The small, dimly lit room carried the scent of aged wood and tea, the atmosphere heavy with both nostalgia and tension. Toshinori Yagi sat on one side of the table, his thin, frail frame contrasting with the confidence and authority he once exuded as All Might. Across from him sat Sir Nighteye, ever composed in his pristine suit, his sharp green eyes piercing behind his glasses. Beside him, Gran Torino leaned on his cane, his short stature somehow not diminishing his commanding presence. The three men were gathered around a simple table, an old teapot steaming softly in the middle. The topic of discussion was far from casual. Toshinori {leaning forward, his voice low and serious}: "We have a problem. Hisashi Midoriya—All For One—is alive. And more than that, he's raising a successor. His son... Izuku Midoriya." Sir Nighteye's hands, folded neatly in his lap, tightened slightly. He glanced at Toshinori, his face calm but his tone pointed. Sir Nighteye {adjusting his glasses}: "You're certain of this? Hisashi Midoriya being All For One has been nothing more than speculation for years. And this... Izuku. What makes him so dangerous?" Toshinori exhaled deeply, his skeletal hand gripping his knee. Toshinori {grimly}: "I've seen the boy. He's a mirror of his father, in both appearance and intellect. The calm, calculated demeanor... it's unnerving. He's already displaying a mastery of multiple quirks, and his potential is limitless. He hasn't shown overt hostility yet, but..." Gran Torino grunted, tapping his cane against the floor. Gran Torino {gruffly}: "A kid like that doesn't stay neutral for long, especially with All For One pulling the strings. What's the plan, Toshinori? You can't take him on yourself anymore." Toshinori's face tightened, and he looked at Nighteye. Toshinori {determinedly}: "That's why I'm here. Mirio Togata needs to be prepared. It's time to pass One For All to him. He's the only one I trust to carry this burden and stand against whatever Izuku might become." Sir Nighteye sat back slightly, his gaze turning toward the steaming teapot as he considered Toshinori's words. After a long pause, he finally spoke. Sir Nighteye {calmly, but with a hint of reluctance}: "Mirio is an exceptional candidate. He has the heart, the strength, and the discipline. I'm delighted that you've considered my suggestion." Gran Torino crossed his arms, his sharp eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly. Gran Torino {seriously}: "And what's the plan for Izuku? If this kid is as dangerous as you say, we can't just sit around and wait for him to make the first move." Toshinori shook his head, his face a mixture of frustration and resignation. Toshinori {quietly}: "Legally, there's nothing we can do. Hisashi Midoriya has erased all evidence of his past crimes. And Izuku... he's done nothing wrong. We're watching him closely, but until he crosses a line, our hands are tied." Sir Nighteye {coldly}: "That's assuming he ever gives us the chance to act. If he's as calculating as his father, he'll strike when we're least prepared." Gran Torino tapped his cane again, the sound sharp against the floor. Gran Torino {gruffly}: "Then we make sure Mirio is ready before that happens. If One For All is in his hands, we at least have a fighting chance." Toshinori glanced between his old mentor and his former sidekick, nodding slowly. Toshinori {softly}: "I'll speak to Mirio. He needs to know what's at stake. And... we need to be ready for the worst. If Izuku turns into what I fear he might, he won't just be dangerous—he'll be unstoppable." The room fell silent, the weight of Toshinori's words settling heavily over the three of them. Gran Torino finally stood, gripping his cane tightly as he made his way to the door. Gran Torino {without looking back}: "We'd better hope your successor is as strong as you think he is, Toshinori. Because this kid sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen." Sir Nighteye remained seated, his sharp gaze fixed on Toshinori. Sir Nighteye {quietly, almost to himself}: "We'll need more than hope. We'll need a plan." [Transition] The limousine's engine purred softly as it rolled to a halt in front of the towering gates of U.A. University. The polished black vehicle gleamed in the sunlight, standing out against the colorful, welcoming structure of the gates. The sound of the car door opening broke the quiet, and out stepped Izuku Midoriya, his presence as calm and commanding as ever. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his stark white hair caught the sunlight, and his sharp sapphire-blue eyes scanned the scene before him. Waiting at the gates was an impressive lineup of U.A.'s faculty, each standing straight and prepared to welcome their 'speical' student. Nezu {stepping forward, bowing slightly}: "Welcome to U.A. University, young Midoriya. It's an honor to have you join us today." Izuku nodded in acknowledgment though his expression neutral. Izuku {calmly}: "The pleasure is mine, Principal Nezu. I trust you've prepared the itinerary for this tour." Behind Nezu, Aizawa, dressed in his usual disheveled manner, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Izuku's composed demeanor. Toshinori Yagi, standing to the side in his skeletal form, smiled nervously but said nothing. Power Loader and Midnight exchanged glances, while Recovery Girl had a intrigued. Aizawa {murmuring to Toshinori}: "He doesn't exactly scream 'student,' does he?" Toshinori {whispering back}: "No... but we'll see what he's capable of soon enough." Nezu gestured for Izuku to follow as he began the tour, the entire faculty trailing behind like an entourage. [Transition] Nezu led the way into the main academic building, its pristine glass walls reflecting the bright sunlight outside. He stopped outside a large lecture hall and gestured inside. Nezu {cheerfully}: "This is one of our primary lecture halls. Here, you'll attend both theoretical and strategic hero courses. Each seat is equipped with state-of-the-art technology to assist with note-taking and analysis." Izuku stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. His expression remained neutral, but he gave a slight nod of approval. Izuku {calmly}: "Efficient. I appreciate the attention to detail." Midnight, walking behind them, chuckled softly. Midnight {whispering to Cementoss}: "He's like a mini corporate CEO." [Transition] The group moved to the support departments next, where Power Loader proudly showcased the advanced workshops and equipment the support course students will make gear for hero course students. Power Loader {enthusiastically}: "This is where you'll find my future students will build and maintain support items." Izuku ran a finger along one of the workbenches, glancing at the blueprints pinned to the walls. Izuku {thoughtfully}: "A facility like this opens up significant opportunities for resource optimization. I might explore it further in my free time." Power Loader blinked, slightly taken aback by Izuku's professional tone but nodded. [Transition] The tour continued to the expansive cafeteria, bustling with students enjoying their meals. Lunch Rush, the head chef, waved cheerfully from behind the counter. Lunch Rush {grinning}: "Welcome, young Midoriya! You'll find no better meals than the ones we prepare here!" Izuku surveyed the space, taking in the variety of food stations and the organized layout. Izuku {calmly}: "A well-fed student body is essential for productivity. Commendable work." Lunch Rush scratched his head, chuckling. [Transition] Next, Nezu led Izuku to Recovery Girl's nurse office. The elderly heroine greeted him warmly, her ever-present lollipop in hand. Recovery Girl {smiling kindly}: "Well, aren't you a serious-looking one? Let's hope I don't see you in here too often." Izuku inclined his head politely. Izuku {flatly}: "I have a Super Regeneration quirk, lasting injuries are impossible." Recovery Girl chuckled awkwardly, not sure how to respond to that. [Transition] Finally, the group arrived at the dorms, stopping in front of the 1-A building. The well-kept structure stood proudly, a symbol of U.A.'s commitment to fostering both independence and camaraderie. Nezu {gesturing to the building}: "This will be your residence during your 3 years at U.A. It's fully equipped with private rooms, communal spaces, and everything you'll need to feel at home." Izuku studied the building for a moment before turning to Nezu. Izuku {calmly}: "Acceptable. I appreciate the effort put into accommodating students." [Transition] As the tour concluded, the faculty gathered once more at the gates to see Izuku off. Nezu clapped his hands together, his small frame radiating excitement. Nezu {smiling brightly}: "And that concludes our tour! We're thrilled to have you with us, young Midoriya. Your journey here will undoubtedly be an interesting one." Izuku nodded, his sharp gaze scanning the group. Izuku {politely}: "Thank you for your time and effort. I'll do my best to meet expectations." As the limousine pulled up again, Izuku stepped inside with his usual grace. As the vehicle drove away, the faculty all released breaths they didn't know they had. They exchanged glances, each silently wondering what the future held with such a unique addition to U.A. University. Nezu {Grinning}: "What a truly fascinating and fearsome student we'll have."