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((I have been itching to write for months now. I’ve also been itching to write this well known scene from another character’s perspective for the longest. more to come))
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Today was the day.
Her laugh echoed rich and proud as she called to him. Her hand reached back, her joyful face lit brilliantly by the sun. Too bright to see but he knew it and loved it. Convinced he would never lose her.
His fingers strained to touch hers when the
pain
broke his stride. Confused, he tried to cry out to Master, ask her
hurts
to wait but she continued forward without him. The world lost its vibrant color as the
aches
–dreamer was dragged reluctantly to the dream’s surface. A blurry eyed Toshinori stared up at the dawn lit ceiling.
He didn’t dream much these days, sleep often cut short as it always was by his broken body. He permitted himself a faint moment of jealously, that fortunate young memoryself who existed alongside his Master.
“Enough,” he mumbled hoarsely (whether to his dwelling thoughts or his daily pains awakening, who could say). Tsukauchi would be visiting later to make sure his blond friend was adjusting to the new apartment.
“It’s only temporary,” Toshinori had protested. “How long could it possibly take to pick a successor out?”
“Hey now,” Tsukauchi replied. ‘You’re talking about the fate of One for All here. You can’t just toss it to the first kid you meet on the street!“
Toshinori agreed and said as much but Tsukauchi knew his friend well. Even without his Quirk, he’d still be able to pick up on that faint stubborn crease between furrowed brows. On the tone in the hidden hero’s voice, one that spoke of both weariness and shame. Yagi was tired but he also didn’t like the idea of giving up the mantle. Like admitting defeat before duty fulfilled.
But something else suddenly seemed to push Yagi into this, something he wasn’t willing to talk about. Tsukauchi didn’t dare use his Quirk on his friend, knowing the truth would be guilted out. And he didn’t want to risk their friendship on that. Yagi had so few he trusted with his true self and Tsukauchi couldn’t take that from him. So he had merely smiled and blew on his tea.
“Temporary or not, you should still be comfortable. May I come visit once you’ve settled in?”
Today was the day.
Toshinori’s cup jittered across the kitchen table as a boom thundered in the distance. His microwave beeped in faint dismay as the power flickered; a moment later, his phone cheerfully informed the microwave that it was here! Toshinori slapped one large hand on the phone in faint alarm, sure everyone in the neighborhood had heard that, his cover instantly blown. When his door didn’t burst open with a throng of ravenous reporters, he breathed a sigh of relief and checked the message.
Villain alert in your area. Please be advised to shelter in place until further notice. Heroes are on their way; please do not interfere in their duties. Thank you!
Toshinori calmly read the message and then read it again, one hand squeezing into a fist. Soon, the heroic urge passed but not without a trace of guilt. Never mind, it seems there’ll be plenty of opportunity for work later. His nose wrinkled. Though this does put a slight delay in my schedule. Ah well. Tsukauchi is probably on the scene.
He decided to wait it out, to see how such an occurrence affected a regular civilian’s life.
Nearly three hours later, he was considerably annoyed. I should have gone, this shouldn’t be taking this long. Villain alert and cabin fever be damned, I need to–
His phone once again bellowed–CRAP, I need to change that!–with a new message revoking the villain alert. He silenced his phone and was out the door.
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Toshinori tried to ignore the shopkeeper gawking at him. Granted, it wasn’t every day you saw a towering seven foot man with a golden burst of hair. But while his alter ego got stares of admiration, Toshinori had to resign himself to looks of alarm. A powerful hero was one thing; an emaciated skeleton quite another. So when he politely inquired for sodas, the shopkeeper quickly pointed. When Toshinori returned with two bottles, the shopkeeper hesitantly asked if he wouldn’t like some food as well. There was concern in the smaller man’s eyes, an unspoken you should take better care of yourself.
The blond gave a weary smile as his ears flushed. “No, thank you, I–”
Both froze at the sound of a woman’s scream from across the street.
“Hey, get back here!” shouted another voice outside. “Someone stop that monster!”
The urge rose again. Toshinori set money down and stepped to the door, almost in a trance. The shopkeeper goggled through the front window, eager to see the drama and forgetting about his customer (who, he would later learn, had left far more than what he should have).
