Onxio: Mc could just hole up somewhere isolated or on another planet and outlive the next few generations
Re: Another planet might be stretching it, given the space program went to shit when everyone started professionally playing Cops & Robbers like five-year-olds and never really learned how to STOP. Him becoming a hermit, or more specifically a Hikikomori, I could easily see being the case. Especially since later in the series, Yuuei goes full on Evangelion, and then Sky High after that.
Sultan Asil Arslan-Hiatus: Heh, nice to see that Kenji is not just a goodie two shoes. Not everyone deals with the society's shit for years and decide that they just 'want to help people' like a certain walking broccoli.
Re: That's the problem with "Good Boy" characters. Sure, they're lovable and endearing from the start, but if they're also complete DOORMATS, they can get really boring really quickly. That's why I enjoy stories where Izuku actually grows a spinal column and isn't such a basic bitch. He was interesting up to the Sports Festival, but after that the Character "Izuku Midoriya" started to get less and less interesting; doubly-so when he basically turned into an Isekai Hero with multiple abilities in a world where everyone is only born with one if they're lucky.
The fact that the MHA world has the holy trinity of disenfranchised peoples in a power-based hierarchical society, only makes the comparison more apt. And So I'm All for One, So What? isn't the only story where I make this comparison.
To minh180621, the problem with [Overhaul] is that it's literally the opposite of Intuitive like other "Fire & Forget" Quirks where you can afford to be a bit of a Himbo. When I saw Overhaul in action, I immediately thought "Fullmetal Alchemist" what with him making people explode and the ground explode into spikes and the whole thing with "Human Transmutation". The "INT Requirement" to actually make use of [Overhaul] in any meaningful manner is literally mind-boggling, and even if he did get his hands on that Quirk, in the possession of an over-worked ex-desk drone without a specialized medical education it'd be next to useless.
Like how if Monoma were to copy Momo's [Creation], he'd only really be able to make shapeless lumps of random matter because Momo essentially makes herself a 3D Printer which takes an ungodly amount of math. Atomic formulae notwithstanding, the preparation to program a 3D Printer leaves zero room for error if you want anything with even the slightest iota of intricacy, and if Momo has to completely internalize that…
To Reptil, yeah, as a not-quite-a-Self-Insert, as Kenji Sato, I can vent a great deal of my frustrations for the Canon, and his words to All Might were satisfying to put down~
To LoamyCoffee, yeah, that is why members of the League were selected for him. Kenji didn't have any say in any of them except for "The Ogre", whose Quirk(s) he got to keep for himself in exchange for 4 Exchanges. Midoriya… Not a huge fan of him anymore; I can never trust a guy without a dark side. Bit of a doormat.
Lucas Oliveira (Guest): With enough time, will the MC be able to use 100% of all for one's power? Zamasu managed to do this to Goku's body after enough time
Will the MC have a relationship with a girl in the future? If so, I hope it's Mirko, after all, I really like her, besides, All for One's body also has white hair and red eyes, and it will get back to that with Eri's help or after the MC steals the overhaul quirk
Re: More Quirks doesn't mean "More Power", otherwise he'd have never lost to a meat-head like All Might. The issue that I see with AFO is, he never really "grew up" from that whiny bitch-baby that got popped out under that bridge; the fact that he had his sense of self even when fighting Bakugou and he de-aged to literal infancy, makes me think that he got his hands on a [Perfect Recall] Quirk very early, and because of that, he never let go of his "hangups"; that or he was wired to always remember.
Kenji has [All for One], but he also has the perspective of an "Isekai Protagonist", so he won't have the raw "stopping power" of All for One, nor would he want it, but he'd definitely be smarter about it.
As for the Pairing, yeah, there'll be a romance sub-plot, but he won't rush into anything because he's been "snubbed" so many times, on top of all the other stuff, he's going to doubt that any partner is going to be "legitimate". Hence he's going to be very discerning in a Life Partner; especially with various life-extending Quirks.
As for him getting his face back…~
Anywho, sorry for not updating sooner, but I figured after my latest batch of RWBY double-updates I can put some time down into this non-rotation story.
