![]() ![]() “you know, why do YOU have to be the one to go on this talk show?”Īizawa’s dull, hoarse drone. ![]() Stumbling, he wills himself to maintain this form, for just a little while longer.Īs his face is being powdered the older man recalls recovery girl’s voice scolding him. Someone’s voice calls out, “hey, someone get all might back in makeup, he looks like a corpse–!” all might walks out of his dressing room, dazed. ![]() He looks up at the ticking clock which won’t stop its incessant sound. as all might looks up into the foggy mirror, he notices his flax-blonde hair is greying at the temples.Įven the greatest hero of all time isn’t immune from the endless march of time. He proudly grins at the studio audience, puffs up his chest for extra bravado but it feels like his muscles are being pulled taut over his bones.Īfter heading to the dressing room, the older man washes his face in the sink, the water runs peach as he rubs off the stage makeup. turning to the camera, the talk show host says, a grin plastered across his face- “after the break, all might’ll discuss his new sponsorship deal with asahi breweries regarding their new brand of beer!” let’s go to commercial break!” he doesn’t seem to particularly care about his opinion on the beaches. “you know what, that’s-that’s just great. but looking at that girl now, he swears that he’ll do anything to protect her smile, shield her from those harsh waves so that they would never find her. He smiles, and tells her about how she shouldn’t question herself now. if this is all what being a hero is about, then do you really need a quirk to be a hero.?” there’s no use in wishing on things that have passed.Īs he steals a glance at her, he notices deku has kicked off her patent leather shoes, and now dangles her feet off of the boardwalk’s pier. the two of them go to the pier of the boardwalk after their clean up of the park. He laughs, and thinks about telling her to stop nerding out!, but it’s a compliment, so he lets it go. He shakes his head, puts the thought out of his head, and gazes far ahead at the shoreline. “so they’re a little like you.! like the person i want to be.” or twenty years younger. “they grew from the bottom up, and their strength comes from inside them,” deku concludes, picking up more trash. so, seashells grow from the bottom up, by adding material at the margins.” if only he was ten years younger. “by laying down protein to form their shells and pouring minerals over them. “no, i don’t, my girl!” he laughs, takes a seat next to her on the blistering sand. the blonde listens in to the shell to humor her, but doesn’t have the heart to tell her he can’t hear much. The lustrous nacre on the outside of the shell is nothing before the brilliance of her smile. "you know, you can hear the sound of the ocean if you listen closely enough!" You will probably make some man very lucky some day, my girl.ĭeku offers him a smile that stretches from ear to ear, and holds up a pair of conch shells. ![]() even though midoriya izuku hadn’t really understood that part of being a hero at first, but she had caught on quickly.Īs he watches the young girl, humming a small ditty to herself as she cleans up the garbage on the shoreline, a thought springs to his mind. This particular day at the seaside park is blessed with good weather. Yet the laughter of that young woman still swirls around his head, like a fly buzzing just out of sight. “actually, there are many beaches that i’ve had the great fortune to visit!” Rambling on, the host continues, “do you have any thoughts in mind? it’s a beautiful, sunny day! there are plenty of japanese beaches.” we’re almost done with the interview, get yourself together. The host says some witty line in response, and the cruelty of the manufactured laugh track is only a poor facsimile of her laughter. an overwhelming need to leave this place burns red-hot in his head. The lights catch in his eyes, the sound of a young woman’s laughter echoes in his mind. "what‘s it like to be the number one professional hero?!"Īll might smiles without looking happy. “so, all might.” the show host leans in, almost as if they were sharing a secret. He wonders how they can love him when they don't even know him. The adoring crowds cheer: ”all might!! look over here!” who now finds himself dazed in front of the glaring studio lights of a morning variety show. the same is true of the greatest hero of all time. ![]()
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