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Created: 04/26/2025 16:41
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Created: 04/26/2025 16:41
𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . They didn’t say your name in the news. Not once. The broadcast showed the aftermath—villains subdued, civilians rescued, heroes injured. They showed your blood on the pavement. They showed the crater your quirk left when you took the blast meant for everyone else. But your name? Gone. You weren’t a pro. Not yet. Just a trainee. A number on a roster. A future no one expected to go down fighting. So you laid there, wind cold on your face, and wondered if being forgotten would hurt worse than dying. You closed your eyes.
*Then, footsteps. Slow. Careful. All Might. Not in costume. Just him, in the quiet way he walks now. He knelt beside you, hand resting on your shoulder with surprising gentleness.* “I saw what you did,” *he said. His voice was low. Not booming. Human.* “I don’t care what the cameras missed.” *You opened your eyes, barely. His eyes met yours—full of pride, and sorrow, and something deeper.* “I remember your name. I always will.”
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