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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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A new beginning

Characters : All might/ Fem reader

Genre : Angst/ Fluff/ One shot

Summary : You find yourself pregnant and all alone after your husband's passing in a villain attack. Thankfully though, the world's symbol of peace refused to leave your side.

Trigger warning : Character's death/ mourning/ pregnancy

Prompt suggested by the lovely @justmewoo

Please do not read if you're a minor

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Has it ever occurred to you that your life might take a turn to the unexpected in the matter of seconds?

Never..

Have you even once considered the possibility of being left alone in a cruel world to fend for yourself?

Not in a million years..

Yet there you were facing new kinds of fears that you didn't even know you had.

Your eyes widened and your heart sunk in, the moment your husband's face came on the news with the word "deceased" plastered on the bottom of the TV screen.

It was a villain attack, a messy vicious one that took place near your husband's work place, but for a moment you weren't too worried since the world's symbol of peace was present to put an end to it like he always does.

But you soon came to realize that even All might's powers had their limitations when it comes to challenging death, a realization that had cost you your husband, the father to be..

You clutched your bulging tummy and picked up your phone with a shaky hand, you refused to believe what the news report suggested.

He can't be dead, he can't just leave, you two are expecting a child and he promised to hold your hand in the delivery room so you wouldn't be scared, there must be a mistake, he will answer your call and tell you himself that the bloody reporter had mentioned the wrong person.. if only he would pick up.

Your world crumbled around you as your calls went straight to voicemail.

So it was true, he was gone despite all his promises, when the day comes you will be by yourself bringing a fatherless child to this world, the bloody reporter wasn't mistaken after all..

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You wiped the tears that kept running down your cheeks and swallowed hard as your blurry vision studied every detail of your husband's portrait placed in the center of the funeral venue. It was as if you wanted to engrave his features into your brain.

People came and left, paying their respects and wishing you the best of luck in facing life all alone, and all you could do was thank them, as a single thought circulated your brain the whole time.. would luck be enough?

You couldn't even afford to pay for the funeral services, and now that your husband is no longer with you, how are you supposed to carry on?

_ "Ms y/n, you should go home now, everyone else has already left." it was him, the man who was driven by an overwhelming sense of guilt.

_ "I want to thank you again for taking care of everything Mr all might." you had to call him by his hero name like everyone else did because that's all you knew about him.

This man— the world's symbol of peace, hadn't left your side since what happened a few weeks ago. It was nice of him, extremely so, taking care of the funeral arrangements and costs when he didn't have to do any of it, but he was guilt ridden and felt responsible for what happened.

_ "It's getting late so allow me to drive you home, besides, you shouldn't be moving carelessly in your condition." He added, eyes cautiously landing on your barely showing baby bump, and you found yourself nodding slowly as your hands rested on your tummy.

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You sincerely believed that day would be the last you and him would interact in any way. However, and for the past couple of months, he made it a habit to visit you weekly, check in on you and ask if there was anything you needed help with.

It was weird, overwhelming even.

It was his self proclaimed duty to take responsibility of you but you hated it, since seeing his face only reminded you of your loss.

It was easier for you to internally blame him for what happened to your husband than to drown in sorrow and despair, even though deep down you knew he had tried everything he could to save him..

_ "I'm really sorry Ms y/n, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable." he took a step further away from your front door when you finally asked him to stop coming.

_ "I know you mean well, and I truly appreciate everything you've done for me so far but I need to learn how to manage on my own." you wanted to tell him off, to ask him to keep his distance but it didn't seem right.

You meant it though— every word that came out of your mouth, you truly needed to be independent, find a job that would hopefully pay well and guarantee a comfortable life for you and your unborn child.

Though it was a lot easier said than done.. because who would want to hire a pregnant woman with little professional experience?

You tried and tried but to no avail, your chances were nonexistent and so was money in your account. You knew that if things kept going the way they were, you would be homeless in a matter of days.

_ "What am I supposed to do?" was the only thing you managed to let out between strangled sobs as your mind wandered off..

Everything was going like a dream until that fateful night a few months ago. Your husband was still by your side as you excitedly awaited your baby to come to life, but it had all gone to hell in a split second, leaving you all alone and helpless.

Money had never been a problem before, not even after you had to quit your job due to your tough pregnancy, it was still fine since your husband's income was more than enough for your small family..

But not anymore, you no longer had any source of income and no one accepted to hire you.

But if someone with enough power and influence were to interfere somehow, then maybe you would have a chance.

You hated yourself for considering that option, and even more so for thinking about him of all people.

But then again, he had shown you nothing but kindness during the few months he had spent checking in on you, whereas all you did was push him away without even a proper "thank you".

You had been aiming your resentment at him so far, but if you were to be completely honest, your bitterness is only due to realizing that he did not deserve any of the blame. And now you're even considering asking him to help you find a job after specifically demanding he stays away.

But you were desperate, and had no other choice.

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You took a deep breath and stepped into his agency, unsure of what to do or say next, but no matter how bad your visit's outcome might be, it cannot be worse than the eviction notice sitting on top of your fridge.

You looked around as you were slowly approaching the receptionist's desk, admiring the extravagant interior and the elegant looking staff.

_ "Hello! may I help you ma'am?" too cheerful for your liking to be honest.

_ "Yes, hello, may I see Mr All might please?" hearing yourself utter those words out loud made you realize how ridiculous you were being, and suddenly wished to disappear.

_ "He's not present at the moment, but you may leave a message."

Maybe it was for the best that he wasn't there, "that's totally fine thank you." and with that, you turned around and hurried out, only to be intercepted by his huge form right at the main entrance.

_ "Ms y/n! is everything okay? were you here to see me?" he was all over you, studying your features in hopes of getting an answer you were taking too long to provide, "will you come with me to my office?"

You did, silently trailing behind him and purposely ignoring everyone's questioning looks, until you found yourself sitting across from the number one hero, a huge mahogany table between you two, and a refreshing beverage in your hand.

_ "I actually came here today to ask for your assistance," it has always been hard for you to admit defeat or accept aid from anyone, but what other choices did you have? "I've been trying to get a job lately but I was unlucky, so I was wondering if you could help me find one, if it's not a bother of course."

You almost took your words back the moment they left your mouth, and you would have if he didn't beat you to the answer.

_ "Why not work for me? You can be my assistant, it's perfect for you and won't demand any extra physical effort."

It is perfect, too perfect in fact, but would that be okay? Working for the one you wanted to avoid the most?

_ "I really appreciate the offer sir but don't you already have an assistant?"

_ "I have more than one," he leaned back in his chair, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his head as a nervous laughter escaped his throat, "the amount of work we have here can't be handled otherwise, so will you join our team?"

He sounded hopeful, desperate to hear you say "yes", and you didn't care for the warmth creeping up your skin, because it shouldn't mean anything more than your raging pregnancy hormones.

_ "Yes, I'll take it, thank you so much for the opportunity sir."

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Working for the number one hero should be exhausting, stressful, and even dangerous. But that was not the case for you, since All might has been paying you extra attention.

None of it mattered though, you didn't take the job so you would be treated nicely, you did it because no one else wanted to hire you.

So despite the rumors and the hushed whispers some of your colleagues liked to spread about you and your boss, you did what should be done and focused solely on your assignments while ignoring everything else around you.

_ "How was yesterday's doctor appointment? I really wished to be there with you this time as well." his cheerful voice ceased being annoying a long time ago, perhaps seeing his face almost everyday for the past four months did the trick. But it wasn't just that, his mere presence has become your source of strength.

_ "Oh no don't say that you're already doing too much for me, and no matter what I do in return, there is no way I'll be able to pay you back," you were looking into his eyes as you spoke, the same ones you used to despise.

And it's strange, the purity those irises emitted was something you were blind to, for the longest time.

_ "Everything seems to be going well, the doctor said that my due date should be in about a month from now." you added with a smile, as you caressed your tummy.

_ "Why don't you start your maternity leave then? Don't worry about the paper work and get as much rest as you need." there he was again, showing you nothing but unconditional support and kindness, and kindling a familiar warmth that spread across your whole body.

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You plopped down on the couch and placed all the baby clothes and toys by your side. You needed to organize and store them properly before leaving to the hospital the next morning.

You smiled as you picked up that fluffy little onesie All might had bought a few weeks ago. It had the same design and colors as in his hero costume, and you giggled softly as you remembered his excitement the day he had given it to you.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you almost missed the gentle knock on your door.

_ "Sir, what are you doing here?" it was him, sporting his trademark smile as he greeted you.

_ "I wanted to see you before joining the others in a bit, I came to wish you good luck tomorrow." he was about to lead an operation against the league of villains in order to save one of his students. A tough mission indeed, where should be no room for mistakes, because the alternative would be the boy's life.

And as his assistant, you were aware of all of that, but what you were oblivious of, was that he had come to you for reassurance, because seeing your face has always given him that sense of comfort.

_ "The mission won't start for another hour, do you want to come in for a moment?" you suggested with a smile, stepping to the side and giving him room to enter.

It was nice, the closeness you two learned to share over the last few months. You still couldn't admit it, but after your husband's passing, this man has become the closest thing to you.

You couldn't understand how to explain your feelings for him, or rather, you didn't dare touch that part for the sake of your late husband and your unborn child.

_ "If everything goes well tonight, I will be by your side during delivery." his smile remained intact as he helped you organize the tiny garments, but there was also an undeniable worry in his eyes.

_ "It will be okay, you are All might for god's sake." you couldn't do much to help, but you were hoping your words would soothe him even a little.

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He had left your apartment and gone to the mission ahead, and not knowing how things were going on his side wasn't helping your increasing anxiety.

You flipped through the TV channels, to hopefully come across a report or a news coverage that would provide any kind of updates, until his face finally showed up on the screen, and you froze seeing his blood stained body and exhausted state..

It was a lot more serious than you expected it to be, you have never seen him that way before, all beat up and barely able to stand on his feet.

You clutched your chest and bit down on your lip as you watched everyone fighting tooth and nail against the villains, but your focus remained on one person only.

And all of a sudden, something unexpected happened, something that flipped your world upside down.. All might, the almighty man, the number one hero and symbol of peace, turned into someone else entirely, someone you were familiar with.. your introverted neighbor Mr Toshinori Yagi.

Was it a dream? Your mind playing tricks on you? A sick joke of some sort?

Your shy quiet neighbor— with whome you've only shared polite greetings, and the friendly cheerful All might who walked into your life, uninvited, and pulled you out of the pit..

How can they possibly be the same person?

You felt strangely betrayed, though you knew deep down that you had no right to. Why would he reveal his secret to you? He owes you nothing.

Your eyes were still glued to the TV screen, and your anxiety level shot to the roof.

"Please be safe." It didn't matter anymore who he truly was or what else might he be hiding, the only thing you cared about was for him to be safe.

And suddenly, something snapped underneath you, soaking your underwear and reaching your thighs. It was time for the baby to come.

You were overwhelmed and uncertain about what to do next, your water wasn't supposed to break just yet. Was it because of everything that happened earlier? In any case, the painful contractions started and you could barely phone a cab and change your clothes before picking up your bag and hurrying to the hospital.

Not knowing how the fight would end killed you, and what troubled you further was hearing everyone speaking about him in a judging manner.

It was the only thing people kept talking about. On the news broadcasted on the cab's radio, on the phone call the driver had with his wife, in the amused conversations shared between the nurses in the hospital's hallways.

You wanted to scream, to ask them to shut up already, to beg any kind soul to give you an update on how the mission was going, but there was no one around to help you with that.

And there you were, all alone in the delivery room as you expected you'd be the day your husband had died..

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You opened your eyes slowly, groaning at the aching of your body. You placed a shaky hand on your empty belly, and that's when you realized that what happened earlier wasn't a dream, your baby was truly delivered.

_ "Ms y/n, are you okay? Should I call a nurse?"

That familiar voice snapped you back to your senses.

_ "Mr Toshinori.. All might.." you weren't sure how to address him now, "how did things go? Are you feeling well? Did the operation succeed?" he was all bandaged up so you weren't sure what to assume.

_ "So you heard about my secret, I hope this doesn't change anything between us and I hope you understand that I had no ulterior motives."

_ "I know, you don't have to explain anything to me because I'm not mad, I'm just happy you're alive." and for the first time in months, you decided that it was okay for you to feel happiness again.

_ "I kept thinking of you the whole time, I wanted to come back to you, to both of you," his eyes traveled to the small crib by your bed, and you watched with a smile as he gently picked up your little baby girl and placed her in your arms, "she'll grow up to be as strong and beautiful as her mother."

You couldn't help the tears running down your cheeks as you held your daughter for the very first time, it was an overwhelming emotion that you have never experienced before. Love, happiness, fear, strength, all at once.

_ "You made it so far y/n, and if you allow me, I would love to share the rest of the journey with you." he cradled your cheeks, caressing your tear stained skin, and you wasted no time giving him an answer that made your heart flutter.

_ "I would love that."

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genyawritesshizz · 22 days

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A Hum of Time Toshinori Yagi X Reader

Part 2

Part 1

Summary: An innocent relationship between two workaholics could not possibly be that eventful. Just two individuals finding comfort within each other's company and the occasional cup of coffee. What happens when a secret that could ruin both of their careers brings the whole thing crashing down? In a heart wrenching decision, you must do what is best for all three of you and brave the future alone. Will you ever tell the truth? You might not have a choice.

10661-word count

first part of the fluff. Gotta get all cute and mushy before I go in for the kill ;)

To go back to when the two of you actually had time to talk and frolic within each other's company. When the future seemed brighter: When things were easier.

You had signed to work for All Might’s agency a few months ago, and so far, it has been an absolute delight. The pay was incredible, but the most remarkable aspect was how well organized the staff conducted missions and reports. As an up-and-coming hero, you needed a stable foundation to grow.

Toshinori typically kept to himself, pushing his full focus onto the task at hand when it came to anything work related. Head always glued to his computer screen and hands typing away on keyboard. A crucial and unrecognized portion of hero work involved never ending hours of paperwork. Between reports, emails and the overflowing inbox of media or fan mail he rarely found time for breaks when in office. However, he’d force himself to take short breathers from time to time, just to rest his reddened eyes from the blazing screen.

He always picked the same seat in the cafeteria; tucked into a corner beside one of the many extensive windows to gaze out at the surprisingly still busy street he sat alone. The room was silent as it was well past lunch, in fact most of his employees had already gone home for the night as it was nearing 8PM. Recapping his daily to-do list within his mind he sighed, so much to do with so little time in the day.

“Um excuse me” whipping away from the street view he is faced with a woman standing before him, a laptop in hand and frustration evident on her face. “I'm so sorry to interrupt your break sir but I had a question, and I was wondering if you could help.”

Shocked, his train of thought fell off the rails. In his weakened form it was exceedingly rare for anyone to approach him much less ask for help.

“Of course,” Nodding to the seat in front of him, his mind scrambled to recover. Sitting down with the laptop you sighed in defeat.

“Thank you so much, nobody else is here and this report is due tonight.” Turning the screen to face him you began explaining your dilemma, something about incorrect formatting, an easy fix for someone like him who could practically type one of these up in his sleep. Though he did not recognize you with a quick scan of the file you were attempting to submit he recognized it as a heroic police report. A document that all heroes must submit after an arrest. To the average secretary it would not have sparked suspicion from a simple glance. However the discretely marked fine print was all too familiar to him. You must be one of the newly contracted heroes. He hadn’t had the time to properly look over the roster of employees in quite some time, truly a neglectful fault of his. He made a mental note to check.

