No, you aren't going crazy. I am rewriting Capacitance. This is the remade Chapter 1. Please enjoy! More info at the bottom!

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear." The man's cold, steely voice was calm, but forceful, impressing the seriousness of the situation upon the thug sprawled on the ground in front of him.

The thug glanced into the grey eyes of the tall man standing over him, the piercing gaze shooting fear through every nerve in his body. His grey hair was neatly combed back, his dark suit pressed and sharp, and the umbrella he carried was definitely designer made. This man was one of gravitas and means. Yet, the sick and disturbing smile he had on his face as he leaned down was one of a crazed or disturbed person, one set in their ideals. A fanatic.

"When I said that I wanted information, it wasn't a suggestion or me being polite. Now..." He reached out a hand, a purplish glow covering it. The same aura covered the thug on the ground, before it lifted him into the air, at the same height as the man, his hand still reaching out.

"For the last time," the man growled out, as he leaned forward, studying the thug in his grasp, "where is the Shie Hassaikai headquarters? I know it's close by. You and your little group of children and mischief-makers are causing trouble for me and I want to talk."

It took the thug a great amount of effort to talk, the telekinetic aura holding all of his muscles in place tightly, but he managed to stammer, "F-fuck you, man. I-I a-ain't saying s-shit."

The man glared at him in silence for a second and then sighed heavily, shaking his head, "Fine. Have it your way." He gestured with his outstretched hand, and the thug glided towards it, his head getting caught by an open palm.

"I am sorry for this, but you give me no choice. Quirk Activation: Brain Drain." The man said as the thug struggled. Several red tendrils climbed down the man's hand, wrapping around the thug's head.

"Now, show me what I need to see." The thug started squirming harder, and he found his voice, a strangled cry sounding out as the man's quirk interfaced with his brain, the tendrils connecting to each neuron in rapid succession, reading the memories stored in each. As each memory was read, the tendrils ripped out of the neurons, leaving dead husks in their wake, the thug's brain slowly dying as it was stripped of all knowledge and memory. When the tendrils hit the hippocampus, the man gave a final flop and twitch and then went still as his body lost its control center.

When the tendrils had finished their assault, they retreated back into the standing man's hand and delivered their plundered gift back to their master.

"Ah, there it is. And you even gave me the access code. How thoughtful." He perused the stolen memories, glancing at the lifeless husk he was grasping. "Well, not anymore, I suppose." The man released the dark purple aura and nonchalantly threw the thug's body against the wall, a sickening thump and splat as it smacked into the brick. Blood began pooling underneath the slumped form as it settled onto the ground.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, pressing a contact on the home screen, and placing the phone to his ear. There was a brief moment while the line connected.

"Enshentowanzu Cuisine. Table for how many?" a female voice sounded on the other end.

"One. May I speak to the manager, please? I found something in my stew last time and need to discuss it with him." The man said calmly as he strode out into the starlit alley, his eyes adjusting with the help of an Infrared Vision quirk.

"One second, please. Connecting you now." The female voice said before there was a click and an older male voice sounded out, "This is the manager, how can I help you?"

"Doctor, I have the location. Is the experiment ready?" The man said.

"Ah, All for One. Yes, we are ready at your command," the doctor said, faint rustling and a klaxon sounded in the background.

"Good. Send it to the warehouse until I can get back. Then we will go from there."

"Understood. Hurry back, I think I have another one for you. And Shimura has surfaced again," the doctor finished.

All for One's eyes twitched in annoyance at the name, but said nothing further, closing the cell phone and pocketing it.

"It's about time," he said, a chill in his voice, a puff of steam leaving his mouth. A couple drops of rain fell, prompting All for One to swing his umbrella up as the drizzle turned into a downpour.

He cursed under his breath as he trudged to the car parked by the side of the road, "I really must figure out this weather control quirk."

Toshinori Yagi, known to the world as All Might, grinned wide as he flashed his trademark smile for the cameras that crowded him, the press and fans snapping pictures as fast as they could before he took off again. Seven feet tall and a muscular frame to fit, with golden hair, and a red, white, and blue hero costume, he was the perfect picture of a hero, the Symbol of Peace for all in Japan. He smiled brightly for a couple more pictures before waving his hands.

"Alright, folks. Thanks for your time, but now I must be off! Evil never rests!" he said in his trademark booming voice, crouching low, tensing up for a leap over the nearest building. The crowd of people pulled back, not wanting to get caught up in his slipstream. After kicking off with a mighty blast, leaving a whirlwind whipping up dust and leaves, he focused his mind as he soared through the air, prepping for his landing.

'That last villain was a pushover, but one mustn't get complacent when you're at the top. Keep smiling, keep fighting.' He reminded himself, the words of his master echoing in his mind. It had been nearly five years since her fateful run in with him, but they still sounded as if she had told them to him yesterday.

He landed on top of a highrise gracefully, not even cracking the concrete as his massive 300 kilogram form touched the ground with practised ease. He took a deep steadying breath and surveyed the area around him. City blocks sprawled for kilometers in every direction, the sky bright, light, fluffy clouds dotting it sporadically. It was quiet up here, way above everything else. Toshinori sighed as he relaxed a little, breathing in the clean air, relishing in the momentary peace.

He sat down on the edge of the building, surveying the city as people flitted across its streets, cars and busses trundling along in their chaotic motions. He liked these little moments; it was time to think, time to observe, time to reflect. He looked back on his training, the hard work he put into it. His master and her friend, Gran Torino, had trained him, helping to get him to where he was.

