The silence of the UA dorms was suffocating. Izuku sat on his bed, knees drawn to his chest, staring blankly at the wall. His mind was a battlefield, two opposing forces colliding within him. One for All, once a steady beacon of hope, now flickered alongside the ominous presence of All for One. The two powers fought for dominance, neither willing to yield. Izuku could feel it—could feel them—twisting inside him, blurring the lines between hero and villain, light and dark.

His breaths were shallow, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut. The warmth that had always been present with One for All felt tainted now, corrupted by All for One's malevolence. He could feel the darker Quirk wrapping around it, choking it, as though trying to extinguish that light.

A cold chill crept down his spine as the vestige world called out to him. His mind was dragged deeper into that familiar space, but this time it felt different—unstable.

The sky of the Vestige World churned like a storm-tossed sea, shifting erratically between radiant blue and ominous black. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a physical manifestation of the clash between the forces of light and darkness now residing within Izuku. Before him stood the shadowy figures of the previous wielders of One for All, their forms flickering as though they were being torn between the opposing energies. The very essence of the Vestige World was unstable, the once clear boundary between light and dark now blurred by the presence of All for One.

The First User stepped forward, his face grave, his usual calm demeanour overshadowed by worry. "Young Midoriya," he began, his voice carrying an unfamiliar weight. The concern in his tone was palpable. "The balance within you is fragile. We can feel the conflict as well. One for All and All for One… they were never meant to coexist within the same vessel."

Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the fear and uncertainty that had been gnawing at him since the transfer now bubbling to the surface. His voice trembled as he replied, his words laced with desperation. "I… I don't know how to control it," he admitted, his gaze darting around as if searching for something solid to hold onto in the swirling chaos. "It's like they're fighting inside me, and I'm afraid—afraid of what might happen if I can't keep them apart."

Nana Shimura, the woman whose strength and compassion had guided him even in death, stepped forward. Her presence was a comfort, yet there was a seriousness in her eyes that Izuku had never seen before. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. The touch was both reassuring and heavy, carrying the weight of her own experiences and the burden he now bore. "Izuku, you've always had a strong heart," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "But this is unlike anything we could have ever prepared you for. These Quirks—they weren't meant to be together. Their very natures are at odds, and that conflict is now within you."

The Second User, a stern figure with sharp, calculating eyes, stepped forward, his posture rigid with concern. His voice was gruff, each word clipped with urgency. "The longer these powers coexist within you, the more they'll fuse," he warned. "You can't continue to treat them as separate entities, Izuku. They're merging, becoming something entirely different—something unpredictable."

Izuku stared down at his hands, his mind racing. He could feel the truth in their words, the power within him twisting, struggling for dominance. The warmth of One for All and the cold, insidious presence of All for One were beginning to intertwine, creating a force he could barely comprehend. "What if I lose control?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if speaking the fear out loud might make it more real. "What if I become like him? Like All for One?"

The First User exchanged a somber glance with the other vestiges before meeting Izuku's gaze. His expression was resolute, yet there was a deep sadness in his eyes. "We don't have all the answers, Izuku," he confessed, the uncertainty in his voice mirroring Izuku's own doubts. "But we do know this: who you are—your heart—that is what will determine your path. But tread carefully. This power is unlike anything we've ever encountered, and the line between hero and villain has never been thinner."

The world around them began to distort, the figures of the past wielders flickering in and out of focus as the instability of the Vestige World grew. Nana gave him one last look, her expression filled with both hope and sorrow. "Remember who you are, Izuku," she urged, her voice echoing as the world began to fade. "No matter what happens… you must hold onto that. Don't lose yourself in the darkness."

As the Vestige World crumbled around him, the storm overhead reaching a fever pitch, Izuku felt a pull, dragging him back to reality. The final words of the past users echoed in his mind, lingering like a distant whisper as the darkness gave way to light.

With a gasp, Izuku awoke, his heart pounding as if he had just fought a battle within himself. The room was quiet, the weight of the vestiges' warnings pressing down on him as he struggled to catch his breath. He was alone again, but the lingering presence of those who had come before him—and the power he now carried—remained.

