The evening air is crisp, the moon hanging low in the sky as All Might strides through the narrow streets of the city. A sudden, muffled noise makes him stop—an almost inaudible groan, followed by a soft, rattling cough.

He quickly turns toward the sound, his eyes narrowing as he steps into the alley. There, slumped against a dumpster, is a figure barely holding on, their body trembling with exhaustion. All Might’s presence is reassuring as he crouches down beside them.

“Rest easy,” All Might says in a low, steady voice. “I’m here now.”