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Well This is Strange and Unexpected [Toshinori x Reader] [Part 2]

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Summary: Toshinori struggles with your unfavorable opinion of his heroic alter-ego, but tries his hardest to impress you on a second date! Now… how do people date again?

4,537 words | SFW

“Wh-wh-what are you saying? You don’t like All Might?”

“I am just so tired of how everybody loves him! ‘I got the All Might special-edition action figure.’ ‘Well I got his autograph,’” you parrot in a mocking tone. “Whoop-de-friggen-doo. And he’s such an annoying showboat—like, I appreciate the crime he stops, but half the time he’s just striking a pose in front of news cameras shouting some dumb catchphrase. Go catch a bag guy and quit bragging about it! But you know what pisses me off most of all—all the swooning and fangirling. Why are so many women even into him?! All those beefy muscles are so ugly, he’s like an upside-down stack of potatoes! Who likes that?”

Toshinori is just staring, slack jawed, at you. Like you kicked his puppy.

“Sorry for going off like that, I shouldn’t tear apart something you obviously like.”

Is what you should have said.

Instead, you inhale, and, “Another thing! He’s not even edgy, or interesting—there’s no depth there, he’s just… all powerful and perfect? It’s so boring! All flash and no substance. If I was going to root for a hero, it’d be someone like Eraserhead. So dark and gruff, never putting himself in the spotlight, letting the work speak for itself.”

“I… I’ve gotta go.” He stands robotically and walks toward the door. Oh, shit. Your heart sinks.

“Wait!” you run after him and grab his arm. “I’m sorry. I was being mean. It’s just, All Might stuff is everywhere and it feels like I can’t escape it,” you laugh. “But if you’re a fan, that’s OK. I won’t make fun of him. I really am sorry.” He finally turns around to face you.

“I meant the phone call. I gotta go. Emergency.” He holds up the glowing screen.

“Oh.”

He smiles and pats you on the head. But he’s more subdued than he was a minute ago, and there’s a pain in his eyes when he looks at you that wasn’t there before. He probably did take it really personally when you insulted his hero. Idiot.

“Do you really think All Might is ugly?” he asks quietly, gathering his things by the door. “There’s nothing appealing about him at all?”

“Like I said, you’re my type.”

He lets out a quiet, almost melancholy breath of a laugh. He turns to you, and wraps his long arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. It’s not a particularly passionate hug—his touch is so light, he’s barely making contact at all—but he’s tall enough to rest his chin on top of your head.

“You’re a strange one,” he whispers.

You close your eyes and breathe him in. He smells a lot like iron and convenience-store floor, actually, could be a lot more romantic. But you feel content so close to this scarecrow, with his soft bangs hanging down and brushing your skin. You almost let out a whine when he finally pulls away.

“So, will I see you again?” You ask, nervous about the answer. He couldn’t have been that serious about that All Might stuff, right? But if you chased him off, at this point, it might break your heart.

“Definitely.” A wide grin splits his whole face as he strikes a heroic pose. “My debating skills cannot be defeated! Next time, I’ll convince you All Might is the greatest hero!”

“Oh my god, get out of my house.”

 ****

Toshinori couldn’t believe it. Today of all days. First he wore himself out doing hero work in the morning. Then USJ was attacked and he pushed past his limit to rescue his students, nearly died, and once again reduced the amount of time he can remain in his muscle form. On top of all that, now, today of all days is when a couple of everyday bullies decide to hassle him.

He just had to go for a walk instead of getting a cab straight home. Had to stop to pick up medicine, even though it was already getting dark. Were such simple things really so hard for the number-one hero now?

He would laugh if it weren’t so pathetic.

It wasn’t like this had never happened before. Every once in awhile some delinquent singles him out, expecting a weak target, but even in his weak form, on a normal day, he would easily dodge and evade them, quickly diffusing the situation.

But today. Today he was done. He had already gone beyond what he had to give, and gone beyond that again, and he was out.

