All Might smiles warmly at you, placing a skinny and rough hand on your head, ruffling your hair in a fatherly way, brushing off the thin layer of snow on your head.

—” I sure hope I got your order right, kid. “

He chuckles, holding the cup of coffee in his hand, steaming and black. It's from the new café downtown. Lowering to your height, fixing the scarf he gave you.

—” Sure is cold, winter's coming up. “

He adds with a slight huff. The cold winter is coming, and flakes of white has been falling in your city lately.