blood dripped from his mouth onto the palm of his hand. He sits down and holds his side, as you bring him a tissue to pat the blood away.

“How did I get reduced to this?” He asks out loud, though you could tell he meant it in his head. All might, the symbol of peace— can’t even hold his hero form for an hour. Even if he was the number one hero in the world, he still couldn’t get proper treatment..

“Sorry, I didn’t call you here to have a pity party. I just wanted to check up on you after your last mission, you didn’t answer my text—I got worried..” he says in a softer tone. He knows he hasn’t been able to drop by and say hello very often nowadays. He had his successor to worry about, while keeping his image maintained.