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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across All Might's penthouse. The air was thick with the aroma of a home-cooked meal, something All Might's true form—had spent considerable time preparing. The table was set with care: two plates, two sets of utensils, and a pitcher of water. It was a quiet, almost serene evening, yet an underlying tension buzzed between the two figures seated at the table.
Izuku sat across from All Might, his crimson eyes fixated on the plate before him. His once curly green hair was now a shock of white, hanging slightly over his forehead. He remained impassive, his face a mask of indifference, as had become his norm. The scars on his body, reminders of battles fought and memories best left buried, were concealed beneath a simple black shirt.
All Might sat across from him, a smile on his face, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was no longer the towering symbol of peace but a man who had come to care deeply for the boy before him. Over the months, he had seen the potential in Izuku, had trained him, guided him—but more than that, he had grown to see him as something more than just a student. However, the words he needed to say were caught in his throat.
All Might cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Izuku, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
Izuku looked up, his expression unchanged. "What is it?" he asked, his tone flat, almost disinterested.
All Might hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous habit he hadn't been able to shake. "These past few months… we've spent a lot of time together. Training, eating, talking… well, mostly me talking." He chuckled awkwardly, but Izuku's expression remained unmoved.
"Yes," Izuku responded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I remember."
All Might sighed. This was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated. "The thing is… I've come to care about you, Izuku. Not just as a mentor or a teacher, but as… as something more."
Izuku's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, the first sign of any reaction. "What do you mean?"
All Might struggled to find the right words. "I mean, I… I think of you as family, Izuku. Like a son."
The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of All Might's words hanging in the air between them. Izuku stared at him, trying to process the unexpected confession. "A son?" he repeated, the word foreign to him.
"Yes, a son," All Might confirmed, his voice soft but firm. "I know this might seem sudden, but I've seen your strength, your determination, and I want to be there for you, not just as a hero but as… as a father."
Izuku turned his gaze away, focusing on the plate of food in front of him. The concept of family was something he had long since pushed aside. His memories of being Midoriya Izuku were hazy, filled with pain and loss. The idea of having someone care for him like a father felt strange, almost unsettling.
"Why would you want that?" Izuku finally asked, his voice tinged with something close to vulnerability. "You don't even know me."
"Izuku," All Might said gently, leaning forward, "I don't need to know everything about your past. What matters to me is who you are now, and who you can become."
Izuku's grip on his fork tightened, but he didn't look up. "I'm not… I'm not who I was. I'm different. Broken."
All Might's heart ached at those words. He wanted to reach out, to comfort the boy who had been through so much, but he held back. "You're not broken, Izuku. You've been through things no one should have to endure, but that doesn't define you. What defines you is how you move forward, how you use your strength to help others."
Izuku looked up, his eyes meeting All Might's. For the first time, there was a flicker of something in his gaze—something uncertain, but not entirely closed off. "I don't know if I can be what you want me to be," he said quietly.
"You don't have to be anything other than who you are," All Might replied. "Just be Izuku. That's all I ask."
The room fell into silence once more, both of them contemplating the weight of the conversation. Finally, Izuku spoke again, his voice almost hesitant.
"If I… if I were to… accept what you're saying… I want to be called by that anymore," he said, his tone resolute. "That person is gone."
All Might was confused by that point. He began to think about what he was trying to say by ''that person''. What made him like this? Was his family that bad? Did he hated his past name which he couldn't figure out? But in all he chose to let it go cause eventually he'll open up just like what his friend said.
All Might nodded, understanding the significance of that statement. "Then what would you like to be called?"
Izuku was quiet for a moment, thinking. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing stood out. He looked at the man before him, the man who had taken him in, trained him, cared for him, and now was offering something he had never expected.
"I want to be called with your family name attached to mine All Might," he said softly. "If I'm going to have a name… I want it to yours..."
All Might's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with a warmth that spread across his face. "Izuku… I like that," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection.
Izuku looked away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Don't make a big deal out of it," he muttered, embarrassed by the attention.
All Might chuckled, feeling a deep sense of joy he hadn't felt in years. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But thank you, Izuku. Thank you for giving me this chance."
Izuku didn't respond, but he didn't pull away when All Might reached out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. They sat there for a few moments, the silence between them now more comfortable, filled with the beginnings of a bond neither had expected.
As they finished dinner, clearing the dishes together in companionable silence, Izuku finally spoke, breaking the quiet.
"You… you never told me your real name," he said, his tone curious. "You know, apart from your hero name."
All Might paused, surprised by the question. He hadn't expected Izuku to ask that, but it seemed only fair, considering the new bond they were forming. He took a deep breath, then smiled warmly at the boy who had just accepted him as a father.
"My real name," he began, stepping back slightly. "Is Toshinori Yagi."
And with a sudden *poof*, the towering symbol of peace was gone, replaced by the skinny, almost frail form of Toshinori Yagi. He stood before Izuku, no longer the indomitable All Might, but just a man—just a father.
Izuku stared at him, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Toshinori Yagi…" he repeated, testing the name on his tongue.
Toshinori nodded, a soft smile on his face. "That's right. And now, I suppose we're officially family, Izuku Yagi."
Izuku felt a strange warmth spread through him at those words—a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. It was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. He gave a small nod, acknowledging the bond they had just formed.
As the night drew on, and the lights of the city flickered outside the windows, the newly formed family sat together in the dim light of the dining room, knowing that this was just the beginning of something new—something neither of them had expected, but something both of them needed.
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And so, the story of Izuku Midoriya came to an end, and the story of Izuku Yagi began.