Second Chance (All Might's Daughter OC)

by luckewi

Being the daughter of the number 1 hero was reasonably easy… as long as no one knew. But after making a careless choice- Katsumi Yagi is sent away from her Mother in America to live with her long-absent Father to train to become a hero. Soon her life becomes a whole lot more difficult, not only from the grueling hero course but also Katsumi finds herself faced with the secret she i

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5th September 20XX (today)

6:30Asami Endo

Yagi, how is my daughter?

6:32Toshinori Yagi

She's doing great, training hard.

6:40Toshinori Yagi

I'm doing well too, how are you?

7:02Asami Endo

Is she practising her Japanese reading and writing?

7:04Toshinori Yagi

I'm sorry that slipped my mind

Very busy lately

I'll ask her

7:08Toshinori Yagi

She says she's playing videogames in Japanese

7:09Asami Endo

Get her to study.

7:10Toshinori Yagi

On it.

It had been a month since Katsumi had landed in Japan. She had been constantly training with Midoriya and practising her quirk. She wasn't even enrolled in UA and yet it felt like she was working harder than she ever had in her life.

Her Dad was very involved, he contacted some specialists who had given her sessions on understanding different materials. He couldn't help her strengthen her quirk himself so that was the next best thing. She had been pretty receptive to it.

He had also been planning on hiring a tutor to teach her the Japanese curriculum. That plan fell through when she staunchly refused it. It was necessary though, and they had compromised by Toshinori deciding to start looking for a tutor in September.

With all the hero work Toshinori was doing he had forgotten about it entirely, and Katsumi had neglected to remind him.

'Oh come on! It's September,' Katsumi whined, 'there's still ages until the entrance exam!'

'Five months isn't that long, you not only have to practise Japanese but all the other subjects in the exam.'

'Ugh, I thought I was going to a hero school… Normal work sucks.'

'Technically you're supposed to be being homeschooled right now…' Toshinori scratched his chin, ignoring his daughter's whining.

'I don't really have the time to teach you myself… but hiring a tutor may be a bit troublesome, we need to wait until you get into UA before you being my kid gets out.'

Katsumi sighed, 'Can't I just teach myself? It's not like I need much help with maths and science, I can just practise a couple of hours a week myself till the exam. English, I'm fluent so that's all sorted out.'

'I'm pretty sure they test for social studies as well, and don't forget about Japanese.'

Katsumi scowled, 'Ugh! Get me some textbooks and I'll be fine,' suddenly her face lit up.

'Actually- why don't I ask Izuku to help me with Japanese?'

Her Dad immediately shook his head, 'He's got a lot on his plate right now you shouldn't bother him.'

'Cmon lemme ask at least, he's gonna have to study for the exams too right? So I'm sure he'll be fine helping me a bit.'

Katsumi had grown quite fond of Izuku over the month, she would much rather he help her study than some random adult.

She had found they didn't like her much. Somehow, despite living in a world where people with kitchen supplies as heads existed she stuck out. Walking in public she had found that she got a lot of dirty looks from adults, even some nasty comments. While shopping for groceries she overheard two mothers practically imply she was a whore. It seemed it wasn't just them who got that idea either. One night she was out running and a fully adult man (who looked like his diet consisted solely of lard) asked her if she wanted to go to a hotel with him.

Katsumi was extremely proud of her self-control at that moment, managing to resist her instinct to slice his sweaty throat open.

She wasn't totally a stranger to people assuming those things about her, but it was at another level in Japan.

It seemed being tanned was not a respectable trait in Japan, which paired with the fact Katsumi had bleached hair, piercings and a bold not-very-modest sense of style made her stick out. Izuku had said that she looked and acted a bit like a gyaru and when she searched it up she sort of understood. The main similarity was the tanned skin and light hair. The more she looked at the style though the more she began to like it. Sadly it seemed that some associated it with being dumb and easy which explained the treatment Katsumi faced by some (boring and old) people.

