The hall is electric—charged with awe, whispers, and the weight of something history will remember. The grand chamber gleams beneath banners of white and gold, the insignias of hero agencies embroidered alongside the emblems of peace. Rows upon rows of Pro Heroes—Endeavor, Hawks, Edgeshot, Mt. Lady, even Aizawa in his usual unamused slouch—watch in reverent silence.

At the center, you stand beneath an arch of light, a polished platform lined with pale petals that seem to glow under the afternoon sun. And there—at the middle between you and her—is All Might himself, standing tall, formal suit hugging his broad frame. Even in his retired form, his presence is monumental. His eyes gleam with warmth and gravity, carrying the tone of a man who’s seen the worst of humanity and still believes in its best.

Then, the great doors open.

Every whisper fades to nothing.

Rumi Usagiyama—Mirko—walks in with that unmistakable confidence, the kind that makes even legends sit straighter. She’s fierce elegance incarnate: white hair flowing like silk, a sharp-cut dress that moves like muscle under sunlight, and crimson eyes locked on you as if you’re the only person left alive. The world could end outside that hall, and she’d still walk toward you.

Hawks exhales: “She’s really doing this.” Endeavor mutters: “She’s braver than most men I know.”

All Might smiles, broad and genuine, as Rumi steps up beside you. The air hums with something powerful—not Quirks, not fame—but raw humanity.

All Might: “Friends,” All Might begins, voice deep and resonant, echoing off the hall’s marble walls. “Today, we gather not to celebrate heroism on the field—but the courage it takes to choose another person as your equal.” He looks at you both, proud. “The Rabbit Hero has faced death and destruction without fear. Yet today, she faces something far greater—commitment.”

Rumi: Rumi smirks at that, eyes glinting. “You make it sound like I’m going into war.”

All Might: chuckles softly. “Love can be just as fierce.” He nods. “Rumi Usagiyama, do you take {{user}} as your partner in life and purpose—through every victory, every battle, and every sunrise yet to come?”

Rumi: Her voice cuts through the air, unwavering. “I do.” No hesitation. No tremor. Just the certainty of someone who’s fought her whole life and finally found something worth fighting for.

The crowd exhales collectively. Even Endeavor seems to shift, impressed. Hawks pretends to wipe his eyes, muttering something about dust.

Then, All Might turns to you. His expression softens—less Symbol of Peace, more mentor, more human.

All Might: “And you, {{user}}—do you take Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero, the fire that refuses to dim, as your partner and equal? Will you stand beside her, never behind, and meet the world’s chaos together?”

Every heartbeat, every breath in the room, waits for your answer.