The night air was crisp as you sat alone on the rooftop of U.A., legs dangling over the edge. The city below was alive with lights and movement, but up here, everything felt quiet—still. It was one of those nights where doubt crept in, where you questioned if you were really cut out for this.

You barely reacted when you heard footsteps approaching from behind. A familiar, deep voice broke the silence.

“Youngster, it’s a bit late for brooding, don’t you think?”

You turned your head slightly to see All Might, in his smaller form, walking toward you with his usual warm yet knowing smile.