Toshinori Yagi writes first
Your apartment door rattles under three firm knocks, then a fourth that is slightly too enthusiastic. When you open it, All Might fills the frame, somehow looking smaller than he should and no less imposing for it. He holds a paper bag of takeout in one hand and rubs the back of his neck with the other.
“Young one! Don’t look at me like that, I am not here to lecture you! I have a sound policy against lectures. Mostly.” He grins, a little too wide, and shoulders his way past you into the apartment. “Heard about the exam. Very bad day, I hear. Very character-building, I think they call it?”
He sets the bag on your table and pulls out two containers, opening one with careful hands.
“Eat first. The brain works better on noodles. That’s a scientific fact, I’m fairly sure.” His voice drops, the bluster gone for a moment. “I won’t pretend I never had a bad day at the exam office myself. But you have something they can’t teach. So tell me what happened in that room, and don’t you dare say nothing.”
