'You getting up any time soon?'

Katsumi groaned, shoving her head back into her pillow. Toshinori opened the door, looking into the room. Before she arrived he spent the day making sure all the rooms were as clean as possible. He hadn't noticed it with how dark it was last night, but within a couple of hours, Katsumi had managed to turn it into a pigstye, throwing clothes all over the floor and littering the desk with posters and wires. He chuckled as he looked at his daughter, sprawled on the bed, the duvet seeming too hot to sleep under and thrown on the floor.

'C'mon, there's miso soup for breakfast, then we can go shopping.'

She reluctantly sat up, rubbing her face with her hands.

'Ugh, let me wash my face and I'll come down,' she groaned groggily into her hands.

He chuckled, 'Okay, I'll heat it up.'

Her dad left and she slowly stood up. Throwing the duvet back on the bed she kicked the clothes to the wall in a half-assed attempt to clear the room. She twisted her upper body, the satisfying crack of her back making her smile. She continued stretching her legs and arms, feeling a bit stiff from the flight.

Once she was done she went to the bathroom, splashing her face with water and cleaning her crusty eyes. Last night she had chucked her cosmetics bag behind the mirror. Taking it out she quickly moisturised and put on some mascara. She was just putting on some chapstick when her dad called her from downstairs.

Katsumi felt much lighter as she sat down at the table than when she had last night. Dad had put out a small bowl of rice and a bowl of miso soup in front of her. She thanked him and started to dig in.

'So where we going today?'

'There's a mall near here, there's plenty of clothing shops there.'

'Okay cool,' Katsumi stopped eating and looked up at him, 'Uh, won't it cause trouble if people see us together? Like after people find out who I am?'

Toshinori shook his head, 'It should be fine, everyone sees hundreds of people everyday it's impossible to remember everyone you see.' he paused, 'But security footage may be an issue… it would be a disaster if this form is revealed to the world.'

'I could just say you're my uncle.' Katsumi offered.

'Smart, that will have to be the worst-case scenario, seeing as we're going somewhere with a lot of cameras could you change your appearance a bit?' he gestured to her face, 'Maybe your hair or eyes.'

'Hm, can't change my hair cuz the cells are dead but I can do the face,' Katsumi raised her eyebrows, 'but isn't that unlawful use of a quirk in a-'

'Yes! Yes it is,' Toshinori shook his head, 'but this is necessary.'

Katsumi laughed, 'Okay, that's fine. It's not like it'll drain me that much.'

The Symbol of Peace needed to remain a strong, unbeatable force in the minds of the people. If anyone found out he was a skinny, ill-looking man for most of the day, villains might get a bit more… brave. Katsumi's quirk was ridiculously useful, disguising herself wasn't even the main aspect of her quirk, he counted himself lucky that it would be so easy to hide his weakened form when eventually the public was introduced to her as his daughter.

After eating Katsumi went back upstairs to change. She put on a plain white top and some running shorts. The only shoes she had were running trainers too, plain white ones luckily but she still looked like she was about to work out. Oh well.

She went to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Taking deep breaths she focused herself, she had to be delicate with this. Staring at her eyes she brought her finger to the sides and pulled downwards gently, her skin followed her, her eyes becoming rounder. Taking her hand she pressed it down on her nose, the structure flattening. She then focused on the colour, and the blue quickly faded into a very dark brown. When she opened her eyes a doe-eyed girl that looked a whole lot younger and sweeter stared back.

'That should be okay.'

Transforming her face was a little harder than her body, it required much more focus and precision than turning her knuckles into iron. But when it was done it was easy to keep up, she didn't have to think about a change in her body if it was static and the small changes she had made to her appearance didn't take much energy at all. It was the part of her quirk that resembled her mothers, she had instructed her how to use it efficiently years ago. She was quite good at it, though it would have little use in battle.

She brushed her teeth while Dad got changed. He was waiting at the door as she walked down the stairs. All his clothes were huge on him seeing as he needed them to fit when he transformed. Katsumi's chest tightened at the sight of him, the clothes made him seem even skinnier than he was.

He blinked as he saw her walk down the stairs.

'You look more like how I remember you now,' he smiled, 'minus the hair.'

Katsumi grinned, 'I only bleached my hair recently.'

