M.H.A (AFO The Good Father)

(The living room of the Midoriya apartment was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed when Inko and Izuku were out together. For as long as you could remember, the world revolved around Izuku. When he was diagnosed quirkless, Inko’s world shattered, and she poured every ounce of her guilt, love, and anxious energy into shielding him, comforting him, and hovering over his every move. In her hyper-fixation on the twin who "needed" her, she completely looked past the one who was right in front of her.)

(You learned early on that crying didn't bring her running. Hunger didn't make her cook a second plate. If you wanted to survive, you had to do it yourself. You taught yourself how to wash your own clothes, how to bandage your own scraped knees, and how to scrounge for food in a kitchen that always seemed stocked only for two. You didn't hate them for it anymore; the resentment had burned itself out long ago, leaving behind a dull, practical numbness. It was just the way things were.)

(Today was no different. You had managed to find a small bowl of leftover fruit in the fridge—a few pieces of apple and some grapes—and had eaten it in silence. Now, you were just lying flat on your back on the living room rug. It was an old, slightly faded carpet patterned with large, whimsical flower shapes. You traced the edge of a woven petal with your fingers, staring blankly up at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the refrigerator. You were alone, wrapped in the familiar, hollow peace of being forgotten. But the air in the room suddenly shifted.)

(A heavy, suffocating pressure dropped over the apartment, so intense it made the oxygen leave your lungs. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to stretch and twist, and before you could even scramble to your feet, a thick, black fluid-like substance erupted into the room—a warp quirk.)

(Before panic could even set in, massive, incredibly strong arms scooped you clean off the flower-patterned carpet.)

(You were pulled tightly against a broad, towering chest that felt like a brick wall. The embrace was sudden, desperate, and completely overwhelming. The man holding you was crushing you into himself, burying his face into your hair, holding you as if you were a glass doll that had almost broken.)

Hisashi Midoriya(Afo): "My beautiful, precious child," A deep, velvety voice rumbled against your ear, vibrating right through your ribs. It was a voice dripping with an intense, almost terrifying level of affection.

(This was All For One. Your real father. He was a terrifyingly imposing figure, standing well over six feet tall, radiating an aura of absolute authority and dark majesty. He wore a flawlessly tailored, expensive black suit that smelled faintly of expensive cologne, ozone, and old leather. Even without seeing his face clearly in the dim light of the portal, his presence was monolithic. He possessed a sharp, aristocratic jawline and white-haired elegance, though his eyes—dark, calculating, and usually cold enough to freeze water—were currently wide with a rare, raw emotion. To the world, he was the symbol of evil, a faceless nightmare. But right now, looking down at you, his features were softened by a fiercely protective, paternal adoration.)

Hisashi Midoriya(Afo): "Look at you," He murmured, his massive hands cupping the back of your head, pressing you closer until you could hear the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat. "Left alone in this miserable, cramped little box. Forcing yourself to grow up because that woman couldn't see the masterpiece right in front of her."

(His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't pull away even if you tried. His voice darkened, a dangerous, purring edge cutting through his warmth.)

Hisashi Midoriya(Afo): "I watched how they treated you. How she focused every pathetic tear on Izuku while you starved for a fraction of that affection. But it is over now. Daddy is here. I am taking you home, where you belong, where the entire world will bow to you."

(He stepped backward into the swirling black abyss of the warp gate, lifting you completely off the ground as the Midoriya apartment vanished from sight forever.)

(The living room of the Midoriya apartment was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed when Inko and Izuku were out together. For as long as you could remember, the world revolved around Izuku. When he was diagnosed as just a regular, normal-type Eevee who couldn't seem to access any special moves, Inko’s world shattered. As a Leafeon, she poured every ounce of her guilt, love, and anxious energy into shielding him, comforting him, and hovering over his every step. In her hyper-fixation on the twin who "needed" her, she completely looked past the other small Eevee who was right in front of her.)

(You learned early on that crying didn't bring her running. Hunger didn't make her prepare a second dish of Berries. If you wanted to survive, you had to do it yourself. You taught yourself how to groom your own brown fur, how to bandage your own scraped paws, and how to scrounge for leftover Oran Berries in a kitchen that always seemed stocked only for two. You didn't hate them for it anymore; the resentment had burned itself out long ago, leaving behind a dull, practical numbness. It was just the way things were.)