*SIAFO,SW?*
"The power of money truly is frightening," Nezu hummed thoughtfully as he leafed through the countless job offers from Tartarus' equivalent siblings and lesser prisons from across the globe, all forwarded to his desk.
With how-quickly word had spread on such a scale, there was either some kind of leak, or the spread of information had been intentional. Already, word was spreading that Muscular and Moonfish were being booted out of Tartarus for prisons (and psych wards respectively) on the mainland, and them being bereft of their Quirks wasn't exactly something you could hide for more than five minutes. Especially since a sentencing to Tartarus was largely considered a one-way trip.
Part of the issue that Nezu saw however was the pricing. Conversion rate between Yen to Yuan, Euros, and Dollars notwithstanding, many of the offers were severely underpricing for Kenji's services. Some expected travel fees to be paid out of pocket instead of including it with the offer. And of course, many were reluctant to let him leave with whatever Quirk he fancied for his own collection after the "one-for-four" he arranged with the Japanese HPSC.
Biggest issue of course was that the whole thing screamed "trap".
The former People's Republic of China, now known as the Federation of Chinese Nations after their "super-functionary" programs massively backfired and the China on the maps looked like stained glass, was just one example of Quirk users being held against their will. North Korea predictably imploded once Quirk users began to slip the net and helped overthrow the country from the inside, and even in the modern day, criminal cartels made use of forced meta-labor, either as combat assets, or for materials production. Momo Yaoyorozu for example would be the golden goose as it were, and if she were to ever venture overseas, she might need an entourage if she wanted to make it back to Japan in one piece. Even when Japan had an era of peace, human trafficking to and from the country still existed, and when one considered how All Might had ultimately failed to put All for One down as he'd intended six years ago…
Honestly, why no-one thought the multi-Quirked biological suicide bombers that targeted the Tokyo Sky Egg had anything to do with All for One, had been a massive oversight the Rat Principal couldn't understand. He had assumed that the others would figure it out and he wouldn't need to say something, but…
That, in of itself, lent credence to Kenji's and his own theories regarding "the complete cessation of critical thinking skills" after the manifestation of Quirks in early prepubescence. Doubly so because All Might's presence as the "sole guiding pillar" of their society, had inevitably made Heroes complacent. Lazy, even. More-focused on watching world problems play out instead of trying to solve them.
Already, Japan's current stock of Heroes were proving incapable of maintaining the peace that All Might had fought and bled entrails all over the street for. News stations were attempting to hide it, to fudge the numbers with slight pressuring from the HPSC, but it was impossible to conceal the fact that crime rates were rising. In a few more days, the crime rate would eclipse the double-digit threshold; something that hadn't happened in Japan in decades.
"I can't read the papers, even with all these Quirks, but I can still hear the shuffling."
"It's a winning business model to be sure," Nezu hummed as Kenji sipped tea on his couch, his minder standing awkwardly off to the side.
"Well, until I have the power of two human eyes again, I severely doubt I'll travel overseas. Even going back down into Tartarus was reeeeally pushing my comfort zone. And I was literally blind for the whole thing."
"Good to know, 'cause as your agent, I advise against doing so."
"Advice noted," Kenji hummed. "So… About that other thing~"
"Ah yes, that thing~" Nezu chuckled.
"What thing?" Moko asked before she even realized.
" . . . Moko, could you please give us the room for a minute?" Kenji asked.
"Oh… Um, yes. Yes, I can," she nodded, quickly making herself scarce as the man and Nezu leaned in, whispering in hushed tones.
*SIAFO,SW?*
Toshinori Yagi, back when he had to worry about his Quirk's "uptime", had never really been able to eat lunches in the cafeteria with students or faculty. Couldn't share a moment of repose with those he was meant to shape.
Well, technically speaking he'd barely been able to "eat" at all, but recent acquaintanceships had opened up workarounds to the condition that had been plaguing him for six going-on years now.
