I’m feeling a bit nostalgic all of sudden, so what do I do? Right! Headcanon coming right up!
Imagine that somewhere in the future, years and years from now, Izuku is no longer the teenager he is now. He’s a grown man, a top hero, and has taken up the work his mentor has passed onto him – he is not a lone pillar like All Might once was, because there are other young heroes (mostly Class 1-A) right beside him, working together with him, but unofficially, the citizens talk about the hero “Deku” being the new Number One. It is as if All Might has come back, even stronger than before, some say.
One day, Toshinori is walking down the street, sunglasses perched on his nose, a hat drawn in deep to hide his features. People nowadays don’t make a fuss over him when they happen to recognize him, not anymore, but there are still a lot of All Might supporters out there. Whenever he doesn’t feel like getting too much attention, he disguises himself just enough to pass as a normal citizen.
Which he is, now. No hero, just a normal person coming back from buying groceries for lunch.
It doesn’t bother him anymore. There are others who do his old job now, and he can safely say that they are doing a fabulous job at it.
But still… as he tilts his head back in order to stretch his aching neck a bit, his gaze lands on a poster. It’s colourful, slogan plastered over it, and a familiar mop of green hair is to be seen on it.
“Hero Deku – The movie! Coming soon!” it reads in big, bold letters.
Toshinori stops in his walk and reads it again. He has seen such posters often already. Deku’s face greets him everywhere he goes – pictures in newspapers, in commercials, action figures lining racks at the supermarket. It grins at him from T-Shirt that young Deku-fanboy’s and fangirls wear, proudly presenting their hero to the world.
Suddenly, the realization crushes down on Toshinori. Izuku… Izuku is a hero now. No, he is the hero, even more famous and stronger than All Might once was.
Izuku has reached his goal, fulfilled his dream.
A memory flashes before Toshinori’s inner eye – a shy, tense boy, nearing tears, asking him loudly and with a waver in his voice
“Can someone without a quirk become a hero like you?!”
A wide smile blooms on Toshinori’s face, warm affection and pride flooding him, letting tears well up in his eyes. Chuckling to himself, he pushes his sunglasses onto his forehead, rubbing at his eyes with the ball of his free hand. “Yeesh. I’m getting sentimental in my old age.”
There is a quick breathe next to him, before a high, breathless voice chirps from around his knees. “Are you All Might?”
Toshinori blinks the last tears back and looks down. There is a little boy standing next to him, big round eyes staring up at him reverently, little chubby fists clutching a familiar action figure painted mostly in green.
“Why, you’re right my boy,” Toshinori shifts and gets down on one knee in order to be on eye-level with the little one. A smile tugs at his lips. “I really used to be All Might.”
The boy’s eyes go even bigger, a feat that should have been impossible, and a wide, toothy grin spreads on the round face. “That’s so cool! You’re the real All Might!”
Toshinori laughs at that, hoarse but honest. The excitement reminds him of another fanboy…
“Did you really train Deku?”
The laugh trails off, turning into chuckles before Toshinori quieted completely, smiling nostalgically.
Once, he had been recognized for his deeds as All Might. Now, he was recognized as Deku’s teacher.
It made him feel ready to burst with pride, warmth swelling in his chest.
“Yes, I did,” he pats the boy’s head gently, chuckling at the happy squeak that gets him. “You’re well informed, young man.”
The grin widens even more, and the boy hops up and down in excitement, the Deku-figurine pressed to his chest. “I know everything about Deku! He’s my hero!”
“Is he now?”
“Yes! I want to be just like him when I grow up!”
Toshinori hums, half-listening as the boy rambles on, listing up feats that Deku has done, and why he thinks that Deku is the coolest hero out of all of them. All the while, Toshinori slips one hand into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out his phone, trying to catch a glimpse of the time.
Already five minutes late.
He will probably be worried by now, he muses, amusement and the beginning of an idea flickering through him.
The little one stops, excited expression shifting into a mixture of embarrassment and worry. “O-Oh! Sorry, um, I know I always talk too much…”
“Not at all,” Toshinori calms him, smiling slightly. “But I wanted to know: What would you say if you accompany me for a bit? There is someone I would like you to meet.”