There were plenty of witnesses in the store, but nobody was going to stop to help, just pretending they couldn’t see. He was practically invisible in this form. Nobody cares what happens to some creepy, worn-down old man. It’s better this way, anyway. What kind of hero would he be if someone got hurt rescuing him?

This was really going to happen. He was really going to have his ass kicked by some random jerks. How had he fallen so low?

Then you appeared.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from putting yourself in danger: he could barely move. That kick caught him right in his weak spot, the old wound Nomu had already agitated earlier that day. A sickening, warm gurgling of fluids squished in his lungs, making each breath a battle against the encroaching darkness.

Run away. Just run away!

You obviously weren’t a hero, you didn’t have any training, that was clear in the way you carried yourself. But you were brave. Brave enough to piss those guys off. You just kept telling them off like you had no sense of self-preservation, until—he saw one of them about to throw a punch at you, and his nostrils flared in anger. He would have to—have to force himself to transform, no matter how it would hurt him, no matter how many people would see. He couldn’t let this happen—

Then you did something his pride would never have let him consider: you just started shrieking.

It worked. You saved yourself, and him, though it was even more humiliating than letting himself get beat up. There he was, suffocating on his own blood where anyone walking by could see what a helpless weakling he was… and now there was a girl bawling loudly on that same floor, drawing everyone’s attention to the intensely embarrassing scene.

Time to crawl into a hole and never show his face again?

He had to hand it to you though, you knew what you were doing. You forced all the silent spectators to admit they were paying attention—forced them to get involved. You had the heart of a hero, all right.

Everything after that seemed to happen so fast. Losing consciousness, learning that you had risked your well-being once again for him with your quirk. The shame he felt, seeing you suffering the same symptoms he was. Then suddenly, you were asking him out?

He was used to getting attention all the time in his muscle form, but in his true form, he was so invisible he could transform into All Might in public and nobody ever noticed. Like there was nobody standing there before All Might magically showed up.

His head swam dizzily when you said that he was your type. How could you be serious? But it seemed you were, even though he had been nothing but helpless. Even though you were coughing up blood because of him. What in the world were you seeing?

You were so boldly affectionate with him—though every time you did something unreserved, you started turning red and shaking, like you were acting with your heart before your head could talk you out of it. Even his hideous scar, and the frustrating health issues he doesn’t like to burden others with, you accepted without even a moment of disgust or fear. You reached out and touched it without thinking, and then blushed. It was so cute.

Being adored and praised as All Might was easy to brush off, but this? He had never had someone pressed against his body so affectionately as this drained husk. As the thing he was slowly becoming, permanently. There was at least one person who still saw him. He could get used to that feeling—that warmth in his chest. 

Then his phone rang—that custom ringtone he recorded himself! For a moment, he thought you were putting it together: the blond hair, two long bangs, the eyes, the voice.

But no, instead he got an even bigger shock. You don’t like All Might?!

How can he go out with someone who doesn’t like All Might? He is All Might!

Obnoxious? Ugly?? SHE PREFERS AIZAWA?!?!

Nope. That’s it. That is more than he can take.

But then there you were, pulling at his arm with those puppy-dog eyes, apologizing. You didn’t mean anything against him. You just didn’t know. You couldn’t know. He can’t blame you for having an opinion about a public figure. Even he had to admit his public persona could be a little… much.

He checked the caller before dismissing it. It was Nezu, so it probably was important. Not exactly a lie. It’s a shame to leave early, but he didn’t want you to know how shaken he was.

To be honest, he’s been starting to resent All Might a little, himself. He used to be that brawny, handsome hero, but now… now it’s just a mask he puts on. A flashy act for the crowds, and they eat it up, while his real self is overlooked and treated like a punching bag. Of course he resents it, just a little.

It’s actually kind of tickling that you prefer him this way. Pretty soon, it’s all he’ll be.

