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This was bullshit.

Every.

Single.

Last.

Thing.

Complete and utter bullshit.

It was bullshit that he had to eat Izuku's bullshit food.

It was bullshit that said food had turned him into a woman.

And it was bullshit that he had been shoved into his student's giant cleavage like it was an armored troop transport. Even if it was somehow weirdly furnished inside.

Aizawa growled as she scanned the battlefield. The forces that All for One had amassed were nothing to sneeze at; there were many famous villains from around the world, backed up by countless goons, many of which had multiple quirks and were equipped to the nines with I-Island tech. Even with the likes of All Might here, this shouldn't have been a battle they could have taken lightly.

But Izuku's food had turned it into a one sided slaughter.

Everyone was enhanced, All Might was at full strength as he and his apparent protege Itsuka were both running around at top speed, breaking through enemy lines like they were toy soldiers, Ryukyu could breath lightning, and Emi could tell a joke so funny it made people pass out. Honestly, at this point they were more of a danger to themselves than the enemies were.

With a look, Aizawa activated her quirk on a few villains. In many ways, the enhancement to her quirk was by far the least flashy. But, perhaps one of the most powerful. It was essentially just +3 to everything about her quirk. Number of targets? +3. Number of seconds that they were locked out of their quirk? +3.

This meant that she only had to glance at any one villain for a second for them to be locked out of their quirk for four whole seconds.

And honestly, it made her feel just a bit overpowered.

"Hey, Eraserbabe!" Emi came bouncing up over to her with a wide smile on her face and then pulled Aizawa into another hug, their boobs pressing up against each other for a few moments. The only real side effect Emi had experienced from Izuku's food was a bigger bust—that the woman enjoyed—and a change in eye color. A wet kiss fell onto Aizawa's cheek. "After this is over we should see if you can keep that bod! You're a much better lesbian than grumpy guy."

Aizawa felt her eye twitch as she watched Emi cartwheel away and start telling jokes again, somehow even making a robot laugh.

The most bullshit thing about all of this was that Emi was right.

"I'm giving him an F." She glared towards another clump of villains. "In every subject."

Even the ones she didn't teach.

XXXX

"SHOOOOKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Shoko felt her ears twitch and then flatten against the side of her head. One downside to having fox ears was that the damn things were way too expressive for her to actually ignore people properly. And ignoring people was how she survived.

With a sigh, she sent a wave of ice towards some robots, puncturing them and scattering a few thugs that had gathered around thinking that they were tough. With a snap of her fingers, the wave expanded into sharp spikes that skewered the robot and neutralized villains before they could get away.

She wanted Soba.

Soba, and to be resting her head on Izuku's lap while he patted her head. Izuku should feed her soba.

Wait. She liked to slurp soba.

That'd probably be weird.

Soba first, then Izuku.

Wait.

Izuku can make her Soba.

"SHOOOOKOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Shoko let out a long tired sigh and glanced towards her father. Her now very tan father that looked more than a bit on the scruffy side. He hadn't quite recovered from that time she left him stranded on a deserted Island for a few weeks because she stole the keys to his helicopter.

The only reason Shoko had an ounce of pity was purely because her sister had to put up with their father being ever so slightly crazier.

"What?" She looked over to her father and was even more annoyed by the fact that he was tan. Everyone else in their family took from their mother and burned if they ever so much as stepped outside on a hot day. Well, half of Shoko did. Her fire side gave no fucks. But it also couldn't tan. Why was her quirk bullshit?

Could she get a feat that made it so she couldn't get sunburnt?

Probably.

She should ask later.

Shoko watched as her father ran up to her, a crazed look in his eyes that was different from his normal angry crazy. His crangy. He placed both hands on her shoulders and smiled shaking her slightly. "SHOOOOKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Ahh, so he'd gone mad.

"What?"

Endeavour let out a wide smile that was easily in the top ten of unnatural things she'd seen. The rest being things that had happened today, or were related to some dungeons. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Which was good because Shoko was avoiding him in the one place that he'd never be able to find her.

"Okay?" she asked and stared at his hand. Why were they doing this now?

"Yes! When you left me stranded on that island, I had weeks to reflect on myself! And I discovered that I don't care about being the number one hero anymore! The only thing that matters is you! Your sister! And your mother!"

"That's good?" A bit late, but good all the same. "Natsuo?"

"Him too."

"Ahh."

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm proud of you! You've grown up from an angry boy into a beautiful woman that's an amazing hero in her own right!"

"Ah," Shoko blinked and stared at her manic father. She should have left him stranded on an Island years ago. "That really does nothing for me."

Endeavour blinked at her. His smile was frozen on face, but, while the lights were on upstairs, no one was home. He let his arms drop and then shook his head. "Right. Words alone won't change anything! Allow me to prove it by fighting alongside you."

[Shoko Todoroki: I NEED AN EMERGENCY TELEPORT!

Nejire Hado: Huh what's wrong?

Shoko Todoroki: MY FATHER WANTS TO SPEND QUALITY TIME WITH ME!

Sys-admin: Oh my, I'm tempted to just let you deal with that.

Shoko Todoroki: Don't abandon me in my time of need.

Sys-admin: fine, fine, but you can't run from him forever.]

In the blink of an eye Shoko found herself standing right next to Izuku who was still dressed in his stealth gear as he made his way around the battlefield, providing tactical support for heroes and coordinating their efforts. It was easy to see his influence on the battlefield, just by watching how All Might and Itsuka moved.

XXXX

"All things considered," Menu relaxed in her chair and glanced towards the display screen that showed the situation room on U.A. campus. Nezu, Sir Nighteye, and a few other of the top brass were all gathered around a table. The coordinated effort that had been gathered here was actually rather impressive. "Things are going rather smoothly."

