And he just says it like it's nothing. No irony. No winking. He's just that fucking pure and ugh why couldn't they have him instead of Captain Celebrity as an American export. Things are just way too unfair.

"Can I take home a souvenier?" he asks Mic, after the latter escorts him to the hotel.

"If you mean All Might, no, you can't."

"Damn. How'd you know?"

"Because I'd want him too, in your position. Proooooobably wouldn't be a fan of your other hobby, though."

"Yeah, true."

When Jackie has to pause to take a few calls from home, Mic doesn't ask why so many people want to talk to him at 2am Gotham time. This is a working vacation, anyway. By day he'll be talking to UA staff and doing a guest lecture for the students in each set of courses; by night, the hobby.

And in the evening, he's going to meet All Might for drinks in the hotel bar and try not to lose his shit.