That Morning: Back at UA

Izuku stood alone in the empty gymnasium at UA, the silence around him almost oppressive. It was a rare moment of quiet in the chaos that had consumed his life since the end of the war. The familiar hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but the usual comfort they provided was absent today. Instead, they cast harsh, unforgiving shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within him.

His hands trembled as he tried to focus on his training, the tremor betraying the storm of emotions he fought to keep buried. He could feel the energy surging beneath his skin—the warm, familiar spark of One for All clashing with the cold, malevolent presence of All for One. The two forces pulsed together, no longer distinct, but dangerously intertwined, like two serpents coiling around each other, each vying for dominance.

With a deep breath, Izuku activated his Quirk. For a fleeting moment, emerald lightning crackled around his body, a reminder of the power that had once been a source of pride and hope. But it was quickly overrun by dark, oily tendrils that snaked their way up his arms, their touch sending a shiver down his spine. The darkness felt wrong, alien, as if it didn't belong to him—and yet it was a part of him now, fused with the light in a way that made his skin crawl.

Gritting his teeth, Izuku tried to force the powers apart, to separate them as he had done before. But it was like trying to pull apart water and oil—they slipped through his mental grasp, refusing to be divided. They were merging, becoming something new, something he didn't understand and couldn't control.

Frustration and fear burned in his chest, a wildfire that threatened to consume him. He couldn't let this happen. He had to control it, had to find a way to keep these powers from overwhelming him. But no matter how hard he tried, he could feel it slipping away, the boundaries between One for All and All for One blurring into something monstrous. The fear of what that meant gnawed at him relentlessly.

"Deku."

The voice, so familiar and yet unexpected, startled him. The energy around him fizzled out as he turned, his breath catching in his throat. Standing at the entrance to the gym, illuminated by the harsh overhead lights, was All Might. Even in his weakened state, his presence filled the room, commanding attention and respect. But today, there was something different in his eyes—something softer, more vulnerable.

"All Might…" Izuku's voice cracked, thick with emotion as he lowered his gaze. Shame washed over him, the weight of his failures and fears pressing down like a physical burden. How could he face his mentor, the man who had believed in him more than anyone, when he couldn't even control the power he had been entrusted with?

All Might walked closer, his footsteps echoing in the empty gym. His eyes, filled with concern, never left Izuku's face. "You've been pushing yourself too hard," he said gently, though there was an unmistakable edge to his voice. "I can see it in your eyes, Deku. You're on the brink of breaking."

"I don't have a choice," Izuku replied, his voice tight with a mix of fear and frustration. "If I don't figure this out, if I can't control this power… then I—"

All Might stopped him mid-sentence by placing a firm hand on his shoulder. The touch was both grounding and comforting, a reminder that he wasn't alone in this fight. "I understand, Deku. More than you know. But this power—it's not something you can brute-force your way through. You have to approach it with care, with caution. This is different from anything you've faced before."

Izuku's eyes filled with tears as he looked up at All Might, the fear he had been holding back spilling over. "I'm scared," he admitted, his voice trembling with the weight of his confession. "What if I turn into… him? What if All for One takes over, and I lose myself? There's no one left who could stop me if I do."

The words hung in the air, heavy and dark, and All Might's expression softened with a deep understanding that only came from experience. He could see the turmoil in Izuku's eyes, the fear of becoming something he had always fought against. "Power like this… it's dangerous," All Might said quietly, his voice filled with a sadness that came from knowing the truth too well. "Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and even the strongest of heroes can fall if they're not careful."

Izuku's heart clenched at All Might's words. The idea of becoming another All for One—of becoming a monster—was a terror that gnawed at him day and night. The fear of losing control, of hurting the people he loved, was almost too much to bear.

"But listen to me, young Midoriya," All Might said firmly, his grip on Izuku's shoulder tightening slightly, grounding him in the moment. "I've known you for a long time now, and I know your heart. You've always strived to do what's right, no matter the cost. That hasn't changed. You're still the same boy who leaped into danger to save others without a second thought. That's what sets you apart."

Izuku swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. "But what if that's not enough?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if I can't control it? What if… I end up hurting the people I care about?"

