Takeru had postponed his discharge to later in the evening, hoping to leave together with Kendo and Neijire after they finished their training for the day. Classes had stopped, giving the students time to prepare for the U.A. Sports Festival—the equivalent of the Superbowl. It was the largest televised event of the year, combining athletic competition with heroics, making it a must-watch spectacle.
Recovery Girl came in the morning to check his healing."Recovery Girl, thank you for taking care of me, but I have a request.""What is it, child?""I want to talk to All Might and Midoriya today, if possible."
Her shocked expression only further convinced Takeru of his suspicions. After a long, searching look, she agreed.
An hour later, a knock sounded. All Might stood in the doorway—massive as ever, though his smile lacked its usual shine. Midoriya walked behind him, concern and guilt etched plainly across his freckled face.
"Takeru-shōnen, it is good to see you healing well. I apologize for not being able to make it in time—"
"No, All Might. You cannot be everywhere all the time. I only did what any hero would do." Takeru turned to Midoriya. "Midoriya-kun—"
Before he could continue, Midoriya dropped to his knees with a thud.
"It was my fault—I'm so, so sorry, Takeru-kun!" He bowed repeatedly, tears streaming so heavily Takeru worried he might flood the room.
"STOP. Apology accepted, Midoriya-kun. Please." He exhaled. "I wanted to talk to both of you."
Both Midoriya and All Might stiffened—their nervousness almost comically obvious.
"Midoriya-kun, could you please wait outside? I want to speak with All Might for a moment."
Midoriya looked to All Might, who nodded, and the boy left with a bow.
Takeru spoke as soon as the door closed. "The Nomu had multiple quirks, All Might. I'm sure you've heard that by now."
All Might's face darkened. "Is it… All For One?"
Takeru's brows rose. "So you know him."
"How do you—where did you hear that name?" All Might's voice was filled with suspicion.
"I did my own research. Only one person is known to take and give quirks. I thought they were mostly rumors in the underworld—there is no concrete information on the internet. It was a guess based on limited information, but your reaction confirms it."
All Might sighed deeply. "I feared it might be him. I thought I had ended him for good… I pray I am wrong."
"So he's real. Not some boogeyman conjured by imaginative criminals."
"Unfortunately, yes."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"The punch Midoriya hit me with," Takeru continued, "was harder than anything the Nomu hit me with. Harder than anything I've ever been hit by. And during the quirk apprehension test, I saw you hiding—spying. At first, I thought it was me you were evaluating, but it was him, wasn't it?"
All Might's eyes widened.
"Tell me the truth," Takeru pressed. "Is Midoriya your son?"
All Might immediately spat blood.
"All Might! Are you okay?"
"No! No—absolutely not!" he coughed, waving his hands frantically. "Midoriya is not my son!"
Takeru blinked, then sighed. "Very well. Thank you for coming," he said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. Takeru knew they were hiding something and did not trust him enough to reveal it, so he let it go.
All Might turned toward the door—then stopped. Something in him shifted."Midoriya-shōnen," he called.
Midoriya stepped back inside.
"Takeru-shōnen," All Might said, "there is something you deserve to know."
Takeru frowned. "What is it?"
Then the impossible happened.
All Might shrank. His muscles evaporated, steam hissing from his body as his towering frame collapsed into that of a gaunt, hollow-eyed man.
Takeru stood as if needles had jabbed into his spine. "What—what is this?!"
Midoriya panicked. "A-All Might! You shouldn't transform like that!"
"It's alright, Midoriya-shōnen," the skeletal All Might said. "Takeru-kun has the heart of a true hero. He deserves the truth."
Takeru stared at him, utterly shocked.
"All Might… what happened to you?" he whispered. The man he was raised to surpass—the Symbol of Peace—was some sickly old man.
"I suppose," All Might began, "there is no point hiding it any longer. You deserve to know the truth—about me, about my power, and about Midoriya-shōnen."
Takeru remained standing, unable to relax, unable to reconcile the man before him with the figure he had been trained his whole life to surpass. The Symbol of Peace reduced to this—a thin, almost skeletal man—was a reality too abrupt to process without effort.
"What happened to you?" Takeru asked quietly.