After showing and explaining how to fix the format your report was submitted.

“Again, thank you so much…” You trailed off “Oh yeah, I completely forgot! Im (Y/N).” You felt like a total ass; You had marched up to this complete stranger durring his break, made demands that he assist you and didn’t even introduce yourself. Your cheeks tinted in embarrassment. The man chuckled, he hadn’t even noticed the lack of formalities.

“No worries (y/n), Im Toshinori Yagi” He reached a slender hand out, which you happily shook. Taking your own mental note of how his digits completely encased your own hand, nearly reaching the wrist. “Let me know if you ever need help again.” He smiled and let go.

“It’s nice meeting you Toshinori, I’ll be seeing you around!” Returning the smile graciously and folding the laptop closed, you got up to walk away. His eyes trailed your retreating form.

He thought that this would surely be the only time your two paths crossed. A fluke scenario.

Oh, how fate had a funny way of making things happen.

It was another long night of burning the candle at both ends for the symbol. The weight on his eyelids begged him to call it a night as he finally wrapped up his nightly duties. Yet when rounding the corner and coming face to face with someone, almost knocking both parties over, he was wide awake. Focusing instead on ensuring the person he’d carelessly almost ran over was unharmed with profuse apologies. There you stood, a steaming hot cup of coffee in hand, thankfully non spilled onto your wrinkled blouse, and a pile of papers the size of Texas in the other.

“Hey Toshinori! ” His name rolled casually off your tongue. You looked dead on your feet, the same bags that lined his eyes matched yours. “You’re good! No harm done”

“Hey?” Confused, he glanced over to the double handed clock on the wall, 11:34pm. His thin eyebrows furrowed, casting a dark shadow. “What are you doing here so late? It’s almost midnight.” Laughing lightly you eyed him skeptically, your own eyebrow quirked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Before he could try and concoct an excuse you continued “I figured I’d get the last of this finished otherwise it’ll just pile up.” He could argue that it already was.

“Did you need help with that?” The aforementioned exhaustion had crawled away into the deep recesses of his mind, most likely to return with a vengeance later, at the thought of being able to help you again.

“No no, I'm okay, besides a bunch of this stuff is pretty classified.” He wanted to chuckle at that, as All Might he had full access to any and all files in this building, from a delivery receipt to top secret government documents. His reach most likely exceeded that but, as Toshinori Yagi the department head he had to respect the illusion of limitations.

“Oh right, sorry.” He scratched at the back of his neck, feeling a bit of awkwardness sink in.

“No worries, thank you for the offer though” once again he watched you walk away, down the hallway and out of sight.

His own personal curiosity nagged at him to finally find the time to properly look at your file. Taking his rebound of energy now was as good a time as any, best to do it while it was fresh on the mind. Turning his computer on again he pulled up the agency's employee catalog and searched your name. There you were, that same smile you gave him moments ago reflected in the photo.

‘(Y/n) (y/l/n) - Siren. Quirk; Voice. ’ Scrolling through your profile he skimmed over the most recent reports. Not shocked to see some having been posted mere minutes ago. Not bad, great in fact, you’d only started here two months ago and already had a substantial amount of arrests under your belt. Although most were for minor offenses it set a promising future. Scrolling back up he read through the short biography under your photo graduated UA with substantially high marks seven years ago, studied at The University of Kyoto with a major in business, had been a sidekick under various different heroes for two years, and over the last year have been working as a private pro hero. Now at the age of twenty five you’d been contracted under his prestigious agency. The recruiting team really knew how to pick the best, he’d have to praise them for their dedication. With the itch satisfyingly scratched he, for the final time tonight, shut his computer off.

Like clockwork, late at night, when the halls were barren wastelands, the sound of a coffee pot brewing another batch and the buzz of overhead fluorescents somehow always connected the two of you.

“Good evening (y/n)” Yagi greeted from the other side of the printer, both of you sporting matching stacks of paperwork in hand.

“ Evening Toshi, how are you?” He always enjoyed these little chats and the nickname you’d given him, it made him feel more like a person.

As strange as it sounds, if he wasn’t out being a public symbol he was in meetings or filing paperwork about it, not that he minded of course. It was his job, his sole purpose in life, yet it often left him feeling like a ghost when in his normal form. If he wasn’t actively being All Might then he was simply just existing. But with you, you actually spoke to him, to Toshinori Yagi. He found himself yearning for more, even if ‘more’ meant just brief casual workplace conversation.

“I’m fine thank you, and yourself?” Gathering the warm paper from under the collection doc he organized his stack.

“Oh you know me.” You laughed. It’s true, throughout the passing weeks he had grown to know you as a workaholic, just like himself. With your coffee freshly poured you turned to exit.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” The words left his mouth so effortlessly, spilling out without giving himself time to process what exactly he’d asked.

“That’d be nice, I’d love the company.” Before his mind could spasm with embarrassment and explode with apologies for intruding, your reply stopped the thoughts dead in their tracks. Grabbing his items the two walked down the hall side by side. He no longer had to watch you leave.

The sounds of keys tapping, papers shuffling, and the occasional quiet sip of coffee filed the otherwise silent room. To compromise from your refusal before he sat in a swivel chair oppositely facing your own along with any papers not currently being worked on were to remain downward facing, as to keep some privacy. Though with his height, if he wanted to, he could easily look down at your screen. Even sitting Toshinori towered over you. Not that he would ever break the thin layer of trust you’d built together by peaking. The clock ticked on, minutes turned to hours and soon it was half past one. Yagi had finished his daily reports and scanning through his emails about an hour ago yet he could not bring himself to get up and leave. Instead he chose to sit and wait for you. The silence brought a sense of comfort. That was until a soft humming called his attention. The sound so smooth and airy if it hadn’t been for the dead quiet he would’ve lost it. Taking a quick glance down at you, still weary of possibly invading privacy, he noted your body language. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, yet your forefinger tapped to the same beat you hummed. It must’ve been absent minded. Not wanting to break your focus to ask the name of the song, as he did not recognize it, he instead gladly listened as your voice swelled and lowered to the beat your finger set.

“Alright and done” With one final mouse click you had finally finished for the night. “How are you doing over there Toshi?” Peaking over your screen you scanned his work area, everything had been stacked and paperclipped into neat piles. Looking from the stack up the man he meekly smiled down to you.

“Just finished” Not a complete lie, he had actually busied himself with organizing. Not something he typically ever had time to do, but a nice way to pass time and something his future self would be thankful for.

“Perfect, well, thank you for your company.” This was your dismissal of him, and as kindly as you worded it, it still gave him sinking disappointment. His body begged for him to say something to stall and give more time. He did not want to watch you leave, not yet.

“I'll walk you to your car if that’s okay.” Once again he found himself speaking without thinking. ‘What has gotten into me?’ He's never been this outspoken while in his weakened form.

“Oh that’s okay, I walked” This ignited a spark in him, he could feel the hidden inner All Might guiding his actions.

“It’s one in the morning and way too dangerous for you to walk home alone! Please allow me to go with you.” You were more than capable of handling yourself. Toshinori of course knew this, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Especially with the spiked rate of crime recently. At least that was his excuse for the offer, instead of his true selfishness of wanting more human interaction. You contemplated the offer for a few seconds. For anyone else to ask such a thing you would’ve found it to be creepy, but from Yagi, your quiet but friendly late-night coworker, it felt nobel. Though you knew little to nothing about the tall blonde who sat in your office, he practically radiated a sense of safety and honesty. Like the first ray of sunshine peeking through the cloud after a storm. Besides, if he tried anything with malicious intent you’d deal with it swiftly. A small smile tugged at the edges of your lips as you caved and agreed to his offer.

As the two of you awaited the next elevator cart you sparked a small conversation, curious about the man who’d taken a bit of your interest.

“So Toshinori, tell me a little about yourself.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Well, for starters how long have you been working for the agency?”

“I’ve been here since the beginning.”

“The beginning as in the opening of the department?” Your eyebrow rose in suspicion while his furrowed. Nervously fiddled with the sleeve of his cuffed shirt he knew he was about to give away his age with this next admission. Already knowing there was a bit of a gap between the two of you he hoped you wouldn’t think of him as some old geezer.

“No, the beginning as in the opening of the agency. So about ten years.” Your eyes widened with a light gasp.

‘If he's truly been here for that long then he must be some higher up, a boss, most likely a department head or upper ranked manager. I hope I’ve made a good impression. This job is critical to my career.’ You thought. Taking notice of your shocked expression, his worries flooded.

“Are you friends with All Might or something?” You teased with a chuckle, hoping he’d laugh as well to quail your own insecurities. Finally the doors to the elevator opened awaiting its passengers. Walking inside you pressed the ground floor button. Thankfully missing the way his face dropped for a split second before quickly regaining his composure. He tried to laugh with you, sounding a bit forced but still managed to convince you. Now standing beside you he felt both relieved you hadn’t thought of his age but hearing the possible connection to All Might sent a shiver down his back.

“Something like that, I know him.” You once again felt intimidated at his words. You had meant it as a rhetorical question but hearing him admit he did in fact know All Might had your mind buzzing with curiosity. “But then again who doesn’t?” Visibly relaxing you knew you’d most definitely blown his words out of proportion. He was right, who didn’t know All Might? He was the world's number one, the best of the best.

‘Surely having worked for him for over a decade I’d hope he knew him.’ Again you pushed the little part of you that spewed anxiety down.

“Ya know, I’ve worked here for almost half a year and have yet to actually meet him. Though, I can't say I'm surprised, being the symbol of peace he must be unbelievably busy.”

‘You have no idea’ The fact that he had any downtime to even sleep was a miracle. Yet, here he was, spending those precious free moments to stand in this elevator and walk you home. In his eyes, it was time well spent even if his aching body begged for his bed.

“From what I’ve seen over the years, yes, his schedule is usually packed. But who knows maybe you’ll run into him one day.” He prayed it would be under pleasant circumstances. Most people who met his heroic form were in danger or in need of help. Another mental note was made to try and squeeze in time around the office as All Might, for morality's sake of course. You hummed at his statement, allowing the comfort of silence to once again fill the air. The ding of the elevator signaled it had reached its destination.

The walk was similar to your time together in the office, quiet, but never awkward, oddly relaxing. You had begun humming again, the same song from before. His curiosity grew, without the constraint of breaking focus he had to ask.

“What song is that?”

“Oh sorry, was I being annoying?” You felt your cheeks redden, you hadn’t realized you were humming aloud, It was something you did absentmindedly. Normally you could catch yourself but with the lack of sleep it must’ve slipped past the filter.

“No, no, you sounded great, but I don’t recognize the song. I just wanted to know what it was.” Toshinori felt his own embarrassment rise, he didn’t mean to come off as rude for asking, he simply wanted to have a conversation. Looking up at the man who towered over you, an eyebrow raised and your eyes glowed with excitement, their own curiosity flowing.

“Do you like classical music?” Pondering your question, Toshinori reminisced on his limited collection of music. Recently he preoccupied the otherwise tense silence of car rides with whatever was on the radio. Not paying it much attention, just something to fill the void. In his younger years he enjoyed light rock and the occasional new wave. The only time he could recall ever hearing anything related to classical was when attending mandatory formals.

“To be honest it’s not something I've ever really listened to, but I am open to giving it a try.”

You smiled up at him, “The song was La Boheme, maybe next time I'll play it for you” His heart picked up its pace, lightly hammering against his chest. You said ‘next time’, as in these office hangouts would be a recurring thing? He definitely would not mind that. In fact, he hoped you had meant it.

“Well this is my stop, thank you for walking with me Toshi. It was really thoughtful of you.”

“Of course” Standing on your doorstep you looked back at him, it felt wrong to leave him like this; out in the driveway, walking alone down the lamppost lit sidewalk. As if there was something else that needed to be done or said, strange. You watched as he waved goodbye and began walking away. Just for a few more moments before shaking away the odd feeling.

Your nighttime routine quickly evolved,it wasn’t everyday, but most that he found himself sitting across from you. Both whittling away at the never ending piles of papers. You’d happily hum a song as time ticked by and Toshinori listened. Sometimes he’d surprise you with a coffee from the break room, made a tad on the bitter side for your liking but you’d always drink it anyways. The gesture always had you smiling, to know such simple things made you giddy, had him wishing he could do more.

At the end of the long grind out of paperwork he would always walk you home, it truly made your heart soar as this was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for you. Even if you were a hero and would 100% be okay with walking the short fifteen minutes home, the fact that he did not know this and was willing to risk his own safety to protect you caused a warmth within your chest. Truly selfless, a quality all heroes should have. Your emotions ran high, each time growing fonder.

Walking into the office you felt as light as air, despite the still stinging scratch in your throat, nothing could bring you down. You had successfully infiltrated and apprehended an underground trading ring. As an up and coming hero having your first major headliner was no small feat. Opening the door to your office your eyes immediately landed on the still steaming cup of coffee resting on the desk with a sticky note attached to the side. The cup was not the cheap styrofoam from the break room, instead the cardboard had elegantly swirly floral patterns, it must have been from a cafe.

Peeling the note off it read,

‘Won’t be in, Have a great night (y/n) -Toshi’

Although you were a little disheartened at the fact your…friend would not be accompanying you tonight, the fact that he bought you a coffee sent your heart doubling in beats. As the sweet foamed top hit your lips you could not help but acknowledge the fact that Toshinori was truly a charming man. You’d have to thank him for this sometime.

It was an odd morning, the agency had decided to schedule you for night patrol as opposed to your normal daytime route. Being at the office within its peak business rush felt nauseating, you could handle the crowded streets at the crosswalks, reporters, and flocks of fans but the overcrowded elevators and lines out the door to reach the front desk had your heart palpitating.

Typically when walking in you’d be suited up, as you’d just finished patrolling, and any left over crowds would part like Moses to the sea for you. However as a regular appearing worker you were just another person clogging the flow. All you had to do was make it to your office then things would be normal again, or so you thought. Finally maneuvering out from the crowd you found relief at last. Sitting down with a huff at your swivel chair and opening the encrypted browser it hit you, what were you supposed to do? Typically in office you’d be filling reports from the patrol but seeing as though your schedule was flipped left you scrambling to fill time. You never thought you’d be cursing yourself for staying up to date on reports until now. The only thing to do was read through your emails and hopefully, well maybe not hopefully, get called out to the field early.

Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when opening your email. The glowing red notification bell chimed and a triple digit number filled the box. Closing the tab and reopening it you find that it was in fact not a glitch, that number was real. Scrolling through the unread emails your mind began fizzling with both pure excitement and dread. From cute to weird, hundreds of new and old fans congratulated you on your recent arrest. Even some lesser known newspaper outlets and beginner journalists had sent emails asking for interviews.

An email that stood out and had you grinning from ear to ear was from a mother and son. She said that her little boy had a quirk similar to yours and that he had ‘fallen in love’ with you. Attached was a video of him. His vibrant blond hair had been styled into an outlandishly tall spike atop his head, dazzling green eyes stared up into the camera. He could be no older than eleven.