The actual process of eating the food had a bit of a learning curve to it since he traded one infirmity for another in this arrangement, but that he was able to eat pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, and hash browns, the former No.1 Hero would go beyond, plus ultra-style!
*SIAFO,SW?*
At around the same time, Izuku Midoriya had broken away from his friends in order to pursue a line of inquiry that had been plaguing his thoughts ever since he learned that the subject of recent societal scrutiny had been taken into All Might's protective custody at Yuuei. More-specifically, because he spotted the man eating an American-style breakfast, for lunch, while All Might nursed a cup of tea and watched something on his phone. The expression on his sensei's face was completely alien to him, but he supposed watching the entirety of one's lifework slowly erode in front of you would dampen anyone's mood.
"A-Ano… Excuse me, Sato-san."
"Over here. I'm on a loaner," All Might(?) suddenly spoke up, his voice the same but the tone completely different.
"I'm… I'm sorry… what?" Izuku asked, probably sounding quite foolish as he stared from one adult to the other with eyes widened like saucers.
All Might(?) for his part could only let out a tired sigh before he set down his phone and pointed bony index fingers; one at himself and one at the body of All for One. All Might(?) then proceeded to make slow zig-zagging motions with his fingertips before picking up speed. After several seconds of the pantomiming the man stopped, giving the boy a tired look.
To his credit, Izuku thought he could've taken longer to figure out what was being told to him.
"Wh-Wh! Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh! Why would you swap bodies like this?!" Izuku cried as he head-whipped from one to the other, drawing the attention of those in the cafeteria.
Or rather, drawing more attention.
"Because he can't eat solid food and YouTube videos don't come in brail," All Might(?) replied flippantly before picking up his phone and returning to his task, Kenji Sato(?) downing his mouthful of food before turning Izuku's way, shielding his eye sockets with a hand before a disturbingly-familiar smile pulled across an unfamiliar face.
"Midoriya, it's good to see you well. Did you have a question about class?"
" . . . "
*SIAFO,SW?*
*Thump*
"Ah! Midoriya!"
"Leave him be. I don't want you getting me into hot water by making my body handle a pubescent child," Kenji Sato stated brusquely.
"B-But we can't just leave him like this!" Toshinori Yagi protested.
The next moment an electronic chime came through from the PA system.
"Kenji Sato, report to the principal's office. Kenji Sato, report to the principal's office," the familiar voice of Principal Nezu announced before the line went dead.
"Well, guess my time's up," Kenji shrugged. "Change-"
"Hold on a sec! I think I've still-"
"-now."
*FWOOSH!*
"-got some food… left," Toshinori deadpanned after finding himself back in his original body, the return of his eyes allowing him to see the delicious morsels left un-eaten upon a plate that had once been his. "Awww."
"If you missed eating solid food that much, maybe you should've taken better care of your body," Kenji said as he got to his feet, walking stick in hand and air tank trailing behind as Moko got up from her seat and helped guide him out of the cafeteria.
*SIAFO,SW?*
When people hear the words "plastic surgery", they think Hollywood starlets getting nose and/or boob jobs, or leading men getting their faces altered to make themselves into heartthrobs and/or enlarging the potential engorgement ratio of their genitalia. In terms of popularity for recreational use, cosmetic alteration didn't become popular until the 1970s and 80s. In actuality however, the earliest recorded use of plastic surgery was mentioned in a 1600 BC Egyptian medical text in regards to a broken nose. Romans used cosmetic surgery, albeit through simple techniques, to repair damaged ears as far back as the 1st century BC, though for religious purposes, they didn't dissect either humans or animals. Human history in of itself was filled with cosmetic surgery, body alterations taking place all over the world for all sorts of reasons; elongating necks, widening earlobes, shrinking feet, the list went on.
Back before Quirks began to manifest, South Korea was the country with the highest percentage of plastic surgeries in the world, followed by Greece and Italy, the United States falling below the fifth rank. Rhinoplasty, liposuction, and blepharoplasty were the most popular types people would shell out their life savings for.