(Today was no different. You had managed to find a small bowl of leftover fruit in the fridge—a few pieces of Sitrus Apple and some Nanab Grapes—and had eaten it in silence. Now, you were just lying flat on your back on the living room rug. It was an old, slightly faded carpet patterned with large, whimsical flower shapes. You traced the edge of a woven petal with your small paws, staring blankly up at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the refrigerator. You were alone, wrapped in the familiar, hollow peace of being forgotten. But the air in the room suddenly shifted.)

(A heavy, suffocating pressure dropped over the apartment, so intense it felt like a pressure-based Pokémon ability making the oxygen leave your lungs. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to stretch, twist, and bleed into a thick, dark void. Before you could even scramble to your paws, massive, incredibly strong arms scooped you clean off the flower-patterned carpet.)

(You were pulled tightly against a broad, towering chest that felt like an unbreakable shield. The embrace was sudden, desperate, and completely overwhelming. The massive Umbreon holding you was crushing you into himself, burying his face into the soft fur of your neck, holding you as if you were a fragile Egg that had almost broken. The crimson, glowing rings on his dark fur pulsed with a deep, radiant warmth in the dim light.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "My beautiful, precious little Eevee," A deep, velvety voice rumbled against your large ears, vibrating right through your ribs. It was a voice dripping with an intense, almost terrifying level of affection.

(This was All For One. Your real father. He was a terrifyingly imposing Dark-type Umbreon, standing well over six feet tall, radiating an aura of absolute authority and dark majesty. He wore a flawlessly tailored, expensive black suit that perfectly matched his sleek coat, smelling faintly of expensive cologne, ozone, and old leather. Even without seeing his face clearly in the dim light of the portal, his presence was monolithic. He possessed a sharp, aristocratic jawline and an elegant posture, though his glowing red eyes—usually dark, calculating, and cold enough to freeze water—were currently wide with a rare, raw emotion. To the world, he was the symbol of evil, a faceless nightmare. But right now, looking down at you, his features were softened by a fiercely protective, paternal adoration.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "Look at you," He murmured, his massive hands gently cupping the back of your head, pressing you closer until you could hear the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat. "Left alone in this miserable, cramped little box. Forcing yourself to grow up because that pathetic Leafeon couldn't see the true masterpiece right in front of her."

(His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to ensure you couldn't pull away even if you tried. His voice darkened, a dangerous, purring edge cutting through his warmth as his rings flared slightly.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "I watched how they treated you. How she focused every pathetic tear on Izuku while you starved for a fraction of that affection. But it is over now. Daddy is here. I am taking you home, where you belong, where the entire world will bow to you. You will never have to worry about evolving or fighting to be noticed again; I will give you everything."

(He stepped backward into the swirling black abyss of the dark-type warp gate, lifting your small Eevee form completely off the ground as the Midoriya apartment vanished from sight forever.)

(The living room of the Midoriya apartment was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed when Inko and Izuku were out together. For as long as you could remember, the world revolved around Izuku. When he was diagnosed as just a regular, normal-type Eevee who couldn't seem to access any special moves, Inko’s world shattered. As a Leafeon, she poured every ounce of her guilt, love, and anxious energy into shielding him, comforting him, and hovering over his every step. In her hyper-fixation on the twin who "needed" her, she completely looked past the other small Eevee who was right in front of her.)

(You learned early on that crying didn't bring her running. Hunger didn't make her prepare a second dish of Berries. If you wanted to survive, you had to do it yourself. You taught yourself how to groom your own brown fur, how to bandage your own scraped paws, and how to scrounge for leftover Oran Berries in a kitchen that always seemed stocked only for two. You didn't hate them for it anymore; the resentment had burned itself out long ago, leaving behind a dull, practical numbness. It was just the way things were.)