But he is All Might, too! If you only knew him better, you would realize how awesome he is! After all, All Might is the same person you had a wonderful evening with, laughing and watching movies—the same person you wanted a second date with. Yes, he’s sure you would like all of him if you got to know him! He’ll win you over!

 ****

“Next time, I’ll convince you,” he said. Next time.

After 15 minutes, you get a text from Toshinori’s number. “Oh good, did he make it home safely?” you wonder.

It’s a short essay about All Might.

Ping!

Another text from Toshi. Also about All Might.

Ping!

Did you know crime rates fell by over 20 percent since All Might debuted?

Ping!

His confident demeanor isn’t just showboating, it’s about instilling confidence in—

Ping!

Look at this video of All Might rescuing puppies! PUPPIES!!

You shake your head and laugh, a warm smile on your face. Hero fanatics may be annoying, but Toshi is kind of adorable. It’s so wide-eyed and innocent how much he loves—

Ping! Ping! Ping!

Yeah, never mind, it’s annoying. You text back a single message:

lol.

You can practically hear his internal screaming from across town. You snicker. He was right, you are a little devious.

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Toshinori was as busy as he said he’d be. After the flurry of texts, it was over a week before you heard from him again. You thought he might want to watch the U.A. Sports Festival together, since he was such a fan of hero stuff (and All Might would be involved this year—eye roll), but he said he had too much to do.

You wondered if that was true, or if he could hear your eyes rolling through the text message. Maybe your snarky response to his hero obsession had spoiled things, and he’d keep on making excuses until you took the hint.

But a day later, he called back (yes, called—who does that?) and apologized so vehemently, you knew he meant what he’d said all along. He was just busy. But he was going to have some free time over the next week, and wants to see you again!

He shows up at your door with a bouquet of pink, white, and periwinkle flowers in his hands, wearing an oversized blazer and tie. It’s like he’d watched an old Fred Astaire movie to figure out what people on dates are supposed to look like.

“Aww, Toshinori!” you clasp your hands under your chin. “What did I say about marriage? You’re not here to propose, are you?”

He looks down at himself, then at your casual attire. “I overdid it, huh?”

“You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

“I’ve been told it’s a problem of mine,” he scratches the back of his head, giving a lopsided grin.

“No, it’s adorable!” You take the flowers, brushing your fingers against his, and bury your nose in the fragrant petals. You look up at him with a sultry, playful gaze. “Though… I might need to change into something more formal now, or it’ll look like I hired you.” A fountain of blood shoots from his mouth.

You drop the bouquet and throw your arm under his shoulder in case he falls, the other hand instinctively placing itself over his scar, the source of his affliction. He jumps back with surprising agility, as if evading an attack.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t use your quirk on me again. I’m much better today—the bleeding is always going to happen, so don’t push yourself.”

You hold your hands up in surrender. “OK. I wasn’t going to. Probably. I definitely won’t now. It’s really a regular issue?”

He nods. “I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

“No, no, I was just curious.” You take his hand and lead him inside. He explains his condition, while you find a vase for the flowers. He takes off his jacket and tie, folding them over the arm of the couch. With just a white button-up, he immediately comes down to a more casual level, better matching your outfit. He throws his arms wide to ask, “What do you think?”

You think he looks slender and gorgeous, and just disheveled enough that you want to comb your fingers through his hair, and just dapper enough that you want to undo one more button.

“Perfect!” You throw finger guns at him, “Just a couple of slobs out for a date!”

 ****

Unfortunately, he has a reservation at a fancy restaurant. Very fancy. One of those places where the floors are marble and everyone wears black. Now you feel way under-dressed, and wish he’d warned you that’s why he was dressed so nice. You don’t even want to look at the prices on the menu.

You had hoped this date would be more exciting, considering the first one started with a brawl. That was a real ice-breaker. Here, the atmosphere is so quiet and formal, you’re almost afraid to speak, and a tense silence builds between you. Toshinori doesn’t seem to be having a great time either.

