A/N: So, after months of procrastination, I finally read/watched Boku no Hero. And while reading it, I was constantly comparing it to the Toaru series on just how different they are. The Boku no Hero world is crazily strict when it comes to regulating Quirks, but the Toaru world is the complete opposite, and being a Level Five there basically means you can get away with murder and all kinds of nonsense.

And so I wondered...what if those worlds collided?

A few notes:

Touma here is gonna be a bit more powerful here. He's sort of inspired by the Touma in Looper's 'To Ascend' Fic on (which you should read, Touma's crazy OP there). But of course he's not going to be as ridiculous as the Level Fives here.

Also, Accelerator magically becomes healed, because losing access to the Misaka Network during this thing technically means he can't use his powers in an un-awakened state. So for convenience sake, he's healed. Plot-armor, deal with it.

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Chapter 1: Such Misfortune!

Kamijou Touma:

Kamijou Touma flexed his right hand, watching his fingers curl one by one. The once-meaningless action is entrancing to him; since he's regained his memory, things have been making a lot more sense.

The Imagine Breaker, the Invisible Thing, and himself. Touma now understands how everything is connected and he is happy that for once, things finally make sense.

And then things stop making sense when the ground below him turns into a black void that swallows him up and, for the first time in his life, his right hand is useless in stopping it.

Number One: Accelerator

Accelerator silently contemplates between plugging in his earphones, or simply reflecting away the sound waves that are coming out from Last Order's mouth.

"You don't need that walking stick or the weird necklace anymore, right? Doesn't that mean that it is now easier for you to take Misaka Misaka out to play?" The small girl makes an expression that he can only describe as 'pleading' (and definitely not cute), before continuing to prattle on, "Misaka Misaka says as she is trying to hint that she wants to go to the playground."

He already has a snarky comeback loaded, but the sensation of falling immediately takes away any words that were in his throat. Looking down, he has no idea what this dark, swirling, vortex that he's sinking into is. The only thing that matters is that his abilities have absolutely no effect on them.

That, and, Last Order is bounding towards him on her short stubby legs. "Wait! Misaka shouts as Misaka tries to save him!"

The moment their fingers meet, Accelerator sends her flying off in the opposite direction, because the last he wants is for her to be dragged into a mess that even he can't get himself out of.

Just before he is completely consumed, he sees Last Order steadily crawl to her feet, too far away to do anything. Only then does he allow himself to smile, but that immediately snaps into a scowl because he knows he is not out of the woods yet.

There is a high chance that this is somehow that spiky black-haired idiot's fault, and Accelerator makes it a personal mission to punch him in the face if he sees him on the other side.

Number Two: Dark Matter

When the strange-looking portal thing opens up beneath his feet and Kakine Teitoku starts falling, he immediately creates a clone of himself with Dark Matter that ends up standing beside him, a completely neutral expression on his face.

A smile twitches into existence even when everything goes black.

It wouldn't do if someone needs his help while he's gone, after all.

Number Three and Number Five: Railgun and Mental Out

They are in another one of their childish arguments when they both stop mid-sentence and look at their feet, which have already submerged through the ground and into whatever that dark, swirly, mass is.

Misaka Mikoto's first reaction is to unleash an outburst at Shokuhou Misaki, wanting to find out just what kind of stunt she is pulling off with her mind-controlling powers this time. But her words sputter out of existence when she realizes Misaki is genuinely surprised.

And only then, does Mikoto start to feel afraid.

The drowning screams of the two Level Fives of Tokiwadai Middle School immediately causes a red-haired teleporter to appear, but by the time she arrives, they are both gone.

Number Four: Meltdowner

The only thing Mugino Shizuri can do before she vanishes off the face of the Earth is fire off an unending barrage of electron beams towards the sky, screaming profanities as the darkness swallows her up.

Number Six: ?

Aihana Etsu takes one step forward and suddenly finds himself falling through the ground.

Like almost everything about him, his disappearance is completely unnoticed, and the people around him walk past as if they didn't see a thing.

Number Seven: Attack Crash

Sogiita Gunha is barely fazed when the wormhole appears beneath his feet.