When Quirks began to manifest, at first it was only Emitter-Types like the "Luminescent Baby" in Qing Qing City, China. In the chaos to follow, Transformation-Types began to appear, completely upending what people thought they knew about Meta-Abilities. However, it wasn't until the first Mutant-Type Quirks began to manifest in earnest that people truly began to fear losing what it meant to be "human". For things like horns and tails, those could be treated easily enough with cosmetic surgery, but when people started getting born with horse faces, if not having that transformation manifest spontaneously in the midst of puberty, that was truly the point when plastic surgery hit its insurmountable wall.
And it wasn't only for cosmetic purposes. Some Quirks were outright dangerous to the people wielding them. Horns that threatened to curve back into tender areas, corkscrewing nails that made mundane tasks completely impossible, lengthening of limbs that caused countless medical complications. And then there were the countless cases of those that had been mutilated by Villain attacks…
And why is all this information pertinent, you might be asking?
Because Kenji Sato, with his meta-knowledge about how things in "worlds like this one" probably worked, he was able to help Nezu pin down the sort of person that had the Quirk he needed to fix up his face with almost frightening accuracy.
And just what sort of person did Kenji single out?
Why, a plastic surgeon, of course~
"It almost boggles the mind how spot-on you can be about these things," Nezu hummed as he and his 'client' stood in Yuuei's loading dock.
"I'm not particularly smart. It's just that people in this world get kind of predictable after a while."
"Hm, indeed," Nezu nodded.
Something he and Kenji had discussed at-length was the growing tendency of prepubescents to base the entirety of their identity around their Quirks; something which caused their personality to only grow further caustic all the way into their adolescence. Not only did those with powerful, flashy Quirks "like top Heroes" become seduced by their power and the praise they received just by merit of existing, but those whose Quirks gave them a predisposition towards niche societal roles almost invariably became entrenched in what their meta-abilities allowed them to excel in.
Of course, just because some people with flashy Quirks became Heroes, didn't always mean they should become Heroes. And in the case of those that didn't make the cut, either before or after graduation, Hero Course dropouts often became so-entrenched in the feeling of superiority that using their Quirk gave them, they almost inevitably turned to Villainy to get their "fix".
Which was exactly why Nezu, with Kenji's prompting, was able to make arrangements so-rapidly.
Arrangements that All for One, as entrenched in the modern-day "power fantasy" as he was, had sorely overlooked all these years.
"They're here," Recovery Girl hummed, Toshinori at her side as they watched a patrol car pull up alongside. Stepping out from the shotgun seat was a middle-aged Asian man in sandals, khaki shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt; not that Kenji had any eyes to see the man with. Ethnically, the man was Korean, formerly an American national, and was attempting to vanish into one country or another's wilderness with his life savings when Nezu reached out to him with a solution that would benefit all parties involved.
"So, this the man who beat All for One, huh?" the plastic surgeon hummed in a very thick accent, his Japanese somewhat passable. "His clothes make me want to gouge my eyes out."
"Do that on your own time if you have to," Kenji huffed out. "You got the goods?"
"Do you?" the man asked, Kenji withdrawing a small handful of coins from his pocket before making them orbit above his palm like planets, courtesy of an average [Telekinesis] Quirk. "Okay, so you do."
"How do I know that you do?"
"Fine, fine, I can give a free sample too," the man replied as he stepped forward, Recovery Girl's hackles rising at the man's presence as he rubbed his hands together before massaging the middle of Kenji's face and upper lip. To Nezu and even Chiyo's amazement, the scar tissue on the face of All for One was wiped clean like mud from glass, allowing the man's own [Super Regeneration] to re-grow his nose; one that Kenji poked and prodded at experimentally for a few seconds before taking a very deep breath after spending weeks doing without.
"I smell… hair product…?" he said half-amazed, half-confused.
"Veterinary shampoo~ Give my coat a lovely sheen~" Nezu chuckled. "I take it our guest's Quirk is up to expectations?"
