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My False Love Academia - Prologue

Izuku bowed crying in the street. “You can be a Hero.” Those words were a promise he had never heard before, and yet here was All Might, the Symbol of Peace, telling him those words he had agonized for his entire life. He smiled happily under the tears, knowing that he was forever going to be indebted to the Symbol of Peace. He would be the greatest Hero in his honor.

That was an oath he would never break.

But enough about canon, let’s talk about the interesting stuff.

While Izuku Midoriya was being told about One for All by the Number One Hero, who was going to spend the next ten months forging him into his successor, another successor was receiving a visit from his Master.

Tomura Shigaraki bowed his head slightly in respect toward All for One, the ruler of Japan’s underworld and, Tomura dared think in his mind, his adoptive father. All for One had never said it out loud, but he had gifted him Kurogiri for his last birthday. You didn’t just gift someone a servant, right? There had to be a connection first.

“Good evening Tomura. How are you, my student?” He asked.

“I’m doing well Master. Why, I just beat my record at Super Mario Kart 29, and I only had to dust six controllers…”

“Fascinating, especially the part where I will have to buy six more controllers. Kurogiri, please tell the doctor to cut that his funding for new Nomu material needs to be cut a bit this month.”

“He says that if he cuts it anymore he will have to use his grandson.”

“I miss the part where that is my problem.” All for One dismissed the Noumu, and turned back to Shigaraki Tomura, “Now, Tomura...chan. Can I call you Tomura-chan?”

“You could call me son…”

“What?”

“What? I didn’t say anything, Master.”

“… I see. I seem to have forgotten I raised you…” All for One took a sharp breath, like he was preparing to get punched in the face by All Might. Again. “Son.”

Tomura’s heart – that he wasn’t even sure he had a moment ago – skipped a beat. Was this a dream? Did he concuss himself when he threw the fourth controller against the wall and it had bounced back on his head? Well, that was possible, but he was fairly sure it had nothing to do with the best moment of his entire life. He would deny he had squealed in happiness to his death, but All for One’s expression – what little Tomura could see – said otherwise.

“Anyway, you must be wondering why I am here today. Well, there have been some changes to our future strategy, and I wish to be honest with you about it.”

“We have a strategy? I thought I was supposed to wing it until I learned the ropes.”

“That is a valid strategy.” All for One defended, “But I understand you are still too immature to understand the finer points of training a worthy heir…” Another deep breath. This time the tone was more similar to when he had to give away an interesting Quirk. Their relationship was progressing really fast that day. “… Son.”

“I’m all hears, Mast… Dad.”

All for One shivered. “It will be faster to explain on the way. Follow me.”

They both stood up and walked out of the bar and in the maze of corridors All for One had built long ago behind it. “So, what do you know about the Yakuza, Tomura?”

“Well, father,” All for One shivered again, “The Yakuza are small groups of criminals that are only worthy of bowing to us and lick our shoes.”

All for One sighed, “Who told you that?”

“You did, just a month ago.”

“I see, it was all Garaki’s fault, of course.” All for One nodded, like he had just heard a completely different answer, “Well, no, there is a Yakuza clan that is very strong. You see, little over a century ago, not long before Quirks, a Japanese Yakuza family and a gangster family decided to unite into a single organization through marriage. The result was the only gang that didn’t fall apart after Quirks appeared, and built a network connecting Japan and the US. I tried to fight them frequently, but they were smart and used a weapon I could do nothing against.”

“What is that?”

“Guns.”

“Guns?”

“Of course, big guns from America. Have you ever gotten shot? It hurts like a bitch, and I can’t steal guns like Quirks.” All for One shook his head and put a hand on Shigaraki's shoulder. “Never get shot Tomura.”

“I… Won’t, father.” He promised.

-

Somewhere at UA, Snipe felt a sense of purpose bloom in his heart, like a new objective had appeared in his life.

