While Izuku lay unconscious in a hospital room—machines humming softly at his bedside, his body wrapped in bandages—U.A. High stood eerily silent.
No students. No laughter. No footsteps racing through the halls.
Only the teachers.
Deep within the school, the faculty gathered in a secured conference room. The air was heavy, thick with exhaustion and guilt.
Nezu stood at the head of the table, paws folded neatly, eyes shadowed.
"The training camp," he began calmly, though his voice carried a sharp edge, "was designed to prepare our students for real villain encounters." He paused. "The irony of what occurred is… shameful. We anticipated the League of Villains would resurface eventually—but we failed to grasp the nature of their plans."
Silence followed.
Midnight leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Even if we had understood," she said slowly, "could we really have stopped this attack? They were moving pieces we didn't even know existed." Her gaze flicked toward All Might. "You ended most organized crime years ago. The world's been peaceful for so long…"
All Might didn't look up.
"We're rusty," Midnight finished quietly.
Present Mic broke the tension with an uneasy laugh that didn't quite land. "Yeah… guess we got comfy. Too comfy." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Peace kinda lulled us into thinking the easy life was permanent."
Snipe's voice came next, low and sharp. "We never should've held the Sports Festival so soon after the U.S.J. incident. We wanted to show strength—to reassure the public." His jaw tightened. "Instead, we painted targets on our students' backs." He slammed a fist lightly against the table. "A student being kidnapped under our watch is the greatest failure a teacher can—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Everyone did.
Nezu's wristwatch rippled like liquid mercury, melting and flowing before reshaping itself into a small, spider-like mechanical unit that hopped onto the table.
Several teachers instinctively reached for their quirks.
"It's fine," Nezu said quickly. "Stand down."
He turned to the machine. "Kelex… what is it?"
The device leaned close, whispering something into Nezu's ear.
Nezu froze.
His ears twitched. His eyes widened just a fraction—barely noticeable, but unmistakable.
"…Are you certain?" Nezu asked quietly.
Kelex stepped back and raised its voice, now loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Izuku Midoriya regained consciousness briefly," it said. "He requested that this information be delivered immediately."
The room went dead silent.
"During the bus ride to the U.S.J. incident," Kelex continued, "Izuku disclosed to Class 1-A the nature of his greatest weakness: a glowing green mineral he identified as kryptonite."
Several teachers exchanged sharp looks.
"The villains who attacked the training camp," Kelex said, "were in possession of this material. They used it deliberately and effectively against him."
All Might's head snapped up.
"That information," Nezu said slowly, dread creeping into his voice, "was not public."
"No," Kelex replied. "Which means the League obtained it through internal leakage."
Snipe's scarf shifted as his posture stiffened. "You're saying—"
"Yes," Kelex finished. "Izuku believes there is a spy within Class 1-A."
The word spy hung in the air like a loaded weapon.
Nezu closed his eyes.
A class of children.A traitor among them.And an enemy that now knew exactly how to bring down their strongest student.
"This changes everything," Nezu said at last.
Nezu folded his paws behind his back and spoke again, his tone measured but carrying quiet urgency."This situation presents a rare opportunity—one I have wanted to implement for quite some time."
Before he could continue, a sharp ringtone cut through the room.
All Might's phone.
He stiffened, then rose from his chair. "Excuse me," he said, already turning. "I need to take this."
As All Might stepped into the hallway, Nezu continued without missing a beat.
"With recent events in mind," he said, eyes sweeping over the remaining teachers, "we will begin construction on on-campus dormitories for the students. Housing them at U.A. will allow us to monitor their safety far more closely—and limit outside interference."
Present Mic exhaled slowly. "About time."
Midnight nodded. "If there really is a spy…"
Nezu's smile was thin. "Then proximity will reveal them."
In the hallway, All Might answered the call.
"Tsukauchi," he said quietly.
"You're going to want to hear this," Tsukauchi's replied, his voice low and serious. "Thanks to Eraser Head and Vlad King, we may have a lead on the League of Villains' hideout."
All Might's breath caught. "Really? Are you certain?"
"There's enough to act on," Tsukauchi said. "About two weeks ago, I sent an officer to quietly gather civilian reports. One bystander mentioned seeing multiple individuals with patchwork skin—clearly not normal—entering a building listed as vacant."
All Might clenched his fist. "And the building?"
"Still standing. Still off the radar," Tsukauchi replied. "Once we get the green light, we move in. This is top secret. I'm telling you because we'll be requesting cooperation from several pro heroes for a rescue operation and because i believe we will need your power."
"…Understood you can count me in," All Might said. "Thank you."
He ended the call, his expression grim but resolute.
When Izuku finally woke, the first thing he noticed was the quiet.
The second was Denki's voice.
"Yo—Midoriya!" Denki said, grinning wide. "About time, man. You scared us."
Izuku blinked. "Denki…?"
The door slid open as half of Class 1-A poured into the room.
"Did you see the news?" Denki continued. "Reporters are swarming the school."
"It's worse than last time," Sato added seriously.
Izuku pushed himself upright, but several hands immediately pressed him back down.
"Don't move," Mina said. "You're still injured."
"I need sunlight," Izuku replied calmly.
Before anyone could argue, he pulled the curtain shut around the bed. Light flooded the enclosed space as he carefully got dressed.
"…Is Kota safe?" Izuku asked quietly.
Mina nodded. "Yeah. He's fine. He refused to leave your side until the ambulance arrived. Mandalay had to physically pick him up."
Izuku let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
"And my parents?" he asked.
"They're in the cafeteria," Ida replied. "Eating."
"Can you tell them I'll be back in about an hour?" Izuku said.
Ida nodded. "Of course."
Izuku opened the curtain, walked to the window, and pushed it open. Sunlight washed over him fully now, warm and familiar.
He paused just long enough to look back at his classmates.
"I'll be back," he said.
Then he stepped forward—and flew.
After an hour, Izuku descended from orbit, slowing himself with careful precision so the air didn't ignite around him and burn his cloths. He touched down several blocks away, walked the rest of the distance, and calmly entered the front doors of the hospital as if nothing unusual had happened.