“You’re barely eating anything,” you note him lethargically picking at his plate. “Do you not like the food?”

“No, I just can’t eat much at once, so…”

“But the portions here are really big! Why would you want to come here?”

“It… seemed like the kind of place you’re supposed to go for a date!”

“Are you kidding?” you shout, half standing up from your seat, too loudly for the restaurant, whose more dignified customers glare and scoff. You sit back down and cover your face with your hand. And you just start laughing. A quiet chuckle at first, but soon you can’t even contain it, your shoulders wracking, and your head tossed back.

“Wh-what’s so funny?” Toshi looks scared.

“I hate it here!” you spurt out, still laughing. “This is the worst! It’s way too stuffy, and you can’t even eat the food.”

“I hate this place too! I just thought women like this sort of thing.”

You sputter and howl, slapping the table. “What are we even doing here?”

“We’re getting the bill!” He calls the waiter over, who is happy to shoo you ruffians out of the fine establishment.

 ****

Out in the fresh air and sunlight, you feel like you can finally talk to each other. He apologizes for being too old-fashioned, and, frankly, having no idea what he’s doing. You link arms, and decide to go for a stroll around the city, stopping at a street vendor for pork buns, which Toshi can eat one at a time at his own pace.

However, out in the city, All Might’s unsettling grin was inescapable, watching from every billboard and gift shop. It’s not long before Toshi starts on his favorite subject: prying into why you are the one person on earth who doesn’t adore him. You would be just as happy to let it go, but since he insists, you wind up in a heated back-and-forth.

“…and he’s always like ‘Detroit smash!’ ‘Texas smash!’ but it’s just a bunch of punches.”

“Th-that’s not true at all! Detroit Smash is when he punches downward to create a shockwave, and Texas Smash is when he punches so hard it blows villains away, and—”

“Yeah, that’s just a bunch of punches.”

Choking noises escape his throat. His entire world has been destroyed. Good job.

He hangs his head with a defeated sigh. “So, you really hate All Might.”

You squeeze his arm. It hurts to see him so down, even though it’s silly that he cares so much. “It’s not that I hate him. At the end of the day, I’m glad he’s running around saving lives. The problem is hero culture in general. There’s so much focus on their ‘brand,’ on their market value. I guess I can’t even blame individual heroes for grandstanding, considering their income depends on their popularity, but honestly—they’re public servants, the same as the police. Did you know the police are still responsible for stopping more crimes than heroes, when you take into account all the non-quirk-related crimes they handle, and the detective work used to locate villains in the first place? But you don’t see their faces all over posters, and commercials, and t-shirts!” You point your finger in a random direction, and it lands on a perfume ad in a store window with Uwabami’s face. Amazing, not All Might this time.

“And your hero All Might is the worst one, with that dumb flashy smile, and big inspiring speeches, like he’s gotta make sure everyone knows he’s the greatest.”

Toshinori has been listening silently this whole time, deep in thought. From the solemn frown he was wearing, it seemed some of what you said hit home. But at that last part, he raises his piercing blue eyes to yours.

“You’re wrong… All Might’s smile isn’t about his own ego. He smiles so that people in trouble know everything will be OK. So they don’t feel scared. As long as the hero is still smiling, you know he’s going to win in the end. Being the symbol of peace isn’t about him, it’s about giving the world hope!”

Your heart flutters. It’s not so much the words he said—you’d heard the same line a million times—but the fire in his voice as he said it. Naive as they may be, you can’t help but admire his convictions.

He catches the smile in your eyes, and gives you the biggest, doofiest, triumphant grin. You try to think of something cynical to say to burst that bubble of optimism. You can think of a few: People shouldn’t be symbols, they should be people. That smile is so forced; it’s obvious he’s hiding pain, and you’d rather face the honest truth, no matter how hard, than have hope that’s a lie.

