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Midoriya Inko picks up the rice in the church where the wedding has been. An odd job that she took for some extra money, given they’d cut her hours at the hospital. Despite her having a quirk, having a son without one still made her an undesirable. It’s not her fault, nor is it Izuku’s fault that he’s quirkless, but society doesn’t care.
She finds the tedious work calming, though. The church only had a broom and dustpan, no vacuum, and the broom isn’t in the best shape, so it leaves some grains of rice behind as she sweeps. Her quirk helps, but she still ends up having to kneel down and pick up grains by hand.
But it’s easy work, in the grand scheme of things, and she’s getting paid more than she should simply because the pastor is kind. Plus, she got to be there to see the wedding, and wow was it beautiful! The bride wore a gorgeous flowing white gown, with a train and veil. It was one of the ball-gown styles, with lace around the bodice. Inko doesn’t know who cried more upon seeing the bride: her or the groom.
The groom was quite handsome as well, in an all black suit with a pop of color from his tie, which matched the bridesmaids’ dresses. His groomsmen wore dark gray suits with the same colored tie. It all just reminded Inko of her own wedding, when she wore a dress designed by her best friend.
She sighs at the memory, a tear rolling down her cheek. Inko hasn’t seen her husband in years, not since their son was diagnosed quirkless. But he’s simply working in America. And he sends money. Sometimes. Though it’s become less and less frequent recently, and he hasn’t called for a couple years either, just the occasional letter.
But she has a loving family, and great friends. She has nothing to be sad about, and she got to see a beautiful wedding! And she’s getting paid for doing almost nothing!
“Thank you for your help today, Mrs. Midoriya,” the pastor says as he steps down the aisle, carrying a few decorations from the wedding ceremony. The wedding had moved on to the reception which was happening a few blocks away, at a nice upscale restaurant. A place Inko could never fathom visiting given the cost.
“Oh, of course! I’m happy to help!” Inko smiles as she turns to the pastor. She dumps the filled dustpan into a trash can she’s set in the aisle and brushes off her skirt with her hands, since she’d just been kneeling. “Is there anything else I can do?”
“No, no,” the pastor waves her offer off. “You’ve been plenty helpful. Let me put these away and I’ll get you the money I owe you. I’m sure you want to go home after being here all morning and most of the afternoon.”
“It’s no bother, truly!” Inko says. “Izuku is a good kid and is fine being left home alone. He has homework anyway, and I told him I expected it done by the time I got home.” She chuckles as she follows after the pastor, dragging the trash can behind her and holding the broom and dustpan in one arm.
“He certainly sounds like a good kid,” the pastor agrees, throwing a smile over his shoulder at Inko. “You can leave the trash can there, we’ll use it to empty the smaller trash bins from elsewhere in the church. And you know where to put the broom.” He gestures to the small closet off the side of the main room.
Inko lets go of the trash can then shuffles over to the closet, opening it and diligently replacing the broom and dustpan in the spots she’d found them when she started the clean up. The closet is relatively empty, mostly used for storage, but Inko still does her best to organize it while she’s there. She can’t help it anymore, often organizing and reorganizing her apartment even when it’s already clean and organized. It passes the time, gives her something to do, especially when Izuku is at school. She worries otherwise. Well, she still worries even as she busies herself, but it’s not as bad.
“Here you are,” the pastor says, returning with an envelope of cash. “I’ll let you know the next time we’re expecting a wedding, if you’d want to help again?”
“Oh, yes, please! I love weddings,” Inko sighs dreamily. “I’m always reminded of my own, and it’s so nice to see the young happy couples!”
The pastor chuckles. “I agree. Have a wonderful rest of your day, Mrs. Midoriya.”
“You as well!” Inko says as she turns to leave.
She exits the church, the sun bright overhead and she has to raise her hand to shade her eyes as she shoves the envelope of money into her purse. The weather is pleasant, not too warm nor too cool. And the cloudy skies that had plagued the morning have certainly disappeared given the glaring sun. Inko chastises herself for not bringing her sunglasses or even a sun hat. Shaking her head, she turns and begins walking down the sidewalk in the direction of home.
Walking a few blocks, she pauses when she hears a muffled argument. She slowly steps over to the nearby alley, peering down its length to see a young woman, back against the wall and her hands up, one clutching the handle of her purse, as a masked man holds her at gunpoint, demanding the purse.
