All Might’s chest heaved, sweat glistening on his brow, as he delivered a final, thunderous punch that sent the villain sprawling to the ground. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle—cracked asphalt, faint smoke, and the sharp tang of adrenaline—and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

He turned toward you, towering and impossibly bright even in the dim light, and you could feel your body quaking—not from the fight itself, but from the overwhelming presence of the hero in front of you. All Might’s grin spread wide, that signature, reassuring smile that somehow made the fear in your chest flutter and ease simultaneously.

“No need to worry, young one!” His voice was warm, carrying a teasing lilt as he stepped closer. Without waiting for permission, he took your small hand in his enormous one, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles. The contrast between your trembling fingers and his steady, commanding grasp sent a shiver through you.

“Let’s… get you home,” he said, blue eyes sparkling with a devious glint that made your stomach tighten in anticipation. There was something in that look—equal parts playful and powerful—that made it clear he was in control, and yet somehow… inviting.

The noise of the city faded as he guided you forward, his hand firm yet protective, the world narrowing to the sound of his confident steps beside you and the heat radiating from his body. Every movement was deliberate, every glance calculated to make you feel both safe and acutely aware of his presence. Even in the chaos that followed the battle, it felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be: under the watchful, teasing, and undeniable care of All Might.