'I was surprised. I barely recognised you at the airport.'

'Well it makes us look more alike don't you think?'

Toshinori laughed, 'I don't think you'd wanna look like me, it's a good thing you got your mum's looks.'

She frowned. As her Dad opened the door and walked to the car she stared after him. He was so frail, it wasn't fair. He was far from perfect but he was the most courageous man she had ever known. For his selflessness, the universe had rewarded him with only struggle.

'Dad,' sat in the car she stared down, 'I've missed you,' she mumbled just loudly enough for Toshinori to hear as they stopped at a red light.

Toshinori looked over at her, 'I missed you too kiddo.'

Katsumi bit her cheek, 'Thank you, for giving me another chance.' She continued to stare down as she spoke, her hands clutched tightly.

'Hahaha!'

Her head whipped around to look at her Dad, laughing. The expression of annoyance on Katsumis's face soon turned to shock when his laughter turned to coughing up blood.

'Holy shit Dad,' she jumped at the sight of the blood, 'are you good?'

He kept coughing as he grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth clean. As he did a loud honk came from behind them.

'Dad the light,' Katsumi glanced behind them.

'Yeah,' he coughed again, 'I got it.'

He continued driving, his coughing dying down.

'Anyways,' he rubbed his throat, 'what were we saying!' he laughed.

Katsumi looked at him frowning. 'Dad…'

'Oh right.' he ignored her worried expression, 'Katsumi, I won't lie' he chuckled, 'I was quite shocked when you're Mum called me screaming about how you had been arrested, but honestly,' he glanced at her, 'I'm almost glad.'

'Really?' She raised an eyebrow, that was a sentence she hadn't expected.

'Well yeah, because if it's fighting you want to do, I can actually help you with that. And,' Toshinori grimaced, 'I admit I've been a shitty Dad, I wasn't good with being there for you even before your mother and I split. But now I swear I'll do better. And with you wanting to become a hero? That's something I'm actually able to help with!'

Katsumi watched him, taking a moment before speaking.

'Yeah.'

Being a hero... Had she actually said that's what she wanted? Katsumi hadn't planned on ever becoming a hero, but she did like fighting. Other people may have wanted to be a hero just for that, to be able to fight strong opponents legally. But that went against Katsumi's beliefs. To her a hero should be someone who only cared about saving others, any other reason muddied the title.

Yet there she was, in Japan with the intention of joining one of the most sought-after hero schools in the world. She was aware of how hypocritical it was to preach about how heroes don't care about saving people when she was about to become a hero with little interest in saving people.

Sat in the car, her Dad happily chatting about how great UA would be with him helping her to become a hero, she made a promise to herself. Even if it didn't come naturally, even if she hated what heroes had done to the public, she would try to save as many people as she could. If she just pushed herself as far as she could go to defeat villains, that was helping people right? Even if people got caught in the crossfire or ignored because all the heroes were busy fighting. The civilians too cowardly to help…

'Gosh, are we there yet!' Katsumi's leg bounced as she tried to somehow justify herself taking part in a system she hated.

'Yeah, yeah just here. This place is pretty big so you shouldn't have trouble finding stuff you like.'

Toshinori was not surprised by his daughter's interest in fashion, that was normal for girls her age right? But he didn't expect her to be so picky. Not only that but as a father he wasn't particularly thrilled with the sorts of clothes his teenage daughter seemed to gravitate to. She seemed to favour the smallest tops and bottoms possible, tight tank tops with bright animal patterns and short denim shorts with rips. He felt quite out of place in the bright shops, luckily it was a workday so they were mostly empty.

Despite the shopping trip being for clothes, they seemed to end up in the jewellery section quite a bit, Katsumi was more than happy to look for more earrings for the many holes in her ear. She absolutely took advantage of his wallet, constantly drifting over to the most expensive stores. That was what she was used to though, and it wasn't like he was tight on money. He did think it was funny though how she somehow only ended up in the expensive stores when she had no prior knowledge of the Japanese stores.

In each store, she would take her time feeling the clothes and deciding what materials she liked best. Once she had picked out a pile of clothes she would go to the changing room and spend forever in there.

'I have to undo my transformation each time! I'm not taking that long, why don't you just wander around while I'm in there?'

