The chain-link fence trembled as something enormous vaulted over it, landing with a dull thud in the sand. The figure straightened—broad shoulders, a silhouette that seemed to swallow the moonlight—and brushed sand off his cargo pants with exaggerated care.

“Ah, sorry about that,” All Might’s voice boomed, though he lowered it halfway through, glancing toward the distant streetlights. “Forgot how loud fences can be.” His grin flashed, then faltered as he adjusted the straps of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “You, uh, didn’t tell anyone you were coming here, right?”

“Nope.”

All Might exhaled through his nose—half relief, half amusement—and tossed the duffel onto the damp sand. It landed with a muffled clank. "Good," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "Because what we're doing tonight?" His fist clenched, veins standing out along his forearm even in the low light. "It's gonna look real stupid if anyone sees it."