All that to say she had accepted the fact that although she was born in Japan, she did not really fit in. Honestly, she had no interest in changing that, she was happy to just avoid anyone who was not Izuku or her Dad. Besides, she had decided to commit to the whole hero thing and all the popular heroes stuck out. She felt a little bad for Izuku, the poor guy didn't have much going for him in that department. More from his habit of minimising himself and his awful fashion sense over his appearance being bad.

'You can ask him if he wants to help you,' her Dad put on his shoes as he spoke, 'but make sure he doesn't slack off training to help you study.'

'Of course, I'll see if he can do tonight.' She waved him goodbye as he left.

4th September 20XX

20:03Izuku

/kamuiwoodsclearsdebrisoffcivillians

This might be useful for you to copy

Extending your fingers might not be enough to lift heavy weights you might want to copy him completely and grow tendrils out of your arm too for more support

I'm not sure how much movement and control you'll be able to get out of them though

20:10Katsumi

hell yeah thats awesome

i could totally grab people and shit with that

bring em close and take them out

20:13Izuku

I was thinking more for rescue but that works too!

5th September 20XX (today)

7:19Katsumi

heyy

my dads sayin I need to start studying

would you mind helping me go over stuff so ik what i should study

Idk what you're supposed to know for exams here

7:21Izuku

Sure! When are you free?

7:21Katsumi

Idk today, tomorrow, forever

if youre free tonight can we do it when you get back from school?

7:22Izuku

Today!?

Okay

Sure

Where do you want to meet up?

We can go to a library

Izuku is typing

'Library? You're supposed to be quiet in a library.' Kasumi mumbled as she got up to go to the kitchen.

7:23Katsumi

no

I cant be quiet

7:23Izuku

Oh

7:24Katsumi

I would say come round mine but idk if my dad would be okay with that cuz secret identity and shit

Do you mind if I come round urs?

Midoriyas face went bright red as he read that message. He had just started eating breakfast when he got a notification from Katsumi. He was going to wait until he finished eating to look at his phone but it kept buzzing.

He was glad he did check, she wanted to come round his house!

'Izuku are you okay?' his mum asked with that slightly concerned expression she wore most of the time.

'Ah yeah! I'm just talking with someone…' he trailed off, he hadn't told his mum about Katsumi just like he hadn't told her about All Might. He had assumed he wasn't supposed to… but if she asked to come around his house surely that meant it would be okay?

'Really who?' She leaned forward, Izuku didn't have many friends so it wasn't typical for him to be texting someone.

'A girl I've been training with,' Izuku looked away, scratching his cheek a bit embarrassed, 'she's asked if she can come round tonight to study if that's okay for you- ah Mum!'

Izuku looked up to see his mum in tears, clutching her chest.

'Oh, my baby has a friend! And a girl no least!' she smiled as she sobbed, 'Of course she can come round! Tell her to join us for dinner too!'

'It's not a big deal mum!'

7:26Izuku

Yeah my mum says you can stay for dinner too if you want

Is 5pm okay?

7:26Katsumi

hell yeah!

tell ur mum i say thank you

Katsumi smiled as she took a spoonful from the bowl of yoghurt she had made herself. She put her phone down on the table as she added fruit and nuts.

She had decided today was a rest day. Mum had finally sent over her PlayStation and she planned on finally finishing a video game she had started back at home. She finished eating her breakfast and put the bowl into the dishwasher, grabbing a glass and filling it with OJ she found her way back to the sofa.

She wasn't a big gamer, but she loved JRPGs. For her seventh birthday, her Dad had given her a Nintendo 3DS. She ended up taking it everywhere, her favourite games had always been Pokemon-related. Once she was old enough to ask for bigger tech like a pc and consoles she would constantly try to find games like Pokémon. Once she found the terminology for the type of games she liked it became much easier.

The persona series was a favourite of hers, she had spent hours after gymnastic practices sitting on the sofa making her way through the long games.

Now she was in Japan she decided to replay them in her native language, it would help her remember different kanji and pronunciations or whatever excuse she had to give to slack off. Her Dad didn't care that much but it was good to have an excuse lined up just in case.

Katsumi played non-stop until her Dad got home. Her eyes hurt a little from staring at the TV all day. She was just saving her progress when he arrived home.

'By the way,' Toshinori plopped down next to her, 'did Midoriya agree to help you study?'

'Oh yeah, he said tonight okay,' she started logging off the console, 'his mum even offered to have me for dinner.'

'That's great,' he sunk into the sofa, seemingly tired, 'when are you supposed to be there, you need a lift?'

'Oh yeah that would be great,' Katsumi grabbed her phone, 'I'm supposed to be there for five- fuck!' she jumped off the sofa shouting, making her Dad jolt up, 'it's four already! How far does he live?'

Toshinori lept up too, 'Goddamnit Katsumi! If you weren't playing these damn video games all the time-'

'Silence.' Katsumi put her hand to her Dad's face. 'I'm gonna get ready- I need you to run to the convenience store and get some flowers or something.'

'What? Why?'

'Because I'm meeting Izuku's mum!' She threw her hands out in exasperation, 'I need to get her a gift to make a good impression!'

'Yeah, but I wouldn't think to do flowers,' he mumbled before his eyes lit up, 'how about fruit or something?'

'Whatever! I don't have time to care! Please just be quick!' Katsumi started running upstairs as she shouted to her dad. He sighed and put his shoes back on.

Upstairs Katsumi rummaged through her wardrobe. When she decided she didn't care what people thought about her earlier she neglected to think of Izukus mum. He had told her he lived with his mother forever ago and that she was a big worrier, especially over him. Katsumi, now very aware of how the average Japanese adult viewed her, found herself very concerned about what type of impression Ms Midoriya would have of her.

'Agh! Why are all my clothes so trashy!' Shouting she threw back the seemingly never-ending supply of low-cut cropped tops.

'Ah ha!' She grinned in relief when she pulled out a full-length top. It was one she had brought from home, one of those oversized ones everyone was obsessed with a couple of years back. It was pink with a blue graphic of wispy flowers. She had cut the top off to make it off-the-shoulder but more importantly it wasn't skin tight, didn't expose her breasts or leave her stomach open. She threw off her tank top, put on a bra and threw the top on. She slid on the denim shorts she always wore, they were short but she didn't feel like rummaging for jeans that matched the top when her shorts were right there.

Quickly she looked in the mirror, gasped and grabbed her brush. She quickly tore it through her long hair, smoothing it out. She had showered that morning and let it air dry, leaving it not in the neatest condition.

Jumping over her pile of discarded clothes she grabbed a mascara and brushed it on. She shoved a lip gloss into her back pocket and quickly looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned at her reflection, the pink looked weird on her skin colour and the top fit weirdly.

'ARGH!'

When Toshinori pulled into the driveway Katsumi was outside the front tying her shoelaces, a couple of books piled next to her. Noticing him she sprung up, grabbed the books and jumped into the passenger seat.

'Is that the jumper you got when we went shopping last month?'

Katsumi buckled herself in, 'Yeah,' she plugged her phone into the nav and put in Midoriya's address, 'c'mon go go go!'

She tried to add a belt and tuck in the top but it was no use. She had torn off the pink top in aggravation and pulled on a simple blue tank top. Refusing to have made a mess of her room in vain, Katsumi pulled out a creme off-the-shoulder jumper (that the weather was still too warm to wear) to cover herself.

It took twenty minutes to get to Midoiyas apartment. At exactly five o'clock Katsumi thanked her dad for dropping her off, grabbed the books and a fancy melon Dad had got, and rushed up the stairs. She sped-walked along the side searching for the right apartment number. When she reached it she took a deep breath in, smoothed her hair and knocked.

She waited a couple of seconds before she heard some muffled voices from the other side. The door opened to a small woman with green hair and round eyes. She opened the door with a smile that quickly turned into a look of shock. Katsumi could see Izuku in the background looking as awkward as ever.