Eh. Maybe you’d tell him later. Right now, you just want him to keep smiling.

“I know!” He rubs his hands together. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you—this way.”

“You cannot take me to a hero museum for a date!” you grimace.

He laughs, grabbing your hand and leading you, “Don’t worry, it’ll be good!”

 ****

The sun is orange in the sky over the ocean, painting the clouds with striking purple and yellow streaks reflected in the waves below. A warm breeze blows your hair back, ruffling Toshinori’s long bangs, and swaying the spiky parts like a field of barley.

“Wow,” you breathe, leaning over the railing of the boardwalk. He leans next to you.

“Better than the restaurant, huh?” he nudges you with his elbow.

“You could’ve at least chosen one of those fancy restaurants where the dishes are tiny, instead of a place you couldn’t eat!”

“Yeah, I really bungled this date thing,” he laughs, hand on his forehead.

How soft would his hair would feel if you twined your fingers through it right now, you wonder? The urge to grab him, and smash your lips against his coils inside you like a spring. But… you’re not sure if he would want that. He’s just so cute!

He offers his arm in a gentlemanly fashion, tipping his head at you. You take it, and stroll together down the steps into the sand and along the beach, the sounds of crashing waves and sea birds like music around you.

“You know, this whole beach used to be covered with trash until about three months ago.

“You know, this whole beach used to be covered with trash until about three months ago. This was never publicized, but it was cleaned up by an aspiring hero who was inspired by All Might. Not everything heroes do is for fame and glory. Sometimes it’s just about helping the community.”

“Then how did you find out about it?”

He blanches. “Huh?”

“If it was never publicized, then how do you know who did it?”

A bright red river ejects from his lips, and he doubles over, hacking. That’s one way to change the subject. You rub his back as he recovers, but instead of helping him relax, he grows rigid and more on-edge.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t do it, if that’s what you’re thinking. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you in pain because of me. Promise me you won’t do it again.”

“I…” You almost swear you weren’t going to. That you won’t, ever again. But… “No. I wish I could tell you that, so you can relax around me and not worry, but I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. If you passed out again, or if you were suffering in unbearable agony, if… if you were dying… I would use my power, with or without your permission. There’s no way I could let you die, not if I can do something about it.”

“Young lady…” he purrs, stepping in closer, “I like your spirit, but… I don’t want you sacrificing yourself for me. I don’t want anybody else putting themselves through hell trying to be a hero for me.”

There’s a tug on your heart, and before you can stop yourself, you’re up on your toes, hands around his neck, your lips on his. He breathes in, frozen for an agonizing moment. You pull away, bright red, stammering apologies. Then his palm is cupping your jawline, thumb tracing tender circles over your hot cheek. He lowers his forehead, knocking it gently against yours, the side of your nose rubbing against his. His breath, so close, catching. Your eyes close. He angles his head, and kisses you back.

Eventually, you pull away, breathless. Your hands grip his narrow shoulders. “Listen. I appreciate you not wanting me to hurt myself for you. But you can trust me. If I decide to take some of your pain away, it’s because I decided to—get it?”

His face says he doesn’t. You pick up a seashell and toss it into the waves.

“Let me explain. The person this quirk is most dangerous to is its user. The hardest lesson to learn about it is how to say no.

“I was young when All Might debuted, and I loved him back then. His whole noble hero thing—always putting others first, always answering a cry for help, no matter how much danger he was in—I admired it. I wanted to be like that. And when other kids learned that my quirk could take away their scraped knees and bruised elbows, I was in high demand. I don’t think they meant to be selfish—they probably thought I was more resilient to pain as part of my quirk, but I just wanted to smile through it like that dumb bastard on TV. So I just kept taking, and smiling, until I was hooked up to machinery in a hospital bed for two weeks, barely hanging on.”

He grabs onto your hand and squeezes, almost so hard that it hurts. A pained look etches his face. “I’m sorry, I never meant for…”

“Calm down, it’s not like it’s your fault,” you laugh.

