MHA: Animari

Week Later

A soft hum of laughter echoes in the small living room as Malik sits cross-legged on the couch, a bowl of cereal balanced carefully in one hand. The TV plays an old cartoon rerun, something ridiculous but oddly entertaining—just the way Malik likes it.

A spoonful of sugary goodness is halfway to his mouth when the doorbell rings.

"Seriously?" he mutters, lowering the spoon with exaggerated reluctance. His eyes stayed glue to the screen for a moment longer before he sighs dramatically, setting the bowl on the coffee table.

"I'm coming, hold up!"

He stretched as he walks to the door, scratching the back of his head lazily. Opening it, he glances around, only to find... nothing. His brow knights together in confusion until he looks down.

There it is—a letter, pristine and crisp, lying on the welcome mat.

"Huh." Malik picks it up carefully, the weight of the envelope strangely significant in his hand. The name catches his attention first, bold and official-looking:

From U.A. High School to Malik Von Auster.

His heart skips a beat. The calm, confident demeanor he usually wears falters for just a second as a grin slowly spreads across his face.

"No way…" he murmurs, closing the door behind him.

The letter stays clutched in his hand as he moves to the dining room table. He pulls out a chair, sliding into it and laying the envelope down like it's some fragile artifact. For a moment, he just stares at it.

He couldn't hide his excitement and nervousness even though he knew he had probably done the best anyone could.

he words "U.A. High School" stare back, carrying all the weight of a dream he's worked toward for years.

Malik carefully tears it open. His hands are steady, eyes wide with anticipation.

Inside the envelope isnt a letter, but a small, round device--sleek and futuristic, almost like a tech gadget out of one of his cartoons.

"What the heck is this?" he mutters, tilting his head as he places the object on the table.

He waits, unsure of what to do next. For a second, nothing happens, and Malik leans back in his chair, his brow furrowed. "Cool paperweight, I guess."

Then it hums.

A soft glow emanates from the device, and Malik jerks back slightly. Before he can react further, a bright holographic image bursts into existence above the table.

Malik nearly falls out of his chair, from surprisement. 

He scrambles to sit upright, his eyes locked on the hologram.

The image sharpens, revealing a face—that face. All Might's face, larger than life, beaming with the same over-the-top smile that had inspired generations.

"All Might?!" Malik exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and awe. He instinctively leans back as the hologram zooms in close, making it seem like All Might is inches from his face.

"HELLO THERE, YOUNG MAN!" All Might's voice booms with his trademark energy, causing Malik to flinch slightly.

"Geez, volume much?" Malik mutters under his breath, though the grin on his face betrays his excitement.

"What's that citizen?! Turn to face camera 2?! I'm in the middle of telling the boy something... we'll fix it in post?! ah, all right, that works..." 

The chatter they forgot to edit out made Malik laugh a little.

All Might steps back in the hologram, crossing his arms as he gazes directly at Malik—or so it seems. "Congratulations, Malik Von Auster! You've shown remarkable strength, skill, and heroism during the entrance exam. You've impressed not just the faculty, but also me personally!"

Malik feels his chest tighten. His hero—the hero—is talking directly to him. well kind of.

For a moment, his mind flashes back to that day—the day All Might saved his life. The memory stirs something deep inside him, but he quickly shakes it off, focusing on the hologram.

"All Might saved me back then… and now he's here again," he thinks, his hands clenching into fists on the table.

"During the exam," All Might continues, "you scored a total of 93 points. That's the highest score of your entire grade!"

"Figured," Malik shrugged nonchalantly, but his big smile on his face contradicted his whole demeanor.

"But that's not all!" All Might adds, his grin widening. "It's also one of the highest scores in the history of U.A. High School. Impressive, young man! Though…" All Might leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a more playful tone. "I should mention that my record still stands at 119 points."

All Might's hologram straightens, his voice turning serious again. "You've proven yourself to be not only strong but also selfless. Your actions during the exam, particularly your assistance to those in need, exemplify the true spirit of heroism. And for that…" He pauses dramatically, pointing directly at Malik. "You have passed! Welcome to U.A. High School, young hero. We're waiting for you."

Before Malik could process what he was saying.

"And I bet you're wondering why I said, We're as in me and all the others, well thats because It's been decided I'll work at U.A.! Now then See you at school Young man."

The hologram fizzles out, leaving Malik staring at the now-dark device.

For a moment, the room is silent. Malik sits there, processing everything he's just heard. Then, slowly, his grin returns—bigger, brighter, and filled with unshakable confidence.

"U.A., huh?" he says, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. "Guess they couldn't resist having me."

His eyes flicker to the cartoon still playing on the TV in the other room. 

Grabbing his bowl of cereal, Malik heads back to the couch. He plops down, shoving a spoonful into his mouth as the cartoon characters on the screen continue their antics.

"First U.A., then the top," he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. "All Might better watch his back."