#but a confused af man whose lost years and ok maybe some modern day things are kinda nice

[quirkfics]

hello dear! may i please request "rise" for all might/toshinori yagi?

Even seeing him with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that it isn't just a fairy tale. He lies in perfect repose, hands clasped, hair a golden halo around his hollowed cheeks - still breathing behind the glass. In the daylight, it's hard to tell, he almost gleams- but in the dead of night? You can hear him.

"He'll rise again, you know," you've heard the faithful say for days on end. "When we need him, when mortal toil calls to his kindly heart? He'll rise."

Maybe he will, though you've always had your doubts. Whatever enchantment, whatever quirk of fate it was that left him in eternal slumber, you don't think "mortal toil" will draw whoever he was back. Some of the glittering rubies that serve as buttons down his doublet, however?

You lift the lid, teeth clenched as it creaks. He doesn't move though, doesn't stir, not even when you tap at his chest, jumping back reflexively. You step forward, hesitant, but the first button is in your pocket as soon as you take a blade to the thread. You get through three before you notice that his doublet isn't laying flat again his ribs, that his arm is keeping something... silver? Hidden. You press against his arm, shifting it away, only to gasp when the needle pricks your finger.

"What the hell?" You grumble, pinching the needle and pulling it out of the fancy fabric- and it's just your luck, of course, that he wakes.