It’s fine. Be calm. Not in front of the shopkeeper.
A group of teens stood on the store’s sidewalk. “Dude, where are all the heroes?” one groused.
Toshinori stood behind them, watching random bills rain down and a rubbernecking crowd part for a retreating villain. Bits of dull green sludge and stained money dotted the street but no one moved forward to touch either. Any minute now, my phone will get an alert–
“Weird, normally someone would swoop in right away.”
Toshinori coughed into his fist, trying to be patient but remembering how his morning went.
“Maybe they’re all still busy from that scene this morning. …Remember when we didn’t have to worry about randos with Quirks all the time?”
That tears it. Toshinori took advantage of the distraction and inhaled deeply.
“Seriously, there’s no stopping it.”
“YES, THERE IS.”
The three teens in front of him whirled about at the sonorous statement, their faces immediately lighting up.
“DO YOU KNOW WHY?” His voice echoed, deep and powerful. More of the onlookers turned toward him–as did the sludge creature. Its yellowed eyes rolled in a panic as from behind it, like some ominous toll of a massive bell, came:
“I AM HERE.”
Today was the day.
Being as reclusive as he was when off duty, Toshinori would probably not give much to thought to how his personality shifted once All Might burst forth. If asked, he would have waved the question away with some comment about being a celebrity hero and that it was just how things were. However, Toshinori would have also pointed out disgust, both at being in a sewer and that–ironically–this current hunt was taking longer than the Mount Lady (and possibly Kamui Woods? the reports only mentioned him in passing) fight this morning. One debuting and the other an up and comer.
This is taking too long.
All Might whooped joyful laughter, delighted to be on his first chase in days.
I’m desperately going to need a shower after this.
The hero’s laughter boomed louder, spurring the sludge monster to greater speeds. In its wake, it left behind the occasional tiny globules that glowed with oily iridescence.
Probably new sodas as well, these are getting shaken to hell.
At a multi-junction, he only just caught himself sliding on a particular slimy patch and thrust both hands out to either side. After a moment, All Might regained his balance then swore softly. He had kicked the last patch of globules about when he slid and now didn’t know which way to go.
Lost.
He chuckled indulgently, finding he couldn’t help it. A challenge! There was always a simple joy to being a hero …and admittedly a selfish one. He hadn’t felt one ache since he started on this adventure (though he probably would later). He barked more laughter, as if to warn Sludge he hadn’t given up (and to possibly chase away Toshinori-ish thoughts that All Might didn’t need to be concerned with right now).
All Might paused in mid-laugh, waiting for the echoes to fade and listening for sloshing noises. The acoustics in the sewer warped the echo of his laugh, making it sound hysterical and almost child like. Except…it got more insistent. Wait… Was that actually a kid?
Sludge sure seemed to think so. A thick clap of water revealed it was to All Might’s right, splashing quickly away. And if it was sacrificing stealth for speed, then that meant–
All Might put on his own burst of speed, all business now. Sunlight shafts spiked his passage as ahead of him, something gurgled noxiously.
Silence for a moment.
A sharp scream suddenly muffled.
Crap!
All Might thundered forward, cursing himself now for messing around. He scanned the area for any signs and yes, there it was. A manhole cover dripping with oily green residue. He slammed both palms against it as he leapt from the sewer and hit the underside of a bridge. At the opposite end, the sludge creature piled over its prize, marked only by a rapidly disappearing mess of green curls.
Sludge was possessing a child.
All Might’s eyes blazed and he slung the manhole cover at the reprehensible monster. It hit and bounced up as Sludge paused, oozing questionably at the hero.
“HAVE NO FEAR,” All Might called, inwardly praying the kid could hear him. “YOU ARE SAFE.” He slammed one boot down, silt raining from the underside of the bridge. “NOW THAT I AM HERE, THAT IS.”
The manhole cover clanged to the ground as Sludge whipped a long arm at the hero. All Might noted it released some of its grip on the child as it did so. With his patented grin, he easily dodged the first arm and charged forward, sliding to a stop as Sludge swung out with a second arm. All Might could see ears beneath the curls and grinned wider. Stretching yourself thin there, buddy. Let’s see if I can help with that.
