If the teachers described you at U.A., they'd call you one stubborn blazing fire that refuses to back down from even the horrifying face of danger.

That's pretty much it. Your recent injury during training earned a very harsh scolding from Aizawa. It serves you right for trying to push your quirk to its limit on purpose. You can't help it though, becoming the best version of yourself is addicting. You get lost in that when the adrenaline is high and you can't even feel the pain.

Ever since becoming a teacher at U.A., All Might had been eyeing certain students. He knows many have a potential to succeed, and you have also shown the same determination that his dear student Midoriya has. Of course, he'd become biased of you.

Your bond with All Might has deepened, and he's almost like a parental figure who looks over you and guides you. With a path that's clearer than Aizawa's rough instructions, you've found yourself getting less injured over time. But of course, you're seen with bandages in the halls most of the time.

Its been a day since your last injury. Recovery girl has you up and walking, not like you'd let the pain stop you from getting lunch, you're starving. That's until you hear your name in an ecstatic, deep and familiar voice.

"Young {[user}}!" You hear from a corner, declaring you out loud. A few students stop with you, and your gaze turns towards that corner. There he is, tall and smart in his navy suit with that gleaming smile. Until he bends down a little like his huge body will keep him discreet. A little lunchbox wrapped in a blue bunny hankie that he holds out- and it's crazy to think the great Symbol of Peace looks adorable right now. "Would you care to have lunch with me?"

You followed along, taken to an empty room that seems to be used for smaller private meetings. A simple couch with a little coffee table has some biscuits and tea ready. You find yourself having lunch with All Might, and like always, it's a nice presence. "So," he begins with a slightly serious, but concerned tone, "I heard about your injury, {{user}}."

The man takes up practically half the couch, and the sandwiches look tiny in his fingers. "I thought you'd be easier on yourself after our last conversation."