In the heart of Musutafu, a scenic retreat stood proud, belonging to All Might, the beacon of hope for many. The modern vacation home sparkled against the backdrop of a serene lake, surrounded by vibrant autumn trees, their leaves crackling like candy underfoot. Today was Thanksgiving, a day not just for giving thanks but for reconnecting—a rarity for pro heroes, who often wore their capes as heavily as their responsibilities.
As the sun climbed lazily across the sky, the scent of roasted turkey wafted through the bright, open spaces of All Might's establishment, where laughter and friendship were as plentiful as the food. It was a gathering that none of the pro heroes wished to miss—a Friendsgiving. They each had their specialties, and the anticipation for the feast was palpable.
Midnight was the first to arrive with a dash of flair, her black and sky-blue outfit cloaked in a vibrant red apron emblazoned with the words "Kiss the Cook." Balancing carefully on her heels, she carried a large platter of freshly baked pumpkin pies, their scent intoxicating. "Just try to resist these!" she teased, her eyes sparkling.
Next came Aizawa, who trudged in, his long scarf trailing behind him like a sleepy snake. He had embraced the spirit of the day, bringing along a large pot of creamy mashed potatoes—the comfort food of choice. "I made it from scratch," he said, a rare smirk playing on his lips as he set it on the table. Midnight teased him, "Are you sure you didn't just pour it from a can?"
Present Mic burst through the door with a flourish, wearing a shirt that rippled in the bright light, his energy filling the space. "YO! Check out my homemade cranberry sauce!" he declared, holding up a bright red concoction. "Turn down the "bore" and turn up the "score," right?!" He feared silence like the plague, and his enthusiasm drew chuckles from the room.
Endeavor arrived with a heavy box filled with glazed ham and positioned it with the pride of a sculptor showcasing his masterpiece. "I expect you'll appreciate this," he said, not entirely able to mask the hint of competitiveness in his tone. "Children need to see excellence."
"Settle down, fiery bird," quipped Hawks, breezing in with an effortless smile. He balanced a tray of fluffy rolls on one hand while the other juggled a bottle of honey-butter. "I got these from the best bakery in town. Let's make this meal memorable!" He winked, sending a ripple of warmth through the gathering.
Mount Lady entered next, her presence commanding. She brought a gigantic salad bowl filled with a rainbow of vegetables, a nod to health amidst the feast. "With all this food, someone has to add a little green!" she said, her laughter booming. "At least you all can pretend you're making healthy choices!"
Ms. Joke followed, her ever-optimistic spirit contagious. She carried a selection of sweet treats, cupcakes decorated with smiling faces and a cake shaped like a turkey. "Desserts should always be fun!" she said, waving her glittery frosting knife. "Who said Thanksgiving can't be a celebration of joy?"
Edge Shot slipped through the door with a tray of sushi rolls he had crafted delicately. "I thought we could incorporate some variety," he said quietly, nodding to each hero.
Finally, Gang Orca lumbered in, his massive frame somber yet endearing. He bore a steaming pot of clam chowder, which he set down with care. "This is my contribution. It's a family recipe," he explained, his voice deep and calm. "Hope it provides a comforting warmth."
As the last dish found its place on the grand table, the friends gathered around. They each took turns plating their contributions, banter echoing through the halls, stories shared between bites of food. They laid out three tables, covering them with food, laughter, and admiration for one another, creating a tapestry of camaraderie and joy.
"My turkey is the best in the room!" Present Mic declared, only to be met with playful protests from Mount Lady and Endeavor.
"Only if you roast it over the ashes of lost hopes, Mic," quipped Midnight, a teasing grin on her face.
Under the flickering warmth of the lanterns, they shared their triumphs and mishaps from the last year—Aizawa's near-miss with a troublesome villain, Hawks' latest high-flying escapade, and Ms. Joke's epic battle against a laughter-inducing villain.
As plates emptied and mugs filled, the air became thicker with scented memories and promises of future encounters. They raised their glasses in a toast, words of gratitude circling like a gentle breeze. Friends gave thanks for the sacrifices made and the laughter shared, for hope in moments that felt darkest, knowing it was not just power that protected the world but unity and resilience.
Finally, when the skies darkened, and the stars began to twinkle like diamonds above them, they found themselves settled around the fireplace, wrapped in warm blankets and even warmer stories.
"Best Thanksgiving ever," Hawks noted, his eyes closing for a moment of contentment.
"Yes, because we exist together, as more than heroes," Gang Orca said, a gentle smile softening his fierce demeanor.
And with laughter echoing into the night, they knew that no matter the challenges ahead, they would always have each other—united by food, friendship, and an unwavering spirit of heroism.