“You’re the coolest hero ever, Siren! I want to be a hero just like you! YEEEAAAHHH” He held out a peace sign as his vocal quirk activated causing the camera to shake and wobble. Laughing and being sure to save the video onto your desktop you made a mental note to send a video response encouraging the boy once you were suited up.

Of course a few bad apples left you feeling a bit grossed out with their overly sexual comments, which were promptly blocked, yet your chest swelled with pride and devotion. With the first couple dozen email replies you tried to take time to appreciate their support. However as your finger typed then deleted and retyped again you felt at a loss for words. Staring at the bouncing line waiting for your text you felt restless. Yes, of course you wanted to pour your heart out to each and every one of them but the sheer number had you overwhelmed and flustered. Already sending over two hundred emails you eyed the clock and sighed with relief, it’s almost lunch time. Before you could look back down your eyes did a double take outside the sliver of a window was a towering figure walking. Quickly sliding out from behind your desk you dashed to the door and pulled it open, managed to catch the backside of the slender built man.

Were you really about to chase after him?

With feet thudding against the carpeted floor, not quite running but fast enough to try and catch up, you tailed after him.

Yes, yes you were.

Rounding the corner you felt like an ant as you were met with a bustling swarm of people, the room was ariot of voices all merging together to create a hive minded roar. Peering over their heads on your tippy toes you finally spotted your target. Thankfully he towered over the average person. You’d have to ask him exactly how tall he was, for now you needed to sift through the hoard to even talk to him.

“Excuse me” “Pardon” “Just trying to squeeze by” “Sorry”

“(Y/n)?” Stopping your struggle, you stopped dead in your tracks, finally, Toshinori stood a few feet away. Confusion clearly read across his face.

“Toshi!” You called, waving a hand out. Somehow the man was able to cut through the winding lanes of traffic with ease and soon he stood before you in silence, an eyebrow raised but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Realizing he was waiting for an explanation as to why you had followed him your mind short circuited and snapped back to reality. Why exactly did you race after him again?

“I, uh, wanted to thank you for the coffee last night, that was really nice of you.” You felt like a bashful schoolgirl, a deer caught in the headlights, so shy and exposed. Even with your half thought out reasoning his hinted smile blossomed into a full teeth flaunting grin. A bony hand coming up to comb the spiked hair at his nape, a nervous habit he had yet to nix.

“It was no problem at all, really.” A moment of silence passed the two of you once again locked in a stalemate of bashful eye contact. Thinking on your feet an idea popped into your head.

“Would you like to grab some with me?” The tips of Toshinori’s ears and apples of his cheeks felt hot as a rush of blush spread over them. His ears heard the words yet his poor brain failed to understand their meaning, over analyzing and exaggerating the situation. Surely you weren’t asking him on a date, no, this was simply just to return his kindness. Not that he’d mind if it was, but if it was then wh-

“If you’re free, that is, I’m pretty much done with everything for now” You lied. Truth be told you desperately needed out of that office for if you read one more email your corneas would combust. Feeling rather awkward at his growing silence, your brain scrambled to make light of the situation. Knocked out of his own spiraling mind he regained his composure.

“Yeah sure, I was actually on my way out now.” He was not lying completely. His full truth was that he’d been on his way to get some much needed rest, he had been up all night tracking down a potential lead. Hurried and ready to return to his bed before exhaustion had him passing out on the way, he felt a second wind at your offer. Suddenly awake and well aware of his surroundings. “Where would you like to go?”

Your own mind pondered the depth of your offer. Did you just ask him on a date? Not necessarily, however if he wanted to think of it as one you were not opposed.

“I know a place.”

The walk was brief, just had to cross a few streets over. However, the violent whip of wind against your bodies had both of you shivering. Hastily trying to telepathically speed up the timer of the cross walk. Looking over to Toshinori you took pity on the thin male. His thin long nose was beat red and face pale aside from his cheeks which looked almost frostbitten. His hands rubbed together to try and generate some form of warmth. Shivers racked through his body, his coat and long-sleeved shirt did nothing to protect him from the unfortunate cold front that had swept through Japan. At any moment you expected him to sprout icicles. Winter was approaching with a vengeance. As an avid weather watcher you had been more than prepared for the front. With your winter coat, thick knit sweater and scarf you were faring much better. Just as another blast of wind threatened to reap the blonde's soul, a weight wrapped itself around his neck. Instantly warmth surrounded his frozen skin.

“Here, you look frozen solid” Looking down to you he watched as you stood on your tippy toes. Hands outstretched as you wrapped your scarf around him. A tender smile, the softness in your eyes coupled with the gesture had him astonished. You were so close. Bringing his own hands up he held the fabric, running his fingertips along the crocheted yarn. He felt his face warm up and not just from the scarf. He’s certain that if it wasn’t for the blood already pooling in his chilled skin he’d rival a tomato.

“Thank you (y/n)” You did not reply, instead you gave him a simple nod of reassurance. Your own cheeks turn a shade of crimson, surely just due to the cold. The signal at last changed and the couple briskly walked the last stretch.

A ‘place’ being a hole in the wall cafe located a few blocks away from the tower. Yagi never had a chance to frequent this shop as every time he was out and about it was either far too early or late and the cafe was closed. That or he was in a rush to get somewhere. Either way he just never could find the time. For you, this cafe was a home away from home. A place where you break your couple hour fast, also known as sleeping, from caffeine first thing in the morning.

Even though the staff only recognized you as Siren walking through the chiming door frame and having the delicious smell of black coffee with a hint of cigarette smoke still felt nostalgic.

“What can I get started for you?” The larger women behind the counter typically automatically rang up your order however, In civilian clothes and with a man you were unrecognizable. Though rough around the edges she was truly excellent at her craft.

“Good afternoon, I’ll have a medium brown sugar espresso please.” You started, glancing over at Toshinori awaiting his order. He bit lightly at the inside of his lip while scanning the menu. Truth be told he had no idea what he was looking at. Before meeting you he was always more of a tea drinker. Very few times had he dabbled in the world of coffee. The one he bought for you yesterday was a shot in the dark, completely at the barista's discretion.

“I’ll have the same.” You smiled up at him, you did not expect him to copy your order. You found it oddly adorable.

“Never hurts to try new things.” He sheepishly smiled back at you, the irony to be saying that over coffee given the recent enlightenment of feelings felt rather silly. Hopefully you hadn’t picked up on his hidden innuendo. However, the light blush on your cheeks and the way you quickly looked away in search of a table suggested otherwise. Picking a cozy table beside the window you attempted to calm your raging emotions. A light coating of frost coated the window, it was snowing. Taking a seat across from you, his long arms resting atop the table folding in on the other. His eyes scan the retro decor, taking everything in him not to stare at the women before him. The faint smell of your perfume and body wash wafted into his nose thanks to the scarf, which he found so fitting for you. Warm and inviting, cozy, he could drown in it. Allowing himself to steal a glance over to you, your eyes watched the small tv in the corner of the cafe. The older flatscreen showed one of the many local news channels.

Broadcasting was an overview of this week's crime report, “Several arrests have been made following the take down of a local drug trading ring at the hands of newcomer hero Siren. It is believed to be linked to a much larger operation; the case is currently still under police investigation.”

He saw the way your lips curled in a proud and determined grin as the reporter spoke of your accomplishment. His own mind felt the same. He had taken down thousands of villains yet the satisfaction of it never dulled. Seeing his fellow heroes succeed in chipping away at the tyranny of evil always made his chest swell with pride.

“She did an amazing job.” He stated, distracting you from the casting. Keeping your composure as to not give anything away you nodded in agreement. Even if he was complimenting you without realizing it you felt your heart hammering against your chest and suppressed giddiness bubbling.

A call of your name signaled your order was ready. Taking the coffees in hand you passed one to Toshi. He eyed it before taking a small sip.

“This is delicious!” He proclaimed, taking another gulp from the cup. Those few times he did try coffee had been less than pleasurable, even with the occasional splash of creamer. However, the lack of nose scrunching bitterness combined with the silky-smooth foam top had his mind soaring. You couldn’t help but giggle at the newly formed foam mustache that sat atop his thin lip. Subconsciously you had grabbed a napkin and began wiping it away. Upon realizing you had crudely invaded his personal space you quickly pulled your hand back.

“Sorry!”

Toshi once again felt heated, he could not catch a break from being flustered. He had not been touched by a woman in… He was vastly unprepared, almost intimidated at the intimacy. Your touch was tender and gentle against him. A sputtering cough wrecked through his body. Taking a napkin of his own he coughed into it for a few seconds before finishing wiping it away.

“No no, thank you. I didn’t even realize I’d made a mess.” He tried to sound confident, You responded with a nervous laugh, trying to push your own embarrassment aside.

“Ever considered growing a mustache?” He joined in your laughter. The sound of his lower baritone voice mingling with your higher pitch was music to your ears.

“Definitely not my style.” His style in question seemed to only consist of wearing clothing far too large for him and allowing his spiked blonde hair to go wild, yet somehow you still found it alluring. In its own messy Toshinori way.

“So” You paused, contemplating your next move. You’d never asked personal questions throughout all the endless nights of paperwork, keeping everything somewhat professional and surface level. Weather, the local news, or how the damned coffee maker in the breakroom sometimes spit grounds in the bottom of the pot. However, with the ever-growing flame between you two it only felt right to dig a little deeper now out of the confines of the office walls. His thin eyebrow rose, and his head tilted to the side. Stirring the contents of your own coffee cup you thought of a couple questions, again, nothing too deep yet nothing superficial.

“Do you have a quirk?” He sighed; a shot of fear ran down your spine. Had you crossed a line? Was that too personal? It seemed pretty standard in modern society to ask w-

“Unfortunately, no, I don't. Back then when I was younger it was a lot more common than it is today.” Once again, he found himself dancing around the truth. It was not a complete lie per se. “What about you?” Curious as to if you’d also white lie.

“Yes but, it’s really nothing to write home about.” Knowing that you wanted to keep your identity as Siren a secret he should not have pressed it any further, but his curiosity as to where you’d take the conversation compelled him to.

“What is it? Can I see?”

“Haha, you do know it’s illegal to use a quirk without a license.” Easy cop out, a way to evade his question without seeming suspicious. Smart.

“Alright alright, you got me there. What made you want to start working at the agency?”

“Helping people has always been a passion of mine, whether that meant becoming a hero or filling the paperwork. I’ve always been willing to do whatever it takes to protect those around me.” Another well worded reply as to not give away your true profession, Toshinori again felt a ping of pride radiate in his chest. Being a hero, he knew you had to be at least a little selfless but hearing the determination in your words and the glimmer in your eyes solidified that suspicion.

“I feel the same way. After all these years I’ve put into the office my biggest driving factor is that I'm helping others.”

The two heroes sat together until both cups were empty. Throwing away the now empty containers they began the trek back to the agency. This time you did not mind the push of the wind as it forced your bodies closer. You were so close, if he had the moxy he could reach out and hold your hand. It taunted him, every gust of strong air brought it closer and closer. Maybe if he was in his mighty form he would. But as Yagi Toshinori he felt far too shy. Part of you purposefully baited him, yet he did not take it.

‘interesting’

The days melted together as the weeks slowly ticked by. Your conjoined nightly routine meant the blond was starting to become a regular fixture in your life, not that you minded one bit. His company was always welcomed after a stressfully long patrol; it felt rejuvenating to sit down and relax while wrapping up the daily reports with him. He in turn felt the same. Of course it could not be every night but on the ones it was, both heroes felt the sparks of their blooming relationship burn.

That was until Thursday, the fourth day in a row of an empty office. It wasn’t uncommon for heroes to be out of the office for a few days, however he knew that you were not on any missions as he hadn’t assigned any. This worried him, had something happened? Initially he thought you were out on patrols, perhaps you had shifted to the night crew permanently. Looking at the schedule it was clear that was not the case. Did he scare you away at the coffee shop? He thought it had gone well, great even. Upon checking your profile he found his answer.

‘Injured in Recover. One week suspension’.

You’d been hurt fighting a group of thugs, not severely but enough to put you out of commission for a week. Yagi felt an immeasurable amount of guilt, seeing his fellow hero’s hurt always lit a fire inside him but you being hurt unleashed a whole new array of emotions.

‘But why? Why do I feel like this?’

Why did this make his hands shake and his emotions run rampant? Yes, he considered you were his friend by now, but he’d never felt this way. So raw, so charged, possessive even.

It scared him.

Monday was when he finally saw you again. It had been eight days since your injury, and you were finally cleared to come back to work.

When he initially recognized that it was you walking down the hallway a large smile graced his lips, ready to give you a warm hello. However, the way your head hung low and the bend in your posture caused it to slip away. You did not acknowledge him, you never even glanced up, instead you beelined it down the hall and made a swift turn towards your office; the door slamming shut behind you. This did nothing to quail his raging emotions, in fact it just added fuel to the inferno. He could practically feel the sadness radiating off of you. But he remained hopeful, perhaps you had a bad morning.

It was still early in the day, maybe he’d see you in the break room later gathering your usual coffee. It was not to be. He could however hear the buzz of chatter in the room. The way people openly discussed their theories on what happened to you. From an abusive relationship to villian attacks, the rumors spread like wildfire. His fist grew tight as he left the breakroom, having heard enough. He’d have to send a mass email to his department heads about workplace drama. This was absolutely unacceptable behavior.

He understood the embarrassment that came from being hurt better than anyone, as a hero you're supposed to be ‘invincible’, like nothing could possibly hurt you, yet it happened. It happened to him and he was undeniably the strongest hero of them all.

It had only been one year since his injury first occurred and all he ever wanted was for people to stop looking at him with pity, stop coddling him, stop bringing it up and just let him move on. So that’s what he intended to do with you.

As the clock struck midnight he had yet to see you emerge from your office, the only indicator that you were inside was the sliver of light escaping from under the door. The small window had been drawn closed. As he rounded the corner to check once more the sound of violins and symphony caught his attention. Only loud enough to escape under the door it still caught his attention.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked. Receiving no answer he contemplated leaving, giving you the space you seemed to demand. But, the pit in his stomach demanded to at least check on you. He had to, needed to know if you were okay. He knocked again.

“(y/n)? It’s Toshi.” The music stopped. His breath caught in the back of his throat, until finally the door opened. Standing in the half-cracked entryway you finally made eye contact with him. Finally seeing you face to face again he felt fury flow through his veins. Your lip was bruised a deep purple and split down the side, your cheek did not fare much better matching in shade and your once vibrant eyes seemed dull and puffy. He’d both seen and had worse but seeing those marks on you made his heart sink and hands wad up in a white knuckles fist. He released the stuck air, reminding himself of what he would want in this situation and pushed his concern down “Mind if I join you?”

When you first heard the knock on the door you wanted to ignore it, let whoever was there to piss off, for surely it was another coworker asking questions about your injuries. All day that’s all you heard, whispers and talks about your appearance. If you saw another pamphlet from the local health department on domestic abuse slid under your door you would actually have a meltdown. It was demoralizing and utterly humiliating. You are a hero; you're not supposed to be so weak. Your whole job is to protect the weak.

However, hearing Toshinori call from the other side made the once dampened spark of happiness light up inside you. Testing the waters to gauge his reaction you opened the door. Seeing him have little to no facial reaction and hearing his question made your tense posture slightly relax. He simply wanted to work with you again.