All Might exhaled, the sound heavy with years of memory. "The villain we talked about earlier… five years ago… dealt me a grievous wound. It damaged my body. I have no stomach and only one lung. My body was never the same afterwards. I am losing my ability to remain a hero—to continue to be the Symbol of Peace and justice."
He gestured to himself. "This is who I truly am now. My hero form is nothing more than a temporary shell. Three hours at best, and every day I grow a little weaker."
Takeru processed the information slowly. "Are you dying?"
All Might shook his head. "No. But my ability to remain a hero is diminishing. My body is weakening. One For All is special. It is a quirk passed down from one person to another. A stockpiling power. With each successor, it grows stronger."
Takeru felt the back of his neck tighten. "Passed down? You mean you received your quirk?"
"Yes. I was quirkless." All Might gave a small, solemn nod. "One For All is inherited by choice. My predecessor entrusted it to me, and I entrusted it… to Midoriya-shōnen."
Takeru turned sharply toward the green-haired boy, who flinched but did not look away. The truth clicked into place with a clarity that made Takeru's stomach twist.
"That's why the punch was so strong," Takeru murmured. "He used One For All. His body keeps breaking down because it cannot handle the power."
Midoriya wiped at his eyes. "I-I didn't mean for the smash to hit you. I was trying to save Tsuyu and Mineta, and Kurogiri warped the attack, and then—"
"Midoriya-kun," Takeru interrupted gently, "I told you. Apology accepted."
All Might stepped forward. "Takeru-shōnen, the Nomu at the USJ was engineered with shock absorption, monstrous strength, and regeneration. Even weakened, I could have countered it, but I was not present. You were."
Takeru looked down at his missing arm, the nubs of bone pressing faintly against the bandage as the tissue began its slow restoration.
All Might continued, "You fought without hesitation. You threw yourself against a creature designed to kill me. And you protected every student you could, even when it cost you everything."
Takeru looked away, jaw tight. "I did what I could. It was barely enough. I am not you, All Might."
"No—you will be better," All Might said firmly. "You bought time and saved lives. Do not diminish that."
A moment passed before All Might spoke again, quieter now, as if confessing something heavy.
"Takeru-shōnen… I need your help. Midoriya's power is immense, far greater than anything I received at his age. I was able to access the power of OFA from the beginning. Yet his body is nowhere near ready to handle it. So far, our training has not been successful. You have strength similar to that of OFA, and you have exceptional control over it. If anyone could help young Midoriya master his power, it would be you."
Takeru's eyes slowly lifted toward Midoriya, who stood clutching the hem of his shirt, trembling yet determined.
"I need guidance," Midoriya said quietly. "You control your power perfectly. You fight without breaking your body. I know our quirks are different, but I need your help. I want to help. I don't want to waste the power given to me… I don't want to be useless."
Takeru saw the earnestness in Midoriya's eyes and sighed. He tried to place a hand on Midoriya's shoulder and then remembered it was still a stump. Instead, Takeru placed his left hand on All Might's bony shoulder.
"Thank you for trusting me with your secret. I will tell no one."
All Might nodded with a relieved smile.
"Midoriya," Takeru continued, "I was five when I received my powers. When they awakened, I accidentally tore a little girl's arm off."
Midoriya paled in shock. Even All Might looked taken aback.
"I was scared and terrified. I flew two miles and crashed, almost destroying an apartment building. Luckily, no one died and the girl was healed. I spent my whole life with the HPSC, training to control my powers. I was scared that I might hurt someone. I went years without hugging someone, or shaking hands, or high-fiving, because a slight miscalculation could lead to catastrophic consequences. It was isolating and painful.
"You received your power only a few months ago—a power not native to your own body. Do not worry. I am confident we will find a way to make you a hero."
"We will start training tomorrow."
Before Midoriya could argue about his condition, Takeru raised his stump.
"My body is healing well, and in one week I will be back to fighting shape. We need to find a place to train without other people," Takeru wondered aloud.
"I think we know a place," All Might said.
Midoriya smiled. Takeru looked at their faces and nodded.
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Toru Hagakure POV
The U.A. training hall buzzed with energy, every class pushing themselves for the Sports Festival. Toru wiped sweat from her forehead, trying not to stare too noticeably at Class 1-B.
