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Endeavor’s flame had finally gone out. There he laid in the rubble battered and bruised with his detached legs laying next to him. Blood poured from every pore as every muscle and bone in his body trembled in pain; every breath he took was painful, with every blink more blood spurted from his torn veins.
The ongoing battle between the other Heroes and All For One became a hum in his ears. His breathing became more shallow and his vision began to become spotted, that’s when he heard a voice.
“Father!”
Endeavor could only turn his eyes to vaguely see the blur of UA uniforms sprinting towards him, all being led by his son. He averted his eyes, feeling ashamed that Shoto had to see him like this.
“Sho-”
“No…” Shoto began walking towards his father but as soon as he got close enough, dropped to his side tears welling up in his eyes. “No no no no no!”
Endeavor watched Shoto cry, his heart began aching as silver tears rolled down Shoto’s dusty face, he had an itch to wipe away Shoto's tears but he couldn’t move. Though he knew he was destined to die a painful death, it didn’t mean he didn’t have regrets. He regretted everything; his parent’s deaths, he regretted not making more friends, he regretted his quirk marriage, he regretted his power…
“I…”
He regretted his ambitions, his ego and the pain he caused people; the pain he caused his family…
“I regret…” Shoto wiped his tears and looked to his dying father, his eyes still spilling tears and shook his head frantically. He began saying something that Endeavor couldn’t hear.
He regretted his passions, he regretted his fame, he regretted his ignorance. Shoto had begun shouting something but the only thing Endeavour could make out was the word ‘Father’. With what little strength he had left Endeavor inched his hand closer to Shoto and then weakly pinched the ruined fabric of his son’s uniform.
“...not loving you enough”
Endeavor neither heard his son’s dreadful sobs that echoed across the battlefield nor saw his anger that manifested itself into a sea of flames that covered everything in it's path. Endeavor's final destination was the endless void that death welcomed with.
“To All Might and his Legacy!” Those words echoed in his mind.
Yagi Toshinori sat on a bench at the side of the road, whisking his beer mindlessly. He should’ve been elated to be back in America, to have been reunited with his old middle school friends, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He sighed and threw his head back, downing the whole bottle in frustration. He slammed the empty bottle down on the bench and wiped his mouth with another sigh.
The shadows of passing vehicles rolled off his tired, ageing face. He wondered for so long, since his legacy was over, what he would do? He thought of buying his grandparent’s old beach house and living out the rest of his days there, peacefully. Maybe staying in America and hanging out with his old friends more? Maybe…just maybe he would find something to keep himself distracted.
“May I sit here?” As he thought, a girl, no older than a teenager, stood next to the bench.
Yagi looked up at her, she stood there in a simple hoodie and jeans with her hands in her pockets. She wore a mask; the only features visible were her large, innocent amber eyes and silver hair tied up in a messy bun. Though he was drunk, he didn’t fail to notice the scar under her eye. He hummed.
The girl sat next to him, her hands never leaving her pockets.
They sat there in a strained silence, then the girl spoke in a low voice.
“It’s a beautiful night isn’t it,” she smiled at him with her eyes.
Yagi nodded and continued looking at the road. She sighed.
“Yagi Toshinori, right? Do you know a lady by the name of Ann Hill?”
“Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t know her, if she's missing you could ask the…”
“No...!”
Yagi paused, then looked at the girl, startled by her sudden outburst. Though she was still facing the road her large, once innocent eyes were now filled with an inescapable rage; the grinding of her teeth could be heard under her mask.
“Are you alright?” Yagi turned towards the girl--his eyes filled with concern.
The girl breathed out shakily then chuckled. Yagi moved to comfort her but with one swift motion her hidden hand had a gun aiming directly at his heart. He looked at the gun with furrowed brows, shivering as its cold muzzle was digging deeply into his ribs. He chuckled then turned back to the road; the girl's eyes widened then scooted closer to him, pressing the gun deeper into his ribs.
"You bastard...Have anything to say?" she grinded her teeth.
Yagi sighed. He then turned back to the road, watching the cars pass--he guessed this was the end for him.
"I hate seeing children like you"
Fitz! A muffled shot was fired.
Toshinori's mouth began pooling with blood, though, it wasn't a very foreign feeling. His body was becoming hyper aware of everything; his vision became filled with a blinding array of street lights, his skin was buzzing and spewing sweat. From his blurry peripheral vision he could see the young girl walking away, his signature smile was not plastered on his face. He figured if it was his time, he should go out how he came...with a smile.
Usually this was the point where he expected himself to remember everything he missed...all that he lost, everything he regretted...but he couldn't think of anything, though he felt like he was missing something. He had felt like he had already done everything this life had in store for him but...it wasn't satisfactory. Now that he was dying, he felt dissatisfied. How selfish of him.
"Heh, some legacy that was..."