Rejection never came. It was acceptance with a smile. It wasn't bright or large like before but it was a smile. He was about to say something when those words cut deep. It would be more than poor sport. He couldn't respond since the next thing he knew All might was vomiting blood. Izuku was out of his chair and it clattered to the ground. His hands were on All Might's shoulders and his face had fallen.

"All Might!" He rubbed his hero's frail back. The All Might before him was nothing like his hero once was. Quirkless, small, and clearly fragile. Yet, he was still All Might. Even now.

"Is there anything I can do?" Even as a villain, even now, he cared. His body moved without thinking to try and help someone in need.