Aftermath

The dust settled, and the immediate, overwhelming relief of All For One's defeat washed over the battered heroes. Minato, still exuding the faint glow of his power, calmly walked towards the unconscious villain. With precise movements, he placed a specialized sealing tag onto All For One's chest, ensuring the powerful criminal would remain subdued and unable to move during transport.

All Might, slowly walking towards Minato, now fully in his weakened form, his body trembling slightly, placed a hand on Minato's shoulder. "Young Namikaze... are you alright? That was... incredible."

Minato turned, his smile easy and reassuring. "I'm alright, All Might. Not a scratch." He then returned the question, his gaze softening with concern for his mentor. "Are you alright, All Might? You pushed yourself to your limits."

All Might let out a tired chuckle. "I'll be alright, Young Namikaze. Just need some rest. A long one." He looked at the fallen villain, then back at Minato, a profound admiration in his eyes.

"I'll leave things here to you, All Might," Minato said, glancing at the approaching police and medical teams. "I have... some things to do."

All Might nodded, understanding the unspoken implications. "Go, Young Namikaze. You've done more than enough. The rest is in capable hands now."

With a flash of golden light, Minato teleported back to one of his secure hideouts. As he materialized in the quiet hall, Lady Nagant, who had been resting, startlingly sprang to attention, her eyes wide with surprise. She quickly calmed as she recognized him.

She studied him, a flicker of awe in her gaze. "So... you are even more powerful than All Might. That form... that speed... it was beyond anything I've ever seen."

Minato simply nodded, his expression a quiet affirmation. "Yes, I am."

Lady Nagant's brow furrowed with curiosity. "What is your Quirk? It looks like... multiple Quirks, an entire arsenal of abilities."

Minato offered a faint smile, knowing the truth of Chakra was too complex for a simple explanation in this world. "It's a type of energy," he stated simply. "Let's just leave it at that for now."

They watched the news together on the hideout's large screen. The reports were ecstatic, showing the police and specialized transport units carefully securing All For One's unconscious body, preparing to return him to Tartarus. The world was celebrating, unaware of the full extent of the struggle.

Minato then turned to Lady Nagant. "You can stay here as long as you need," he reiterated, his voice kind. "But if you find you don't have any options outside... if you need a new start... I can make a new identity for you. You could even work for my company, if you wished. It's a clean slate."

She looked at him, the weariness in her eyes slowly giving way to a nascent hope. She nodded, a genuine thank you in her gaze. "I'll think about it. Thank you, Yellow Flash."

"Call me Minato, and Good night, Nagant-san," Minato said, offering a small bow. With another golden flash, he was gone.

Minato reappeared in his own bedroom, the familiar comfort of his home a welcome contrast to the chaos he had just left. He could hear voices downstairs, laced with worry. His parents had undoubtedly been watching the fight on TV.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, his mother rushed forward, her eyes wide with concern, while his father stood by, visibly relieved but still tense. "Minato! Are you alright?! We saw the whole thing! You were so fast, but that villain... he looked terrifying!"

Minato offered them a reassuring smile. "I'm perfectly fine, Mom, Dad. Not a scratch, honestly." He turned slowly, showing them his unblemished uniform, the word 'HOPE' a silent testament to his victory. Despite his reassurances, they still fretted, asking endless questions, touching his arms and face as if to confirm his solid presence. He patiently talked to them for a while, recounting censored versions of the fight, ensuring they were no longer worried.

Finally, in the quiet of his bedroom, Minato checked his phone. It was buzzing with notifications. Messages from all his friends from U.A., his classmates, and even his music company contacts flooded his inbox, all asking if he was okay. He quickly typed out a mass reply: "I'm fine, guys! Just a tough day at work, but everything's good!"

Among the deluge of messages, one stood out – from Toga. As soon as he replied to her, his phone immediately rang with an incoming call. He lifted it.

"Minato-kun! Are you really okay?!" Toga's voice was urgent, laced with a genuine concern that surprised him given her usual cheerful demeanor.

"I'm fine, Toga," Minato confirmed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Did you watch the fight?"

"Of course, I watched it! The whole thing!" she exclaimed, her voice still a little breathless.

"So you know how I wiped the ground with his face, right? Why are you still worried?" he teased gently.

"Minato-kun! Just because you're strong doesn't mean I won't be worried for you!" she retorted, a hint of genuine frustration in her tone. "It was terrifying! He was so huge and scary!"

"I promise, I'm alright," he reiterated softly. "Where are you now?"

"I'm at my apartment," she replied, her voice now a little softer. "Want to come over?"

Minato grinned. "Be right there. About... now."

With a soft pop, Minato vanished from his bedroom. He had given Toga one of his specially marked kunai a while ago, 'just in case of an emergency,' a subtle way to ensure he could reach her quickly if needed.

He materialized instantly in the small, familiar hallway of Toga's apartment. Before he could even utter a word, Toga, who must have been waiting right by the door, launched herself at him. She jumped, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and began showering his face with rapid, eager kisses, a flurry of lips against his cheeks, forehead, and jaw.

"Minato-kun! You're really okay!" she cried, her voice muffled against his skin. Then, she pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, a vibrant, almost manic joy in her golden gaze, before crashing her lips against his in a long, passionate kiss. Minato, returning her fierce embrace, reciprocated with equal fervor, the relief and warmth of her presence a perfect antidote to the night's intensity.

Finally, Toga pulled back slightly, her eyes still a little wet, but shining with happiness. "I was so worried during the fight," she whispered, burying her face into his neck, her voice muffled as she continued to pepper kisses along his skin.

"I'm sorry for making you worry so much," Minato murmured, gently stroking her hair. "But I'm here now. Everything's okay."

He scooped her into his arms, and they made their way to the bedroom, leaving the world and its heroes and villains behind for a while. They spent a long, intimate time together, finding solace and comfort in each other's presence.

Later, lying under the blankets, their bodies intertwined, Toga was panting softly, her head resting on Minato's chest.

"Hey," Minato said, his voice soft, "do you want to go on a date tomorrow? It's been a long time since we've really gone out."

Toga looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Yes! Absolutely!" she breathed, a wide, happy smile spreading across her face.

Minato chuckled, then leaned down, pulling the blanket closer around them, and continued his nightly activities, ensuring she knew just how truly glad he was to be there.