He flinches.

“I don’t blame All Might, either. It was my own stupid mistake. That’s how I learned you don’t emulate heroes! Noble sacrifice isn’t. That. Noble.” You poke his chest with your index finger to punctuate each word. “When you have something to offer the world, it’s important to know your limits, and to set boundaries. Because once people learn you’re willing to sacrifice yourself, they’ll take, and take until there’s nothing left.”

Toshinori touches his scar reflexively, fingers spreading protectively, pensively over the destroyed flesh. Then his hand clenches into a fist. “I understand… but still… if someone’s life is at risk, I can’t sit around and do nothing. Someone has to stand up and help, even if it’s dangerous. Someone has to be a hero, so everyone else can live happy lives!”

A smile spreads slowly across your lips. Partly a smile of admiration, from the vestiges of your youthful heart that still loves heroes… and partly the sly smile of a villain just before they dive into a victorious monologue.

“You’re right. That’s why I can’t do nothing if I see you in real trouble. If I decide to use my quirk to ease your pain, it’s not because you asked me to, or because I feel obligated. It’s because I want to. It’s because I weighed the risks, and decided. It hurts me to see you in pain, too, you know.”

His lower lip trembles. Before you know what’s happening, his hand is circling your waist, pulling your hips against his narrow ones, his mouth on yours. His lips are thin and chapped, but warm, making up for their lack of substance by softly giving way as you press against them, parting against yours. You let out a muffled moan. Your hands run over his back, exploring every jagged vertebrae and defined shoulder muscle hidden under his baggy dress shirt, finally coming to rest at the base of his neck, stroking the edge of that soft yellow hair you had longed to feel.

“Are you… using your quirk?” he pants.

“No.”

“Ah. Then this just feels really good.” He holds you tighter.

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April Rain (Chapter 3)

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Pairing: Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Female Reader

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It was the next day when you remembered that you never told Yagi the name of the place you were meeting him at. The it took you another hour to realise that he’d tried to hide your meeting from his assistant, and that if you rang the normal line would reveal the little plan. With a great deal of anxiety, you looked to your phone for the fourth time that morning, washing tucked against your chest as you looked between it and the television. There was some odd hero reality show on. It was a generic plot line with all the random dramas of being a superstar included. You had it on for background noise. The screen of the smart phone stayed black as you looked at it. A shiver of shock rippled through you as the screen lit up with the jangly tune of your annoying ringtone. It was an unknown caller. You peered at it before leaping for the phone, snatching it from the pillow before taking a steadying breath and flicking the answer button across the screen.

“Hello? This is…” You were cut off by the sound of a loud bang and hurried breathing, the sounds of a crowd screaming ‘All Might’ over and over. They were chanting.

“Ah!” Yagi’s voice rang down the phone as he caught his breath, “Sorry for ringing you!” His voice stuttered over your name as the cheering grew quieter. His hand moved near the microphone.

 “Its alright, Yagi…Wait. How did you get my number?” You asked as the sound of his fans grew quieter and quieter in the background.

A tie slid from around his neck as he sat down in a chair, the material creaking under his great weight, “Well… I am friends with the chief of police…” He pressed the phone to his shoulder and clapped his hands together, “I’m sorry, but I remembered that I forgot to ask just…where the tea shop is?” He was embarrassed. You could hear the tone in his voice as he picked something up to play with in one hand. The end of the pen clicked under his thumb, “I only got your number just to ask you. I swear it!”

“It’s fine Yagi. A little but unorthodox, but ah, I was just about to try and get hold of your office…I forgot to tell you about the address and I just remembered as well, so, no harm done.”

The hero chuckled down the line, “Well, I guess we are both as forgetful as each other, no?”

“I suppose you could say that, yes.” You smiled before continuing, “Its in the Meguro district closer to the residential area.” You gave him the address and you heard him scribble it down on a piece of paper, “Do you want me to send it to this number too? Just in case?”