Instead, he dives straight down into it, pumping his fist and shouting as he does so.

"GUTS!"

The people around him are slightly confused, but the sight isn't as uncommon as far as Academy City goes.

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Kamino is in ruins.

Through the giant television screen, Midoriya Izuku waits with bated breath for the dust cloud to clear.

Come on, All Might, the whole world is watching, you can't fall here!

Guilt and shame grip his heart. If he'd been a little stronger and a little faster, then Kacchan wouldn't have been kidnapped in the first place and none of this would have been necessary.

He wants so hard to jump into the fray and to help All Might. But when he looks down at his arms, still covered in bandages, he knows that he'll only be a burden to the Number One Hero.

Still, there has to be something he can do!

"There are people still trapped in those buildings."

Kacchan's words are soft, barely above a whisper, but compared to his normal brazen and coarse way of speaking, they carry far more weight.

Izuku is slightly taken aback. Kacchan's been standing right next to him the whole time, but like everyone else, his eyes have been glued to the screen watching All Might take on All For One. But now, with the fight on a temporary pause, Izuku takes a good look at his childhood friend, and he's stunned by how much his friend has changed in the past ten minutes.

He's also slightly ashamed it took him so long to see it.

Kacchan's lips are spread slightly apart to reveal a set of grit teeth. They aren't exactly out of place on his face, but instead of the usual excitement or anger, Izuku has known him long enough to tell that Kacchan is frustrated.

And afraid.

His fingers have clenched into tight fists, but that does not nothing to hide the trembling.

And then Izuku suddenly feels very selfish. He was feeling bad for himself for allowing Kacchan to be captured, but all this time he hasn't considered how Kacchan feels about the whole thing.

He follows his fiery friend's intense gaze on the screen, and gasps when he finally sees what Kacchan is looking at. He can see silhouettes hiding in the shadows of the collapsed buildings.

So not everyone was evacuated in time. Damn it. He scolds himself even more. Izuku now realizes that they should have focused on doing that, because as long as there innocent people in the vicinity, All Might cannot fight at his full strength. Instead, they got themselves dragged into the fight, and now regular civilians are paying the price for his mistakes.

He knows the sense of of helplessness he feels is reciprocated by Kacchan.

Don't worry, we'll get stronger together, he wants to tell his friend.

But the gasps of the crowd steal his voice away, and Kacchan's widening eyes causes his own gaze to rivet back to the television screen.

All For One still floats in the sky. His mask has been destroyed, revealing a grotesque head that seems to have no eyes, while the bottom half of his face is covered by some strange breathing apparatus. His clothes are slightly torn but otherwise, he is completely unscathed.

The same thing cannot be said for All Might. Izuku instinctively covers his mouth in horror and does his best to stop the tears from flowing. It takes almost a full second for Izuku to recognize his mentor even though he has seen him in his deflated state countless of times.

This is the weakest he has ever seen All Might.

The overly-muscular form of the World's Strongest Hero is nowhere in sight. Instead, it is replaced by a skinny, feeble-looking middle aged man on his knees. His trademark gravity-defying hair is gone, and scraggly blond hair fall in scraps all over his face. His youthful and self-assured visage has aged into that of a sullen man's, with dark eye bags and sunken cheeks that belong to a person who has experienced the pains and weaknesses of aging.

Blood trickles down his face, and that is finally when Izuku remembers that what he is seeing is being broadcast to the whole world.

All Might's secret is out!

"Is that...All Might?"

"It can't be, right?"

Disbelief and incredulity are the first reactions of the crowd. Izuku cannot blame them. He remembers when he first saw All Might in that form, how he had almost fainted, and the long explanation the Hero had given to him before he could finally come to terms with it.

When the ugly truth of reality finally sinks in, another primal emotion rears its head.

Fear.

"No...way, even All Might can't defeat him?"

"If even All Might can't win...then who can?"

Izuku can feel his nails biting into the skin of his palms. His heart is pounding against his chest, and even though he isn't involved in the fight, adrenaline begins to boil up within him. A feeling of weakness envelopes him. If All Might hadn't given him One for All...then perhaps All Might would have been able to win.

