"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T SAVE YOUNG MIDORIYA NOW?" Bellowed an outraged All Might.

The sickly man sat across from his old partner. They were at a meeting with a bunch of Pro-heros. There were more than triple the number than last time, all wanting to locate and find the missing student. Nighteye was one of many who was invited.

But in the beginning of the meeting, after Nezu had begun introductions and All Might discussing the plan, Nighteye had made an offhand comment about never seeing Midoriya again.

"You will never be able to save him again." Nighteye looked at the upset All Might.

"W--what?" He was taken aback.

"He was quirkless. In a society where quirkless people are treated less than dirt. He was, assuming my guess is correct, told he could not be a hero and abused tremendously by people who had quirks. You gave him your quirk, did you not?"

Nighteye stared into the eyes of All Might. They two had had bad blood for a while now, but now it seemed more deadly.

"Uhm...ye--yes." Toshinori looked confused and saddened.

"You made a mistake--" Nighteye started explaining.

"But how did he make a mistake, Midoriya always tried hard to be a hero?" Hawks asked. He had seen the kid when the Sports Festival as well as in the crowd taking notes a few times during villain attacks.

"I did not. Let me explain."

Once again there was silence as Nighteye returned his calculating gaze to his old friend.

"You made the mistake of giving your quirk to the child. You told him that with said quirk, the kid has to take down a centuries old villain and the League of Villains. You pressured him to be the best he could be, however inspirational you tried to be, it backfired." There was a pause. "He was quirkless. Unaccepted in this society. And when he finally had a quirk, he tried very hard, and everyone accepted him. He trained to fight the villians you told him to. But then--" Nighteye folds his hand on the conference table and leans forward in the seat. All Might slid back into his own, looking at his lap, taking in the words. "--he lost the quirk. And he probably relieved the feeling of being quirkless once again. He had trained so hard only to lose his quirk, so what does he do? He decides to finish out the process and put himself in danger and kill the League and All for One."

Everyone was silent in the room, even Nezu.

Aizawa came forward. "Problem child probably won't be the same when we manage to get him back. He will need a lot of therapy and then strengthening before he can be the hero he has wanted all along."

He can still be a hero. But the problem will be seeing if he can realize that fact. The commission might put him through a rehabilitation program to make sure he is still given the okay to be a hero--though that might be hard since he has killed quite a few people.

"That's a lie. You all are telling yourselves petty lies. No he is not coming back. No he is not okay. You're right, it won't be the same when you get it back." Nighteye chose his words carefully, not wanting to risk accidently making the future worse than already. He didn't want to slip up, because his quirk seemed to be an unknown entity at the moment. He had seen two futures when he assigned Midoriya to his agency.

One was that Mirio got shot and that he got impaled. That was the future that the hero had prepared for. He had made his will ready and tried to get Mirio to change his costume to a more bulletproof material.

However that night, he had seen another vision telling him the rest of Midoriya's life. He saw the villains die. He saw how happy the villains were in their last moments, how Izuku had accepted them and whispered sweet nothings in their ears. He saw how much care the teen took in putting them comfortably into their beds. He saw how fast their deaths were. How relatively painless.

Midoriya was doing them a favor. An act of kindness. He was more open to them, more kind.

In a twisted way, the villains would have been better with him than dying by the hands of a hero who was trying to catch them.

But at the time, Nighteye thought it was a hideous nightmare. He didn't know his vision wouldn't be immediate. Or that the proclaimed dream would be reality. He was confused. So he pushed it away and later forgot about it.

He was upset. But he understood, too late, that Midoriya was going to be shot. He remembered the dream when it was too late. He remembered the dream after the League had been found.

"But how do you know this? How can we trust you're not lying to us?" Lock Rock jumped in with his signature pessimistic tone.

"I saw the future." Nighteye dismissed.

He slowly turned his head to Toshinori. Feeling his friend's gaze, Toshinori met the greenette's eyes.

Nighteye finished the sentence. "And I told you that Mirio should've been your successor."