Inko ducks back around the corner, breathing heavily. Certainly there’s heroes around, right? She scans the street but sees no one; no heroes nor cops. She pulls her phone out only to see that it’s dead. Right, she forgot to charge in the night before, having been distracted by Izuku’s latest scrapes and bruises that he swears are from him being clumsy, but she knows better.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Inko rounds the corner again and calls out.
“Hey, leave her alone!”
The mugger whips his head and the gun around to Inko. The young woman tries to run, but he turns back and aims at her again. The only way out of the alley is past Inko, the other end blocked by a tall chain link fence.
The young woman now stands between Inko and the mugger. He sneers at them both.
“Two for the price of one, eh? Just my luck! Gimme your purses,” he demands.
The young woman is crying, pleading to be left alone. “I swear, I don’t have any money! Please!”
“Shut it and drop the bag!” the mugger yells, waving the gun between the woman and Inko. “You too, lady,” he adds, glaring at Inko.
Then she sees it, the young woman shuffles back a bit, turning her head slightly, eyes flicking to the end of the alley. Inko knows that look, she’s seen it plenty in the hero movies and online videos of rescues: the woman is going to try to run.
The mugger must see it too, because he holds the gun steadier, finger moving from the side of it to rest on the trigger.
“Don’t-” Inko tries to say but is too late. The woman turns to run, and the mugger tenses, pulling the trigger. Inko uses her quirk to pull the gun. Though it’s not enough to pull it from the mugger’s hand, it does redirect its aim. She’s pleased for a moment when the young woman runs past her, uninjured.
Until she realizes where the bullet went.
There’s a pain in her stomach, and she looks down to see blood seeping through her blouse, quickly turning the pristine white a deep crimson.
“Shit!” The mugger gasps before he too is running out of the alley, leaving Inko to collapse to the ground behind him.
She tries to hold pressure to the gunshot wound, but it keeps bleeding. Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to scream for help, only coming out as a wheeze.
“Pl-please, someone…” she gasps out, curling in on herself. Unconsciousness pulls her as she bleeds out.
Inko finds herself walking into her apartment, greeted by a happy Izuku, and a smiling husband.
Midoriya Inko dies, living in a dream.
He’s in foster care now. Well, more like a group home, but the social worker said the adults were his foster parents. Every other kid there is also a foster kid. They share rooms, three per, because of how small the house is. Yet for some reason the social worker said this was a great place for him.
He thinks she meant it because no one else would want him, with his quirklessness and all. The other kids are a mix of quirkless, heteromorphs, and ‘villainous’ quirks. Of course, there’s only one other quirkless kid. A little girl a few years younger than Izuku. They share a room, along with a heteromorph with a dog-like face.
They aren’t called by their names. The adults just yell for a kid, and whoever comes is the one who gets stuck doing whatever chore they came up with. But if no one shows up, they go without dinner. Then breakfast, and maybe even lunch if they can’t get something at school, or if it’s a weekend.
Izuku wonders how the system works if this is what they do with the kids without families. None of the others have said what happened to their families, but based on the expressions of some of the kids, not all of their parents are dead. Some of them were probably abandoned. When Izuku tried to ask, he was punched in the stomach. His foster parents just told him it was probably deserved when he told them about it. And his tattling only caused more punches and kicks by the older kids.
One nice thing about the adults not caring too much about what the kids do, so long as they don’t cause problems, is that he can stay out after school. It’s not like he goes anywhere, but at least he doesn’t have to go home, if he can even call it that. It’s not home. Nowhere is home now that his mom is gone.
So Izuku finds himself sitting on the roof of Aldera Middle School most days, after the bell rings and the class is dismissed to go home. He waits for everyone to leave, though has to deal with Kacchan occasionally. He’s not as bad as he once was, hasn’t been since Izuku’s mom’s funeral. Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru were devastated, and tried to adopt Izuku but the authorities have made it extremely difficult. The last time Izuku saw them, they told him they were still trying but it was slow going.
It’s because he’s quirkless. He knows this. The authorities couldn’t care less about the quirkless, and so any paperwork related to them is pushed to the side, skipped over for any and every other document that comes across the desk. Hell, it might have even been thrown away and the authorities will use the excuse of it being ‘misplaced’ and that they’re ‘searching for it’ for as long as possible, hoping that eventually the people asking will give up.
