The anger and resentment I felt inside began to boil over as I watched Agony leave the room. My vision twisted and warped with colours of red and death, and all I could see was my hatred and distaste towards the now-deceased man who had slain my parents.

His head rolled towards Agony's bed—smearing blood against the floor—and collided with the bedframe harshly. The man's eyeballs were rolled back, and his mouth was left agape, only making it that much more horrific to gaze upon. One part of me wanted to avert my eyes and run from this situation I had been placed in, but the other wanted to kill Harada Doi a second time—making him suffer for what he had done.

I wanted to kill him myself; although, he was already dead. I wanted to make him pay for what he had done; however, that was now impossible. I wanted to get justice for what he had done to my parents; I wanted revenge for what he had done to my parents.

I felt my body shaking with rage and anger as I began walking towards the head with eyes clouded over with rage and bitterness. My shaking only intensified as I found myself standing over the head. I looked down into the cold and rolled-eyes of the murderer in front of me, and then I stomped my foot down onto the man's head—crushing it into mush.

Feeling my shoes become soaked with bio-hazardous fluids, I began to cry. This was a mess. Literally and figuratively. I should have been there when my parents were murdered so viciously. I should have been there when Agony murdered Harada Doi as gruesomely as he appeared to. I should have been the one to do it.

Stomping my foot down—repetitively—on the pile of human remains beneath me, I felt a sense of relief. I felt like I was getting my revenge. I felt like I was avenging my parents, but I wanted more. I wanted to do more. I wanted to feel like this more. I wanted to cleanse the world of crazy people like Harada Doi. I wanted to save more people like me from the trauma of hearing that their parents were murdered. I wanted to do so much more.

I'm here to help humanity.

I want to change the world.

I want to free humanity from itself.

I want to wake up and see a society full of kind, empathetic, and good-hearted people.

Agony's words rendered in my brain and echoed throughout my mind like a voice in an underground parking lot. His ideals, his goals, his dreams for the future, they all seemed to click in my mind in that instant. I finally understood what he had been meaning. I finally understood what he had seen in the world, and what he saw for the future of the world. I understood what he could see in humanity, and what he wanted for the future of humanity.

I want to fix society, and I want you to help me.

I want to fix society, and I want you to help me.

I want to fix society, and I want you to help me.

My vision swirled as I repeated those words in my head like a chant. My head was pounding and my body felt cold.

I want to fix society, and I want to help you.

"No way! And then what happened?" I asked Eri—laughing—as we caught up.

"Then there were lasers and streamers, and there were lights, and it was all so cool!" She beamed. "Everyone in Class 1-A tried their hardest when they performed!"

I smiled at her as she continued to ramble on about the U.A culture festival that had taken place just a few months ago. She was so happy as we talked, and it made my heart feel warm inside for the first time in a long while.

"Sounds like you've been having fun here, huh?" I spoke with a layer of sadness, as I hadn't been there with her. "I guess that means that you wouldn't want to come and stay with me..."

"What do you mean? You saved me, Oni-chan!" She grinned up at me in glee.

Oni-chan...

I smiled back at her as the word 'Oni-chan' left her lips and felt happy. Happy that she thought of me as a brother-figure, seeing as the last person that I had thought of as family was now dead.

"And, even though the heroes seem really nice, Izumi is really mean..." She said sadly. "Are all heroes like that underneath their smiles?"

As her puppy-dog eyes met mine, I felt a surge of dejection fill my soul. She had told me of what Izumi had said to her the day that I had saved her, and how she racked up all of the glory for my rescue, which sparked a new form of hatred towards her—and all other heroes in relation.

Her complete and utter disregard for anyone other than herself was honestly quite sickening. The way she scolded a little girl—who had been in desperate need of help—for needing to be rescued was absolutely revolting, and the way she took the credit for what I had done was just the cherry on top. The whole reason heroes had careers in the first place was to protect, and rescue those who needed help, so I found it both repulsive and astounding that she had the audacity to yell at little Eri for needing just that.

I also knew that—upon hearing of my sister's actions—Eri would forever see heroes in a tainted light. The way events unfold before us as children help to mould the way we perceive things as adults.

"Yeah, most heroes really are like Izumi. Harsh, and cruel. Most heroes only help people to get fame, glory, and above all else money. It's honestly quite disgusting the way the heroes act behind the scenes—as you had seen first hand." I explained to the little girl in front of me.

"Mr. Aizawa's nice. He takes care of me when he's not working..." She said. "Is he a real hero?"

"Yeah... I think he is..." I replied to her question.

A knock sounded at the door as I finished speaking, and then I heard the sound of the door opening from behind me.

"Hey, Eri. Remember I told you I'd take you to the park to play in the snow today?" The voice of none-other than Aizawa Shota spoke from behind me.