This is all my fault! And with that thought, the tears start to fall.

A slap to his head jolts him back to reality. Izuku turns, only to find Kacchan glaring at him.

"Don't you dare think...that this fight is over," his friend snarls, even though Izuku can see tears pooling in friend's eyes. "This is All Might we're talking about. He's the strongest, so don't go counting him out yet, YOU GOT IT?!"

Izuku sniffles. The people around them have been stunned into silence.

"The kid's right," someone says. "Even if he looks like that, he's still All Might, and All Might never loses!"

"Don't give up, ALL MIGHT!" a lady yells towards television screen.

"YOU CAN DO IT, ALL MIGHT!"

One by one, the people around him begin to cheer for the Hero. Izuku instantly feels ashamed. As All Might's successor and student, he of all people should have understood the Hero's position as the Symbol of Peace.

All Might can't lose.

He can't afford to, not when the hopes and dreams of the whole world rests on his shoulders. And for a brief moment, when Izuku had doubted All Might, it meant wasting the decades of effort All Might had put in to create that image.

'When the world is covered by darkness, you must be the symbol of light. That is what it means to be a Hero!'

'A Hero must always be able to turn the tables and emerge from a difficult scenario victorious!'

'A Hero is someone who saves others with a smile on his face!'

It is at this point that the other Heroes finally arrive on the scene to Izuku's relief, but their jobs revolves around supporting All Might. Gran Torino and Kamui Woods rescue trapped civilians and fallen Heroes, while Endeavor and Edgeshot work on distracting All for One. Even though the cameraman is on a helicopter far away from the fight, it's impossible to miss how they are screaming at All Might to get back on his feet and finish the fight.

Finally, All Might, the Symbol of Peace stands, taking his rightful place as the Hero among Heroes.

It's a coincidence, but he and Kacchan end up screaming at the same time. If he wasn't too busy pouring all his energy into his lungs, he would have smiled.

"ALL MIGHT! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"

And at that moment, everything seems perfect, until one voice in the crowd pipes up.

"Students! There are still students in the battlefield!"

And then Izuku sees it. At the outskirt of the giant crater made by All For One, a few teenagers are standing around, looking confused at their surroundings.

Even though there is All for One, the greatest Villain, and All Might, the strongest Hero, the camera does not zoom in on either of them. Nor does it focus on any of the other top-tier Heroes that are on the scene.

Instead, the entire audience watches in awe at the close-up view of a skinny white-haired teenager running and punching a spiky-black-haired youth in the face.

"Such Misfortune!"

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Kamijou Touma reels from the impact, though it is the sheer surprise from the punch rather than the pain that sends him tumbling to the ground. It's his trademark misfortune that a flying fist was the first thing he saw once he had recovered his bearings from the sudden warp.

Because the universe has decided that suddenly appearing in the middle of what looks to be a warzone isn't enough of a wake-up call.

He's surprised to see Accelerator towering over him, cracking his knuckles and looking extremely pissed off.

"What's your problem? Is that how you go about saying hello nowadays?" he says indignantly, getting to his feet. Touma's slightly more than irritated, because after a rocky start, his relationship with Accelerator has supposedly finally gotten past Accelerator's "kill-Kamijou-Touma-on-sight" phase.

And then something like this happens.

Accelerator's red eyes glare at him. "I don't know what you did, but hurry up and undo it so we can get the fuck out of here."

Touma is speechless. He was dragged here, too wasn't he? It couldn't possibly be his fault!

...Could it?

It's a sad testament to his life that Touma actually has to pause and wonder if he's done anything recently that might have triggered such an event.

Nothing comes up. He jabs an accusing finger towards Accelerator. "Hey, it's not me this time! I was just walking home when I fell into this weird vortex-thing!"

Accelerator scoffs, clearly not believing his innocence. Touma's about to launch into explosive tirade about manners and salutations when he realizes that he and Accelerator aren't the only ones here.

He doesn't recognize everyone, but he knows enough of them to realize something is not quite right.

