also went through the trouble of giving you a detailed profile of each student and how they'd fair with One for All."

"Wow, you really went through a lot for me."

"Of course! I take my own job just as seriously as you do yours." The mouse-hybrid boasted rather proudly

As they spoke, All Might was able to serve himself a cup of coffee, though cold since he woke up so late. "I'll make sure to look at the list when I get the time."

"I thought you'd say that." Nezu said before he abruptly hung up on Toshinori rather surprisingly

"What?" Moments later there was a knock on the door, which also surprised him

"Did he-?" He half thought as he walked to the entrance and opened it, revealing Principal Nezu at his front door

The small, humanoid mouse with the intellect of a genius human wore a small black trench coat over his usual two piece suit. He also had thick, beige shoes and small black pants to go along with the outfit. His cute, unassuming smile contrasted the large gash for a scar that he bore over his right eye, a mark of his dark past

"Which is why I departed my whole schedule to prevent you from leaving!"

"Er-you can't be serious."

"I'm afraid so. If you're not willing to take care of yourself properly then I must be the one to step in. Starting with your breakfast. It's harmful to drink coffee without a proper meal you know." The mouse-hybrid scolded as though he were his mother, and might as well be by now

Reluctantly, Toshinori allowed Nezu to enter as he inspected the clean apartment. Of the few times that he'd come to visit, 'clean' wasn't really the right word to describe it

"You were able to clean? I'm very proud of you for that."

"Um...thanks." He said awkwardly. Although he questioned whether or not cleaning was such an achievement, but inwardly he knew that it was for a man as busy as himself

"So...the fridge is a little empty, I'm not too sure what we can make here." Toshinori sighed reluctantly, Nezu was often just as stubborn as he was

"That's fine. Because instead I'm taking you out to breakfast first, my treat."

"A-Are you sure that you're not too busy to be doing stuff like this?"

"As I've already said, I've cleared out my entire schedule for the day with the express purpose of helping you find a new heir. But we can't start with empty stomachs now can we?"

"...I guess not." Toshinori sighed in defeat

"Very well then, I'll be waiting in the living room while you get changed. And no hidden hero outfits this time, you've played that trick one too many times while we're out." Nezu scolded as he struggled his way onto the couch, sitting down and turning on the T.V with the sole purpose of changing the channel from the news station

"He really doesn't mess around when it comes to this stuff. He treats me just like a kid." Toshinori said to himself as he poured out his frigid black coffee and left to change

Back at the city of Musutafu, Izuku wandered the busy streets of the district with an observant eye

His mom was fairly surprised when she heard that Izuku wanted to explore the city by himself. It certainly wasn't out of character for him to just up and walk around the city aimlessly, he was a curious kid afterall, but he certainly wasn't one who left the house often, usually too busy with studies or watching videos on old and new pro heroes

But when he explained that he just wanted some time to think she stopped worrying as much as before. It was natural for a boy like him to do something so out of the ordinary at a time like this, when his mind was growing and his dreams were changing. In reality he left because he wanted to do more research on quirks that he'd find in the city, from heroes or just ordinary citizens. Although the boy was out on assignment, it truly felt like a day off for him

"The city looks so much better in the daytime." He commented as he walked through the streets as a normal pedestrian, just like any other. While Midoriya had to go out and observe like he would occasionally, he couldn't help but note the stark contrast between the city in daytime versus in nighttime

While both were pretty in some aspects, the daytime just brought out so many aspects of the world compared to nighttime. Whereas the city would look near abandoned in the nighttime, unpopulated and inactive, in the daytime it was absolutely full of activity. The crowds that walked from place to place, the occasional pro-hero that would swoop by and make their presence known, the bright shining sun that highlighted everything. It was what Izuku liked most about the city, so full of hope and prospect

"I like the city better when the sun's up." He thought as he followed the crowd wherever it went, no true destination in mind

As the green haired boy scouted out people with interesting quirks that he could observe, he found himself with more time on his hands to think to himself, fully taking in the events that have transpired. From the fated meeting with All Might, to him becoming a pupil to All for One, everything was just so sudden that he didn't know whether to call himself lucky or the exact opposite

"I still don't know anything about the world do I?" Izuku thought to himself, walking along the street. "How can I become a villain if it goes against all there is to becoming a hero? Unless All for One-Er... Unless Sensei is wrong, it's impossible to become a hero by being a villain. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it."