“Someone…?” for a second, the boy frowns, contemplating, before he beams again. After all, it is All Might he is talking with. “Okay!”
Toshinori gets up again, silently cursing his cracking knees – he really was getting old – gathering his grocery bags and resuming his walk. The boy kept up with his slow steps easily, hopping all the while, talking and talking and talking.
It brought a grin to Toshinori’s face. Fanboys were always the same, it seemed.
They turned the last corner, Toshinori’s home in sight right before them, as someone called out, “There you are! Yeesh, I was already getting worried here!”
The boy stopped hopping, basically freezing in spot, as a tall, green-haired man appeared right in front of them. He was huge, at least for the boy, only an inch or so smaller than All Might himself, broad shoulders hidden underneath a wide shirt reading “All M”
Toshinori just hummed, fumbling for his keys. “Hello to you too, my boy.”
The other snorted, shaking his head. “That’s all? Please call me next time when you’re late. The last time you didn’t show up in time, it was because you had run into another villain incident.”
“Bad luck. And you bailed me out from it easily,” Toshinori rumbled, shoving the younger aside gently in order to reach the door. “Stop pampering an old man like me, will you?”
“Never. And don’t call yourself old” in a gesture not very fitting for a grown man, the younger stuck his tongue out at the blond, getting punched lightly in the shoulder for it.
Only then did the man notice that his former teacher had company. Green eyes blinked as they locked onto the frozen little boy who was staring up at him in wonder. “Oh? Who is…?”
“You’re Deku!” the little boy breathed reverently, even more fascinated by the fact that his hero was standing in front of him than he had been by the sight of All Might himself.
“Um. Yes?” A sheepish smile appeared on Izuku’s face as he scratched the back of his head. “Hello there!”
“You’re really, really Deku!”
“Ummmm…” Izuku’s gaze shifted from the excited little fanboy towards his mentor, helpless, silently saying Help, I’m overwhelmed.
Toshinori barely managed to bite back a snort, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Izuku, meet your number one fanboy.”
“I’m Taiki!” The boy was beaming now, eyes ablaze with happiness at the sight of his idol. “And you’re the coolest hero ever!”
“Eh?” Izuku’s smile was more relaxed now. He was familiar with the excitement one felt when meeting his idol, after all. “That’s a very nice thing of you to say, Taiki, thank you.”
“Oh, oh! Can I have your autograph? Please? That would be so great!”
“Of course you can. Wait, I do have a pen somewhere…”
Toshinori stopped in the open door, leaning against the doorframe as he watched his student and Taiki. Izuku had crouched down in front of the boy, signing the offered notebook (“I read on the internet that you used to take notes of everything, Deku!” – “I still do that, actually.”)
Another warm, overwhelming feel of pride wells up inside the blond, and he can feel himself smiling softly.
Izuku catches that, lifting an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’re smiling at me.”
“Can’t I be proud of my boy?” Toshinori gives back easily.
Izuku’s expression changes into something bright, happy, warm, and he smiles widely.
Toshinori clears his throat, pushing himself off from the doorframe. “Well, I should get started on lunch, I guess.”
Taiki’s smile falls, and he looks up from the autograph he had just admired. “Oh. Should I…?”
“You,” Izuku interrupted him softly, “Should try and call your parents to ask if you can stay for lunch.”
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but then, Taiki’s whole face lights up. “Really?!”
“M-hm,” Izuku’s gaze flickers over to his mentor quickly, before he mock-whispers “Toshi- All Might always cooks too much, you know. He thinks I would starve otherwise.”
“I do not,” Toshinori admonishes from where he is kicking of his shoes already. “I know your mother. She would never let you starve.”
“Still not sure about that!” Izuku quips back, laughing, before he turns to his young fanboy again. “What do you think, Taiki?”
The boy’s face is almost splitting under his big grin. “I will call them!”
Toshinori watches, smiling, as the young fanboy scrambles to call his parents, while Izuku waits at the doorstep patiently.
Yes. Izuku really has come a long way.
Izuku looks over his shoulder, catching Toshinori smiling absentmindedly again, and he laughs at his mentor happily. “I still can’t believe that I have fanboys now! That’s so awesome!”
Toshinori blinks, shaking his head, grinning back.
But some things would never change.
“You’re too modest, Izuku.”