#headcanon about sorahiko: he is the best right-hand man you could ever ask for
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do you have any sorahiko headcannons you'd like to share? :)
Not particularly, but I do have a snippet of an 'Exes of Gran Torino Club' fic I'm having fun with:
wc: ~800 | Toshinori's POV (trying out an narration where he isn't calling Nana by 'oshishou' internally) | Lots of flirtatious implications. Working structure of this fic is 'Toshinori's No-Good Horrible Bad Evening Improves When He Remembers He Can Stir Shit Up.'
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Times like these, Toshinori is grateful that his growth spurts havenât sent him past Gran Torinoâs shoulders yet. He can still hide behind his and Nanaâs capes when the time calls for it. Like now.
Gran Torino shifts just enough that he is leaning an elbow against the grimy wooden bar, and his cape covers any gap that might reveal Toshinori. He cocks his head and greets the stranger with a warm, âHey. Havenât seen you in a bit.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â the stranger returns. Toshinori frowns to himselfâhe thinks he heard something in the strangerâs voice, but surelyâŠ?
âMonk Kongâs,â says Torino blithely.
âAh, youâre right. One of the most inconvenient men Iâve had to suffer in my life. He lectured me the whole time about a virtuous lifestyle before the cops pulled up.â Toshinori registers the slide of heavy-soled boots on a sticky floor, and he bristles at hearing the stranger sidle closer. âThink he knows one of his own lives a life of sin?â
âWhat happens when the capeâs off is my own business.â
âYet here you stand, all buttoned up.â
He canât witness in silence anymore, but heâs also pretty sure he doesnât want to see who Gran Torino might be, god, fraternizing with off the record. Nana wouldnât stand for this anyways. Heâs her successor in all the important ways, which means heâs responsible for Gran Torino not hooking up with someone while on patrol. Toshinori tugs a handful of yellow fabric, only to get blindly slapped back by a thickly-gloved hand.
âWhoâs he?â he hisses anyway.
âShut up,â Torino hisses back.
âA little tag-along?â
Gran Torino sighs, but pointedly doesnât move aside to reveal Toshinori. âIntern. Donât mind him. Some stuff you gotta learn on the job, and speaking of, Iâm here to talk about the recent break-out. Any clues as to where they are?â
âTorino-kun,â says the stranger fondly, âyou know better than anyone that information like that doesnât come for free. Canât you sweeten the pot? For old timeâs sakes?â
This is unreal. Whatâs happening? Toshinori mouths the last fragmented leading hint to himself and blanches, and he musters the strength to peek around Gran Torino. The stranger is maybe as tall as Gran Torino, but with light hair pulled back into a ponytail, an unshaven square jaw with a dark tattoo blooming across his cheekbone, and most notably, the missing joint of a pinky finger curled around the glass, the leftover stub bandaged over.
The stranger tips his head in acknowledgment of Toshinoriâs staring, and Gran Torino actually shifts position to cut off the line-of-sight.
âYouâre dealing with me,â Torino answers. âConsidering who else could be shaking you down for details, the potâs sweetened already.â He leans forward a little and tips his own head. While he softens his voice, Toshinori can still discern what he says: âIâm on a new patrol schedule. Youâre lucky I can fit a meeting with you in before I really gotta work, Arashi.â
Like hell!! Toshinori quivers angrily as Arashi laughs, low, and for no apparent justification at all (what is Toshinori learning from this experience?! That Gran Torino flirts with his informants?! That informants are acquired by dating history?!) tells Gran Torino that he only knows âTomoeâ is setting up shop in the business district.
âSheâs gotta diversify her portfolio,â says Torino disapprovingly. âI told her that sheâs too reliant on routine to carry her through the first week, and she still goes and rounds up her old bookies like the previous arrest meant nothing.â
âHey,â says Arashi, âmaybe this time she wonât use her Quirk, and youâll just let the cops nab her.â
âTomoeâs too set in her ways for that. Geez⊠Thanks, Arashi. Be seeing you.â
âGoing to leave me so soon?â
Amusement bleeds into Torinoâs tone. âMaybe if you told me about the rest of the escapees, Iâd get the job done fast enough to return. But you arenât, so Iâm off.â A break in conversation, an audible clink of ice in glass, and clearly, by the toss of Torinoâs head, he is drinking on the job--!Â
It could be worse. It could be worse. All he has to tell himself is that it could be so much worse, and Toshinori will survive tonight to tattle so, so much on Gran Torino.
The glass is set down on the bar. Gran Torino says, âLow-proof. Good. Glad to know someone takes my advice.â He turns around before he bothers to hear Arashiâs response and scowls at Toshinori, ushering him to move. âLetâs go. Roofs, now.â
 âOh, youâre done?â Toshinori says, scathing.
âRoofs,â says Torino, unbothered but more firmly. âNow.âToshinori goes, if only because he doesnât think Arashi should have additional insight into Torinoâs life. No, that man can definitely stay here, in this dingy divebar, swilling his low-proof alcohol and looking--shady! God, he doesnât think Gran Torino has anyone virtue for Toshinori and Nana to protect, but he refuses to let that interaction charge any further.
#bnha#yagi toshinori#all might#gran torino#torino sorahiko#exes of gran torino club au#shih.txt#shih's drafts#asks#anon#headcanon about sorahiko: he is the best right-hand man you could ever ask for#2nd headcanon about sorahiko:#he refused point-blank to bring toshinori along on patrols unless nana was there with him
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