After all was said and done, the naive boy still couldn't understand just what All for One or his mother meant, because he has grown his entire life under the society in which heroes are the best of the best. Heroes were always known for their courage, strength, grit and goodwill that any sane person would logically want to be a hero, or at least as far as Izuku was concerned. The only way to ever do good was to become one of the people who did just that, and to go against that would be not only to betray his own ideals, but everything he's come to know about how the world works. As much as Izuku wanted to believe that his master would seek out his best interests...he just couldn't imagine it

As he walked, there was a small commotion that pulled him from his thoughts, a light scrap between a hero and a villain that, instead of pushing away the crowd, attracted the civilians around for them all to watch the event

"A hero fight! Maybe I can write down their quirk!" He thought as he ran towards the source of trouble to find a large crowd surrounding the battle

In the middle of the street there stood two men, the first of which was the criminal with a small safe in his hands that he snatched from inside a jewelry store. His quirk made his skin grey and gave him a few sharp teeth and pointy bits around his body like a shark, but otherwise he wore dark green cargo pants, a white tank top and plain white shoes to look inconspicuous

In front of him was one of the most popular heroes of the time, the number two hero Endeavor. His flame quirk was almost always active, giving him the appearance of having fiery, flaming hair and a mustache. But from what wasn't covered in constant flame, he wore a dark blue suit with patches of flame as well as a belt with a golden emblem on it. Much like All Might he was tall, muscular and tough, but unlike him he was brash, loud and very obnoxious at times. Though his methods were extreme, he was No. 2 for a reason

"Give it up, you're days are numbered." The hero shouted confidently. Ignoring the many cameras that were pointed at him

"You-You'll never take me alive!"

The criminal attempted to sprint in the opposite direction, hoping to lose the hero within the crowd that was made by his appearance. Unfortunately, the flaming hero was two steps ahead as he used his quirk to flame-boost himself in front of the crook

In one swift motion the man brought his fist charged with a raging flame and unleashed it upon the shark-looking man, pushing him back as the flames temporarily engulfed him and slamming him against a concrete wall. As he fell to his knees with burns all throughout his body the safe full of money was dropped along the way, falling to the sidelines for a normal civilian to grab and return it

"Wow, over in a flash. I guess being No. 2 means this stuff happens all the time." Izuku commented as he began to jot down things in his notepad. Although he long since wrote an entry for Endeavor, this was specific for Sensei, so it wouldn't hurt to have another

"Huh...gross am I right."

Izuku turned to see a strange man standing beside him, staring at the event ahead of them. His identity was obscured purposefully due to all of the layers he wore. He wore black boots with black pants and a large black jacket. The man also wore black sunglasses as well as a black cap with the hoodie drawn, but from what Izuku could see he had a burn scar on his chin

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, can't you see?" The man reiterated. "Look at the way he attacked that thug without restraint. I bet he never took into account whether or not he can take the heat."

On second glance Izuku took a closer look at the criminal that was put down. The shark man writhed in pain as he was covered in burns all over his body, all of which seemed to be second degree burns. By what Izuku could observe, his shark body was most likely resistant or immune to water, which couldn't've done well against any sort of flame. If anything, he might just be susceptible to catching fire with poor defenses against it

"...I see. But the hero stopped him from stealing, isn't that what they're supposed to do?"

"You could say that. But...do you think they care if you get scars from their 'saving'?" The man countered. "That bastard couldn't care less if he sends thugs to jail with a few scars, as long as he looks pretty in front of the camera."

