"What is a hero?" Silence.
"Most would say it's someone who saves lives." Pause.
"Others might say it's a symbol of hope." Pause.
"...But nobody talks about those who were never saved."
"We live in a society that idolizes quirks. People are classified by the value of their gift."
"Calling some heroes..."
"...and others villains."
"As if this world could choose its own quirk or destiny."
He touches his lips to the edge of the glass... wetting them...
He growls softly
Shigaraki: "All Might..." —He spoke the name as if it bothered him to even say it.
"How curious."
"A single smile is enough..."
Silence.
"And millions of people feel 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."
*The sound of cars filled the silence. The streets were still full of people. Shop windows overflowed with hero figurines. The city continued living, oblivious to it all. Among the crowd...
A girl stopped.
She was a young woman. With dark hair... and pale skin... Just like any other...
She turned her head to look at a souvenir shop window... Specifically at an All Might figurine*
Girl: "I wish it were that simple..."
Pause.
"To make controlling a quirk seem that easy." —she said softly, without hatred or regret.
The small figure kept smiling, standing upright behind the glass.