#be executed. Kudou couldn’t shake the idea that first just wasn’t to all for one. the desperation didn’t seem manufactured and neither did

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does your First have any baggage about being referred to as the first user of one for all/the legacy that left with regards to like. The friend of his that his brother took the quirk from before murdering her in front of him. He seems like he would have so much baggage but also given the amount of repression and secrecy he’s got going on, i’m guessing none of the other users bar his husband and maybe third have any idea about the quirk’s origins

(btw love your aus so much!!! i am frothing at the bit for any info for every single one; your mind and the storylines you create fascinate me beyond measure.)

First has more baggage than the turnstile at the airport.

He thinks about his friend a lot. He doesn’t talk about her.

Second knows about her. Second knows about most things. He’s the only one who knows how exactly First ended up in the Vault.

Third knows a little. This is because when the resistance was trying to find out what First knew about his brother’s operation, they showed him his own goddamn wanted poster from his My Life As A Teenage Unabomber phase. Oh yeah throw back to when he was a “wanted terrorist.”

Apparently, from everyone else’s perspective, there was some guy and some girl ten years back who made a bit of a name for themselves. Everyone thought they must have had some kind of intel no one else did about all for one, because they hit places that no one even knew all for one was involved in yet. Not exactly the same style as the resistance—they exclusively did quick and dirty pipe bomb attacks—but they were weirdly precise in targets. Like, they got a manhunt after them a while ago after they pulled off a hit in one of the wards that still liked to pretend at society. A bit authoritarian, but given the chaos of the rest of the Japan, it was almost welcomed. They had introduced mandatory medical examinations for everyone. Swore up and down it was just to prevent accidents when meta abilities manifested. People had been disappearing in this ward, meta and non meta alike, but that was true everywhere now. And then a bomb went off in the office of a respected clinic, and some of the first responders saw their missing neighbors dead in the files when they rushed in, and also there was suddenly records flittering from the fucking sky—

It turned into a riot and a lynch mob. Not exactly a nice place to life after. Less orderly. Hanging political leaders in the city square gets so tetchy. But the experiments stopped, at least in that lab. It wasn’t until years after that that the resistance to realize all for one had set up the lab. Apparently he had anti-meta figureheads in the game and pro-meta figureheads. Like a third of the factions claiming to be Japan’s government and fighting each other for control was just. All for One fighting himself. He was just increasing the chaos and strain so people would eventually fight him less when he returned order at the cost of their freedom. And these guys seemed to know it before anyone. They disappeared a while ago, and the resistance always assumed all for one caught and killed them, but if first could confirm—

Why is he laughing.

It was just so goddamn funny. His secret intel was being physically locked in his brother’s central command center before the vault. He thought his brother missed that, sometimes. It was more convenient for him. If he wanted access to First, he could just go right down the hall. But in the end, that convenience was trumped by the assurance of the vault. It took longer to get to First, but All for One always was sure he’d still be there.

First’s relationship with the resistance was a little rocky originally. He made a lot of people nervous. His brother was threatening brutal death to all of them for this, and a lot of them suspected that First was really just… bait. A spy they had voluntarily brought into their organization. Here’s something to rescue—don’t suspect him of being on all for one’s side now. He was just. A big risk. His chronic need to fuck off didn’t help. But he passed the initial polygraph and their literal leader thought he was legit for some reason, so he was given leeway, but a lot of people were on edge with him at first. So he gets a lecture about laughing at people who his brother had more likely than not murdered

Second, squinting at the picture: this is a picture of you isn’t it

Yeah uh. Still curious as to what happened to that guy? Or did they piece it together themselves.

They’ve got it. What about her?

Oh.

Her, all for one killed.

Third just knew he had a partner in crime for a bit that his brother killed. First confessed to him, once, on one of the few times that he got drunk with Third, that the Quirk his brother had forced on him was really hers, and he hated it so goddamn much. He tried to dig it out from beneath his skin when his brother made him take it, but he just ended up strapped to that dumb fucking medical cot for for his trouble. He thought pain was supposed to get easier with time. It’s been ten years now and all he’s done is forgotten what she looked like. He’s just got these shitty fucking wanted posters that were missing most of her face and enough regret to drown in. The only reason why he knows grief can’t kill you is because he would have managed it by now.

He never talked about what she was like in life, really, or ever again. First didn’t like to talk about it. He didn’t like to talk about a lot of things.

He went looking for her when he found himself in One for All. He could never find her, or her memories, and he eventually accepted she wasn’t in there. He’s not sure why. Maybe it wasn’t strong enough when she had it to make a copy of her. Maybe when it combined with his quirk it reset it, somehow. His and her quirk had just blended in a way the others hadn’t. Every user could access stockpile and transference, after all. But their own quirks didn’t pass down to each user. So maybe when his fused with hers they made something new and wiped out the old. Maybe he killed her a second time.

He didn’t talk about her with the Past Users. It’s not exactly that he didn’t like or trust them. Trusting them (at least more than the average person) was actually a kind of easy decision—it’s really hard to sell him out to his brother when they’re already fucking dead.

Her memory is so tangled up in so many of the worst moments of his life that he struggles to talk about it. Like, completely independent of trust issues, he just doesn’t like to tell people things. He doesn’t like how they look at him after. He doesn’t like how it dredges up all the old mess and feelings in his head. He’s not sure if it’s a side effect of one for all’s stockpiling or if he’s just never gotten over a goddamn thing in his life, but the emotions all feel just as fresh as they did two hundred years ago. He’d rather just. Not think about it.

Especially with how he doesn’t even feel like the same person as he was with her.

It was the last time in his life that he was really young. He never had a real childhood, but they were sort of babies when they were off trying amateur terrorism. He was seventeen when he ran from his brother the first time. He thinks he was maybe just barely eighteen when he met her. She was older, but not by a lot, and she’d gotten an actual childhood.

He wasn’t. He was fucked up when he was with her but he wasn’t fucked up the way he is now. He told her things. Telling people things didn’t feel like handing them a knife the way it does now.

They were a couple of kids just… pretending they could handle anything they were up to. She especially had a very young belief in the idea that they’d somehow make it through. She took First to his brother thinking he’d save First, and then she’d find a way to steal First back from him, and then this wouldn’t just end with her all alone and him gone. She never even considered it’d turn out the other way around.

First already sort of figured he’d gotten stuck with the casting call for a tragedy when he was born. He wishes he’d told her that. Maybe she’d have let this end the right way around then.

It sort of fucking hurts to look at Class 1-A sometimes. They carry on the way First used to with her. She was basically still a high school student when he knew her. She never even finished her last year. And they just acted so goddamn young together. And how Nine’s entire class have banded together to save him with this stupid, innocent, young assurance that the hero always won and their story would have a happy ending—

He thinks about her a lot when he’s at the school.

The Past Users find out a little bit about her. When they start using Shinsou’s quirk to work on getting Izuku back, the users also try to get dream connection working. It’s easier now, almost as if Shinsou showed them all a path hidden in the underbrush, but First ends up slipping a lot when he’s dreaming. No one had really expected that. He was always the best at not, is the thing. But he doesn’t remember that, and also he’s never tried to navigate one for all from the outside. So he slips and they have to scramble to find him.

Sixth ends up finding him in a memory of her, and his attempts at pulling First out accidentally slip him into a memory of her death. Sixth follows and sees it. It isn’t pleasant.