"Being a villain doesn't make you evil, it's just a narrative that was made by heroes to justify the cruelty that we endure for being 'villains'"

"That sounds a lot like what Sensei told me." He realized as he saw the criminal being cuffed by the police, getting shoved around as he was escorted to the car

"But...heroes are supposed to be the good guys. How come they can overlook something like this." Midoriya realized, seeing the cruelty unfold in front of him. The criminal was already in lots of pain, but he witnessed as he was shoved into the car with the crowd boo'ing him from the sidelines, throwing things at him for good measure too

"That's because there's more to it than what you see in the surface. Everything runs much deeper than what you see..."

"How can you be so certain of that?"

The strange man only frowned as he glanced at Midoriya, his eyes and expression hidden behind his shades. That was until he removed them and pulled down the collar of his jacket to reveal dark purple scars that he were normally hiding. Just under his eyes there were two purple patches of dark, scarred skin that seemed to have been burned off, surrounded by stitches that transitioned to his normal, paler skin. From his mouth downwards there was also a large patch of charred skin that ran further down his shirt, and his loose sleeve revealed an additional scar below his wrist that also ran down his arm. Without the shades or jacket to cover his face, the strange man looked like a patchwork monster straight out of a fictional story

"H-How did that happen?!"

"This was because of a hero, and his...ambitions." The man stated disgustedly

Izuku was horrified to see the deep scars that the man bore, making him appear like a damaged human being. Whatever he was before there was no trace of now, only the pain in his dark blue eyes that were likely linked to his condition

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked hesitantly, staring at the horrid scars

"'Cause you look like a smart kid, with that notebook and all. I took you for one that could hear me out." The man explained, pointing at Izuku's half sketch of Endeavor as he put on his shades again

"Just know that whenever you see these things happen...look a little closer..."

With that the man walked away, not saying another word as the stunned boy stared into the man's direction. As he did so the crowd dispersed, and Midoriya immediately found himself in the middle of the active street, blocking traffic

"Oh!" He yelped in response to a blaring horn, forcing him to move out of the way

"How could a hero do something like that?" Was his primary line of thought as he passively followed a new crowd around the city, fully forgetting about the notes he was writing on the Pro-Hero

Somewhere inside Japan in a quaint little tea shop was the Pro-Hero All Might and the Principal of UA Nezu, enjoying their breaks

Much to Toshinori's reluctance he was taken out to eat and drink for the morning, still recovering from his lack of sleep. The shop itself wasn't anything too special, small in size and capacity with only a handful of high tables for customers. The design was more of a traditional tea shop, complete with bamboo and aged wood to give the place a more antique feel, and the owners of the shop were also fairly old. The place itself was a family business, but it sure made for a good store

"I'm surprised you like this place, it has an old aesthetic." Toshinori commented as he sipped his freshly made black coffee. In front of him were a few delicately made ham sandwiches, a stark contrast to his usual reheated Chinese takeout

"It's my favorite place. The atmosphere is so very comforting." Nezu replied happily as he too sipped from his dark colored tea

Toshinori felt the effects of the tea-shop too, it's calming environment, warm people and good food, it was a wonder how he was able to overlook a place like this for so long, in the middle of they city no less. It was like a peaceful gateway, one that blocked out all of the stress that came from the streets

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you something." Nezu began. "It's very generous that you donate virtually all of your funds to charity and such, but it's important to leave things for yourself to enjoy."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that as much as you do your best to do good, you should never forget about your own well-being. If the empty fridge of what I could only assume had copious amounts of food to-go is of any indicator."

"He's got me there..."

"Listen, I cannot begin to thank you for all of the effort and struggle you've done to keep this country, no, the world, a peaceful land. I as well as many others appreciate you for it. But, now that you're losing your strength, it's time to take your retirement more seriously."

