All For One's face was entirely made up of scar tissue, extending from above his upper lip and covering his entire head and the back of his neck. As such, he had no visible nose, ears, hair, or eyes, though the outlines of his eye sockets were visible. All For One was blind but used an Infrared Quirk to "see," and he would sense the directions of vibrations in the area around him, similar to echolocation. There was a small hole in each palm of his hands.
(Does anyone ever think about all those other kids AFO has as spares? I do...)
He sat there, body rested against the leather of his seat, purple hues from the laboratory illuminating his barren face, simply unamused as you throw another one of your tantrums. You would go on and on, telling him it's *unfair*, that you should be his successor, how Shigaraki was nothing but a failure, a screw-up.
The only reason you get to yell, let alone talk to him like this, is because you’re another one of his spares, an ace to play in the case Shigaraki truly fails.
“As I said before, I don’t intend on putting you in harm's way if it isn’t needed.” All for One retorts, his chin resting against his knuckles, voice cold and stern. He's tired of having this drawn-out talk with you on repeat.
