A/N: I do get it... this could be a bit fast paced but I don't have the patient for it right now... dunno I am just tired.... so I want the story to just go chap for chap... there is another story I want to focus more about right noe XP sorry not sorry.

The next day, I found myself standing in UA's massive training facility, fully dressed in my custom-made hero costume. Unlike the others, who had their costumes designed with utility in mind, mine was a sleek, tailored suit. Black, of course—nothing too flashy, but unmistakably expensive. 

Why dress like a commoner when you can look like the million yen you are?

The rest of Class 1-A was buzzing with excitement as they admired each other's outfits. How quaint, I thought, watching them preen like peacocks. Uraraka looked like she'd just won the lottery in her gear, while Bakugo was all cocky grins and explosive gauntlets. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the man standing at the front of the class, his broad frame unmistakable.

All Might.

The number one hero, the symbol of peace, and the man who would always be my father's greatest enemy. And here he is, playing teacher to a bunch of teenagers. How the mighty have fallen.

All Might: Welcome, Class 1-A, to your Hero Basic Training! Today, we'll be testing your combat abilities in a mock battle between teams of two!

His booming voice was full of enthusiasm, but I could see the way his eyes narrowed slightly when they landed on me. 

Oh, he knows. 

Of course, he does.

I gave him a smile, the kind that I knew would irk him—polite, but with just enough edge to remind him exactly who I was.

All Might: Before we start, Midoriya, a word.

There it was. The underlying tension in his voice, the hint of something dark beneath the surface. 

Good, let's see where this goes.

I strolled up to him, keeping my composure cool and collected. The rest of the class watched curiously, probably wondering what the fuss was about.

Me: Yes, All Might? Something on your mind?

All Might's eyes, usually so full of life, were cold. 

Interesting. 

It seems I'm getting under his skin.

All Might: I know who you are, Izuku. And I know what you're doing here.

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the venom in it. 

Ah, so he's finally showing his true colors.

Me: Oh? And what exactly am I doing here, All Might? Trying to be a hero, just like everyone else, right?

I could see the muscles in his jaw tense. He hated this—hated that I, the son of his greatest enemy, was standing here, quirkless but still determined to play the game. 

But that's the thing, All Might, I'm not just playing—I'm winning.

All Might: You're here to make a mockery of this school. To show off your money and your connections, but this isn't some game, Midoriya. Lives are on the line in this profession, and you...

Then for a good second, no even a minute, he glanced at my suit with obvious disdain.

All Might: ....are treating it like a fashion show.

Me: Is that so? And here I thought being a hero was about saving people, not about who has the flashiest quirk or the shiniest costume.

I could see the fury in his eyes now, the barely restrained anger. Good. Let him seethe.

All Might: This isn't for you, Izuku. Being a hero isn't something you can buy your way into. If you want to throw your money around, maybe you should consider a different career. Leave the real work to those who actually belong here.

That was it. That patronizing tone, that holier-than-thou attitude. 

As if he has any right to judge me. 

The anger bubbled up inside, hot and relentless.

Me: And who are you to decide who belongs here, All Might? Just because I don't have a quirk doesn't mean I don't deserve to be here. I've worked hard, I've outsmarted everyone else in this room, and I've earned my place. My money just makes it easier.

The words were sharp, laced with venom, and I could see that they hit their mark. All Might's face darkened, and for a moment, I wondered if he was going to lose that vaunted composure of his.

All Might: You think money can solve everything, but you're wrong. Out there, in the real world, you'll be faced with situations that no amount of money can fix. When someone's life is on the line, your gadgets and your cash won't save them. That's when you'll realize how out of your depth you really are.

I felt a surge of defiance, a refusal to let him get the last word.

Me: And you think quirks are the answer to everything? How naive. Quirks are just another tool, just like money. It's about how you use them, how you control the situation. And believe me, All Might, I know how to control things better than anyone in this school.

The tension in the air was thick, the class silent as they watched the exchange. All Might stared at me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the battle raging behind his eyes. 

He hates this—hates that I'm right, in my own way.

All Might: You may have brains, Midoriya, but don't let that arrogance blind you. Being a hero is more than just strategy and wealth. It's about heart, about selflessness, and I'm not convinced you have what it takes.

He turned away, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.

All Might: If you're serious about this, prove it. Show me that you can be more than just your father's son.

The words hit like a blow, but I refused to let them shake me. 

Show him? 

Oh, I'll show him all right. 

I'll show him that in this world, money and intelligence trump all that sentimental garbage he's peddling.

As the mock battle began, I watched All Might out of the corner of my eye, my mind already plotting my next move. 

He thinks he can undermine me, push me out of UA, but he doesn't know what he's dealing with.

All Might may be the symbol of peace, but I was raised by the man who knew how to play the game better than anyone. 

And soon, they'll all see that I'm not just here to be a hero—I'm here to redefine what that even means.