The doctor in charge of his care was at the front desk.
The moment he saw Izuku, his face drained of color.
"You—! You're not supposed to be out of bed!" the doctor shouted, rushing over. "You were unconscious less than a day ago!"
Izuku scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I'm fully healed now. exposure to the sun speeds up my healing. If you want, you can run tests."
The doctor stared at him, then sighed deeply. "…You heroes are going to give me gray hair. Fine. Tests. Now."
As they walked down the hall, Izuku nearly ran straight into his parents.
His mother gasped. "Izuku! You shouldn't be walking around!"
"I'm okay, Mom," Izuku said gently. "I promise."
His father studied him for a moment, eyes sharp but calm. "You're really fine?"
"Yeah," Izuku replied with a small smile. "One hundred percent. They just want to double-check."
His mother still looked unconvinced, but after a moment Izuku added, "You should go home and rest. I'll be back soon after the tests."
Reluctantly, they agreed.
After the examinations confirmed what Izuku already knew—that there wasn't a single injury left—he moved through the hospital, checking on his classmates one by one.
When he reached Momo's room, Kirishima was there too.
"Oh—Midoriya," Kirishima said. "You missed it. Momo did something amazing."
Momo looked embarrassed. "I… managed to place a tracker on one of the villains during the chaos."
Izuku's eyes widened slightly. "That's huge."
Kirishima nodded grimly. "Yeah. We didn't tell the teachers yet."
Izuku frowned. "Be careful and to them to tell the teachers."
But after Izuku left the room, Kirishima stayed behind. He leaned closer to Momo, lowering his voice.
"We can't wait," he said. "Bakugo's out there right now."
Momo hesitated, then looked toward Todoroki and Ida, who had just entered the hall.
"…I can still track them," she said quietly.
Ida adjusted his glasses, eyes burning with resolve. "Then we have a moral obligation to act but we must plan carefully so not to get in the pros way."
Todoroki said nothing—but his clenched fist said enough.
Later that evening, Izuku sat at home on the couch, sunlight still faintly radiating from his skin as he watched the live press conference from U.A. on TV.
A reporter raised a hand. "You spoke about keeping students safe, Eraser Head. But according to our information, Mandalay gave students permission to fight back. Isn't that contradictory?"
Aizawa's eyes were tired, but steady. "Just as I was about to give them permission, Mandalay acted first. We didn't yet understand the full scope of the attack. Allowing students to defend themselves prevented a far worse outcome."
The reporter pressed on. "And what would that outcome have been? Do you really consider twenty-six injured victims and one kidnapped child a success for U.A. High?"
The room went silent.
Aizawa didn't flinch. "I feared every student would be tortured and killed. Compared to that, this was the lesser evil."
Nezu stepped forward, tapping the podium lightly."Most injuries were caused by a poisonous gas quirk used by one of the villains. Thanks to the swift actions of Ms. Kendo and Mr. Tetsutetsu, casualties were kept to a minimum."
The reporter pressed on, voice sharp."So you've found a bright spot in this tragedy?"
Nezu folded his paws together. "We are relieved that an entire class of burgeoning heroes still has a future."
The reporter didn't let up."And can the same be said for the abducted Katsuki Bakugo? He enrolled at your school with excellent marks, placed highly at the Sports Festival, and before that survived an attack by a powerful sludge villain—an incident that required All Might himself to resolve. The boy is obviously strong and talented. However, the violence he displayed at the Sports Festival suggests a lack of emotional control."
Murmurs rippled through the press room.
"What if that's the real reason the villains kidnapped him?" the reporter continued. "What if they're brainwashing Bakugo right now—pulling him toward evil? How can you sit there and tell us he still has a future?"
Before Nezu could answer, Aizawa stood.
The room quieted as he bowed deeply.
"As Katsuki Bakugo's homeroom teacher, I take full responsibility for failing to rein in his aggressive behavior," Aizawa said. "However, his actions at the Sports Festival were born from deep-seated convictions. He is driven—more than anyone—to become the number one hero."
Aizawa straightened, eyes hard."If the villains believe they can sway him, then they are grossly mistaken. I can guarantee you that."
The reporter scoffed."Your confidence isn't evidence. I didn't ask how you feel. I asked whether you have concrete information."
Nezu stepped in smoothly."We are working with the intelligence currently available to us. I have no doubt that the police will make a breakthrough very soon. U.A. will not rest until our missing student is safely returned."
The reporter sat down, unsatisfied.
Then another figure rose.
Lois Lane.
The room buzzed instantly.
"Principal Nezu," she said clearly, "reports say Izuku Midoriya was so badly injured that he remained unconscious for an entire day. Given what we've seen of his abilities, many are questioning how that was even possible. Can you tell us what happened—and whether Mr. Midoriya is truly all right?"
Nezu's expression softened, just a fraction.
"Izuku Midoriya placed himself between a child and a villain of exceptional power," Nezu said. "In doing so, he sustained injuries that would have been fatal to most heroes—let alone a student."
After the news broadcast ended, Izuku stepped out onto the porch with a mug of hot cocoa warming his hands. The evening air was cool and quiet, the kind of calm that felt unreal after everything that had happened. He watched the sun sink beneath the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples. Somewhere far away, heroes were clashing with the League of Villains—pros putting everything on the line, even now. Among them was All Might, facing the shadow that loomed over the entire hero society.
hours later Izuku was just about to head back inside when his father's voice called out sharply.
"Izuku—come here. You're going to want to see this."
The urgency in Hasashi's tone made Izuku freeze. He stepped back into the living room, and the moment he saw his parents, his stomach dropped. His mother stood with both hands pressed over her mouth, a tissue crumpled between her fingers. His father stared at the television, eyes wide and unblinking.
Izuku turned toward the screen.
All Might filled it—bloodied, exhausted—locked in combat with a towering man in a life-support suit. Every punch shook the broadcast camera. Every impact felt like it rattled the room itself.
Izuku stopped dead in his tracks.
Before he could even process what he was seeing, his phone rang.
The sound cut through the tension like a blade.
