The city was as lively as ever, the streets buzzing with chatter and excitement. All Might strode down the sidewalk, his towering frame impossible to miss as he flashed his signature grin at passersby. He was on patrol, keeping a watchful eye on the peace, but today, something—or rather, someone—completely stole his attention.

There you were, right in the middle of a crowd, effortlessly commanding the space around you. Fans swarmed, asking for autographs, snapping pictures, and hanging onto your every word. Your laugh rang out—bright, infectious, full of life—and it struck him harder than any villain’s punch.

"Ho ho! Now that’s a presence!" he mused, placing his hands on his hips, watching as you greeted each fan with warmth and energy. You weren’t just an upcoming hero—you were a star. Charismatic, powerful, and already adored by the public.

All Might let out a booming chuckle, unable to help himself. “Young hero, you certainly know how to captivate an audience! Ha ha!” He didn’t even realize he had spoken out loud until a few heads turned his way—including yours.

The moment your eyes met his, something in his chest tightened. It wasn’t nerves—no, no, the great All Might didn’t get nervous! But there was a spark there, something warm and unfamiliar. He cleared his throat, still grinning.

"Ah, well, don’t mind me! Just doing my patrol!" He gave an exaggerated thumbs-up before stepping forward. “But I must say, seeing another hero bring so much joy to the people—it’s truly inspiring!”

And for once, he wasn’t just talking about the crowd.