“Yes, please.” He tucked the paper into his suit jacket, the paper scrapping against the silk before he sighed.

“Busy day?” You asked with a soft laugh, tucking the phone against your shoulder as you collected your clothes again and moved to go and put them away.

All Might hummed, “I did not expect a television company to let hoards of fans near the interview set.” He confessed, “Don’t get me wrong! I love my fans but…”

“But sometimes you like a bit of privacy?” You added as you opened your drawer with your cast arm’s fingers. The healing was coming along nicely.

“Exactly that.” He confessed before stretching, “I’ll let you go…But ah, feel free to save this number. It’s my private number…so you won’t have to fear Joan on the other end.” He joked, chuckling down the receiver.

You felt your cheeks go warm, “You can save mine too, methods of how it was obtained aside.” You teased as you closed your drawers.

“I promise it was simply to…”

“Calm down, Toshi, I was just teasing. I’ll let you get back to work, Mister All Might.” The phone was hot in your hand as you took it from your shoulder, “I’ll see you Saturday, Yagi.”

“See you then.” Yagi replied softly before the line went dead.

 The silence was heavy against your ear. You took the phone away from your ear and looked at the blank screen for a moment before smiling and going back to your chores. He was adorable, and now you had his private number. You opened your phone and saved the number as Yagi with a small sunflower. It suited him, you thought as you moved back into the kitchen to think about fixing yourself some lunch.

 The scheduled day came a lot quicker than you thought it would. It seemed to pass quickly between your hand exercises and binge watching of the very bad hero reality show. That morning you were say lamenting the wardrobe options you had down the phone to a long time friend. They only laughed at you and your frustration.

“Its not like it’s a date!” They exclaimed.

You deflated against the sheets, playing with a pulled thread of cotton, “Well...I guess not. But I still want to impress!”

“Who is this guy anyway? He’s sure got you worked up!”

Your mouth went dry before you managed to lace together a response, “Just a guy I met in the park one time. He asked me about the fountain...” It was almost painfully obvious.

“That’s cute! Hey if it goes well you should invite him out drinking with us...”

“I don’t think that’s his sort of thing. He’s really busy too.” You chuckled before turning the conversation, “Anyway, I have to get ready! Talk to you later. Yep. Bye!”

 You hid your face in your hands, looking at the casual shirt and jeans. It would do and a small part of you hoped that All Might would like it too. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn up in anything too fancy.

 The train ride over to the Meguro district wasn’t too long, nor was the small walk from the station around into the older areas, set a little way back from the river. The area was set with rows of houses and a couple of stores. The tea shop was set back between them, the shop a converted small home from some years ago. The sign was hand painted over the door and you smiled as it came into view. The lady must have had her son repaint it recently. The white paint was fresh and not curling on the edges, like it was when you last came. It appeared better off now. You smiled and tugged st the bottom of your jacket as you came to the front of the picket fence around the front garden. The water fountain trickled softly as you peered around, looking for All Might's unmistakable, hulking frame. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. You checked your phone. No texts or calls. Still, you were five minutes early. You leaned against the fence and chewed your lip, wondering if it would be rude to call him and check you were still on.

 You finger itched over the symbol. Pushing it you held the phone to your ear. A sharp, annoying ring tone sounded with the first ring. You jumped and whipped around to peer down the small alley next to the tea shop. The very dumb ring tone screeched from inside the alley followed by a soft curse before a large hand held a phone just around the brick wall before disappearing into a blue hood.

“Hello?”

“Yagi are you hidden behind a wall right now?” You asked with a smirk, watching the man jump in the alley as Yagi peered around the brick, blue eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed.

“I might be.” He confessed, his face devolving into a look of embarrassment.

“Look by the fence, you dork.” You laughed and hung up as his eyes caught sight of you. He pushed his phone into his pocket before walking out from the alleyway, huge form disguised in civilian clothing.

