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Understanding (Toshinori Yagi x MS! Reader)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Multiple Sclerosis! Reader

Synopsis: Toshinori would always notice little things you did ever since you two met. But he never wanted to infringe on your personal life at work, so he never asked. But as you begin to date, he finds that he can’t hold back his curiosity and you decide that it is time to tell him.

Author’s Notes: As I’ve said before, I have the chronic illness that I am writing about in this one-shot. So I will directly adapt some of my experiences and habits into this, minus the fact I was diagnosed late last year while the reader is implied to have it for years. People experience MS differently, so I doubt this will be exactly like anyone else’s experiences. But I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

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Toshinori’s intense gaze on his paperwork broke when he heard an all too familiar alarm blaring from your phone. His tired blue eyes trailed towards you, who sat a few desks away doing your set of paperwork. The alarm went off every day at the same time, without fail.

Every time it did, you would reach into your pocket, retrieving a bronze pocket watch-like item. Toshinori’s seen it a million times before and remembers the design on like the back of his hand. You pressed a small button at the top of it, causing the lid to pop open. Inside was a collection of capsules, white and yellow in colour. You took one of the tablets, making sure to sip your water next to you before returning the pill case to your pocket. 

It’s a habit he’s seen so many times, but never questioned it. He never thought it was his place to do so. Especially when he first met you, work was work, and he wasn’t going to intrude back then. Even now, he still couldn’t bring himself to ask you, although you two began dating recently. He thought it was too soon.

“Is something wrong, Toshi?” 

The blond snapped out of his trance as you spoke, tilting your head at your boyfriend. He blushed, waving his hand dismissively. “No! No! I was just checking up on you, that’s all!” He sputtered, attempting to sound sure in his tone. 

Deciding not to question it, you smiled softly at him before returning to your work. 

Toshinori sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He continued with his work but would continue to glance in your direction every once in a while. 

This wasn’t the only time that Toshinori’s curiosity was poked. It continued to happen as your relationship continued to develop. He even began to notice habits he’d never seen before. 

There were occasions that you stop what you were doing to clench your right hand, always the right, even shaking it at some points. Toshinori observed your agitation with a small frown on his gaunt face. The hero in him wanting to help in some way, but he still had no idea how to. 

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?” He inquired, looking down at you with furrowed brows. 

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” You chirped, smiling like you weren’t frustrated a moment ago. “Just tired, a lot of work recently.” You reassured him, resting your head on his arm and nuzzling against him. Toshinori smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. 

He reached for your hand - the one you clenched - threading his fingers with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

It’s a simple action. But it said so many things to you. Reminding you of what Toshi didn’t know. You returned the squeeze, continuing to bury your face into his arm. 

Yet another confounding moment for the former symbol of peace. Should Toshi ask you? If so, how should he ask? Poor Toshi pondered as he looked down at you. You looked normal on the outside. Eyes as bright as ever, smile as genuine as ever. Nothing appeared to be different since he first met you. So why was he just noticing all of this now? Maybe it was because you were dating that he was more perceptive? 

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Most of it was spent running his spindly fingers through your hair, holding you close to his deflated form as if he was still trying to shield you from something. You’re the one he loved, if something was ailing you - powers or not - he was gonna protect and help you.

~***~

None of this was lost on you. No, you noticed all of the curious and concerned glances from the beginning. You never commented on them, it was something you were used to. 

To the world around you, you were perfectly fine physically, and everything you were noticing was simply you overthinking something. That’s what you thought when this all started. It was all the things you were overthinking. 

You were 18 when you were diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. You’ve been handling it for years now and had it well under control nowadays. At most, days of fatigue and a few headaches were your worst enemies along with the symptoms that have stuck despite the healing inflammation. 

Having it for so long, many of the things that Toshinori saw as odd were the most normal of things to you. 

Glancing in his direction, your brows furrowed. You should have told him by now. You were even advised to discuss this with any significant other about your condition when you have one. But why haven’t you told him yet? He had a right to know, didn’t he? 

You would be correct there. But you kept shoving the thought aside whenever it emerged. Why? Well, cause Toshi seems to be in a worse condition than you! The man has literally lost his stomach and part of his respiratory system! For god’s sake, you were still intact and functioning. 

