p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, you wake up and your body isn't your own./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"It happens to everyone. Aging is inevitable. Clothing frays, ice cream melts, leaves fall, things decay. Even gold tarnishes. All Might groans. These are not 5am–appropriate thoughts./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might woke up and his body wasn't his own. Ablebodiedess is but a fleeting moment in a human lifetime. You start a baby, grow into a pitiful, protected student, and in the end, spend more time shriveling away than bulking up at early morning gym sessions. He'd read that book, sure. All heroes had to. But somehow, even as the ache crept from the wound under his rib to the rest of him, All Might thought the story would be different, for him. He wasn't just any hero./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might woke up and a glass of water wasn't an unremarkable bedside fixture, as given and ordinary as a breath of air. A glass of water was less a quenched throat and more a soaked shirt. The glass rolling away and the dark splotch on his sheets seemed a prelude to shards on his wooden floor, an image of yet weaker days to come. One day, a breath of air wasn't ordinary, either./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"All Might spent most of his days preparing for the day he could no longer spend his days preparing. He had taken down as many villains as he could, smiled for cameras, reassured the masses and tried to build a world where people felt safe. He wanted to deter as much crime as possible before the day came when he could no longer fight it. So yes, he had read the book, understood the layout of life: that he would one day wake up, and his body would no longer withstand the ringer he put it through each day. He resisted his body's protests for just one more day, one more tragedy; it was productive, saving future heroes' energy by deterring crime today. But when you spend your whole life preparing for That Day, you're oblivious to its impending arrival, much less what comes after./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might shrugged on a blazer that wasn't a blazer and threaded a tie that wasn't a tie, and realized he was wearing a body that wasn't his body. An apparition, a hunched, gaunt, frail thing in ill-fitting clothes stood where the mirror should be. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, and it surprised him. It couldn't be him. But it moved when he moved. He'd woken up in a costume he couldn't take off. How could something so small be so heavy?/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"These days, he woke up feeling lost, the way you feel lost when half of your body has gone missing. The frightening, out of place feeling of being a teacher who is bad at teaching, or a personal trainer who can't personally train, or a hero who can't save people. Like a sick man was crying for his help, but no matter how hard he pressed on the mirror, remained just beyond his reach./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"He left the house thirsty./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"It happens to everyone. Aging is inevitable. Clothing frays, ice cream melts, leaves fall, things decay. Even gold tarnishes. All Might groans. These are not 5am–appropriate thoughts./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might woke up and his body wasn't his own. Ablebodiedess is but a fleeting moment in a human lifetime. You start a baby, grow into a pitiful, protected student, and in the end, spend more time shriveling away than bulking up at early morning gym sessions. He'd read that book, sure. All heroes had to. But somehow, even as the ache crept from the wound under his rib to the rest of him, All Might thought the story would be different, for him. He wasn't just any hero./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might woke up and a glass of water wasn't an unremarkable bedside fixture, as given and ordinary as a breath of air. A glass of water was less a quenched throat and more a soaked shirt. The glass rolling away and the dark splotch on his sheets seemed a prelude to shards on his wooden floor, an image of yet weaker days to come. One day, a breath of air wasn't ordinary, either./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"All Might spent most of his days preparing for the day he could no longer spend his days preparing. He had taken down as many villains as he could, smiled for cameras, reassured the masses and tried to build a world where people felt safe. He wanted to deter as much crime as possible before the day came when he could no longer fight it. So yes, he had read the book, understood the layout of life: that he would one day wake up, and his body would no longer withstand the ringer he put it through each day. He resisted his body's protests for just one more day, one more tragedy; it was productive, saving future heroes' energy by deterring crime today. But when you spend your whole life preparing for That Day, you're oblivious to its impending arrival, much less what comes after./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"One day, All Might shrugged on a blazer that wasn't a blazer and threaded a tie that wasn't a tie, and realized he was wearing a body that wasn't his body. An apparition, a hunched, gaunt, frail thing in ill-fitting clothes stood where the mirror should be. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, and it surprised him. It couldn't be him. But it moved when he moved. He'd woken up in a costume he couldn't take off. How could something so small be so heavy?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"These days, he woke up feeling lost, the way you feel lost when half of your body has gone missing. The frightening, out of place feeling of being a teacher who is bad at teaching, or a personal trainer who can't personally train, or a hero who can't save people. Like a sick man was crying for his help, but no matter how hard he pressed on the mirror, remained just beyond his reach./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; line-height: 16.866666793823242px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"span lang="EN"He left the house thirsty./span/p