"I understand you're a quirk, Menu, but please." Nezu stood on the table and gave her a light smile. "Don't jinx it."

"Fine, fine," Menu turned in her chair so that they couldn't see her give a long heavy sigh. She wanted to return to a life of no pants. Even if she had her adult form, that didn't mean she wanted to act like an adult all day. She was a quirk first, a gremlin second, and a professional a distant third. A very very distant third.

She glanced through all of the information she was getting from Izuku's skills combined with the live feeds she was getting from the girls. The war, battle, fight, beat down, was going well. There had been pockets of hard nuts to crack, villains that had been enhanced by I-Island tech, or some that had multiple quirks, but for the most part things were actually going smoothly.

Still, maybe she should find an easier way for the group to actually gather ingredients. Like, a supermarket dungeon or something.

"At least I don't have gacha built into me," she muttered and tapped on her computer screen. Ooh, one of her favorite games was getting a new update! Poggers. Oh, and the refugees were ready to be picked up.

"What's the word on the rescue fleet?" She turned towards the camera again. "Most of the refugees are ready to be picked up."

"The U.S. is sending some of their navy, as is Japan. We believe several other countries are as well, but they're still a few hours away," Nighteye answered. So far only he and Nezu had actually bothered to talk to her like she was a person and not the voice in their phone. "Can they hold?"

Menu glanced at the battle field once again. All of the green dots were doing good, and all the red dots were doing not so good. "Honestly, they won't be doing a rescue by the time they get there. It'll more than likely be a mass arrest."

"We still haven't even heard from All for One yet." Nezu glanced towards her before motioning towards the table. "As a video game, you should know that the random mobs are never as strong as the boss."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but life isn't a video game." Menu gave a playful wink and sat back in her chair.

She might be trying to act relaxed about this.

But, she had the raw data.

She had seen Itsuka, Momo, Shoko, and Nejire throw themselves against the simulated All for One more times than she could count.

Alone, they didn't stand a chance.

But, with all the other heroes there, especially All Might and Eraserhead, they'd actually stand a chance.

She bit her lip and bumped her head against the back of her chair before she stared at the ceiling. She wondered how all those other quirks felt, the ones that were inside of All for One. Were they enslaved? Were they like One for All, a collection of half rotted corpses that spoke in the same voice? Or was it something else?

What would it feel like to be stolen by him?

Could she resist it?

Eraserhead was easy, she got a bit cold and a bit sleepy, but a good blanket and a can of soda let her work through that easily.

Dying had been rough; it still felt like bits of here were missing from when Izuku died.

The quirk erasing drug though. That was the kind of stuff from a nightmare. That endless swarm of black creatures that seemed to be one being at times had nearly consumed her and Shoko. If it hadn't been for Shoko, she would have probably died there. At least she had the update right in time.

No matter what happened, she doubted it would feel very good.

Hopefully they could rely on All Might.

"GA—" the speaker peaked as Nighteye let out a long harsh scream, his right eye glowing, as he appeared to be in incredible pain.

"Mirai? What is it? What's—"

"Get them out of there!" Nighteye shouted.

Menu sat forward in her chair and paid full attention now. Everything was still going well, no one was attacking the refugees.

"Who?" one of the others asked.

"Everyone! If you don't, they'll—"

She felt it.

All for One.

XXXX

Weaklings.

All of them.

Every single one of them should just beg for their life now.

With his arms outstretched like the merciful god he was, he stepped down off the central tower. Despite him stepping out onto air, his foot found purchase on something solid due to one of his quirks.

"To the heroes of the world," his voice was barely a whisper in the chaos below. He could have amplified it, he could have commanded all of their attention. It would have been so easy. But this was a test. A test for those who would notice their new god. "I offer you a choice, join me, or suffer."

He received no answer.

And he expected none.

As he continued his slow descent towards the ground, he smiled; it was nice feeling the wind on him like this. Gone was his time in the darkness. Now, he would be the one to stand in the sun, and those foolish heroes would be nothing but rats in the shadows.

In a breath, he went from not even being noticed, to having their full attention.

"Ahh, of course." He smiled as he effortlessly deflected the first group of blasts to come his way. "Their brain works quick. I can't wait to find such a powerful quirk and take it for myself."

With his crown enhancing everything by a factor of ten or more, it would be so simple to take over the world with a mental linking quirk that could affect so many heroes. He smiled and glanced over the field. "And to find out what has caused so many awakenings. I hope that it is a delicious quirk, that would be so splendid."

"All for One!"

A car got thrown at him.

"Ahh, All Might," He smiled and looked down at the blond haired man. He looked like an ant from all the way up here. He looked to the side of All Might and saw that orange haired girl. The next inheritor of One for All, Itsuka was it? "How kind of him to return One for All."

Though, at this point he didn't truly need nor care for the quirk. This was all about revenge.

He landed on the ground and gave a light smile. "Good bye."

His crown burned as he activated Chiasaki's quirk.

The ability to remake everything he touched, limited by distance and mass and air.

The crown to make the only limitation imagination.

The result was something everyone had dreamed of.

Reality alteration.

With the swipe of his hand, the world buckled, and the heroes could do nothing.

When the dust settled, he examined his destruction. The dragon hero Ryukyu fell to the ground behind him as all the other heroes were defeated in the blink of an eye.

Even All Might, the greatest hero in the world, could barely breathe, his body reverted to that husk it should have always been without One for All.

But that girl.

Itsuka.

Where had she gone?

No matter.

She didn't stand a chance now.

No one did.

AN: Not dead!