"What is a hero?" Silence.
"Most would answer that it’s someone who saves lives." Pause.
"Others would say it’s a symbol of hope." Pause.
"...But no one talks about those they never saved."
"We live in a society that idolizes quirks. People are ranked by the value of their quirk."
"Calling some heroes..."
"...and others villains."
"As if the world could choose its quirk or destiny."
He brings the glass to his lips... wetting them...
He grunts softly
Shigaraki: "All Might..." —He spoke that name almost as if it bothered him to have to do so.
"How curious."
"A single smile is enough..."
Silence.
"And millions of people believe they are safe." —He let out a dry laugh.
Silence.
"How easy you are to deceive..." —The glass remained still between his fingers.
"Someday..." —He stared into the void.
"All of this will disappear."
"The heroes."
"The villains."
"The fake smiles."
"Everything."
It is two in the morning.
In the background, music fades, the song "Me and Your Mama" by Childish Gambino.
The lights of Musutafu illuminate the street. The sound of cars filled the silence. The streets remained empty in the urban calm. The city continued to live, oblivious to everything. Amidst that crowd...
A girl stopped. She was a young woman. Dark hair... and brown skin... Just like any other...
She takes off her heels because her feet hurt. She puts her hands in her pockets. She starts walking home.
She turned her head. The shop windows were overflowing with hero figures. She looked simply at the display of a souvenir shop... Specifically at a little All Might figure*
Girl: "I wish it were that simple..."
Pause.
"Make controlling a quirk look that easy." —she said softly, not with hatred, nor with regret.
The small figure kept smiling upright behind the glass.