He looked down at the screen.
H.P.S.C.
Izuku answered immediately. "Midoriya speaking."
"Good evening, Izuku Midoriya," came the calm, controlled voice of the president of the Japanese branch of the Hero Public Safety Commission. "I won't waste time. It isn't looking good."
Izuku's grip tightened on the phone.
"We are monitoring the situation closely," she continued. "All Might is engaged with an enemy far beyond initial projections. Contingencies are being prepared."
There was a brief pause—then her tone shifted, becoming more formal.
"In accordance with our prior agreement," she said, "and due to the current emergency, you are now officially recognized as a Pro Hero."
Izuku's breath caught.
"Your provisional status has been bypassed," the president went on. "Effective immediately, you are licensed to operate as a professional hero under Commission authority. Paperwork and identification will be dispatched to your residence tonight."
Izuku glanced back at the TV, at All Might still fighting, still standing.
"We want you nearby," she said. "Just in case."
"I understand," Izuku replied quietly.
The call ended.
Hasashi had heard enough. Without a word, he gently guided Izuku back outside, closing the door behind them. The porch light clicked on, bathing them in a soft glow as the sounds of the night crept in.
Hasashi leaned against the railing, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the dark sky. "So," he said at last, "this is it."
Izuku nodded slowly. "Looks like it."
Hasashi rested a hand on Izuku's shoulder, firm but warm, the way he always had when words mattered.
"Hey… before you go out there, I need you to hear me. Not as a hero. Just as my son."
He smiled, small and steady.
"You've spent a long time worrying about what people need you to be. Strong enough. Brave enough. Careful enough to never mess up. I know that weight—you've been carrying it since you were a kid who couldn't stop running toward trouble."
"you try hiding it but i can see right through you."
His thumb tightened just a little.
"But listen to me, Izuku. The world doesn't need you to be perfect. It doesn't need you to save everyone all at once. And it sure doesn't need you to stand alone."
Hasashi leaned in, lowering his voice.
"What makes you a hero isn't that you can lift anything, or move faster than anyone else, or survive things that would break other people. It's that you stop and ask yourself, every single time, 'How do I protect them without losing myself?'"
He nodded toward the horizon.
"Out there, people are going to cheer. Some will fear you. Some will try to decide what you represent. Let them talk. You don't owe them an image."
Then, softer:
"You owe the scared kid behind you. The civilians who won't even know your name. The classmates who trust you to come back. And the boy you used to be—the one who believed being kind mattered just as much as being strong."
Hasashi pulled Izuku into a brief, tight hug.
"Power like yours can change the world, son. But it's your choices that tell it what kind of world it becomes."
He pulled back, meeting Izuku's eyes.
"Go out there. Do what you've always done. Help the person in front of you. Take the hit if you have to. And when the noise gets too loud—remember this."
A calm, proud smile.
"You don't stand for hope because you're strong. You're strong because you stand for hope."
He stepped aside, clearing the path.
"Now go on, Izuku. Show them who you already are."
The teachers remained gathered in the conference room, the massive screen at the front showing the live broadcast in grim clarity. Every blow All Might traded with his opponent sent a ripple of silence through the room. No one spoke. Even Present Mic had gone quiet, his jaw clenched tight. Midnight's nails dug into her armrest. Aizawa stood with his arms crossed, eyes sharp, unblinking.
Then the lights flashed red.
WARNING. INTRUDER DETECTED. INTRUDER DETECTED.
The P.A. system blared loud enough to rattle the windows.
Chairs scraped back instantly.
Aizawa reached for his goggles. "Who"
"Everyone, remain seated," Nezu said calmly, raising a paw.
The alarms continued for another second before Nezu tapped his watch. The red lights cut out. The siren died mid-wail.
Silence fell again.
"That," Nezu continued, adjusting his tie, "was merely Midoriya Izuku."
Several heads snapped toward him.
"…You're joking," Present Mic said flatly.
"I am not," Nezu replied. "Though I will admit, the security system doesn't yet know how to distinguish him from a hostile launch vehicle."
On the screen, All Might staggered but refused to fall.
Nezu turned to face the room fully."You may have noticed," he said, "that the Hero Public Safety Commission has been… unusually accommodating toward one of our students."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "You knew."
"Yes," Nezu said. "And now it's time you all did as well."
He folded his hands behind his back.
"Several months ago, after the U.S.J. incident, Midoriya Izuku was approached by the H.P.S.C. They had concerns—concerns about power on a scale they could not regulate, train, or counter using existing frameworks."
"Midoriya Izuku made a agreement with the Hero Public Safety Commission shortly after his power manifested," Nezu said. "One that was kept off the books, known only to a select few."
He turned to face them fully.
"The deal was simple," Nezu continued. "If one day All Might were to die… or become incapable of continuing as a hero, then Midoriya Izuku would step forward and take up the role."
The room went still.
Midnight's eyes widened. Aizawa's jaw tightened. Even Vlad King looked stunned.
"The Commission feared something," Nezu went on. "A being with Midoriya's power, left outside their influence, would invite desperate measures. Abduction. Containment. Weaponization."
He tapped the table lightly.
"So they struck a deal instead. Midoriya remains at U.A., grows as a hero by choice, not force. In return, the Commission would never attempt to make him into a government weapon."
"And if All Might falls," Nezu said quietly, "Midoriya rises."
The screen flared white as another massive blow was exchanged.
"He's been a contingency this entire time," Aizawa muttered.
"Yes," Nezu said. "But not a replacement. A successor only if the worst comes to pass."
At that very moment, several floors below, Izuku Midoriya walked through the empty halls of U.A.
He entered his class and opened his brief case with his suit and quickly put it on.
A couple of seconds later, a thunderous sonic boom rolled across the city.
Back in the conference room, every teacher felt it in their bones. The windows rattled. The monitors flickered for half a second.
No one needed to ask who it was.
Aizawa exhaled slowly and sat back down, eyes fixed on the screen."When this is over," he said flatly, "I'm going to his home. I don't care what kind of deal was made—he's too young to be a hero."