And just like that Toshinori's ease and comfort went away in a flash. Through Nezu's short lecture the problems of the real world came back to him, implementing the same stress as always. What was he doing here? He should be out making the most of what he has left, patrolling the streets, protecting the people, making the world better

"Tch...you're right I guess." He sighed with frustration, tapping his foot lightly. The sooner he could leave this place, the sooner he could find an heir to his position as symbol of peace, and with it the world could remain whole

"I don't mean to give you any more worries or concerns, but I'm only doing what's best for your sake. You can't keep burning the daylight candle at both ends and expect things to go well." Nezu stated, drinking more of his tea as he laid back in his chair, doing his best to provide All Might with an example of what he should look like

Instead, Toshinori sat hunched over his food, tapping his foot and staring out towards the sole window to monitor the outside

"I suppose it's pointless to keep repeating the same lesson. I try my best to stop him but...it's just in his very nature to sacrifice himself for others." Nezu observed as he looked at Toshinori with a sly smile. No matter what position he was in, his stubbornness to help others almost always overrode common sense. Whether he could or he couldn't didn't matter, it was always about pushing himself to do what's best for others that made All Might the number one hero

As if on cue there was a light shake of the ground, followed by a distant panic from the crowd outside. Whatever it was must be quite the commotion to stir such a reply. Instinctively Toshinori jumped from his seat and ran out to the door, only to stop himself just as he opened it to look at Nezu for approval

With only a defeated smile the small animal-hybrid shouted back. "I'll be waiting at your house once you're finished."

With a quick nod the blonde man bursted out of the door, allowing the loud and obnoxious chaos to enter for a brief moment before it shut once more, returning the calming atmosphere again

Comments and questions came from the other patrons of the tea shop, but non were of alarm or concern

"Is he alright?"

"What was that outside?"

"I'm sure we're fine."

"Of course we'll be okay." Nezu thought to himself. "Because All Might is here."

Back in the city streets of Musutafu, Midoriya continued to walk and observe the quirks around him. In the few hours that he's been out he already collected a handful of pages, all of which were fairly extensive notes but lacked the deep dives that he normally added, like weaknesses and theories on ways to improve the capabilities of said quirks

"I'm sure I can add more later. For now I need to get in as many as I can."

He looked up to see the bright blue sky, trying to gauge how much sunlight he had left. It wasn't going to get dark soon, plus he hadn't wandered too far from what he was used to, so it wouldn't hurt to keep exploring. He looked around to see that there wasn't anyone that stood out to him, no one casually using their quirks or having obvious features that would lead to more assumptions. Aside from the passing hero, it was hard to write down notes based on normal people

"Huh...where else am I gonna find interesting quirks." He thought out loud, almost defeated. He felt as though he spent too much time on far too little, though the fact that he had extensive notes on quirks was unique in it of itself

"Watcha got there?"

Yet again Izuku found himself turning around in surprise, this time there was another stranger next to him that he didn't notice, a blonde teenage girl with messy twin buns for hair, wearing a beige school outfit and a cute red tie. Though Izuku couldn't get a proper feel for her intention, she did seem to be intrigued by his notebook

"Ha!" He yelped, both surprised that a stranger snuck up to him and that he was standing so close to a girl

"I have to pay better attention, that's the second person that snuck up on me."

"What's that?" She prodded again, curiosity overtaking her as she pointed towards the book

The girl observed as the green haired boy struggled to collect his thoughts and feelings, blushing both out of nervousness and a virgin-esc panic. It took a while, but when he finally caught his breath he returned a shaky smile

"You um-scared me. Yeah, that's it." He both stated and assured himself, forcing his earlier panic out of his system before he made a bigger fool of himself

"Te heh heh. You're kinda cute you know that?~" She teased, making him blush again as he scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to do with himself

"Um...thanks." He thanked nervously before he shook his head yet again, trying to focus

"You wanted to know about this?" He asked, pointing to the book on his other hand, and recieving a nod as a reply. "It's a journal that I use to write down different quirks I discover. It's a hobby of mine."