Specifically, at Kendo Itsuka—Class 1-B's president, if the gossip from Mineta and Kaminari was true. They also claimed she was Takeru's girlfriend… and that Neijire Hado was one, too. Toru didn't believe a word of it. Mineta was a pervert, and Kaminari wasn't exactly the brightest bulb. Yes, Toru had seen Takeru eat lunch with them sometimes, and yes, they seemed close… but that didn't mean anything.
The orange-haired girl moved like a seasoned hero, sparring with three classmates at once while calmly critiquing their form.
When Kendo noticed Toru watching, she smiled and waved her over.
"You look like you want to train," she said warmly. "Come on—Hagakure-san, right? Train with us."
Toru lit up. "Really!? Yes—please!"
They began with footwork drills, then grappling sequences adjusted for Toru's quirk. Kendo's teaching style was patient, encouraging, and never condescending. Even when Toru stumbled, Kendo simply guided her shoulders or adjusted her stance.
"You're better than you think," Kendo said as Toru pulled off a surprisingly clean takedown. "Strength isn't everything. Precision and technique matter more—especially for someone with your quirk."
Toru beamed beneath her gloves. "Takeru-kun said the same thing!"
At that, Kendo's cheeks tinted pink—barely noticeable, but Toru caught it.
So she does like him…
An hour later, they wrapped up the session, both flushed and breathing hard. Kendo grabbed her towel and water bottle.
"That's enough for today, everyone!" she called before heading to the locker room for a shower.
Toru followed, chatting casually while they changed. When Kendo stepped out in fresh clothes, Toru walked beside her toward the exit—until Kendo paused.
"I'm going to check on someone before heading back," she said, adjusting her bag. "Thank you for today, Toru-chan. Join us anytime."
She waved and walked off.
Toru's heart skipped.
She knew exactly who Kendo meant. None of their classmates had been allowed to visit Takeru—they were told it would disturb his rest. But Toru wanted to see him too. And she'd seen Hado-senpai slipping in and out of the medical wing more than once.
equal parts curiosity and jealously pulled at her.
She slipped into the bathroom, stripped, and turned invisible before quietly trailing behind Kendo. This wasn't spying, she told herself. She just wanted to know how Takeru-kun was doing. Mina had wanted to visit too, and they'd been turned away yesterday… Toru just wanted to see him with her own eyes.
Kendo walked briskly down the medical wing corridor. Toru padded silently behind her, guilt twisting in her stomach but never reaching her feet.
At the far end, Hado-senpai rounded the corner—bright blue hair bouncing, smile warm as sunlight.
"Kendo-chan!" Neijire chirped before flinging her arms around her.
Kendo laughed softly and hugged her back. "You're early senpai."
"I missed you," Neijire said and then leaned in to kiss her.
Toru's breath caught this was not what Toru was expecting.
She clapped both hands over her invisible mouth, face burning crimson beneath the mask of nothingness. She shouldn't be here. She absolutely shouldn't be here but she did not leave.
Kendo and Neijire parted, fingers still linked as they turned toward Takeru's room.
Toru followed again. A small, aching hope that she was misunderstanding? the whole situation.
They reached the door. Neijire knocked once and opened the glass door. "Takeru We're here!"
Toru heard the deep familiar voice of Takeru albeit a bit sleepy. Toru moved closer and now was standing behind Kendo as Neijire opened the door.
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The sight made her freeze. Takeru was sitting halfway up in bed, still bandaged and shirtless, his body seeming even more muscled than Toru had imagined. His stump was wrapped, his right eye covered. Kendo immediately sat beside him, touching his face with gentle fingers. Neijire crawled onto the edge of the bed, cupping his cheek. They then kissed him, each taking a turn. It was deeply affectionate and deeply shocking; Toru almost gasped out loud. Heat bloomed from her chest to her toes—embarrassment, and something else she didn't dare name. Her invisible hands trembled. She shouldn't see this.
She took one step back—her foot tapped the doorstop. The soft click echoed like a gunshot. Takeru's remaining eye snapped open, focused straight on her position. Toru's heart almost exploded, but she reminded herself she was invisible and Takeru-kun could not see her.
Neijire followed his line of sight, a playful glint in her eyes before she turned her full attention back to the man in the bed. "Don't worry about the door," she whispered, her voice a husky purr as she licked Takeru's ear. "You're still injured. Why don't Kendo and I take care of you?"