All Might sighed, his expression softening even more as he looked at the boy who had become like a son to him. "Then you lean on those who care about you. You lean on your friends, your allies… and on me. We'll face this together, Deku. You're not alone in this fight. You never have been."

Izuku nodded, the tears in his eyes finally spilling over. He wanted to believe All Might's words, to trust that he wouldn't be consumed by the darkness within him. But the weight of the burden he carried remained heavy, pressing down on him with a force that threatened to crush him.

All Might pulled him into a tight embrace, his hold strong and reassuring. "You don't have to carry this alone," he whispered, his voice filled with a fatherly warmth that Izuku desperately needed. "We'll get through this. Together."

Izuku clung to All Might, the sobs he had been holding back finally breaking free. For a moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to lean on the man who had always been there for him. The fear, the doubt, the uncertainty—it all poured out as he cried, and All Might held him, his own heart breaking for the boy who had taken on so much.

When the tears finally subsided, Izuku pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He felt a little lighter, a little more grounded, but the fear still lingered. "Thank you, All Might," he said softly, his voice hoarse from crying.

All Might smiled, though there was a sadness in his eyes that didn't fade. "We'll figure this out, Deku. One step at a time."

Izuku nodded, taking a deep breath as he steeled himself. The path ahead was uncertain, and the darkness within him was still a constant threat. But he wasn't alone. And that, at least, gave him a glimmer of hope.

As they stood together in the empty gym, the weight of the world on their shoulders, Izuku knew that the battle was far from over. But with All Might by his side, he felt just a little more ready to face it.

Later That Day: Training in Isolation

Izuku stood alone on a remote mountain range, far from the comforting familiarity of UA. The frigid wind whipped through his hair, its icy fingers brushing against his skin as if trying to seep into his very bones. The vast expanse of rugged terrain stretched before him, desolate and silent, mirroring the turmoil within him. This was where he had come to confront the darkest parts of himself, away from everyone he could hurt if things spiraled out of control.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Izuku reached inward, summoning the power that now resided within him. One for All responded first, its warm, familiar glow enveloping him like a comforting embrace. But that warmth was quickly tainted by the encroaching darkness—thick, inky tendrils of All for One that twisted and coiled around the light, suffocating it.

Izuku gritted his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the malevolent presence of All for One within him. It was a cacophony of power, each individual Quirk stored within it like a separate beast snarling in the depths of his soul. They were alive, each with its own dark intent, its own will. And then there was Decay—Shigaraki's Quirk, the most terrifying of them all.

The mere thought of Decay sent a shiver down Izuku's spine. He could feel it, simmering beneath his skin like a dormant volcano, waiting to erupt and turn everything to dust. The memory of Shigaraki's outstretched hand, the way it had disintegrated everything it touched, played on a loop in his mind, each repetition more haunting than the last.

The world around him seemed to respond to the presence of Decay. The air grew colder, more oppressive, and the shadows cast by the mountains stretched and twisted, reaching for him like the tendrils of All for One. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble, as if recoiling from the monstrous power he held.

Izuku's breath hitched, his vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. He could feel the corrosive energy of Decay pulsing through him, like a venom coursing through his veins. It was more than just power—it was a burden, a curse that carried with it the weight of every life Shigaraki had taken, every act of destruction he had wrought.

His knees buckled, and Izuku collapsed to the ground, his hands digging into the dirt as he gasped for breath. The scent of earth filled his nostrils, grounding him for a brief moment before the horror of his situation crashed down on him again. The very ground beneath him felt fragile, as if it might crumble to dust at any moment under the influence of Decay.

"I don't want this," he whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible against the howling wind. His tears fell freely now, carving paths down his cheeks as he stared at his hands, hands that had the power to destroy everything he held dear. "I don't want to be like him…"

As the words left his lips, the Decay quirk seemed to pulse in response, sending a wave of nausea crashing over him. He could feel it more acutely now—the raw, destructive force that had reduced cities to ruins, that had turned people to ash. It was inside him, part of him, no different from the blood in his veins or the breath in his lungs.

The shadows around him grew darker, more oppressive, as if the very world was reacting to his despair. The sky, once clear, began to churn with storm clouds, swirling in a chaotic dance that mirrored the conflict within him. Lightning crackled in the distance, a harsh, unnatural purple that cast eerie shadows across the jagged landscape.