You didn’t want Toshinori to have any more on his shoulders when he already had so much. You loved him and tried to help him in any way you could. You were the one that was supposed to be worrying about him! 

Running a hand through your hair as you leaned back into the couch. Don’t stress. Don’t stress. It isn’t gonna help, You told yourself, removing your hands from your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Only breaking your stare when you heard the front door opening. 

“(Y/n)? I’m home!” Toshinori exclaimed, the jingle of his keys following as he put them away along with his coat. 

You smiled, standing to greet him at the door with a warm hug. But you immediately halted upon seeing the enclosed folder in his hands. Too large to be standard mail. Your MRI scans. Toshinori held it out to you, and you hesitantly accepted it, holding close to your person. 

“It came as I got home,” Toshinori informed you, his brows furrowed and his eyes glancing away. As if he was contemplating something. “May I...?” 

“Can we sit down? To talk.” You cut him off, returning to the couch. Toshinori silently followed you and sat beside you on the couch. You kept your gaze away from him as you attempted to formulate your words, only to pause when Toshinori placed his hand on yours.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.” He whispered, concern evident in his tone as he gently squeezed your hand. 

You stared down at your joined hands, returning the gentle squeeze he had offered you. You sighed as you gathered yourself before looking up at him, hoping to keep a brave face. But the sight of Toshinori’s blue-eyed concern caused you to freeze again. 

“Toshi... I have MS.” 

The weight lifted off your chest with the release of your seemingly simple statement, allowing you to finally take in a deep breath. 

However, Toshinori’s expression had shifted from concern to confusion. “What...?” He whispered. 

Lips forming into a small ‘o’, you were reminded that you often needed to explain your illness to others. You couldn’t fault anyone. You had barely heard about MS until you were diagnosed and that opened up a new world view for you. Though, as a big part of your life now, sometimes that awareness slips, but it is your world.

“Multiple Sclerosis,” You clarified, but seeing your partner’s remaining confusion, you continued. “My central nervous system attacks itself. The lesions it leaves can affect different things.” Retrieving the MRI scans from the envelope, you held it up to the light. 

The small image slices of your brain lit up thanks to your living room light. Tilting the sheet to allow Toshinori to study it as well. Following the image sequence, the deeper it got into your head, the more white spots appeared on the brains image. 

Toshinori remained silent as he attempted to count the spots. But his whirling mind kept ruining that for him. This was happening to you, and he didn’t know, he didn’t know a damn thing was happening. Sure, he recently had his suspicions, but from Day 1 you appeared to be in tip-top shape. 

Turning to your partner, your brows furrowed upon seeing his own doing the same. Placing the MRI scan on the table, he hesitantly grabbed his hand. “Toshi...” You began. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Toshi interrupted, his head tilting downwards. His hand clenched around yours, undoubtedly attempting to coax the answer. 

“I didn’t think it important...” You answered weakly. 

“You... didn’t think it was important...?” He said, confusion evident like his voice like he trying to process your words, over and over again. “This is your health. How is your health not important? To you or to me.” He pushed, raising his head to look at you. 

You couldn’t deduce the look in his eyes. Was he angry? Hurt? You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t if you tried. “I have it under control, Toshi. I’m on my medication, I go to my MRIs, I book my own appointments, and I go to them.” You hung your head, running a hand through your hair. 

“I’m not the pro-hero forced to retire. I’m not the one coughing up blood. You need more care than me. I don’t want you worrying for me while I’m worried about you.” You concluded, barely brave enough to glance at him.

“(Y/n)...” Toshinori whispered. 

“I’m sorry! I should have told you! I just didn’t want to worry you!” You broke, burying your face in your hands, muffling your words. 

“(Y/n), look at me... please,” Toshinori grabbed your hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Looking up at him, you were met with teary blue eyes. 

“I really do wish you told me sooner.” He began, collecting your hands together in his, holding them together like he was in the middle of a prayer. “I love you (Y/n). I want to be there for you whenever I can. I know I’m far from the healthiest man in the world and I can’t be the Symbol of Peace anymore. But I can still be your hero, I’m here to care for you and love you no matter what. I’ve been worried sick for you the past few weeks because I didn’t know if something was happening. But I’m relieved to know now.” 