He pulled back one thick fist (the sodas shaken beyond ruin by this point), feeling the air change about it. “TEXAS…SMAAAAASH!!!”
Sludge strained against the force pushing it, thick globs flying away now.
“I can’t…hold…together–” it gibbered.
Its grip on the ground weakened and so it tried to cling to its prize. Its greed proved to be its downfall (and the child’s protection) as it took the full brunt of All Might’s attack. Sludge exploded into a rain of gross as the green haired child stared at All Might in wonder.
The hero relaxed as he saw the kid breathe in a gasp of awe… then immediately panicked as the kid crumpled to the ground. He raced forward to kneel by the body and check for a pulse.
”…UH, THAT’S NOT HOW A RESCUE MISSION IS SUPPOSED TO WORK,” he almost squeaked at the unconscious kid.
Hell of a first day. Maybe I ah, don’t mention this to Tsukauchi….
Today was the day.
He’s thinking about a lot of things.. . My precious son..
When your Dad teacher gets a new phone and you gotta teach him how to use it.
radiance
all might zine coming soon….
Me @ this entire fucking chapter:
Y'all I am laughing but like it's the hysterical pain laughter I am so scared for AM(and Izuku because boy, you need HELP OK)
Horikoshi:
Me:
**bnha spoilers** I'm just sat here with renewed realisation of what All Might is going through. 40 years. /40 years/ he held and refined that power and dedicated his every waking (and sleeping if Vigilantes is anything to go by) moment towards the goal of defeating AfO and creating a society in which people could feel happy and safe. And now as it turns out AfO is still alive, society is broken and he has given a literal piece of his soul to this young boy leaving himself with only phantoms
Yes. I don’t think people quite grasp what all he’s going through.
It’s been shown recently to us that some, if not most, heroes have underlying ambitions in becoming a hero. Whether for money, glory, fame, popularity, doesn’t matter. They’re ultimately in it for themselves. Toshinori’s intentions from the beginning have been the most pure- he wanted to be a symbol that people can look to and know things will be ok. A symbol of hope. This boy was only around 14 years old when he decided this. What kind of 14 year old sees the world that clearly? Sees that people have no hope, that a veil of darkness covers them. The only thing I can think of is- Toshinori did not have a good childhood. Something had to have happened to a boy that young to stop seeing the joy in life so early, and see the world’s flaws. Truthfully, I believe he was an outcast- due to his quirklessness. Most likely an orphan, perhaps abandoned by his parents, as we’ve never seen him have any family. I do truly believe Toshinori has been alone all his life. I don’t doubt more could have happened to him as a child before he met Nana.
Some may argue that Izuku is the same age, and therefore it shouldn’t be that hard to see why Toshinori wanted to be a hero at such a young age. BUT, Izuku had someone to look up to, ever since he was a child of four years old, to inspire him to be a hero his whole life *cough cough* All Might. Izuku also was quirkless, much like Toshinori, and an outcast because of it (hence where I assume Toshinori was much the same). But ultimately, Izuku wanted to save people because he saw his hero do it. It really wasn’t until Izuku was a bit older, has been in UA, has been on rescue missions, has seen what the heroes see, that I think he’s truly realized how dark the world really is. Toshinori didn’t have that. He didn’t have someone to inspire him as a child, someone to look up to, a hero to inspire him to help others. At that time, heroes hadn’t become as popular as they are in present times. Toshinori saw the world for what it was, on his own, at a tender age. I think that day Nana ran into this blonde hair kid, she eyed him up, noticed his scraggly form, looked into those captivating blue eyes, and saw a man who’s lived through the world’s horrors- experienced the worst it has to offer-, and wants to save everyone he can from the same fate, all in a 14 year old boy.
