~Toshinori's POV~

On the one-year anniversary of Ayumi's death, I met a young quirkless fanboy that I thought maybe, just maybe, might be worthy of being my successor. It all started as I stopped at a convenience store to pick up some chocolates for Amy. I'd downloaded an app on my phone that would help me keep track of her periods so I could make sure there was plenty of chocolates and snuggly things in the house to cheer her up. It just so happened this month it had to coincide with the anniversary of her mother's death. I had no idea what to expect or what state I'd find her in.

I was planning on telling her to stay home from school today and had even contemplated whisking her away to the Tokyo Disney Resort like I had for her fourteenth birthday back in October. Distractions were probably best, but she'd left for school before I'd even woken up. She responded to my worried texts letting me know she made it to school safely and stopped replying.

As I left the convenience store, I heard screams nearby and sighed. I was momentarily torn between letting someone else handle it so I could run home to check on Amy or jumping into action but I just couldn't ignore innocents in need. What should have been a quick villain apprehension turned into a very long drawn out ordeal as the sludge villain that was wreaking havoc disappeared in the sewers. That's when I ran into the fanboy and my day only got longer and more complicated. His name was Izuku Midoriya. He was a fanboy and a crybaby but I was confident he had what it took to become a worthy successor of One for All.

By the time I got home, after another stop at the convenience store to replace the chocolates that got destroyed, it was dark outside. Sighing I hesitantly opened the front door and peered inside. It was dark and quiet in the house. The only source of light being the glow from the TV as it was frozen on the main menu screen of the childish pony movie, I'd gotten Amy, when she got her first period.

My heart clenched in my chest as I saw the table set for dinner for two, completely untouched. Heading into the living room, I found Amy asleep on the couch hugging a framed picture of Ayumi. She looked so small and broken curled into a ball on the couch with dried tears staining her pale cheeks. I set the bag of chocolates on the end table before gently pulling the framed photo from her grasp so she wouldn't hurt herself. She didn't stir as I set the photo on the end table or when I scooped her up into my arms.

Even though it had been about a year since she'd started living with me, she still hadn't made any friends that I knew of. When I talked to her teachers, they all said she was a smart student, at the top of her class but she didn't interact very much with any of the other students. I was worried about her. Ayumi had always been popular when we were in school, she befriended everyone she met and had no problem talking to anyone about anything. I'd always been pretty extroverted too, but Amy was painfully shy and had trouble talking to people she didn't know which made it increasingly difficult for her to find friends.

Even at events I'd take her to for hero things, she didn't interact with other children her own age. Ayumi had mentioned it in her letter so I didn't think it was a new development as a result of losing her mother but it was still worrisome. If something happened to me or if I had to go out of town for any reason, I wanted to know she had someone else she could turn to or talk to.

Amy stirred as I tucked her into bed, her bright baby blues fluttered open. "Dad?" It sounded as if she'd spent most of the night crying.

"Sorry I'm late, Princess." I grimaced.

She smiled to reassure me but her smile fell after a moment as she looked closely at my face. A tissue floated from her nightstand and dabbed at the corner of my mouth. When it drew back, I noticed blood staining it and winced as a look of panic crossed her face. "Dad, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Princess." I tried to reassure her with a smile as she sat upright, her eyes wide, filled with terror and panic.

"You're not dying, are you?" She looked on the verge of a mental break.

"What?! No! I'm fi-." I cut off as she dove into my arms.

Her petite frame shivered uncontrollably in my arms, "I can't lose you too." She cried and I felt my heart shatter.

I'd pushed myself to my limit earlier in the day and had possibly cut down my ability to use One for All even further. I hugged Amy close, rocking her in my arms trying to consoler her. Everything in the room had started to float, she was too distraught. The house groaned in protest and I felt a momentary sense of panic take over, could she lift the house?!

"It's alright. We just need to stay calm." I held her tighter. A book flew off the nearby floating bookshelf and cracked into the back of my head, "Ow."

Amy was inconsolable as she'd convinced herself I too was dying...I couldn't bear to tell her the truth. There was a good chance if I kept pushing myself my narrow window of time could become much narrower. More books flew off the shelves at random. Floating objects began to collide into one another and many of them smacked me. I struggled to shield Amy from all the projectiles. This was not good. The house groaned again and I tried to keep myself calm as I noticed the walls beginning to shake. Her quirk was too strong.

"Amy, honey, it's okay. I need you to calm down." I pleaded with her. "Before we calmly end up in space." I hoped something silly would shake her out of it, but it wasn't working. Something else, I had to think of something else. An image of the fanboy I'd met earlier in the day flashed across my mind's eye. "I met a boy you might like today." I blurted before I could stop myself.