The Ace of Tokiwadai Middle School, with her short brown hair and slender figure, Misaka Mikoto, ranked third among the seven Level Fives of Academy City. She's wearing her school uniform as usual, but her face reddens a shade when they recognize each other.

With a body physically impossible for a middle school student to have and her own army of followers, Shokuhou Misaki, the number five Esper. She flashes him a dazzling smile, and he suddenly feels guilty over the loss of his memories of her.

Statistically the weakest among the Level Fives, the outspoken and gutsy Sogiita Gunha, who gives him a thumbs up when their eyes meet.

And there are three more he doesn't recognize.

Oh no. He does the math in his head. Four...three...equals seven. And instantly regrets it. There are seven Level Fives, aren't there?

"I see that all seven of us are gathered here, as well as one more," one of the unknown boys says, walking towards Accelerator with confidence and grace even Touma wouldn't have been able to muster. "I believe that greater powers are at play here, Accelerator. Let's not point fingers just yet."

Touma gets the feeling he isn't really human, simply because of how his body seems to have an unnatural white tinge, like it's glowing or something. Perhaps it's also the way he's dressed: a crisp maroon suit, with the tie loosened at the top. He almost feels...transcendent.

"Tch. So you're here too, I didn't even notice," Accelerator scowls. "Don't get in my way, trash."

The whitish boy ignores the jibe, and instead walks toward Touma.

Touma immediately steps back, because from past experience, getting mixed up with Level Fives is never good news.

In response, the boy sticks out a hand. "I'm Beetle 05, but you may also know me as Kakine Teitoku. I'm the user of Dark Matter, also ranked number two among the Level Fives."

If anything, Touma is surprised. He's never met a Level Five who sounded so...courteous and genuine. Not that Misaka Mikoto was a bad person, but her strong personality was...troublesome to say the least. But for the second strongest Esper to have such a meek personality...it's quite a pleasant surprise.

He stretches out his own arm to complete the greeting. "I'm Kamijou Touma," he says.

The instant his words leave his mouth, the number two Esper shirks back his hand, and Touma can't help but think that he's managed to somehow bumble up a simple handshake.

"Ah." Kakine Teitoku doesn't even hide his retreat, taking several more steps backward. "The Imagine Breaker. I've heard enough to know that I don't want to touch your right hand. I do like my body intact."

Touma narrows his eyes to take a closer look at Teitoku's body. On closer inspection, it really doesn't look like human skin. "I knew it. Your body's held together by your power, isn't it?"

A small nod is his answer.

The sensation of something soft pressing against his back cuts off any further conversation as a pair of hands clamp down on his shoulder and a soft feminine voice whispers into his ear.

"Touma-kun."

It takes him less than a second to deduce that what's pressing against him isn't actually one object, but two, and his face instantly reddens as he peels himself away from the surprise attacker to face her. His eyes are naturally drawn to her chest to confirm his suspicions, and upon realizing that he is correct, he finally looks up to her face.

As usual, Shokuhou Misaki has that flirtatious grin on her face, and the way her eyes seem to twinkle has always been a mystery to him. And yet, he can sense the apprehension within her, the fear of not being recognized, a result of an old brain injury that prevented any memory of her from being recalled or formed.

"Shokuhou-san," he smiles. "It's nice to see you again."

First comes surprise. Her smile splits apart slightly and her eyebrows are comically arched. Then comes pure, unadulterated joy, as she leaps towards him and pulls him in a tight hug that nearly steals his breath away.

His face reddens again when the same sensation experienced on his back earlier is this time felt against his chest.

"You finally remembered!" Misaki cries out jubilantly, wiping her tears against his shoulders.

Touma feels awkward, given how everyone else is now staring at him, especially Misaka Mikoto, who has literal sparks flying out of her forehead.

"Brats, I hate to break up your little reunion," a new voice interrupts, and Touma sees another Level Five walk towards them.

"Meltdowner, number six," Misaki whispers into his ear, as if she can sense his confusion, which Touma realizes she probably can.

