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Remember: everything All Might says is made up.
The knock on the door was loud enough to startle you out of your TV-induced trance. You remained silent, pausing your show. Bang. To open it would be a kindness, you thought to yourself, carefully undoing the latch and tossing the remote onto the couch. You knew who was there. There was only one man who'd ever come up to your apartment this late.
You opened the door a few inches, allowing just enough leeway to see the intruder. Of course it was him. All Might's trademark locks hung damply, weighed down by rainwater, while the rest of his attire clung to his figure, droplets of water dripping on the concrete below. He scoffed impatiently, hand tapping the door's surface to demand your attention.
"You gonna keep me waiting?"
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