You opened the door wider for him to step in, like all the times before he sat his laptop across from yours and sat oppositely. You slowly took your usual seat body tense. He noticed the way you flinched when bending to sit, you must be bruised elsewhere as well. Instead of bringing up his concerns he chose to ask something else.

“Could you turn the music back on? It sounded nice.” Your eyebrows raised, looking at him for a second before hitting the play button on your phone. Music filled the quiet room. A soft solo with supporting instruments brought a sense of serenity to the air, melting away the thick tension. Toshinori had hoped to hear you hum to the beat, though unfortunately you did not. Truth be told he just wanted to hear your voice, you had yet to say anything to him. However, he did not want to push for anything more, you were clearly under a lot of emotional conflict and stress. He was simply happy to see you again.

Instead, he allowed the swell and flow of the music to fill his mind.

Your throat felt unbearably dry, definitely an improvement from last week but still the burning sensation had you reaching into your desk drawer for another cough drop. Toshinori couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down at the contents, lozenges, throat sprays, syrups and tea packets overflowed the wooden drawer. Glancing over to the wastebasket, it was filled with handfuls of wrappers, a few used tea bags and crumpled pamphlets.

You caught his eyes, the way they glanced between the drawer, the trash and finally to yourself. Yet, he did not say anything. As if having enough over the counter numbing spray to stock a pharmacy was normal. You squinted at him, analyzing, searching for a reaction to which there was none. Taking a small sticky note out of your pocket you quickly scribbled a message down and slid it over to his side of the desk.

Looking down at the note Yagi smiled.

‘The name of the song is A time for us - Nina Rota’

Taking his pen he wrote his response and passed it back.

‘The violin solo was pretty. What is the name of the other instrument?’

‘It’s an oboe, a double reeded woodwind instrument.’

He had never heard of such an instrument. The night was spent filing paperwork and passing notes recapping each song that played. A pile of sticky notes now collected on each side. He never questioned aloud your use of notes instead of actual spoken conversation, he was smart enough to put the pieces together. A vocal quirk and that amount of medication must have meant overuse of it results in lack or hindrance in speech.

Your final report was sent, and with that your last sticky note was sent his way. A small blush dusted your cheeks as you pushed it into his awaiting hand.

‘Walk me home?’

After reading the note a large genuine smile stretched up to his hallowed cheek bones. In that moment time felt as though it slowed down, just for a few seconds. With the lack of collagen and much body fat he’d seem somewhat unappealing to some, however taking a genuine look at the man before you, things started popping out like they never had before. The way his messy blond hair framed his prominent sunken cheekbones, you subconsciously wondered if it was as soft as it looked. How deep his cerulean eyes truly went, so much admiration and kindness swam within them as he looked down at you, they almost appeared to be glowing. Did he look at all his friends like this? The note being slid back broke your daze.

‘I’d love to’ You could not help the explosion of blush that spanned from your cheeks to your neck. Quickly gathering your items, you tried to hide from the blond. What has gotten into you? What had provoked such intimate thoughts?

Were you…

Developing a crush?

Nonsense, Toshinori was simply a friend of yours. A friend that you enjoyed spending time with, a friend that did not judge you, a friend that had your palms feeling sweaty and your head airy with just a smile. A friend that you had just wondered if their hair was soft or if they looked at you in a special way… Yeah, just a friend.

Your body betrayed your mind on the walk back to your house. Just like at the coffee shop you found yourself standing closer than usual, absentmindedly seeking him out. Never close enough to accidentally touch, but if either of you wanted to you could easily reach out. Almost but not quite. If he noticed he said nothing, allowing you to walk as close or as far as you wanted.

When the walk came to a close and he turned to leave, you could not help but reach for him. Toshinori was shocked, your hand was gripping his white sleeve. Unsure of what to say he turned back to face you, head leaned slightly down to study your expression. Wanting to question if you were alright, if there was something wrong, however the words never came to fruition. Eyes locked together in a silent stalemate you felt alive, energetic even, in a bold and impulsive move you sent yourself forward. Arms outstretched, to embrace the lean man with your head crashing against his chest.

Body overcoming the mind.

Time felt stagnant in that moment, despite his initial shock his own body took charge, as his longer arms fell around your waist bringing you closer. Craning his neck down to rest atop your head to fully envelope you. He reciprocated the physical affection full heartedly. The scent of your perfume and shampoo nuzzling his senses once again. Oh how he had missed it, the scarf you lent him weeks ago had long since lost the scent. The softness of your hair, the way you fit so perfectly against him, and the overwhelming sense of tranquility was intoxicating.

Hugs did not have to be inherently romantic, as he hugged his adoring fans frequently but this time it felt different. Intimate. Harmonious.

The two remained silent, reveling in the warmth that grew between your met bodies. Emotions ran rampant yet neither felt embarrassed.

Lifting your heads, eyes again looked into each other, the emotional doors were clearly open for the other to see. Longing, want, and adoration swam in both sets. The distance between slowly decreased, eyes still open, never detaching. No thoughts, only actions.

You both wanted more, to stand with the other a little longer, to allow the space between to completely close. However a buzz from his phone signaled the moment was over. Realizing the situation you both pulled away, faces a glaze and radiating heat. Neither one made apologies, however the air felt bogged down with words unspoken. Closing his eyes he sighed. Relaxing a bit before opening them again he looked back down to you with a smile, cheeks still rosy.

“Goodnight (y/n)”

“Goodnight Toshi.” Returning the grin you turned on your heels and headed up the driveway. The same guilty feeling from the first night returned.

Your relationship had changed forever that night.

Was this a good change? You were not sure, but one thing was for certain, it felt right and You wanted more. Of all the people that bowed at your feet, drooled at your magazine covers and begged for your affection, the one that managed to catch your attention was a quiet man shrouded in mystery and clothing three times his size from the office.

‘What the hell am I getting myself into?’

That night Toshinori sat atop a roof, peering over the city. He should’ve called it a night long ago however, his mind was in disarray with thoughts.

‘What am I doing with her?’

All the hours of sitting inside your office he had convinced himself he purly wanted a friendship. Just someone to occasionally talk with to quench his selfish need for human interaction. All these feelings were out of concern for a friend, simply being nice. However after tonight his resolve was faltering. Maybe the hug was out of solace, a way for you to find comfort after a rough week. Possibly. However the more he reminisced on his own feelings and the way you looked at him had that solution increasingly incorrect. He recognized the eyes of someone enamored, people looked to him with such eyes daily in his Mighty form daily but, never as his weak regular self.

The feelings he had not even realized he suppressed bursted out of him. He could deny them no longer. He wanted to be more than a friend with you. But, could he allow himself that? Could he really go through with this?

Back on patrol you finally felt like your old self again, fully healed and ready to be back in on the action. Taking the information you had gathered from the thugs you set your sights on getting to the bottom of this rabbit hole. The men were simple guards, goons, middle of the food chain. What you wanted was their employer, the top. Based on the information they’d spilled and the matching tattoos on their bodies you were clearly dealing with a deep rooted ring. Well-established and on the rise if they could afford to hire people with half decent quirks and fighting skills. Not to mention this would be the third established branch you’d snuffed out. One man kept mentioning an abandoned building, that must’ve been their headquarters, with a distinctive graffitied symbol the same as their tattoos on the door. Walking down the damp alleyways closer to where you apprehended the suspects you stuck close to the walls and quieted your footsteps. Scoping out the building you find five men standing post outside.

‘Must’ve stirred the hornet's nest’ you thought. This could be difficult. You had to be strategic about this, fighting five on one was not optimal. As a licensed hero you could not engage unless they were actively committing a crime. Just had to find evidence of illegal activity and another way in. A broken window on the second floor gave you an opening.

Controlling the frequency of your voice you produced an infrasonic sound wave to propel you onto a nearby building. The pitch was far too low for the natural human ear to pick up. Latching onto the wall you waited for the men to turn their backs, just for a second then strategically propelled yourself again, gliding through the air, you aimed yourself for the window. Successfully landing within the confines of the building with a light thud. Sweeping a look at your surroundings you analyzed the situation, luckily no one was on the floor. Hearing loud thumps race up the stairwell you darted out of sight.

“I heard something. Didn’t you?” Two more men emerged, taking a quick profile of them. You determined one was young, far too young to be in a place like this, while the other was far older, perhaps a mentor of some kind. You calmed yourself, huddling closer to the stacks of boxes you took shelter behind.

“Stupid boy, there is nothing here.” The older man swung on the boy, a solid smack to the back of his head had him stumbling forward. Landing right beside your hiding place his face lifted from the creaking wood floor. For a brief second the two of you made eye contact. Wild eyes widening in fear and mouth agape ready to scream you thought on your feet. Breathed in, focusing on the boy you whispered a command.

“Quietly leave”

The sound waves penetrated his ears as it was made only for them. His mouth shut and eyes glazed over devoid of emotion. In a fugue state he stood up, turned to the older man without acknowledgment and began walking back down the stairs.

This was your special move, how you got the name Siren in the first place. ‘The command’ as you dubbed it could only be heard by its intended target as you directed the waves directly through their canals forcing their eardrums to verberate. As long as the frequency of the pitch was just right and the subject could understand your words their mind felt compelled to follow. A hypnotized state. Your ultimate trump card to get out of any sticky situation. Though you always paid the price with each use. Your throat felt raw and scratchy. Sighing you pulled out a small bottle of spray from your utility pouch and coated your throat. The medication managed to subdue the burn for now.

Moving down the stairs, the room before you confirmed the suspicion. Tables piled high with stacks of wrapped substances, presumably drugs, with several men including the two from before taking from the stacks to packaging them into small shipping containers and stacking them onto a pallet. Several guards watching the men work, occasional barking orders with threats of punishment should they not comply.

You had to find a way to take them out without destroying too much of the evidence. With the state of your throat it wouldn’t be possible to unleash a full screech without ending up like last time. Knowing this could get sticky you clicked the side of your ear piece. A signal was sent out to other members of the agency.

All Might’s phone buzzed, looking down to the small device his thick eyebrows furrowed, causing deep creases to shadow over his gaze.

‘Siren - Stand By - Location Attached. Video Attached’

This was a non-emergency broadcast, a precaution set in place as a ‘just in case’. It was not uncommon for his contracted heroes to send signals like this, in fact it was promoted, should the situation get out of hand back up already had been alerted. However, seeing the signal from you put a bad taste in his mouth. His intuition bell rang. All complicated feelings aside, given your recent accident and being fresh off of recovery, he chose to make his way over.

He’s thankful he did.

The dilapidated building arose with commotion, bursts of flames spewed from the doorway and thunderous yells echoed into the alleyway. Bullets flew freely and ricocheted off the brick.

Unfortunately, you had only managed to take out four guards before being spotted, the ensuing firefight had you pinned against a wall for cover. The workers with heads ducked down and looks of pure terror had scrambled to escape once the battle began. The last guard inside possessed a pyro quirk. His haphazardly thrown fireballs had the shabby wooden wall you hid behind beginning to crumble. Seeing as though most of the evidence was burning to ashes a sound wave could help extinguish and knock out the man. Just had to time it in between attacks and be wary not to over do it again.

Capering out from behind the wall you took in a deep gulp of air, full of ash from the fire the air burned your lungs. Your mouth opened, and a haunting screech howled through the air. The fires extinguished and the man was sent flying through the front door.

Still cautious of the guards outside you carefully peaked around the doorframe, only to find all five bound together. The man who you’d successfully blasted lay in a groaning heap before them. His head surly buzzed as earrings rang. Stepping outside, the sun had begun dipping below the towering building painting the sky a muted marmalade. Sweeping the area your breath caught in the back of your throat in a gasp despite the ever-growing pain.

All Might stood before you, his smile wide across his chiseled face as he tied the final knot around the men. The remaining sunlight streaked out from the space between buildings painting the already vibrant man in a brilliance of light. “I’ve dispatched these evil doers. How many more are inside?”

In all the months you had been working at his agency you had yet to meet the man himself. To finally meet him in response to your direct signal had you giddy and awe-inspired. All Might rose to fame while you were in your late teens. You had watched him even in his early days in America as he swiftly became the world's number one hero. A true hero. Your hero. He was who pushed you to try harder in your early years. Through the toughest courses as UA to the years of side kicking he made you truly strive for the top. To push yourself above and beyond ‘Plus Ultra’!

“All men inside are taken care of” Pushing past the burn in your throat you swallowed back your saliva and mustered a reply through strained vocal cords.

“Great work Siren! I’ve already alerted the authorities. They should be here soon.” Together the two of you drug out the rest of the thugs from inside.

Paparazzi, reporters and fans gathered at the alleyway entrance, curious to get a glimpse of the action. With any heroic arrest or commotion they flocked. However, with All Might making an appearance they came in droves. A police barricade pushed the swarm back however sooner or later you’d have to entertain them.

A million cameras flashed and a thousand questions asked as the two heroes stood together taking the brunt of the media assault. Both you and All Might gave short brief answers to the first few questions until a woman holding a giant lensed camera pushed herself to the front announcing she was from The Musutaful Times, the most prestigious paper around, and would like a photo.

“Of course!” Before you could think, All Might's muscular arm draped around your shoulders and pulled you against his hulking body. His smile widened and his opposite hand's thumb stuck out. He stole a glance down at you, through your mask you looked at him. Seering cerulean blue locked onto you, even with the barrier it felt as though he could look through it. The moment lasted less than a second, yet it sent a shiver down your spine with a heatwave of blush rushing across your cheeks. A lopsided smile stretched across your own face as the camera flashed.

In the blinding blitz of it all you had failed to realize the fire-quirked villain had burned through his rope restraints. The rest of his gang had already been loaded up into cars leaving him the last one standing.

“You’ve ruined everything!” In a fit of retaliation, he summoned a blazing ball of fire and launched it directly at you. Quick on your feet you attempted to dodge the attack aimed at your head, however the smoldering projectile managed to graze over your face. Scorching your mask. Shaking off the initial attack you readied yourself to attack. A loud smash and burst of dusty air signaled the fight was once again over. All Might had stopped it, but what he could not stop was the flash of the cameras and the shocked gasps from the crowd as your mask fell into melted pieces. Your face was on full display. Horrified you backed away, terrified of the once adoring crowd.

“Come on” Strong arms grabbed you from behind. In an instant the ground fell away and became distant.

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justanobodywriter · 1 year

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04:04 ✦All Might - Yagi Toshinori✦

The sun just barely started to illuminate the kitchen as it started to rise. Still, no matter the time, you were up and walking around getting your water bottles ready.

"Morning," Toshinori hummed as he rounded the corner.

"Morning," you replied.

Small pecks were exchanged.

"You're up early today," you commented.

Toshi shrugged, "I couldn't sleep after you got up."

"I wish I would have known," you giggled. "I would have come back to bed."

"And skip out on our morning run?" he chuckled.

Both of you grabbed your water bottles and other things you usually took with you and headed out the door.

It was nice this time of morning. The air was crisp and just starting to warm up. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Birds chirped and sang to you as you walked by their homes in the trees.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" you asked as you looked around.

"I have class later on this afternoon," Toshi recalled his schedule. "I think I might work on my lesson plans before that."

"Will you be home in time for dinner?" you asked.

"Of course," he beamed.

Ever since he had met you, he was in love. You were the light of his world, and you felt the same way. He was a wonderful bright light in your darkest days. You both were head over heels for the other.

