I just stood there, staring at my daughter.

Izumi killed Izuku.

I sat down on the couch, in a state of complete and utter shock. As thoughts raced through my mind, I couldn't help but cry. The image of my son, covered in bruises, crying popped into my mind.

Izumi did this.

After Inko and I had calmed ourselves, we called Izumi to the couch.

Now we're here.

We didn't know how to go about asking what exactly Izumi did.

How could we?

What were we supposed to ask?

How did you murder your brother?

I could tell how uncomfortable Izumi was, but so were Inko and I. Growing a pair, I started the conversation.

"What did you do?" My voice was filled with more poison than an Oxyuranus Microlepidotus, and it was apparent.

Izumi looked down in shame and kept quite. After a few moments she answered.

"I-I... I just wanted... To protect him..." She started.

Protect him?!?

"I-I... Thought if I had made him scared of heroes then... Then he wouldn't want to become one himself."

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU THINK THAT WOULD WORK!" I yelled in vexation, jumping to my feet.

She stopped talking and brought her knees to her chest.

"Kacchan... He was the one who told Izuku to kill himself..."

Is she really doing this?!? IS SHE SERIOUSLY PINNING THIS ON SOMEONE ELSE?!?

"DON'T MAKE EXCUSES! WERE YOU THERE??? DID YOU STAND UP FOR IZUKU???" I screamed, my fury only increasing.

She didn't respond, her head still burrowed in her legs.

"Then it's not only Katsuki, and Shoto who murdered him. It's your fault, too." Inko took the words from my mouth.

Izumi looked up at us in exasperation and irk. With venom, she spoke.

"My fault?!? Do you both even know what YOU DID TO HIM?!?"

"US?!?" WHAT DID WE DO?!?"

"You don't even know?!? YOU ALL NEGLECTED AND IGNORED HIM FOR TEN FUCKING YEARS!"

I was taken aback to say the least.

We neglected him?

What is she talking about? We cared so much for him. We were always... there... for

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Him

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I reflected upon every memory I had with Izuku. Every family vacation, every movie night, he was in none of them. I gasped and collapsed to the floor in shock. She was right. I have no memories of Izuku.

None.

At.

All.

The only memories I had of Izuku were from before he turned four, and that day. The day he died.

I looked to Inko and she wore the same face as I did. We're terrible parents. We're terrible heroes. We're terrible parents.

We're terrible people.

As I stepped through the warp gate, I was greeted with the smell of fresh tempura. I took a deep breathe and sighed in delight.

Kurogiri's cooking is so good!

I skipped to the counter and sat down to eat.

As good as ever.

Kurogiri has brought a new meaning to the word delicious. I devoured the food without reservations. This was normal. I looked around and noticed the absence of my beloved friend. He's been gone for a long time, I had thought.

"Has Shigaraki returned yet?" I questioned Kurogiri.

He glanced at me before returning to whatever he was doing.

"Unfortunately, the young Master has yet to grace us with his presence today." Kurogiri explained.

I snorted in amusement at his choice of words. He smiled back at me, or at least, I think he did. I hope Shigaraki comes back soon. I was looking forward to obliterating him in Knight Squad today. I pouted at the thought of missing, yet another, opportunity to pulverize his sorry ass.

Putting it out of my mind, I continued to eat my tempura. Kurogiri and I carried out a mild conversation as we ate; although, it truly wasn't the same. Shigaraki was like a dash of salt in a smoothie, he was flavorful. We were lacking his personality. Our feeble attempt at conversation, was interrupted by the very heathen we needed. Shigaraki entered the door with hesitance. He looked at me in agita and abdabs. It was shocking for his character.

"Woah, Shigaraki, you good?" I asked him in bewilderment.

He thought for a minute before turning his attention to Kurogiri and nodding his head. My eyes shifted between the two men as Kurogiri slowly adapted to the situation. Shigaraki then looked towards me and began to speak.

"Yagi, we've known each other for nine months now. You've been here for almost ten." He stated whilst walking towards me with reticence.

Oh no...

Is he kicking me out?!?

Are they abandoning me???

Did I do something wrong???

Do they not like me anymore???

"No, no, of course not!" Kurogiri consoled me.

Was I speaking out loud?

"You've been showing fast and diligent improvement in training, as of late. No, you've always been bright and quick-thinking. You've been studious since the beginning. Because of your incredible abilities and new knowledge in combat, I think you're finally ready..."

"Ready? For what?" Interest was dripping from my words.

"You're finally ready... to meet Master..."

Warmth hit my face. Blinding beams of light, shown down on me as I felt blades of grass sway against my figure. The smell of cedar filled my nose. The rustling of vigorous and violent winds, rang through my ears. I placed my flowers in the designated area and knelt. The tombstone read the name of a child who had died too soon. A child who had suffered too much. A child who I failed to save.

My son.