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the nightmarish reality, but the images only grew more vivid. He saw Shigaraki's twisted grin, heard the echo of his maniacal laughter, and felt the sickening satisfaction that came with destruction. It was as if Shigaraki's very essence was clawing its way into his mind, corrupting him from the inside out.

"No," Izuku gasped, his voice breaking. He clutched his head, as if trying to physically force the darkness out. "I'm not like you! I'll never be like you!"

But the Decay quirk pulsed again, stronger this time, as if mocking his defiance. The ground beneath him began to crumble, the dirt turning to ash under his fingers. He could feel the power growing, threatening to consume him, to erase everything he was in a wave of annihilation.

In that moment, Izuku felt utterly alone. The mountain range, once a place of solitude, now felt like a prison, the walls closing in around him. The weight of the Quirks, the burden of the lives they had taken, pressed down on him, crushing his spirit.

But even in the depths of despair, a small, flickering light remained within him—the light of his unwavering determination. It was faint, nearly drowned out by the darkness, but it was there, a beacon of hope in the storm.

"I won't give in," Izuku whispered, his voice stronger now, though still shaking with emotion. "I won't let this power turn me into a monster."

The storm clouds above seemed to respond, the swirling chaos slowing, the purple lightning fading into the distance. The ground beneath him stopped crumbling, solidifying once more. The oppressive darkness still lingered, but it no longer felt all-consuming.

Izuku pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling but holding firm. He stared out at the horizon, where the first hints of dawn were breaking through the storm, casting the mountains in a pale, golden light. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the sun would rise again.

"I'll find a way," Izuku vowed, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I'll find a way to control this power, to use it for good. I won't let it destroy me—or anyone else."

With that, he turned away from the edge of the mountain, the light of dawn at his back, and began the long journey down. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and dangers he could hardly comprehend, but one thing was clear: he wouldn't face it alone. He had his friends, his allies, and most importantly, his own unyielding will.

And as long as that light burned within him, there was hope.

In the Common Room with Class 1-A

Back in the dorms, Izuku sat quietly on the couch, his gaze drifting over his classmates as they filled the common room with laughter and chatter. The atmosphere was warm, buzzing with the energy of students trying to reclaim the normalcy they had lost to the war. They bantered and joked, the weight of their recent battles momentarily set aside. But Izuku felt like an outsider looking in, his thoughts anchored to the dark secret he carried.

"Hey, Deku!" Kirishima's voice boomed across the room, snapping Izuku out of his reverie. The red-haired hero-in-training, always brimming with enthusiasm, bounded over to him with a grin that could rival the sun. "You've been pretty quiet over there. Everything good, man?"

Izuku forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah, just… tired," he replied, hoping the excuse would be enough to deflect the conversation. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of his secret clawing at his resolve. How could he tell them? How could he explain the monstrous power he now held within?

Before Kirishima could respond, Kaminari popped up beside him, his usual mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Tired? Come on, Deku, we've all been tired! You should join us in the next round of video games. I promise not to go easy on you this time!"

"Yeah, right, like you ever go easy on anyone!" Sero laughed from across the room, throwing a playful jab at Kaminari. "You just mash buttons until something works!"

Kaminari threw his hands up in mock offence. "Hey! There's a strategy to my button-mashing, okay? It's called 'confuse the opponent until they make a mistake.' Works every time!"

The group burst into laughter, the lighthearted banter easing the tension that had been building around Izuku. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest—here they were, trying to include him, to bring back the normalcy they all craved, and all he could think about was the darkness lurking within him.

Bakugo, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scoffed loudly, cutting through the laughter. "Tired, my ass. You've been acting weird since the fight ended. Stop holding back and just spit it out."

Izuku tensed, feeling the weight of the room shift toward him. Bakugo had always been able to see through him, cutting through his defences with a sharp tongue and an unrelenting gaze. The rivalry between them had softened over the years, but Bakugo's perceptiveness was as sharp as ever, and now, it felt like he could sense something even deeper.

"Come on, Bakugo," Mina interjected with a bright smile, "Give the guy a break! We've all been through a lot, you know?"

