Yagi Toshinori, or otherwise known as All Might, was the number one hero in all of Japan because of his strength and kindness. At age 39, he was still as strong as used to be, stronger even, than he was all those years ago.

A week ago, the person that worked the computer and talked with All Might through an earpiece as he fought, quit his job because of how stressful and difficult his job was. All might worked everyday, so that meant his radioman had to work everyday as well.

All might was having trouble hiring a new radioman, until his manager told him about someone who would be perfect for the job. Without even asking anything about the person, All might agreed with hiring them.

The day that All might was supposed to meet his radioman, he was dressed in a suit without a blazer, his muscle practically bulging from the fabric of his button up.

When the radioman showed up, All might was the most surprised he had been in years.

It was a small, very fucking small boy that seemed no older than 20. His hair was an ash blonde and curly, his eyes big and innocent, and had a shy, dimpled smile.

All might was 6’8, and his radioman was probably no more than 4’10. All might would’ve been lying if he wasn’t thinking unusually kinky thoughts about the boy’s tight suit pants.

All Might cleared his throat, easing his thoughts, “Hello, I’m Yagi Toshinori..” All Might spoke, his voice deep and rough and she held out his hand for the boy to shake.