Mornings like these were a daily thing, but neither of you would miss it for the world. Once some small domestic conversations were shared, you both would just walk together in comfortable silence. It was a time for both of you to just be without all the other distractions and annoyances that life brought.

"I love you," you sighed out looking over at him.

He had the biggest grin on his face, "I love you too."

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Cold night

Masterlist

Order: 2

large milk tea with caramel topping and a waffle

All might x Female!Reader-only one bed

All your co-workers knew you were crushing on Toshinori and anyone could tell,except him. Which led to a bunch of awkward situations,because they would constantly try to get you to spend time around each other. Every situation kept getting more and more weird,but they never pushed it too far. Until now,you were going with everyone on a mission that required you to get out of town. Which also meant that you had to share a room with someone,and you had a feeling that they would do everything in their power to pair you with Toshinori,and they did. He was very calm about the whole thing,but that quickly changed when you reached the room and found out you only had one bed. There was a moment of silence as neither of you knew what to say.

“I’ll go check with them if they have any other rooms” He followed you to the lobby,in complete silence. You were immediately told that all the rooms were full,so you walked back to your room in silence. Neither of you said anything for a while,you were just trying to figure something out.

“I’m sorry about this,I’ll go see if I can get Midnight to change rooms” He suggested,not daring to look you in the eye. You don’t know how or where you found the confidence but you suddenly said.

“It’s fine,the bed’s big enough for us to share it”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,I’m sure”

You looked up at the clock 2:03,you couldn’t sleep mostly because Toshinori was right next to you. You didn’t want to move around too much and wake him up. The sudden feeling of the bed dipping right behind you made you realize that he was closer to you than before. You were internally panicking,until you heard a whimper and turned around to see him shaking. The second you put your hand on his cheek he woke up,clearly shaken up.

“Are you okay?” You put your hand on his shoulder,brushing back his hair.

“I’m fine” You knew that wasn’t true but you didn’t want to push it. Instead you just hugged him,he leaned into you,the only sound was both of you breathing. Your fingers brushing through his hair,he leaned further into you letting you hold him. “Y/N”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

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synthetictorii · 8 months

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Love At First Dance ✧ Dance Teacher!Toshinori Yagi

Pairing: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x reader Genre: fluff Summay: Toshinori is the new teacher at the academy and he needs some guidance that you willingly provider. Needless to say he'd like to make it up to you - and what better way than through dance? Word count: 3.7k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning... + this was a wattpad rq

Walking across the road, you regretted not putting your warm fluffy hoodie on. The cold weather hit the city only yesterday and you thought it’s not gonna be that bad so you didn’t bother to take a jacket, opting for a mere cardigan instead. Big mistake. It didn’t prevent the cold wind to chill you to the bone at all. And since it was only the start of autumn, no one thought of starting up the heating system of the school you worked in yet so the whole building was a half-freezing hell as well. How fitting, considering how many students would describe their school experiences as hellish. You smirked a bit, wondering if that’s how your students would talk about your lessons too. You rounded your shoulders, trying to warm your stiff with cold muscles. The café wasn’t even that far from the school and yet you already felt like no amount of warm-up will get you ready for the lesson. Oh well, the coffee was worth it. Fate, however, had different plans for you.

Just as the place you aimed for came into the view, so did something – or rather someone – else. A man you recognized even from far away. He had fluffy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that simply dragged your full attention to him. And the fact that his charcoal grey turtleneck hugged his sculpted body snuggly didn’t exactly help either. He looked like an angel! If only angels wore their jackets folded over their arms while carrying a little cardboard cup holder. He waved at you and you returned the gesture, rushing to meet him halfway. How he was not freezing was beyond your comprehension.

“Hey Toshi! Also lacking caffeine I see,” you teased once you were close enough and eyed the cup holder, finally noticing it was occupied by two cups. “Yeah, I thought you might want some too and hoped to catch you before you have to endure this cold. I know you grew up in warmer climate, so… yeah,” he rubbed his neck with a shy smile that made your heart flutter. “Aw, that’s so sweet! Thank you so much! I swear I’ll stay put next time,” you smiled gratefully. “I’m not your personal delivery service, you know?” he joked as he handed you your cup. You hummed dismissively and took a sip. It was done just the way you liked it. That caught you off guard and he probably noticed because he chuckled at your confused expression. “What? You thought I wouldn’t remember how you take your coffee after all these weeks?” Now it was your turn to be shy. “Well I didn’t exactly have a reason to assume so,” you smiled a little bit as you sipped the drink again.

You were not bitter, truly not. But it was such a stark contrast between you two. You on one hand never missed an opportunity to watch his lessons or just sneak a peek as he practiced. While on the other he never bothered to do anything like that or to at the very least try to get to know your dance style better. You would lie if you said you weren’t disappointed by his behaviour – you were friends, colleagues and even shared an office after all. You kept telling yourself that maybe he just doesn’t feel comfortable enough to just barge in and watch you so you offered him to help you during the class but he always politely declined. Yet here he was, remembering something so stupid like how you like your coffee.

“I’m full of surprises,” he winked you playfully. You choked on your drink, laughing as you coughed. “Where did that come from?” you said in between coughs, lips spread into a wide smile. He shrugged as he laughed himself. “I guess I’m still half asleep,” he joked, finishing his drink in a long swig. “Or maybe just slowly dying from the cold,” you muttered as you gulped down the rest of the warm liquid and were once again left to face the cold without any protection. You shivered as the freezing wind rushed past you. “Oh, I’m so stupid, I didn’t notice – here, take this,” he stumbled over his words as he put his jacket over your shoulders. The relief was immediate. You almost purred like a cat with the sudden warmth. “Are you sure? It’s not that far, I can do it,” you politely assured he was alright without his jacket even though there was no way you were going to give it back until you reached the school where you kept a warm sweater for this kind of scenarios. “I’m fine, the cold never really bothered me,” he smiled at you. “Thank you,” you returned the motion and snuggled into the warm piece of clothing.

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Finally you reached your apartment after a long day at school. You loved your job and wouldn’t change it for a world but sometimes it was too much. And with the freezing hell the building was today you were ready to take a hot shower and hit the hay.

Which was exactly what you did and now you were laying in your bed, a thick duvet covering your body from toes to chin. Your stomach was full after a delicious dinner you made and you felt content. Well, quite content anyway. You couldn’t help but feel melancholic as you looked out the window into the dark, quiet street.

It was at times like this you missed your home the most. You got over the cultural shock pretty quickly since you’ve always been interested in Japanese culture and way of life. Getting used to it wasn’t that bad, everyone was very polite, nice and you’ve found some great friends that helped you as well. But sometimes at night when it was so quiet it was unsettling you remembered the soft noise you always heard outside while growing up and the comfort of knowing that you were surrounded by people who had the same worldview and values as you.

And the parties, god, did you miss those. Every one moved in sync, body on body, moving to the rhythm of salsa and mambo. How easy it was to get lost and free yourself from everything, just dancing to the beat and meeting handsome strangers. Well the last part applied here too, only your handsome stranger wasn’t interested in dancing with you and he was no stranger. You scoffed as you thought of Toshinori. He was your very own mixed signal generator. He was nice, he was friendly and paid attention to what you were saying and actually remembered it – the coffee earlier was not the first time he surprised you with what he remembered about you.

What you admired and loved the most about him though was his passion for dancing that matched your own. That was part of the reason you always made time to watch him dance. His moves perfectly matched the songs and expressed so many emotions. The shy guy disappeared completely; it was like watching a caterpillar change into butterfly. It always made you long for his touch on your skin to rhythm of salsa, you knew he would be a perfect dance partner for you! The moves were a bit different, sure, since his style was more street dance whereas you, obviously, focused more on latin style dances and hip hop, yet you knew he was talented enough to learn from you quickly.

So why? Why did he never accept your offer to come and watch when you asked him? Could he not see how important it was for you? You huffed, he for sure was oblivious about every hint you dropped that you liked him, but he surely couldn’t be as dense? Sighing deeply, you decided to let it go for tonight. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it right now and your body craved sleep.

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Toshinori leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms. He would never guess that being teacher would also mean so much paperwork. And you weren’t in yet to brighten his day. He ran his hands down his face when there was a knock on the open door. He looked over to see his long-time friend and fellow teacher, Naomasa, standing there. “Hey, Nao,” he greeted as he pushed himself away from the desk. “Hey, still not done with those?” the other man pointed towards the many stacks of paper on Toshinori’s desk. “Yeah, [y/n] promised to help me fill them correctly,” he sighed. It always took him forever but with you it was so easy. “I recommend you make it up to her, she helps you all the time you know,” his friend said with mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Here we go again, Toshinori thought. “What do you suggest I do?” he crossed his arms over his chest; he already knew what his friend will propose. “Well, you always turn her down when she offers you to join her during a class,” he shrugged and the blonde couldn’t help but sigh. “And what would I do there? I can’t dance like she does,” he argued but Naomasa had none of that. “You can watch her, you know, everybody here does that. Just go and support your friend.” Toshinori knew that of course, literally everyone told him to go and see her class. It was one of many things he really liked about the school – that everyone was so supportive of each other and often watched others dance. With you however it wasn’t so easy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just watch the whole time. “You know why that’s a bad idea,” he pinched the bridge of his nose as his friend laughed at his misery. “So what? You like her and she likes you,” Naomasa ignored Toshinori’s doubtful look with ease, “and you’re both so confident while dancing that might finally talk about it,” he finished his lecture with a big smile, completely oblivious to his friend’s exasperation.

Before he could respond, presumably by kicking Naomasa from the office, you walked in and gave them both a questioning look. The black haired man grinned widely as he greeted you. “[y/n]! Doing great I hope?” You immediately felt suspicious about his cheery attitude. “Yeah, what’s up? Am I interrupting something?” You took of your coat and set your bag on the chair. “No, not at all, I have to run anyway! It was nice seeing you again [y/n] and Toshi, remember what we talked about,” he gave him a strict look that was slightly undermined by his wide grin. He left the office swiftly and you turned to look at Toshi who looked like he could strangle the man right now. You simply chuckled, it wasn’t the first time this has happened. “So what did he do today?” you asked amusedly but Toshi only shook his head. “Nothing really, he’s just annoying,” he sighed. You patted his shoulder supportively, “It’s alright, you can always tell your class to be extra mean to him.” He laughed at the suggestion, knowing his students would be more than thrilled to obey.

Little did you know that his mind was racing under his laughing face. Because however he tried not to accept it, Naomasa was right. He did like you, he wanted to see you dance – and dance with you – so much, only more interested after everything he heard but he was afraid. Worried that once he saw you dance, there would be no going back and he would fall too deep. And what would he do then if you decided to reject him? On the other hand, how was he supposed to function when you occupied his mind all the time?

Sighing, he decided to bite the bullet. “Hey, so, uh, I was doing these,” he said as he played with one of many papers on his desk. You looked at him curiously. “Yeah?” you prompted. He looked away for a bit. This was harder than he expected; his whole training seemed easier than this! “And I need a break so do you think I could join you in the class today?”

Now it was your time to trip over your words and blush, all shy and shocked. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling. Speak and the universe will listen, huh? “Of course! It’ll be fun!” you blurted out quickly before he changed his mind. After all the weeks you tried to get him to come he’ll just ask himself, what’s up with that? You had a hunch that Naomasa was somehow involved in this but in your experience, he never could talk Toshi into anything so who knows. Said man laughed at your eagerness, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “I’ll just watch, I don’t think I could pull off the right moves.” You waved him off. “Sure sure, whatever.” You were too giddy to trouble yourself with anything but the fact that Toshinori will finally come and see you dance. Maybe he will like it and join you too! Well, that was too good to become true but girl can dream, right? You agreed on when and you told him where and parted ways to go to your respective classes. He wouldn’t be able to stay the whole lesson but it was a little step forward.

You were ecstatic for the rest of the day. You put more energy into your moves, swayed your hips with more passion. Every song seemed to be about Toshi and you. Your mind was a mess but it was such a sweet feeling. Overall you were more cheerful and nicer to both students and your colleagues. Nemuri noticed too but said nothing – she probably guessed what was happening, judging from the shit-eating grin she was giving you. Fortunately, she kept her mouth shut and students whispered just quiet enough for you not to hear.

And finally the fated lesson came. All the students were in the dance room your class took place in and among them, leaning against the wall in the front, Toshinori. You were almost sure he was blushing. It was the first time he saw you in just your leggings and tank-top afterall. You suddenly felt shy too but this was no time for your insecurities to pop out! You greeted everyone as usually and shared your plan for today: stretching, a little repeat of the moves they learned the last time and then new steps that will finally complete the whole fast sequence of this dance. It was something you worked on for the last two weeks with them so you hoped everything will go smoothly, especially today. Though students noticed your unusual mood and impatience to start already but it looked like nobody made the connection between these changes and Toshinori’s presence.

You let the music play and went through a quick stretch session. Your muscles were already warmed from the previous lessons as was the case of most students but you wanted to make sure everyone was ready. Better safe than sorry, right? Then a shift in your playlist came, signalling that the class was about to move to the more interesting part. “Alright everyone, let’s do it!” you shouted excited as you adapted to the music.

Toshinori watched this change awe-struck. His eyes never left your body as you moved to the music. You moved in such feline way, so sensually, teasingly swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your movements were quick and precise but also slow and breath-taking when needed to be. He could imagine with great detail what you would feel like under his hands if he held you, every little movement of your muscles as his palms would slide on your skin. He had a hard time just standing there, nodding to the rhythm when your dance was so inviting he forgot about not knowing steps. He felt like he could just melt into you and follow your commands without you ever giving them aloud. He felt so robbed when his phone vibrated and forced him to leave for his own lesson. He tch’ed as he looked at you longingly. How was he supposed to teach now? It was like he was leaving a miracle in progress just to watch tv. With a soft sigh, he waved at you as he promised to do when he was leaving. He hoped you didn’t notice how much his hands shook.

You didn’t. How could you with the look he gave you? You doubted he realized, but in that moment he looked at you like you were an angel saving him from death. Such thirsty and regretful look. A shiver ran down your spine but you carried on. You can freak out about it later when the students leave.

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Once you put your mind to it again, the class ended unexpectedly soon. You thanked everyone for their attention and hard work and said goodbyes when suddenly Mineta and Kaminari raised their hands. You knew well how they could be so you raised a brow questioningly as you nodded for them to ask. “[l/n]-sensei, we wanted to ask if it was possible to have classes where we would dance with a partner,” they asked in unison. You saw Jiro giving them a disgusted look. Chuckling, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about too but I would need everyone’s consent and a okay from the principal,” you explained. It would take some effort to find more boys for the girls to dance with too, but these kids were really talented and always gave it their all so you were willing to try harder for them too. “Think about it and let me know next time, alright everyone?” you smiled as they left the room, already shouting and talking one another into being their partners. You shook your head fondly; you remembered being the same way in their age.

A soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts and when you looked up, you didn’t believe your eyes. Toshinori stood there and his eyes never left yours. It must’ve been the first time he didn’t avert his gaze from you and it was wonderful and scary at the same time. What was he thinking about? You were about to find out soon… “Teach me how to dance like that,” he said with a confidence he never showed you before. No. He did. This was the confidence he had while he was on the dancefloor. He had the same determined, passionate look in his azure eyes that shone brightly with energy. “O-okay,” you laughed is disbelief but you were so happy and pleasantly surprised you thought you might pass out.

