WE DIE LIKE HEROES

Of course Izuku went tense.  Villain or not, he was a kid.  He was scared, and anxious, and on edge, only wanting to leave this situation.  But when he felt the other’s grip tighten, he stopped his squirming.  What other option was there, try to lash out and possibly end up dead as a result?  This All Might…he didn’t seem at all like the hero a younger him once looked up to.  He didn’t seem like a Symbol of Peace.

“Fine…we’ll talk…”  Though he wasn’t sure what there even was to talk about.  They had two completely different views of what had happened between them after all. 

“...Glad you’re smart,” Toshi breathed a sigh of relief.  “Now, obviously there’s some sort of quirk business at hand here.  One, or maybe both of us, are really wrong.”  He gently sat Midoriya back down on the ground.

“H-hey! Put me down!”  Izuku struggled in the other’s grip, trying to squirm away as quickly as he could.  He didn’t want what he just told All Might to end up public!  If they were able to put together the pieces, things could get very difficult for the League.

“Dammit, stop!”  He stated, starting to try and aim his kicks at the other’s side.  The same one that he’d seen that awful injury on back at the rooftop.  His mind meanwhile was reeling.  All For One had told him that taking One For All by force wouldn’t work, so trying to steal it wasn’t an option.  But he could search through the one’s he’d already taken.  Fire breath, enhanced speed…or maybe a transformation quirk…?

“Put me down, last chance!”

“Are you sure you want to start this?” Toshi glanced at him, there in his hand.  He looked so vulnerable.  An ugly, ugly part of him knew he could easily strangle the brat right here.  “Because I know your ‘secret’ now, even if you run away.  We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  Either you can try and kill me, or you can come with me, we’ll talk this out, and I’ll keep quiet.  Personally, I’d recommend the second.”

Slowly Izuku’s expression fell, a look of shock taking his features.  But not because of the information…more because of how insane that sounded.  Was this…some quirk affecting the other’s mind.

“You…you’re crazy.  Or confused.  Unless he had multiple children… Shigaraki isn’t All for One’s son.  Cause…”  He tilted his head, confusion taking over his features now.  “I am.  All Might…maybe you’re the one that needs help.”

...What?  That made absolutely no sense.  The All for One he had fought was far too old to be Midoriya’s father.  He was closer to Nana’s age.

Izuku didn’t seem to be listening.  Sure, he was focused on All Might, but not for what he was saying.  He heard everything…but only one part of that stuck is his anger driven brain.  “What do you mean ‘did to his own’?”  He hissed out through gritted teeth.

This All Might…he was either messing with him still, or going crazy. Everything up until this point didn’t make any sense at all!  Getting into U.A. being the heir to his power…he had everything backwards!  He wasn’t heir to One for All…he was heir to All for One.  The power and the person.

Another pause.  He looked down at Midoriya with a look of pity.  “You know Tomura Shigaraki, don’t you?  The one with the disintegration quirk.”  The one who had killed Midoriya.  “He’s...  All for One’s son.  I knew him as a child.  All for One dragged him into the underworld and nobody had seen him since then.  They left in the middle of the night without taking a single thing.  Now he pops up again, years later, killing children.  Just a crazy pawn.”

He moved into the room and took a seat watching as the man unloaded the unhealthy fast food on the table. Why was this happening? What was even happening? The man couldn’t be eating this stuff. He was never going to get any better if he ate this type of food.

“But you do have to worry about how this is going to effect you! All Might really… what’s going on… You aren’t… you aren’t acting right.” He was starting to get worried. Was this a trick? Was he playing a prank on him or something? Was it a test? He really didn’t want to freak out over something like this, but he could feel his heart starting to hammer in his chest. Especially when the older man went to eat the very greasy and messy burger.

Toshi paused, looking up from his burger.  He wasn’t really sure why Midoriya was so upset, it wasn’t like him, but it did give him tiny pangs of sympathy.  “I would have thought you would like to live a little bit, kiddo.”

Izuku could feel his heart pounding heavily in his chest, ears ringing.  He felt like he might just black out, might fall over and hope that he didn’t end up in jail.  But he didn’t.  He couldn’t.  Everything felt so wrong, but the anger in his eyes kept him standing.

“Where I heard that name…?”  He mumbled, narrowing his gaze.  “The only reason I met him was because you decided to destroy the one thing, the one idea that kept me going through my life.  And when I tried to give up everything, who stopped me?  A villain.  Not any of you pathetic excuses for heroes.”

“Be that as it may, he does not have your best interests at heart,” Toshi leaned in even closer without meaning, “Christ, think about what he did to his own-” he swallowed thickly.  Midoriya couldn’t know about that, not yet.

“McDonald’s?” He glanced up at the man and blinked at the bag. “Are you feeling all right All Might?” He was a bit worried about his mentor now. He was talking weird and bringing him food that as very bad for you, and he shouldn’t be eating either.

“No worse than usual,” he said, slightly surprised.  “I got you nuggies, I wasn’t sure what kind of sauce you wanted so I got a variety.”  He ushered Midoriya into the empty room he was camping out in.  “Just wanted to check in on my favorite little nerd.”

Confusion and anger bubbled into one mess of emotions, making him grit his teeth with logic flying out the window.  Partly due to the other even bringing up his mom, a good woman that someone like him shouldn’t know!

“You’re lying!”  He snapped, feeling his fire breathing quirk starting to build in his throat with smoke spilling slightly between his teeth.  He didn’t even look at the picture, glaring daggers at All Might bitterly.  At this point, anger was overwhelming his head, keeping from from thinking clearly.  “I never even went to the damn entrance exam, I was too busy training with All For One-!”  Izuku reeled a bit, biting his tongue as the words slipped from his mouth.  Dammit…Dammit! 

Silence.  Toshi’s hands balled into fists, as he bent down to Midoriya’s level.  “Midoriya.  You need to tell me where you heard that name.  If you’re in contact with All for One...  You’re messing with something bigger than you think you are.”  The look in his eyes was serious, angry, hurt even.

When he died…?  Okay… okay so All Might was messing with him now?

“Shut up.”  He said through gritted teeth, glaring with an almost foreign coldness.  “You beat that sludge villain under the bridge.  It never attacked Bakugou.  You never took back what you said.  And you didn’t give me any power.”

Coldness shifted to anger as he felt his nails start to draw blood out of his palm.  “I’m not an idiot All Might, so stop messing with me as if I were.”

“If that’s what you think, we should really get you to Recovery-” shit, she was dead, and a touchy subject with Midoriya.  “To the nurse’s office.  So they can check out that tiny little noggin of your’s.”

“‘Brought me back’?  What are you even talking about?”  Izuku huffed, feeling anger surging in his chest.  His nails dug deeply into his palm, trying to keep himself in check.

“I’ve hated your guts since you told me I couldn’t be a hero.”  It wasn’t entirely the truth, but it was close enough.  That conversation was what started it after all.

“I’m talking about when you died, Midoriya,” he said, looking surprisingly serious.  “...Is something wrong?  Is there something we need to talk about?”  He crossed his arms across his chest.

❝Aizawa’s in his thirties and you’re like way older than him.❞ He crosses his arms to his chest ❝Deku even says so too.❞ Leave it to the guy to know little useless things about each pro hero.