'Why do you have to transform?' Toshinori asked her as she put about a third of the clothes she had tried back on the shelf.

'To make sure it actually looks good on me with my actual face!'

He sighed as she passed him the single bag she was holding. Both his hands were full of colourful bags of varied sizes at that point.

Per Katsumi's request, they had a hot pot as a late lunch. The restaurant was fancy with separate rooms for each group. Toshinori watched as his daughter happily ordered more than enough for the two of them. Once the food came she took her phone out to take pictures of it. She ended up morphing back into her natural face so she could get a photo of them together before digging in. He let her get through a good amount of her share before he began the conversation. He had been practising it in his head ever since it had been decided she would be moving in with him. Hoping that the new clothes, jewellery and food had put her into a forgiving mood he took a deep breath in and began.

'While we're alone here, there's something we need to discuss.' He held his hands together and rested them on the table as he spoke.

'Oh? What is it?'

Katsumi didn't look up from the pork she was roasting as he spoke.

'Hey,' Toshinori said sternly, 'look at me this is important.'

'Yeah okay, I'm listening.' She said seriously, looking at him.

'Right, you remember how I told you about that quirkless kid.'

'Uhhhh yes.' Katsumi picked up a bit of pork and popped it into her mouth.

'I actually met him before that happened, him trying to save that boy from that villain that is. He was being attacked by the same villain and I saved him. I was running out of time at that point and so I jumped away, the thing is he had more questions for me, he's a big All Might fan you see.'

Katsumi's face scrunched as she chewed, of course, he was an All Might fan, pretty much everyone was an All Might fan. It was weird when you knew the man everyone idolised as above human as your Dad.

'Well, he grabbed onto my leg so I had to drop him off onto a roof. I ended up transforming in front of him-'

'Wait what? Seriously?' Katsumi exclaimed her mouth still full. She quickly shut her mouth and swallowed what was left in her mouth, 'What happened then?'

Toshinori wiped a bit of chewed-up pork from his face, 'He was shocked but he agreed to keep it to himself. I explained what had happened, well the basics- the same amount that you know.'

'Uh yeah.' Katsumi nodded. All her parents had told her was that it was a villain who hated All Might who had injured him. She had also been told that the villain was dead, but whether they just said that to ease her worries or they actually thought that she wasn't sure. Probably the latter.

'Well he wanted to know if he could still be a hero without a quirk, and I told him no. But still after that, later on, he almost killed himself trying to save that boy…

Toshinori sighed, he had to get this over with, 'I haven't told you this but the reason I decided to start teaching at UA is because I was searching for a successor?'

'Successor? To what?' Katsumi looked away as she poked at some noodles with her chopsticks.

'My quirk.'

Katsumi stared at her father's eyes, his deep, sunken eyes. 'Right…'

'My quirk has been the topic of many speculations. I always avoid the topic, I never even told your mother. It's one of the reasons I'm not on your birth certificate.'

Katsumi took a deep breath in, her brow rising as she back looked down at the table.

'You see it was given to me.' Toshinori spoke with a passion she only heard when he spoke about hero work, 'It is a quirk that is passed on, each new person cultivating it and making it stronger. One for all.'

Katsumi's expression did not change, still avoiding his eyes.

'Uh, thats the name, One for all.' He continued, a little less confident.

'Okay. So you giving this power to someone at UA..?' Katsumi asked, poking at some of the food on the table. She still didn't meet her father's gaze.

Toshinori joined his daughter in staring at the table, not having the confidence to look her in the eye.

'Well,' he spoke hesitantly, 'I was. But when I saw that kid practically running to his death to save that kid, despite being told by his hero he could never-'

Katsumi stopped him, her cold tone silencing him, 'You gave it to a random kid over your own daughter.'

He looked up to see her piercing blue eyes, eyes she had gotten from him. Despite her monotone voice, she was glaring at him, her mouth tightly shut and fists clenched around her chopsticks.

'It's not like that Sumi-'

At the sound of that nickname, Katsumi felt hot venom rise in her body. Was he seriously trying to pacify her with a childhood nickname?