"And then some," Kenji nodded. "Love it when a plan comes together~"
The biggest problem with straight regeneration Quirks was that apart from not being able to heal over carbonized cells, scar tissue was another. It was why the Noumu at the USJ had scars littering its arms despite having a regeneration Quirk; possibly from fighting other Noumu in the experimental stage before it was selected as the "Anti-Symbol of Peace". Why All for One never thought of getting his hands on a Quirk like [Scar Removal] was beyond All Might after he caught wind of Kenji & Nezu's plan, but Kenji just repeated a point he'd made earlier.
"It's because All for One was a complete idiot."
Toshinori wasn't sure what to think of the man after Kenji crapped out a plan in five minutes that happened to work out so well. At least from what the "demo" displayed…
"So then we have deal? You swap Quirks, I get money and new identity, vanish into countryside."
"Oh yes, we 'have deal'," Kenji nodded as he placed a palm on his forehead, and then on the Korean man's after the man guided it onto a comfortable spot. The palm to his own forehead wasn't really necessary, nor was it necessary to let the other guy guide his hand, but both helped the man feel at ease that he wasn't getting flat-out robbed.
There wasn't any visible indicator; not one they could really see, but the others felt a certain sense of "wrongness" transpire around them as the Quirks [Telekinesis] and [Scar Removal] swapped places; like trading Pokémon in the latest game.
The plastic surgeon flexing his hands, he proceeded to drop his old passport before catching it in mid-air with his new Quirk, a pleased smile coming to his face as he drew it back in.
"A pleasure doing business with you~ Make sure to enjoy new face~" he said as Kenji handed him a briefcase filled with Japanese currency and documents, the man stepping back into the patrol car and being driven off after chucking his old passport in the nearest trash can.
"So it really was that easy…" All Might deadpanned as he stared at the nose on All for One's scarred face.
"Yes. Yes it was," Kenji nodded as he proceed to rub his hands together, his fingertips going up to his face only for a syringe-shaped cane to smack him in the leg.
"Not so fast, buster. I need to make sure there weren't any complications in the regeneration process," Chiyo chastised angrily. "Follow me to the infirmary. You can try for more after I give you the green light for that nose job."
"Fine…" Kenji huffed as he followed after, grabbing at his oxygen mask only to realize, he didn't actually need it anymore, a light chuckle coming to his lips as he left the mask on its hook.
Something that All Might was quick to notice too, while for Nezu, it wasn't any surprise at all.
*SIAFO,SW?*
"So… What's the verdict?" Toshinori asked after Chiyo gave Kenji's face a thorough once-over, twice-over, thrice-over, and whatever came after 'thrice'.
" . . . It's a full recovery. No malformed sinus tissues or capillaries. His olfactory response is within normal limits, barring extra Quirks. His nose and upper lip both have completely recovered," Chiyo answered after a long moment.
"If the Quirk works so well, why'd that man give it up, then?"
"Because he was being sued for medical malpractice, and he had to vanish into the countryside…" Chiyo grumbled, not liking the fact that some hack doctor was being given a new lease on life after all the lives he'd ruined with shoddy medical practices.
"Well it's not like your Quirk was going to help me gain the power of 'two human eyes'," Kenji chuffed with pointed fingers at All for One's scarred-over eye sockets.
"Perhaps, but I still don't have to like it," the Youthful Hero pouted.
"Yeah, that's great; okay then!" he said clapping his hands loudly together before rubbing them enthusiastically. "Time to practice medicine."
"You're not a doctor, so you aren't allowed to use that Quirk on anyone without my express say-so."
"Hai, hai."
Rubbing at his face like he were applying sunscreen, the scar tissue over the eye sockets disappeared before their very eyes; Kenji himself continued to rub at the spot because it was the only way to get the "De-Scarifying Field" he felt extending from his hands as he used the Quirk to penetrate deep into his head and get absolutely all of the scar tissue. After several minutes more, thin creases began to form separating each eyelid into two, the flaps of skin snapping open allowing crimson-colored eyes to open for the first time in years, the body-snatcher hissing as the artificial lighting burned at his retinas.
"Remind me again why All for One never thought of this sooner?" Chiyo asked as she watched Kenji rub at his eyes until they finished adjusting.