He lost himself in his memory and reflection until a high scream pierced the veil. He shrugged it off, and immediately looked for the source, seeing someone getting chased by two others into an alley below him. He stood quickly, and tensed, calculating the jump he would need, before launching into the air one more time.

Down below, the woman had screamed when two men had jumped out at her, grabbing for her bag, yelling obscenities as she took off, her long green hair whipping in the wind as she ran.

She turned into an alley and sank down behind a dumpster, praying that she was hidden. Fear seized her nerves like ice in her veins when she heard one of them snarl out, "Come on out, pretty lady. We just want the bag. We don't want to hurt you."

The other spoke up, "Oh, but we will if we have to. We're getting kinda hungry."

There was a bang as one of them knocked against the dumpster, causing her fear to betray her as she gasped loudly. She scrambled up and bolted further down the alley.

"There she goes! Let's get 'er!" The first mugger called out, pulling on his buddy. They ran after the woman, reaching out as they closed the distance. But just as the other mugger was in grabbing distance, a loud whistle sound made them look up as a huge shadow crossed their faces.

"Oh, fuck m-" the first mugger managed to get out before All Might crashed down on top of them, halting their progress immediately.

"Have no fear! I am here!" All Might said, spouting his catchphrase. He effortlessly grabbed the two muggers, slamming them into each other, both of them going limp, knocked out from All Might's power play. He saw a discarded metal pole and picked it up.

"This should do nicely," he said, more to himself than the woman. He bent over and twisted the metal pole around the muggers' middles, restraining them tightly.

"Sorry I took so long, miss. You vanished into the alley and I lost track. Good thing I heard these two scumbags shouting." All Might said as he stood up, turning to look at the woman behind him. "I hope you will for-"

The person he saw made him stop mid sentence. A blast from the past. Someone he had never expected to run into again.

"Inko." He said in a low voice, still not quite believing his eyes.

"Hello, Toshi. Long time no see. Well, I mean...I've seen you, but ah-" she stammered out, trying to catch her breath. She took a long steadying breath and let the adrenaline fade. She stood up tall and smiled up at him, her bright green eyes glinting in the sunlight.

"It's been, what, seven years?" she asked, looking thoughtful for a second.

Toshinori nodded, still stunned, her hair and smile enthralling him yet again, just as it had all those years ago in school.

"It's...good to see you again, Inko. Are you alright?" He asked, careful to keep his voice moderated.

She nodded, still smiling. "Of course, I'm alright. You're here."

A memory stirred within Toshinori's mind.

A blond boy and a green haired girl walk to school. Concern washes over the girl's face.

"Hey, are you okay?" the blond boy asks.

The green haired girl blinks and flashes a brilliant smile chuckling at the boy, "Of course I am, Toshi! You're here!"

Inko looked at him with slight concern, the tall hero still hadn't taken his eyes off of her.

"I suppose I should ask the same to you, Toshi. Are you alright?" she asked delicately, reaching out, gently laying her soft hand on his forearm. He blinked and nodded, his smile spreading a little, shifting from the facade to a real smile for the first time in years.

"I am, thank you. I'm sorry, Inko, but I have to get going." He gently placed his hand on her much smaller one, the softness of her skin feeling wonderful, making him wish he could stay longer.

"I need to turn these two in," he said, looking down at the knocked out muggers, moving to grab them.

A subtle motion from Inko stopped him however, and he turned back to her. She had a look of indecision on her face, before it settled and her brilliant smile was back. She stared back up into his brilliant blue eyes.

"Uh, before you go...I'd like to thank you for saving me. If I invite you for tea, would you be able to stop by?" She engaged her best puppy dog eyes, hoping to lure him in.

He stared at her for a second before the gears in his head started turning. The look she was giving him was overriding every neuron and electron in his brain.

"I'd love to."

'WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT!?'

Her smile made everything more than worth it. She looked absolutely angelic, the happiness radiating from her was infectious. He resigned himself to his fate, knowing that it was going to end with her amazing cooking and tea.

"Good. Seven o'clock. Here's the address." She said, writing down the address to her apartment on a slip of paper. "Try not to be late," she added, a smirk on her face. She handed him the slip of paper, and leaned up to kiss his cheek, making the monster of a man blush oh so slightly.

"You still like those American chocolate cookies with the cream filling, yes?" She asked as she pulled back, Toshinori giving a dumbfounded nod. She smiled as she patted his arm. "Oh good, I'll pick some up on the way home."

Turning to exit the alley, she looked back, flipping her hair over her shoulder, just like she knew Toshinori liked, and winked at him. "Thanks again, All Might. I really appreciate it." She said before turning back and quickly leaving the scene.

He stared after her, his mouth slightly agape before he slapped himself out of the stupor. Leaning down to grab the muggers, he smiled broadly.

His old high school crush, Inko Midoriya, was still around these parts. Who could have known?

With a blast of air, and a firm grip on the muggers, he launched into the air towards the police station, confidence renewed, and happiness at an all time high. Now he just had to navigate tea with Inko, and not screw anything up.

'Like that would ever happen,' he thought with a smile.

'How did I screw things up this badly? I mean...what are the odds?'

He was late. Again. He was positive she was going to flay him alive. He shuddered slightly, the memory of the time he had been late popping up. Their first true date after tea, he had left her waiting for nearly half an hour. The smile she had given him had him quaking in his boots, terrified for his existence.

'It was a simple robbery, how did it turn into an hour long fight!?'

