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The foreshadowing of All Might being the last pillar holding the society together.
We know from the television scene that he is what makes people to not have fear. This is why when a villain strikes crowds form to see heroes instead of getting themselves into safety. This is why society is still holding up with all that awfulness. Because All Might is there to safe the day.
There is no change needed because he is not a pro hero for money and fame, he is a hero. He wants so help people, to save them and he suffers for them. To the point where his own health comes after the world.
This is something we now see in Deku too and as Bakugo called him out so nicely: it is very wrong.
Because in All Might is led to this:
He can not succumb in any way. And he is not talking about outside forces here, he talks about his own health. The forces of evil being the injury he suffered through fighting. He isn’t allowed to be human. Heroes, pro heroes are not allowed to be human in his and societies eyes. They are there to be idol beings with no flaws.
So what happens once that symbol that one person that actually upheld those inhumane standards is gone? Society crumbles as soon as something happens. That something being Dabi, telling the world about Endevour’s abuse and Hawk’s murder.
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Truly from the depths of my struggling heart. Viva La Vida by Coldplay belongs to one Toshinori Yagi aka the one and only All Might.
Coldplay should just sign over the rights of the song at this point promptly too.
hey i recently found your work and love your writing. Can you write something about a supervillain dad and a hero son??
“Hands up,” the super villain motioned with his gun, face impassive. The hero swallowed as he complied.
“You won’t shoot me,” the hero said, but it was too hesitant to come out as confident as he wanted it to.
His dad raised a brow. “Won’t I?”
The hero sucked in a breath. Held it in for three. Out for three.
“Do it, then.” He was proud of how steady his voice was. “Shoot your only kid.”
“You say that like being my child means something.”
“If it didn’t, I’d be dead already, dad.”
His father’s face was weary, but the gun didn’t lower.
“I’ve let you have your heroics. I’ve been very generous, actually. Do you know how many plans you’ve fucked up? Plans I gave permission for?” The hero didn’t respond. “It ends, now.”
The hero steeled himself.
“No.”
His dad lowered the gun, but he suspected it was more out of surprise than anything else.
“No?”
“No,” the hero repeated more firmly. “You heard me. I know you did.”
“I heard you,” his dad agreed. “I was giving you the chance to change your answer.”
The hero grit his jaw, shoulders set.
“It won’t change.”
His father sighed, rubbing a hand over his brow.
“Why must you make things so difficult?”
“I’m sorry my morals are getting in the way of your hobbies,” he snarled. “Here, let me move out of the way of your most recent murder attempt.”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” his father snapped. “Have you forgotten that you’re my most recent murder attempt?”
“How could I?” He scoffed. “Kind of hard to ignore my father’s attempts on my life.”
“And yet you still insist on playing hero—”
“Because it is the right thing to do,” the hero interrupted, hands clenched. “And I will never stop trying to do the right thing so long as you are doing all the wrong ones.”
His father looked like he didn’t have a clue what to say to that.
They sat in silence.
“Does family mean nothing to you?” His father said finally.
“Family is not an excuse for bloodlust.”
“Your mother—”
“Do not.” His gaze darkened, and his father shifted uncomfortably. “She is not a scapegoat for your actions.”
“She died—”
“And how many mothers have you killed trying to soothe the pain of her death?”
His father lowered the gun.
“I will not let my son continue to play hero. It is a sign of weakness, to have you out here undermining me. I won’t tolerate it.”
He realized, then, that there was only path out of this moment. There was one solution. One chance.
“Whoever you are, you are not my father.” The blow struck true. His father flinched. “And if that’s the case, if the choice is being your son or being a hero, then here’s your answer.”
Power began to crackle up his arms, reflected in his father eyes.
“It’s a shame, dad,” the hero said, eyes glinting. “You lost your only son, and you didn’t even have to kill him to do it.”
The supervillain paused, for a second, just one, pain flashing across his face, before he raised the gun once more.
This time, the supervillain didn’t hesitate before he fired. Didn’t bother to watch if the hero got out of the way in time.
The supervillain would never kill his son.
But if his son—the hero. But if the hero had decided he would rather be dead than family?
Well, who was the supervillain to deny him that?