-

“Good. Anyway, after All Might managed to incapacitate me with an incredibly lucky shot that was definitely only a fluke, that clan managed to gain more control here in Japan. And now that we are planning our return, they might get in our way.”

“So we kill them all, right?”

“We could, we could, but they also have a few strong Quirks now, so I can’t just toss Noumu at them like I wanted to. They even have some Heroes that owe them favors or are outright members. No, we shall take a different route. I will have my heir marry their heir, and that way their old-fashioned honor will bring to my side their impressive assets.”

Tomura froze. “I have to get married?” He asked, his eyes growing wide.

“While it would indeed be time you got out of your room and found yourself a girlfriend – or boyfriend, I don’t have a problem with either – I’m afraid this is a bit more complicated.” He paused, “Though if you did like boys…”

“I’m sorry father.”

“Yes, I should have known. Your ‘homework’ folder’s content is very clear on your preferences.”

“That’s… Homework.”

“Of course Tomura. Sex Education is an important subject as well. Though I’m fairly sure those drawings’ backs are all bent so much they must have some elasticity Quirk. But we aren’t here to discuss your impressive collection of six-digit codes...”

“Oh thank god.”

“We are here to talk about the future.” They arrived at a large door that, Tomura knew, led to a conference room. This was odd, because All for One never had any business in person, so there wasn’t much of a point to that. Still, the two entered and found four individuals in the room.

“Tomura, allow me to introduce you to our new associate.” This young girl is Toga Himiko.”

“Hi!” She said, waving a knife.

“And those are Mustard, Dabi and Mr. Compress. They will be our new bodyguards. If anyone asks, they have worked here for years, and our staff was never made up entirely by you, a mad doctor, a hermit giant and some abominations against nature, alright?”

“Yes.” He nodded, studying the four individuals. Mustard was a child at most, though he wore a gas mask it was clear from his height and general physique. It was weird to say in a society where people could be as short as a stool or twenty meters tall, but one could just tell.

Dabi had the most impressive collection of scars and piercings he had ever seen. Honestly it might have been a bit overboard. It was like a goth teen had been given the definition of edgy and then tasked to turn it into the drawing of a person.

-

Somewhere in a Shizuoka house, Tokoyami felt the need to hide his sketchbook further under his desk.

-

The last one was mister Compress. Silly name, but the guy seemed serious. He stared deeply at him, his face covered by a balaclava, a mask resting on the table in front of his chair. Overall Tomura thought he looked like the most competent of the four.

Finally, Himiko Toga, the only one that used a real name – Jesus Christ, Dabi literally meant Cremation, way to tell everyone his powers just to add some extra edge – was weird. Specifically, she was currently busy testing the sharpness of a knife against the table – rude, that was mahogany – and sipping from a glass filled with a red liquid.

“Master, why did you hire them?”

“Well, Giran had a very interesting offer ‘Hire three pay two’ this month, so when I hired Dabi and Compress Mustard came with the package. As for Toga, I didn’t hire her.” He paused, and this time he had the ‘Doctor just told me a Noumu had too many Quirks and died’ face. Finally, he continued, “I adopted her.”

Tomura was fairly sure his jaw had hit the floor a moment later. “B-But, that means…”

“Tomura, say hi to your sister and my heir.” He replied.

Shigaraki for a moment didn’t know what to say. His mind went into overdrive, or maybe shut down entirely, who knew. Everyone else looked awkwardly at each other.

“Is he ok?” Mustard asked.

“Did big bro just die standing?” Toga added.

“I think he is coming back.” Dabi commented, noticing his face going from pale white to red.

“This is going to be a shitshow.” Compress concluded.

Then Tomura screamed, blocking any more commentary from the gallery. “Why Master?! What did I do?! Is it for the homework folder?! I can delete that!”