Mina's playful tone was met with nods of agreement from the others, and Izuku could feel their concern wrapped in the warmth of their camaraderie. But Bakugo's eyes never left him. "If something's eating you, Deku, you better deal with it. We don't need you going soft on us now."

"Bakugo!" Uraraka's voice rose in protest, a mix of frustration and concern. She walked over to Izuku, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "Don't listen to him, Deku. We all know how strong you are—just take your time, okay? We're here for you."

Izuku smiled at her, a genuine smile this time, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He could feel the darkness inside him stirring, a reminder of the power he was desperately trying to keep in check. He wanted to tell them—his friends, his classmates—but the fear of their reactions, the fear of what he had become, kept him silent.

From behind, Todoroki approached quietly, a mug of hot tea in hand. "Tea helps when I need to clear my mind," he said, offering the mug to Izuku. "It might help you too."

Izuku accepted the mug, the warmth of the tea seeping into his hands. "Thanks, Todoroki," he murmured, appreciating the gesture. The simple kindness was a balm, even if only temporary.

"Oh, Deku!" Ashido suddenly called out, her voice full of excitement. "We're planning a little movie night later! It's gonna be a comedy—something to lighten the mood. You should totally join us!"

"Yeah, man!" Kirishima chimed in, throwing an arm around Izuku's shoulder. "We need someone to help us make fun of Kaminari's taste in movies!"

"Hey! My taste is impeccable, thank you very much!" Kaminari shot back, crossing his arms in mock indignation.

Laughter erupted again, and for a brief moment, Izuku felt the heavy cloud of his worries lift. But the lightness was fleeting, chased away by the cold reality of the powers he now possessed.

"I'm fine," Izuku finally said, forcing the words out with as much conviction as he could muster. "Really. I just need a little more time."

The room fell silent for a moment, tension hanging in the air. Bakugo's eyes narrowed, scrutinising him with an intensity that made Izuku's skin prickle. But eventually, Bakugo shrugged, pushing off the wall. "Whatever, nerd. But don't think you can keep this up forever."

The bluntness of Bakugo's words cut deep, but before Izuku could sink further into his thoughts, he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Uraraka smiling gently at him, her eyes full of understanding. "Take your time, Deku," she said softly. "We're here for you, no matter what."

The warmth in her words soothed him for a moment, like a gentle breeze on a stifling day. But the cold weight in his chest remained, an ever-present reminder of the burden he carried. How could he explain the storm raging inside him? How could he tell them that the power he once wielded with pride had become something twisted, something dangerous?

As his classmates returned to their conversations, the room gradually filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing again. But Izuku leaned back against the couch, his grip tightening around the mug of tea Todoroki had given him. He closed his eyes, trying to quiet the turmoil inside, if only for a little while. He wasn't ready to tell them—he wasn't sure he'd ever be ready—but for now, he would pretend, if only to keep them safe from the truth.

Later That Night: Alone in His Room

Izuku sat at his desk, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting long shadows across the room. His notebook lay open before him, filled with hastily scribbled notes and half-formed thoughts. The weight of everything was pressing down on him—the realization that the Quirks he now held weren't just tools but remnants of a terrifying legacy.

He stared at the page, his mind reeling. There were hundreds of Quirks within him now—some dormant, others active. And he had only scratched the surface of understanding them. It was overwhelming, like trying to map out an entire universe in his head.

He flipped to the section on"Decay."It was the first Quirk that had truly shaken him after inheriting All for One. He remembered the chaos Shigaraki had unleashed with it—the sheer destruction, the lives lost in seconds.

Decay:

Effect: A touch-based Quirk that disintegrates anything in contact with the user's fingers, rapidly breaking down both organic and inorganic material into dust.

Activation: Requires all five fingers to touch the target for the full effect, though partial decay can occur with fewer points of contact.

Limitation: Originally limited to a single object, but Shigaraki evolved it to spread decay through connected materials, allowing mass destruction.

Danger: Lethal to living organisms, causing instantaneous necrosis and irreversible damage.