No one argued with him. Not because they agreed completely, but because none of them could deny the truth behind the words.
On the screen, the battle had reached a breaking point.
All Might staggered, his breathing ragged, his movements slower now. Across from him, All For One stood tall, unbothered, his mechanical mask hissing softly with every breath.
Hovering near the News helicopter, Izuku kept pace effortlessly, eyes never leaving the battlefield below. He positioned himself just close enough to intercept anything that might threaten the civilians inside.
Then he heard it.
All For One's voice carried clearly through the chaos.
"I find myself conflicted," the villain said calmly. "Tomura Shigaraki has been the one chipping away at society's trust in heroes. So is it really fair that I land the final blow?"
Izuku's fists tightened.
"You know, All Might," All For One continued, almost conversational, "as much as you hate me, I think I loathe you more. I killed your master, sure—but you took so much more from me. Everything I tried to build."
All Might gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright.
"That's why," All For One said, spreading his arms slightly, "I want you to suffer. Until your very last breath. I want you broken and disgraced, for the entire world to see."
"Big one coming!" Grand Torino shouted. "Dodge and counter!"
All For One tilted his head."Not everyone's so fast."
They all turned.
Pinned beneath a slab of shattered concrete was an injured woman, blood trickling down her temple as she struggled helplessly.
All Might froze.
"I will obliterate everything you've protected," All For One declared.
He unleashed it.
A wave of super-condensed air erupted outward, multiple quirks layered into one catastrophic attack. The pressure warped the air itself, the shockwave screaming as it tore forward.
All Might braced.
The impact slammed into him like a freight train. He skidded backward across the street, boots gouging deep trenches into the asphalt. He raised his arms, blocking the worst of it—but when the dust settled, the world saw what he had been hiding.
The cameras caught everything.
The towering muscle vanished.
In its place stood a skeletal figure—sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, ribs visible beneath torn fabric. The Symbol of Peace, reduced to a frail, exhausted man.
Gasps echoed from living rooms, shelters, and streets across Japan.
All For One laughed.
"First to go will be your self-respect," he sneered, "then that ridiculous public image. Look at you. The adoring public now knows your true form."
He stepped forward, voice dripping with venom.
"Try not to be ashamed, Symbol of Peace."
Izuku descended slowly, boots touching the shattered street beside All Might. The wind from his landing died away, and for a moment the only sound was distant sirens and the crackle of fires.
He didn't look at All For One right away.
Instead, Izuku knelt and helped All Might steady himself, one hand firm on his shoulder. There was no hesitation in him, no pity—only respect.
Then he stood.
Izuku finally turned to face the villain. The moon hung high above them, pale and cold, casting long shadows across the ruined city.
"So this is what you wanted," Izuku said, his voice calm but carrying far. "You wanted the world to see him bleed. To see him weak. To see him human."
All For One tilted his head, amused.
Izuku didn't flinch.
"You think strength comes from appearances," Izuku continued. "From muscles. From fear. From being untouchable." He gestured back toward All Might without looking away. "But that's not why people followed him. That's not why he became the Symbol of Peace."
His voice hardened.
"They followed him because even when he was afraid, he still stood up. Even when his body was failing, he still smiled. Even when the whole world was on his shoulders… he carried it."
Izuku took a step forward in the air, closing the distance.
"You didn't expose his weakness tonight," he said. "You proved his strength."
The cameras caught All For One's mask twitch.
"You can strip away the light," Izuku went on, "you can drag the truth into the dark, you can tear down statues and symbols—but you can't erase what he taught us."
He clenched his fists, moonlight glinting off his costume.
"He taught us that being a hero isn't about never falling. It's about standing back up. Again. And again. And again."
Izuku's gaze swept briefly over the city—broken, burning, but still standing.
"All Might doesn't need to be invincible anymore," he said quietly. "Because he already won."
Then his eyes locked onto All For One, sharp and unyielding.
"The world doesn't end because a hero is revealed to be human," Izuku said. "It moves forward."
He walked forward, placing himself fully between All For One and All Might.
"You wanted him to die broken and disgraced," Izuku said. "But all you've done… is make room."
Room for us.
"For the next generation," Izuku finished. "For heroes who were inspired by him. Heroes who learned from him. Heroes who will protect this world—not because they're perfect… but because it's the right thing to do."
He straightened, voice ringing with quiet certainty.
"This era was built by All Might."
A pause.
"And now," Izuku said, eyes glowing faintly even without the sun, "it's our turn."
Izuku vanished from sight.
One heartbeat All For One was staring down at the broken street below—the next, Izuku was behind him.
The air detonated as Izuku reappeared, fist already moving. All For One reacted on instinct, twisting and swinging a counterpunch heavy with stacked quirks.
Too slow.
Izuku's perception sharpened, the world stretching into slow motion. He slipped past the blow by inches, grabbed All For One's arm at the wrist, and pivoted.
"You talk too much," Izuku said calmly.
He drove his fist into All For One's side.
The impact cracked the night like thunder and launched the villain straight upward, shattering windows for blocks as he vanished into the sky.
All Might let out a tired breath.
"Thank you… Midoriya," he said, voice rough but sincere. "For what you said." Then his shoulders sagged. "Still… I never imagined I'd need a student to finish my fight."
Izuku paused in midair, glancing back over his shoulder with a small, easy smile.
"You don't," he replied. "You already did. This part's just cleanup."
All Might blinked.
Izuku's smile widened just a little. "Enjoy retirement, All Might. You've earned it. Rest easy.
With that, he turned and rocketed upward, the shockwave rippling across the ruined city.
Grand Torino limped over and tried to guide All Might toward the medics. "C'mon, big guy. You've done enough."
All Might shook his head and lowered himself onto a chunk of rubble instead. "I'll stay. I want to see how this ends."
grand Torino looked at all might and asked what are your honest thoughts about him and all might said he still has long way to go but in him shine the greatest potential I've ever seen among those who would become hero's
A pause.
"And the woman?" All Might asked quietly.
"Safe," Grand Torino replied. "Broken leg, nothing more."
All Might smiled, relief softening his hollow cheeks.
