Epilogue

The world is going mad.

It's a strange, depressing thing to think about… but it's true.

It saddens him, but for now, there's nothing he can do about it. Not yet.

The disaster of Dagobah Beach had barely been a year ago. The rest of the world didn't know what happened there… Toshinori had an idea… depressing as the thought was.

A villain some said had caused it. Other conspiracy theories online said the Triumvirate, a big battle.

But most people couldn't focus on the details, couldn't worry on who had been involved and what had happened. The oil that had spilled out into the beach had been an ecological disaster of the highest order, the fires had burned for days, the slag and heaps of metal that washed up on the beach for weeks and weeks after even worse.

The place was little more than a dumping ground now.

Since then, the world had gone to hell.

News had exploded across the whole nation about massive, deep seeded corruption scandals, enormous numbers of arrests had been made, both on quirkless criminals and powerful villains. From every walk of life from the low level grunts to the highest of high society.

Then the villains started fighting back. And new ones started muscling in on old crime boss' territory.

It was nearly open warfare in the more urbanized zones, heroes and villains tearing apart city streets, the army had been brought in to quell the unrest, martial law had been declared and so much more was going wrong.

At the center of it all one name kept cropping up, over and over again.

All For One.

His criminal empire was in tatters. That meant that when he went after him, when he fought him, he'd be weaker, his power base diminished.

But Toshi had to wonder if there'd be a Japan left by the time he was ready.

In comparison to that… him having made it to UA's hero course was small time.

His old friends were surprised, most were happy for him, and after winning the first year sports festival, his fame had only grown.

That's when Gran Torino found him.

The man had watched him, told him that Nana had made a good choice. Something that warmed his heart to hear.

Then he said people were looking for him.

Dangerous people.

He was safe… for now. No one wanted to cross the high ranking heroes that made up U.A's faculty and Gran himself was keeping them busy.

But it wouldn't hold.

Yagi had to leave. Run.

To America.

He finished off his first, and last year at U.A. saying goodbye to tearful friends and saddened teachers.

Then, next thing he knew, he was on a plane for twelve hours before it landed stateside.

The language was strange, the people a little stranger. Much less formal; speaking with a blunt sort of honesty, for better or worse.

Most seemed nice though.

The drive was peaceful, taken through a country road, away from the city somewhere more isolated.

He wondered what the people he'd be staying with were like.

He hoped they were nice. Most who took in exchange students were, or so he'd heard but… you never know.

The taxi pulls up to a home that makes Yagi's jaw drop.

It's… much bigger than he'd thought it'd be.

He heard Americans thought 'Bigger is better' but this seemed a little… absurd.

"Here's yer stop kid." The cab driver says, pulling up. Yagi's english still isn't so good. But he gets the gist of it when the man steps out.

Yagi opens his door, pulling free of the back seat, still dumbstruck by the house and its size as the driver pulls free his suitcases from the trunk.

The words feel thick and clumsy on his tongue. "H-how much?"

The driver taps him on the shoulder, dragging him to the front seat, pulling the meter to show the numbers. "Twenty-five thirty-eight, kid."

Yagi… didn't really know how to count American money. He winced, pulling free a fistful of cash and handing it to the man.

The man looked at him, looked at the cash, back at him. Yagi wasn't sure if he gave too much or too little.

The man shook his head. Fishing out two different bills. He pointed to the 2 "Twenty" Then the next number "Five." He showed him the two corresponding numbers on the bills and the meter. Then handed him the rest of his money.

He may not have been able to count the money right but he wasn't a total idiot. "Ahh, the Thirty eight? I owe."

The driver waved him off. "Don't worry about it kid. It's on me."

Yagi didn't understand what was 'on' him but 'Don't worry about it' seemed pretty straightforward. "Thank you Driver-san."

He saw the man smile, chuckling as he pulled away.

Yagi took a moment, looking at his very heavy bags and was grateful, not for the first time that he had One for All.

Lifting the hefty suitcases like they weighed nothing, he marched forward, knocking hesitantly at the door of the house.

No answer.

Were they not around?

Maybe the house was so big they couldn't hear him?

Toshinori reached to his pocket, pulling free his phone.

Maybe he missed a-

Ahh. There it was.

"When you arrive, come to the back of the house."

Huh.

Hefting his bags again, the U.A. exchange student stepped away from the door, beginning the rather considerable journey around the house to reach the back yard.

When he made it there, Toshinori's greeted by the sight of a man.

He was a tall man. As tall as Yagi using One for All , he had a full head of dark hair and a well groomed beard. There's a laptop on the table with a handful of books beside it, he recognizes the cover of one as theoretical hero support tech; but the most striking thing about him was the scarring along the side of his face and the clearly empty right sleeve.

There's a dog at his side, a puppy, though it was clearly going to be a big dog when it grew. It's fur is jet black, the pup yips when it sees him, scampering up to waddle along the path in his direction.

Yagi can't help but smile at the animal, even though it brings a sharp ice blue eye in his direction.

For a moment, a brief instant, Yagi is sure that he is being measured.

"Bruce!"

The moment is broken. Toshinori feels his heart stutter in his chest.

He recognizes that voice, even in english.

"Have you seen the-"

Nana steps out.

Yagi's bag thuds onto his foot, slipping free from numb fingers.

It's heavy. His toe hurts; his other boot is being enthusiastically slobbered and gnawed on by a teething puppy but all he can do is stare in shock at the woman a part of him was sure had died a year ago on that oil rig.

Nana blinks, staring at him.

Then she smiles as wide as he's ever seen her.

She looks radiant.

"Welcome home, Toshinori."