Toshinori landed on the concrete pad of the entrance to the apartment complex and adjusted his tie as he climbed up the stairs. He took a deep breath when he reached the door and knocked, bracing for the worst to greet him. There was the rapid sound of approaching footsteps and a turn of the lock and the handle, and the door swung open.

"I was beginning to get worried, dear. You're not usually this late." She smiled up at him, gesturing him inside.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, Inko. It turned out far worse than I had expected," Toshinori said as he ducked into the apartment.

"Toshi, in the three years that we have been dating, not once have you turned down a fight or risen the occasion when someone needed help," Inko said, turning to look up at him, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss.

After breaking it, she turned back to the kitchen, "And I certainly don't hate your hero work; I know how important it is. But you have got to start expecting the worst when going into a fight, and letting me know ahead of time."

She put the finishing touches on the food on the table, and placed glasses down as Toshinori took a seat.

"You remember what Gran said." She said pointedly, as she poured water for the both of them and then took a seat.

"Plan for the worst, hope for the best." he recited, nodding at the pearl of wisdom his old mentor had reinforced.

"Oh good, you do remember," Inko said facetiously, grinning up at him as she sipped her tea.

Toshinori smiled sheepishly at her before regarding the meal in front of them, a large hotpot with noodles.

"Thank you, love. It smells wonderful," he said as she dished out some food for the both of them. They gave thanks for the meal and tucked in, enjoying the wonderful flavors, the hot broth, and the tender beef and pork. Soon enough, the meal was done, and Toshinori helped Inko with the dishes, brushing the bowls in the sink, right next to her as she dried the bowls he'd finished cleaning.

"You know...I was talking to Rei the other day," Inko stated.

"Oh? And how is Missus Number Three?" Toshinori said with some amusement, chuckling softly.

Inko smiled softly, "Now, Toshi, don't go gloating. You know that the Todorokis' work harder than everyone else, especially after what happened."

Toshinori's smile faded and his gaze unfocused as he scrubbed the pot. The eldest Todoroki had vanished, with not so much as a hair from Touya's head left behind. The Hero Association had granted Endeavor and Blizzard as much time off as they wanted to help them, but they refused. They would find their son at any cost. All Might had even taken part in two of the searches and three of the raids on suspected locations of kidnappers, but nothing, hardly even dust was ever found. That was a year ago, and it seemed like they were finally moving on.

"Anyway, I was talking to her the other day, and she said that she, Mitsuki, and the Urarakas' were planning a cookout in a couple of weeks. Something about getting all of us together for some fun and something about a big announcement."

She glanced over at him curiously, "Would you like to go?"

He glanced up from the pot and smiled, nodding, "I'd like that. It'll be good to see Masaru again, and Enji outside of work. I imagine Omoitsu will be too busy?" he asked.

Inko nodded, "That man works so hard, and yet has so little to show for it," she said, a bitter edge to her voice.

"If he wasn't so proud and actually accepted help, I'd bet he'd be better off. You remember the last time I asked if I could help?" he said, letting out a chuckle.

Inko snorted and shook her head as she placed the last bowl into the cupboard, "I didn't think anyone was going to escape that lecture about the value of hard honest work. Thank God for Natsuo and his fever."

She turned back to Toshinori as he drained the sink and put away the dish cleaning supplies.

"So then, next weekend. The Todorokis' are hosting. And before you leave..." She reached for him, kissing him tightly on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck for a tight hug, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck.

"I wish I didn't have to go," he said, his voice barely a whisper as he hugged his beloved.

"Soon you won't have to." Inko said, glancing at the engagement ring around her finger, smiling softly as she ran her finger across it.

"Two more months," Toshinori said as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Two more months," She repeated, kissing him again. "Now, get going. Make the world a better place."

He chuckled and gave her one more hug before turning to leave. Inko followed him out to the entrance way, and watched him climb down the stairs to the concrete pad in the center of the apartment complex.

He waved before he launched off, and Inko waved back, watching him soar through the sky until he was out of sight, her hand falling to rest on the barely noticeable bump of her belly.

"Two more months, then another six. I can't wait," she whispered to herself, before turning back into the apartment.

Toshinori paced nervously, walking in a circle around the waiting room, occasionally glancing up at the clock that seemed to be moving slower and slower.

"Toshinori, if you continue to pace like that, I fear for the structure of the floor." All Might's sidekick and friend, Mirai Sasaki, stated from his chair against the window. He was turned in his chair, looking out the window, watching the city through the heavy rain.

"Besides, I told you, you have nothing to worry about. I swear, you are more nervous than you were on your wedding day." Mirai turned to study his friend, a warm smile on his face.

Toshinori stopped and looked at Mirai, chuckling softly, "Of course, I should know better. I'm sorry for doubting you, my friend." He walked over next to Mirai and sat down, relaxing a bit, but his leg bounced nervously regardless.

"It's nothing, old friend." Mirai said with a smirk, turning to look at the door to the ward as if expecting someone. A second later, the door opened and a nurse walked out, looking at her clipboard, a smile on her face. She looked up at the two men, and nodded to Toshinori.

"We are ready for you now, All Might. She's just about there," the nurse said, gesturing for him to follow her. Both men stood quickly, with Mirai placing a hand on Toshinori's shoulder. Toshinori glanced at his friend, who nodded and gave him a small push. Toshinori sighed and then walked purposefully up to the nurse, following her closely. They passed a couple of dark rooms, before coming to a well-lit room. The nurse stopped outside the door and gestured for him to go inside. He ducked slightly and opened the curtain carefully, the sight inside the room making him stop in awe.

