A Collector

Uncle Toshi

Toshinori Yagi's P.O.V

For the last few months, I had been trying to see if I could find anyone who knew anything about where Izuku went. I didn't have the connections that Aizawa did. That's why he was called. He's an underground hero, one that could talk to the denizens of the criminal underworld without raising alarms. That is one thing daylight heroes cannot do, we're too well known that when we try and talk to the people Aizawa does, they don't trust us. It makes sense, but it doesn't make things any better. I assume Inko's having the same problems. She's a fairly well-known hero who would have more problems than me since she can't transform herself. 

I wanted to find him so I can apologize and give him One For All so he could be a hero. When I had figured out he had All For One I was surprised and hesitant about the idea of giving him One For All. How would it mix with his own quirk? Would he end up like the true One For All? I don't think he would. From the few memories I have of him when he was young he never was one to try and hurt others. Those memories were only reinforced by Izumi's accounts. She said he was always one to try and help others. Even when the ones he was protecting didn't ask for protection, or were previously his bullies, he still helped him. He is a true hero. 

   until he killed someone...

It's a shame that I never saw that before. Maybe if I had, things would have gone better for us. We could have been a family properly. If it weren't for me forgetting the roots of my once quirklessness we could have been a family. It's all my fault I thought as I started crying. If I had been a better father to both Izuku and Izumi wouldn't have had the idea that bullying Izuku into submission would have been a good idea. If I had been a better father I none of this would have happened. 

I was born quirkless, too, and I hated my life. Back then, it wasn't as uncommon to be born quirkless - about five were in most classes- but it was still just as taboo. At school, students ignored me, and teachers weren't paid enough to care. I ended up doing all group projects alone, first out in dodgeball, stuff like that. Not bullying per se, just enough to let me know that I wasn't like them, and never would be. Honestly, though, I didn't care, what was worse was my family.

They cared too much. Suffocated me with love, treated me like I was glass—too delicate to do anything, too fragile to make anything of my life. Their plan for me was to stay with them for the rest of my life, never too far from their sights. They were great but too paranoid to be supportive, and that was the worst feeling. Knowing that the people closest to you thought you were too weak to make anything of your life, or be anyone important. I felt suffocated and alone with all their worrying.

I didn't want that kind of life for my son.

So, when we found out he was quirkless, I wanted to give him some time to process. That's all I really wanted when I was younger—time to myself. But I suppose somewhere along the way, "some time to process" must have turned into months, and then years.

Between tears, I sniffled out "Izuku. I'm so sorry."

I did the exact opposite of what I had wanted. I didn't want him to feel alone in a room full of friendly faces, but instead, he felt alone in a room full of strangers.

As I was sitting there feeling guilty I heard a knock at the door. I wiped my tears, trying to make myself look at least somewhat presentable, and got up and opened the door.

"Hey!/Greetings! Uncle Toshi!" Two familiar voices were heard by the door.

Oh no they're here!

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This is the first time I've done something with Toshinori in a while. I tried to make him seem as sorry and miserable as possible while adding new players.