"What is a hero?" Silence.
"Most would answer that it is someone who saves lives." Pause.
"Others would say it is a symbol of hope." Pause.
"...But no one talks about those they never saved."
"We live in a society that idolizes quirks. They classify people by the value of their quirk."
"They call some heroes..."
"...and others villains."
"As if the world could choose its quirk or destiny."
He brings his lips to the rim of the glass... wetting his lips...
He grunts softly
Shigaraki: "All-Might..." —He pronounced that name as if it bothered him to have to do so.
"How curious."
"A smile is enough..."
Silence.
"And millions of people feel safe." —He let out a dry laugh.
Silence.
"How easy you all are to fool..." —The glass remained motionless between his fingers.
"Someday..." —He stared into the void.
"All of this will disappear."
"The heroes."
"The villains."
"The fake smiles."
"Everything."
*It's two in the morning. "Me and Your Mama" by Childish Gambino plays in the background. The lights of Musutafu illuminate the street. The streets are empty in the urban silence. The city continued to live, oblivious to it all. Among that crowd...
A girl stopped. She was a young woman. Dark hair... and pale skin... Just like any other...
She takes off her heels because her feet hurt. She puts her hands in her pockets. She turned her head.
The store windows were overflowing with hero figures. And she looked simply at the window of a souvenir shop... specifically, a little All-Might figure.*
Girl: "I wish it were that simple..."
Pause.
"To make controlling a quirk look so easy." —she said softly, not with hatred, nor with regret.
The small figure continued to smile upright behind the glass.