I could only pray he had forgiven me for what I had done. I cried and begged for forgiveness and mercy; although, if I were Izuku, faced with the same situation, I would have ignored my pleas. My wife and I had come here to apologize to our son.

After the funeral, we had only come here on Izuku's birthday. Once out of the entire year he had been gone, not including the funeral. It's disgusting how we had barely came to visit our deceased son after what we had done to him.

Strangely enough, the tombstone had already been cleaned, and there were fresh flowers when we had arrived. From what Izumi had said, Izuku had no friends, so it's odd someone had come here and cleaned up.

Izumi, Inko and I had been working on rebuilding our relationship after our encounter the other day. We figured that would be what Izuku would have wanted. Izumi had also been telling us about what Izuku was like. We didn't know much about him, after all. It's honestly shameful that we don't know anything about our son. Although he's dead, he will forever live on in our hearts.

After the day Aizawa-Sensei had confronted us about Izuku, Izumi, Todoroki and I have been extra cautious around him. I found out later that Mr. and Mrs. Yagi had found out about what we did as well.

This couldn't have gone worse.

Class 1-A had a free period so the extras decided to conduct some 'get to know me better' games.

Lame.

Izumi dragged me into one of their lame exercises, and made me interact with the background characters. They were asking stuff like 'why do you want to be heroes' and random bullshit like that. It got to my turn so I bolted from my chair and yelled my answer.

"Obviously I want to be a hero to prove to everyone that I'M THE BEST!" I ignited miniature explosions from my palms. I spoke with confidence and pride filling my voice.

The extras responded with sentences like 'yeah, we didn't expect much from you...' or other nonsensical bullshit along those lines. After me, Izumi was to speak. She gulped and visibly tensed. Taking a deep breath, she started to speak.

"I... I want to become a hero for..." She paused. Her voice was unsure and unsteady.

"I want to become a hero for my brother."

This time, Izumi's voice came out completely sound and certain.

"Last year, three villains murdered my brother..."

The class was practically on the edge of their seats, while I was shocked at her use of the term 'villains'.

Are we really villains?

"He was an amazing brother... It all happened so suddenly, too... I never even had the chance to tell him... to tell him how much I loved him." She spoke between sobs. All her confidence drained as she deepened her answer.

Todoroki was the first to react and hugged her. Consoling her as she cried to him.

"I never even had the chance to apologize..."

"...id..."

"...kid..."

"WAKE UP KID!"

I shot awake and my head immediately collided with another. I held my head in pain and looked to my side. There, on a stool, sat an injured Shigaraki. I groaned in pain as he slightly chuckled.

"Ouch.. Jesus Christ... What the fuck was that about?" I spat with venom, still rubbing my head.

"You slept in. It's 9:46am and we're meeting Master at 10am."

I jumped at his words and ran to the bathroom, bringing my nicest outfit with me. Scrambling to get ready fast, I turned on the shower. I rushed through everything and was blow drying my hair by 9:52am. I can't be late!

I raced through the hallways as if I were outrunning a bullet train, and winning. Shigaraki was waiting for me while scratching at his neck impatiently. I arrived with only two minutes to spare.

No time for breakfast...

We quickly hopped through a warp gate and were transported to a dark room. There in the dark, sat a man dressed in a suit. He had no face and was attached to countless life-preservers and IV bags.

Shigaraki nudged me forwards, and so I walked towards the man.

"Hello, child." His voice was eerie, yet calming.

"H-hello, sir..." I stuttered.

I'm actually meeting Shigaraki's Master!

This is amazing!

"My name is All For One." He greeted me with a smile.

All For One? That sounds similar to One For All...

"Yes it is, I am responsible for the existence of All Might's quirk, One For All." He chuckled.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! Sometimes I mutter and speak out loud without even realizing... I haven't even introduced myself yet and I'm already embarrassing myself-..." I rambled on flustered.

"My name is Yagi Izuku. It's an honor to meet you, sir."

"Likewise." He responded.

"Tomura tells me you have been wronged by those filthy heroes, is this correct?"

I looked towards Shigaraki and then back at Mr. All For One. I nodded and bowed my head in shame.

"Nobody cares for those without power. The heroes tossed me aside like trash." My heart was throbbing in pain as I explained my hardships to the man before me.

He was kind.

He listened to my troubles with attentiveness and care. He was treating me with attentiveness and care.

"The heroes are a disease this world is yet to cure. I hope to one day cure society." My words were intertwined with anger and vengeance. You could understand my motives and ideals from just the tone of my voice.

Mr. All For One had turned to Shigaraki, then back at me and said something I couldn't believe.

"Young Yagi, what would you say if I told you I could make your ambitions a reality. What would you do, if I told you, I could give you the means to destroy those who mocked you. Those you thought of you as less than human. Those who betrayed you. Those who plague this world. Those who call themselves 'heroes'." I stared at him in awe as he spoke.

"What would you do, if I told you, that you..." He paused

That I..?

"Could have a quirk?"