Then after only a few short years with the woman he saw as his mother, she’s killed in front of him because of his own weakness- he wasn’t strong enough yet to protect her. The only other person his life, Gran Torino, literally abused him. He beat him to a pulp, taking his own emotions out on a teenager, and I doubt Toshinori said anything of it. He probably thought he deserved it. He’s still afraid of Gran Torino to this day, remembering the beatings and expecting more for his failures- even if he doesn’t know what they are surely he’s at fault for something, but he’s the only person who’s stood by his side for this long. Even while at a distance, and spouting nothing but criticisms along the way. But Toshinori had to put aside his own emotions to be that hope for everyone. He left everything he knew to go to a new country on his own, to learn how to be a hero, to be that hope for someone.
Vigilantes showed us just how hard he worked. Toshinori literally stayed awake with no sleep for days on end- 3 in the chapter I’m referencing- because people needed help, people needed saving, and no one else stepped up. He fought villains, rescued civilians, repaired damage, cleared rubble, (even accept and eat food that was against his dietary restrictions after his injury) whatever the public needed, all while draining himself further. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion because he had no help, once literally falling asleep while mid-leap across the city because he simply could go no further.
^^These happen in succession of each other^^
No one stepped up to say “Hey, Mr. Number 1, you’ve been working hard lately. Let me help you!” No one tried to take over his position. Even the Number 2 hero, Endeavor, never tried to take some of his burden. His only goal was to try to be better than All Might in terms of power- he was never trying to be the hero that the people relied on All Might for. Everyone relied on him when things looked grim. He was the back up plan. And all of this happened before Toshinori’s injury.
The only thing he ever wanted to do- help people- he can’t do (at least the way he’s always known how to). The ability to save people has been taken from him in the most gruesome way. He was finally able to fight the man that killed Nana, and in a rage that I’m sure echoed with all of the emotions of the previous users, he smashed that man’s head like a grape. But not without consequence. Several organs are gone. The pain is excruciating. He wears that man’s mark on his body for the rest of his life, never truly able to rid himself of the filth.
Then we have Nighteye’s betrayal. The man that helped him as a sidekick, the man that grew to be his only friend. Now some people may ask why Toshinori flipped like he did to Nighteye looking into his future when he was concerned about him making it through his injury. What I believe is Toshinori didn’t want to know when he would die (and really, who does). Now he knows he’s on a time limit, knows the clock is ticking. Time is running out to keep the world at peace, and with him as he is now, how long can this go on?
I think the betrayal, doing something that Toshinori specifically asked him not to do, is what hurt the most. How can he trust Nighteye anymore? He already can only count on one hand the people he can trust, let alone befriend.
He’s wasted away into a skeleton, a shell of the man he used to be. He can’t over exert himself without his only lung bleeding in protest. It’s canon in the side books that he really doesn’t eat much, which isn’t good for his diet without a stomach now (he’s supposed to have several small meals a day). He is quite literally punishing himself by starving. (Granted, he doesn’t feel hunger anymore.) He’s a sick man, beyond medical help at this point. They can only stabilize him and hope for the best. For five years now he’s in constant pain, every day. He loses blood like sweat. Surely his veins are bruised and collapsed with how many times he would have needed to be hospitalized. Whether from losing too much blood, being too dehydrated or starved from “forgetting” to eat, or an organ failing as body continues to fall apart. “...even as my body rots and grows frail...” - Toshinori People are bound to stare at him as he walks down the street. A tall, willowy, skeleton with a grimace on his face and blood stains on his clothes as he coughs up more into his own hands. There would be the ones who outright ignore him when they walk by, the people who offer pitying smiles and sympathetic glances or just outright stare, and then ones who are afraid of his appearance- children screaming at the mere sight of him and running to their parents to hide from the monster. Each one is another knife in Toshinori’s side, an ache in his chest. If only they knew who I really am.
Losing Nighteye took a toll on his hero work as well. Mirai was a huge help in the past, and took care of all Toshinori’s paperwork, while also reminding him to take care of himself. Without him, Toshinori was even more buried beneath his responsibilities. Plus, now he was on a time limit. He even snapped briefly in his first meeting with Tsukauchi, accidentally revealing himself as All Might because he was under too much pressure, and telling the detective he literally couldn’t handle doing everything by himself (who graciously took over the paperwork side of things for him).