Izuku figures that will happen. The Bakugos are nice, but they’ll give up eventually. They’re busy with their fashion design company, and Kacchan is probably trying his hardest to get them to leave Izuku behind.
Today, Izuku finds himself hanging out after class, writing in one of his notebooks about the recent new heroes that debuted. Unfortunately for him, Kacchan had been annoyed too much by the rest of their class, and he always took out that frustration on Izuku.
The notebook is snatched from his desk, his hands grasping at it before it’s held out of his reach by the blond.
“Fuckin’ nerd, writing this shit,” Kacchan sneers as he flips through the pages quickly. He pauses on a page, though, his lackeys asking what he found. Kacchan frowns and glares up at Izuku before snapping the notebook shut and using his quirk to burn it. He then tosses it out the window, where it lands in the pond in front of school. “Shitty Deku, you love quirks so much? Why not take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life.”
“Yeah!” one of the two lackeys cheers. “Maybe then you wouldn’t be an orphan!”
Kacchan whips around and explodes the other kid before stomping out of the room.
“Wh- Wait, Bakugo!” the unharmed lackey calls after him, pulling up his buddy. “What was that for?!” he yells as he and the other run out of the room after Kacchan.
Izuku stares down at his desk, pencil still in his hand. Maybe Kacchan is right. Maybe he should just hope for another life, even if he doesn’t get a quirk.
His mom is dead. He has no friends. His foster parents don’t care about him, or his foster siblings.
Pulling out another notebook and tearing a piece of paper out of it, Izuku begins to write.
Once he’s done, he folds the paper and sticks it in his pocket, then packs up his things and walks out of school, taking the long way back to his foster home. This path takes him across a bridge above the nearby river.
Upon reaching the bridge, Izuku pulls off his backpack and sets it down near the side. He sits on the edge, staring out over the river and turning over the note in his pocket.
Izuku pulls out his notebook again, snagging a pencil as well, and writes down some things he has memorized from the burnt and drowned notebook Kacchan took from him earlier. The notebook that he didn’t even bother picking up from the pond.
He rewrites as much as he can. Figuring he can at least leave it behind to hopefully be put to good use.
Midoriya Izuku writes the words of an analysis no one will hear. No one comes near as he slips his shoes off, sticking the first note in one shoe, and the analysis in the other.
He steps up on the ledge, takes a deep breath, and falls.
Hands dig into the freshly displaced earth. Dirt sticks under his fingernails and to his sweaty palms. He wants to use his quirk, but that would be desecrating a grave. Even De- Izuku doesn’t deserve that.
He looks up at the headstone, surprised there even was one until his parents said they had to threaten the engraver before they finally made it.
His eyes flick between the stone and its matching twin next to it.
Midoriya Izuku.
Midoriya Inko.
Katsuki’s parents left already, his mom unable to bear losing both her best friend and her best friend’s son. Both of his parents feel as if they failed Auntie Inko, first with her death and then with their inability to help Izuku.
But Katsuki was part of the problem. He distracted his parents from the adoption paperwork. He avoided dropping off the envelope of completed documents at the post office for several days until his parents found it tucked in one of his textbooks when they went to quiz him. And through it all, he treated Izuku like shit.
And now, Izuku was gone. Katsuki knew what they’d say at school, all of the other kids trying to get in his good graces. They’d say it’s what Izuku deserved. They’d say it was only a matter of time. They’d tell Katsuki he did good by driving Izuku to end it all.
Hot, angry tears poured down his face. This wasn’t what a hero would do. A hero wouldn’t have driven anyone to suicide. They’d have saved Izuku, helped him. Told him he was smart, that his analysis was good.
Both notes that were found, along with Izuku shoes and backpack, now sit in Katsuki’s pocket. One is a rewrite of the page Katsuki saw in Izuku’s notebook, the page that made him char and toss the notebook out the window. The page that analyzed Katsuki’s quirk and gave tips on how best to use it, on what kind of support gear could be helpful, on how to counter quirks that would be strong against Katsuki in his future hero career.
Katsuki can’t help the bark of humorless laughter that escapes his throat, his head tilting back to stare up at the slowly graying sky. What hero career? How can he honestly become a hero after what he’s caused?
