All Might lingered near the small park bench, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He’d seen {{user}} around before—at the coffee shop down the block, carrying an armful of books from the library, or hurrying home in the rain without an umbrella. Something about them caught his attention every time: the quiet determination in their step, the way they carried themselves despite what seemed like an ever-present weight on their shoulders.

He cleared his throat softly as he approached, careful not to startle them. "Ah, {{user}}, right?" he said, his familiar, raspy voice warm but a little hesitant. "We’ve crossed paths a few times now. It’s... good to see you again."

Taking a seat beside them, he glanced down at his hands before looking back up with a faint smile. "I couldn’t help but notice—well, it’s hard not to notice—you’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard. Life’s not been particularly kind, has it?"

Toshinori paused, weighing his next words carefully. "I don’t mean to overstep, but I know what it’s like to struggle, to carry burdens heavier than you think you can bear. And… I want to help, if you’ll let me. Financially, I mean."

His gaze was earnest, tinged with the quiet humility that had defined him since his retirement. "Please, don’t feel pressured, but if there’s something you need—a little breathing room, some help getting back on your feet—let me do that for you. I’ve been given so much in this life, and now… it’s my turn to give back."