He was living a double life now, having to lie to people left and right about who he was while in his small form, about how he became so sickly, why he was here in the first place who the heck is this skinny old guy. Surely he had multiple visits to the doctor while continuing to repair the damage done by AFO (there’s a limit to how much the body can handle at once. And things I’m sure continued to fail as time went on). Then he would be bedridden for as long as the doctors could keep him strapped to a bed, until he couldn’t take the people’s cries for help any longer, and would jump into action. (It’s also revealed he has something of a super hearing- able to hear danger- which may have been a form of danger sense of OFA that was never fully unlocked?. Either way, he surly could sense disasters happening while he could only lay and heal from his latest surgery. Those poor doctors must have had to re-stitch him several times). People blame him for not preparing society for his retirement, that he failed in passing on the torch so to speak, but in reality he did everything possible to keep society from falling for 40 years, doing all within his power just to keep things afloat. He is only one person. One human being, he can’t do everything despite trying to. Society failed All Might.
People blame him for not being a good teacher. He didn’t exactly have the greatest teacher himself to learn from. He’s never had to teach anyone anything, he just punches! He’s learning. And for his own credit, he’s an incredibly wise man, he has years of experience under his belt, and an intelligence score of 6/6, scoring up there with Nezu! He may not always have the right way to bring something up, but he’s doing his best. Yet even he blames himself for Izuku not being able to control his quirk better. Every time the boy hurts himself, it’s just another tally on the chalkboard of Toshinori’s failures. He himself knows the boy deserves better, better than him. Useless. Pathetic.
Then his friend from America, Dave, essentially became a villain trying to preserve Toshinori’s legacy after Toshinori told him about his injury. Dave went behind his back, threatened people, injured people (pretty sure people died), all for Toshinori’s sake. Something he didn’t want to begin with. Having to put your only other friend in jail for trying to help you surely couldn’t have been easy.
Oh, by the way? All For One isn’t dead. All Might will fight him again, publicly, have his weakened form exposed to the world, and have his own emotions toyed with as he finds out about his master’s grandson in the villain’s hands. Would Nana hate him for leaving her son alone like she’d asked, and dooming her grandchild to be raised by the greatest villain? Could he have done anything to save him? But Toshinori isn’t allowed to feel, he has to smile and push his own feelings aside once again, because there’s a villain to be fought, and only he can fight him. Despite coming out on top, he’ll have suffered severe head trauma, broken left arm, destroyed right arm, and several cuts and bruises that are sure to scar. And then, his quirk, the only thing that’s been allowing him to help people, the gift given to him that he carefully held for 40 years and molded into his own until his very consciousness was permanently carved into it, blows out like a match in the wind. And he’s done. Used up. Empty. Broken. Hollow. Alone, again.
He overhears his student, Bakugo, admit that he blames himself for All Might’s retirement. If he hadn’t been captured, All Might wouldn’t have had to save him, and he wouldn’t have had to fight AFO. Of course Toshinori knows that’s not true, his time was about to run out anyway. It would have happened one way or another. But how can he explain to this child that he wasn’t the cause of his hero, the world’s greatest hero, fighting for his sake, bleeding for his sake, being forced into retirement to keep him safe. Every time Bakugo sees the bandages covering Toshinori’s body is another reminder of the pain and sacrifice Toshinori willingly gave to keep him safe. Toshinori wasn’t held when his mentor died. He wasn’t told it was ok to be sad, that grief and mourning was a natural process, that it takes time to heal. He wasn’t told it was ok to cry. Instead his feelings were beaten out of him as he wondered if Gran Torino blamed him for Nana’s death. He already blamed himself How then, does he comfort a child mourning for him? For what he lost.
And then he gets the call to come to the hospital. Mirai, Nighteye, his old sidekick friend, has been gravely injured, much like he himself was only a few years ago, and most likely won’t survive the night. And to his horror, Nighteye is happy to see him, smiles at him, says he doesn’t hate him for what happened, only wants Toshinori to be happy. He can’t accept that, at least let him apologize, reconcile his sins before it’s too late! But it is. Another fractured piece of his heart gone.
