"You said that a lot better than I could've." All Might said, still in mild shock.
Khan smiled politely. "Doubt it, sir. But thank you."
"No, really," All Might said, shaking his head. "I've been trying to find the words. Trying to think of how to tell him that. That he's still worthy. Still brave. Still... everything I saw in him from the start."
Khan gave a nod, eyes soft. Played the part of the quietly wise counselor who just wanted to help.
All Might leaned back in the chair. Looked smaller now. Not physically, guy was still built like a truck with a protein fetish, but emotionally deflated. Less Symbol, more man.
"I thought I could guide him," he muttered. "I thought... if I gave him what I couldn't give anyone else, he'd rise with it. But..."
"He fell?"
"He's drowning in it."
Khan tilted his head. "Then maybe he doesn't need to swim yet. Maybe he needs to just know he's not alone in the water."
All Might looked up.
Another flicker in those eyes. The kind people wrote books about. Inspiration. Recognition. Fucking hope.
Khan smiled. Again. The kind of smile that said I understand pain, too, while hiding the part of him already tasting leverage.
"Thank you," All Might said. Real. "You've helped more than you know."
Khan waved it off. "You've got a lot on your plate. Everyone forgets the Symbol still needs support sometimes."
All Might laughed.
He stood. Reached out, that massive hand extended. Khan stood too, took it with both hand.
"I'm glad you're here," All Might said. "Students need staff like you."
Khan nodded, face both honored and humble. "Happy to serve, sir."
All Might looked at him a little longer than polite.
"What's your Quirk, Khan?" he asked, after a silence. "I'll be honest, your worldview's a bit... unexpected. Not many people with your perspective choose to sit behind a desk."
Khan smiled, putting up a painful smile.
"Maybe it's because I don't have a Quirk that I see it clearer, sir," he said.
All Might stared, surprised.
"No Quirk?" he said, slower this time.
"I help with what I've got," Khan said. "Just like everyone else."
That landed harder than anything he could've flexed. The world's biggest symbol of peace staring down a man who looked average on a census form and still had the audacity to be here.
All Might nodded, then stopped.
"You've got presence," he said. "More than most of the powered staff."
Khan shrugged. "Some of us had to build that from scratch."
All Might didn't argue.
"Well," he said, standing. "I've taken enough of your time."
Khan nodded. "Happy to listen. Sometimes that's all people need."
All Might paused in the doorway, hand resting against the frame.
Then left.
Khan grinned. Could he force Midoriya into a vigilante phase early? Probably. Could he get the idiot killed in a back alley mugging that didn't make the news? Even easier. But that wasn't the real win.
Convincing him to give up One For All? To hand it over?
Now that... that was the kind of canon shift that'd make the System squirt. A goddamn rewrite. The spine of the story snapped, chewed, and recycled into his dickprint.
Khan sat back in his chair, already hard, cock tenting his pants under the desk.
The thought of fucking the timeline this deep gave him a hard-on. Yeah. That was a full-body kink now. Some people got off on leather. Others on power. Khan popped wood imagining All Might's dumb golden-boy legacy ending with a whimper and a back-alley transfer request.
Would he come from it? Maybe. Probably. Who the fuck knew?
He adjusted himself under the desk and opened the folder again. Midoriya's file. Stamped General Education, Class 1-C. Khan almost laughed. He didn't even have to break the kid. Just needed him confused enough to hand over his one-shot at relevance and call it destiny.
"Boner for betrayal," he muttered under his breath. "Cool. Guess that's a thing now."
If he pulled this off, the System rewards would be biblical.
Canon-interference this deep wouldn't just unlock a new perk. This wasn't just "Change the story." This was "Steal the story. Rewrite the protagonist slot. Erase the old god."
[Quirk: One For All
Status: Multi-generational Energy Accumulation + Transfer Mechanic
Known Users: 8 (Incomplete)
Current Holder: Midoriya Izuku (Incomplete Activation)
Override Potential: High
System Integrity Note: Interaction with One For All may trigger unknown variables. Proceed at risk.
Transfer Method: Biological/Emotional Anchor
Consent Required
Current Bond State: Fragmented]
Consent. That was the catch. This wasn't a brute-force steal. Couldn't yank it out of his spine. Midoriya had to give it. Willingly.
Khan's grin sharpened.
That made it better. Made it hotter. The boy had to trust him. Had to believe in him. Probably while crying. Definitely while bleeding. Maybe after watching someone die and deciding the dream wasn't worth it. He could work with that.
Step one: get close. Enough that Midoriya saw him as the helpful adult. The invisible guide. The mentor he didn't get from All Might, because All Might was busy playing mascot and dying in public.
Let the boy stew. Let him panic. Let him try to train himself with a Quirk that blew out his bones every time he coughed at it.
He'd burn out. He'd hit a wall. Then he'd beg.
And Khan would be there.
He just had to make sure All Might died. Just the quiet rot of a symbol that stopped meaning anything. That thought nearly made him cum in his chair.
He picked up the phone, grinning so hard it stretched his damn face.
He dialed.
Three rings. Then a woman answered. Voice rougher than expected, cigarette rasp baked into the vocal cords.
"Bakugos."
Khan leaned back.
"Hi. This is Khan from UA. May I speak to Bakugo Mitsuki, please?"
She didn't answer right away. He heard her breathe in through her nose, loud, annoyed, probably already thinking her brat punched someone else through a wall.
"Mitsuki speaking. Is something wrong? Did something happen to Katsuki?"
Khan pitched his voice. Reassuring. He wasn't trying to flirt. Not yet at least.
"Everything's alright, Miss Bakugo. I'm the school counselor. Some staff and students reached out in concern about Bakugo's recent behavior. I wanted to invite you for a quick conversation, if you're available."
She was silent for a second. "...You mean the kid's being a little shit again."
Khan smiled. Careful not to let it into his tone. "He's doing well in the Hero Course. Physically. But emotionally, there's been some friction. He's... intense."
"Yeah, no shit," Mitsuki muttered. "He came out of me cussing. Told the doctor to go fuck himself before he even cut the cord."
Khan laughed. "I don't doubt that. But some of the behavior's starting to impact his peers. Nothing dangerous yet, just... something I'd like to get ahead of."
"So what, this a parent-teacher thing?"
"More casual than that," Khan said. "You don't need to bring anything. Just you, a conversation, and about twenty minutes of your time. I can make space in my schedule for later today, whatever works best for you."
She exhaled. "Shit. I'll beat that son of a bitch to the ground."
He waited. Let her finish.
"Fine," she said. "I'm free afternoon. But I ain't sitting through some lecture about how my son's got anger issues unless you're handing me a sedative."
"I don't do lectures," Khan replied. "I listen. That's the job."
She snorted. "Then I'll bring a bottle."
They hung up.
Khan stared at the phone for a moment, then tucked it back into his desk drawer.