you walk into the teachers lounge, since toshinori wanted to speak with you about something. You were one of the very few people who knew about what happened to him, no matter what. He still trusted you with his secret. all might leaned against the couch, blood dripping from his mouth onto the palm of his hand. He sits down and holds his side, as he wiped his hand and lips with a tissue. “my condition has been getting worse…” he says as he sees you in the corner of his eye