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僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Midoriya Inko & Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Midoriya Inko
Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Midoriya Izuku
Sir Nighteye (My Hero Academia)
Bakugou Katsuki
Gran Torino (My Hero Academia)
Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl

Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Biological Dad AU
Izuku is the Product of a One Night Stand
no relationships - Freeform
Will Probably Change In Sequel Stories
Quirkless Izuku
Izuku Recieves One For All Quirk
Izuku Is All Might's secret son
Rated For Violence
Description of Toshinori's First Fight Against All For One
Frank Discussion of All Might's Injuries
Seriously I Made Google Think I Was Dying With All the Medical Stuff I Was Looking Up For This
Story
minor language
Mainly From All Might and Bakugou
no beta we die like men
Complete
English
Part 1 of the My Hero Biological Dad AU series Next Work →

My Hero Is My Dad?!
LightSage89

Chapter 6 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/17573258/chapters/41419241)

Summary:

Toshinori is continuing to recover from his injury. After a month, he reaches out to contact Inko,
and the two of them decide that it's finally time to tell Izuku the truth about his parentage and
Toshinori decides to offer his son his quirk if the child wants to be a hero.
Notes:

LES: In this chapter, Inko sends Izuku over to Bakugou’s house while she travels to Tokyo. I just
want to make a few things clear. Inko is friends with Bakugou’s parents. She doesn’t know that
Bakugou bullies her child. And Izuku, despite not wanting to be there, is largely safe in Bakugou’s
house. Bakugou’s mom doesn’t put up with Katsuki’s shit and would not tolerate him bullying Izuku in
her house.
Another month passed, and by this time the entire world was losing its mind wondering where All
Might was. The worry and fear had traveled all the way up to the United Nations in New York, whose
meetings had devolved into little more than the American delegation screaming at their Japanese
counterparts for losing track of the world’s Top Hero days after leaving America. The Japanese
ambassador had stayed polite, at first, but as the venom spewed at him got worse and worse, they
eventually started yelling back about how All Might was on a covet mission, and he could certainly take
care of himself.
Of course, the ambassador actually had no idea, personally, where All Might was. All he had was
the assurances from the Japanese Hero Association that, according to All Might’s sidekick, Sir Nighteye,
the top hero was fine.
All Might was still in the private clinic.
He’d had two more surgeries in the last month. The first was to remove and replace the diaphragm
with a synthetic replacement. The left side of his diaphragm had been mangled and could hardly
function at all anymore. But, even after that, his left lung still only had a small amount of functionality.
So All Might went into surgery again, this time his lower ribs and the lower lobe of his left lung was
removed.
The loss of his stomach really started to take its toll on his body during this time. Having lived in
America for years, he was far more used to the American habit of three very large meals a day. Without
his stomach, his appetite dropped to almost nothing, and he despaired at the amount of food he could
stomach in a single sitting. It caused his appetite to disappear totally. Pretty much the only way
nutrition that he was getting was through an IV.
It was devastating to his body, and that trapped All Might into a negative feedback loop of feeling
bad for himself, losing his appetite from depression, and causing his body to waste away even faster.
All Might stared at himself in the mirror, and he hated himself. He was losing weight and muscle
mass fast. If he allowed the power of One For All to flow through his body, his body could reattain his
former strength and power. But that caused new problems. It was painful to hold the form, aggravating
his wounds. All Might could not be sure yet, but he knew that this was not a permanent fix.
The nurse entered the room and sighed in exasperation. “All Might, sir, please stop pushing
yourself like this. Allowing your body to recover properly will help you a lot more in the long run.”
One For All burned away from his body, and he returned to his wasting form. To tell the truth, the
nurse understood how he was feeling. She had seen it many, many times before, especially with those
who took pride in their physicality. It was pretty common for patients to start seeing themselves in only
the negative. To the nurse, he was still All Might, the world’s greatest hero. When he looked at himself
in the mirror, he could only see the sunken in eyes and cheeks, the loss of his muscles, and the horrific
scar on his side.
“Have you been having trouble breathing?” The nurse asked, inspecting his surgical scars.
All Might did not answer for a few seconds. “I’m still coughing up blood.”
The nurse nodded. “
You had a very traumatic injury. You might have that problem for years… and
it will be worse if you try to push yourself.” She took a moment to listen to his left lung, and then put
her stethoscope back around her neck. She stepped back out into the hallway and brought in a food
tray.
All Might frowned a
t
the food and turned away. “Please, at least try a little.” The nurse said, sitting
down in the chair next to the bed. “
Your body still needs food, even if you have trouble feeling hungry.”
All Might frowned again at the bland food, but then relented. At least a little. He ate a few bites
before he pushed the rest of the food away. The nurse sighed. At least it was an improvement.
“Do you need anything?” The nurse asked.
 “My cellphone.” All Might answered.
“Of course.” The nurse walked over to the table and picked up All Might’s cellphone and handed it
to the man. As he reached for it, the nurse put her hand on his. He looked up at her, a little shocked. “I
know that you’re feeling discouraged.” The nurse said. “But you are recovering pretty well for how
badly you were injured when you first arrived. Everyone thought you were going to die, but here you
are, proving just how strong you are. Don’t give up on yourself, because we’re not going to give up on
you.” And then she let go of his hand and stepped back out into the hallway.
F
or a few moments, All Might was frozen. But then he walked back over to the hospital bed and sat
down. H
e unlocked his phone and navigated to his contacts and found Midoriya Inko’s number.
He hesitated for a couple more minutes, before he pressed the call button.
It took a couple of rings, but then Inko answered. “Oh, thank goodness! Toshinori, are you okay? No
one knows where you’ve been! Izuku has been so worried about All Might being missing that he’s made
himself sick with worry.”
Toshinori’s felt his heart skip a beat over the fact that he had caused them such worry. “Inko...”
Maybe Inko could hear how tired he was. “Toshinori… are you all right?” She asked.
“Could you… come visit me in Tokyo?” He asked.
There was a short pause. “I… of course. Do you want me to bring Izuku?”
“Not yet. I want to talk to you first.” Toshinori told her.
“Yes. I’ll come to Tokyo. Do you want me to come to your agency?”
Toshinori couldn’t bare to tell her that she had to come to a medical clinic. “No. Send me your train
information, and I’ll have someone pick you up at the station.”
“Okay. I’ll send Izuku to go to a friend of mine and come as soon as I can.”
“Thank you, Inko.” Toshinori said.

