The One Who Lived // Izuku Midoriya

25. the ember burning inside of us

Lol double update Bc I work tmr)

The finalities of the battle were intense, it was nothing like you had ever seen before.

It felt more like a goodbye—the ending of a villain this generation had hardly known, and to the hero who kept you all on your feet for decades.

All Might was bloodied, on the verge of death some would say. You saw flickers of your grandfather bounce around the screen—and you felt a moment of relief once it seemed the villain wouldn't get up again.

With fleeting strength, All Might adjusted his footing and raised his bloody hand in the air with a mighty fist, returning to his muscle form a final time to ease the public's mind.

But as the news reporters were divulging the news about All Might's final act as the number one hero, he returned to his normal state, holding out his pointer finger towards the camera.

"Now." The audio was clear. "It's your turn."

Izuku's eyes were glued to the screen, even as they welled with tears so uncontrollable he doubled over. And all you could do was watch along with Bakugou, wondering.

**

You didn't want to be at the hospital, but your father and grandfather had insisted.

You ended up being completely fine, the doctors suggested that your guardians watched you regularly for any signs of PTSD.

But now that the insanity of the last few days had slowed down, you were ready for some answers.

"Where is he?" You demanded your father, who you were now done putting up with his hugs and apologies.

"I told you—he's with All Might."

"I want to talk to him too."

When your father refused to take you to them, you searched through every hospital room until you found the one you were looking for.

You experienced some cries of protests from patients you were disturbing, but in the moment you didn't care.

You slammed the door open, cringing at how loud it actually was.

All Might, in his shrunken down form, glanced up at you with a small smile. "Ah, hello young Aizawa." He was expecting you.

"I need to speak with all of you."

*

"I know who All For One is now, so I'm done with all of the secrets." You were pacing across the room, addressing the three men. All Might was still in his bed and pitifully covered in bandages, while Gramps held himself up with his walking stick, and your father had occupied the chair Tsukauchi once sat in. "I want some answers. Now." You snapped.

The three of them exchanged glances.

"We were only trying to keep you safe." Your grandfather said begrudgingly. He didn't want to have this conversation, he stood by the fact that it wasn't safe for you to know and he hated explaining himself.

You nodded. "No shit, but that's not what I want to hear." Your father gave you a look that said I know you're mad, but watch your language. Just because of that warning look, you resisted the urge to flip him off.

"Where would you like us to start, Y/n?" Your father asked.

Your brows furrowed. "Who is Nana Shimura?"

All Might visibly stiffened at that one, you snapped and pointed at him. "Aha! I knew you were involved somehow."

"Y/n." Your grandfather snapped. "This is not a laughing matter."