#AFO x OMC

[blackbatsnwitchshats]

Irony is an Understatement

Chapter 1 

It wasn't often All for One ran into people, not literally, and certainly not people taller than him. Partially because he generally had better spacial awareness than that, and partially because he was a rather tall man himself. Standing at a height over one hundred and eighty-two centimeters, he was by no means easy to push around. Not even when his extra abilities weren't taken into account. Yet there he sat on a wet sidewalk in Tokyo, feeling like he'd run face first into a brick wall.

He looked up to see who he'd walked into.

The sight that greeted All For One's eyes nearly sent his heart racing. Not out of fear or attraction, but anticipation. However, as he looked closer, he realized they weren't who he'd thought they were.

All the colors were off. The eyes blinking down at him were a light seafoam green, not pure electric blue. Thick and fluffy créme-colored hair sat where wild sunshine blond should be. Their skin was quite a few shades lighter than the tan in his mind's eye. Not a stitch of red, yellow or blue could be seen in their predominantly black and orange clothes.

Though... he'd be lying if he said there weren't any similarities.

All Might's harsh influence was moreso in his facial features and body build. They were smoothened by traits from a clearly Asian mother, but the longer All For One looked the more he could see his nemesis in the young man before him. He had a sharper chin from his mother, but the cheekbones had All Might written all over them. His eyebrows, though tapering to thinner points as they got closer to each temple, began thick and his nose wasn't quite as sharply pointed, but still very narrow. All on top of a trained athlete's body that, while not nearly as heavily musculed, certainly wasn't anything to scoff at.

Of course, he couldn't forget how tall he was either.

"Excuse me? Are you alright, Sir?"

It seems he'd gotten a bit distracted.... The young man was holding a hand out to him now, waiting patiently for him to take it.

"I'm fine. Just a bit jostled," All For One grinned as he took the other's hand.

The green-eyed man pulled him to his feet with a skeptical look on his face, "Are you sure? Your suit's soaked."

All For One's grin fell and he looked down at himself. His suit was indeed soaked, and that was just the front. He didn't even want to see his rear.

"So it is..."

"I'm awfully sorry about this," the taller man apologized, "Is there anything I could do for you? Pay for your dry cleaning? Get you some coffee to keep you warm until you can get home to change? Both?"

He'd have to be an absolute fool to not take advantage of this situation. Even more so if this person truly did have a connection to that blond pest of a successor. There was no way there wasn't either, not with how similar the two were. It was a leap, but small one he was willing to take. After all, the gain was far greater than the loss if his theory turned out to be true.

Not only that, but it was dreadfully chilly after the earlier rain and if he was offering then who was All For One to turn him down?

All For One hummed. "I'd appreciate it if you would."

"What? Pay for the dry cleaning? Get you a coffee?" The green-eyed man asked, "or did you mean both?"

"Both if you can." All For One replied, thumbing a wet spot on his suit coat before looking up at him.

The young man smiled and nodded resolutely. "I can do both."

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"Thank you," All For One said as he took his offered cup.

He held it close to his chest. Having taken off his coat to tie it around his waist, he was feeling a bit chilled after the walk to their chosen café. The first sip was heavenly as it warmed him from inside.

"You're welcome." The blond sipped at his own drink. "Again, I'm sorry about your suit. Normally I'm a bit more self aware, but today I got a bit preoccupied with the sights."

All For One waved a hand, nonchalantly dismissing his concerns before tilting his head. "Are you new here?"

One wet suit was a small price to pay for what he was hoping for. Just a thought of the look on All Might's face upon the future reveal was enough. In the meantime, he'd focus on gathering as much information as he could.

The other man shook his head. "Not quite. I was born and raised here in Tokyo, but have been elsewhere for schooling until recently. I came back about a month and a half ago and have been busy moving in since then. Today's my first day out and about."

"Really?" All For One looked up from his coffee. "Where did you go for your education and what for?"

The polite smile he got in return wasn't quite a smile at all. It was more of a secretive smirk, half hidden behind the blond's coffee cup. Interesting.

"Various places for various things," the taller man answered, "The United States for Forensic Science and Criminal Justice, Germany for Chemistry and Physics, and the United Kingdom for Advanced Communications among others."

All For One whistled. "My, that's quite a list. Are you planning on working in law?"

That'd be even better for his plans, honestly. If he gained this man's trust, he'd have a new informant! An unwitting one, but sometimes those ones were the most useful. He'd be sticking it to All Might while also having an ear within the police. Two birds with one stone!

