Izuku Midoriya - Quirk: Isekai

All For One

After eight years, All For One's face still hurts. He still hates how it feels to reflexively try to blink, and the lump of flesh where his eyes used to just twitches aimlessly. He really does hate All Might with a burning passion. Someday, the number one hero will stub his toe just as he steps on a lego, and he'll know real pain.

Any physical activity hurts, and he has no friends. All of his stupid lackeys worship him like a god—which is pretty great, he won't lie, but it gets old—and they assume everything he does is a part of some grand scheme to take over the world. Can't a guy just try to have fun every once in a while?

The answer is yes, he is going to have so much fucking fun when he finally convinces the Shie Hassaikai to let Eri heal him. He can't wait to go to a movie theater again; the mask and the lack of eyesight kind of ruin the experience. He understands why Overhaul is so wary of him, but it'll just take some time to build up a relationship. After all, there is not a single person alive that actually knows who All For One really is, what his motivations are, and why he became the leader of the underworld.

It's funny how as quirks became more accepted, he became more feared. Society went from loving him and his ability to balance the scales, to hating him and his ability to tip them. Well, it's funny as long as he doesn't think about it too much.

He straightens in anticipation as he hears footsteps outside his door; are the two vigilantes here already? He would doubt it, but his servants are too afraid to bother him unless they've completed what he asked. He doesn't understand why; he's never once punished one of his subordinates. Not even at the height of his power when he ruled the criminal underground. He supposes his false reputation precedes him.

"Hey, are you that AFO fucker?" a brash voice asks, and All For One feels a grin about to split his face. Finally, someone that can stand in his presence and say a fucking swearword! Honestly, the way people tip-toe around him, you'd think he was a preacher instead of a crime lord.

"That is how I am known," All For One acknowledges. "No one actually calls me by the initials, but it is much easier to type and since my real name isn't on the bnha wiki, this is the best we can do."

Cut! No, All For One, only I can break the fourth wall. I'm the narrator. Yes, I'm just one kid's quirk, and no it doesn't make sense why I narrate for everyone, but that's just the way it is. Alright, take two. 

"Hey, are you that AFO fucker?" a brash voice asks, and All For One feels a grin about to split his face. Finally, someone that can stand in his presence and say a fucking swearword! Honestly, the way people tip-toe around him, you'd think he was a preacher instead of a crime lord.

"What, does he not have to change his line? I thought you said no initials."

Cut! Fuck you, All For One. Take three.

"Hey, are you that AFO fucker?"

"In fact I am, young Bakugo."

Cut! You don't know his name yet, dumbass. Take four, action.

"Wait, are we rolling?"

Oh my god. When I say action, the scene starts. Take five. Action.

"Hey, are you that AFO fucker?"

"...yes."

Thank fucking Horikoshi. It's not villainous or dramatic, but we'll work with it.

"What do you want from us?" Bakugo asks challengingly, folding his arms. Just because this guy is supposedly some big shot doesn't mean he automatically deserves respect. "Or do you make it your job to bother every new vigilante?"