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Oboro Shirakumo had the odd feeling that someone had been watching him lately. During several villain battles where he had close calls, he’d felt a prickling between his shoulder blades. But when he turned around, no one was there.
Lately he’d been caught up in an odd number of battles for a high schooler. After the latest fight, the villains had been loaded away into a police van, Nemuri was posing for pictures with civilians gaping at her costume (or lack thereof), and his two best friends had run over to check on him.
“I’m fine.” Oboro wiped sweat and grime off his forehead. “Just feeling kind of…watched. Oh, well, I must have fans.”
He’d attempted to play his bad feeling off as a joke. To his surprise, Shouta Aizawa said, “Me, too. I’ve been feeling eyes burning into my back. It gives me the willies.”
“Oh man, I thought it was just me!” Hizashi Yamada shouted.
This had gotten strange and worrying. Oboro felt the prickling again, then glimpsed a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. He lashed out on instinct, knocking aside a trash can to reveal…a man wearing a dark trench coat and fedora with his face covered in bandages.
“Oh, sorry, sir,” Oboro said. The man seemed a bit fishy, but he was also injured, and Oboro didn’t want to judge someone too harshly for his strange choice of clothing. After all, his own friends dressed stranger. Speaking of which…
Nemuri Kayama ran over screaming, “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! You’d better not be trying to steal my friends’ quirks!”
“I was only observing,” the strange man claimed. “My precious nightmare, how can you run around outside wearing so little? In front of boys too. You’ll catch a cold! Put on a shirt!”
Nemuri struck a pose. “Ugh, you don’t understand fashion.”
Oboro gaped, confused by all of this and not understanding (or believing) the reference to quirk theft. “Uh, nice to meet you, Mr. Kayama?”
“I have my mom’s last name. My dad is a loser who goes by All for One,” Nemuri informed him. “Yes, that’s his only name. No last name. He claims he named himself because my grandma got eaten by rats, but I think he’s just being dramatic.”
Oboro’s jaw dropped further.
All for One cried, “Back in my day, I had to steal all my clothing. I wore a trash bag for the first ten years of my life. You should be grateful to have shirts!” He whipped out a black sweatshirt and tried to shove it over his daughter’s head.
Nemuri dodged. “I don’t want to hear criticism about my clothing from someone who wears a demon king cosplay. Yes, I’ve seen your figurine collection, I know who you modeled your outfit after!”
“Hey! How dare you reveal family secrets!” All for One chased after his daughter, wielding the sweatshirt like a weapon he intended to slam over her head.
Nemuri ran from him, shouting over her shoulder, “My dad is a demon king obsessed loser! He runs around telling everyone that he injured his face in a fight with All Might, but he actually broke his nose because he walked into a door while glaring at me in my new hero costume.”
“When I get my hands on you, your hero costume will be a nun’s habit!” All for One chased Nemuri off into the distance, their voices fading away.
Oboro stared after them. “That was a thing…that happened.”
Aizawa said, “I think her father is a low-level villain. Obviously way below All Might’s league, of course. That bit was a blatant lie.”
Yamada said, “Nah, he doesn’t seem dangerous enough to be a criminal. I thought she said he was a cosplayer.”
“I think he’s the person who was following us around.” Tapping his chin, Oboro considered. Nemuri’s father had probably just been worried about her and her questionable costume choices. “I guess that means we’re not in danger after all.”
As it turned out, Oboro was right. All for One was too embarrassed to ever appear before the trio again. Oboro had a successful hero career, and later got a teaching job at U.A.
OMAKE TIME!
Nemuri: I don’t believe any of my dad’s stories about his stupidly Dickensian childhood. He probably made up his mother being eaten by rats to cover up her ditching him after he turned out evil.
Shigaraki Mom: Hey! Vault her!
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Yoichi: I’m proud of my niece for becoming a hero.
Nemuri: And I’m the prettiest in the family, too.
Yoichi: Hey! Vault her!
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All Might: I’m here for our fated battle—what happened to your face?
All for One: You.
All Might: We haven’t even started fighting yet.
All for One: You brainwashed the children in Japan into becoming heroes, my poor daughter picked a horrible hero costume, and I walked into a door. Therefore, it’s all your fault.
All Might: YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!
All for One: Not anymore, I had to disown her after she insulted my demon king tribute costume.
Nemuri: Dad, Mom says that dinner is at eight. You’d better not be late because you got in a fight with your archnemesis.
All for One: Sometimes I can still hear her voice.
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All for One: Since I don’t have a shadowy-faced butler to look after Tomura, I picked the next best thing.
Gigantomachia: I’M HONORED BY YOUR TRUST, LORD.
All for One: And now I’ve forgotten where I put my giant cat and the kid. Oops.
Tomura: Screw video games, I’m a wilderness survival expert now.
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Tomura: Are you coming along to the attack on U.S.J.?
All for One: No, Shouta Aizawa will be there and I can’t face him.
Tomura: Is Eraserhead too cool for you to handle?
All for One: Spare me the fanboy nonsense. My daughter told him some embarrassing lies about me, and I can’t risk him repeating them.
Tomura: Did Big Sis Nemuri tell him that your costume is a demon king cosplay?
All for One: It’s not a cosplay! It’s a tribute! That does it, you’re disowned too. No Nomu for you, young man.
Tomura: I’ll see if Eraserhead has a job opening.