 
After giving her goodbye, Inko hung up. She knew something was wrong. She could just tell. She
looked over at Izuku, who was busy watching hero videos on the computer. She sighed. “Izuku, could
you please go to Katsuki’s house?”
Izuku stopped the video. For a second, he didn’t answer. Before Inko could ask again, Izuku turned
and looked at her. “Okay.” He said. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Yes. I have to go to Tokyo.” Inko said, gathering up her purse.
“Aw, Mom, can’t I go?” Izuku asked.
“Not this time, dear.” Inko said. “Perhaps next time.”
“Oh… okay.” Izuku said, as he began to walk over to the door.
“I’m very hopeful that I’ll be home tonight, but if I can’t, you can stay with your aunt and uncle.”
Inko told Izuku.
“Is everything okay, mom?” Izuku told her as he put on his shoes.
“I hope so.” Inko said, putting on her own shoes and letting them both outside. She walked Izuku to
Katsuki’s house and, after explaining things to her friends, she left Izuku in their care.
She walked to the train station and bought a seat on the next train to Tokyo. Once she had the train
information, she texted that information to Toshinori and began her journey.
Once she got to the station, she immediately recognized Sir Nighteye. She didn’t know about him as
well as her son, but even she could tell that something was wrong. Besides a polite greeting, he had not
said a word to her until they got into the car.
At that point, Inko could not stay silent any longer. “Could you please tell me what’s going on?” She
asked.
Sir Nighteye sighed. “Well, you are about to find out for yourself, so I suppose there’s no harm in
giving you advanced warning. Toshinori returned to Japan in order to fight against a super-villain. The
villain was defeated, but All Might… he was critically injured in the fight. He’s been in a private clinic
for over a month now.”
The words struck Inko dumb. Toshinori… All Might was the strongest superhero in the world. What
sort of super-villain could hurt the Number One hero that badly?
“Just a fair warning, he doesn’t look the same anymore. His injuries have caused him to lose over
22 kilograms so far.” Sir Nighteye said.
 He was hurt that badly?
Inko thought, shocked. A little over half an hour later, Sir Nighteye pulled
up to the back entrance of some fancy private clinic.
“Hardly anyone knows he’s here, so we have to go through the back to see him.” Sir Nighteye told
her, helping her out of the car and leading her through the doorway. The nurses and doctors had more
important things to do, but they still cast a curious glance at the woman whom Nighteye was bringing
to see All Might.
Sir Nighteye stopped and gestured towards the door to Toshinori’s room. “
You’re not going in?” She
asked.
Sir Nighteye’s jaw tightened. “Not right now.” He said shortly.
Inko nodded wordlessly, nervously opened the door and stepped inside. She couldn’t help but let
out a little gasp of shock when she saw Toshinori. What Sir Nighteye had said… the Symbol of Peace
was wasting away. He was laying on the hospital bed, staring glumly at the food that was set before
him. Inko was shocked at the food. Wasn’t this supposed to be a fancy private clinic? And they couldn’t
afford to give the Number One hero food that was not that bland… or at least in a larger portion? Even
Izuku, with as small as his body was, would be asking for seconds after such a tiny meal. No wonder he
had lost so much weight.
“Toshinori.” She said to get his attention.
He looked around. “Inko, it’s good to...”
“What the hell are they doing to you in here?” She asked, moving up to his bedside. “Surely they
could spare you more food than this? If this is what they are feeding you, then it’s no wonder...”
“Inko.” Toshinori said, a little more firmly now, and she quieted down. “I had to have my stomach
removed. This is about all I can eat now without vomiting.”
“Oh god, are you…?” She trailed off. Of course he’s not all right. She thought to herself. Just look at
him. “Why did you call me now? Is this about wanting to meet Izuku? Wouldn’t you want to wait until
you are out of the hospital?”
“They are probably going to let me go in two weeks.” Toshinori said. “Right now they are mostly
worried about me because I have no appetite. I suppose they are waiting for someone to volunteer to
take care of me, or for me to say that I’ll retire.”
“Is that what this is about?” Inko asked. “Are you going to retire?”
“Not yet.” Toshinori said. “Inko, I do want to speak to you about Izuku. Besides being a fan of mine
and not having a quirk, how does he feel about heroes?”
Inko smiled fondly. “He loves heroes. When he was a small child, before we found out about him
being quirkless, the only thing he would talk about was how he’d become a great hero like you once he
got his quirk. And that hasn’t really changed. He told me that he wants to be the first quirkless child to
attend the U.A. hero course! Can you imagine?”
“That’s a lofty goal. What’s he doing to make that dream a reality?” Toshinori asked.
Inko sighed. “He runs all over the city, hunting down as many hero fights as he can find. He has
these notebooks that he started writing in when he was just five years old. They are hero analysis
books. They are pretty amazing. He can watch a hero fight just a few times and pick apart the strengths
and weaknesses of the individual hero and villain. He also says that the running helps him build up
stamina.”
Toshinori nodded thoughtfully. Building up stamina was a good start, but if he wanted to pass One
For All to Izuku he would have to build up his strength too. Thankfully the child was still young enough
for this to be corrected with a proper training regimen. But what really impressed Toshinori was the
idea of Izuku analyzing hero fights. Despite being a hero who largely solved fights by punching the
other guys really hard, he was not one to look down upon the application of intelligence in battle.
Taking a child that analytical and cultivating their instincts in a fight to complement their intelligence
could make Izuku an incredible hero.
“He still does this? He still wants to be a hero?” Toshinori asked.
“Well, if there are villains out there capable of doing something like this to the top hero, I’m not
sure if I’d want Izuku anywhere near villain fights anymore.” Inko said honestly.
“This? Not every villain is like this.” Toshinori told her. “The man who did this was… one of a kind.
But I don’t want to talk about the fight that did this to me. It’s over and he’s gone. What I want to talk
about right now is Izuku’s future as a young hero.”
“Does he have a future in any hero course without a quirk?” Inko asked.
 “Inko… I’ve never spoken to you about this, but let me tell you about my quirk and what I can do
with it.” He said in a hushed voice.

