At U.A,
In one of the vibrant fake cities designed for training exercises, All Might and Ash-Born stood facing each other, their gazes locked in a tense standoff. The bustling cityscape around them provided a dramatic backdrop as they prepared for their sparring match. All Might's eyes scanned the sky and caught sight of a helicopter carrying a news reporter, trailing behind Ash-Born. With a sense of determination, All Might refocused his attention on Ash-Born, who appeared lost in contemplation.
"Hey, Ash-Born! Are you alright?" All Might's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, seeking to break the silence that enveloped them. However, Ash-Born remained silent, his expression inscrutable. Suddenly, he turned towards All Might, a soft smile gracing his lips as he replied, "Yeah, I'm good. Let's start the match."
With a swift movement, All Might lunged forward, aiming a powerful punch at Ash-Born. To his astonishment, his fist passed right through Ash-Born as if he were a mere illusion. Bewilderment flickered across All Might's features as he turned back to face Ash-Born, only to find darkness closing in around him.
"Uhhh, Ash-Born?!" All Might's voice betrayed a hint of confusion as he grappled with the surreal turn of events. Before he could make sense of the situation, a sudden impact jolted him—a tomato hurled in his direction. Startled, All Might followed the trajectory of the fruit to see two figures in the crowd.
"Boo! How could you do this?" exclaimed Person 1, their voice charged with accusation. Person 2 chimed in, "Just because your son is quirkless, you treated him poorly. And you call yourself the symbol of peace?"
All Might found himself thrust into a public spectacle, surrounded by a sea of murmuring onlookers. His confusion deepened as he was abruptly shackled in chains, his protests drowned out by the disapproving murmurs that filled the air. Led away by stern-faced officers, All Might's inquiries fell on deaf ears, leaving him bewildered and disoriented.As he was escorted to the police station, All Might's mind raced with unanswered questions. Confined within the cold walls of a jail cell, he sought clarification from a stoic police officer seated nearby.
"Hey, officer!" All Might's voice carried a note of urgency, appealing for clarity amidst the chaos. The officer rose from his chair, making his way over to the cell, his demeanor stern.
"What is it?" the officer inquired, his gaze fixed on All Might.
Struggling to make sense of the accusations leveled against him, All Might implored, "Can you please tell me what's going on?"
The officer's response was cutting, his words laden with accusation.
"What's going on? Are you really asking me that question?" All Might's confusion deepened as the officer continued, recounting allegations of mistreatment towards a quirkless boy, accusations that struck at the core of his identity.
"W-what? How did you-" All Might's voice faltered, his disbelief palpable as the gravity of the situation began to sink in.
"How did we know? Well, it was your own son who told us everything," Hearing the officer's words, All Might's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled to his knees. His gaze lifted to meet the officer's, his lips parting as if to speak, but before he could utter a word, the officer interrupted him with a cold, dismissive tone.
"If you're going to ask about your family, I suggest you refrain. You'll be seeing them soon enough." officer
"Wh-what?" All Might
"Didn't you know? Your son spilled everything. Every detail. It's obvious everyone involved will be apprehended." Officer
"Everyone?" All might
"Yeah. Every. Single. One." With those words, the officer turned on his heels, striding away with a smug smirk playing on his lips. Once the officer had vanished from sight, All Might shakily brushed the sweat from his forehead, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Where had it all gone wrong? Just as he was about to delve into his thoughts, a familiar voice pierced the air.
"Dad?" The sound of his son's voice froze All Might in place. Slowly, he turned to find Izuku standing before him. Guilt washed over him as memories flooded his mind—memories of neglect, of favoritism toward his quirk-endowed daughter, while Izuku, his own flesh and blood, was pushed aside because of his lack of powers.
All Might placed a trembling hand on Izuku's shoulder, tears welling in his eyes. As he wept, his grip tightened, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't shake the realization that it was Izuku's actions that had led them to this dire situation. His anger bubbled to the surface, and his grip shifted from Izuku's shoulder to his neck.
"Because of you, because of your quirklessness, my life is in ruins. Izumi and her friends will never fulfill their dreams of becoming heroes—all because of YOU." All might says his words dripped with venom, each syllable laced with resentment. Izuku struggled under his father's grip, pleading for mercy, but All Might's rage consumed him.
"I should have ended you when I first learned of your quirklessness. Then, none of this would have happened. All of this suffering—all because of you, you worthless—" All might
Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden impact sent All Might hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby building. As he staggered to his feet, dazed and disoriented, he realized he was in the fake city at U.A. A crowd of heroes had gathered around Ash-born, who was gasping for air, struggling to breathe.
Glancing upward, All Might noticed the swarm of news reporters, their cameras trained on the unfolding spectacle. Before he could fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, Endeavor seized him by the collar, forcing him to meet his intense gaze.
"All Might, have you lost your mind? This was supposed to be a friendly sparring match, not a battle to the death." Endeavour
"Wh-what?" All might says as reality crashed down on him like a ton of bricks. He had been lost in a haze of anger, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Desperation flooded him as he attempted to push past Endeavor, desperate to reach Ash-born and beg for forgiveness, but Endeavor held him fast, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern.