Takeru simply grunted. Neijire took the lead, her movements confident. She turned to Kendo, her hands tracing the collar of the other girl's school uniform. "Let's help Takeru feel better, Itsuka," she commanded. Kendo's breath hitched, but she nodded in submission. Neijire's fingers deftly unbuttoned Kendo's blouse, revealing the soft skin beneath. She leaned in, claiming Kendo's lips in a possessive kiss as her hands explored Kendo's firm breasts.
All the while, Takeru watched, his one good eye dark with lust. Neijire broke the kiss and turned her attention to Takeru. She and Kendo worked together, sliding his hospital pants down. Toru gasped silently. Takeru was already hard, his cock a sight that transfixed her—so lewd and taboo. Neijire wrapped her hand around his shaft, and Kendo joined her, their hands working in tandem as they began to stroke him. Takeru let out a low groan, his head falling back, but his gaze drifted toward the door.
Neijire lowered her head, taking the tip of him into her mouth. Kendo followed, her tongue tracing patterns along the thick vein. Toru watched, utterly mesmerized, as they worshipped him with their mouths. The sounds were obscene, wet slurping and soft moans filling the quiet room. Toru's own body betrayed her; a throbbing heat settled between her legs. Her invisible hand slid down, between her legs. She touched herself, feeling the hairs around her slit were already dripping with arousal. A gasp caught in her throat as pleasure shot through her.
Neijire grabbed Kendo's head, pulling it back. She leaned forward, licking Takeru's nipple and neck before whispering, "No cumming until I say so, and no touching yourself. I have to punish you for worrying me." Takeru let out a weak chuckle and nodded.
"Let's put on a show for him, Itsuka-chan," Neijire purred. She guided Kendo to lie back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. With deliberate slowness, Neijire knelt, pushing up Kendo's skirt and sliding her panties down. Toru's breath caught. Neijire leaned in, her pink hair a vibrant contrast to Kendo's pale thighs. Toru watched, mesmerized, as her tongue delved into Kendo's folds. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped Kendo's lips as her back arched off the bed. Neijire ate her out with expert skill.
"Senpai... ah... please..." Kendo whimpered.
At the same time, Kendo wrapped her hand around Takeru's shaft, taking the head into her mouth while Neijire continued to pleasure her. The sight was obscene and captivating. After a moment, Neijire rose, her lips glistening, and joined Kendo. Together, they worshipped Takeru's cock, licking and sucking in tandem. Toru's invisible finger dug into her slick, swollen folds. She gasped silently, desperately hoping not to be heard as she peered through the door.
"Ride him," Neijire commanded.
Kendo obeyed, straddling Takeru's hips but turning to face the doorway. Toru froze, her heart hammering. Kendo sank down onto Takeru's massive cock with a cry of pure ecstasy. Toru had a perfect view, watching his thick length disappear inside Kendo as the other girl began to move. Neijire knelt behind Kendo, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. Kendo mewled pathetically. Neijire leaned in, tracing Kendo's ear with her tongue before capturing her lips in a dominant kiss. Toru could see their tongues intertwining. Neijire broke the kiss to whisper something in Kendo's ear that made her shudder and cry out. Toru's fingers moved faster, matching Kendo's rhythm. The sight was overwhelming.
After a few moments, Takeru moved with easy grace. He pushed Kendo onto her hands and knees, knelt behind her, and thrust into her in one smooth motion. He fucked her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass. Then, he pulled out and turned to Neijire, who eagerly assumed the same position. He entered her just as forcefully.
"You can cum now... let's cum together," he said. Neijire squealed, her eyes rolling back.
Toru was lost in a haze of voyeuristic pleasure. Her own orgasm built, a tight, hot coil in her stomach. She watched Takeru's powerful body move, and finally, the pleasure crested. A silent, devastating orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling violently as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Toru gasped, opening her eyes to find Takeru's one eye staring at the door. Panic cut through her post-orgasmic haze. He had seen her. He knew she was there. The shame was instantaneous. Without a second thought, Toru turned and fled, her footsteps silent as she ran down the hallway. She didn't stop until she was outside, her heart pounding, the image of Takeru's knowing smirk burned into her mind.
He saw nothing, she told herself, leaning against the cool brick, her breath ragged. He couldn't have. I'm invisible. He just looked at the door. I'm being paranoid. He saw nothing.