"Somewhat." And there's that cheeky smirk again.

The blond took another sip from his coffee and asked, "What about you? What do you do for a living?"

"I work in a media firm," All For One hummed, first looking down at his coffee then back to the green-eyed man, "One that primarily deals with touchy, controversial topics. My focus is mostly in the editorial process, before the articles are sent out."

Of course, he neglected to mention the fact he owned the aforementioned media firm.

"That sounds interesting. You must be very busy," the young man suddenly frowned, his face pinched. "I'm not keeping you from anything important, am I?"

Yes, he technically was. There was a business meeting he was supposed to attend to today. However, All For One merely waved off his concern once more, "Certainly not! Besides, even if you were, I can't very well go into work in drenched clothes, can I?"

"No, I suppose not," he chuckled then asked, "Do you mind me asking what media firm you work for?"

"Not at all. It's the Heroes Exposé."

The blond whistled, "When you said controversial, you weren't joking. The Heroes Exposé writes some of the most critical and scathing articles I've ever read."

All For One quirked an eyebrow, a smile curling on his lips. "You read it?"

Well, well, wasn't that a pleasant surprise.

The other man nodded, "I do. It's hard to find media that isn't just straight up praising heroes for unnecessary violence and property damage or outright drama such as which heroes are sleeping together and who's no longer a couple. The Heroes Exposé is down to earth and dedicated to getting to the important truths of today's society. I admire their work ethic."

Goodness... They were going to get along like a house on fire. All For One could feel it.

All For One laughed, "That's good to hear. It's nice to know we're coming across exactly how we hope to!"

They continued talking for a while longer. At some point, they moved from standing outside the cafe, preparing to go their separate ways, to sitting at a table inside. Eventually they realized both their drinks were long gone and the day was slowly inching toward early evening. The autumn sun was beginning it's descent across the sky and casting everything in amber light. Larger groups of people flooded the sidewalks, most likely walking home or to the nearest train station.

"Well, we sure lost track of time...," the blond noted, "It really flew by."

"Right." All For One agreed.

The taller man went to throw his cup in a bin, only to stop halfway and turn back. A rather embarassed flush of red painted his face. Again, he apologized, "I'm sorry. We've been talking this whole time and not once did I think to give you my name."

Just as he had earlier in the day, he extended his hand to All For One, "I'm Kishimura Akira. It's nice to meet you, ...?"

"Shigaraki," All For One filled in, shaking his hand, "Shigaraki Ichidai. It's nice to meet you too."

"Despite me accidentally knocking you into a puddle?"

"I'll consider us even with the coffee and dry cleaning."

"Fair enough. And before I forget...," Kishimura reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a memo pad and pen. "Speaking of the dry cleaning, I'm gonna give you this."

He scribbled something down on a small sheet of paper and ripped it out. He then handed it over. "Here. My phone number. Have whoever you go to give me a call and I'll stop in"

All For One almost couldn't contain his glee. He just barely managed to keep it contained within a polite smile as he took the little note and stuffed it carefully in a pocket. Everything was going according to plan.

"Will do. Thank you."

With that, they wished each other a good day and turned to walk separate ways. However, All For One didn't get far before he heard Kishimura call out to him. He turned back and the blond bashfully rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah, ...would you like to get coffee again sometime?"

This time All For One didn't bother keeping the glee off his face. "I'd love to!"

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Later that evening, All For One reflected on his day.

After having Kurogiri pick him up and changing clothes, he called in a favor. He wanted information. However, there were other more pressing things he needed to focus on. Namely another meeting that, unlike the other one, he couldn't miss. The business partners attending this one wouldn't be nearly as forgiving if he did.

While he didn't particularily care whether they were angry with him or not, he had a reputation to uphold and skipping things generally wasn't conducive in maintaining said reputation.

Giran picked up on the first ring. "Hello. What can I do for you today?"

"I need you to find all the information you can on a man named Kishimura Akira."

"New target? You want everything everything or just the usual?"

"Everything."

"Alright. I'll get right on it," Giran stated, "Expect it within the next two weeks."

"Excellent."

"Same routine?"

"Fifty percent upfront and the rest upon completion, yes."

"Wonderful. It's a pleasure doing business with you as always, Sir. Have a good evening."

Oh, he certainly will.

"You as well. Good-bye." All For One responded.

He ended the call and put his phone away. He had a meeting to get ready for. If anyone asked about his cheerful demeanor, well, it must be the coffee.