It's been two days since the hero raid led by All Might and Endeavor —
the raid that saved me, Izuku Midoriya, a first-year U.A. student…
And captured All For One.
He was taken straight to Tartarus — restrained, drugged, chained, buried under layers of security.
Even thinking about it felt unreal.
Meanwhile, I've been placed under house arrest.
Partly for my safety… and partly because the world suddenly had questions I didn't know how to answer.
Because no one — not even me or mom — knows the truth about my connection to All For One.
And honestly?
This is messed up.
Completely, painfully messed up.
A son killing a father…
A father killing a son…
Is this why, even in my past life, the manga kept Izuku's father hidden?
Always in the shadows — unnamed, unimportant, forgotten?
If All For One really is my father… that would be disastrous.
Not for Izuku Midoriya.
For me.
Because I stopped seeing these characters as fictional a long time ago.
They're real to me. They breathe. They bleed. They break.
Ever since I turned four, my memories from my previous life have been vivid — so vivid I sometimes couldn't tell which "life" hurt more.
But even before those memories came back…
I was still Izuku Midoriya.
I still wanted to save people.
I still wanted to smile like All Might.
I still believed in heroes.
But now?
Now everything is cracking.
I don't know what All For One did in the past.
I don't know if he really is my father…
But the way his eyes changed when he looked at me…
That shook me to the core.
Was he actually my father?
Or did he shape-shift using some twisted version of my memories?
I don't know.
But I will find out.
Because even when he smiled — a villain's smile —
his eyes looked like they were hurting.
And that hurt me too.
Everything kept replaying in my head:
the fight, the way he said my name, the sadness in his voice.
Over and over.
knock knock
A sharp knock broke the suffocating silence.
Mom peeked inside first, gentle as always.
"Izuku… someone is here to see you."
"Who—?"
Before I finished, a tall shadow filled the doorway.
"All Might…?"
My voice came out smaller, weaker than I expected.
He looked different today.
Not in muscle form, not in skeletal form…
but something in his eyes had changed.
Guilt.
Fear.
Worry.
A man carrying a weight he couldn't punch away.
"Young Midoriya… may I come in?"
I nodded.
He stepped in, closing the door softly — almost too softly for someone like him.
"Young Midoriya… are you all right?"
His voice was gentle, trembling.
I blinked, trying to steady myself.
"…I'm all right."
He didn't believe that. Not for a second.
He swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly.
"Young Midoriya… I'm sorry. I dragged you into this."
"All Might… it's not your fault. I… I let my guard down."
But he shook his head violently.
"No. It is my fault."
Then he said it — the thing that made the room feel colder.
"Before I managed to restrain him… All For One said something."
My throat tightened.
"…What did he say?"
All Might hesitated — truly hesitated — for the first time since I'd known him.
"When I faced him… All For One said:
'I dragged the boy into my war..don't involve him into this mess' "
My blood ran cold.
Those weren't the words of a demon lord.
Those weren't the words of a monster.
Those were the words… of a father..
"…His eyes," I whispered. "When he looked at me… they didn't feel like a villain's eyes."
All Might closed his eyes.
"I know. And that terrifies me, Midoriya. Because for the first time in years… All For One looked human. I don't know what to trust anymore..my instinct as a hero..or facts infront of me"
Silence fell — thick and heavy.
I didn't know which was worse:
the possibility that he was lying…
or that he wasn't.
All Might looked at me with an expression I had never seen before —
not pride, not disappointment, not fear.
Love.
Pure, parental love.
"I never once regretted choosing you, Midoriya," he said quietly.
"You have the heart of a hero. That doesn't change even if you are somehow related to him."
My breath caught.
I lowered my head, fists trembling. Because I know what all for one has done to all might even so he still..
"…All Might…"
He placed a hand on my shoulder — warm, steady, unwavering.
"It was the right choice. Ever since the day you leapt at the sludge villain… you've been my greatest hero."
My throat tightened painfully.
"So I plan to use the time I have left," he continued.
"I'll help you become the next symbol. Properly. Completely."
"But All Might… your embers—"
"No," he said firmly.
"The torch has been passed. And now, I'll stop hiding. I'll work as a hero for as long as my body allows. Because I won't… I won't let a fifteen-year-old boy carry this alone."
He smiled — the brightest smile he'd shown me in months.
A smile full of pride… and fear… and love.
"I can't stop him," I thought.
"Not when he looks like that."
Not when he believes in me more than I believe in myself.
Not when, despite everything…
he chooses me again.