Returning home after the day at UA, I was greeted by the soothing aroma of essential oils and the calming notes of classical music playing softly in the background. The grand doors of the spa room were open, inviting me in. 

Ah, the perks of having a father who knows how to unwind after a day of outsmarting the masses.

As I stepped into the room, Dad—better known to the world as All for One—was already comfortably lying on one of the plush massage tables, his shirt tossed aside and a look of pure relaxation on his face. The top massage therapists in the country had been flown in, naturally. When you've got money, why settle for anything less than the best?

All for One: Ah, Izuku, perfect timing. I had a feeling today would warrant a bit of extra pampering. How was your day at UA?

His tone was light, but there was that ever-present edge of interest beneath it. For someone with his... colorful history, the idea of his son infiltrating UA must've been the highlight of his day. I climbed onto the table next to his, sinking into the soft cushion as the therapist began working on my shoulders. 

Bliss. 

Absolute bliss.

Me: Oh, the usual, Dad. They had us do a Quirk Apprehension Test, and I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear that your son didn't just survive—he thrived.

All for One chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the room.

All for One: Of course you did. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. And how did our dear, oblivious teacher Aizawa react to your... unconventional methods?

I couldn't help but grin, picturing the look on Aizawa's face when I outplayed the entire system with nothing more than a well-placed pitch and a broken finger. 

He thought he had me figured out, but little did he know...

Me: He was impressed. Not that he'd admit it outright, but I could see it. And as for the rest of the class, let's just say I've made quite an impression. They don't know what to make of me yet, but they'll learn. Money, brains, and a touch of Hacking—I'm practically unstoppable.

All for One: You should have seen it, though. Your teacher's mistake was in letting those who took your money remain in the class. If it were up to me, they'd be expelled on the spot. But that's the sad reality of our society, isn't it? They don't realize how money rules the world until it's too late.

His voice had that spicy bite to it, that hint of disdain for the so-called heroes who were too blinded by their ideals to see the truth. I could almost hear the sneer in his words. '

If only they knew how much easier life could be if they just accepted the way things really work.

Me: You're right, Dad. It's almost pathetic, really. Aizawa probably thought he was being clever with that little ruse—pretending to expel the weakest link. But he didn't even follow through. He's too tired, too caught up in the outdated belief that quirks alone define a hero. They'll never see that it's all just a game, and those who control the pieces control the board.

Dad hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating through the room as the therapists worked their magic.

There's nothing quite like discussing the flaws of society while getting a world-class massage.

All for One: Exactly. The sad part is, they think they're grooming the next generation of heroes, but all they're really doing is setting them up to be outmaneuvered by someone who understands that money, not quirks, is the true power in this world. They'll never see it coming.

Me: It's amusing, really. I could probably buy UA if I wanted to, just for the fun of watching them squirm. But where's the challenge in that? No, I'd rather play the game, let them think they have the upper hand, and then—snap—pull the rug out from under them.

Dad's grin was downright sinister, matching my own. We were alike in that way—enjoying the slow, deliberate takedown of those who thought they were invincible. 

After all, what's the point of having power if you can't have a little fun with it?

All for One: I raised you well, Izuku. You understand that power isn't about brute strength; it's about control, about knowing how to manipulate the pieces on the board to get the outcome you desire. And with your intelligence and our resources, there's nothing—nothing—that can stand in your way.

Me: And if someone does try to stand in my way... well, they'll quickly learn that money talks louder than any quirk ever could.

We both laughed, the sound resonating through the spa room, as if we were sharing some grand cosmic joke that the rest of the world was too naive to understand.

The therapists, bless their hearts, continued their work in silence, probably unaware of the gravity of the conversation taking place above their heads. But that was fine. Let the world stay ignorant. It made our plans all the more entertaining.

As the session wound down and we slipped deeper into that relaxed state that only the finest massages could provide, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. UA thought they were grooming heroes, but in reality, they were giving me the perfect stage to show everyone just how irrelevant quirks were in the grand scheme of things.

Money rules the world, and soon enough, they'll all see it.

All for One: To your continued success, my son. And to the sweet, inevitable downfall of those who dare to think otherwise.

I raised my glass of sparkling water—a fitting toast, considering the circumstances.

Me: To the future, Dad. Where heroes are nothing more than pawns in a game they'll never understand.

We clinked glasses, sealing our silent vow once again. The world was changing, and UA was just the beginning.