The other note… Izuku’s suicide note. It blames no one yet everyone. Typical Izuku. He would never actually blame Katsuki, no matter how badly Katsuki treated him. So Katsuki’s parents just comfort him, thinking he’s lost a close friend, possibly even a best friend. And when Katsuki thinks about it, that was almost what Izuku was, wasn’t it? Izuku was the only constant in Katsuki’s life, besides his parents. Izuku was always there, cheering him on in a way that made Katsuki stupidly think he was being looked down on by a quirkless loser.
But in the end, Izuku wasn’t a loser. He cared about Katsuki. So much so that, even when he was driven to the edge by Katsuki’s words and actions, Izuku still left Katsuki something helpful.
Katsuki knows he has to make it up to Izuku. To become the hero Izuku always thought he could be.
Bakugo Katsuki wipes the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave of his childhood best friend. He wipes tears from his eyes, and makes his way out of the cemetery. He’d told his parents that he’d walk home, needing time alone to think and grieve or whatever. So they took the car and left without him, probably an hour ago at this point.
He walks down the street, hands in his pocket and head down. Rain drops begin to fall but he doesn’t care. Hell, he deserves to be soaked and miserable on his walk home.
There’s a commotion nearby but Katsuki ignores it, not caring about what’s going on around him as he sulks home. Until he’s suddenly grabbed around the waist. No, around his entire lower half.
“Well, well, aren’t you a good disguise!” a voice says.
Katsuki turns, eyes wide as he sees a massive blob of sludge behind him, grinning evilly.
“Get the fuck off me!” Katsuki yells, bringing his palms up to fire off his quirk. Except it’s raining, and his palms are barely covered in sweat. Instead of setting off a large explosion, his palms just crackle and pop.
“Oo, I bet that quirk is a strong one. And you’re a feisty one,” the villain says as he covers more and more of Katsuki’s body until only the teen’s head is free. “But now you’re mine.”
The villain’s goo starts to travel up Katsuki’s neck, wrapping his chin and trying to enter his mouth. It tastes disgusting, like trash and rot. Katsuki claws at his mouth to keep the sludge from entering his body.
He looks around wildly and sees civilians gaping at him. A few have phones out, recording him. He tries to yell at them, to tell them to get help and stop recording him, but no sound comes out.
Somehow, he keeps fighting off the villain, not succumbing to the sludge’s attempts to drown him. And finally, finally he sees some heroes. They try to rush in, and thanks to the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Katsuki has managed to sweat more. He fires off explosions, clearing some of the sludge, but in doing so he causes the heroes to halt their approach. One of them makes a move, but the sludge villain drags Katsuki back, out of their reach.
He sees Kamui Woods is one of the heroes, but rather than helping Katsuki, the hero just sets up a perimeter with his quirk to keep the civilians back.
Why aren’t any of the heroes trying to help? They’re just watching him and holding back the civilians.
“You brat!” the villain growls. “Stop fighting and accept your fate!”
Sludge covers his body again, wrapping around his head and covering his nose, forcing him to either hold his breath or breathe through his mouth. Katsuki tries to hold on as long as possible until he’s finally forced to gasp for air. And in that instant, the villain takes the opportunity to shove more and more of its sludgy body into Katsuki’s.
Katsuki’s vision darkens. He can’t breathe. The last thing he sees is the heroes doing nothing to help him.
No one was saved.
Look at him working, mending his scarf in the night when there’s nobody there. He patrols then takes a quick nap before heading to his other job. He waits for all the teenagers of his hell class to arrive before giving a special announcement. And then they’re off.
It was just supposed to be a simple field trip. They were going to meet Thirteen, see the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, and get their first lesson on rescue training.
Of course things couldn’t go smoothly. Nothing had since All Might joined the UA staff.
Aizawa Shota jumps into action, barking orders for Thirteen to protect his students.
He takes down the first few villains quickly, flaring Erasure to keep them from fighting back. But then he’s surrounded, some of these villains being heteromorphs meaning his quirk is useless. So he hopes they aren’t too strong and he can take them down quickly.
Screams fill his ears and he whirls around to look back at where he came from only to see his students falling into a misty void and disappearing. A few are left behind, cradling Thirteen’s body. His heart falls as he hopes both his kids and Thirteen are okay. But he has to keep the rest of the villains distracted.
A punch lands against his jaw, but Shota leans with it, spinning and staying on his feet. He blinks, resetting his quirk and wetting his eyes. His scarf is launched out and wraps up two villains, who he quickly incapacitates with kicks to the head. Then he’s flaring his quirk again and back to fighting multiple villains at once.