His gorgeous bride, the love of his life, smiling broadly at him, her bright green eyes looking exhausted, her long silky hair looking matted and slick with sweat. She was reclining on the hospital bed, her legs up, covered in a sheet. The doctor glanced up at him, his rectangular glasses glinting in the light, and nodded, motioning him to Inko's side. She sighed with happiness as she felt his huge hand envelope her's as he took a seat next to her.

"I missed you, my love." She said, her voice breaking slightly from exhaustion and thirst, as she laid her head against his large shoulder.

"Same, dearest." He leaned down and kissed her head gently. "How are you doing?"

Inko closed her eyes for a brief moment, and sighed, before grunting heavily, pushing the fruit of their love closer to life.

"I-I'm fine now. You are here," she said, huffing deeply, her voice weakening, "Though, I-I'd be a lot better o-once this is done."

"We are getting close, Mrs. Midoriya. You are fully dilated, so it should be any minute. Just a couple more good strong pushes." The doctor's voice drifted out from behind the sheet.

Inko took a couple of deep breaths in preparation.

"Well, here we go."

A week later, Toshinori and Mirai helped Inko across the threshold of their apartment, careful to make sure she was stable, the baby carrier held tightly in Toshinori's other hand. He had been incredibly attentive since their family had grown, but his fretting was starting to wear on Inko's nerves a bit.

"Toshi, love, you don't need to worry so much. I'm fine and Izuku is asleep." She stepped to the side, allowing them enough room to come inside, hand out for the baby carrier. He gently passed the carrier to her and pulled their bags behind him. Mirai tightly sealed the door behind him as he watched Inko pull Izuku from the carrier, his tiny head covered in green peach fuzz hair.

"I know, dear. I just…" He stopped mid sentence as she cradled their son, leaning up to kiss him.

"I adore you but please. Relax," she said, grinning as she turned, walking into their bedroom, cradling Izuku as she laid down to rest. Toshinori watched from the door, and waved to her as he closed the door.

"She'll be fine, Toshinori," Mirai said calmly from the living room. He had taken a place in one of the arm chairs, sitting back and enjoying the clean and calm of the apartment.

Toshinori nodded as he joined Mirai, sitting opposite him, "I know. But with All for One gaining power, I can't help but be worried that he will find them. I can't let anything happen to them."

Mirai studied his friend for a long couple of seconds, "Toshinori, you know that it's not just you that will help protect them. You have a great many friends, myself included, that would give everything to help." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook, and flipped it open.

"On top of that, I pushed myself the other day while you and Inko were resting," he said, looking over his notebook at his friend, who had a curious look on his face. "Do you want to know, or would you prefer it to remain a mystery?"

Toshinori debated for a couple of seconds. Mirai's quirk, Foresight, was infallible. They had used it many times in the past, and would continue to use it in the future. But he knew that if he opened that door, it would never be closed again.

"Just tell me this. Will they be okay?" Toshinori asked finally, looking up at his friend cautiously.

Mirai's normally stoic face cracked a bit, as he recognized his friend making the rational decision, a small smile forming. He looked down at his notes and burned them into his memory, before nodding to Toshinori, and saying, "Yes. I'd dare to say they do quite well. You will be immensely proud of Izuku, of that, I'm sure."

He then ripped the page out of his notebook and pulled out a lighter, setting the page aflame as he placed it onto a dish on the coffee table, turning the prediction to ash. They watched the page burn for a couple of seconds, before Mirai looked back up at Toshinori, a glint in his eye.

"One freebie I will give you, old friend. You will have your work cut out for you. Izuku will be the best of all of us."

Three months later in the middle of October, the whole gang was together in Inko and Toshinori's small apartment. Toshinori was swapping stories with Enji, Mirai, Masaru and Omoitsu in the living room, raucous laughter following each story they told. Meanwhile, Inko was talking to Rei, Mitsuki, and a very pregnant Keiryo Uraraka going over baby pictures and designs for future outfits. The older Todoroki children were watching the television in the den, keeping to themselves. Each group was enjoying snacks and tea, Inko's homemade specialties.

"I just can't believe how fast they are growing!" Inko exclaimed as she held onto Izuku, watching Rei play with her ten month old twins, Shoko and Shoto, both with red and white hair, split down the center, though Shoko's was flipped from her brother's.

"Ten months already," Mitsuki said, shaking her head, looking down at her own son, Katsuki, as he slept peacefully, nestled against her. "This little guy is just six months old, and already I know he's going to be a pain in the ass."

The ladies all laughed, memories of Mitsuki and her spitfire attitude during their high school years flooding back to them. Keiryo absentmindedly rubbed her belly as she thought back, before looking up at her friends, "Remember when we said that we were all going to team up? One of the first heroine teams ever." She sighed wistfully, "Such crazy dreams we had."

Inko looked deep in thought, and then smiled broadly, shaking her head, "No, I don't think it was a crazy dream. I think we did it. I mean, look at us." She glanced at each woman in turn, "We each settled down, some sooner than others." She smiled brightly at Rei and Mitsuki, "And we each support the others. Our kids are going to grow up together, and even our husbands all get along," she finished, glancing over her shoulder as another round of laughter echoed from the living room.

Each of the mothers had wide smiles, and some sniffles were wiped away. Inko looked down at Izuku in her arms, his peaceful face making her heart swell with happiness. She kissed him gently on the head, and brushed his hair, before looking back up at the women around the table.