"You like to know about quirks?" She asked rather confused

"Of course!" He beamed. "It's so nice to see and learn about quirks and how they work. Everything about them make people so special, it's pretty easy to get jealous sometimes."

Although the strange blonde girl seemed to smile along with Izuku's enthusiasm, it was the final statement of his that made her smile flicker. As interesting as she found this random, nervous wreck of a boy, she couldn't agree with his sentiment

"Oh? Then do you wanna see my quirk?" She teased playfully, making Midoriya smile with glee. Another quirk? It was just a second ago that he felt a little lost, so this would be great!

"Yeah, I'd love to see it!"

"Heh heh. Follow me then."

The girl walked through the crowd of people in their way and headed into a darkened alleyway, away from the public eyes. As sketchy as it seemed, Izuku paid no attention to his surroundings and could only wonder what kind of quirk she had

"Alright, give me your hand!"

Blindly, Midoriya gave the girl his left hand, watching as she stared excitedly at it. There was a sort of hunger that appeared in her face, like a tiger on the verge of pouncing on its prey

"What could she want with my hand?" He asked himself, only now taking in his situation. Walking into an alleyway with a stranger he didn't know? Hold on...he did it again didn't he!

Before he could ask any questions, the strange girl pulled a mysterious knife from her back and used it to slice a bit of his palm, making him yell out in sudden pain. He tried to pull his hand away, but the girl only held it tight with her other arm, refusing to let it go

"Oh don't be such a buzzkill, it's almost over!" She exclaimed happily as she shook the blood off of the knife and stored it away

Oddly enough, she pulled out a small container from her skirt and held it under the bloodied hand, squeezing it and watching as blood poured into the clear glass vile. As it did so, tears ran down Izuku's face as he allowed the event to transpire, unsure of whether he should do something or not. It felt dirty in way, allowing her to bleed his hand and pour his blood into the glass, but the curiosity of what was to come kept his feet planted firmly and his body frozen, only using his spare arm to wipe away the tears of pain

"Just a little but more aaaaaand...there!"

Eventually, the vile was filled to the brim with red blood from Izuku, greatly satisfying her. She took a good whaff of the blood before she held it over her mouth and allowed a single drop to fall into her mouth. To Izuku's surprise, a strange clay-like substance began to form around her face and hands, taking on a new color and shape until eventually he was staring at a live copy of himself...wearing girls clothing

"Mm mm mm! So good!" 'Izuku' exclaimed, his voice being inflected with a higher and more excited pitch, but nonetheless the same as his normal voice

"What was that? How did you do that?" The real Izuku asked curiously, the surprise overtaking his pain. Was it because she drank his blood?

"It's my quirk. Can't you tell?" He responded to himself. "I can drink people's blood and turn into them. The more I drink the longer the effect lasts."

On cue 'Izuku's' face began melting off from his head, forcing him to wipe it away and allow the rest to fall off of him. Soon 'Izuku' became the blonde girl once again

"Awe, did it hurt you? I'm really sorry if it did, but I LOVED the taste of your blood." She smiled again

The boy was at a loss of words, unsure of what to think. He was stuck in such a strange situation with such a strange person that he couldn't tell if he should be aprhensive, mad or even upset with what happened. Instead, he drew a shaky breath and wiped another tear from his eye, sniffling

"Sorry, you just caught me by surprise." He assured her

"I guess I did ask for it, can't really blame her here."

"Aww you're just sooo cute!!" She laughed again, blushing a little bit at seeing the young boy act brave. "You're the first person who didn't run away from me, that's so nice!"

"I...thanks?"

As a sign of her gratitude, the girl pulled out a small bundle of bandages and went through the trouble of wrapping them around the injured hand, stopping the bleed from getting infected. When she finished Midoriya flexed his weak hand and felt the cut shift as he did so

"I'm glad you gave me your blood, I'll make sure to savor it~!" She smiled again. "I'm Himiko Toga, what's your name?"

