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All Might carefully pokes his head out from behind the dumpster.
He’s been unsure what do to with himself for a while now. All For One has been dead for years now, since Nana somehow defeated him, and it’s been months since he had a real challenge. His life seems to consist of media appearances and stopping petty crime, and...
...Well, put simply, All Might is bored.
Nighteye suggested he might want to take up a new hobby, and it seemed a sensible suggestion, so All Might took the day off and signed up for a beginner’s yoga course at the gym. Unfortunately, it did not take long for everyone in attendance to realise who Toshinori Yagi was. And so All Might drew on his many years experience, considered the situation carefully, and beat a hasty retreat.
He only seems to have lost them now, after being chased for three miles and ducking into the darkest, smelliest alley be could find.
The gym is officially out. Perhaps he should consider taking up knitting; it is hard to find socks in his size...
There is a suspicious crash from further down in the alley, and All Might freezes. Could it be a villain? Unlikely; it’s far probably nothing more than a stray...
Perhaps he could adopt a cat?! All Might could certainly do with the companionship. And how hard can it be to care for a pet? All Might has managed to keep himself alive, after all; caring for an animal can’t be that much harder.
With that in mind, All Might turns and walks further into the alley. He’ll pick up whatever stray it is, take it to a shelter, and inquire about adoption.
Except it is not a cat.
All Might freezes when he spots the child. It’s small, and looks half-dead, and All Might almost wants to dash out and flag down a passing ambulance. But then the head turns, and All Might almost shivers, because there is something so, so wrong about those eyes, especially paired with that white hair.
(It feels like he’s staring straight into the face of All For One.)
Something shifts in those red eyes, though, as they focus on All Might.
”...All Might?” the child whispers, his voice hoarse with disuse.
”Yes, my boy,” All Might summons his most heroic smile. “I am here.”
”...You came,” the kid is barely audible. Then his head tips sideways and his eyes slide closed, and okay, now All Might feels justified in panicking.
”His family home was completely destroyed,” the detective informs All Might with a sigh. “We located some blood on the scene, and DNA testing confirmed it belonged to his grandparents, parents and sister. We think it’s safe to say Tenko Shimura is an orphan.”
Tenko Shimura. The son of the child Nana gave up, the grandson she never knew. The half-dead child All Might came across, hiding in an alley. Surely it was fate that brought them together.
And really, could the timing be any better? Nana gave her life and defeated All For One, so One For All is no longer needed. There are so many worthy heroes, perfectly capable of protecting the public, and strangely enough it has been decades since organised villains have truly posed a threat. All Might can afford to take a step back.
After all, how hard can raising a child be?