"Sure, Rei may be the only licensed hero out of all of us, but I think we have the best team right now. And I wouldn't change it for anything."

"Izuku! No fair! You're taller than us!" Shoko said, pouting heavily, flashing her bright blue and gray eyes up into Izuku's bright green. She reached up for the large red ball he was holding up out of the reach of Shoko and Ochako, his three inch height difference giving him the advantage as he held it aloft. Even at four years old, Izuku was a big kid; taller and stronger than the others, even Bakugo, who Mitsuki said was growing like a weed.

Ochako followed suit and put on her best puppy dog eyes, "Yeah, 'Zuku, 's'not fair! You can't jus' hold it fo'ever."

Izuku smiled broadly as he looked down at the girls, and felt a tug at his heartstrings as they pouted up at him, their brilliant blue and brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight of the local park they were playing in. Izuku's smile broke slightly, and he looked over at Shoto who was waiting for him to pass.

"Shoko, stop teasing Izuku." Shoto said bluntly, gesturing for Izuku to pass the ball and catching it deftly as it was tossed over, "Play fair."

Shoko glared at her brother, sticking out her tongue and winking her left gray eye. Katsuki, a couple feet away, snorted derisively, earning a glare of annoyance from Shoko as well. He smirked, "She's not playing fair 'cuz she knows that she can't beat me."

"What do you mean?" Shoto asked, frowning slightly as he looked at Katsuki, throwing the ball to him, "We have the same quirk."

"Yeah, but it's nothing next to mine!" Katsuki boasted, thumbing his chest with his left hand and catching the ball with his right. "I'm gonna be the next Number One! And you guys will just be sidekicks!"

"That's not true! Our parents' quirks are way better than your stupid quirk!" Shoko said, turning away from Izuku and Ochako to glare directly at Katsuki. She moved to stand next to her brother, raising her arms defensively.

Katsuki's smirk widened, "Oh yeah? Let's see it then!"

He reeled his arm back and launched the ball right at Shoko, aided by a small explosion, sending the ball rocketing towards her. Her eyes tracked the ball and she reached out to stop the missile, but it passed right through her outstretched hands and slammed right into her stomach, knocking her back a couple of feet and causing her to fall to the ground.

"SHOKO!" three voices called out at the same time.

Izuku and Ochako rushed to Shoko as she was coughing on the ground, rubbing her stomach, and giving Katsuki a death glare from underneath her white and red bangs. Shoto looked back at Shoko with concern for a split second, and then turned to face Katsuki, giving him a similar glare. He raised his frosty right arm, ready to fight, before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked back to see Izuku glaring at Katsuki too.

"That was dangerous, Kacchan! Shoko is way stronger than you think she is!" Izuku called out, pointing back in the direction of where Shoko had landed. Katsuki glared at him, before a look of surprise crossed his face.

"I AM NOT WEAK!"

Shoko jumped out from behind Shoto as she shouted and thrust her right hand forward. Time seemed to slow down for Izuku as he saw her move. A small flame burst into existence before it grew and lept towards Katsuki. Katsuki's eyes caught the movement and he responded, putting his hands up, small sparks and pops bursting out before an explosion formed in his palms.

Izuku reacted, shoving Shoto out of the way of the expanding explosion, and instinctively threw his hands up to block Shoko's and Katsuki incoming attacks. He shut his eyes as he felt the heat of the fire and heard the roar of the incoming fireball, waiting for the inevitable pain. Instead of pain, however, he felt a pleasant breeze, a warm wind rushing over his fingers. He peeked at his outstretched hands, scared of what he might see.

A coil of light, fire, and smoke spiraled around his palms and forearms in a double helix, the light and heat settling into his skin, waves of soft golden light travelling up his arms. He stared in awe as the light spread across his skin, fading slowly as he turned his arms over watching the rings of light dissipate. Disbelieving his own eyes, he looked up at Katsuki, who's face mirrored his own, one of shock and amazement.

"W-what was that?" Izuku stammered out as he glanced back at Shoto, Shoko and Ochako, their faces mimicking Izuku and Katsuki's surprise. Katsuki's surprised look vanished, replaced by a gleeful and excited smile.

"Izuku, that's gotta be your quirk!" He said excitedly, prompting everyone to look at him and then back at Izuku. He put his hands up again with a flair of pops and sparks. "C'mon, let's see how strong it is!"

Izuku was looking back down at his own hands, when another set lightly rested on his arm, the alabaster skin of Shoko touching him. He turned his gaze to meet Shoko's and was alarmed to see tears in her eyes.

"S-Shoko?" he asked quietly.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Shoko said through her tears, wiping them away as she held onto Izuku's left arm tightly.

"'Oko, I don' think you hurt him." Ochako said as she walked up next to them, inspecting Izuku's arm and hand, grabbing it and turning it over. "There's not even burns."

Shoto kept his distance, but turned to look at Katsuki, "You're lucky he didn't get hurt. Auntie Inko would have been mad." Katsuki just smirked, "He's got a quirk that made my explosion and Shoko's fire go away! He's fine!"

Izuku smiled as Ochako and Shoko looked him over, "Yeah, see? I'm good!" He looked up from his arm to Shoko, "It didn't hurt either! Just felt warm." She had stopped crying, but still looked scared.

"C'mon Izuku, I wanna test your quirk!" Katsuki said, huffing as the girls finished their inspection.

"We gotta show Auntie Inko!" Ochako said, grabbing Shoko and Izuku's hands, pulling them away towards the park exit.