"Midoriya...Izuku Midoriya." He responded with hesitation

"Then I hope to meet you again Izuku!" She declared, giving him a kiss on the cheek and skipping away happily, singing a small tune to herself

Izuku could only stand still and absorb the events with a pained hand. The strange girl not only stabbed his hand, but liked it too? Not to mention she didn't hesitate to use his first name, call him cute, or give him a kiss on the cheek. For being the first time he ever talked to a girl, it was quite the meeting

"What was up with her?" Was his remaining thought before he walked out of the alleyway. Determined, he opened his journal and began writing about the new quirk right away, beginning with the sketch of 'Toga'

As much as Izuku knew about the world with every day it seemed that he learned simultaneously more and less about it. Heroes were bad, society was messed up, and people like Toga existed as well?

"Sensei's right, at least in some parts. I need to learn much more if I ever want to grow."

Inside of a dark and secluded facility, there hid an evil secret, shrouded in despair and malevolence. The lights were never turned on, but that was simply because the head of the facility didn't need them to see. That, and there was a certain comfort and excitement that the man drove from being covered by the darkness, unseen by any and all who dare enter

The staple figure of the underworld crime syndicate, the bane of all that was good, a demon reborn...All for One continued to plan and scheme with one of his right hand men

"And what of the Nomu?" He asked the T.V screen in front of him, displaying the darkened image of what appeared to be an old man wearing goggles, though his features were hidden by his dark lab

"Their production is coming along well. We have a substantial amount of Nomu on reserve for you to expend should you need to." A calm and reserved voice replied

"...And what of the All Might killer?"

A short pause was followed by a small sigh of defeat. "I'm sorry to say my master but the weapon is still under production. The copying of quirks could take a few months to finish."

"Then I'm satisfied. Alert me when the production ceases, and I shall find when the time is ripe."

Behind the demon lord incarnate, two purple voids masked behind the darkness appeared. Out came Kurogiri, who was but a shadowed figure with glowing yellow eyes amidst the darkness. Beside him was also a shadowed figure, though his features were completely hidden

"Master, I'm here to report." Kurogiri bowed before him

"Speak."

"Young Midoriya made bountiful progress in his assignment, and has submitted his prototype."

Without another word Kurogiri created another portal and teleported the small, lime green notepad that Izuku provided and have it to All for One. Though he couldn't read it directly, he could feel the pages and guess how many he was able to fill with his pen, which was a lot

"Then everything went well I take it? No harm came to him while he was away?"

"He sustained a slight injury in his left hand, a cut that was patched by the same girl who made it." Kurogiri explained. "It was to discover her quirk, which required his blood. I did not intervine for he wasn't in danger."

"...Acceptable." All for One stated, returning the notebook

"Who's Midoriya?" A raspy and irritated voice spoke up

Beside Kurogiri, the shadowy figure was restless. It, or he, had no idea who they were talking about, and the secret was getting to be a bother

"He's another project of mine. With due time you shall meet him, do not fret." All for One responded, ignoring the way his pupil spoke out of turn

"If I may." The screen interjected. "May I know the purpose of recruiting the boy? You've gone through more than enough effort for what could possibly be another Nomu."

"That's because he won't be." All for One answered. "He's a personal project of mine. Though he has his uses now, his ideals and views are more...unfavorable. But, with enough time and effort I believe he will become a loyal subject to our cause."

"I see. But...what of his quirk? If I remember correctly, he didn't have one."

All for One smiled at the response, feeling the excitement that came with speaking his next words. That Izuku...he was all too similar to his little brother from many, many years back. His views, his personality...his vulnerability. Whereas before he made the mistake of trusting his brother blindly, this time he will be able to mold the young mind to see what he sees. To become what Yoichi failed to become

Where he failed before, he won't fail this time. This time...he will do what he wasn't able to do before. He will make the boy his loyal subject

"Don't worry." He smiled, almost evilly. "I have the perfect quirk for him."