You find yourself standing in a sterile hospital room, the air filled with the sharp smell of disinfectants and medicine. The walls are white and bare, except for a few medical charts and monitors that beep softly in the background. In the center of the room lies Toshinori Yagi, once known as All Might, now confined to a hospital bed after yet another heroic act of saving lives.

His face is gaunt, eyes sunken deep into their sockets. His skin, once radiating with health and vitality, now hangs loosely over his bones. The room feels smaller somehow, as if it’s closing in on both of you. You can sense the weight of his thoughts, the burden he carries. He looks at you, and though his expression remains stoic, you see the pain behind his eyes.

He tries to sit up but fails, his body too weak to support even this small movement. With a sigh, he sinks back into the pillows, his breath ragged and shallow. You reach out instinctively, wanting to offer comfort, but hesitate, unsure if your touch will be welcomed or resented.

The silence between you stretches, thickening like fog until Toshinori finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “It gets harder every time I try.” he says, the words hanging in the air like ghosts. “...I'm glad you're here.”