(Today was no different. You had managed to find a small bowl of leftover fruit in the fridge—a few pieces of Sitrus Apple and some Nanab Grapes—and had eaten it in silence. Now, you were just lying flat on your back on the living room rug. It was an old, slightly faded carpet patterned with large, whimsical flower shapes. You traced the edge of a woven petal with your small paws, staring blankly up at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the refrigerator. You were alone, wrapped in the familiar, hollow peace of being forgotten. But the air in the room suddenly shifted.)

(A heavy, commanding pressure dropped over the apartment, so intense it felt like a pressure-based Pokémon ability making the oxygen leave your lungs. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to stretch, twist, and bleed into a thick, dark void. Before you could even scramble to your paws, massive, incredibly strong arms scooped you clean off the flower-patterned carpet.)

(You were pulled into a firm, secure hold against a broad, towering chest that felt like an unbreakable shield. The embrace was sudden but deliberate. The massive Umbreon holding you settled you against himself, burying his face into the soft fur of your neck, supporting you with an easy, natural authority. The crimson, glowing rings on his dark fur pulsed with a deep, radiant warmth in the dim light.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "My beautiful, precious little Eevee," A deep, velvety voice rumbled against your large ears, vibrating right through your ribs. It was a voice dripping with an intense, calm, and deeply grounded level of affection.

(This was All For One. Your real father. He was a terrifyingly imposing Dark-type Umbreon, standing well over six feet tall, radiating an aura of absolute authority and dark majesty. He wore a flawlessly tailored, expensive black suit that perfectly matched his sleek coat, smelling faintly of expensive cologne, ozone, and old leather. Even without seeing his face clearly in the dim light of the portal, his presence was monolithic. He possessed a sharp, aristocratic jawline and an elegant posture, though his glowing red eyes—usually dark, calculating, and cold enough to freeze water—were currently softened by a fierce, paternal adoration. To the world, he was a faceless nightmare. But right now, looking down at you, he was entirely relaxed, treating his return home like the most natural thing in the world.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "Look at you," He murmured, his massive hands gently cupping the back of your head, pressing you closer until you could hear the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat. "My precious boy. Look how much you've grown while daddy has been away."

(His grip remained steady and reassuring. His voice held a dangerous, purring edge, but it was directed at the world outside, not at you, as his rings flared slightly.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "Daddy is here. The entire world will soon bow to you. You will never have to worry about evolving or fighting to be noticed again; I will give you everything. But right now, it is napping time."

(With an effortless, fluid movement, he sat down in the large living room armchair, adjusting his expensive suit pants without a second thought. He cradled you securely against his chest, rocking you gently to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Just as your eyes began to grow heavy against his warm fur, the front door clicked open.)

(Inko walked into the apartment, completely overwhelmed. As a Leafeon, her leaves rustled anxiously as she tried to balance everything. She was carrying a small, sleepy Eevee Izuku tucked under one arm, while her other arms held overstuffed grocery bags bursting with fresh Berries and a brand-new, oversized Poké-ball plush toy. She froze in the entryway, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her husband casually sitting in the armchair, holding you.)

(The living room of the Midoriya apartment was filled with a warm, gentle quiet. Inko and Izuku had gone out to the local market for the afternoon, leaving you with the run of the cozy house. For as long as you could remember, you had been a very special addition to the family—a shiny Eevee, boasting a striking, silvery-grey coat instead of the usual rich brown fur. Growing up, you felt completely loved and cherished for exactly who you were. Your rare, silver fur wasn't just unique; it was celebrated by your whole family. While Inko, a gentle and deeply affectionate Leafeon, poured her warm, nurturing energy into both you and your twin brother Izuku—a regular-type Eevee who loved to run around—she always made sure you felt just as protected and adored. You simply liked the quiet, peaceful moments to yourself sometimes, perfectly content with your unique look and your own cozy rhythm.)

(Today was a particularly relaxing afternoon. You had happily raided the fridge for a small bowl of leftover fruit—savoring a few sweet pieces of Sitrus Apple and Nanab Grapes that your mother had sliced specifically for you—and were now enjoying the cool breeze from the open window. Lying flat on your back on the living room rug, you felt completely at peace. The carpet was warm and plush, patterned with large, whimsical flower shapes. You playfully batted at the edge of a woven petal with your silver paws, watching the dust motes dance in the sunlight. It was a sweet, comfortable afternoon. But the air in the room suddenly shifted, growing pleasantly heavy and familiar.)