Meltdowner looks a little older than him, and Touma suspects she's around the age of a university student, considering her expensive-looking clothes and makeup.

She peels the two apart, glaring at a reluctant-looking Misaki.

"There's a bunch of angry-looking people walking towards us." The older woman points behind them. "And one of them is on fire."

Touma blinks. The man-on-fire isn't so much walking towards them as much as he is hurtling through the air. That's when Touma realizes he's flying, and dressed in some kind of skintight spandex suit.

Cosplay? He's heard of Espers who were into stuff like this, but he's never actually seen one before.

The man comes to a halt in front of them. He's really into this, Touma realizes when he sees the fiery mask covering the man's eyes, as well as the flames hovering above his lips, resembling some kind of mustache.

"Children! You must evacuate the area at once! Do you not see that we Heroes are in the middle of a fight with a super-Villain?" His voice booms with authority.

The silence that ensues is slightly awkward and the man stares them down, as if expecting them to start running for their lives just because he told them to do so.

Touma is a little confused. Heroes? Villains? Since when did Espers involve themselves in such childish roleplay? And also, calling them children? Does the oddly-dressed man, an Esper himself, not recognize any of the seven strongest Espers? He frowns. There's something else about the Esper that doesn't sit well with Touma, though he can't quite put a finger to it yet.

"Aren't you a little old to be an Esper?" Misaki asks, a girly innocence to her voice.

Touma's eyes widen in realization. It's true. The Esper program only started about two decades ago. The man in front of them has to be at least in his mid-thirties.

The man looks insulted and Touma can see his face, covered in flames, get even redder.

"I-"

A scream of pain interrupts him. Something sails through the air and crashes near them. A man stumbles out of the newly-made crater. If it weren't for his injuries, Touma would have been laughing at the eccentric ninja-like attire he dons. But he's clutching his shoulder, which is clearly dislocated, and a steady stream of blood flows down his face.

"Endeavor, we need you in the fight." the man croaks out weakly. "He's gotten even more powerful." A shaking hand rises slowly to point at a lumbering figure at the center of the battlefield, and Touma suddenly feels his jaw drop from shock.

"Goddamned scientists and their fucked-up experiments," he hears Accelerator grumble.

He feels inclined to agree. That is no Esper. In his years with meddling with the Dark Side of Academy City, and even suffering through World War Three and the End of the World, Touma has never seen a living being that looks so grotesque.

He's huge, far bigger than any normal man. But that's only the top of the surface, and Touma begins to doubt if what he's seeing is even human. He gulps when the hulking figure turns its head to look at them. There is no hair, and its face is pockmarked with scars. Some kind of mask covers everything below the nose, but where its eyes should have been, there are only slight dents in its skin.

The only thing human about it besides its general shape is its clothes, which consists of a suit missing its tie.

It takes Touma a second to digest everything so far. It takes him nearly ten times longer to understand its right arm. It is almost the size of its entire body and naturally, it has ripped through the fabric of its jacket.

Touma really isn't sure what he's looking at. There are screws and metal rods sticking out of it. It pulses as new muscles and skin consistently adds itself to what looks like a rubbish pile of flesh and instruments, and Touma is certain he sees a spring for a moment before it is covered by another layer of tissue.

"That's fucking disgusting," Meltdowner says, and Touma silently nods his head in agreement. There is no doubt in his mind that Academy City has something to do with the monstrosity before him, and he's repulsed at the lengths they go to in their quest to sate their curiosity.

And then in the blink of an eye, the thing is suddenly right in front of them.

Teleportation? Touma wonders. Or could he just be that fast?

Up close, Touma feels the bile rise in his throat. With so many physical modifications, the thing in front of him looks to be more machine than human.

"Hello Endeavor. The children behind you look to be very brave. Are they also aspiring students training to be Heroes?"

Its voice sounds muffled, and strangely robotic. Touma finally begins to understand why they call it a Villain.

The fiery man, Endeavor, does not give a verbal response. Instead, the flames that coat his body increase in intensity by a hundred fold, and Touma can feel all the sweat that's built up so far evaporate instantly, and even his eyes begin to feel dry.