I activated Ghost and began to fly away before he had the chance to notice me. All I could see before I left, were Eri's eyes as she waved with a sad expression evident on her face—knowing that I had to leave before I was seen.

I suppose I'll finish my plans with Eri later.

It's obvious that she trusts me, but she still has some faith in the heroes.

Eri is young and naïve. She is yet to realize the disgusting nature of the heroes, but when she does finally see the heroes' evident fall from grace, I'll be there to catch her. I'll be there to help her to her feet, and I'll give her a home—just as Tomura had done for me when I had been placed in her shoes. When I had been saved by a hero, only to find out the ugly truth behind them.

Gliding through the sky—which had now been just lightly sprinkling snowflakes, rather than blizzarding avalanches of snow constantly—I felt calm. The cold air entering and exiting my lungs continuously always seemed to calm me down as I flew. It made me feel less stressed in times like these. Times where I felt at a loss. Times where I felt like even though I had won the battle, the loss I had sustained was far greater than the win.

Entering the base with a slam from the door, I plopped myself down onto the couch. I think I had a good two minutes of peace before I heard the unpleasant sound of my phone ringing.

There are three sounds in this world that I hate. One is the sound of knocking on my door. The second is the sound of my name being called for; meanwhile, the third sound that I hate more than anything else, is the sound of my phone ringing.

What can I say, I'm quite an introverted person.

I brought out my phone from my pocket and checked the caller-ID before answering it. It was odd. I barely got any phone calls, especially from unknown numbers.

"Hello?" I spoke, unsure of myself, into my phone—awaiting a response.

"Young-Yagi..." A familiar voice from the other end of the phone began. "I think it's time we talk."

"I'll be right there."

Hearing a beeping noise sound—signalling that the call had been ended—I stood up and left the building. I knew where I was headed, and I had an idea as to what I would be doing.

Today was the day...

I knocked softly on the door and after hearing an answer, I opened the door. Past the entrance, there was a dark room. A dark room that I had only been in a few times. It reeked of metal and cleaning supplies—making it smell like a hospital's basement morgue. This room was dark and eerie, and cluttered. Cluttered with a litter of IV bags and stands. Cluttered with a mess of garbage and tissues. Cluttered with the mess of a man mourning. Mourning for the loss of someone he thought of as an ally. Mourning for the loss of someone he saw as a successor. Mourning for the loss of the man he saw as a son.

I stepped further into the room, maneuvering around the mess on the floor, and found myself in front of All For One, closer than I had ever stood next to him—other than the night we had fought All Might together.

"Good evening, Mr. All For One." I greeted the man in front of me, who had been staring at a picture frame in his hands—despite not having eyes.

"Good evening, Young-Yagi" He spoke, not reditecting his face from the frame—likely of Tomura. "I assume you have some idea of what prompted me to arrange this visit."

I hummed in response and began shifting in place out of anxiety of what was to come.

"Then let's not delay and get straight to the point." He started, prying his non-existant gaze from the picture and setting it on his desk before turning towards me. "Due to the loss of my successor, and you being my second and now only option, I think it would be best to begin the transference process now—in case anything were to happen to you, as it did Tomura."

Yes.

It's really happening.

I would be getting All For One.

I would be able to achieve my goal.

This was it.

This was the moment.

"However, I can't very well give you All For One and leave myself defenceless."

What?

"I will need some means of protection—considering my being one of the most feared villains and the sudden boldness of the heroes. So, rather than giving you the original copy of my quirk, I have decided to give you a copy." He explained.

A copy?

"You see, the Doctor had created a copy of my quirk to give to Tomura, in case something were to happen to me; however, nothing had happened to me, rather something had happened to Tomura. Now that he's gone, I'd like to pass on my quirk earlier than expected."

"So, are you going to give me the quirk now, or..?" I questioned the man in front of me.

"Not quite."

Eh?

"Before you can inherit my quirk—or rather the copy—you first must win over my past bodyguard, my successor."

"bodyguard?" I questioned.

"Yes, once you leave this room, I want you to take the League, and hike to a remote place where you can win over my bodyguard without the heroes interfering. You will have forty-eight hours before I send him to track you down."

"Wait, only two days?"

"Yes, so I suggest you start gathering your League."

"My League?"

"Goodbye." He spoke in a borderline annoyed tone as he dismissed me—likely from all of my questions.

I left the room feeling nervous and stressed—seeing how I had no information whatsoever about the situation I had been placed in.

My League?

Does this mean I'm the new leader of the League?

Win over a bodyguard?

Why would I need to do that?

Why did All For One phrase it like that?

Those were the sorts of thoughts that raced through my brain as I flew to the base. I wasn't sure what awaited me in the next two days, but what I did know, was that I needed to start moving.

Now.