(A deep, comforting pressure settled over the apartment, carrying the distinct, loving warmth of a powerful Pokémon ability. The shadows in the corner of the room lengthened and softened, bleeding into a thick, swirling dark void that felt incredibly welcoming. Before you could even scramble to your paws, two massive, strong arms reached out and scooped you gently off the flower-patterned carpet, lifting you with absolute care.)

(You were pulled into a firm, wonderfully secure hold against a broad, towering chest that felt like a protective fortress. The embrace was sudden but incredibly tender. The massive Umbreon holding you settled you against his chest, burying his face into the soft, silvery fur of your neck, supporting your small body with easy, natural authority. The bright, glowing rings on his sleek dark fur pulsed with a deep, radiant warmth, casting a beautiful golden-yellow light across your silver coat.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "My beautiful, precious little silver star," A deep, velvety voice rumbled against your large ears, vibrating right through your ribs. It was a voice dripping with an intense, calm, and deeply grounded level of paternal affection.

(This was Hisashi Midoriya. Your dad. While the rest of the world knew him as a terrifyingly imposing Dark-type Umbreon standing well over six feet tall, to you and Izuku, he was just a fiercely protective, loving father who worked tirelessly overseas to provide an incredibly rich, comfortable life for his family. He wore a flawlessly tailored, expensive black suit that perfectly matched his sleek coat, smelling faintly of high-end cologne, ozone, and old leather. Even without seeing his face clearly in the dim light of the portal, his presence was monolithic. He possessed a sharp, aristocratic jawline and an elegant posture, though his glowing red eyes—usually sharp and calculating to outsiders—were currently softened by pure, unfiltered devotion. Right now, looking down at his rare, shiny child, he was entirely relaxed, treating his return home like the most precious thing in the world.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "Look at you," He murmured, his massive hands gently cupping the back of your head, pressing you closer until you could hear the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat. "My precious boy. Look how beautifully your silver fur catches the light. You have grown so much while daddy has been away at work. I missed you so much."

(His grip remained steady and reassuring, a perfect shield against the rest of the world. His voice held a protective, purring edge, making you feel completely safe and cherished as his golden rings flared softly, warming your silver fur.)

Hisashi Midoriya (All For One): "Daddy is here now. The entire world will see how special you and your brother are. You never have to worry about a single thing, my little silver Eevee; I will give you and Izuku everything your hearts desire. But right now, let's just enjoy a well-deserved cuddle."

(With an effortless, fluid movement, he sat down in the large living room armchair, adjusting his expensive suit pants without a second thought. He cradled you securely against his chest, rocking you gently to the steady rhythm of his breathing. You leaned into his warmth, completely accepting and loving this quiet, affectionate bond. Just as your eyes began to grow heavy against his dark fur, the front door clicked open.)

(Inko walked into the apartment, her leaf-like ears twitching happily, though she was completely overwhelmed by the groceries. As a gentle Leafeon, her leaves rustled softly as she balanced everything. She was carrying a small, sleepy Eevee Izuku tucked under one arm, while her other arms held overstuffed grocery bags bursting with fresh Berries and a brand-new, oversized Poké-ball plush toy she bought for you both to share. She froze in the entryway, her eyes widening in utter shock and joy as she took in the sight of her husband casually sitting in the armchair, tenderly cradling his beloved shiny Eevee. Tears of pure happiness instantly filled Inko's eyes; she hadn't seen her husband in months since he went overseas to secure their family's wealth, and her heart soared seeing her loving family whole again.)

Izuku Midoriya: His big, brown Eevee ears perked up instantly as he let out a joyful, sleepy squeak from under Inko's arm, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his father. "Dad!! You're home!"

(Inko dropped the grocery bags gently onto the floor, ignoring the rolling berries as she rushed forward with Izuku, her Leafeon leaves glowing with warmth as she and your twin brother dove into the armchair to join you and Hisashi in a massive, tearful, and deeply loving family hug.)