AM N. NOT.🖕🏻(￣ー￣)
As Nemuri's car disappeared into the city streets on her way back to her condo, U.A. was far from quiet.
Most of the teachers were still working.
In one classroom, Shota Aizawa sat slouched at his desk, reviewing training plans for the ever-confident Class A. His expression darkened slightly as he scribbled adjustnts. They were talented.
Too talented.
And talent without discipline was dangerous.
Elsewhere, Present Mic had already left an hour earlier. He had a podcast recording scheduled. Being a sub-class teacher made his workload lighter. English was his subject, after all.
Though sotis he wondered how useful grammar lessons were when the world was being invaded by anomalies that barely spoke.
Still, communication mattered.
Even during chaos.
And then there was All Might.
He was not at U.A. at the mont.
He was patrolling.
The transition from Symbol of Peace to teacher had not been smooth. Experience in battle did not translate easily to paperwork and lesson plans. Nezu knew this. That was why an assistant had been assigned to handle the administrative side of things.
Technology and docuntation were not All Might's strengths.
Fighting was.
As he leapt across rooftops, wind rushing past him, his thoughts drifted back to the beginning of his teaching career.
He had originally applied to U.A. for one reason.
To find a successor.
He hadn't expected to find one so soon.
He rembered the first ti he t the green-haired boy.
Izuku Midoriya.
The question the boy had asked still echoed in his mind.
"Can soone without a Quirk beco a hero?"
All Might had told him the truth.
No.
Not like that.
The words had been harsh. He knew they would wound the boy. But he had seen too many comrades fall in war. He had watched heroes bleed and die protecting strangers.
Heroism was not a fantasy.
It was sacrifice.
To let a powerless child chase death in the na of a dream would have been crueler than honesty.
And yet—
Fate had intervened.
When he saw Midoriya rush toward danger, charging at a villain to save his captured friend despite having no power, sothing inside All Might shifted.
His body had moved on its own.
He defeated the villain in seconds, but his eyes stayed on the trembling boy who had run forward anyway.
Was it guilt for crushing his dream?
Was it pity?
Was it because he saw himself in him?
Perhaps all of it.
"Okay," All Might had whispered to himself back then. "I'll do it."
He chose him.
He passed on One For All.
There was no turning back after that.
He rembered the months of training at the beach. The Arican Dream Plan. The day Midoriya didn't show up.
Five months ago.
All Might had worried. Called him. No answer.
His mind had raced with possibilities. Had the boy given up? Had sothing happened?
Then the ssage ca.
"Sorry, All Might. I have a really heavy headache. I'll try to co later. Wait for ."
All Might had told him to rest.
But that day, sothing had felt… off.
He couldn't explain it.
Still, the training continued. The beach was cleared. The final day arrived.
And he transferred One For All to him.
During the entrance examination, All Might watched proudly as Midoriya wielded the power.
But there were monts—
Subtle.
Unsettling.
A flicker of arrogance in his expression. A strange composure that didn't match the boy he had first t. Sothing had changed.
All Might noticed.
But he didn't dwell on it.
Because sothing else had entered the stage.
A boy nad Maki.
From the first ti All Might saw him, he felt it.
Those red eyes.
They carried the weight of soone who had already lost sothing precious. The sa emptiness he had seen in anomalies and hollow beings he had fought before.
And yet—
When Maki spoke to him, there was warmth.
Dangerous presence. Calm deanor. asured words.
During their handshake, One For All reacted.
It stirred.
The sensation left All Might montarily speechless.
He dismissed it as residual instability after transferring the Quirk.
But deep down, he knew it wasn't that simple.
Maki was a mystery.
An enigma walking into an era where All Might was no longer in his pri.
Coincidence?
Perhaps.
Or perhaps sothing greater was unfolding.
All Might laughed softly to himself as he continued his patrol.
Now, more than ever, he felt inclined to teach at U.A.
To guide this new generation.
To see what difference they would make.
And especially—
To see what kind of future that red-eyed boy would carve into the world.
!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!
AM N. NOT.
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