High above the city, Izuku caught up to All For One in a blink.
He struck first—another punch, faster than sound—followed immediately by a focused blast of heat vision that carved a glowing line through the night and hurled All For One even higher.
All For One twisted midair, recovering with disturbing ease.
"So," the villain said, voice echoing through the sky, "you truly believe you can replace him?"
A translucent barrier snapped into place around him just as Izuku closed the distance.
Izuku slammed his fist into it.
The barrier didn't break—but it moved.
All For One's eyes narrowed.
Down below, heroes and civilians alike heard the sky itself crack, thunder rolling with every collision. Many looked up, hearts pounding, knowing exactly what those sounds meant.
Izuku drew back for another strike—
—and the barrier vanished.
His fist passed through empty air.
All For One seized the opening and smashed Izuku downward with a blow reinforced by countless stolen quirks.
Izuku tore through the clouds and slammed into the top of a ruined skyscraper, concrete exploding outward. He skidded across the roof, struck an exposed I-beam—
—and wrapped his hand around it.
Before gravity could claim him, Izuku ripped the beam free, swung it like a bat, and vanished again.
He reappeared directly in front of All For One.
"Wrong move," Izuku said.
The I-beam connected with a force that dwarfed artillery. The barrier snapped back up just in time—but it didn't matter.
The hit drove All For One straight down.
He plummeted like a meteor, smashing into the ground below and reopening the massive crater left from his fight with All Might.
Dust and debris erupted skyward.
Dust still hung thick in the air, rolling through the crater like fog.
From within it, All For One laughed.
The rubble around him shuddered—then tore free of the ground.
Chunks of concrete, twisted steel, and shattered asphalt rose into the sky, all seized by an unseen force. With a sharp gesture, All For One hurled the debris outward in every direction.
Izuku moved instantly.
He blurred through the storm, weaving between flying slabs and spinning girders, each piece missing him by inches. To anyone watching, it looked effortless.
"All that power," All For One sneered, voice echoing through the dust, "and you still don't see it."
The debris suddenly stopped midair.
Izuku's eyes widened—
—and the entire mass reversed direction.
Before he could fully turn, the rubble slammed into his back all at once, driving him straight down. He crashed into the street near All Might, the impact sending cracks racing through the pavement.
"You're still green," All For One said coldly. "Strong… but inexperienced."
All Might staggered forward. "Midoriya—!"
Izuku pushed himself up, coughing once before straightening.
"I'm fine," he said, brushing dust from his shoulder.
He reached down, fingers curling around a fallen I-beam, and ripped it free from the ground. With a sharp motion, he hurled it like a spear straight toward All For One.
The beam screamed through the air.
All For One raised a hand—
—and Izuku vanished.
He reappeared behind All For One.
Izuku drove his fist into the villain's back.
All For One was launched forward—straight into the I-beam.
All For One snarled as the twisted I-beam froze in midair. With a sharp flick of his hand, telekinesis hurled the steel aside like scrap. The ground shuddered as it crashed away, and before the dust could settle, a compressed punch of air tore through the space where Izuku had been standing.
Izuku slipped to the side at the last instant, the blast ripping a trench through the concrete behind him.
"Tch—still fast," All For One muttered.
A red-and-blue streak erupted forward.
Izuku blurred straight at him again, but this time he didn't pull back. His hand snapped out and caught All For One by the leg. The villain's eyes widened just a fraction before Izuku twisted his body and barrel-rolled, dragging All For One with him.
The ground exploded.
Again.
And again.
Each rotation smashed All For One into the street, cratering asphalt and pulverizing rebar as Izuku rolled, building momentum with every violent impact. With a final heave, Izuku threw him upward, launching the villain high into the air.
Izuku vanished.
Then reappeared directly in front of him mid-flight, just like he had at the U.S.J.
"All For One," Izuku said coldly, fist already cocked, "this ends now."
The punch came down like a meteor, driving All For One straight back toward the earth. Izuku didn't stop—he flashed ahead again, slammed him sideways into a building, then ricocheted him back toward the original crater in a brutal, controlled sequence of blows.
The final impact shattered the ground.
For a moment, everything was silent.
When the dust cleared, All For One lay in the crater, his body twisted and bloodied, bones visibly broken. Cracks spider-webbed beneath him. Slowly—unnaturally—his flesh knitted back together, broken limbs snapping into place as his regeneration kicked in.
"…Incredible," All For One rasped as he pushed himself upright. "To think such power would be born into this era."
All For One's masked head turned slightly. His gaze drifted past Izuku—to where All Might and Gran Torino sat atop a pile of rubble, battered but alive.
"Then perhaps," All For One said calmly, "I'll simply remove what you're protecting."
He lunged.
Before he could take a single step, Izuku appeared in front of him, hands clamping down on both of All For One's arms. The sudden stop cracked the ground beneath their feet.
"No," Izuku said firmly.
He floated upward just enough to brace himself—then drove both feet into All For One's chest.
The impact thundered across the battlefield.
All For One's body rocketed backward, armor denting inward as he was sent flying once more, disappearing into the clouds.
Izuku didn't let him fall.
The moment All For One was sent flying, Izuku shot after him, a red-and-blue streak tearing through the sky. In seconds, the ruined city shrank beneath them, clouds rushing past as altitude climbed at an impossible rate.
Izuku flew past All For One in the blink of an eye, then stopped—hovering near the edge of the atmosphere. The curve of the Earth stretched beneath him, thin wisps of air curling around his body.
He looked down.
With his enhanced vision, the world sharpened instantly. Buildings, streets, and finally a single figure tumbling end over end through the sky.
Found you.
All For One's body began to fall back toward the planet, gravity reclaiming him.
Izuku leaned forward and dove down.
The air screamed as he accelerated, speed building faster and faster until the sky itself seemed to split around him. Red and blue light wrapped around his form as he closed the distance in a heartbeat.
As he reached All For One, Izuku drew back his fist and then punched.
The impact detonated the air around them. All For One vanished in a blur, driven downward so fast his body shattered the sound barrier, a thunderclap ripping across the sky as he became a falling missile.