Izuku's mum stared up at her, mouth open.

'Ah, hello Mrs Midoriya, I'm Izuku's friend, it's nice to meet you,' Katsumi bowed as best she could without dropping the melon balanced on her books. She could feel her face heat up from the embarrassment, why was she staring at her like that?

'No way!' She jumped back and gasped. Katsumi smiled awkwardly.

'Haha…' she tried not to throw herself off the side of the building.

'Mum!' Izuku's face was aflame as he came forward.

'Oh gosh, how rude of me!' Izukus's mother's hands rose to her face as she realised what she had said, 'Sorry darling you're just not what I pictured a girl whose friends with my Izuku would be like.'

'Mum!' Izuku's face turned even redder as he put his hand on his mum's shoulder.

'Gosh you're so tall!' she seemed to not notice her son, 'How tall are you?'

'Oh, like five seven, nearly five eight.'

'Wow, that's amazing! You could be a model! You've got the looks too!'

'Thank you,' she smiled through the embarrassment as she watched Izuku try to stop his mother.

'Mum! Can you please-'

'Oh I'm so sorry I'm in the way!' she moved out of the entrance, gesturing for her to come in, 'Please dear come in!'

'Ah thank you.' Katsumi began to attempt to slip off her shoes.

'Do you need any help?' Izuku came up to Katsumi, regaining some of his composure.

'Yes please,' she passed him the books and the melon and he quickly scurried out the way, 'Uh, the melon is a gift for you Mrs Midoriya.'

Mrs Midoriya smiled warmly, 'Why thank you dear, that's very thoughtful of you,' she took it, holding it up to admire it.

'I hope it's okay, my Dad picked it out.' She put her shoes neatly to the side.

'Well, you're Dad has great taste dear! Oh sorry, I forgot to ask your name!'

'Katsumi Yagi, since I'm from America I'm used to being called Katsumi so feel free to call me that if you would like.'

'Katsumi!' she spoke slightly flustered, 'What a lovely name! Come on in! Sorry to hold you up like this.'

Katsumi followed Ms Midoriya into the flat, it was quite modest, the kitchen, dining room and living room all being in one area. Izuku had put down the books on the kitchen table and was standing next to them. He glanced at her and smiled nervously as his mum placed the melon down on the kitchen counter.

'So Katsumi, you're from America? Izuku tells me you're wanting to go to UA, is that why you moved here?'

'Yeah, my Dad lives here so I moved in with him so I can apply later.'

'Oh, how exciting! My Izuku's eager to try out too, he's been working really hard he even asked me-'

'Mum! Katsumi is here to study.'

'Oh right, dear!' Ms Midoriya clapped her hands together, 'I'm going to pop to the supermarket to get some bits for dinner so feel free to use the kitchen! Oh, Izuku offer her a drink won't you?'

Katsumi smiled as Izuku and her waved Ms Midoriya goodbye. As soon as the door shut she turned around.

'So you gonna offer me a drink Izuku?' She cooed, pouting as she put a finger to her chin.

'Shut up.' He coughed, rubbing his red face, 'Do you actually want anything though?'

'Nah I'm okay,' she sat down on one of the cushions around the table, 'Let's get this over with.'

'Uh give me a second I should go get some of my stuff, you didn't bring any pens did you?'

'I'm not going to lie, I didn't start getting ready until after four so I only had like thirty minutes to get ready.'

'That seems like an okay amount of time though.'

'You're not a girl,' she rolled her eyes, 'go on get the stuff.'

'So rude,' he mumbled as he walked away.

'Heard that!' she shouted after him.

She quickly answered the message her Dad had sent her asking if she found the apartment okay and sighed. Studying was so boring, though meeting Izuku's mum made it much more interesting. Thank god it didn't go too bad, his Mum reminded her a lot of him. When she opened that door she was sure she was about to shut it on her, she was glad it was just shock.