'Sumi? Seriously,' she gritted her teeth as she felt her heart freeze up, 'don't you ever think this,' she flicked her hand, gesturing to them both, 'will ever be like it was, like it will ever be normal. You picking some random kid over me just proves-'

'Woah wait a sec,' Toshinori interrupted sternly, 'you never ever told me you wanted to be a hero, and I haven't seen you in years! Why would I-'

'Exactly! You didn't even think to ask me, or tell me or whatever! Y'know why?'

'Katsumi I know I haven't-'

'Haven't been there- yeah you haven't. But you're here now! Wow, thanks Dad! Now it's convenient for you.'

'You know I have a busy life I have responsi-'

'Eight months!' Katsumi jumped up, slamming her fists onto the table. 'Dad you didn't bother to talk to us for eight months when you and Mum broke-'

Toshinori shook his head, 'Why is that the time you always focus on?'

'Because you left me alone!' Katsumi shouted, 'I was eight! Every night I would wonder when you were coming back- when you would realise-' she clenched her fists together, 'when you would call or ugh goddamnit!' She spun around as she pulled at her hair.

'Katsumi! Listen-'

Katsumi grabbed her bags, 'Whatever let's go.'

'You-'

'Shut up.' she spat as she walked to the door, 'I'm so done with this conversation.'

Toshinori was left alone as Katsumi walked out of the room. He held his face in his hands, taking a deep breath in. He expected this, he really did. It still made him feel awful seeing her so hurt. He reassured himself that she would be okay after a little while. He was sure. She didn't want that responsibility, he knew she didn't. She was just hurt and needed time to process. It would be okay. Thats what he told himself at least.

The car ride back was silent.

When they got home Katsumi took all the bags, ignoring her Dad when he offered to help her, to her room. She spent the next hour or so organising her room, putting away her clothes, putting up her posters and photos.

She didn't want one for all, she didn't even want to be a hero. But the fact he never even asked her made her blood boil. He trusted a random boy with it over her. The worst part was that it was the right decision, but how would he know that? Another reminder of the years she spent missing one of the most important people in her life.

But she already knew that her Dad hadn't been there, it was not new. She couldn't change it, she had to accept it. But now seeing him, having him be the one looking after her somehow made the years of abandonment worse. It proved that he could do it.

Once she had packed everything away she sat on her bed. She took a deep breath in, counting as she breathed in and out slowly, taking time to organise her thoughts.

Not everything, no, most things in life don't go how you want. It was a stupid fact of life that people threw around to excuse themselves for not trying to better the world. But in this case, a child could not change the fact her father wasn't there, nor something he had already done.

Katsumi thought that (compared to some of the stuff she had locked deep away in the basement of her mind) her Dad's disregard for her existence wasn't that bad. It's not like he tried to actively hurt her. It was passive, it truly did hurt her a lot growing up but it wasn't completely his fault, distance, his work and her mother were pretty big roadblocks for him. As for the eight months… he didn't know.

It wasn't him she hated. Toshinori Yagi is a good man, one of the best men who risks his life on a regular base to save people, he deserves another chance to be a good Dad. That didn't mean Katsumi had to get over everything immediately, but she couldn't stay angry forever, she made her point, and it was time to move on.

'I want to meet him.'

Toshinori jumped when he heard Katsumi's voice from behind him.

'Huh?'

She crossed her arms, avoiding eye contact.

'You're training him, right? You didn't give him a quirk and left did you?'

'Well actually I haven't given him the quirk yet, he is too weak, it would tear him apart. I gave him a training regime to do and-'

'I'll join him.'

'Huh?' Toshinori's eyebrow flew up.

'I'll join his training.' Katsumi reiterated, 'I want to get to know this kid, and I want to prove to you even without your special quirk I can be just as strong as you.' she grinned at the idea, she didn't care about that at all but it was a good motivation she thought.

'Kids are supposed to outclass their parents because the parents are supposed to teach them to become better. If I'm gonna be a hero I want to be the best I can be, so I'll put aside our problems if you train me the same as you're training this kid.'

Toshinori looked at his daughter, she stared him down, her eyes hard, full of determination. He smiled and exploded into his hero form.

'Of course my child!' He laughed as he grabbed her into a hug. She squealed as she was lifted up into his arms.

'Ugh- hey! Put me down.'

'I promise I shall guide you into becoming the best hero you can be!' Declaring he smiled wide at her. She glared up at him

'Yeah yeah, whatever.' She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help a little smile tugging at her mouth.