Twenty minutes later, Inko was in shock. “Let me see if I understand you. You possess a quirk that,
by its very nature, is one that is passed on from person to person, growing stronger every time it is
passed along? And you want to transfer this quirk to my son?”
“Our son.” Toshinori gently reminded her.
“How? How is this possible?” Inko asked.
“I can assure you, it is. Hardly anyone knows, but I was not born with a quirk. It’s my fault that
Izuku was born without a quirk. This stockpiling quirk was passed onto me from my mentor, and now I
want to pass it on to our son, if he is willing to accept the power.”
“A quirk that can be passed onto others?” Inko gasped. “But then wouldn’t that make him a target
for people who would want your power?” She asked.
“It might, if they only know the basics and have no understanding of how the quirk actually works.
It is passed on via DNA, and Izuku all ready has my DNA. But he did not get my quirk because the
holder has to mean for it to be passed on. This quirk cannot be taken by force or transferred by
accident.”
“What do you mean it is passed on with DNA?” Inko asked.
“Well… when my mentor passed it to me, I had to swallow a strand of her hair.” Toshinori
admitted. He had been totally grossed out when Nana handed him a strand of her hair with the
instruction to eat it. But One For All was worth a few seconds of disgust and a couple minutes of
nausea. “But before all of that, I’ll want to train his so he’ll be stronger. He’ll need a strong body to
handle my quirk, and that should take no more than a couple of years. If everything goes right, he’ll
could have my quirk and have it completely under control by the time of the U.A. entrance exam.”
“Train him how?” Inko asked. “I can’t afford to...” She trailed off, embarrassed to admit that she
couldn’t afford to send Izuku to Tokyo by train and back every single day for the next couple of years.
“Inko, he’s my son. Do you really think I would not financially support him, or you?” Toshinori
asked. “I may have been out of commission for over a month, but I’m nowhere near financial ruin. In
fact, I could buy you and Izuku a house in Tokyo.”
“Goodness, Toshinori, this is all so sudden.” Inko gasped. “Are you sure you want to do all this?”
“Of course.” Toshinori said. “If Izuku wants it that way. I’ll do nothing without your permission, or
his.”
Inko sighed. “You… you have my permission. I’ll bring Izuku with me next time so we can air all of
this out with him. And we can decide everything else later.” She stood up. “I’ll see you later, Toshinori.”
And she walked out.
Toshinori sighed. All in all, that had not gone as bad as it could have gone.
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