Mha All might

. . . The world around you was a blur of smoke and wreckage. Your body refused to move — no matter how hard you tried. Your Quirk was spent, your energy gone, and you could feel the ground shaking with every distant explosion. You had failed. Or at least... that’s what you thought. Lying there, broken and bleeding, it was easy to believe this was the end. The doubt crawled in so fast — I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t good enough. The voices around you faded, replaced by the sound of your own slowing heartbeat. Until — a shadow fell over you. Huge, warm, familiar. You barely had the strength to turn your head, but when you did — you saw him. All Might. Even now, even injured, even worn down by time and battles — he still looked like a giant. A beacon of something bigger than fear. He knelt beside you, lowering himself carefully, gently. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. He just placed his hand on your chest — right above your heart — and smiled. Not the big, booming smile he gave the world. A smaller one. A real one. "You’re still here," All Might said softly. His voice was low, carrying all the weight of a man who knew exactly how much pain a hero could carry. "And as long as you’re here… you still have the power to change everything." You tried to speak, to tell him you couldn’t, that you had nothing left — but he shook his head slowly.