He feels a searing pain on his elbow and he leaps away, whirling around to see who he thinks is the lead villain. The man is covered in disembodied hands and Shota swears he heard him mutter about Shota being such a cool hero.
“Where is All Might? We were told he was supposed to be here!” the villain demands.
Yep, of course it was All Might. That man would be the death of him.
“Sorry to disappoint,” Shota mutters as he launches an attack at the lead villain. But a void opens up and his leap sends him flying into the mist. Falling to the ground, Shota finds himself several feet away, once again surrounded by other villains.
The villains take their chance to land a few cheap shots, but Shota is up in moments and taking them out again.
It’s now when he realizes that there’s fewer villains here than when he first noticed them. He hazards a glance back up the large central stairwell and finds only Thirteen and the few students he saw around her earlier. The misty voids are portals, and who knows where that villain sent his students. He can only guess that both the students and other villains were sent off together. Shota hopes his students can protect themselves well enough, and that someone, somehow, called for help.
As he turns back around, he’s sent flying from a punch. He rolls as he lands and looks up, groaning, to see the monstrous beast that was standing next to the lead villain originally now standing where Shota just was. It looks down at him with lifeless eyes.
“Meet Nomu,” the lead villain says, a grin evident in his voice. “It was designed to fight and kill All Might, but it could use you as a warm up. Nomu, kill him.”
The beast launches into action again, moving at inhuman speed. Shota tries to dodge, leaping to the side, but the Nomu’s hand wraps around his leg and pulls him back before proceeding to toss him across the central plaza. Shota slides and slams into the side of the fountain. He wheezes as the breath is pushed from his lungs, and he can tell that his ribs are at least cracked.
He lifts himself up, using the edge of the fountain as leverage, and tries to dodge another attack by the monstrous Nomu. He manages this time, and the Nomu punches a hole in the stone fountain, water now pouring out to cover the ground.
Erasure is flared as the Nomu turns on him again. It slows marginally in its approach, but not nearly enough. Then it’s on him again, grabbing him by the arm and tossing him back and forth like a ragdoll, forcing him to blink, which only leads to the slamming of his body into the ground becoming harder. His arm dislocates, his ribs definitely break this time. His head slams into the stone tiles of the plaza and he sees stars.
The Nomu lets him go, dropping him to the hard ground in a heap. Shota gasps for breath, hurting all over.
“You were so cool, Eraser Head,” the lead villain says as he walks over to Shota’s limp body. The man leans down, head tilted as he regards Shota. “Maybe All Might will show up if he finds out you and your brats were killed. Nomu.”
Shota slowly, painfully, turns his head to look up at the Nomu. It reels its arm back, fist aimed right at Shota’s head.
Before the Nomu’s hit lands, he hears it. A loud boom as the Number One Hero lands nearby.
“It’s fine now! Why? Because I-”
The man’s voice halts. Shota isn’t sure if it’s because All Might saw him, or if it’s because the Nomu’s punch landed and pushed Shota towards unconsciousness. Another punch, then another, then nothing.
Aizawa Shota lays lifeless on the cold stone tile of the USJ as All Might tries to save him. But what does he care?
One teacher dead. Multiple students severely injured. The public left in shock.
All Might was given the homeroom teacher spot for Class 1-A when Eraser Head was announced dead on the scene, after the rest of the UA staff finally arrived to drive off the villains that attacked the USJ. He thought it was a horrible decision. He was only at UA to pick a successor, something he’d yet to do. Mostly in spite of Sir Nighteye’s recommendation. The man who’d abandoned him when he was hospitalized, claiming he had to give up being a hero or die, now demanded he give the quirk to a student of his choosing?
No, that wasn’t how One for All worked. All Might would give it to who he believed was worthy, was a true hero, who could ensure smiles and hope for the future.
But somehow, his position as homeroom teacher worked out. Partially because the class size was cut in half after the USJ, with so many students withdrawing from the hero course after being injured and traumatized.
Then he lost another student, the youngest Iida, Tenya, when the boy tried to get revenge on the Hero Killer for paralyzing the current Ingenium. To no one’s surprise, Iida Tenya died alone in an alley, with the corpse of another hero, Native, nearby. Not even children were safe from Stain, apparently.