You pent up guilt, and his words brought you to tears. “To-Toshi...” You whimpered. He gently shushed you, wrapping you in his spindly arms. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you whispered; “Aren’t I supposed to being taking care of you?”

Toshinori chuckled, pressing a kiss your head. “It’s my turn to take care of you, dear. We take care of each other. I’m here for you no matter what, that’s what I promised you when I told you ‘I love you’ the first time. No problem is too small, all of it is important because you are important to me. You understand?” He queried, rubbing your back gently. 

You nodded with a soft ‘yes’, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I love you so much. But Toshi?”

“Hm?”

“Stop speaking like a poet. My heart can’t take it sometimes.” You giggled into his neck, smiling against his skin. 

Toshinori chuckled, “I can’t help it, you bring it out in me.”

The two of you were left in comfortable silence, you slowly released one another to sit comfortably on the couch. After organising the MRIs, you stood up to make some food. But Toshinori grasped your wrist, stopping you. 

“I really do mean it (Y/n). I’m here for you just as you are for me. I plan to be for years to come.” The blond promised.

“So do I, Toshinori.” Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his. Sealing your promise.

[succulent-momma]

@kirika-ahmya-detective-fauna Oh, this was so beautifully written. This made me so emotional and tearful. ‘Cause it reminded me of when I had to tell my now husband about my chronic illness & mental health issues for the first time.

And it was so hard because I felt like a broken thing, like he wouldn’t want me cause I was spoiled goods. I felt so ashamed about my mental health and how I was always feeling pain and miserable. I didn’t understand why someone so young could be so sick. And that made me so insecure and fearful. I didn’t want to sit down and tell him.

I was and still am so tired of feeling sick. Of always feeling like I was a burden. I felt that it was wrong of me to feel and be that way. And I felt fear that he would leave me, and it would have been justified (at least in my mind) for him to leave. Because who wants spoiled goods, right?

And then he was so understanding, he struggled to learn about it and about how to help me but he stuck with me through it. And still sticks with me through it. And it was so, cathartic to know someone loves you so deeply and supports you so readily. To know that no matter how much pain or how shitty I feel, I am loved. It’s so freeing and it makes me cry every time I think of it.

There are so many ups and downs but it has been such a good relationship. And seeing that here written so beautifully and realistically, made me feel so warm and happy. Beeing able to see myself and my husband in this was so refreshing and so special to me. This is why representation is so important, it makes us feel supported and seen. That we are not alone.

So, thank you.

Thank you for writing this without romanticizing the illness or making it pitifull or embarrasing. Thank you for being so honest in this, I know it isn’t easy. This was so great to read and it was so respectful and so candid and I just cant find enough words for what I feel. In short, it’s amazing.

I rarely see representation written so well about chronic health struggles, especially the ones that are invisible to the eye. SO thank you, a thousand times thank you.

If you ever feel frustrated or need someone to talk, feel free to slide into my msgs. I will give you all the love and support that I can.

Once again, THANK YOU.

Understanding (Toshinori Yagi x MS! Reader)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Multiple Sclerosis! Reader

Synopsis: Toshinori would always notice little things you did ever since you two met. But he never wanted to infringe on your personal life at work, so he never asked. But as you begin to date, he finds that he can’t hold back his curiosity and you decide that it is time to tell him.

Author’s Notes: As I’ve said before, I have the chronic illness that I am writing about in this one-shot. So I will directly adapt some of my experiences and habits into this, minus the fact I was diagnosed late last year while the reader is implied to have it for years. People experience MS differently, so I doubt this will be exactly like anyone else’s experiences. But I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

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Toshinori’s intense gaze on his paperwork broke when he heard an all too familiar alarm blaring from your phone. His tired blue eyes trailed towards you, who sat a few desks away doing your set of paperwork. The alarm went off every day at the same time, without fail.

Every time it did, you would reach into your pocket, retrieving a bronze pocket watch-like item. Toshinori’s seen it a million times before and remembers the design on like the back of his hand. You pressed a small button at the top of it, causing the lid to pop open. Inside was a collection of capsules, white and yellow in colour. You took one of the tablets, making sure to sip your water next to you before returning the pill case to your pocket. 

It’s a habit he’s seen so many times, but never questioned it. He never thought it was his place to do so. Especially when he first met you, work was work, and he wasn’t going to intrude back then. Even now, he still couldn’t bring himself to ask you, although you two began dating recently. He thought it was too soon.

“Is something wrong, Toshi?” 

The blond snapped out of his trance as you spoke, tilting your head at your boyfriend. He blushed, waving his hand dismissively. “No! No! I was just checking up on you, that’s all!” He sputtered, attempting to sound sure in his tone. 

Deciding not to question it, you smiled softly at him before returning to your work. 

Toshinori sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He continued with his work but would continue to glance in your direction every once in a while. 

This wasn’t the only time that Toshinori’s curiosity was poked. It continued to happen as your relationship continued to develop. He even began to notice habits he’d never seen before. 

There were occasions that you stop what you were doing to clench your right hand, always the right, even shaking it at some points. Toshinori observed your agitation with a small frown on his gaunt face. The hero in him wanting to help in some way, but he still had no idea how to. 

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?” He inquired, looking down at you with furrowed brows. 

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” You chirped, smiling like you weren’t frustrated a moment ago. “Just tired, a lot of work recently.” You reassured him, resting your head on his arm and nuzzling against him. Toshinori smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. 

He reached for your hand - the one you clenched - threading his fingers with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

It’s a simple action. But it said so many things to you. Reminding you of what Toshi didn’t know. You returned the squeeze, continuing to bury your face into his arm. 

Yet another confounding moment for the former symbol of peace. Should Toshi ask you? If so, how should he ask? Poor Toshi pondered as he looked down at you. You looked normal on the outside. Eyes as bright as ever, smile as genuine as ever. Nothing appeared to be different since he first met you. So why was he just noticing all of this now? Maybe it was because you were dating that he was more perceptive? 

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Most of it was spent running his spindly fingers through your hair, holding you close to his deflated form as if he was still trying to shield you from something. You’re the one he loved, if something was ailing you - powers or not - he was gonna protect and help you.

~***~

None of this was lost on you. No, you noticed all of the curious and concerned glances from the beginning. You never commented on them, it was something you were used to. 

To the world around you, you were perfectly fine physically, and everything you were noticing was simply you overthinking something. That’s what you thought when this all started. It was all the things you were overthinking. 

You were 18 when you were diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. You’ve been handling it for years now and had it well under control nowadays. At most, days of fatigue and a few headaches were your worst enemies along with the symptoms that have stuck despite the healing inflammation. 

Having it for so long, many of the things that Toshinori saw as odd were the most normal of things to you. 

Glancing in his direction, your brows furrowed. You should have told him by now. You were even advised to discuss this with any significant other about your condition when you have one. But why haven’t you told him yet? He had a right to know, didn’t he? 

You would be correct there. But you kept shoving the thought aside whenever it emerged. Why? Well, cause Toshi seems to be in a worse condition than you! The man has literally lost his stomach and part of his respiratory system! For god’s sake, you were still intact and functioning. 

You didn’t want Toshinori to have any more on his shoulders when he already had so much. You loved him and tried to help him in any way you could. You were the one that was supposed to be worrying about him! 

Running a hand through your hair as you leaned back into the couch. Don’t stress. Don’t stress. It isn’t gonna help, You told yourself, removing your hands from your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Only breaking your stare when you heard the front door opening. 

“(Y/n)? I’m home!” Toshinori exclaimed, the jingle of his keys following as he put them away along with his coat. 

You smiled, standing to greet him at the door with a warm hug. But you immediately halted upon seeing the enclosed folder in his hands. Too large to be standard mail. Your MRI scans. Toshinori held it out to you, and you hesitantly accepted it, holding close to your person. 

“It came as I got home,” Toshinori informed you, his brows furrowed and his eyes glancing away. As if he was contemplating something. “May I…?” 

“Can we sit down? To talk.” You cut him off, returning to the couch. Toshinori silently followed you and sat beside you on the couch. You kept your gaze away from him as you attempted to formulate your words, only to pause when Toshinori placed his hand on yours.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.” He whispered, concern evident in his tone as he gently squeezed your hand. 

You stared down at your joined hands, returning the gentle squeeze he had offered you. You sighed as you gathered yourself before looking up at him, hoping to keep a brave face. But the sight of Toshinori’s blue-eyed concern caused you to freeze again. 

“Toshi… I have MS.” 

The weight lifted off your chest with the release of your seemingly simple statement, allowing you to finally take in a deep breath. 

However, Toshinori’s expression had shifted from concern to confusion. “What…?” He whispered. 

Lips forming into a small ‘o’, you were reminded that you often needed to explain your illness to others. You couldn’t fault anyone. You had barely heard about MS until you were diagnosed and that opened up a new world view for you. Though, as a big part of your life now, sometimes that awareness slips, but it is your world.

“Multiple Sclerosis,” You clarified, but seeing your partner’s remaining confusion, you continued. “My central nervous system attacks itself. The lesions it leaves can affect different things.” Retrieving the MRI scans from the envelope, you held it up to the light. 

The small image slices of your brain lit up thanks to your living room light. Tilting the sheet to allow Toshinori to study it as well. Following the image sequence, the deeper it got into your head, the more white spots appeared on the brains image. 

Toshinori remained silent as he attempted to count the spots. But his whirling mind kept ruining that for him. This was happening to you, and he didn’t know, he didn’t know a damn thing was happening. Sure, he recently had his suspicions, but from Day 1 you appeared to be in tip-top shape. 

Turning to your partner, your brows furrowed upon seeing his own doing the same. Placing the MRI scan on the table, he hesitantly grabbed his hand. “Toshi…” You began. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Toshi interrupted, his head tilting downwards. His hand clenched around yours, undoubtedly attempting to coax the answer. 

“I didn’t think it important…” You answered weakly. 

“You… didn’t think it was important…?” He said, confusion evident like his voice like he trying to process your words, over and over again. “This is your health. How is your health not important? To you or to me.” He pushed, raising his head to look at you. 

You couldn’t deduce the look in his eyes. Was he angry? Hurt? You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t if you tried. “I have it under control, Toshi. I’m on my medication, I go to my MRIs, I book my own appointments, and I go to them.” You hung your head, running a hand through your hair. 

“I’m not the pro-hero forced to retire. I’m not the one coughing up blood. You need more care than me. I don’t want you worrying for me while I’m worried about you.” You concluded, barely brave enough to glance at him.

“(Y/n)…” Toshinori whispered. 

“I’m sorry! I should have told you! I just didn’t want to worry you!” You broke, burying your face in your hands, muffling your words. 

“(Y/n), look at me… please,” Toshinori grabbed your hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Looking up at him, you were met with teary blue eyes. 

“I really do wish you told me sooner.” He began, collecting your hands together in his, holding them together like he was in the middle of a prayer. “I love you (Y/n). I want to be there for you whenever I can. I know I’m far from the healthiest man in the world and I can’t be the Symbol of Peace anymore. But I can still be your hero, I’m here to care for you and love you no matter what. I’ve been worried sick for you the past few weeks because I didn’t know if something was happening. But I’m relieved to know now.” 

You pent up guilt, and his words brought you to tears. “To-Toshi…” You whimpered. He gently shushed you, wrapping you in his spindly arms. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you whispered; “Aren’t I supposed to being taking care of you?”

Toshinori chuckled, pressing a kiss your head. “It’s my turn to take care of you, dear. We take care of each other. I’m here for you no matter what, that’s what I promised you when I told you ‘I love you’ the first time. No problem is too small, all of it is important because you are important to me. You understand?” He queried, rubbing your back gently. 

You nodded with a soft ‘yes’, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I love you so much. But Toshi?”

“Hm?”

“Stop speaking like a poet. My heart can’t take it sometimes.” You giggled into his neck, smiling against his skin. 

Toshinori chuckled, “I can’t help it, you bring it out in me.”

The two of you were left in comfortable silence, you slowly released one another to sit comfortably on the couch. After organising the MRIs, you stood up to make some food. But Toshinori grasped your wrist, stopping you. 

“I really do mean it (Y/n). I’m here for you just as you are for me. I plan to be for years to come.” The blond promised.

“So do I, Toshinori.” Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his. Sealing your promise.