He walked over to you and let you show him how to stand. His face turned red when he realized just how close you would be during the dance but didn’t back away how he usually would. You showed him the basic moves and saw how the shade on his cheeks darkened. “Don’t worry, it’s alright,” you chuckled as you motioned for him to join you and try himself. He was awkward, clearly hesitant to let go, so you stood behind him and put your hands on his hips. He stiffened under your palms but relaxed again when you led his movements, corrected them be more fluid. When you were finally satisfied with the way it looked, you stood beside him again and showed him how to connect this move to another, piping in with what you’ll do. He was speechless as he saw just how sensual your moves were and how passionate. He knew what your dance looks like, sure, but having you show him while so close took it to a whole new level. Yet his resolve didn’t falter if anything, he wanted to prove to you that he can get as wild as you.

When he had at least some idea with how your native dance works, you moved forward to the real test: combining your steps and dancing together. He tensed again slightly when you invaded his personal space, this time though he relaxed almost immediately. By the look in his eyes it was obvious he wanted this to work out just as much as you. In any way really – just this dance or you two being partners or even couple. Right now it didn’t matter for in this moment all that mattered was the music your bodies pressed close, swaying to the rhythm. He didn’t flinch when the music started playing and you took his hands and put them on your waist. The material of your tank top was so thin it was like there was nothing separating your skins. It would be such a nice contrast too, his creamy white skin against your tanned darker one. You tried the first few moves tentatively, getting used to his presence behind you. He did the same, hesitating when he was to move your hands along your curves but you were gentle with him, always assuring that it was alright. It wasn’t like he was doing anything intimate in the wrong sense.

Soon enough though, you both let the music consume you. There was nothing shy about Toshinori anymore, he knew what he was doing and even if the steps were rather easy for you, they were far from boring. Your energy surged to the room and didn’t hit a wall but mingled with Toshi’s, creating a mix that pushed you both to experiment, tease each other and push your boundaries. It wild, crazy, exciting and perfect you felt like you were high. You just moved in sync with Toshi and forgot all about the world in favour of the music and his skin against yours.

When the music stopped, you were both out of breath. You stared into each other’s eyes, so close to each other. Your hands were on his chest and his on your hips as you were pressed flush against him. The atmosphere was hot and heavy, almost tangible. But neither of you tried to move away nor did you say anything. No words were needed for you two to understand. This would happen again. And again. And again. Until one of you wouldn’t be able to dance anymore. And even then, no doubt, you will find a different way to connect so deeply.

#bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #toshinori x reader #all might x reader #toshinori fluff #all might fluff

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Rach hi I am humbly on my knees for another request

I am so sleep deprived and am projecting on my kind 🥰

Can I please request super duper exhausted denki and dad-might comfort 😭🙏🙏

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My Hero Academia: Re- Chargebolt

IRODKSHDISKXKDJ Duck Duck I think I needed this ask as much as you did 😭❤️ I miss just writing fluff, there's 100% going to be more~ This one's for you bestie!!!

Summary: Denki has been working overtime on his studies lately and falls asleep in Aizawas class, so All Might is called in to take care of him.

Fluffy fluff

Tw: None

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"We're going to watch this health and safety video, and I need you to take notes." Aizawa explained to the class, who all groaned in annoyance.

"Trust me I don't want to do this either. Let's just get it over with. Aoyama, get the lights please."

Off went the lights, plunging the classroom into darkness. It was winter, so no sunlight was coming through the windows either. Everyone sat staring bored out of their minds as the dull and tedious movie.

Everyone except Denki. Having stayed up all night studying, he was in a bad way. All his energy had been drained throughout the day, and now he was in a dark, heated classroom, with nothing to keep him alert but his mind.

As the boring monotone educational video dragged on, his eyes felt heavy, slowly slipping shut before fluttering open again as his brain reminded his body to keep going.

Stay awake.

He suddenly realised his eyes were shut again, quickly sitting up with a gasp. It's okay. Only a few seconds had passed, it felt like longer though. If that was just a few seconds, maybe putting his head down for a moment would be safe. Yeah. Just for a couple of seconds.

"In case of a fire, seek out... Some... Quali..." The voice on the video started to blur. What were they saying? Quali? Quail? That's a bird. So is Hawks. Is he like a quail? No, qualis can't fly. Focus!

Denki gave in, crossing his arms over his desk, using them as a pillow as he rested his head upon them. He'd take a few notes, just a few. The sound of the video started to fade as his eyes lulled closed again. A wave of exhaustion passed over him as his surroundings blurred out, fading into a peaceful silence.

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When dealing with an uncooperative... Kaminari... Remember to always... Wake up...

The voices surrounding him slowly became entwined in a confusing mess as Denki was roused from his sleep again. He felt weird. Is he still dreaming? When did he fall asleep?

"Kaminari." One of the voices became clearer, a definite point to focus on in his sleepy state. Wait. They said his name.

"Mh..." He responded with a hum, his head still buried in his arms. The video still playing overhead, and the rest of the class still taking notes.

"Come on, bud. We need to get you out of here." The soothing tone belonged to All Might. Aizawa had texted him that he needed some help with Denki. The boy wasn't in trouble, in fact, Aizawa was more worried than anything.

"M'takin'... Notes..." The half-asleep boy mumbled, his hand lazily moving as if he were holding his pen, which was stuck to his arm where he had been laying on it.

Toshi smiled sympathetically, carefully pulling Denki's chair out a little. "Yeah, very nice notes buddy. Come on, let's go." He hooked an arm around Denki's chest, lifting him from his seat, picking up his bag for him before guiding him gently outside.

"Bye, Denki." Kirishima whispered with a grin before turning his attention back to the task.

The brighter lights in the hallway made Denki flinch, squeezing his eyes shut as he whined. Toshi patted his hair reassuringly.

"Alright, buddy. Back to the dorms, okay?"

"But... I don't..." Poor Denki. He looked so lost. Still half asleep, his hair all messy and shirt buttoned up unevenly. All Might hadn't seen him like this before, it was kind of sad to see the usually so energetic boy reduced to a dishevelled rag with big purple bags under his eyes.

"Oh, my bag..." He tiredly took his bag from All Might, hugging it to his chest. "Can't lose this. 'Ts got my cool pens in it."

"Your cool pens?" All Might chuckled, deciding this would be easiest if he just carried the boy back. "How many have you got?" He asked kindly as he scooped the boy into his arms, carrying him bridal style.

Denki immediately settled into his arms, relieved to not be on his feet anymore. "Lots... Maybe... Twenty..."

"Twenty? Wooow, that's a lot. What's your favourite one?"

"Blue... No... Purple..." The blonde's head slumped against All Might's chest, still hugging his bag.

"Purple is a nice colour." All Might smiled as he felt Denki's body relax. He was glad the boy had been so eager to get better grades on his written work, but perhaps a study schedule would help to make sure he doesn't overwork himself like this again.

"Have you had anything to eat today?... Kaminari?" He looked down, realising Denki had already fallen asleep again. "Yeah, you rest up kid."

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This was the quietest Denki had ever been, just snoring quietly as All Might carried him all the way back to the dorms. He then settled the boy on the sofa in the lounge area, propping his head on a pillow and removing his shoes.

"Kaminaaari... Wakey-wakey bud." Toshi cooed, softly patting the young hero's cheek to stir him, hopefully for the last time.

Denki snorted as he woke again, a small spark of electricity circling his nose. He groaned, sitting up like a zombie rising from the dead with his mouth hung open and his eyes lazily half shut. "M'up. M'awake... Aizawa... sir...? Huh?" He narrowed his eyes, slowly realizing he wasn't in class anymore.

"Uuuh... How...?"

"It's okay, Kaminari. You've been excused from class today. Here, I made you some nice Oyakodon." All Might smiled, sitting beside Denki and showing him the nice warm bowl of fluffy steamed rice with chicken, onions, egg and Umami sauce. A nice easy quick meal to make. Nice and filling too.

Denki's eyes lit up as the smell filled his nose, his tiredness subsiding for a moment, he was starving. "Ooooh! Thank you." He smiled, carefully taking the bowl and spoon before starting to eat. "Mmh... So warm." He closed his eyes, blissfully enjoying the flavour.

"I thought you'd appreciate it. A quick meal before bed." Toshi smiled, rubbing Kaminari's back soothingly.

"Is Aizawa mad at me?... I don't even remember what we were doing in class..." He pouted, looking at his food, he didn't want Aizawa to think he didn't enjoy his lessons. He loved Aizawa and his classes.

"Of course not. He texted me to come to get you because he was worried. He knows you've been working very hard recently, and he's very proud. We all are. Sero and Kirishima both said they'd take extra notes for you." All Might smiled as he ruffled Denki's hair, making him giggle.

"Okay, good... I like Aizawa and everyone." The sleepy boy smiled, continuing to enjoy his meal. Toshi fetched him a glass of water to finish the food with. Once done, Denki yawned loudly, stretching his arms out in front of him as he squeaked at the end. "Thanks for the food." He smiled up at All Might as the man took the empty bowl from his lap and set it on the coffee table.

"No problem buddy. Now, let's- Uh?" The older hero paused, looking confused as Denki laid down again, resting his head on Toshis thigh with a content sigh. With a full belly and a comfy place to rest, Deki was already set for bed. Even more tired than before.

"Kaminari, you can't... Ah, fine." All Might chuckled, carefully lifting the boy's head and taking off his tie so he'd be comfier. He then pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over his body, and tucking it around his cheeks snuggly, grabbing a pillow for his head too, placing it in his lap.

"Mh... All Might."

"Yes, buddy?"

"I like you too... You're so cool 'n nice... Y'know?" Denki mumbled, curling up on his side, enjoying having company for his nap.

"Hah, thank you, Kaminari. You're cool too." He rested his giant hand upon Denki's head, soothingly petting his hair as he drifted off to sleep. "You're going to be a wonderful hero, Chargebolt."

The thunder boy smiled, soon falling asleep again. His gentle breathing and light snores brought a sense of calm to the busy life of this old hero. Toshi happily stayed there with him, even dosing off himself, being discovered by the rest of the class once they returned from the day's classes.

A few photos were taken before they were left to rest without being disturbed. It was the best sleep they had both had in a while.

#bnha #mha #fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff #my hero academia fluff #Toshinori Yagi #all might #Kaminari Denki #Denki Kaminari #chargebolt #denki fluff #All might fluff #seepy boys #rachi roo #dad might

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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My Number One

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Fem Reader

Summary: While stopping villains attempting to rob a corporation headquarters, the reader is faced with her greatest challenge yet, but with her love interest, All Might, on his way, he motivates her to push her limits as he's on his way, but when they think the day is saved, the reader is the one who needs to be saved...

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.9k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"You see this?" This villain trying to rob a corporation showed one of the workers a strange marking, a feeling deep in my gut telling me that this was bad, "It's a part of my quirk, and with a simple move of my hands? Boom! They're placed all over this building and if you don't take a hike? This whole building's going to collapse!"

This was really bad!

Little did that guy know I was in there, relaying the message through my earpiece to my backup, emphasizing most:

"We need this entire building evacuated, now. It can go down in a matter of a second."

"Y/N? The pro-hero?" That employee spotted me, growing more hopeful, "The heroes are here!"

Well, no point in hiding now! My quirk was force fields, and I could manipulate it however I wanted, sliding out to face the villain, I not only protect that employee but the entire skeletal structure of the building, rushing to say:

"Evacuate this building, now! More pro heroes are on the way to help! Hurry!"

The employee quickly nodded and made sure to run out of there, my eyes on the robber as he yelled:

"You damn, pro heroes! You just want this place blown to bits!"

"Not on my watch!" I never showed fear, but I was scared at that moment because of how my quirk worked. The bigger the object that I was protecting, the harder it was for me to multitask. It took too much power and concentration and considering this was basically a skyscraper, I could feel the toll it was taking on me whenever I engaged in battle with him.

"Guys! I'm going to need backup! There's more than one of them!" If things couldn't get worse, this guy had some accomplices.

My hands were too full. I couldn't do this alone. At that moment, being surrounded, my focus was to make sure that the building was okay and stable, just in case that guy decided to set off the bombs.

"Y/N! We are closing in shortly! Just keep holding them off! You can do it!"

All Might?

It was a huge relief that he was on his way, but we were more than just fellow heroes. We had a relationship, and during that time, we trained together, so he knows how my quirk works extensively.

"All Might-" I was trying not to sound so worried, but I couldn't help it. My energy was draining, even beginning to pant from it.

"I know, Y/N. It's hard for you to hold up, but don't fear! You take that pain you're feeling, and turn it into power! Remember who you are! I won't be much longer, I promise you!"

Remember who I was. Turn my pain into power. I could do this. I had to do this!

"What are you all standing there watching her for?!" Their commander was ready to act, instructing them, "There's five of us and one of her! Take her out!"

"I am Pro Hero, Y/N and I will not let you get away with this!" Toshinori always knew how to motivate me and not only was I trying to stop these villains, but I was also testing myself, controlling my force field, and taking on the four of his goons all at once!

The strain on my body was rushing toward me, but I couldn't let it stop me. Three out of the four goons were taken care of and just as I was ready to handle the last, preparing myself for their boss, I saw his hands shoot out in front of him, taking a stance:

"That's it! I hope you're ready to become rubble!"

Right as I went to charge him, his goon grabbed my leg, the boss's index finger beginning to bend, but out of nowhere, glass shattered, and a huge gust of wind flew into the building:

"Not so fast!"

Toshinori had that guy restrained in an instant, he could move that quickly! The sight of that muscular stature, bright blue eyes and blonde hair? It was a sight for sore eyes, the biggest relief I could've asked for.

"Don't think I forgot about you!" Whipping around, I managed to get his goon restrained too, shaking with deep breaths, still protecting the building, but a lot less tense now that my hands weren't so full.

"You never cease to amaze me, Y/N! Marvelous work!" His smile always filled my heart with joy, making it to my feet and hearing that the police were almost on the top floor.

"And you know that I always give it my-"

"What are you two smiling for?" Was this villain out of his mind, even while restrained, he was laughing and what we didn't notice was his goon in the mask, even with his hands together, making a sign, "You're weakened, and I know your quirk. Bet you're focused on the structure of the building, aren't you?"

How did he know my exact strategy?! I yelled out in pain while trying to cover every inch of the building, but all I heard was a laugh:

"Too late, hero! Bye-bye!"

It was from below! Directly below me! Did he manage this during our fight? The floor started crumbling beneath me in an instant, beginning to fall into debris from the explosions underneath, going to reach out as Toshinori was coming after me, but it was too late.

"Toshinori!"

As a hero, you may face death. I was at my limit, and I could feel myself giving way. I didn't have enough energy to even save myself. This was it, falling level after level, wouldn't be much longer till I reached the ground floor, a giant piece of concrete falling along with me.

I accepted my fate, watching that piece of concrete, feeling how much faster I was falling with the wind gusting under me, but I quickly had to shield my eyes, hearing above me:

"New Hampshire SMASH!"

Light beamed onto me from above, that concrete now mere pebbles, a shadow brought to the light, shining blue eyes locked onto me, a smile on Toshinori's face, reeling me into his chest with one arm, able to feel the ground crunching some under his massive weight, landing on the ground perfectly, keeping my head protected, but I saw his fist in the air, another piece of concrete falling to his fist and instantly turned to mere rubble.