Far below, All Might stiffened.
The heroes heard it—a deafening bang, like the sky itself had been struck. Heads snapped upward just in time to see a figure plummeting toward the battlefield.
The collision was apocalyptic.
All For One slammed into the ground and a massive shockwave exploded outward, flattening debris, throwing heroes and villains alike off their feet. The earth buckled, concrete rippling like water as dust and smoke swallowed everything.
Silence followed.
Slowly, the dust began to settle.
At the center of the newly formed crater lay All For One. His body was broken beyond recognition—but even then, his regeneration activated. Bones realigned. Flesh stitched itself back together and when the healing finished All For One did not get back up.
He lay there, unconscious and unmoving.
Izuku descended slowly and landed at the edge of the crater, eyes never leaving All For One. Even unconscious, the villain felt dangerous. Izuku stayed there, standing watch, until the distant wail of sirens finally cut through the ruined city.
Police vehicles arrived first, followed by specialized containment units. The Iron Maiden was deployed with careful precision. As officers restrained All For One, heavy cuffs locking into place and suppression fields activating, Izuku didn't move an inch.
Once All For One was secured and loaded into the transport vehicle, an officer approached cautiously.
"Sir," the officer said, glancing between Izuku and the devastation around them, "I'm going to need to see your hero license."
Before Izuku could respond, a man in a black suit appeared beside them as if he had stepped out of thin air.
"That won't be necessary," the man said calmly, flashing an official badge. "This hero is fully licensed."
The officer blinked. "He is?"
"Yes," the man continued, adjusting his tie. "His registered hero name is Superman."
Izuku said nothing. He simply nodded once.
Moments later, he rose about fifty feet into the air and hovered, scanning the city. His vision pierced through layers of concrete, steel, and rubble.
"There," Izuku called out, pointing downward. "Three people alive under that collapse. Another group trapped beneath the subway entrance two blocks east."
Rescue teams moved immediately.
Suddenly, metal screamed.
One of the damaged skyscrapers began to tilt, its weakened foundation finally giving way. Heroes shouted warnings as the massive structure started to fall toward an already devastated street.
Izuku was there in an instant.
His eyes glowed, and twin beams of heat vision sliced cleanly through the building's remaining supports—precise, controlled, removing it from the collapsing foundation without igniting the surrounding area. He caught the skyscraper mid-fall, muscles locking as he lifted thousands of tons into the air.
With careful control, Izuku carried the building away from the city center and gently set it down in an open, empty zone far from civilians.
Then he went back to work For three straight days, Izuku never stopped.
He pulled survivors from beneath collapsed highways. Held up sinking tunnels long enough for evacuations. Lifted debris no crane could move. Continued rescuing people in the dead of night.
Meanwhile, at U.A. High, Nezu had gathered All Might, Vlad King, and Aizawa in his office. The atmosphere was heavy, the kind that pressed down even before anyone spoke.
Nezu folded his paws neatly atop his desk.
"All Might," he began, voice calm but sincere, "thank you."
All Might straightened slightly.
"You have saved thousands of lives over the years," Nezu continued. "You did so as a citizen, as a hero, and as a symbol. And you paid for it with your body… and your strength."
Nezu's gaze lowered. A tablet on the desk lit up, displaying a news article—ALL MIGHT OFFICIALLY RETIRES—the headline bold and unavoidable.
"As principal of U.A., and as someone who owes you personally," Nezu said quietly, "I cannot adequately express how grateful we all are."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Nezu tapped the tablet, the screen changing to graphs, comments, and public opinion reports.
"However," he continued, tone sharpening just slightly, "given everything that has happened, there are many who believe you should no longer continue as a teacher at U.A."
All Might's jaw tightened.
"Some," Nezu went on, "are pointing out that many of our recent troubles began shortly after your hiring. They fear the children will continue to be caught in the crossfire and that you can no longer protect them."
Aizawa clicked his tongue. "That's ridiculous."
"Emotions are rarely logical," Nezu replied. "Which is why this is such a delicate situation."
He folded his paws again.
"Nevertheless, I believe I know what we must do to ease the public's concerns."
Nezu's eyes gleamed.
"We must strengthen the faith people still have in the heroes we have left."
Vlad frowned slightly. "You mean—"
"Young Izuku Midoriya," Nezu said.
All Might looked up.
"Public faith in heroes has barely dropped," Nezu continued, "and that is largely thanks to Izuku's actions. His restraint, his compassion, and his unwavering presence have stabilized the situation in a way few could have managed."
Aizawa exhaled slowly. "That kid really doesn't know how to stop, does he."
Nezu smiled faintly. "No. And that is precisely why he inspires confidence."
Nezu reached into a drawer and slid several documents across the desk toward them.
"These papers outline my plan for U.A.'s future," he explained. "But before we can proceed, I need the three of you to speak directly with the students' parents."
All Might blinked. "You want us to convince them?"
"Yes," Nezu said simply. "Convince them to allow their children to continue their education here at U.A."
Silence fell again.
"When you are finished," Nezu added, "return here. After that, All Might, Aizawa, and I will personally visit the Midoriya residence."
All Might stiffened. "To discuss Izuku?"
"To understand his situation," Nezu corrected gently. "And to decide how best to support him… before the world's expectations become too heavy for one young man to bear."
Aizawa adjusted his scarf. "Yeah. That sounds overdue."
At the Jiro Residence
Kyoka's father leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, brow furrowed.
"I dunno," he said slowly. "Sounds pretty out of tune to me. I get that you guys don't wanna keep reliving what happened, but moving the kids into dorms isn't gonna change the fact that my daughter got injured."
Aizawa inclined his head slightly.
"What you're saying is completely true, Mr. Jiro," he replied. "This isn't about U.A.'s pride. We've thought long and hard about this, and we genuinely believe this is the best course of action."
He paused, then added more quietly, "I hope you'll allow us the honor of continuing to teach Kyoka. I believe—wholeheartedly—that U.A. can help her grow into the best hero she can be."
The front door slid open.
"Whoa, no need to get so formal, Mr. Aizawa."