"Run!" Endeavor turns to them and shouts. "I will stall him!"

Flames erupt from his feet like jet engines, and Endeavor propels himself towards the thing with speed Touma can barely follow. The ninja-dressed man is hot on his heels, yelling a battle roar as he charges.

The swing from its arm is so powerful that it creates a literal shockwave, and Touma has to bend down slightly and raise his arms to avoid losing his footing.

He sees Endeavor and the ninja sail through the air like flies that have been swatted away, and the menacing entity begins lumbering towards them.

"So uhm. I think you guys can handle this?" Touma says nervously. He takes several steps back. "So I'm going to slowly back away."

Accelerator, rude and fearless as ever, takes several steps forward instead.

"Don't! He'll kill you!"

A new voice enters the fray, and Touma traces it to a blond man standing far away. He can't see very clearly from this distance, but it looks like the man's proportions are comically uneven, with one side far more muscular than the other. Another experiment? Or is this an Esper with the ability to manipulate his body?

Accelerator ignores it completely of course. The other Level Fives show mixed reactions towards the Villain. Disgust. Curiosity. Pity. But not one of them has an ounce of fear. Of course, Touma feels plenty afraid, because unlike these monsters, he's a Level Zero who doesn't have the ability to wipe out a small country.

"You." Accelerator's voice is so full of confidence and disdain that even the Villain is slightly taken aback. "Were you the one that brought us here?"

It immediately starts to chuckle. "No no. I have no such grand plans like that. But I will admit that I am grateful for your presence. No better way to destroy All Might's will to fight than to kill a few children in front of him."

Touma can feel the corners of lips beginning to sink. He feels like he should interfere, because pissing off Accelerator like that is literal suicide. But before he can do anything, the deafening roar of thunder interrupts him.

Funny, he swears the sky was clear earlier. He turns to look at the culprit, and he sees that Mikoto already has a coin within her palm.

Touma starts to feel bad for the Villain, even if it is supposedly a bad guy. It's just insulted them, and if there's one thing he knows about Level Fives, it's that they're all prideful idiots just itching to fight.

"Bullying the weak?" Sogiita Gunha immediately steps up, puffing his chest and crossing his arms. Even though there is no wind, the jacket draped over his shoulders is somehow fluttering behind him, adding another mystery to his supposedly enigmatic powers. "That is not a gutsy thing to do at all! I, Sogiita Gunha, will stop you!"

"Cute," the Villain says mockingly. "Let's see you stop this."

He swings his fist down at Accelerator, who doesn't even move a muscle.

"Tch. If it wasn't you, I guess we don't need you alive then."

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Move!

All Might commands his legs to pick up the pace. He's running on fumes now, and it takes almost all of his energy just to engage Muscle Form on a single arm.

Even so, his weakened body and injuries means that his maximum pace is only slightly faster than an average jogger.

MOVE!

Endeavor and Edgeshot are still lying motionless on the ground, and the other Heroes are nowhere to be seen, having not returned from evacuating civilians.

MOVE!

But they have to come back. Their job isn't finished. There are students, mere children, standing haplessly in front of All for One, and the only capable of stopping them right now is him.

MOVE!

There's a spark. He feels it. There is still some fire left in him, enough for one quick leap to save the children.

But then All for One's hand swings down, and All Might feels as if his heart has broken into a million peaces.

They're right in front of me, but I can't reach them.

I can't save the people I can't reach.

Pathetic...PATHETIC!

The roar of pain shakes him out of his thoughts. He looks up, and feels relief wash over him like a tsunami when he sees that all of the students are unharmed. But there is something wrong with the scene. Blood gushes out of All For One's Quirked-up arm like a fountain, and with a start, All Might realizes that everything past the elbow is completely missing.

Something suddenly lands in front of him with a meaty slap.

His jaw drops.

The fingers are still clenched, and little spurts of blood are still coming out from the exposed blood vessels of the hand that should've been connected to the elbow, but it's unmistakably All For One's arm.

How?

