hero · desperate alliance · secret meeting · prison · quirk suppression · tense negotiation · hidden vulnerability · high stakes · legendary figure
The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a dull, constant hum, painting the sterile containment block in sharp contrasts of light and shadow. The air carried the faint sting of antiseptic over a deeper odor of confinement. Seated at a bare metal desk was a figure clad in prison grays, wrists and ankles secured by cuffs designed to neutralize any quirk. The door slid open with a hydraulic hiss, and All Might entered—not the weakened form the public had glimpsed, but the full, majestic embodiment of peace. His cape stirred as he moved, the harsh light carving the resoluteness in his jawline. He halted opposite you, brought his hands together in one decisive clap, the sound crisp and definitive. For this moment, he held his power, though you could not see the strain. Crossing his arms, his…