Kyoka walked in, hands in her jacket pockets, expression relaxed.
"We decided what we were gonna do right after we got the notice in the mail," she said. "You should've heard my old man during All Might's fight."
Her eyes lit with curiosity.
"Speaking of which—what's going on with Midoriya? Is he coming back to U.A.? I mean… he's an actual hero now. How did that even happen?"
Aizawa sighed. "Honestly? I'm not sure yet. We'll be visiting Midoriya once we finish speaking with the rest of the class."
"And Principal Nezu will explain everything once you all move in," All Might added with a reassuring smile.
Kyoka shrugged. "Figures."
Her father huffed, then sighed. "…Yeah. Alright. We trust you."
Aizawa bowed his head. "Thank you."
As the car pulled away, Aizawa leaned back in his seat.
"Y'know," he muttered, "I thought the parents would come down on us a lot harder."
He glanced at All Might. "I suppose… I owe you a drink."
All Might chuckled softly. "No thanks. I can't drink anymore—and besides, it's not a contest."
He looked out the window as the car slowed.
"Also," he added, "the next family won't be as easy as the rest."
At the Bakugo Residence
The moment the situation was explained, Bakugo's mother smacked him hard on the back of the head.
"You kidding me? Hell yeah. Get this kid into a dorm room."
Bakugo spun around. "YOU HAG! Hit me again and I'll kill you!"
She hit him again without hesitation.
"Shut it. If you hadn't been so damn weak, you wouldn't've gotten caught and caused all that trouble in the first place."
"HEY—" Bakugo shouted.
Bakugo's father stepped between them, hands raised. "C'mon, you two. No fighting. We don't wanna scare your teachers, do we?"
Before it could spiral further, Aizawa spoke up.
"So," he said flatly, "you're giving us your consent?"
Bakugo's mother crossed her arms. "Oh, the dorms? Yeah. We're grateful."
She glanced at her son, then looked away.
"Katsuki's fearless. Good at everything he tries. Especially with that stupid-awesome quirk of his. People were always fawning over him—whether he deserved it or not."
Her voice softened just a bit.
"Probably why he ended up like this."
She looked back at Aizawa.
"That's why I liked what you said at the press conference. When I heard the school was watching him closely, I understood. I was worried about the kid, obviously. Didn't know how it'd turn out."
Bakugo clicked his tongue but said nothing.
"But he's back now," she continued. "Safe and sound. So it worked out."
She sighed.
"I'm sure U.A. is gonna face harsh criticism. Some folks won't let this go."
Then she met Aizawa's eyes.
"But we still trust you. So… we'll leave him to you."
Aizawa and All Might bowed deeply. "Thank you."
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As they turned and began walking back toward the car, Aizawa let out a slow breath.
"That's it," he said. "We just need to swing by U.A. and pick up Nezu."
All Might nodded. "Then we head out."
They'd barely reached the end of the driveway when—
"HEY!"
Both of them stopped.
Bakugo stood a few steps away, fists shoved into his pockets, eyes locked on the ground. After a moment, he walked over, stopping just short of them.
"…Thanks," he muttered.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow.
"For everything you did," Bakugo added, voice stiff, like the words were being dragged out of him. "Getting me back. Not… giving up."
All Might smiled warmly. "You don't need to thank us, young Bakugo."
Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Tch. Figures."
He hesitated, then looked up. "So… what's going on with Izuku?"
The name hung in the air.
All Might scratched the back of his head, expression turning thoughtful. "To be honest… we're not entirely sure yet."
Aizawa glanced toward the car. "We're heading to the Midoriya residence now. We plan to figure that out ourselves."
Bakugo looked away again, jaw tight. "Hmph. Typical."
Without another word, he turned and walked back toward the house.
Aizawa watched him go. "…That kid's carrying more than he lets on."
All Might nodded. "Yes. He always has."
One Hour Later
The car rolled to a stop at the edge of the Midoriya family farm. Open fields stretched out under the evening sky, wind stirring tall grass and rows of crops.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes.
"There's already someone here."
A black SUV sat parked in the driveway.
They stepped out of the car, tension rising with each step toward the house. Before any of them could knock, the door opened.
"Ah," Hasashi Midoriya said, smiling politely. "You're right on time."
He ushered them inside without another word.
The kitchen was warm, familiar—and completely undermined by the presence at the table.
The President of the Hero Public Safety Commission sat calmly, tea cup in hand.
She looked up and gave them a smug, knowing grin.
"Well," she said pleasantly, "this saves time."
They took their seats in a heavy and uncomfortable silence. The ticking of a clock filled the room.
Finally, Aizawa spoke.
"With all due respect," he said flatly, eyes locked on her, "what were you thinking?"
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Giving a child a hero license," Aizawa continued, voice hardening. "Izuku Midoriya doesn't have all the tools he needs to be a hero. Not mentally. Not emotionally."
All Might leaned forward. "He's still a kid."
The President sipped her tea.
"And yet," she replied smoothly, "he just stopped the most dangerous villain in modern history."
Her eyes glinted.
"The public doesn't see a child. They see a symbol."
Aizawa's jaw clenched.
"That's exactly the problem.
Aizawa's eyes never left the President.
"You turned him into a tool," he said flatly. "You saw a terrified public and decided a fifteen-year-old was the fastest way to calm them down."
She set her teacup down with a soft clink.
"I gave him recognition," she corrected. "The public needed reassurance, and Izuku Midoriya provided it willingly."
"Willingly?" All Might snapped before he could stop himself. "He hasn't had a moment to breathe since the battle ended!"
The President folded her hands. "And how many moments did you have when you were the Symbol of Peace, All Might?"
Her smile thinned. "You didn't ask for permission either. You stepped forward because no one else could."
All Might's shoulders tensed. "That was my choice."
"And now it's his."
Aizawa leaned forward. "No. It's your pressure. You handed him a license knowing full well the media would never leave him alone again."
She tilted her head. "We handed him protection. Legal authority. Resources."
"Chains," Aizawa shot back. "Wrapped in paperwork."
Before anyone could continue—
The house shook.
