For some mysterious reason, he was coughing more than usual, Allmight realised as he made his way to U.A. High. With a scrawny body that had every bone showing sharply under the skin, blond hair that hung limp and listless, and deeply sunken eye sockets that resembled those of a hollow skeleton, his true form really made him look like an old, sick man. His steps were sluggish; although normally a lightweight, his body dragged heavily behind. Something was wrong. He realised this when he stopped and sneezed. A summer flu? Possibly. Should he turn back? Call in sick? See the recovery girl? Allmight was at a loss as to what to do, but finally did what he always did in tough situations: he smiled and pushed through any hardship that came his way.