"Fine! But then we test after!" Katsuki called out, running after them, Shoto bringing up the rear.

The troop rushed back to the Midoriyas' apartment, all of them eager to show Inko what Izuku could do.

A week later, Toshinori arrived at their home after another long day, the fights and rescues weighing heavily on his shoulders and his mind. He sighed deeply as he walked into the cozy apartment, breathing in deeply, the wonderful aroma of Inko's soul-saving cooking almost smothering him.

"Welcome home, Toshi!" Inko softly called out from the kitchen. "Dinner's on the table."

"Thank you, love. It's been a day." He hung up his coat and swapped his boots for his slippers. He never wore his hero uniform at home, the special outfit locked up tight in his agency a couple of blocks away. As he walked towards the kitchen, he noticed Izuku's door, with his son's name burned into an All Might name plate, was closed tight, not a single sound coming from behind it.

Inko stuck her head around the corner to look at Toshinori, who glanced at her, and jabbed a finger at Izuku's door, questioningly. She smiled broadly and gestured to him to join her in the kitchen. He nodded and quietly walked towards her, leaning down and kissing her deeply, relaxing immediately at her touch.

"Hm..." She hummed against his warm muscular chest. "I missed you." Toshinori wrapped his arms around his wife, and picked her up gently, kissing her again. She giggled softly as he carried her into the kitchen, setting her down at the table.

"Izuku's asleep already. He had a big day," she said as she started dishing out dinner, sticky rice, tempura shrimp, and veggies. "The visit to the doctor went quick enough." She set Toshinori's bowl down in front of him, and sat down with her own.

"That's good to hear. What did he think of Izuku's quirk?" Toshinori asked, slightly nervous that he had been wrong about One for All's transference ability. It was only supposed to transfer with intent, but what if it did transfer through insemination? He gave a mental shudder at the thought. His son, four years old, with the ability to punch through entire buildings and change the weather. And he didn't even want to think of what it would do to his small, untrained body.

He glanced up at Inko and they gave thanks for the meal, and tucked into the delicious sticky rice. He sighed with happiness as the warm meal helped him relax even further.

"Well, he did say it was odd. Let me check the notes." She reached for a folder on the counter, and pulled out Izuku's file. "Hm...The doctor seemed to think it was an odd combination of our quirks. Of course, when he asked, I just said you had increased strength. And yes, I left your info off the sheet. Just a strength quirk," she said as she caught his pointed look, smiling as he looked bashful. Not once in the seven years that they had been together had she ever slipped up, and he doubted she would stop anytime soon.

"He said that it did have parts of my quirk, the ability to pull things, but he also saw some markers for an ability to store power, similar to an electricity quirk." She said, reading the notes again. She looked up at Toshinori, a curious look on her face. "Do you think it has anything to do with One for All?"

He caught her gaze and thought back, going over everything he knew. Of course he had told her everything. Being married meant sharing all of their secrets. The existence of One for All and its true nature just happened to be their biggest. A centuries old crime overlord bent on ruling the world was hunting for Toshinori and his power, passed down across generations of heroes from the crime lord's brother. The ability to stockpile power and the ability to transfer the quirk to another melded together to form the world's most powerful quirk. But could it have passed to his son?

"I suppose it's possible. You said he found markers?" Toshinori asked, glancing at the folder.

Inko nodded, and rifled through the pages, stopping at one that listed Izuku's genetic markers, a DNA test results page performed to record and mark quirks. She pulled it out and showed it to Toshinori. "From what he explained, the DNA test showed that eleven of the forty-two markers of my quirk are shared by Izuku. It also shows that the remaining thirty-one markers are from your quirk." She pointed to each of the highlighted markers on the page, her markers in pink, his in blue.

"He also said that the balance of markers means that his quirk will behave differently than we expected. So for now, the doctor labelled Izuku's quirk as 'Energy Absorption'," she said, flipping out a page that listed Izuku's quirk registration, with a short list of abilities noted by the doctor. She continued, "Oh, but you should have seen the look on Izuku's face when the doctor told him the name. Priceless." She laughed softly, "And of course, he's already thinking of hero names, and costumes ideas."

They shared a laugh as Toshinori scanned the list quickly, making note of the rapid regeneration and increased cellular density. His son already had an impressive powerset, one that would make him a great hero one day. He set the page down, and took another large bite of rice and shrimp, thinking over everything.

On the one hand, it seemed One for All didn't fully transfer. He still felt the power flowing through him. But on the other hand, it looked like Izuku got some quirk from him, even though he was definitely quirkless before getting One for All from his master. Perhaps One for All did give some gifts differently. He glanced back up at Inko who was watching him carefully.

"Well, it seems like our boy has quite a powerful quirk. I suppose that's fitting," he chuckled softly.

Inko gave him a pointed look, "You know he is going to need help training it. More than anything, he and his friends want to be heroes just like you."

Toshinori stared for a second, and then looked in the direction of Izuku's bedroom before nodding slightly.

"You're right. And I know just the man for the job," he said with a smile on his face.

"No."

"Thank y-, wait. What? No? Sensei, why not?" Toshinori stuttered into the phone, his look of surprise making Izuku and Inko double over with laughter as they tried to contain themselves.

"Because I'm too old to babysit a bunch of toddlers and I'm retired. Do I need to list any other reasons?" The gruff voice of Gran Torino on the other end of the line had a tone of finality in it that Toshinori didn't feel like pushing further.

"Ah, no. I'm sorry for asking, Sensei."

