The second the bell rang, I bolted out of UA, ignoring the usual stares and whispers that followed me. My mind was racing too fast to care. As soon as I reached home, I headed straight for my room, locking the door behind me.

My custom-built computer hummed to life with a single tap. The screens blinked on, illuminating the darkened room with an eerie glow. My fingers moved with practiced precision over the keyboard, bypassing UA's security systems like they were nothing more than cheap locks on a candy store door.

"This better not just be a wild guess," I muttered to myself, scanning through encrypted files and reports. "Come on, Nezu. Show me what you're up to."

It didn't take long to find what I was looking for. A series of internal memos and plans, buried deep within the system, confirmed my suspicions.

Nezu wasn't just planning any old event. He was orchestrating a massive showcase that would involve not only the hero course but also the students in the villain rehabilitation program. A kind of sports festival, but far more complex, designed to put everyone's strengths—and weaknesses—on display for the world to see.

"Of course," I whispered, leaning back in my chair. My heart raced as the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place.

The memo explicitly mentioned Chimera, one of the students in the program. I'd read Chimera's file before—an experiment gone horribly wrong, turned into something unrecognizable by the people who should've protected him. His entire life had been a series of struggles against discrimination and fear.

This wasn't just about showcasing strength. It was about proving something deeper. Nezu wanted to show that these so-called "villains" weren't so different from the heroes in training. That they deserved a place in society.

"It makes sense," I murmured, a grin spreading across my face.

If this worked, it would shift the narrative. It would force people to confront their biases and reevaluate what it meant to be a hero—or a villain.

But Nezu's plan was just the foundation. I could build something even greater on top of it.

I shot out of my chair, practically vibrating with excitement. There was only one person who'd understand what I was about to say.

My father was waiting in the sitting room, his usual calm and composed self, sipping tea as if he had all the time in the world. His crimson eyes flicked up when I burst into the room.

"Izuku," he said smoothly, setting his cup down. "You seem...exhilarated. Care to explain?"

"I was right!" I exclaimed, barely able to contain myself. "Nezu's planning a massive event. He's going to pit the hero course against the villain rehab program in front of the entire world!"

All for One raised a brow, his lips curving into a small smile. "Interesting. And what do you plan to do with this information, my son?"

"I'm going to take over," I said confidently.

He chuckled, low and rumbling. "Take over? Do elaborate."

I began pacing, gesturing wildly as I spoke. "Don't you see? If this works, it'll be the first step toward changing society. I can shape the next generation of heroes—mold them into what I want them to be. And with the program under my control, I can make sure the villains in rehab become just as influential."

"And then?" he asked, his tone encouraging.

"And then," I continued, "I'll pay off the Hero Commission. I'll buy out every politician and agency that thinks they run the system. I'll still have my ties to the black market and the underworld. I'll know everything, control everything. Heroes, villains, the entire society—it'll all answer to me."

All for One leaned back, studying me with a mixture of pride and curiosity. "Ambitious, as always. But can you truly pull this off?"

I stopped pacing, meeting his gaze head-on. "I can. Because I understand people better than they understand themselves. Heroes only see the surface. Villains lash out because they've been pushed to the edge. But me? I see the cracks in the system, and I know exactly where to apply pressure."

He nodded slowly, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Very well. You have my support. But remember, Izuku—power is not just about control. It's about understanding when to let go and when to tighten your grip."

"I know," I said firmly.

He stood, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Good. Now, tell me—what's your first step?"

I grinned, already formulating a plan in my mind. "I'm going to make sure the League is ready. They're going to be the highlight of Nezu's event, whether they like it or not. And if they succeed, it'll prove that the program works better than anyone expected."

"And if they fail?"

"They won't," I said, my voice leaving no room for doubt. "Because I'll make sure they don't."

All for One's laughter filled the room, deep and resonant. "You truly are my son, Izuku."

I smiled, the weight of my plans settling on my shoulders. If Nezu wanted a show, I'd give him one. But it wouldn't just be about heroes and villains. It would be about rewriting the rules entirely—and I'd be the one holding the pen.