"Like I said, All for One was a complete idiot," Kenji dismissed as he rubbed at the edges of his eyelids, white eyelashes growing into place at an accelerated rate.
"He even had a hair-growing Quirk?" Toshinori gawped incredulously as Kenji 'rubbed sunscreen' above his eyes, the brows regenerating in short order.
"That or [Super Regeneration] restored it to 'factory default' from before you smeared his brains all over the concrete," Kenji shrugged as he smoothed them out before turning his eyes to a mirror in Chiyo's office. "Hmmmm… Not quite a fan of that nose…" he mused as he held his chin. "But it'd be pretty lame to wanna go under the knife just because of that," he said as he furiously rubbed at his scarred-over scalp, something twisting in Toshinori's gut as he watched 'All for One' return to his former glory so-easily, right before his eyes. "Well…" the man hummed as he held a loch of white hair between his fingers. "It's certainly a distinctive look."
"It's almost frightening how-potent combining [Scar Removal] with a regeneration Quirk can be…" Chiyo hummed, not disturbed for quite the same reason as Toshinori, but still unsettled nonetheless.
"Yup," Kenji hummed as he rubbed at his neck for any lingering scar tissue. "Well, I'm gonna go wash my hair. Maybe take the scenic route back."
A moment later he looked down at himself.
"And then after that, maybe get out of this suit," he said tugging at the gaudily-colored fabric. "It was funny when I had All for One's potato head and didn't have to look at it, but now that I have the power of 'two human eyes' again, now I want to gouge my eyes out."
Chiyo and Toshinori couldn't bring themselves to say anything else as Kenji departed their company, the door clicking shut in his wake, with cane and air tank left behind.
"Toshinori, I know what you're thinking."
"What am I thinking?"
"You're thinking that this undermines your victory from six years ago," the old lady huffed as she rested on her cane. "It doesn't. You still beat him, for a time, and even though you had a rematch that leveled half a ward, it wasn't like he was back at full power either."
"Yes, except now there's someone else at the helm that's able to use that accursed Quirk far better than he…" Toshinori grumbled as he glared ruefully at the abandoned cane. "Not to mention he's become so-disenfranchised with superhuman society, he has no care for anyone but himself. All the good he could do for the world, and he attaches a price tag to it…"
"Well, how would you feel if you spent your entire life treated as a second-class citizen, having every iota of dignity chipped away piece by piece by people who see themselves as superior until there was nothing left but an emaciated husk of a human being?" Chiyo countered. "Not everyone is as altruistic as Midoriya. Heck, it's a miracle he didn't leave that other boy to die after all the abuse he was given all his prepubescent life."
"Yeah, but still…" Toshinori grumbled, stalling for a counterpoint that'd never come.
"Just leave Kenji to his own devices. There's absolutely nothing wrong with looking out for one's own self-interest as long as it doesn't hurt others," Chiyo chastised before lightly poking at his scarred-over abdomen. "You know, as I recall, you did get a stomach transplant once upon a time, but you refused to sit back long-enough for it to set in, so you wound up blowing it out like an O-Ring; hence that patch-job you're dealing with now."
The former No.1 Hero clutched at the remains of his stomach, grumbling under his breath.
He was sure that if Kenji ever recovered any of All for One's memories pertaining to that and did the mental gymnastics needed, he'd have some scathing remarks about "toxic amounts of altruism" and some such…
*SIAFO,SW?*
"M-Mr. Sato! Y-Your face!" Moko gasped, torn between the impulse to retreat from the face of the man that had done so much to hurt so many, and the impulse to draw nearer because of how… handsome he looked…~
"Well, technically 'his face', but I get your meaning," the now de-scarred man chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, white lochs shuffling even as his eyes squinted in the light. "Ugh. Well, at least this guy wasn't near-sighted or anything. Unless he stole a "20/20 Vision" Quirk or something, but then, how the hell would you test for that?"
"So I take it this is what you and Nezu-san have been working on…?" Moko asked, eyes tilted down lest he find out who she was.
