When I got home, I found myself all alone it was not until I went to the dining hall to finally meet my dad. Let's say......Dinner at home was usually a quiet affair, just me and my father enjoying whatever the chef had prepared...... Tonight, it was a particularly lavish spread—grilled fish, steamed vegetables, and a selection of delicate sauces that would impress any high-end restaurant critic. It was as if my father was rewarding me. Of course who was I to say no to this?! The food was good, as expected, and I was just starting to relax after a long day.

But then it happened.

I took a bite of the fish, savoring the rich, buttery flavor. But as I swallowed, something sharp caught in my throat. My eyes widened as I realized—a bone. A damn fish bone was lodged in my throat.

Me: ... 

What the hell...?

I started coughing, trying to dislodge it, but it wasn't budging. My father looked up from his meal, his expression immediately darkening.

All for One: Izuku?

I waved him off, still trying to cough up the bone. But it was no use. The damn thing was stuck, and the situation was quickly becoming more uncomfortable. I reached for my glass of water, downing it in one go, but the bone stayed put.

All for One: Enough.

He pressed a button on the side of the table, and within seconds, the butler appeared. His face was calm, but I could see the worry in his eyes as he looked between me and my father.

Butler: Yes, sir?

All for One: Get the chef. Now!

The butler nodded and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Meanwhile, I finally managed to cough up the bone, feeling it dislodge and hit the back of my throat before I spat it into a napkin.

Me: ....

Finally...

But the relief was short-lived. My father was still furious, and when the chef walked into the dining room, his face drained of color as he saw the look on my father's face.

Chef: Mr. Midoriya, sir, I—

All for One: Do you have any idea what you've done?

The chef dropped to his knees, bowing low until his forehead nearly touched the floor. My father threw him the bone he just picked up from the table which I had cought up.

Chef: Please, sir, I apologize. I don't know how that bone got past me. I'm so sorry.

My father's eyes were cold, and he stood up, towering over the trembling man.

All for One: You've endangered my son. Do you know what happens to those who make such careless mistakes?

The chef was practically sobbing now, his voice trembling.

Chef: Please, Mr. Midoriya, this is the best job I've ever had. I'll do anything to make it right. Please don't ruin me. My family... we depend on this job.

I watched the scene unfold, a part of me feeling a twinge of pity for the guy. My father didn't just intimidate people—he destroyed them. This chef's career would be over, his reputation in shambles, and he'd be lucky if he found work again.

All for One raised his foot, clearly ready to kick the man out of his sight—literally.

But before he could, I spoke up.

Me: Wait!

My father paused, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Me:  Accidents happen, and I'm fine now. But I think he should have a chance to redeem himself.

The chef looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. Little did he know that I was about to ask for quite a lot.

Chef: Thank you, young master. I'll do anything.

I smirked, already knowing exactly what I wanted.

Me: Make me my favorite dessert. You know the one—Mille-Feuille. But not just any Mille-Feuille. I want it perfect. Flaky, buttery layers, the right balance of cream and fruit, and it needs to be done tonight.

The chef's eyes widened. Mille-Feuille was notoriously difficult to make, and I was asking for it on short notice.

Chef: I—I'll do it, sir. I won't disappoint you.

Me: Good. Because if you mess this up... well, I'm sure you know what'll happen.

The chef nodded frantically and scrambled back to the kitchen. My father watched him go, then turned to me.

All for One: You're being too kind, Izuku. He should be gone.

I shrugged, taking another sip of water.

Me:"Maybe. But let's see if he can handle the pressure. If he can't even make a simple dessert, then we'll know for sure if he deserves to stay or not and if he is worth the money.

My father nodded, a small, approving smile on his face.

All for One: You've got your mother's sense of fairness. But remember, kindness is a luxury, not a necessity and in my line of work it is noneexistant. People are replaceable.

I nodded, watching as the chef frantically worked in the open kitchen, knowing this was his last chance. If he failed, there would be no more second chances.

But that wasn't my problem. I was more interested in seeing if he could pull it off. After all, the best chefs can handle pressure—just like the best businessmen, heroes, and... well, villains.

BEsides.... let me tell you one thing.... this man pulled it of and it was so delicious that I was on drugs for sure. I don't know what he put in there but I was on cloud nine.