"T-Toshi-" I was speechless, positive my heart had stopped.

Time was still, eyes glistening at his smile, not All Might speaking, but Toshinori as he cooed to me softly:

"You know that I would never let anything happen to you, my sweet, Y/N. Never."

For the first time, I understood why he was the number one hero, and why he was the symbol of peace. In such a dangerous situation, handling villains who were still causing trouble while restrained, and saving me from what I was sure was going to be my death, in a matter of just moments?

He is what a true hero is and to think that he was mine.

Suddenly, tears just streamed down my face. Pain from being drained, that explosion, now I think my heart was exploding! I was overwhelmed and the moment I began to cry, he held the back of my head, keeping me snug in his arms while I cried into his chest, whispering to me softly:

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over."

"All Might! Thank goodness, you saved her!"

Why did the rest of the police and heroes have to show up at a time like this?! No one knew about us, so I tried my best to suck up the tears, Toshinori keeping his composure, knowing that I needed medical attention:

"Are the paramedics here?"

"Right this way!"

One of the officers lead the way out and sure enough, press and new reporters were all over the place, but Toshinori took me to the ambulance and while in the doorway with no one inside yet, he quickly snuck in a kiss on my cheek before anyone saw, able to hear the concern and all his worries in his whisper:

"I promise as soon as I'm done, I'll be right by your side."

I only nodded so we didn't attract any attention, being placed inside and tended to by the paramedics. Luck was surely on my side today. I got some nasty cuts from the debris, but other than that, no serious injuries. As for my power draining me? Just a day's rest and a good night's sleep would solve that.

Sitting in my hospital bed, waiting for Toshinori, all I could see in my head was him flying down for me, his smile as he saved me. It was on repeat, so out of it that I jumped a little when he came rushing through the door:

"Y/N?"

"Toshinori!" I sat up as quickly as I could, just to wail at the pain, Toshinori quickly came to lay me back easy, cooing:

"Easy, easy. You need to relax. I know everything back there took a toll on you, please sweetie."

"Just hug me?" I sniffled, and with no words, he knew what I needed, giving me one of his, 'famous', comfy hugs, even with all that muscle being gentle enough so that it didn't irritate my soreness.

"Don't beat yourself up because of what happened," He always knew what was on my mind. I was telling myself that I should've been more alert and cautious, or that wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have had to put either of us into that situation.

"I can't believe I was so oblivious to his goon," I sighed, resting my head against his broad chest, being shushed softly:

"You didn't know and that's okay. You still got all the civilians evacuated, those villains are in custody, and everyone's okay. That's what matters."

"I'm sorry that I-"

"No apologizing," He picked up my head to look deeply into my eyes, needing to show how serious he was along with his words, "You know as heroes, the danger we face, but whether if I'm near or far, I will never let anything happen to you. I pr-; No, I swear. I love you, Y/N."

I hated being such a crybaby, but it couldn't be helped, not after hearing those huge words, hugging him with the last bit of strength that I had inside of me, making sure he heard back:

"I love you too, Toshinori."

"No more tears now," His smile made my tears stop, his warm, loving embrace erasing the bad feelings, the warmth of his hand against my cheek making me smile, "Don't want those gorgeous eyes of yours turning red."

"At least allow me to thank you," I said softly, thinking back to earlier, "I pushed myself to a new limit and think I discovered something new."

"Is that right?!" He smiled, his excitement having me giggle some, "As soon as you're feeling better, we'll have to train to test that out."

"I won't be out long at all. I can promise you that, love," I winked, showing him that I wasn't going to let this crush my spirit like it was trying to, having him there with me was always a help, let alone when he kissed me softly, smiling:

"Now, that's the spirit, sweetie."

#my hero academia #my hero academia fic #my hero academia fanfics #my hero academia imagine #all might #all might x reader #all might imagine #all might fanfic #all might fic #toshinori yagi #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori yagi imagine #toshinori yagi fanfic #toshinori yagi fluff #all might fluff #read and enjoy

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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All Might (Toshinori Yagi) Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for All Might! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

- MHA Men When You Send Them An Accidental Confession Text (Pt. 2)

♡ Drabbles ♡

- The Same Person? (1.2k, Fluff)

♡ Fake Texts ♡

#{☆} - important posts #{💌} - masterlists #all might x reader #all might x y/n #all might x you #toshinori x reader #toshinori x y/n #toshinori x you #toshinori headcanons #all might headcanons #all might imagine #all might fluff #toshinori fluff #all might angst #toshinori angst #toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might

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peachiebeann · 2 months

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Part Two of “Lovesick” is out!!!

#all might #my hero academia #villain all might #all smite #mha oc x canon #all might x oc #all might x reader #all might fluff #mha toshinori #mha all might #mha oc #mha #yagi toshinori #yandere all might x reader #yandere

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keepingupwithkarasuno · 1 year

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Requested by: Anon

Hello Anon! I’m glad you enjoy my blog! That makes me so happy! Here’s your edit I hope you enjoy it and continue to send in request!

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toomanyanimefanfics · 2 years

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(Plant) Dad All Might Headcanon + Mini drabble

--------------------------------------------------------------- More domestic fluff from yours truly. :) It's your typical Dad Might scenario, but instead of adopting hero students, he's got his little space full of plants that he looks after. ----------------------------------------------------------------

Headcanon

It first started as a single plant he got from a close friend at the time.

It was just a small peace lily that started out in a much smaller pot, the plant no bigger than a student's ruler length. No flowers to show its colour yet.

You could say the peace lily was a fitting plant to give to another symbol of peace to look over.

It was moved around the living spaces over the first few months, starting in his bedroom, then the living room for the sunlight, into the bathroom for the moisture in the hot summers. Back into the living room, but now in a larger pot after it started to out grow its first; It was then that it started to bud with the new soil.

The plant was nice to fill the space, but at the end of the day it was just another plant that complimented the room, not too much or too little.

After spending the first year watering and repotting a couple times, it became the start of a routine,

After finally walking back into the door of his home it was one of the first real tasks he carried out, checking the plant was okay; watering and moving it when needed.

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Drabble

Not much longer after that it became the first task in a routine that was associated with home and comfort, of relaxation and a small break of peace in a busy and stressful life routine… It then progressed to buying more plants of different kinds to place strategically in places that needed filling with pops of colour and nature. Still nothing too outrageous or overbearing. Then it became "what else can I raise?" - "what else can I influence to grow and foster into an abundant life?". Learning how to grow a baby avocado tree from a pit, to re-growing random vegetable scraps just to see what would grow roots on the kitchen counter.- And just as those plants grew themselves, so did the love of bringing in new and cheerful plants just to have something else to watch and be a part of growing. It's interesting how easily your brain quickly associates things as easy as simple sounds to whole emotions and reactions, it's the sound of keys ringing and the door mechanism unlocking. It's the sound of the light switch and then the warmth of the warm yellow light as it bounces off the white walls; Except now, the white walls are mostly covered with greenery, earthy colours and scents. Immediately the body knows it's time to relax. There's plants on the narrow window sills, tropical ferns hanging from the ceiling and climbing vines up the side of the kitchen wall. Mostly plants of heavy foliage, but there's a few calla lilies and perennial flowers in containers on the ground.

Toshinoris house had quickly become more of a garden house than just another home where he slept and carried on what work was left from the day. Slowly filling up a rather large water container and making his way across the rooms to water any needing plants. It doesn't take long but he takes his time and appreciates the quiet and restful nature of the task, without him knowing it's become a meditative part of his evenings and mornings. He used to know how many plants were in his home, now he just knows there's more than 60, but he knows he can point out and thank the first plant that started this hobby, a bright and healthy flowering peace lily that sits by the coffee table, it contends in his favourites along with the giant monstera that climbs up the wall of the living room.

--------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's note: damn I should have given him a fish pond too while I was at it…. Idk, if you’re keen on the idea, imagine him with at least a goldfish tank, maybe a cool beta fish if you’re fancy. I also wanted to make the peace lily yellow, but I don't think peace lilies come in yellow.... I also know they're considered a funeral plant by most people- and I'm sorry I still couldn't help myself, I'm taking creative liberties here people.

#my hero academia #all might fluff #dad might #bnha #all might headcanon #mha fanfiction #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #dadmight #its just dad might but he has plants now #plant dad all might #mha fluff #mha headcanons #mha drabbles #bnha headcannon #toshinori drabble

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a-little-awkward-simp · 2 years

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ALL MIGHT / YAGI TOSHINORI x FEM! READER - Memoirs of the School Mom

So this is the very first fic I've ever written :D It's pretty much just pure fluff

Hope you enjoy! c:

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: none

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Thursday 9th of October 2019

Holding a hot cup of coffee in your hand, you looked out the window that was embellished with small raindrops. The radio worked as a soft background noise. You didn’t have any classes to teach today so you decided to spend the whole day at home planning tonight’s big and important dinner. Or, to you, it was important. Young Midoriya and his mother were coming over to have dinner with you and Toshinori.

Toshinori introduced you to young Midoriya on the very first day you started your job as a teacher at U.A. It didn’t take long for you to become very close with Midoriya, and eventually you started seeing him as your son. Sometimes you two joked about you being his “school mom” or “spare mom”. It might’ve gotten a bit too real one day when he accidentally called you “mom” in front of the whole class at school. Not that you minded, but he seemed to be embarrassed by it.

You finally finished your cup of coffee and started preparing everything you needed for tonight’s dinner. You had decided to go with a high effort dinner; appetizer, main course and dessert, all with different kinds of options. Now, you weren’t exactly a master chef, but this felt like such an important and special occasion to you so, why not put in some extra effort. (Plus you were nervous about meeting Midoriya’s mom and you wanted to make a good impression as Midoriya’s “school mom”.)

While washing and cutting vegetables your mind started wandering from one thought to another, down the memory lane so to say. You thought about your entrance exams to U.A., first day of U.A., how you met Toshi there… You smiled fondly at the memories, even at the ones when Toshi was in the U.S. He always remembered to send letters to you, call you when possible and sometimes he even sent some sweets and teddy bears. And when he finally got back home, he came straight over to your place and ran into your arms.

You let your mind run wild and free deeper into the memories, looking back at the days when you were young and careless, dreaming about the future, wondering where life would take you.

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Friday 3rd of September 1986

You nervously walked towards the big gates in front of you. You still couldn’t believe you’d made it here. You passed the entrance exams with flying colors despite a couple of mistakes you made there. This was no surprise to your family though once they found out. Of course they were happy and proud, but they thought it’d be obvious that you’d make it. You were already very skilled with your quirk.

Your train of thought was interrupted when someone bumped into you lightly. You jumped a bit and turned to look at the person. Before you could see the person you heard a light thud, indicating that the person had fallen. Your caring instincts kicked in immediately and you kneeled down next to the person who had just bumped into you.

“My god are you okay?! Are you hurt? Do you need help?” you worriedly fired those questions at them slightly panicking. Offering your hand.

“No no I’m fine… Sorry, I should’ve looked where I was stepping” the person said, finally lifting their gaze to look up at your concerned face. He seemed to freeze as he looked up at you.

But so did you.

As cliché as it sounds, but for a moment it felt like the world stopped around you two. There was nothing around you, it was just the two of you, looking into each other's eyes in complete silence. Your heart felt like it had stopped, yet somehow at the same time it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. It was like you had sunk into those mesmerizing clear blue eyes. They were blue like the sky in the early morning, once the sun had fully come out from under its blankets. They were bright like the morningstar on a cold winter morning. So bright and full of life.

As you finally woke up from your daze you blushed, realizing how long you must have stared. You extended your hand even closer to him, mumbling incoherent apologies. “Good… good you’re not hurt. Come on let’s get you up”.

He finally accepted your hand, standing up and wiping off the dirt from his clothes. “Thanks… Again, so sorry about that…” He looked up at you again. “I have a bad habit of stumbling over my own feet, you know” he chuckled.

“Uh… right” you replied, not sure HOW exactly to answer such a comment. “Right uh I gotta- gotta go now. Classes” you stumbled over your words, trying to sound polite. “Glad you’re okay! Uh, see you around!” you waved at him and turned to leave before he could say anything else. If earlier you had walked quickly towards your new school, you now practically ran for whatever reason. You still had plenty of time before orientation and classes even started. Maybe you tried to run away? From the guy? Why though? He was nice and there seemed to be nothing shady or scary about him. Just a normal looking guy, with the most beautiful shade of blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You didn’t hear the boy trying to call after you.

Your mind went through a million thoughts per half a second, and now you realized how the boy looked, other than his eyes. He was super tall and he had blonde hair, a bit weirdly combed. Or maybe that’s how it looked naturally? How would you know? He seemed to be quite skinny, yet in good shape. He was overall a nice looking guy. Handsome even.

You blushed at that last thought and tried to shake off the thought of the boy, whose name you didn’t even realize to ask, and concentrate on the mission at hand: finding your class.

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You had found your class and even the perfect spot to sit. You looked around at your new classmates, wondering what all their quirks were, what they were like and why they wanted to become heroes.

After a while of sitting and waiting for the teacher to walk in through the door, you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye. Someone walked in through the door. It was the boy from earlier. You blushed instantly. He was in your class?!

You tried to look away from him, hoping he wouldn’t recognize you.

“Is this uh- is this seat taken?”

You turn to look at the source of the voice and you’re met with a familiar pair of bright blue eyes. The boy from earlier was gesturing to the seat next to you, looking at you with a hopeful expression on his face.

“U-um n-no. No. It’s not taken” you mutter out and smile at him in hopes of looking welcoming.

You were always so nice to people, especially new ones. You had no idea what got into you with this one. The moment you see someone cute all your manners just fly out through the window to god knows where.

“Uh that’s… I’m glad” he smiled back at you, looking genuinely happy and… relieved?

“I uh- I didn’t catch your name out there earlier?” you said to him.

Of course you didn’t catch it y/n! He never said it and you never asked! Why couldn’t you just speak like a normal person? He must think you’re a weirdo now. And why did you make it sound like a question just now? God!

“Oh! Right uh- Yagi. Toshinori Yagi. I was actually going to ask you the same question but… Nice to meet you…?”

“Y/n. My name is y/n. Pleasure to meet you, too Yagi” you smiled at him. This started to go a bit better now.

“Oh cool, cool…” he trailed off with that and turned to look away after a moment.

Did you think it was going well too early?

The teacher walked in the classroom and the lesson started. At least now you don't have to try and come up with something to talk about with this Yagi Toshinori next to you.

There was only about twenty minutes left of the lesson when you heard someone making a “psst” sound at you. You turned to look at Yagi next to you and noticed him holding out his other hand, holding a piece of paper in it. He gestured for you to take it, which you eventually did. You took it and checked in case the teacher noticed. You turned back to look at Yagi, but he looked towards the teacher pretending like he had been concentrating the whole time.

You opened the piece of paper and saw it had something written on it. (With really good handwriting may I add.) You read the contents of it as your heart thumped hard in your chest. Why? You didn’t know.

“i feel kinda bad about earlier and i’d like to apologize to you properly. + i’d like to talk to you and get to know you better, you seem pretty cool. so, coffee after school?”

You started smiling once you were done reading the message. You turned to look at Yagi again, seeing he was already looking at you, like waiting for your response. You nodded with a smile on your face and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up as well.

