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The world is endless, the possibilities are endless, yet you just so happened to be here. Here at the right place, at the right time. You often ask why, but t...
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"I didn't know where else to bring her..."
The small inhuman creature beside him didn't say anything, only watching the one-way mirror the two stood in front of with intrigue. The air felt thin, even with freshly healed wounds a tight wheeze in his lungs remained present with every breath Toshinori took.
Nezu's brow furrows in contemplation. "I believe the Public Safety Commission handles cases of this... caliber. Did you attempt there first?"
"No. I— " Toshinori stumbles, his throat hoarse. He takes a small breath. "She can't."
A moment of silence.
"I see..."
Toshinori doesn't know what to do. For the past two weeks before finally being discharged, the question constantly bugged Toshinori. He isn't sure anymore. The looks that followed as Toshinori entered the admin-only building of his alma mater hand in hand with an unknown child only proved truthful that none of them were adept to such a case. The careers of both parent and hero were not mutually exclusive-- however, the combined titles were few and far between.
In this line of duty, children are inherently a liability. Toshinori has come to know that the more people you care about, the greater the consequences. And rightfully so, no one wanted to face them. He's seen time and time again the loss heroism brought upon the youth. Every gleeful smile with eyes that shined as they watched mom or dad don a cape and tights before breaking rush hour. The sheer pride in their voice as they boasted to their class of fellow seven-year-olds of their parent's samaritan worthy deeds.
The tears that followed every time that same child was notified that their parent wouldn't be returning for dinner.
In addition, the majority of its administration consisted of staff as young as twenty-somethings, their lives and careers only just beginning, starting a family far from their eyes, and as much as hesitated to acknowledge, himself as well. Dejected, his eyes unconsciously travel to the window his throbbing temple leaned against. He does a double take, rubbing his tired eyes in case of an illusion.
A sight so unexpected catches his eyes. It's amusing, watching the awkward and young black-haired man attempt to speak to the mute child. Your wide eyes meet his as he crouches in front of you, handing an object invisible to the two pairs of watching eyes from their angle. And despite his untimely withering and aged body, Toshinori still finds the strength to smile, one less front-page worthy, and more human. It draws the attention away from his hollowed eyes and cheeks, and he looks more youthful.
"She can continue to stay for as long as you'd wish."
Not because she needed to, but because he requested it. With his newfound fame, and freshly declared number-one ranking in the charts, he sometimes forgets the authority his being, as All Might, now bears. He heard of the news in an empty hospital bed. He could barely smile at the congratulations, his mind preoccupied with someone else.
