To smile, bring hope to the world.
To bring hope to the world, make them smile.
Their dreams. Different, yet so very much the same.
No one was born equal into this world.
Izuku was always reminded of that.
Kyouka always reminded herself, whether she...
A/N: Soon, with the renaming of the story, the first chapter of the fic (The original One-Shot) will be unpublished and reposted as an entirely separate story from this one. Just to avoid any confusion. This story stopped following that a long, long time ago. Literally in the first ten chapters.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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"What's wrong? Is it the face?"
Toshinori continued to peer at his enemy's face with disgust, taking in the marred tissue that dared to make him spew his lunch out onto the table, "I'll admit, it's a part of it."
"Hm, well, I'm sorry to say getting your head blown off does that to a man."
"Fair enough. By the way, obvious question here, but would you mind telling me how you survived that?"
"Come now, I can't give away all my secrets. But, if it's any consolation to you, it was barely and practically by miracle. Not to mention it hurt like Hell."
"Mm, I guess that makes me feel a little better. But, can't you change it? Cause that's distracting."
"The face-molding quirk, a classic. Unfortunately, now useless to me." All For One's face began to contort, his skin rippling as his flesh struggled to shift around. His skin finally settled, nothing changing aside from a flap on his right side opening. One piercing red eye appeared, an eye that Toshinori could never forget. "It can't change scars, so with the state my face is in, the quirk can't do much for me. I can't even see out of this eye now. Last time I used it was in our fight. You remember, right? I turned into Ms. Shimura, cut my own throat. Good times."
"Mm, good times. I especially liked the part directly afterwards, where I impaled my fist straight through your torso."
All For One nodded, his eye disappearing, "Indeed, but I got my payback later. Speaking of which, you're looking good, considering. Better than me, at least. What's your secret? David Shield?"
"Eh, you already know I look like shit underneath all this too."
"At least you can hide it. Ah, look at us, both decrepit, tired, and not long for this world. Well, one of us, that is."
Toshinori scoffed, "Big claim for a man with a back-up plan."
"Oh, hello Pot, the name's Kettle. Have we met?"
"No, that's the big difference between us. I called Shigaraki a back-up plan, because that's all he is to you. I have a protege."
"Aw, that's touching. But, despite what you may think, I've formed quite the strong bond with Young Tomura after all these years. He's even gifted us this evening together."