“Tomura, your collection has nothing to do with this, though if you could delete it either way that would be great. I check the servers daily and some of those are rather disgusting. You are aware I hope that tentacles can’t do stuff like that…”

“Too much information! Too much information!” Mustard shouted, desperately trying to cover his hears. Unfortunately, the gas mask was not meant to allow for his hears to be covered.

“But why then?! Is an alliance worth disinheriting your son?!”

Everyone in the room – except Tomura – could tell the answer All for One was trying to repress with all his might was ‘absolutely’, but he managed to say, “Tomura, you will still be a high-ranking member of this operation. Not to mention, I’m not going to retire any time soon. Calm down, son.” The last world sounded like someone had just punched him in the gut, but Tomura was too busy hyperventilating to notice. He looked toward Toga.

“Hi again big bro!” She waved back.

He screeched and stormed out of the room.

All for One shook his head. “Kids those days. Why, I had a brother, and we were the best of friends.”

“Uh, didn’t you tell us about the many times he tried to kill you?” Dabi asked.

“And didn’t you also say he created a full new Quirk just to torment you from beyond the grave?”

“Exactly, isn’t that adorable.” All for One smiled, “I have so many fond memories of his unsuccessful murder attempts, and he even left me with a toy to fight against when things get boring. Granted, one of them lucked out, but it was a very enjoyable gift.”

-

Somewhere in Tokyo, All Might felt a weird sensation, that weirdly seemed to come from One for All, some sort of rage, but he decided that it must have been his own excitement at having found a successor and went back to drafting young Izuku’s training schedule.

-

Toga smiled wildly “So, uh, dad, when can I stab someone? You promised me some stabbing and a boyfriend.”

“Indeed. Please do remember to not stab your boyfriend though. If he died our alliance would come apart.”

“Awww. Not even with his permission?”

All for One was about to say no, but then he realized that it could do no harm. Unless her boyfriend actually agreed to it, which he probably wouldn’t. From what he knew, the kid seemed to be your run of the mill teenager, and a search of his computer had offered nothing of note, except for a disturbing amount of ‘All Might is your real father, y/n!’ rpf fanfictions. Probably nothing to worry about. “Sure, if he agrees go for it. Who am I to stop the two of you from exploring?”

“I feel like we shouldn’t be here for this kind of conversation.” Dabi mumbled, before coughing, “So, Master, when do we meet the clan?”

“Soon enough. Mr. Compress, you have a license, so please go to the garage with Himiko and prepare to leave. Mustard, you will stay here to keep an eye on the bar with Kurogiri. Do not touch the Noumus, they bite. Dabi, with me, we are going to fetch Tomura and see if he is still sulking.”

“I feel like that’s not an if.”

“You are learning fast. Now, let’s go.”

Everyone nodded and moved as ordered. While leaving the room, Toga turned around. “Uhm, ‘dad’, is my boyfriend cute?”

All for One froze, biting his lip. What was a father supposed to answer at that? Was he supposed to say yes? That seemed somewhat demeaning for the role of a strong paternal figure, but saying no would be even more detrimental. “You will see him soon, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Toga nodded excitedly and walked away. All for One grinned. 'Nailed it. This parenting business is easy.'

The boyfriend better be ‘cute’ or he was going to complain. Fake or not, she was his daughter now, and he expected him to be an absolute gentleman.

-

Izuku Midoriya felt a shiver down his spine, before shaking his head. It was probably just excitement for the next day. He smiled and stopped typing the next chapter of his All Might fanfiction, and noticed there was a missed call on his phone. It had arrived earlier that day, but he had been busy trying to not die killed by a sludge villain and had missed it. Then everything else had happened and he had never checked it. Curious, he opened it up to see it was from his father. There were also a few messages, and he checked the most recent.

‘Hello son, you must be really busy since you never answered. I’m back in Japan. I’ll be home in two hours. Please don’t tell your mom, she loves getting surprised, but don't eat dinner! See you soon, dad.’

Izuku smiled. That was such a fantastic day, and now on top of it, his father was back too!

Things really couldn’t go better.