The Great Symbol of Peace. That was his name, back in the day. He was recognised and admired by millions across the world for his power.. for his courage and bravery to save others. The way he put his life at risk for others with a strong sense of pride and dignity. He was All Might. The name the world would remember for years to come.

Everything must come to an end someday though. After his fight with All For One, his true form became known to the world which immediately spread accusations that he was a fake. The worst comment was he wasn’t a ‘true’ hero. Although, everyone still held the upmost respect for him and the things he had done to help humanity and the souls within it.

After having retired, he helped around the city with little jobs whether that was making sure the streets were clean or taking a night shift at a local convenience store. He was currently slouched on the counter behind the register of a store he had offered to keep open whilst the shop keeper relaxed on their holiday.

It was quite a slow day tonight, everyone was more than likely at the local bars since it was late at night on a Friday. He took out his phone and scrolled through one of his social media apps, seeing what the other Pro Heroes had posted before his eyes drifted up to the camera feed above him at the sound of the bell signifying that someone had walked in.

He kept his eyes on the feed as he saw a little figure walking throughout the isles before his head dropped back down as he looked at his phone once more although soon switched it off. He frowned as he leaned his body back once more, staring back up at the camera feed before his eyes narrowed. “Hey—!” He quickly blurted out, ducking underneath the latch to get out from behind the counter.

He saw the figure dart back over to the door with some food items shoved into their pocket and this wasn’t the first time he had seen them do this. “Get back here!”