Katsmui giggled, Izuku was such a nerd his mum couldn't believe she was his friend. Admittedly she hadn't talked to many people like Izuku before, all her friends at home were the other girls at gymnastics. At school the people she hung out with lowkey hated her, it was one of those popular groups where all the girls dated the same few guys and always had some reason for hating each other.

Izuku wasn't like those annoying dudes she had to deal with in America, so full of themselves and childish. He was nice and so funny to mess with. The drive he had every time they trained forced Katsumi to actually put the effort in to keep up with him. He was so determined to become a hero… Katsumi couldn't wait to see it.

Tapping her fingers on the table she looked over to where Izuku had gone off to. He was taking a while.

Her eyes widened. He had definitely just gone to his room! Why would she let him go alone? Her mind was suddenly filled with all the different possibilities of what his room looked like. One thing was for sure, it was so sure she could picture it in her mind. He so definitely had an All Might poster over his bed.

She leapt up and silently crept over to the corridor he had disappeared to. His room was clearly marked with an All Might sign with his name written on it. Katsumi covered her mouth to stop from laughing. So cute. She wished she could have been there when he met her Dad for the first time.

Standing right in front of the door she could hear mumbling from the other side, she decided she would be kind and knock first before she barged in.

'What's taking you so long?' she grinned as opened the door, her mouth dropped open as the door revealed his room.

'Woah! It's like a shrine!'

'Ah! Katsumi!' Midoriya leapt up from his desk, Katsumi stared at the posters as he hid something behind his back.

'Jesus! You really are a fan.'

He watched her with wide eyes as she walked towards his shelf. It was full of his All Might Figure collection. Over the years he had built a pretty good collection, before his birthdays his Mum would save up and surprise him with a new figure. Every time he would act surprised, his mum worked so hard to make him smile. They were some of his most prized possessions that brought him so much joy, but as Katsumi looked at them, her face grin began to falter.

'Uh, is something wrong?'

'Y'know… there's so much All Might merch,' she said, a strangely sour tone in her voice, 'In the States too.' She picked up one of the figures, the Golden Age model his Mum had got him for his tenth birthday. Izuku flinched slightly but relaxed seeing how gently she was holding it.

'Makes sense,' he laughed nervously, 'he is the number one hero.'

Katsumi pursed her lips as she stared at the little figure of her Father, 'Kind sucked for me.'

Izuku froze. What? Why had the mood changed so suddenly

Slowly he put down the notebook he was hiding behind his back and walked towards her. As he stood next to her he could see her face more clearly, she didn't look up at him. Her eyes were completely consumed by the toy in her hand. Her chin wobbled as she took a deep breath in.

'Cuz, well, I saw my Dad every day. Whether I wanted to or not, his face was everywhere. Drove Mum mad,' her mouth twisted and she let out a small laugh as she tightened her grip on the figure. 'But the amount of times he was actually there for me after they broke it off…'

'Oh… Of course, your parents aren't…' Izuku wasn't even sure if he should say anything. This was really awkward.

'It's weird because most kids have their parents to themselves. But I had to share with every child, every person in the world. Everyone seemed to love him, everyone would talk about him. All that attention of course he wouldn't need me.'

Izuku's mouth opened to assure her but she didn't give him a chance to speak.

'At school, all the kids would play hero, they'd all argue about who was going to be All Might. I never could join in, what was I supposed to say?' Her eyes stayed fixated on the figure, its painted eyes staring up at her.

'Every time I saw his face or heard his name it was like, a reminder of what I was missing out on. When I saw headlines of him saving people, when I saw him in interviews and TV shows…' her face went hard, her eyes staring down with an expression Izuku hadn't yet seen from her.

'Dad's had his two forms for ages now, though it's gotten worse since I last saw him. I barely ever saw him in his hero form when he was with me, so seeing his face everywhere was so strange, I knew it was my Dad but, it wasn't really. It was All Might. The huge, untouchable monster of a man. Hero for the people, always there to save the day with a big smile on his face, except he wasn't there for his own daughter. He never saved me.' She gritted her teeth as her eyebrows scrunched.

