A couple of weeks after what happened, I strolled into the new rehabilitation facility like I owned the place—because, in a way, I did. The entire place had been constructed to perfection, designed for one purpose: to break down villains and mold them into something more... manageable. The walls were pristine, the security tighter than a drum, and the atmosphere was cold, clinical. Just how I liked it...oh yeah, didn't I say it before.. I designed this place and forced Nezu to approve about it.... with a couple of more green papers.

This smell....

As good as new...

They can try to break this shit but they won't escape from here.

As I entered the central holding area, the villains were already gathered, each in their individual cells, separated by reinforced glass. The League of Villains was among them—Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, and the rest. Their eyes narrowed as they saw me, suspicion and hatred radiating off them.

Nezu stood beside me, his tiny figure a sharp contrast to the imposing structure of the facility. But make no mistake—he commanded as much respect as I did.

Me: Good morning, everyone.

I flashed them a grin, leaning casually against one of the glass walls.

Me: Let's get one thing straight. This little rehab center? It's mine. I'm the one sponsoring this "rehabilitation" system, which means I've got a lot of say in what happens here. And believe me, you don't want to get on my bad side.

I could see Toga's eyes light up with amusement, while Dabi's smirk deepened, but there was tension beneath their bravado. They weren't stupid—they knew I had the resources to back up my words.

Me: Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why a guy like me—quirkless, rich, and spoiled—would even bother with this place. Simple. I'm here to remind you that your lives are now in my hands.

I paused for effect, letting my words sink in.

Me: And if any of you think about stepping out of line, just remember—I've got the money to make one or two heroes go corrupt, or even pay off a cop to pull the trigger and end you right here. No questions asked. So, behave yourselves, and maybe—just maybe—you'll walk out of here one day. Oh and my father is All for One.

There was a heavy silence as they processed what I'd just said.

Nezu cleared his throat, stepping forward to address the group.

Nezu: Izuku Midoriya is not exaggerating. He is sponsoring this facility and, as such, has significant influence over its operations. I would advise you all to take his words seriously. This rehabilitation system is your last chance to reintegrate into society—or face the consequences of failing to do so.

His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that even the most hardened villain couldn't ignore. I wouldn't be able to stay this calm. Especially if I knew every little thing about them. Some were killers, others arsonists and some idiots... oh yeah, my idiot is in here too... but you can't basically chose family so meh.

Me: So, what's it gonna be, folks? Play nice and get with the program, or test my patience and see how far that gets you?

Shigaraki's eyes were locked on mine, his lips curling into a snarl. But even he seemed to understand the position he was in.

Me: Good talk.

I pushed off the wall, turning to leave.

Me: Nezu, keep an eye on them for me, will you? I've got some other business to attend to....I a still a student as well. Oh, and don't let them get too comfortable.

Nezu: Of course, Izuku. You can trust that I'll ensure everything runs smoothly.

As I walked out, I could feel their eyes boring into my back, but none of them dared to speak. They knew the score now. I wasn't just some rich kid with a big mouth—I was the one holding all the cards. And I'd made damn sure they knew it.

As the heavy doors of the rehabilitation facility closed behind me, I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. Everything was falling into place. The villains were now under my thumb, Nezu was on board with the program and also my pawn now, and I had more power than ever before. But there was still work to be done.

I stepped into the sleek black car waiting for me outside, the engine purring softly. The driver, one of our trusted men, nodded at me as I slid into the back seat. I pulled out my phone, dialing my father's number. It rang only once before he picked up.

All for One: Izuku. How did it go?

Me: As expected. They're all scared shitless. Nezu and I laid it out for them—this rehab center is ours and Nezu is now offically my pawn. Besides They step out of line, and they're done.

All for One chuckled, a sound that always sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who heard it. But not me. I was used to it by now.

All for One: Excellent. You've done well, my son. But remember, this is only the beginning. There's still much to do.

Me: I know, Dad. Don't worry, I've got everything under control.

All for One: I'm proud of you, Izuku. You're proving to be more capable than even I imagined.

The line went silent for a moment, and I knew he was thinking ahead, just like I was. There was always another move to make, another piece to position on the board.

Me: What's next?

All for One: We wait. Let the heroes think they've won. Let them get comfortable. Then we strike, and this time, there will be no mercy..... but before that you should get your hero license and buy them all off. Show them how much money and our pride and mind can do!

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.

Me: Understood. I'll be ready for everything that the future might throw at me.

As the car sped through the city, I glanced out the window, watching the skyline pass by. The world was ours for the taking. All we had to do was reach out and grab it.

But for now, I could afford to take a moment to relax. The villains were subdued, the heroes were none the wiser, and I was in control. I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new opportunities. But tonight, I could rest easy knowing that everything was going according to plan.

And soon, very soon, the world would see just how powerful the Midoriya family truly was.

~~END of part 1.... more in part 2: Money is in charge, bitch~~

A/N: Thanks for reading this story and I hope you all enjoyed it as well.