It was easy to hide from his scrutiny because he had been literally blind, but she had thought she had more time to work with. To come up with an apology that'd actually mean something and not sound like desperate platitudes.
"Yes. And that it worked out so well, only reaffirms the belief I have that All for One was a complete idiot," Kenji waved off as he drank in the Yuuei grounds for the first time, a few of the students whispering and pointing but otherwise refusing to approach. "Then again, only stupid people turn to crime for a paycheck."
"What do you mean?" Moko blinked.
"Only the obvious. Sure, you've got money in the short-term if you steal it instead of work for it, but you can't really spend it, and you'll always be looking over your shoulder. And at the end of the day, what kind of life is that?"
"I mean, when you put it that way…" Moko admitted.
"It's why the life of a Villain seems so attractive at a glance. You can get 'a month's earnings' with one heist, but they don't exactly advertise the utter shitstorm that comes after. Everyone thinks they're smarter than the IRS, but they aren't. Hell, even All for One reported his yearly earnings in one form or another. After Al Capone got done in for tax evasion, most-everyone started catching wise. But that's just the thing about superhuman society; everyone's forgotten their history, no-one remembers there was a time before meta-abilities; that there was ever a time when you could be a hero without wearing tacky cosplay and making a complete jackass of yourself."
"You're a history buff? I never knew that."
"Well, why would you?" Kenji chuffed.
Moko wanted to respond, but then it hit her that if she did, she'd be ousting herself if he didn't already know, and if he already did, he was having her on for a lark before he dropped the other shoe on her.
Because even though it didn't seem like it, the first shoe had already fallen. She'd given him her real name instead of an alias, and now that he could see again, it was only a matter of time before he confronted her about the inter-company drinking party. He'd either fire her from her current job because of that, as was within his right to do, or he'd fire her for not coming out and telling him herself because he already knew, and stalling would only make it worse.
"Huh. Guess it really never dawned on me that I was a home owner until just now," Kenji hummed as they arrived as his residence, the man drinking it all in with literally new eyes.
As the man gave his residence a walk-around, Moko remembered something her mother had once said to her.
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all."
Of course, since her parents were hardline Quirk Supremacists, something that seemed perfectly normal at the time, she didn't think anything of it as she called Kenji "Quirkless garbage" and "a waste of air", making a huge scene in front of Kami and everyone as she mercilessly lambasted him for something beyond his control.
And now she very well might have to pay for it in full. She'd already been blacklisted from her industry as the woman that "cost All Might his powers", so this gig as a personal assistant was really her last shot before she might very well have to leave the country and change her name.
Sure, people got flak for "getting Heroes killed" all the time, even if it was largely circumstantial, but this was All Might that she'd been seen being used as leverage against.
Maybe it was a little hypocritical of her, given all she'd said and done, but she really hoped Kenji had just-enough decency left in him that he wouldn't put his foot up his ass just because it'd make him feel better. She wanted to hope that he'd be able to "be the bigger person", let bygones be bygones.
But at the same time, she wouldn't blame him if he didn't.
*OMAKE*
"Gentleman. And lady. I called you here today because there is a great travesty we need to address," Kenji Sato hummed from the head of the table in Yuuei's board room behind steepled fingers, the Pro Heroes Eraser Head, Present Mic, Cementoss, Midnight, Snipe, Ectoplasm, Power Loader, Vlad King, as well as Toshinori arrayed down the lines of the table.
"How exactly did you get us to agree to come here?" Eraser Head groaned tiredly.
*Pop!*
"Because he had meeeeee~" Nezu beamed excitedly as he popped out the collar of Kenji's All Might-styled hoodie.
"Well, at least it's not me," Aizawa hummed as he rolled his neck.
"So what's so important y'all called in the teachers?" Snipe inquired as Kenji fought to get Nezu out of his hoodie through the collar.
"Well, mind you, if this only happened one or two times, I wouldn't have raised a fuss about it," the former SE said as he finally got the principal free. "However, that it happened three times is what had me so worried."
"It must be serious if you're coming to us for help…" Vlad King muttered with crossed arms.
