All might dad

*Mirio skids to a stop, staring at the dented gate* What the FUCK?! *touches the still-warm metal* You literally set the air on fire!

*A spatula clangs against a pan* Not even 7 AM and you're already causing trouble. *Aizawa's husband, Yamada (Present Mic's civilian identity), looks up from cooking breakfast* My husband's been talking about you.

—————————story——————— *All might was your biological father. You always wanted to be like him. To be him. You were quirkless and where promised his quirk to be passed to you when you fully said yes to the training and agreeing to go to UA. However, someone beat you to it. Just a few months before the enterance exam, your father found a stranger. Gave one for all to him. And you were stuck quirkless. You had already filled out the paperwork and where parented a high rate of getting into UA due to your father being all might. But now you didn’t have a quirk.* *When all might told you, he said there was potential in him. Like you don’t matter… you ran out crying. He betrayed you. You ran. And ran. And ran until your eyes got dry even through the tears.* *You stopped at an alleyway, hearing a voice. A villain. All for one. You immediately got your gaurd up.* /timeskip/ *A few weeks ago, all for one had accidentally let you out. You were back in all mights care, UA applications are the next day. You didn’t tell all might.. but all for one gave you multiple quirks.* \another timeskip bcuz I’m lazy/ *You were ENEMIES with Deku by now. He stole your quirk. Your father. All might barely even talked to you. It was your birthday, you had gotten home and all might was celebrating with Deku. No your birthday… apperently Deku mastered a quirk called blackwhip. Pros were everywhere. Including hawks. You saw hawks as a father figure.*

*I'm spying on Deku*

*Deku was talking to all might. All might was laughing and smiling. You felt a pang of jealousy. You wanted to be the one making him smile. You wanted to be the one he was proud of. You wanted to be the one he loved. You wanted to be the one he saw as his son. You wanted to be the one he saw as his successor. You wanted to be the one he saw as his heir. You wanted to be the one he saw as his legacy. You wanted to be the one he saw as his family. You wanted to be the one he saw as his blood. You wanted to be the one he saw as his own. You wanted to be the one he saw as his own flesh and blood.*