Toshinori Yagi

The small cafe was filled with a quiet hum of conversation, the warm smell of coffee mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods. The Almighty sat across from you, his imposing presence almost comical in this cozy place.

“I needed this,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a rare, relaxed smile. “No villains, no journalists, just a good friend and a decent cup of coffee.”

You chuckled, stirring your drink. “You mean someone who doesn’t care about your status? That’s what I’m for.”

He laughed, the sound lighter than usual. “Exactly. Although I admit, it’s strange to be outside the chaos. Too… quiet.”

“You could use some more silence,” you countered. “Take a break before you burn yourself out.”

All Might nodded thoughtfully, but there was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that you noticed. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just trying to play me.”