The P.E. grounds were quiet now, the dust settling as the students filed back to the dorms after the grueling Quirk Apprehension Test. Aizawa stood near the edge of the field, arms crossed and scarf draped loosely around his shoulders. His sharp eyes scanned the area, though he already knew who was there. He'd felt the presence long before the test had ended. From behind the shadow of a nearby building, a tall, gaunt figure stepped into view. Toshinori Yagi, better known as All Might, approached with his trademark nervous smile, though his skeletal form betrayed his unease. Aizawa {flatly, without looking at him}: "You've been spying on my class." All Might stopped a few feet away, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. All Might {laughing nervously}: "Spying is a strong word, Eraserhead. I prefer to think of it as... observing from a distance." Aizawa {turning to face him, unimpressed}: "Call it whatever you want. You were watching Midoriya. Don't deny it." All Might's smile faded slightly, his face growing more serious. He nodded. All Might {quietly}: "I had to see him for myself. Izuku Midoriya... His control over his Quirk, the way he uses it—it's too much like him." Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping lower. Aizawa {coldly}: "You mean All For One." All Might sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the name. He crossed his arms, his gaze distant as he spoke. All Might {gravely}: "Yes. The way he combines multiple quirks so effortlessly, the precision, the sheer power... It's exactly what I saw when I fought All For One. And his demeanor—calm, calculating, always in control—it's unnervingly similar. I can't ignore it." Aizawa remained silent, his sharp eyes studying All Might carefully. Finally, he spoke, his tone even but laced with suspicion. Aizawa: "And what's your plan, then? Accuse a thirteen-year-old of being his father's successor? Last I checked, Midoriya hasn't broken a single rule." All Might clenched his fists, his frustration evident. All Might {firmly}: "I'm not saying he's guilty of anything... yet. But his Quirk—'All For One.' That's no coincidence, Aizawa. You've seen it. You can't tell me you're not suspicious." Aizawa frowned, his scarf shifting slightly as he adjusted it. Aizawa: "Of course I'm suspicious. But I'm not going to jump to conclusions. The kid's blunt and detached, sure, but he hasn't shown any signs of malicious intent. If anything, he's the most logical student in this class." All Might's face softened slightly, but the worry in his eyes remained. All Might {quietly}: "And if that logic is being twisted by his father? If Hisashi Midoriya really is All For One, then Izuku might already be a pawn in his game." Aizawa took a step closer, his voice steady but firm. Aizawa: "Then we keep watching. Closely. But until he gives us a reason to act, you and I both know there's nothing we can do." All Might exhaled slowly, nodding reluctantly. All Might {softly}: "You're right. I just... I can't shake the feeling that we're running out of time. If we're not careful, we could have another All For One on our hands." Aizawa's expression hardened, his voice lowering further. Aizawa: "If that happens, we deal with it. But until then, I'm not treating him like a criminal. The kid's got enough to deal with, especially with half the class already suspicious of him." The two heroes stood in silence for a moment, the tension thick between them. Finally, All Might straightened, his gaunt frame illuminated by the fading sunlight. All Might {resolutely}: "I'll leave it to you, Eraserhead. But I'll be watching. And if anything changes—" Aizawa {interrupting, his tone sharp}: "You'll know. But for now, let me do my job." All Might hesitated, then nodded, turning to leave. As he walked away, his mind churned with thoughts of Izuku—the boy with snow-white hair and sapphire-blue eyes, wielding the power of All For One. The resemblance to his nemesis was too close for comfort. Aizawa watched him go, his gaze thoughtful but guarded. As much as he respected All Might, he knew that paranoia could cloud judgment. For now, Izuku Midoriya remained a student—an extraordinary one, but still just a student. Aizawa {to himself, muttering}: "Let's hope you're wrong, Toshinori. For all our sakes." [Transition] The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated Izuku's spacious dorm room. It was late evening, and the world outside had quieted, leaving only the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Seated at his sleek, organized desk, Izuku Midoriya was immersed in his latest project—a book that explored his in-depth understanding of Quirks, their applications, and their limitations. His hand moved steadily across the page, the scratching of his pen the only sound in the room. Izuku {thinking to himself, writing}: "...the interplay between inherited traits and environmental factors in Quirk manifestation creates a unique synergy that heroes must leverage. Precision over raw power..." His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzz of his phone on the desk. The screen lit up, displaying an unknown number. Izuku's sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly as he hesitated. His instincts told him to ignore it, but curiosity won out. He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. Izuku {calmly}: "This is Izuku Midoriya." A smooth, confident voice responded on the other end. ??? {cheerfully}: "Ah, Mr. Midoriya, what a pleasure to finally speak with you. I represent the Hero Public Safety Commission, and I must say, you've already caught our attention." Izuku's grip on the phone tightened slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. Izuku {flatly}: "Is there a reason for this call?" The voice on the other end chuckled lightly. Representative {smoothly}: "Straight to the point. I respect that. You see, we've been following your progress, and your... unique abilities have intrigued us. Your understanding of Quirks, your efficiency, and your potential are unparalleled. We'd like to make you an offer—one that could elevate you beyond even the most promising heroes." Izuku leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't respond, prompting the caller to continue. Representative {persuasively}: "Imagine this: wealth, influence, resources at your fingertips. You could shape the future of hero society, Mr. Midoriya. Work with us, and we'll ensure you achieve a level of success that others can only dream of." For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, Izuku spoke, his tone as calm and cold as ever. Izuku {firmly}: "I'm not interested." The representative didn't falter, their voice taking on a more insistent tone. Representative {persistently}: "Mr. Midoriya, perhaps you don't fully understand the magnitude of this opportunity. With your intelligence and abilities, you could be at the forefront of shaping hero society. Think of the change you could bring—the legacy you could leave." Izuku sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Izuku {bluntly}: "I understand perfectly. What you're offering is a distraction. My focus is clear, and it doesn't involve deals for power or fame. This conversation is over." The voice on the other end hesitated, a hint of frustration slipping through. Representative {firmly}: "You may regret this decision, Mr. Midoriya. Offers like this don't come twice." Izuku's expression didn't waver. Izuku {calmly}: "If I do, that's my problem. Goodbye." Without waiting for a response, Izuku ended the call and placed the phone face down on the desk. For a moment, he stared at the device, his mind briefly replaying the conversation. Then, with a soft exhale, he picked up his pen and returned to his notebook. Izuku {murmuring to himself as he wrote}: "External distractions are inevitable. The key is knowing when to dismiss them."