Dishes rattled. The windows hummed with a deep, passing thunder that faded just as quickly as it came.
A few seconds later, the front door opened.
Izuku walked in.
Dust still clung to his boots, his hero suit scorched in places. Without a word, he pulled out a chair and sat at the table, folding his hands calmly in front of him.
Everyone stared.
Only then did he speak.
"While I was flying here," Izuku said evenly, "I had plenty of time to think."
He looked at each of them in turn—All Might, Aizawa, Nezu, his parents, and finally the President of the HPSC.
"I'm going to continue being a hero," he said. "That part isn't negotiable."
The President's lips curled into a satisfied smile—
"But," Izuku continued, "when I'm not rescuing people or stopping a villain, I want to continue my education at U.A."
The smile vanished.
"Absolutely not," the President said sharply. "We need you visible. As much as possible. That was part of the deal."
Nezu adjusted his glasses and stepped in smoothly.
"Technically," he said, "the only agreement Izuku made was to step forward after All Might's retirement. There was no clause stating he could not continue learning at U.A."
The President shot him a glare. "You're splitting hairs."
Nezu smiled pleasantly. "I specialize in that."
Izuku leaned forward.
"I can hear all of Japan," he said simply.
The room went still.
"I can reach anywhere in the country in minutes. I'll hear crimes that even the hero networks won't catch in time."
He met her eyes, unflinching.
"But I give you my word—I'll be a hero first and a student second."
Silence stretched.
The President exhaled slowly, irritation flickering across her face. Finally, she reached into her briefcase and pulled out a stack of documents and his hero license.
"…Fine," she said tightly. "On probationary terms."
Izuku signed without hesitation.
She stood immediately after, tea untouched now, and headed for the door.
"This arrangement is fragile and if crime goes up you will abandon U.A," she warned.
Then she was gone.
The house felt lighter the moment the door closed.
Izuku leaned back in his chair. "Now that she's gone," he said, "there's something else."
All Might blinked. "Something else?"
Izuku nodded.
"While I'm out there being a hero," he said, "I'm going to look for like-minded people."
Aizawa frowned. "For what?"
"To form a team."
The words hung heavy.
All Might stared at him. "…Why?"
Izuku looked at him then—really looked at him. And his voice softened.
"I'm sorry, All Might," Izuku said. "But you were a fool."
All Might flinched.
"You built a single pillar," Izuku continued. "And when that pillar broke, the world almost collapsed."
He clenched his fist.
"Right now, I'm stuck holding everything up by myself. And I won't let it stay that way."
Izuku stood.
"I'm going to form a team. People from all over the world. Heroes who won't rely on a single symbol."
His eyes burned with quiet certainty.
"They won't just follow me. They'll become pillars themselves."
He looked around the room one last time.
"So that if I ever fall," Izuku said, "if I ever die or disappear…"
The room was silent.
"…the world won't stop."
Nezu closed his eyes briefly, smiling.
Aizawa exhaled. "You're planning to change hero society."
Izuku nodded once.
A couple of days later, the grounds of U.A. High were alive with motion again.
Trucks rolled through the front gates. Parents carried boxes. Students dragged suitcases across the pavement, voices overlapping with nervous excitement and lingering tension. The scars of recent battles were still visible—cracked walkways, patched walls—but there was movement now. Purpose.
From the top floor of the main building, Principal Nezu stood near the window, paws folded behind his back as he looked down at the campus.
The new dorm system, he thought, is not merely about safety.
The reinforced structures, underground shelters, layered surveillance—those were the obvious reasons. The ones the public understood.
It is also how we address one of the most dangerous threats we have yet to neutralize.
Nezu's sharp eyes narrowed slightly.
The leak.
A quiet sense of unease had settled over U.A. ever since the attacks. Information had moved too cleanly. Too precisely. Someone in class 1-A has been feeding the enemy infomation.
To restore faith, Nezu mused, we must protect the future… even from itself.
Behind the scenes, a private investigation was already underway. Records reviewed. Communications traced. Movements analyzed. It pained him deeply to suspect his own staff—and worse, his students—but the reality left him no alternatives.
We must remind them, Nezu thought, watching Class 1-A's dorm light up one window at a time, that a bright future still awaits them… despite everything they've endured.
In Front of the Class 1-A Dorm Building
Aizawa stood with his arms crossed, capture weapon resting loosely around his shoulders. In front of him, Class 1-A had gathered—every student present except Midoriya.
Despite everything, seeing them all together again stirred something quiet and stubborn in his chest.
"Given everything that's happened," Aizawa said, voice flat but sincere, "I'm glad we were able to bring Class 1-A back together."
Sero raised a hand lazily." So… we all officially got the go-ahead to move on campus?"
"Yes," Aizawa replied. "After extensive review."
Hagakure waved both hands excitedly. "It took so much convincing for my parents! I thought my dad was gonna barricade the house."
Jiro nodded." Same. Mine were… pretty concerned."
Ojiro glanced at her. "That makes sense. You got the worst of the gas attack."
Jiro shrugged, fingers brushing her jack."Yeah. Still worth it."
Tsuyu raised a hand gently. "I'm really glad the teachers were allowed to come back too. I was worried after the press conference. People seemed pretty upset with you guys."
Aizawa exhaled slowly. "I was surprised myself," he admitted. "But circumstances have changed. It was likely easier for the administration to allow us to return than to replace the entire staff."
He paused, eyes sweeping across them.
"I'll explain how dorm assignments will work shortly."
Before he could continue, a hand shot up.
Diana.
"Before that," she said, "is Midoriya here? Will he be coming back to U.A.?"
The group went quiet immediately.
Aizawa nodded once. Midoriya told us he intends to remain a hero."
A few students stiffened.
"But," Aizawa continued, "he will also be returning to U.A. However—he'll be leaving whenever he's needed as a hero."
Mina's eyes widened. "Wait—how did he even get a hero license?!"
Aizawa's gaze sharpened just slightly. "That's not something I'm allowed to discuss."
He looked over the class.
"But," he added, "when you see Midoriya, you're welcome to ask him yourself."