Then there was still the problem of the League of Villains, the ones who’d attacked the USJ all to get at All Might. They’d been there to kill him, not Eraser Head. But Eraser was the one who died in the end. They’d been laying low, other than a Nomu assault on Hosu.
It was getting bad enough that his former teacher, Gran Torino, had come out of retirement. First to berate him for not choosing a successor yet, but then to help lead the investigation into the League and its army of multi-quirked monsters.
They feared the worst, but had yet to be proven right or wrong.
Until the Summer Training Camp.
The League had attacked, kidnapping Todoroki Shoto, one of the few remaining 1-A students. All Might could do almost nothing as he’d been forced to use his time during the day, helping the students train. So as the League attacked, he was stuck in the lodge, hoping that Vlad King and the Wild Wild Pussy Cats could take care of things.
That only resulted in a missing student, a missing hero, and even more injuries.
But they were lucky. Yaoyorozu and Awase had managed to stick a tracker on one of the Nomu that attacked along with the League. They’d also been lucky to survive as the Nomu was recalled just before it would have killed them when the villains went home with their prize.
So now, here he was, with a team of heroes outside of a seedy bar that was supposedly a base of operations for the League, if reports of seeing the leader, Shigaraki Tomura, entering and leaving were true. Meanwhile, another team was dealing with what they believed to be a Nomu storage facility. All Might just hoped that they weren’t too late to save young Todoroki.
The Commission had somehow managed to convince Endeavor to support the Nomu Assault Team, given it was his son that had been kidnapped. No one wanted to risk Endeavor losing control and burning everything around him if his son was hurt, or worse.
The assault began simply and went as planned. All Might punched in the door to the bar, and was glad to be met with the full League of Villains. Kamui Woods quickly trapped them all while Edgeshot incapacitated the warper, Kurogiri. He was about to free Todoroki when goo began to pour from the mouth of the teen as well as every villain there. The goo covered their bodies and then they were gone.
“The Nomu Assault Team needs help!” an officer calls through the broken door. “They said a new villain has shown up and… leveled the entire block!”
All Might’s blood runs cold. He’d seen destruction like that before, when his master was killed.
But it couldn’t be. That man had died.
Regardless, he leaps into action, running as fast as he can to get to the other team, jumping over buildings and between streets.
He is met with several unconscious heroes, the League, young Todoroki… and the man he desperately hoped to never see again.
“There you are,” the villain says. His head was covered in a metal helmet, with pipes running along the sides. But All Might didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. All for One managed to survive their last encounter just like All Might. And he was back.
“You!” All Might yells as he jumps towards All for One, landing a punch against the man’s helmet and cracking it.
The villain only laughs as his helmet falls apart, giving All Might full view of an eyeless and noseless face. But the grin is still there. The grin that he saw when Shimura Nana was killed. The grin he saw as he was dragged away by Gran Torino. The grin he saw before he crushed the man’s head the last time they fought.
“Hmm,” All for One hums, still grinning. “You’ve yet to pass it on. What a nice turn of fate. I can take One for All back here and now!”
The titans clashed for the second time in a decade. All for One, despite his injuries, manages to keep the upper hand for most of the fight, slowly but surely draining All Might’s time limit. Steam billows from his body as he breathes heavily.
All Might draws on the full power of One for All and jumps, but then lets himself deflate for a moment. He pushes the quirk into his right arm as his body flies towards All for One. The supervillain just chuckles and pumps an arm full of his stolen quirks to counter All Might’s punch yet again.
But the Number One Hero deflates his right arm, pushing the quirk into his left arm and lands a punch against All for One’s undefended right side. Both men are sent careening to the ground, the impact creating yet another crater in the devastation of Kamino Ward.
All Might crawls towards the body of All for One, bent on ensuring the job is done this time, all the while his own body threatens to give up. Blood spills from multiple injuries, including the scars of his previous battle with the supervillain.
“You will never… hurt another person… again,” he breathes out as he, for the second time in a decade, grabs the head of his nemesis between his hands and squeezes, using the last seconds of his time limit with One for All to end the supervillain’s life once and for all.
Then All Might collapses to the ground as well, just barely managing to roll over to his back to stare up at the dark sky. The clouds their fight had created, thanks to the pressure change, began to recede, giving him a view of the moon and stars above.
And Toshinori Yagi dies in the rubble, to be buried along with his quirk.