He couldn't help but shudder. This was just one Quirk—one of the many now lurking within him. He had only begun to analyse it because he'd seen Shigaraki wield it so often in battle. But there were so many others—Quirks he hadn't even begun to explore, Quirks that had been used to crush, destroy, and manipulate.

His mind drifted to"Air Cannon."

Air Cannon:

Effect: Generates powerful bursts of compressed air from the user's hands, creating shockwaves capable of long-range attacks.

Force: The strength of the blast can vary from a concussive blow to a devastating, building-leveling force depending on the amount of air compressed.

Drawback: Excessive use at high intensity can strain the user's muscles and joints due to the recoil from the blasts.

He remembered how All for One had used it, hurling shockwaves that could tear apart anything in their path. The force behind the blasts had been terrifying, capable of levelling entire buildings. Izuku knew he could use this Quirk to keep enemies at bay from a distance, but the potential for collateral damage haunted him. Every Quirk seemed to come with a double edge—more power meant more potential for harm.

Turning the page, he examined"Rivet Stab."

Rivet Stab:

Effect: Summons several black tendrils, sharp as steel, that can extend from the user's body to impale, grab, or hold targets.

Strength: The tendrils can easily pierce through concrete and withstand tremendous force, making them useful for both offensive and defensive purposes.

Flexibility: The tendrils are highly maneuverable, able to shift direction quickly and strike with precision.

Limitation: Extended use requires concentration, and the more tendrils summoned, the more difficult it is to control their movements with precision.

These tendrils had always struck him as monstrous—inhuman weapons designed to inflict maximum pain. He had watched All for One and Shigaraki use them to skewer opponents without hesitation. And now… now those same tendrils were at his disposal. Izuku felt a wave of nausea at the thought of using them in combat. Could he really trust himself to wield something so dangerous without crossing a line?

His hand hesitated over his notes before turning to"Super Regeneration."

Super Regeneration:

Effect: Allows for the rapid healing of injuries, including severe wounds, broken bones, and internal damage.

Speed: The rate of healing depends on the severity of the injury but is significantly faster than normal human recovery.

Limitation: While the Quirk can heal physical damage, it cannot restore stamina, meaning exhaustion and mental fatigue remain unaffected. Additionally, the regeneration cannot fix injuries that occur simultaneously at an overwhelming rate, such as from a massive explosion.

This one had been a lifesaver for both All for One and Shigaraki in their battles, allowing them to survive injuries that would have killed anyone else. Izuku recognized its value—how it could keep him fighting longer, protecting him from the worst injuries. But it also worried him. Super Regeneration could make him reckless, overconfident. If he wasn't careful, he might start to rely on it too much, pushing himself to the brink of destruction because he knew his body could heal.

As he looked over his notes, Izuku realised with a sinking feeling that this was just the beginning. These were only the Quirks he had seen Shigaraki use firsthand. There were so many others buried within him—some he hadn't even identified yet, and others he didn't want to touch for fear of what they could do.

And the scariest part? He could feel them. All the time. Like whispers at the edge of his mind, waiting for him to call on them. It was as though All for One's legacy was alive within him, urging him to embrace the power, to lose himself in it.

His thoughts returned to the battle against Shigaraki—the way the Decay Quirk had spread through the ground, unstoppable, consuming everything in its path. Izuku clenched his fist. He couldn't allow himself to become that. No matter what, he wouldn't let the darkness take over. These Quirks were tools, nothing more. Tools that could be used for good if he learned to master them. But he needed to be vigilant. Because if he lost control, if he let even one of them slip through his grasp… it could mean disaster.

He sighed, closing the notebook with a heavy hand. There was still so much more to analyse, to understand. But for now, he had to take it one step at a time. The power was overwhelming, yes—but he had to believe that he could rise above it. He had to find a way to turn these twisted Quirks into something that could protect, not destroy.

He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts swirling. Hundreds of Quirks, each one a potential threat. But they were his now. And he would find a way to bear the weight of them all.

Notes:

every time i read a story where Izuku has both OFA and AFO, I feel like the merging is taken too lightly, I want to make it as big of a deal as it is supposed to be.
I have ideas where I want to take this fic and I do have a ship in mind, however I am conflicted, so any suggestions with reasoning will help a lot.

Let me know what you think of it, reviews are my fuel