"Don't worry about it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pastries that are calling my name. Good-bye, Toshinori. Give my best to Inko."

"I will. Good-bye, Sensei," Toshinori said before hanging up dejectedly. After months of convincing the other parents in their circle to join in, and to work up the courage to ask his old teacher for such a difficult task, he felt deflated, the wind had been let out of his sails. It had been one thing to convince the Bakugos, whose son had them practically forcing him onto Toshinori for training. But it had been an entirely different hurdle for the Urarakas. Ochako's quirk had only just manifested a couple of weeks ago, and they were concerned about the cost, even though Toshinori had made it very clear that he would cover everything.

He sighed heavily and placed his phone back into his pocket, turning to look at his family as they ate lunch together. He smiled as he saw the pure beams of sunshine coming from his wife and son, their smiles driving the negative thoughts away.

"So, Gran said no. We expected that." Inko said as Toshinori sat down. "He was never going to agree to it."

Toshinori nodded, "It was always a long shot. But that just means that we go to Plan B."

Inko raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you and Enji can handle it? It's not going to interfere with your work?"

Toshinori shook his head as he sipped his tea, carefully setting the cup down. "We'll build a plan for each of them and work on it through the mornings and evenings. It'll be fine."

He looked down at Izuku who was writing in one of his notebooks, the young quirk savant already making notes on each of his friends' quirks and ways they can use them. When Ochako's quirk had awakened, Izuku and Shoko had the misfortune of holding her hands as they were walking home. Izuku had come back excitedly babbling about Ochako's quirk and how they had floated weightless until Ochako got sick and her quirk failed.

"Izuku, my boy," Toshinori said, prompting Izuku to look up at him curiously, his pencil stopping for a brief moment.

"Starting tomorrow, you and your friends will begin training. After all, we can't have the heroes of tomorrow not be prepared, can we?" he said, flashing his massive smile.

Izuku's face broke into a huge smile, "That's gonna be so cool! I can't wait, Dad! What are we gonna do?!"

"We're going to work and train your body and quirk to their limits." His smile took on an almost maniacal look, making Izuku's smile falter a little.

"Again." The gruff and demanding voice of Enji Todoroki called out as he observed the sparring match in front of him, Izuku and Katsuki facing off in the ring, marks of explosions littering the room. They had been training in earnest, all of them, for the last six years. Every day workouts, sparring, learning martial arts and fighting styles, and the beginnings of some of their own styles based on their quirks. All of the work was paying off, though most of that effort was shown in the well used dojo in the middle of the Todoroki house.

Katsuki nodded and dropped his hands, panting heavily, and turned from his friend to walk to the starting position. Izuku followed suit, but was hardly out of breath. "You know, Kacchan, you are getting faster." He reached the position and formed his stance opposite Katsuki.

"Hmph…" Katsuki harrumphed, a confident smile on his face, "Don't sugarcoat a turd, Izuku. You're the one who's made the most progress."

Izuku couldn't argue with him on that point. At the age of ten, Izuku already stood a full eight inches over the rest of them, with the lean musculature of a high school athlete. He was outpacing Katsuki even on his best days, not only in speed, but in raw strength. Toshinori and Enji had to buy additional weights for the young boy, just so he could keep up with his growth.

Izuku smirked, still focused on his opponent, and shifted in his stance slightly, adjusting for Katsuki's telegraphed right hook.

"Sensei, they've been at it for three hours. We do have school today." Ochako, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she spun to look at Enji, interjected from the sidelines, her eyes on Izuku, the small bead of sweat on his brow not unnoticed by her. She had noticed the changes in him as well, and was fighting alongside the others to follow suit. Lean and fit, with practiced form in her stances and walking, she was training herself to be an expert close quarters fighter.

Enji gave her a sideways glance, looking down at his young student. "If they can't fight for more than three hours, then they need to work harder. Just because All Might isn't here to help, doesn't mean that any of you can slack off." He glanced at the clock, however. Cursing under his breath, he realized she was right, with his students only having two hours until school started.

"...But you're right. Fine. Midoriya, Bakugo, that's enough for today. Go get showered. Uraraka, grab the twins and have them get ready too," Enji ordered, turning towards his office as the phone rang. Ochako bowed respectfully, and bounced lightly over to the other side of the dojo where the workout equipment and the twins were, Shoto working on weight training, Shoko focusing on her breathing and cardio. She called for them to stop and get ready, and bounced away, the twins following her to the bathrooms and showers.

Enji watched them go as he picked up the phone, "Todoroki speaking."

"Enji, my friend. I found him. I need your help." Toshinori's tone carried the importance of the matter over the phone.

"Shit."

Enji looked up towards the bathrooms, verifying his pupils were not present. He turned back to his desk, and pulled out a notepad.

"Give me the details."

The mood in the car was subdued, fear and worry permeating the atmosphere as Mirai expertly drove Inko and Izuku through the city, going just over the speed limit, his expert timing and ability allowing them to weave between traffic with ease. Despite the rain and the darkness of the night, he was transporting them with skilled ease.

Inko glanced back at Izuku, the tears rolling down his face as he stared at his notebook, Studies of Heroes, Volume #1. His first, containing his evaluations of Inko, Katsuki, Ochako, Shoko and Shoto's quirks, as well as his father's. He was looking over his sketch of his father, the man he idolized above all others.

"Ten minutes from the hospital, Inko." Mirai said, glancing back in the rear view mirror to look at Izuku. Inko turned to look at Mirai and nodded, holding back her tears as best as she could. The call from Enji only an hour ago had shocked both of the Midoriyas, but Inko needed to be strong, as her husband was. There would be time for tears later.