Of course, seeing your students beat up and their arms completely destroyed must have hurt. Instead of being able to save these kids, they’re the ones that hurt themselves to save everyone else. And if Bakugo had kept OFA, things could have been very different (especially with what we know now of OFA and people with quirks). Toshinori wasn’t mad at Izuku for transferring it away, he’d never regret choosing Izuku, and I believe he still would have stayed by Izuku and Bakugo’s side should it have stayed in Bakugo, doing whatever he could to help.
As he tells Aizawa, “I’ve decided to live,” -that statement seems so melancholy, besides obvious reasons. It sounds more like another task he has to accomplish. He didn’t die he was supposed to die with the AFO fight, and now the whole life he lived is over. The world has no use for him anymore. If not for Izuku, he’d have nothing left keeping him here. But because his boy made him promise to live, he’ll do so. Though it almost seems like he says those words with regret. “I’ve decided to live.” Not, “I’m going to live!” “Nothing can kill me!” “I won’t go down without a fight!” No. “I’ll live if I have to, only because you asked me to.” The man is obviously and outwardly depressed. He has so many things against him. No doubt has severe PTSD, anxiety, among others. Not to mention his own physical health. Every day hurts. It’s painful to be alive. Why would he torture himself if he doesn’t have to? For you, my boy. You’re the only thing keeping me here. The only light in my dark world.
He tries to help Izuku find out the previous holder’s quirks, to help his boy in any way he can now that he’s worthless, and goes days on end without sleep, running his body into the ground. He even forgets Christmas. Only to find that by giving the boy the same gift he had received, he may have just doomed him to an early death, among psychological torture (danger detection). (Granted, he really doesn’t know how everything works, and he’s afraid to talk to anyone about it). His boy could live only half a life.
It’s only been a few months since he retired, and society has fallen into shambles. People are blaming him. People are dying. He watches helplessly as his colleague fight his fight for him, and end up battered, bruised, crippled, dead. He students, his boy, battle the monster he should have killed. Children are bleeding. This shouldn’t happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Is everything he worked for, everything he fought to protect, to build up, to inspire, is all for naught?! Did he live a foolish dream and doom the world? Was all the the friends he lost, tears he shed, the organs he destroyed, the pain he endures on a daily basis from the hole in his side, and the blood he continues to bleed every day, for nothing? The public, the ones he protected for so long, mourn his absence, but surely there are those among them who also blame him. The statue from his last fight in Kamino one that he never asked for was decimated in a mock of his catch phrase- the one that was supposed to give hope.
Now he can feel his own vestige speaking with Izuku in the OFA realm, even with out OFA in his own body anymore. His clock as nearly reached it’s limit, Nighteye’s prediction is due any day now. The only thing he wants is to see his boy smile at him, to give him some shred of hope. Yet the child remains unconscious, and Toshinori can’t even hold his hand from the bandages covering his arms. Will he still be able to fight? Is there any coming back from this now? Did I break him?
With all Toshinori has been through, I’m honestly surprised we haven’t seen him just outright break down. Anyone, anyone, else should have crumbled under the pressure of holding up the world for 40 years alone. And instead of being able to pass it on to someone when he can no longer bear its weight, it simply falls to into the abyss. People don’t credit All Might enough for everything he’s done. Most don’t realize the sacrifices he’s made. His character is so unbelievably profound and deep, it’s more than just the “I am here!” people focus on. He’s a deeply troubled, layered, complex character. And I can’t find fault within him.
*sobs*
Guess I’ll need to be adding to this list…
*sobs harder*
I’m gonna withhold commentary until I see official translations, but this image is gutting me….
Kōhei Horikoshi inking his Deku sketch.
IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Happy Birthday, All Might!
also forked tongue but it just looks weird and it's uncomfortable to think about how it feels to have a split tongue like that lol
art style had a stroke on this one
in half-dragon form he still has the pointy canines (fangs???) because sharp teeth pretty
i drew this one in my math notebook during school so ignore the grid paper lol
of course since i have sheep and llamas, izuku yawns like them
if you havent seen a llama or sheep yawn before, count yourself lucky that is scary
still debating whether or not to give izuku the rectangular eyes like a sheep
kacchan wouldn’t join in
You’re going to give them an identity crisis.
I CAN FEEL IT.
Happy Birthday, Hawks!
Happy Birthday, Kirishima!