"So, there I was in the hallway…"
"Oooh~ I like where this is going~" Midnight purred.
"Ignore her," Eraser Head sighed as the R-Rated Hero squirmed… 'enthusiastically' in her seat.
"I was taking in the sights because, you know, 'two human eyes'," Kenji said pointing to his functioning eyeballs, "when I passed by a couple of third-years in the hallway. I didn't think anything of it until one of them dropped something from her pocket. When I picked it up to give it back to her… Huuuuugh."
Even Nezu could tell that that full-body shudder came from a place of deep, personal revulsion.
"She made a pervy face at me like Midnight on national television, and inside the paper… was her phone number…!"
"How do you know she was being serious?" Eraserhead asked, bringing up the obvious.
"Sensory Quirks. That's how I knew she was actually horny; for me," Kenji deadpanned.
"Oh, well welcome to the club then!" Present Mic grinned as he began to clap, the other teachers following suit.
"Are… Are you having me on for a lark?!" Kenji gawped incredulously.
"No, they're all just mental," Eraser Head huffed gruffly.
"Welcome to the club, Mr. Sato!" Midnight beamed with way too much enthusiasm.
"What 'club'?! I'm not even a member of the faculty!"
"You're a living deterrent to the League of Villains, so that's good enough," Nezu chirped.
"Why, I remember my first propositioning from an under-aged listener," Present Mic hummed nostalgically. "I mean, obviously I said 'no', but you can't say you've made it to the big time until you've had adoring fans make a pass at you! Isn't that right, All Might?"
"I'd rather not think about it…" Toshinori hummed, remembering the time the material on the bottom of his costume actually got torn from all the pinches.
"Is there something in the water here?! Do I need to start buying my own!?"
"No, no, humans are just quite horny," Nezu chirped amusedly. "You wouldn't believe the depravities people have tried to extend toward me~"
"Well, as long as All for One's tastes weren't... too diverse, I don't think I'll have to worry about those people..."
"Out of a professional curiosity, was she cute~?" Midnight grinned.
"Is everyone at this school mental?" Kenji deadpanned.
"You have to be a little mental if you wanna make it in our industry," Power Loader hummed.
"Don't lay hands on any of my students and you'll be fine," Vlad King hummed.
"I ain't gonna lay hands on any students, even if the Age of Consent in this country is sixteen!" Kenji growled between fits of dry heaving. "If anyone, you should be worried about this pervert."
"Good sir, I'll have you know I am no mere 'pervert'!" Midnight gasped, sounding scandalized. "I am…! A SUUUUPER PERVERT!" she said getting up on the table and striking a pose, snapping her flogger whip through the air.
"Remind me again how we haven't gotten our asses sued off for making her a teacher?" Eraser Head inquired.
"Sophia Nishikiniomiya's regime was far more harmful to developing minds~"
"Right. The ultra-prude," Eraser Head grumbled.
Turns out that when you try to push for the complete destruction of all pornographic material and thoughts from the country that invented "The Dream of a Fisherman's Wife", using methods that included but were not limited to electronic tracking devices that police a person's every spoken word and dextral gesture, people take certain exception to that.
"So it's just normal for high school girls to make bedroom eyes at grown-ass men?" Kenji grumbled.
"Only if they've got major 'dad energy'~" Midnight purred giving him a lidded gaze. "If you need a refresher course, I'd be more than willing to give you some... after-school sessions~"
"That's it, meeting's over," Kenji said as he hit the 'emergency escape button' for that conversation.
*AN*
Originally, the Omake was going to be folded into this chapter as a main scene where he tried to dunk his head in Lunch Rush's deep fryer similar to Deadpool when his face got fixed (because a highschool-aged girl gave him "bedroom eyes"), but in retrospect I realized that was a little too wacky (even for an MHA satire), so I decided to segregate it into a comedy skit.
Because let's be real, in a world as diverse as that one, it isn't only Midnight who'd be propositioned by high school students if they were feeling particularly adventurous. She just happens to be the only one on Yuuei's staff that openly gets horny about the antics of high schoolers.
But I digress.