Katsumi shook her head, putting the figure back on the shelf, 'It's like, I guess at some point I stopped seeing my Dad as All Might. I would see that stupid smile and all I saw was something stopping my Dad from being with me.'

Her bright eyes lowered, 'All that power and he wouldn't protect me. What was the point?' she pulled at her jumper, 'I remember on my birthday I used to wish All Might would disappear, that he would only be Dad. Then, well he would be with me.'

She stared at the floor, the silence was awful. Seemed she wasn't over it yet. God, what was she saying, why would she tell him that? Why did she start trauma dumping over an All Might figurine? Not only that but wishing the most powerful hero gone just so she would be happier? How fucking selfish. Izuku was probably rolling his eyes.

It was fine, just play it off as a past feeling. It was just a past feeling. He was there with her now, and he was doing a good job. The past month had been fun. Now he could only be All Might for a couple of hours at a time he was able to be with her most of the time. It didn't even matter that much anymore anyway, she was older now and she didn't want him to be with her all the time.

She took a deep breath in before turning around, a wide grin on her face, 'How silly I-'

Izuku's arms wrapped around her.

"Ah," Katsumi gasped, her eyes widening as she was pulled into a tight hug. The shorter boy held her firmly, his messy hair brushing against her cheek. Her smile faded, her lips pressing together as he embraced her. She didn't expect that. His warmth made her heart beat faster. Slowly, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around Izuku. She leaned her head down, her eyes brimming with tears, the mask she had tried to cover herself with broken.

She sobbed quietly into Izuku's t-shirt for a while. How strange, she thought she was over it. Yet there she was crying, holding onto a boy she had only met recently. It felt nice.

Sniffing she pulled away, she felt lighter than before. She wiped her eyes with her fingers.

'Damnit,' she sighed as her fingers came back black. She had forgotten about her mascara.

'Uh!' Izuku looked at the black that she had accidentally smeared over her eyes, 'Should I get a tissue?'

'Yes please.'

Katsumi sat on his bed as she wiped her eyes, Izuku stood nervously a couple of steps away from the bed, lips held tightly together.

'You uh, okay now?' He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

'Yeah,' Kasumi folded the tissue, 'Sorry about that, I'm not sure why I said all that. It's not a big deal, sorry for putting it on you.'

'No, no! Don't worry about that!' Katsumi looked up to see Izuku shaking his head, hands held up before him. 'It's totally fine! I'm happy that you felt comfortable enough to tell me!'

Katsumi chuckled, a real smile reaching her face, 'You're so cute.'

'Huh!?' Izuku's face turned beet red as he jumped back. 'Cu-cu-cute?' he stammered.

'Yeah you're sweet,' Katsumi stood up and bowed, 'thank you.'

'It's not like I did anything…'

'The hug was enough!' Katsumi beamed, she took his hand in her own, surprising him once again.

'Please don't mention this to my Dad.'

Izuku nodded, 'If that's what you want.'

'Thank you,' Katsumi let go of his hand, 'Great,' her expression turned grim, 'now we can study.'

'Oh yeah! Let me just get my textbooks!' Izuku decided to leave it alone. He hadn't even thought about what it must have been like for her growing up. What was even worse was that he was probably the first person she could even open up about it to. After all, who else knew about her Dad?

'Why were you taking so long to get them anyways?' Katsumi followed Izuku over to his desk.

'Oh, I was just finishing something…' He mumbled.

'Huh?' Katsumi tried to look at his books but he gathered them up into his arms and turned away from her.

'Hey!' Shouting, she followed him as he ran out the room, 'Show me!'

Izuku turned back as he reached the table, 'Only if you pay attention studying!'

'Of course, I'll pay attention! I'm the most serious student in the world!'

'Liar.'

She scratched the back of her head grinning, 'Hehe…'