"What?!" Amy choked between sobs.

"I met a boy you might like..." I repeated nervously and breathed a little easier as the house stopped groaning in protest and things stopped flying around the room.

Amy sniffled and tried to regain her composure. Everything returned to its rightful place. "Dad?" She pulled back and tried to fix me with what I assumed was supposed to be a scolding look but it turned out much too pitiful with her puffy red eyes, bright red nose and tear stained cheeks.

"Yes?" I asked her with a smile as I grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and tried to wipe away her tears.

"Are you trying to set me up on a blind date?" She asked confused.

"What?! Absolutely not!" I panicked. I didn't like the idea of her dating, anyone, even the crybaby fanboy no matter how much I liked him.

"Then, what are you doing?" At least her tears had subsided.

"I thought it might be a good distraction." I chuckled, "and it worked."

Amy shook her head at this, but there was the faintest trace of a smile on her lips. "...thanks, Dad."

I smiled and tucked her back into bed as everything in her room began to reorganize itself. In seconds everything was back in its rightful place, "did you want to hear about him?"

She nodded as I grabbed one of the plushies off her headboard and tucked it next to her. Though I knew she was probably too old to be tucked in like this, I liked doing it, it helped make me feel a little less terrible for not being apart of her life before. Though I knew Ayumi had kept her from me, I still shouldn't have let her walk out of my life and lost touch with her like I did. If I'd have kept in contact with her, she may have told me about Amy sooner. There were so many things I missed out on, so I was glad when Amy humored me and let me baby her from time to time.

"The boy you think I'll like but aren't bringing him up because you're trying to set me up on a blind date?" She mused as she settled into her bed and hugged the plush close to her.

I nearly choked at this, "r-right...and to be clear, you're not allowed to date boys until after your married."

Amy stared at me for a moment before a somewhat sad smile crossed her face, "that sounds like something mom would have said."

She may have also said it in the letter she'd left for me. "It probably is, we agreed about a lot of things." I chuckled.

"...I miss her..."

I smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead, "I miss her too."

Oh no! She was sad again! I had to do something.

"I think young Midoriya would be a good friend for you." I blurted.

Amy giggled at this. It seemed my silliness was enough to shake her from her grief. "Is that the boy you met today?"

"Yes." I smiled.

"What's he like?" She asked curiously.

"He's a major fanboy, and a crybaby." I began causing Amy to shake her head in silent laughter. "He's got a lot of heart though; he's a good kid and I think he has what it takes to-." I cut off as I realized I was about to reveal too much.

"To replace you?" She frowned.

"Huh? Where would you get an idea like tha-."

Amy sighed, "you decided to take a teaching job...but I don't think it was just so I wouldn't worry as much or because of your injury or else you'd have stopped sooner, I also think because of your injury there's a limit to how much you can use your quirk and that window of time gets smaller anytime you push yourself...most kids get some kind of blended form of their parents quirks, not always but its more likely if they both have strong quirks yet I only got mom's quirk so my theory was your quirk wasn't something you were born with but had acquired later on and you can pass it on to some-..." She paused as she noticed me staring at her wide eyed.

Ayumi was right, as always, it was impossible to hide things from her. She was way too smart, possibly for her own good. I couldn't help but smile as she bit her lip and looked away thinking she'd said too much. "I have quite the amazing daughter." I smiled. "You really would make an amazing hero, Amy, or even a detective." Perhaps this was why she didn't get along with kids her own age, she was on a completely different level of maturity than most kids her age.

She shook her head and lowered her gaze, "...sorry...I shouldn't have said anything..."

I frowned and reached out to ruffle her golden hair, "it's nothing for you to be sorry for...if anything I should be apologizing to you for thinking it was too much for you to handle. You're right, I wasn't born with a quirk, it was something that was passed on to me by my mentor, and you were right about my injury limiting my usage of my quirk, so I have been looking for a successor to pass along One for All."

She turned her bright blue eyes to me, "you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, why would I be mad?"

"Most people don't like it when people figure out things they've been trying to keep secret."

"Well, I suppose that's fair but it's probably not something I needed to keep a secret from you."

"So, this boy, Midoriya, he doesn't have a quirk either?"

I smiled, "nope. I think that might be part of why I liked him right away, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger."

"You think he'll be a good successor?"

I shrugged, "who can say for certain, but I believe in him."

Amy smiled, "then he must be a good person, so you're right, I probably would like him."

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