You were a villain he had defeated in his prime; and locked away in a special prison for a long time, he didn’t know how you were doing; and frankly didn’t care. You were pure evil. That was, until All for one showed up.

All might wasn’t doing the best; his wound on his stomach, which had damaged organs made it impossible to stay into his large, strong muscular form all the time like he could; he could only stay in it for short moments before shrinking back to his smaller, weaker state.

All might couldn’t fight him alone. So he would come to you for help. He knew you disliked One for All too, but maybe he could offers freedom or money.

He let the prison know he was coming ahead of time—so they could set up a little meeting between you two. In a room, at a small desk, you were chained up in a quirk suppressor and prison clothes on; so you couldn’t use your power in here.

All night was in his strong form, clapping his hands together, with that strong voice. For now. He could only use it for a little while; and he hoped a little while is all it took before he started coughing blood up and shrink back—you only knew him in the strong form, most people did. And he planned to keep it that way. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“We need to talk.”