The rest of the ride went by without incident, and they piled out of the car quickly, walking into the hospital with a rapid pace. Nighteye took the lead, using his intimidating glare to stare down anyone who might stop them, quickly escorting the small family through security doors and into a hidden wing of the hospital, one reserved for heroes and government officials.

Izuku and Inko kept pace with the taller man, keeping on his heels as they wove through the hospital, until they came to a stop outside a door that said 'Observation'. Nighteye turned back to them, and regarded them carefully. "He's not in good shape, to say the very least. I do have to warn you. It's gruesome. Are you sure about this?"

Inko steeled her resolve and nodded, giving him a fierce look that he knew was bravado and nerves. He nodded and reached out to open the door, and allowed the family to go ahead of him, Inko taking a deep breath before walking in slowly, Izuku right behind her, his fear etched on his face.

As they walked up to the glass in the elevated observation booth, both of them let out strangled sobs, Inko's tears finally breaking the damn. She wailed, touching the glass and sinking to her knees, the sight of her husband overwhelming her. A massive hole on his left side, right through his abdomen, his hero uniform shredded and burned. He laid on the table in the operating room as surgeons worked on him, his chest rising and falling sporadically, spurts of blood gushing through the foot wide hole in his belly as they rushed to repair the damage.

Izuku's eyes were wide with shock and terror. His father, his idol, the strongest man on earth, and the Symbol of Peace for all of Japan, laid out like a tragic accident victim. What could have possibly done that to him? He collapsed into one of the chairs, unable to pull his eyes away from the terrible sight in front of him, his whole body shaking with shock and fear.

Mirai watched the family as they sobbed, and then helped Inko a chair, giving her a hug as he sat her down. "I wish there was more I could do. But he insisted," Mirai said softly as their tears started to slow. He pulled out a handkerchief and passed it to Inko, who smiled softly as she dried her eyes.

"I knew something was going on when he left suddenly, but he promised he would be careful," Inko said, sadness filling her voice, more tears threatening to break through. She held the handkerchief tightly, staring at her husband's pale face, the smile missing as he was unconscious on the table.

Izuku sat silently, etching his father's form into his memory, making himself a promise.

'I will be stronger. I will be faster. I will be the best. I will be the hero that makes everyone feel safe. I will make sure no one else feels this ever again.'

Several days later and after many sleepless nights, the Midoriyas finally went home after Toshinori had stabilized. He was resting in his hospital bed, reading the newspapers from the last couple of days, most of the headlines saying something about All Might taking a small break and that other heroes like Endeavor and Blizzard were increasing their patrols. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, laying back down and wincing at the pain in his side.

"Easy, Toshinori," Mirai said, walking into the room, carrying a tray of food and water. He placed it down beside Toshinori and gave his friend a hand with adjusting the pillows as he settled down.

"Thank you, old friend," Toshinori said weakly, his breathing shallow and labored. He was really missing that second lung right now. He glanced at the tray of food, and rubbed his belly gently. Even without his stomach, he still felt hunger. He turned away from the food wistfully, and looked to Mirai.

"Do you know if Torino is coming?" he asked.

Mirai glanced at his watch and nodded, "Any minute now, I suspect."

Sure enough, not ten seconds later, the short and wizened form of Toshinori's old teacher walked through the door. He took one look at Toshinori, gave a harrumph, and walked up to the side of the bed.

"So, Toshinori. Bite off more than you chew?" Sorahiko Torino, a hero known as Gran Torino though now retired, asked, a small smile on his face. "I seem to remember telling you not to go rushing in."

Toshinori smiled weakly, and nodded, "I'm sorry, Sensei, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. He's been beaten. At great cost, yes. But at least he is dealt with."

Gran Torino harrumphed again, "Yes, well… we'll see about that. You said on the phone that you had something important to talk about in person. What is it?"

Toshinori looked at both of the men in front of him, his mentor, and his closest friend, appraising them. He tried to take a deep breath, but the soreness of his muscles prevented him from completely filling his one good lung. He exhaled, letting the pain wash away.

"What do you think about me giving One for All to Izuku?" he said, carefully keeping his voice steady.

The two men stared at him for a second, before Mirai spoke up, "What is your reasoning?"

Toshinori continued, "I think that, with the training we are putting him through and his unique quirk, he would be an excellent bearer of my power. If the need should arise for him to take on someone as dangerous as All for One was, then I see him doing wonderfully."

Mirai and Sorahiko had thoughtful expressions on their face, and it was Sorahiko that spoke up next, "I agree the boy has potential. From your news about him, and what I have seen, he would make a decent carrier. But he's not ready. Not yet. Not by a long shot." Toshinori and Mirai nodded in agreement, giving each other a glance.

"Then we are agreed? When Izuku is ready, he will gain my power, and add it to his own," Toshinori stated, the other two men nodded.

"Just be sure to train him properly. We don't know what will happen when his power and yours are combined." Mirai stated, staring at Toshinori with his intimidating glare, "He needs to be as prepared as possible."

Toshinori smiled weakly, "He will be. I know my son. He will rise to the challenge and meet it head on."

A/N: I'm sorry for the confusion. I have grown a lot as a writer over the last couple of months and want to improve my story. So here is the rewrite. Please let me know what you think in the comments! If you want to read the old version, I have a link to a pdf on the Archive of Our Own page for Capacitance, as FanFiction doesn't like links. Or you can message me and I can send you a link!