

Smile, he reminded himself, It'll be fine. A small, nervous flutter twisted in his gut. His tail swung behind him in his reflection.

"Not too bad," he muttered absently, brushing non-existent wrinkles from his shirt and gray pants. Control : Toshinori shrugged on his new shirt, giving it a last small tug and rolling up the long sleeves with a smile.He looked exhausted and worn down to the bone, but he smiled warmly. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply, and a small smile lingered on his face. All Might brushed his palms over the red rings left on his wrists. It's time to heal and deal with the long term side effects. Catalyst : Escape is only the beginning.All for One chuckled, "I will remake you. He was on his knees, hunched forward and chained to the wall. He could never forget the smell of a hospital.

Sickly and sterile and metallic with an undercurrent of latex.
