We didn't speak.
There was no need.
We stood together—Kirishima, Momo, Shoto, Iida, Izuku, Katsuki, and me—gathered in the dark alley beside the train station, our eyes locked on the massive screen mounted to the department store wall. The entire street had gone still, dozens of civilians frozen like statues as the live broadcast painted the night with fire and fury.
All Might was on the screen. So was he.
All For One.
"That... bastard," Bakugo muttered, fists clenched.
All Might charged. But All For One was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he warped Gran Torino into the path of the punch.
"No!" I gasped, a hand flying to my mouth.
Gran Torino took the full brunt of the hit. The sound echoed through the city. Onscreen, All Might's expression shattered with horror as he caught his mentor's limp form.
"That monster used him as a shield," Izuku said, eyes wide, pupils trembling.
"And then used his power to reflect it back," Shoto added.
All Might recoiled as the force of his own punch slammed into him. On the screen, smoke and rubble filled the frame.
"He's not fighting to win," I whispered, my hands looking for anything to clutch on to. "He's fighting to protect."
All For One mocked him, of course. Claimed he only showed up to retrieve his disciple, but stayed to bury the Symbol of Peace. He spewed venom—hatred of how All Might rose to fame while he was cast in shadow. And then, he lifted his hand again, power glowing.
Another blast.
But All Might wasn't done. He pulled Gran Torino away and threw a counterpunch with all he had. Detroit Smash versus blast wave. The screen shook.
"He's bleeding energy," Momo said quietly.
I saw it too. He was moving slower. Grunting harder. He was cracking.
"He's holding back," Iida said. "Because civilians are nearby."
"He doesn't want to risk anyone else," I said.
Bakugo scoffed, but his voice was tight. "Stupid old man. Always playing the martyr."
On the screen, All Might hurled himself at All For One and grabbed his arm. Then, he threw Gran Torino away for safety.
And punched his nemesis straight into the earth.
His mask cracked. The crowd watching on the street gasped. So did we.
"That was... brutal," Kirishima said.
All Might staggered. His muscle form flickered. Part of his true form showed for the first time.
I saw the horror rise in Izuku's eyes. "No... they're all seeing it."
"The whole country," Momo breathed.
A little girl nearby clutched her mother's leg. "Mommy... what happened to All Might?"
The woman didn't answer. She didn't know how.
All For One wasn't done. He laughed.
Then he spoke her name.
"Nana Shimura," All For One said.
All Might froze.
"She died a failure. You know that, right? And her grandson is a villain. The worst of them. You didn't save him. You corrupted him just like she did."
Izuku flinched. Bakugo growled.
I stepped closer to Izuku. His breathing had grown rapid, his hands trembling.
"That's a lie," Izuku whispered.
But All Might wasn't denying it. His shoulders slumped. His glow dimmed.
"No," I said aloud. "Don't listen to him! He's trying to break you."
The civilians on the screen looked terrified. The Symbol of Peace, exposed and cracked.
And then—
"Don't give up!" a voice called.
It was the civilian All Might had saved. He stood up amid the chaos, fists raised.
"YOU CAN DO IT, ALL MIGHT!"
Others joined. From the crowd onscreen. From the one around us. From all over the country.
Even Katsuki, under his breath: "You idiot. Don't go dying now."
Izuku took a step forward, fists clenched.
"Come on, All Might. Please... one more."
All Might stood tall.
The last embers of One For All flared around his arm.
He smiled.
Oh that smile, the best thing about my father. Never in my life have I felt as safe and cared for as I do undo the gaze of that shining grin. My eyes begin to water, I tug at my shirt. My voice quiet, not even audible in the noisy surroundings.
"You can do it, dad."
"You can't take away what I am," he told All For One. "Being a Symbol... it isn't about power. It's about hope."
Gran Torino shouted. "Wait! He's not done!"
From the sky, two figures appeared—
"Endeavor," Shoto said, voice taut.
"Edgeshot too," Momo added.
They attacked together. Flame and blade. But All For One swatted them aside.
Kamui Woods arrived, helping evac the wounded. Tiger pulled the injured civilians to safety.
The heroes rallied. The country watched.
And All For One? He got angry.
He activated his final move. Quirks stacked on Quirks. His arm swelled, twisted, became something monstrous.
"That thing..." I breathed.
"It's not an arm," Izuku said. "It's a death sentence."
All For One charged.
All Might met him.
Fist to fist.
Light and darkness clashed.
The impact shook the city.
All Might was hit—hard. His arm reverted.
And then—he tricked him.
All Might shifted the power to his other arm.
"No way," Kirishima gasped.
All For One realized the mistake too late.
"UNITED STATES OF SMASH!"
The city shook.
A twister of wind and force ripped across the skyline.
I felt the ground shake beneath my feet.
When it cleared, All For One was down. In a crater.
All Might raised one arm, trembling.
Izuku dropped to his knees, breath caught in his throat.
Tears spilled from my eyes along with his as I leaned against his back for support.
Beside me, Bakugo whispered, "Old man... you actually did it."
The screen cut to black.
Then the world erupted in cheers.
Civilians. Heroes. Students.
I looked at Izuku. Through his tears he was smiling.
My father had done it.
He gave his last, his everything.
And saved us all.
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Fanfictioncomplete [F/N] [L/N] is an incredibly powerful young woman, living with one of the most powerful quirks known to man. She wants to become a hero to honor her parents, who were murdered by villains when she was four years old. After the accident...