You couldn’t wait for this afternoon.

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When the class ended you waited for Yagi to be ready to leave. When Yagi noticed this, he smiled at you. You walked out of the classroom together in silence. Comfortable silence this time might I add.

“So where do you wanna go?” you asked, smiling brightly at him. “I’ll let you decide”

“Oh? Well, how about we walk around and see which one looks the coziest and nicest?” he suggested, matching your bright smile by showing his own stunning smile.

“Sure! Sounds wonderful to me” you nodded and approved his proposal.

As you two walked down the school corridors and finally down the streets of Musutafu, you talked a lot. There was never a pause in your conversation, not even one. It felt like you had known Yagi for far longer than since this morning. He already even asked you to call him by his first name, Toshinori.

Once you two finally found a coffee shop that seemed nice, you ordered and found a quiet corner where you sat.

You lost all sense of time with him as you talked and enjoyed your coffee and snacks. But so did he. You didn’t notice the other customers around you changing, coming and going. You didn’t notice how the colors of the sky changed while you kept talking, laughing and listening. You conversed about why you both decided to go to the U.A., why you wanted to become heroes, what hobbies you had and about your dreams for your future.

You noticed how dark it had gotten and that it had gotten quiet around you once a waiter came to tell you that they’re closing for the day. You both thanked the waiter and left the coffee shop.

Toshinori offered to walk you home since it had gotten so dark. You gladly accepted. Not because you were scared of walking alone in the dark, but because you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, even after doing so for so many hours.

You kept talking about this and that, laughing and joking around. You already had some inside jokes together. It seemed like you both had forgotten about the awkward start in this friendship. It had happened this morning, but to you it felt like that was ages ago, but at the same time it felt as if it happened only a few minutes ago. Time seemed to fly with Toshinori.

You finally reached your house. It made you feel a little sad, knowing you’d have to wish him goodnight now. You didn’t want this day to end. It felt so dream-like that you were scared that once you woke up, it would all turn out to be just a dream and he wouldn't be at school tomorrow, not really.

“This is my stop now”, you smiled despite the small melancholic feeling growing in your mind and heart.

“Yeah so it seems”, Toshinori responded with a slightly saddened tone in his voice but he still had a smile on his face.

“Well, goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow” you said and turned to leave when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist gently.

“Wait!” Toshinori exclaimed. He looked down at his hand holding your hand and quickly let go. He seemed to blush a little bit.

“I had a wonderful time with you today. And… I really hope that we can do that again sometime. Soon..?” he made the whole statement to sound more like a question with the last word.

“Oh I’d love that” you said, eyes shining brightly with happiness, small blush dusting your cheeks, smiling brightly at him. You seemed to glow with happiness under the streetlamp in front of your house.

“Great! Wonderful!” he said, smiling just as brightly at you. “Alright ´then I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight and sweet dreams to you y/n!” he exclaimed cheerily, waving at you, walking backwards in order to leave, but in an attempt to not break eye contact with you until you went inside.

You kept waving back at him until you could only see his silhouette. That’s when you finally went inside to your warm home. You leaned on the door for a small while, letting out a content smile, thinking about your day with Toshinori.

After your night routine, you went straight to your room and laid down on your bed. You took out your diary and started writing everything down, in much more detail than you usually wrote anything.

After you were done with that, you turned off all the lights and laid down onto your back. You weren't sleepy at all. Your mind was still occupied with today’s events, not that you minded. You smiled fondly at your fresh memories. What a lovely way to fall asleep.

Somehow you were sure that this was the beginning of something wonderful.

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Thursday 9th of October 2019

You started rolling the sushi. You were never really good at this and you often laughed about it with your husband. You did your best with these sushi though, and went beyond that.

The clock was almost 3 P.M. You still had three hours until Midoriya and his mother would be at your door. That was plenty enough. You only had to finish the sushi and the desserts. You would still have plenty of time left to change from your husband’s oversized clothes to your own, more fitting clothes.

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It took you a while to finish the sushi, but you finally made it. You decided to start working on the desserts. Now this, this was something you were good at.

You received compliments on your desserts ever since you started making them. Even as a small kid from your parents, they were kinda obliged to do that. Later on in life though, you were amazing at making all kinds of different desserts.

You had decided to bake a cake, chocolate cupcakes and dangos. You had also decided to bake bread to go with the main course. Your hand-made bread was your specialty. It was so good you could have bribed anyone with it. Or at least according to the class 1-A it was that good.

Once you were ready with the desserts, you started getting ready yourself, you still had some time, which was welcome since you weren’t sure about the outfit you were going to wear. Casual? Fancy? Maybe jeans and a blazer? That’s always quite a safe outfit to go with. You decided not to do anything special with your hair, it looked nice just as it was already.

You zoned out while brushing your hair, your eyes never leaving the eyes of your reflection. The nervousness didn't go away, but it didn’t get worse either, it stayed the same. You couldn't help but be a little bit scared thinking what Midoriya’s mother would think about you. You had no reason to be nervous about any of this, but there was just something about it. You didn’t know what. The last time you were this nervous was when you met Toshinori’s parents. Back then you were nervous about whether Toshinori’s mom would approve you as Toshinori’s girlfriend, but now you were nervous whether MIdoriya’s mother would approve you as his “school mom”.

You finished getting yourself ready and went to sit down on an armchair in your living room, waiting for Toshinori and tonight’s guests to arrive. You looked out the window watching more and more fresh raindrops embellishing it and making artwork of their own against the glass. You concentrated on the raindrops, trying to think about something else than your nervousness.

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19th of July 1992

It had been raining all day. It didn’t stop at all nor did it rain a little bit less. No, it rained cats and dogs all day. You had all kinds of plans for that day with Toshinori. You were supposed to go out for a coffee, go out for a walk and have a picnic, but mother nature had other plans for that day. But instead you two ended up having a movie marathon, eating all the food you had prepared for the picnic and snuggling under a blanket together. You weren’t complaining, not the slightest. As long as you got to spend time with him, you were happy, whether it was having a picnic or staying inside watching your favorite movies.

Toshinori had come back home from the U.S. a few days before. Ever since then he had the biggest smile on his face the whole time. He never stopped. He had told you about all his experiences in the U.S. and about what a great time he had had there, he still said that he was even happier to be home with you.

You had been together for six years now, and during those six years. It felt like it had been ages since your first meeting, but at the same time it felt like it was yesterday. Yet you two had already gone on many dates, had your first kiss, said your first “I love you”’s, graduated from the U.A., moved in to live together and been far away from each other for a year. Like everyone, you’ve both had your ups and downs and struggled through many things. You’ve also gone through things many people don’t have to go through. But despite all the struggles, you wouldn’t change a thing and your life has seemed to be constant bliss with him. You loved him and you were definitely in love with him.

You got up from the couch in order to go get more snacks from the kitchen. As you were in the kitchen going through the cupboards, you heard Toshinori get up and head to your shared bedroom. You didn’t pay much attention to it though since you were on your noble quest to find your favorite snack that you’d been saving for a little while. You didn’t notice you had gotten company.

As you turned to leave the kitchen you were met with a very familiar figure in front of you. You still jumped a little since it was still a small surprise.

“God Toshi don’t creep around like that!” you giggled and held your chest “You scared me”

Chuckling, he looked at you adoringly “Sorry love, not my intention” he trailed off.

He didn’t move. It was like he was glued to the spot and his eyes were set on you. He seemed to be at a loss for words, which was strange. Like he was too shy to tell you something. You furrowed your brows at him in confusion and started worrying a little bit. Something seemed off.

“You good?” you asked him, worrying more and more by the second. Was he upset? Feeling sick? What was it? Why was he being so weird all of a sudden? What?

“Yeah, yeah! I*m- I’m good. Uh…” he fiddled with his fingers a bit and looked at them.

The last time you saw him like this was long ago. This wasn’t normal. This hadn’t been normal for so long. Did he get a stroke? What’s happening?

He finally let out a long sigh and stopped fiddling with his fingers. He looked at you, with a determined look in his eyes.

“Y/n I-” he cut his speech. He looked like he was calculating something. There was a long pause. Or at least it felt long to you, when in reality it was probably only a few seconds.

You waited in anticipation. Your mind was racing and you were thinking a million thoughts per second, trying to figure out what it was that he wanted to say. You had an idea, but you weren’t quite sure. At this point you weren’t sure you could trust your intuition this time.

Your heart beat so hard in your chest you were sure that Toshinori could hear it.

And then, he finally continued.

“You know, there’s so much I want to say and I’m not sure I can talk that much right now I just- I want to do this now. Right now”

He took your hand in his and went down on his one knee in front of you. He took something out of his pocket; a small, black, velvet box.

“Y/n…” he looked up at you, both nervous and determined at the same time.

There was a small pause.

“Will you marry me?”

The world stopped.

Your eyes locked in the same way that they locked the first time you two met. Only this time there was no embarrassment. No confusion. No other people around you. Just the two of you, in your shared home.

You felt relieved now that you finally heard what he had wanted to say during that moment that felt like it had lasted for a long time now. Your heart kept beating hard and loud. Your breath had hitched in your throat. Tears of joy ran down your face, like the raindrops against the windows. You knew exactly what you wanted to say.

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6 months later

“I do”

You smiled wider than you already did as those words left your lips. Toshinori matched your smile with his own. He looked at you lovingly. He looked so happy. And so did you.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride”

You and Toshinori looked at each other, smiling the brightest smiles even the sun would be jealous. You both leaned in and finally, your lips met.

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Thursday 9th of October 2019

You were smiling to yourself when you heard the front door open. You stood up from your spot and walked towards the source of the sound. You were still nervous, but you were happy nevertheless.

“Hi!” that was all you said at that moment. After a second you realized that maybe you should say something more. “And welcome!”

Smooth aye?

“Hello mrs. Yagi” Midoriya greeted you.

“Please, we’re not at school now. You can call me Y/n” you smiled at him.

He nodded, smiling. He then turned to gesture at the woman next to him.

“This here is my mother”

You turned to look at the woman next to Midoriya. Even without him introducing her to you, you would’ve recognised her as his mother anywhere. Midoriya was almost an exact copy of his mother.

“Hello, lovely to finally meet you” you smiled at her and shook hands with her, bowing your head at her as well.

“Lovely to meet you, too!” she smiled back at you. “Honestly I’m a bit nervous. Visiting the number one hero and his wife’s home! How exciting!”

You noticed that young Midoriya seemed to be a bit embarrassed, but you found all this adorable and amusing in a way. Finally your nervousness started fading away.

“Please come in, the dinner’s ready” you smiled at them. The two went on ahead as you stayed to greet your husband, giving him a peck on the cheek. The two of you followed the two Midoriyas hand in hand.

You all sat down by the table that was full of your homemade goods. It didn’t take long before you already started receiving compliments on your bread -and other food you had made as well-.

The evening went on smoothly. You and Midoriya’s mom got on really well. She seemed to be an amazing mother and a wonderful person in general. She told you stories about Midoriya when he was young, how he was All Might’s biggest fan, how he wanted to be a hero and how he called you his ‘school mom’. Apparently he had told her that. It surprised you a little bit for some reason, but you found it adorable as well.

After you had finished eating dinner and desserts, it was getting late. The rain had finally stopped, but it was already quite dark outside even though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Young Midoriya checked the time and turned to look at his mother.

“It’s getting a bit late so, maybe we should start going”

“Oh? If you wish you can stay longer. It’s not too late. And there’s still tea” Toshinori said, pointing towards the kettle

“Oh no thank you. But thank you, that's very kind of you” Midoriya’s mom responded. “The dinner was amazing! Is this a superpower of yours mrs. Yagi? This is amazing” she looked at you, smiling.

You chuckled. “Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it” you blushed slightly. “I can give you the recipes if you want?”

Mrs. Midoriya’s eyes seemed to light up. “I- You- Could you really? I’d love that”

You smiled and went to get your recipe book. Once you came back you held it out for mrs. Midoriya to take. “You can have this”

“You’re giving it to me? No, I possibly couldn’t. I’ll give it back to you. Or Izuku will. He’ll give it to you once you two see each other at school. I promise I will take good care of this” she babbled.

“I-it’s fine, yes. No rush though you can keep it as long as you like. Or have it. However you wish” you started blushing yourself a little bit. You felt like you didn’t deserve this kind of recognition from her.

You didn’t see it, but young Midoriya started getting a bit embarrassed by his mom.

“That’s very kind of you m- Y/n. Mom, I really think we should get going, it’s really late and I still have things to do” he said, blushing more and more.

“Yes… yes” mrs. Midoriya said, looking at the recipe book still mesmerized.

You and Toshinori walked Midoriyas to the door and waited for their taxi to come together. Toshinori and young Midoriya went outside and talked.

“You have a wonderful son mrs. Midoriya” you turned to look at her and smiled. “He is very talented and smart. One of the best students I’ve had if I’m honest”

“Th-thank you, I’m very happy to hear that. And please, call me Inko”

You were a bit taken aback by the latter sentence coming out of her mouth, but very happy and relieved. She turned to look at his son who just kept on talking with your husband.

“You know I… Worry about him a lot. He used to get very hurt so often I…” she trailed off, but continued after a moment.

“I know it’s selfish, but I wanted him to stop his hero studies… I was so scared and worried about him. I know All Might is there teaching him and helping him but I just couldn’t help it” she sighed. “But now I know for sure that he’s in good hands” she paused and turned to look at you with a sincere smile on her face.

“I’m happy that you’re his school mom. Please take good care of him when I’m not there to do that”

You froze to look at her. You almost started crying. For some reason her words made you so incredibly happy. You really did see Midoriya like he was your son. He was very important to you. He was just as important and dear to you as he was for Toshinori.

“I promise I will” that was all you could say back to her. You were sure she knew how much her words meant to you. It felt like you both understood each other even when you only looked at each other. Right now you two shared an understanding look and smiled at each other. She placed her other hand on your shoulder.

“You are an amazing school mom” she said to you and you both chuckled at your now official title.

Their taxi finally arrived. They thanked you for one last time and said their goodbyes, then they left and drove off.

Toshinori wrapped his arm around your waist as you both kept waving at the taxi until you couldn’t see it anymore. He kissed your temple and you both went back inside.

Toshinori did the dishes and you sat by the kitchen table, looking out the window.

“You’re an amazing school mom huh? That’s your official title now right?” Toshinori said after a while.

You chuckled in response. “It seems so, yes. I really dig it though” you turned to look at him.

After you both had finished your chores for the night and were done with your night routines, you went to bed.

Toshinori fell asleep almost right after you had turned off the lights. You stayed awake though. You thought about tonight. You were happy that everything went well. You still smiled at your now official title of Midoriya’s ‘school mom’.

You turned to your side and looked at your sleeping husband. You let your mind wander and think about all the memories you two shared. You gently traced your fingers on his shoulder and drew a heart on it. You smiled at him.

He stirred from his sleep and opened his other eye a little bit. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. You gladly leaned in and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him close to you. He kissed the top of your head gently.

“I love you” he whispered and leaned his chin on top of your head.

“I love you, too Toshi” you whispered back, smiling blissfully.

You felt like the luckiest person in the entire world. You were sure you were the happiest too. You felt like that every day and every night with him.

With this in mind, you finally drifted off to sleep, knowing that you’ll wake up to a new day with the love of your life next to you.

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