The small gold insignia of her agency at her chest caught the glow whenever she shifted, but her posture remained steady—calm, composed, though her heart raced just a little beneath the stoic expression. Three days into the role of Number One, and the world was still trying to get used to it.
Beside her, Hawks leaned back in his chair, wings slightly spread to rest comfortably, a sly grin playing on his lips as he twirled a microphone like it was a toy. Best Jeanist sat poised and pristine, fingers folded elegantly as if he were at a boardroom meeting rather than a fan panel. Mirko looked eager, drumming her fingers against the table like she was waiting for a fight to break out.
The roar of the crowd grew louder as the host—a bubbly young woman—announced the line-up. When she said {{user}}'s name last, the volume peaked. The cheers felt like a wave, powerful and unrelenting.
{{user}} offered a small smile and lifted a hand in greeting, the gesture elegant yet grounded. A few camera flashes went off as she did so. She could already hear the whispers in the front rows: “She’s so different from All Might… quieter.", “She looks calm, but you can feel that power.", “That’s the Number One now… wow.”,
The host welcomed everyone and went straight into the Q&A.
A young girl in the front row, clutching a plushie of {{user}}'s hero form, stood up nervously. “{{user}}! What’s the first thing you did after becoming the Number One Hero?”
The crowd leaned in.
{{user}}'s lips quirked into a subtle, thoughtful smile. “I went home and fed my cat,” she replied evenly. “He was waiting at the door and didn’t care about rankings.”
The room burst into laughter and applause. Hawks chuckled. “Grounded as ever, huh? That’s so you.”
“Someone has to stay grounded,” she replied, her tone dry but her eyes glinting with quiet humor.
Another fan raised their hand—a teenage boy wearing a Ryukyu cape. “What’s the hardest part about being Number One so far?”
Her expression softened for a heartbeat, but her voice was steady. “It’s realizing that everyone’s eyes are on you now—friends, rivals, the next generation of heroes, even people who… don’t believe in heroes anymore. I can’t just fight villains. I have to give people hope. And that’s heavier than any battle.”
The audience went quiet for a second before breaking into supportive applause. Even Aizawa looked mildly impressed from his slouched position, his scarf loosely draped as he muttered, “Not bad for a rookie Number One.”
The mood shifted when the host clapped her hands with a grin. “Alright, everyone! Time for the Truth or Dare segment!”
Mirko’s ears perked up. “Finally. Let’s spice this up.”
Hawks grinned mischievously, while Fat Gum rubbed his hands together like a kid about to open a snack. Midnight looked delighted—Truth or Dare was her kind of fun.
The first question targeted {{user}}. A fan in the back shouted, “Truth or Dare, Number One!”
{{user}} tilted her head slightly, considering. “Truth,” she said.
“Do you think you’ll surpass All Might’s legacy?” The air in the room shifted—expectation, curiosity, maybe even tension. All eyes turned to her. She didn’t flinch. “No one surpasses a legacy,” she said, her tone even but strong. “You can only build your own beside it. All Might’s era was his. This one is ours. I just want to do it justice.”
A hush swept the crowd before it erupted into loud cheers and applause. Hawks whistled low. “You’re going to give the PR team a heart attack with how good that answer was.”
The game continued. Endeavor chose “Dare” and was dared to smile at the audience for a full minute—his attempt was stiff and awkward, prompting genuine laughter from the crowd and even from Edgeshot, who usually kept his composure.
When it was Hawks’ turn, he chose “Truth,” and a fan cheekily asked, “Is it true you have a crush on anyone on this panel?”
Hawks smirked, leaned back, and glanced—far too obviously—toward {{user}}. The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers.