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[supcrmight]

do ANY of us really deserve Hope?

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being retired hurt, but it allotted toshinori the free time that he never had, & this holiday he uses it to fly out to his — friend? lover? he’s not sure. he hasn’t told him; wants it to be a surprise, & when dave opens the door, shocked, he laughs. it’s a warm sound that juxtaposes the cold hands that hold a wrapped box; inside he would find a locket & a heart shaped box of chocolates too, of course. he flushes, suddenly self conscious, “h-hi, dave. happy valentine’s day! um, long tine no see?”

HIS LAUGHTER FEELS like heaven. It feels like he is at peace, wholeheartedly. As if the previous stress in his body was washed away from seeing him through the door.

And it was, he always had that touch on him for a long time now. It was always him, calling out to him, giving him the motivation that he had needed to go forward as a scientist, to keep working hard. To keep moving forward. 

WHEN HE WAS left, he didn’t really want him to leave. He remembers the kiss that they shared before they left and it was something he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget the feeling he had to force down for the sake of him becoming the Symbol of Peace. It would probably burden him too much if he would’ve gone through with it. After all, he wasn’t much of a fighter at all.

His expression softens, glancing at the wrapped box as he unwrapped it, feeling his face flustering, noticing it was heart shaped. Carefully, he tore at the wrapping paper, opening the heart-shaped box. He looked at the chocolates and locket and his heart sore, almost skipping at seeing it.

“Toshi...” His voice is soft, low. His face feels hot, hotter than what it was when he saw Toshi through the door only merely moments ago, “I-I love it.”

An urge to reach up and kiss him rips through his body. He is awkward at this, especially since he hadn’t romanced in years, not since he lost his wife. It’s like he’s almost never had it before. Never experienced it. Like a lost puppy experiencing kindness for the first time. 

“Please tell me you’ll be around for a while.” He hopes, no he wants him to stay. It was far too long. He wanted him here to stay. 

His body moves faster than his mind. He’s reaching up. A hand, gripping his arm, pulling his old friend downwards, capturing his lips into his own. The kiss feels like it was going on for a long time but it had been only a few seconds before he pulled away, giving a soft smile to him, “Happy Valentine’s Day Toshi.” He beamed as no one could give him the energy that he would.

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i am enlisting someone to draw all might & aizawa wearing booty shorts that say “GOD WON’T LET ME DIE”

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“they’re for you, my boy,” he grins, a plate of red velvet cupcakes in hand. there’s still flour spattered across his face, but he hadn’t taken notice, too excited to deliver the kid his goodies. with his free hand, he hesitantly reaches out to pull the boy into a hug; not as comforting as it was before, he’s sure, being all bone & harsh angles now, but that doesn’t stop him. “happy valentine’s day, my boy,” a beat, wherein he hugs a tad tighter & adds, “i’m incredibly proud of you, you know.”

valentine’s day 2k19 w/ Dadmight ( @pyrhiic |

All Might had make him cupcakes? It doesn’t seem like a foreign concept for those who had admired him their entire life. And being at U.A only strengthened that admiration. It made him realize that there were pro heroes who weren’t just symbols of peace, but those who embodied what it meant to be a decent person. “ All Might? ”

Todoroki would admit, that fight with One For All scared him, but also made him scared for All Might. Not just because he had weakened, but because losing a pro hero like him meant that they would all have to step up and be people the younger generation would have to look up to.

The boy is morbidly fascinated as he watches the hand reach out to him and it’s his body’s automatic defense to flinch away, he doesn’t because it’s his hero rather than a harsh touch meaning him harm. The hug is warm, and Todoroki isn’t sure if he should hug All Might back, but arms hesitantly rise to return the embrace, breath stuck in his throat and tears stinging his eyes. He shouldn’t cry, it made him weak, but this fleeting emotion. Of hearing I’m proud of you hit him harder than any attack that could have come his way.

He lingers in the hug just for a few brief moments before a small smile curves up the corners of his mouth. Letting go, he gratefully takes the cupcakes, head ducking as a small flush of pink scours his cheeks. ❝Thank you, All Might. ❞ his voice quiets, a quiet inhale as emotions well up and he’s left to do nothing but smile in the wake of this humble pro hero, ❝ Not just for being our teacher. But for everything that you are. You’ll always be a symbol of peace. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for this day, but we can share the cupcakes? They’re always better eaten with friends, that’s what my Okaasan says...  ❞

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as soon as the bell rung, her yellow-cladded shoes came speeding off as fast as they can. hues of rose ACCENTUATED the either sides of her puffed cheeks as her inhales became more needy for air. tiny fingers ( clutched ) the origami heart they CRAFTED in class today, keeping the rather crude drawing of what was SUPPOSED TO BE the muscled superhero and a tiny girl with the GREEN-STRIPED OVERSIZED SHIRT standing right beside it, secured and folded within the craft. upon reaching the exit gate of their school, wide obsidian orbs immediately scanned the sea of parents awaiting for their children, eager to find the blonde-haired SUPER-DAD amongst the crowd. a wide grin immediately crawls its way to her lips as soon as she sees the familiar figure. once again SHE RAN towards him, and greeted him in a warm hug. ❛ papa ! we learned all about valentine’s day in school today and . . . ❜ EYES OF WONDER then looked up to all might as she offered her folded heart to him. ❛ will you be my valentine’s  ❜

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A hug from All Might was honestly unexpected. Not unwelcome, but simply unexpected.

He’d remained behind after the final bell had rang - he’d wanted to take a moment to finish his notes from the lesson in peace and silence, the rowdiness of the dorm common room seeming unideal. He’d not wanted to forget the notes from the class, as well as writing down more notes about how he was coming along with control over One For All.

Scribbling away rather quietly - small mutters leaving his mouth, he’d never be able to break the habit - and putting down his pen after a chunk of time passed, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He was rather pleased - a successful recording of everything he wanted! Glancing to the window revealed it was beginning to turn orange with the sunset, shining some light into his eyes. Now seemed like a good idea as any to return to the dorms, a growl from his stomach in agreement that dinner would be a good call.

Standing, the chair scraping across the floor and inwardly cringing at the noise- green eyes soon landed on his Mentor, blinking in confusion. He’d…not been sat there, waiting for him to leave for the entire time, right? So engrossed in his notes; he’d not even realised the other was there in the first place.

Meekly heading over to the desk, mouth opening to begin to apologise and offer to walk him back - cut off at the first breath by arms encasing his body and pulling him close. A few seconds of confusion, stammering nonsense before he remembered he’d better return the hug; arms wrapping so gently around him. He was always cautious about where the scar was.

Relaxing a little as the hug went on, his head turning to glance upwards as much as he could. His mentor was so much taller than him, even in true form. “N-Not that I d-don’t like the h-hug, All Might….b-but why?”

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[heartfulmind]

the former number one hands a festive box to the boy with a bright smile; inside are homemade chocolates shaped like cats, & nestled on top of them is an action figure that is an exact replica of the boy, scarf & all. each hero has to have an action figure, don’t they? his grin widens impossibly further, & he reaches out to give a fond tousle to the kid’s hair, “happy valentine’s day, my boy, & again, congratulations on your promotion. i’m proud of you; you’re going to be an incredible hero.”

          Deeming All-Might a ‘former’ is nothing but criminal; his golden heart makes him irreplaceable. Before him, he sees a delicacy, a pillar with a chipped surface, yes, but it still stands. Every scratch, any damage to its surface was only deserving of respect. When this relic of a man presents him the gifts of acknowledgment and a heartfelt thought, Shinso experiences awe in levels he could never imagine. It knows no bounds.

          “Oh, All - Might … Tell me, did you made all of this?”

Eyes don’t restrain an awestruck gleam upon beholding the sight of the shape the chocolates took and the impossible, a figurine of himself. How did he obtain such a thing? It wasn’t like he did the remarkable. Perhaps, he thinks, that this hero went out of his way to commission this model, or maybe, it was crafted out of the very hands that delivered these items. He reached out for the treasures with a delicate sort of hold, a hold that didn’t dare ascend into an embrace lest he’d crumble the presents with the amount of emotion that overtook him.

          “You put Valentine’s Day to shame with how much heart you have.”

[supcrmight]

‘ please smile. ’

* // EMOTIONS RUN HIGH || @pyrhiic

‘I want to smile . . . . LIKE ALL MIGHT. Even when it gets rough, he ALWAYS smiles in the face of danger!’

But Izuku didn’t feel like smiling right now. Didn’t feel like FORCING it right now, not after everything, not after . . . He handled All Might’s retirement the best his could, his idol stepped down from his pedestal and shifted power, he was on the verge of basically being QUIRKLESS once more - but THIS? This. A conversation about All Might’s death wasn’t anything he wanted to have anytime soon. He was aware their job was dangerous, he was aware the drawbacks of being a HERO, he’d seen it too many times, mourned the loss of heroes left and right but every single time? All Might remained a stagnant figure overhead, watching over them, PROTECTING them. And while he may have stepped down, at least he was still HERE, at least he was still by Izuku’s side. 

But apparently not for very long.

All Might, like all things, is coming to an end. He knew this, of course he did. Everything dies, that’s the laws of nature, but he’s had this strange feeling for the longest time now. And it HATES it, reality is staring him in the face and he just wants to YELL and scream and CRY. Here All Might was, seemingly OKAY with the fact that he’s going to die, the acceptance was written all over him. How he held himself, how he spoke about what happened. And Izuku just felt a larger lump grow in his throat. Tears well in his eyes as he stared at the other, listened to his words, his brain was RACING, struggling against time, trying to think of something ANYTHING that might one day bring him harm. And how Izuku might be able to stop it.

Even now, with All Might trying to hold his muscle form, nearly BEGGING him to smile, he can’t. He doesn’t know if he even has the STRENGTH. it almost feels like he can never smile again - and while he knows that’s not true - in that moment? It almost feels like it. Izuku’s entire world was crashing around him, YEARS of his life lay buried in his chest, admiring All Might, watching All Might, reading and learning from All Might, and he didn’t know how to feel, wasn’t sure what to do. How could he live in a world without All Might?

What could he do?

“I. . . I can’t.” Not now, not in this situation, even though that’s what he wanted, THIS was what he’s always wanted to smile against -- HIS OWN SADNESS. “I want you to be able to see me say ‘I AM HERE’, I--” He swallowed the lump in his throat, crushed the pain in his chest, “I’ll BEND fate so that you’ll be able to see it!!”

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          ; AND THANKS AND CHEERS fill his ears  ( the sounds of joy make his stomach churn but don’t quite ignite his anger as they had his more immature days )  as he stands with his hood pulled far over his head under the lamppost down the street, watching the scene unfold. Some civilian women had recognized a man made of skin and bones as the savior of the nation - the retired Symbol of Peace - and just needed to sing his praises loudly and shrilly enough to make Tomura glance over his shoulder. 

      “ look who it is... ”  he mumbles to no one in particular, dry, red eyes glaring at the scene he happened by. He wasn’t even searching for the damn man and now he sees him   ( his frail, disgusting body that never should have been able to best his sensei - )  at a random moment in public, completely unprotected.   ( So the former Symbol feels cocky enough to roam freely even now.... clearly he doesn’t take this world’s villains and their hatred of him seriously enough... )

      ; THE WOMEN LEAVE THE DISGRACED hero be, smiling and chatting along their way leaving Tomura to stare at his figure from afar.  ( so easily could Tomura turn him to a pile of ash, so easily could he run over there and end it all, so easily... ....and yet... )  Tomura turns his back to the man in the distance and faces ahead.  ( ahh, not now, not now when his plan is going along so smoothly... no need to risk getting caught now... Tomura was a leader now. )  He’ll be sure to follow the hero once he moves far enough away, just for a bit of information and perhaps another opportunity, but for now he’ll bear a bit more patience.

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‘ not today. i won’t let it defeat me. ’

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    it’s funny.

    all might was a hero when hizashi was a kid taking classes at u.a.. hizashi used to watch news feeds about all might when he was training to get into school. all might was, for as long as hizashi can remember him being a hero, pretty much untouchable -- he was the perfect image of what a hero should be, all smiling confidence and incredible power. the poster boy for what all the kids at that entrance exam wanted to be. he never seemed to falter, and he never seemed to doubt, and hizashi wasn’t exactly looking into following in his steps as a close-up-and-personal, brute-force kind of hero, but he always did admire that optimism.

    and now he’s sitting in the teacher’s lounge, watching all might’s gaunt, emaciated figure as he tilts his head up towards the mounted television, all those scrolling headlines questioning u.a.’s position, questioning all might’s future as a hero, questioning the framework of hero society as a whole. it’s not a great time, for anyone at u.a., really, but for no one more than all might, who’s just had his true form broadcast to the entire country and is learning how to deal with the fallout.

    when hizashi first met this all might, the one he sees before him now, he was shocked. not to discover that all might had suffered -- all heroes suffer; he knew that before he ever became one. but to discover that he had suffered so profoundly and so secretly, and to discover the well of grimness underneath the smile...it made you see things in a new light, anyway.

    but all might was never any less of a hero for it. the fact that he had lost so much and still worked so hard to be the same symbol to the public that he had always been, with the same smile -- that’s worthy of a whole new kind of respect, if hizashi’s any judge.

    and the thing that’s funny is that -- despite how different he seems now, the man sitting across from hizashi, from the idealized hero on his posters as a teenager, the thing that hasn’t changed is the thing hizashi’s always admired most about him: his unrelenting resolve. his willful optimism.

    hizashi’s been one impulse away from grabbing the remote and switching the damn tv off for several minutes now, and at the most recent talking head’s pointed speculation about all might’s condition, he does just that, pressing the off button with force so that the screen goes dark mid-rant by the newscaster. fuckin’ gossips, most of them, anyway; he may be pro-media himself, in a general sense, but he knows the difference between real positive media output and sensationalist journalists who just want to piggyback off of other people’s problems for a few more hits. 

     but all might’s quiet statement distracts him from his annoyance on all might’s behalf, and he looks over. he’s seen all might down, seen him grim, seen him worried, seen him clearly struggling with guilt, but he likes what he sees here, the resolve that endures. he gives a slow nod, leaning back into the cushions. “anyone who thinks anything different’s kidding themselves,” he offers. “the way i see it, nothing’s defeated you yet. you’re still a hero. for most people out there” -- and he waves a hand to encompass their general vicinity and beyond, the campus and the city surrounding it and, you know what, the world surrounding that, too -- “i bet you always will be.”

     because he can never not be in motion very long, he slips an empty keyring from his pocket and starts spinning it on his finger, watching its rotation. “they can replace you as number one hero, but who cares about numbers? you still make people believe in themselves. believe they can be saved.” and he shoots a lopsided grin in all might’s direction. “you’re hope, yeah? for the rest of us heroes too. and i don’t mean, like, the abstract concept, right, because i get you’re into that ‘being a symbol’ thing, but, you know, i think the person you really are is an even better example than any image you put out there. the all might they’re showing on tv now” -- and he gestures to the dark screen, which had so recently been showing images of all might’s true form, hero outfit hanging loose on a frame that refused to go down -- “is pretty much the strongest person i know. i’d pity the fool who thinks they can defeat that.”

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        the initial cry for an adult is largely accompanied by the quick little pitter - patters of slippered feet scurrying along hardwood at an alarming rate  ;  manic,  desperate,  and not horribly unlike a dog marathoning to its dinner bowl from across the house.   it’s an absolute masterpiece of narrative,  really,  and is only complemented further when a sharp crescendo indicates that denki has successfully rounded the corner after a few stumbles to bring himself into sweaty,  sheet - white view.

        ❛     SENSEI SENSEI SENSEI SENSEI SENSEI ! ! !   sensei,  please,  you gotta hurry  ----  it’s seriously an emergency!!     ❜    he’s a frantic flurry of tears honing in hot to tug all might along by the sleeve,  somehow finding time amidst panic to fight the internal indecision of which action steers his rather frail teacher to the scene of the crime faster  :  pushing,  pulling,  or scuttling around him in circles as the older man makes his own way there at whatever pace he so chooses.

currently,  denki is taking all three options out for a test trial.

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―valentine’s day. it was a date, a day she loved oh so much when she was young, but as she grew older, as time passed, a distant melancholy-pink haze repeated in her mind, on this date, burdening her. leaving a wide open wound between her breasts. she’d wiped away her tears, tender hands caressing an old photo, a not so subtle burn in her hollowed out chest, her throat tightening . . at least . . this is how it usually was for the poor widow. 

but this year was different.the painful memory was no where to be found, buried somewhere deep, somewhere where it couldn’t be found in her mind. forgotten. it’s time to move on. to be happy.

the woman’s focus was on something, no, someone else. the ex-symbol of peace, toshinori yagi. silk dyed lips curling into a gentle smile, hearing him speak, laugh, && smile so genuinely around her, it’s been so long since she felt this way towards someone . . would you call this . . love ? is this what love is ?(  is it love ?  ) she wonders. after all, love isn’t just you against the body of another, some may even confuse this feeling she has with lust. but she recognizes it all to well. this is love. there’s no denying it.

summer green iris’s, bright && green like leaves in the sunlight would watch. listening to the man as he spoke to her. the dusting of carmine red on his cheeks not going unnoticed to the woman, as he seemed to act a bit . . shy towards her, especially today. could it be because it’s valentine’s day? the day of love? a day you spend && give gifts to that special some one? that he had took her out today on this special date ? && is spending it with her ?

❝ inko-san ? is something the matter ? ❞

(  i love you  ) ❝ oh ! i’m sorry ! i must of been spacing out ! i’m okay ! ❞ the woman would frantically apologize, (  infinite, infinite, infinite  )

The date would continue, the two doing relatively simple things, like going to small shops, a cat cafe, && pet shelters. giving animals there much needed love. of course, they didn’t leave without getting a dusting of pet hair on their clothing. most of this time is filled with laughs, but occasionally, a small break for the man when he needed a moment to collect himself. to catch his breath && regain himself when he’d have a small coughing fit if he were to laugh a bit too hard. if any recognized him, then there would be quiet whispers that were barely noticed, though most kept to themselves as they were attending to their own dates

eventually the day would slowly draw to an end. it was time for them to part ways, as they both were getting tired due to age && having things needed to be attended to the next day, such as work.

glaucous green eyes would look at the ex symbol of peace, a smile playing on her face. using a hand, the mother would use a hand to gesture him close, to lower himself. crouching down innocently, it was clear he wasn’t expecting nor had any sort of idea she was going to do this. the curious innocent expression toshinori gave her only encourage inko && her restless heart.

❝ close your eyes && hold your hands out. ❞

her face would warm, as he did so. trembling fingertips would hover over his hands, && inko would lean forward, gently pressing a kiss to his lips, quickly that is, her hands resting within his palms. almost immediately, salted ocean blue eyes would snap open, retracting himself away as his face was quickly dressed in a bright red blush. coughing && spurting out blood as if his mouth was an openwound itself, his fingers getting slick with the crimson liquid. barely able to sputter out inko’s name.

❝ i-i’m sorry toshi ! are you okay ? ❞

even if he may have gotten some on her, just concern for him was written all over her features (  much like when he had to stay the night her home  ) as she’d pull out a handkerchief for him to use. slightly panicked, worried of making him uncomfortable&& causing the man to hack up blood. (  even if it was somewhat common, didn’t make her any less worried for his health !  )

❝ i just- i wanted to- . . h . . happy valentine’s day . . ❞