He takes another look at the scene, wondering if another Hero has entered the foray. No, only the students are there. Was it the power of their Quirks then? All Might finds it almost unbelievable that someone half his age can deal such a blow to All for One so easily.

The skinny white-haired teen looks up, and All Might shudders when he sees the manic and bloodthirsty expression on his face. "What's the matter? Weren't you going to kill us?"

All Might pours more energy into his legs. Don't provoke him! Now's the perfect chance to escape!

The blood flowing from All for One's newly-acquired stump trickles to a halt and the giant of man brings it up to look at it, as though he is fascinated by the now-missing appendage.

"Interesting. What kind of Quirk is that?"

"The fuck are you talking about?" the boy narrows his eyes, bending down and picking up a small piece of debris.

"I want it."

All Might's eyes widen in horror. NO!

Vine-like tentacles shoot out from All For One's body, all aimed at the defenseless boy. They surge towards him, and All Might knows that the moment they touch him, All For One will gain his Quirk and become even more unstoppable.

"AMAZING PUNCH!"

It's the result of years of fighting experience that All Might can even see what happened. Another one of the students, this one wearing a headband below his spiky hair, simply zoomed in front of the white-haired one. All Might is fairly certain that he moved just slightly below Mach One, but the speed of his ensuing punch far exceeds that.

He saw the air in front of boy's fist compress, before exploding forward with enough force to match a Detroit Smash. It's terrifying, seeing someone else have a Quirk that can rival both All For One and One For All.

The results speak for themselves. The vines are shattered instantly and All for One is blown off his feet and crashes into the ground a few meters away.

"I didn't need your help, asshole," says the white-haired teen, scowling.

"Perhaps not," comes the boy's reply as he nods in satisfaction to himself, "but when I see someone that wants to hurt others, my guts tell me I have to do something about it! That is what an ally of justice does!"

All Might limps forward some more. Bickering among each other while fighting All for One?

"Someone that can reflect my attacks. Another that has the same physical strength as All Might. Yet, I have never heard of any of you." All for One unsteadily gets to his feet. "I am caught between curiosity and anger."

All Might watches as his arch-nemesis' arm regenerates itself.

"But clearly, you have all become threats I cannot ignore."

Plink.

He turns to look at a short-haired girl flipping a coin. The spinning coin falls in the air and time almost comes to a complete stop when it reaches the same height of her outstretched hand, which is poised to flick her thumb.

And then the coin vanishes, even to his trained eyes.

It's as if some has drawn a straight orange line from her to All For One and then past him. It's almost blinding to look at, but All Might forces himself to anyway. A deep gouge runs along the earth below the trajectory of the coin, and the sonic boom of the attack forces All Might's feet to skid just slightly.

What...is that?

A faint memory comes to mind, one where he was visiting the U.S.A.'s top-secret and hi-tech Anti-Villain department.

The smell of ozone confirms his suspicions when he follows the flight-path of the coin, which has blasted through several layers of concrete.

The scientist pats the giant cannon behind him with no small amount of pride.

"And this is our pride and joy, a weapon guaranteed to stop any Villain in their tracks. We call it a Railgun."

His head slowly rotates back to All For One, who has completely stopped moving. The coin had flown straight past his face, and there are burn marks on it from just how hot the surrounding air became from the electro-magnetic attack. In all his life, All Might has never seen All For One scared before.

Until now, at least.

He looks to the culprit. The girl, who doesn't look like she's even in high school yet, has a nonchalant look on her face as she pulls out another coin from her pocket.

She points it straight at All For One. "Move another muscle and this one's going straight through your head."

And then finally, All For One sinks to his knees.

"I surrender."

Upon hearing those words, there is a flicker of happiness within All Might, but it is heavily outweighed by a feeling he can't really describe.

In the end, he didn't really do anything at all.

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A/N: I'm trying out a lot of new things in this fic (like writing in present tense), and I'm also trying to learn to juggle multiple protagonists in this story, so don't expect much from the writing.

On that note, do let me know how you feel about this premise and whether I should continue it!

(I didn't proofread this very much, so if you spot any mistakes do let me know!)