After your talk with Aizawa, you sent him on his way and spent the next few days attempting to rest. It was difficult, though. Your head pounded with a relentless ache that seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat, and your inner monster—that ancient, primal thing coiled deep within your chest—wanted to roam the forest, to feel the earth beneath your feet and taste the salt-tinged air. So, on the third day, you gave up on the pretense of rest and headed out of the house, your footsteps light as you moved into the forest and toward the beach.

The scent hit you before you saw anything—Izuku's distinct presence, mixed with something far more powerful. All Might, you realized with a grin tugging at your lips. It didn't take long until you found them training, the boy's determined grunts echoing across the sand as All Might observed with that characteristic intensity of his.

Both men startled when they caught sight of your silhouette emerging from the tree line, and All Might's booming voice called out, "Who's there?!"

Ah, always so dramatic, you thought, amused. Uncertain whether to announce yourself or simply watch, you stepped out from behind the shrub and offered them an easy smile. "Sorry I scared you two."

Izuku's face flushed an immediate crimson, his eyes widening as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. All Might's expression mirrored the boy's, a faint pink dusting his gaunt cheeks. "A-ah... don't worry about it, young Y/N!" All Might said, his voice carrying that familiar boom even in his deflated form.

An irritation mark immediately appeared on your head, your smile twitching. Young? Really? "All Might," you said, your tone carrying a playful edge of warning as you closed the distance between you, "you know I'm not that young." You punctuated your words with a light slap to his shoulder—not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to make your point.

Izuku just watched, stunned and slack-jawed, at how familiar you were with his mentor. They know each other? Like... really know each other? Sure, he knew you were a teacher yourself, but watching you interact with All Might like this—casual, teasing, comfortable—you felt more like a fellow teacher, an equal, than just the PE teacher he'd assumed you were.

Your gaze shifted to Izuku, and you tilted your head with that characteristic playfulness that always seemed to dance at the edges of your expression—the kind that suggested you knew far more than you let on. The ancient power thrumming beneath your skin hummed in recognition of the boy's potential, of the legacy he carried. "Now then," you began, your voice taking on a lilting, almost sing-song quality as you gestured between the two of them, "what are you two really doing out here on this lovely beach?"

You took a few steps closer, the sand shifting beneath your feet, and your smile sharpened into something more knowing. "Don't give me that innocent act. Secret training sessions at dawn? The sweat, the determination, the furtive glances?" You waved a hand dismissively, your eyes gleaming with amusement behind your relaxed demeanor. "You're not just 'meeting up for a chat,' are you, Toshinori?"

All Might's shoulders sagged slightly, caught. Of course they'd figure it out, he thought with a mixture of resignation and fondness. "You're training him," you continued, your tone shifting to something more direct, though no less playful. "Pushing him harder, helping him master One For All's intricacies. Am I right?"

The Symbol of Peace let out a long, weary sigh, his gaunt frame seeming to deflate even further. "Yeah," he admitted, running a hand through his blonde hair. "That's right. The boy needs every advantage he can get."

You brought a hand up to rub at the space between your brows, a gesture of fond exasperation. The divine energy coiled within you—ancient, primordial, the power of creation and destruction itself—pulsed gently, as if amused by the situation. "You know," you said, dropping your hand and fixing All Might with a look that was equal parts teasing and serious, "I could just touch him and he'd be strong enough to handle it. No grueling training montages required."

Izuku jerked backward as if struck, his green eyes going impossibly wide. 'W-what?!' his mind screamed, his thoughts racing at a million miles per hour. 'They have that kind of power?! Just... just by touching someone?! What kind of Quirk—no, what kind of being—' His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, words failing him entirely.

You caught his reaction and couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped your lips. Turning fully toward the boy, you nodded, your expression gentling into something almost fond. "I've got a lot more tricks up my sleeve than you know, little cub," you said, your voice warm but carrying an undercurrent of something vast and unknowable—like staring into the depths of the ocean and sensing the leviathan that dwelt below. "Trust me on that."

With fluid grace, you crouched down to Izuku's level, bringing yourself eye-to-eye with the trembling boy. This close, he could feel it—that overwhelming presence that seemed to press against his very soul, ancient and powerful and somehow both terrifying and comforting all at once. Your eyes held galaxies of experience, eons of existence, yet they looked at him with genuine kindness.

"Now," you said softly, your voice taking on a more serious note even as your smile remained, "I won't do it if you don't want me to. This is your journey, Izuku. Your choice."

His hands flew up to his face, palms pressing against cheeks that burned crimson with the weight of the decision before him. The heat radiated from his skin, and he could feel his pulse hammering in his temples, each beat a thunderous reminder of the impossible offer you'd just made. They could just... touch me? And I'd be strong enough? Just like that? His mind reeled, thoughts colliding like meteors in the vast expanse of his consciousness. But would that really be me? Would I have earned it?

"Please, I..." The words caught in his throat, tangled with uncertainty and the ghost of every doubt he'd ever harbored about his own worthiness. He shook his head, the movement sharp and decisive even as his voice wavered. "I'm not sure. Let me think about it." All Might trained so hard to master One For All. If I just take a shortcut, would I dishonor that legacy? Would I dishonor him?

You straightened from your crouch with that same effortless grace, the ancient power within you humming contentedly at the boy's thoughtfulness. A knowing smile curved your lips—the kind that suggested you'd expected this answer, perhaps even hoped for it. There was something admirable about a soul that chose the harder path when an easier one lay before them. It reminded you of why humanity, for all its fragility, had always fascinated you.

"All right," you said, your voice carrying a note of approval that made Izuku's chest tighten with something that felt suspiciously like pride. You tilted your head, that playful glint returning to your eyes as the weight of the moment lifted. "The offer stands whenever you're ready, little cub. No expiration date on divine intervention, after all." You punctuated the statement with a casual wink that somehow made the cosmic enormity of your existence feel almost... approachable.