 The bright blue sweater was printed with a white lettering, the love heart large and read, and you snickered at the lovely New York souvenir as he tucked his huge hands inside the pocket and pushed his flying bangs of hair back into the hood. He was dressed in a crisp pair of jeans and sneakers. It was an off look for the hero you were so used to seeing flying around with a cape and skintight looking spandex. He smiled as you laughed at him.

“I know, but I couldn’t show up in my costume, could I?!” Yagi sighed as his hair pinged out of the top of the hood again, his hand coming back up to smooth it away.

“I’m not poking fun, I promise.” You laughed again as you moved away from him to open the gate that lead to the tiny tea shop, “I never thought if you’d be able to fit through the door!” You teased again, watching Yagi turn a soft shade of pink.

“I’m sure I can manage...so long as they have some large seats.”

 The tiny bell over the door rang as you both entered the shop. All Might stop to enter, his frame filling the doorway as he walked in behind you, hair popping out of the top of his hood once more. He reached to flatten them as the lady who ran the tea shop turned from her little TV screen to look at who had entered. She moved her glasses on her face and hummed, bowing her head before standing up to greet you.

“Welcome. Please, sit...Ah. Perhaps the large quirk table?” She uttered before beckoning the both of you to follow. Yagi raised an eyebrow, smiling as he tucked his hair away again. You followed her to the back area, set in a high ceiling conservatory, filled with furniture more suited to individuals with large and burdening quirks.

The hero peered around before frowning, “I did not expect chairs...”

The owner was old, but her hearing was good, “I prefer not to clean the floor constantly from spilt tea. I have a number of clients as large as you who would leave my floors a mess if I used Chabudai, young man.” She laughed before patting the large chair, pulling it out for him as you seated yourself with a teasing smile, “Now. What would you both like?” The woman tucked her hands into her apron pocket to collect a little order notebook.

 “What do you suggest for relaxing?” You asked, sitting back as you took off your small jacket, “I think we both need something to help us unwind a little. Its been a stressful week or so.” You flexed your arm and wiggled the fingers of your recently freed arm.

She looked to Toshinori, “I agree with her. What do you suggest, Miss.”

Thoughtfully she tapped her pencil on the page before nodding to herself, “Lavender and Chamomile. A green tea could be good just for a sense of normality, but I would suggest Chamomile if you need the relaxant?”

“That sounds lovely, thank you.” Yagi nodded and watched the woman scuttle away with a confused face.

 “Does she not recognise me?” He looked stressed by the fact, hiding his hair in his hood as he watched the woman disappear to the stove and backroom.

You shrugged, “Maybe she’s just being polite? I’m pretty sure you’re unmistakable, which is why I’m glad no one is here to…uh…disturb us?” Finger quote motions made Yagi chuckle. Reluctantly, he reached up to pull down his hood, his blond, gravity defying bangs popping free like springs to wave over the top of his head.

“Disturb us?” He joked before settling into his own chair, “I hope she doesn’t ring someone.” He chewed his cheek before sighing, “Let’s not think about that!” A bright smile curled on his lips, remind you of the sunshine and bright sunflowers you thought of last time, “I see that your arm isn’t in a cast anymore.”

You nodded, rubbing at the arm gently with the thought, “The healing quirk really sped things up. There’s a lot of repair still. I have some exercises to do to strengthen the muscles again, but all being well I can get back to work soon enough!”

All Might laughed, a bright noise, genuine and loud, “I’m glad! Hopefully you can get back to normal, even after everything that has happened?”

 It was a little bit of a sore subject and you felt your face tighten, “Hopefully. It…was a lot to process I think.” You tried to smile back at him. A warm hand reached over the table, All Might’s giant form stooping as he held out a palm for you.

“You can talk to me about it, if it helps?” He offered gently.

You gave him a smile, “Thank you, honestly, but I’ll be okay. I still have the number for the therapist.” He relented with the promise, and left you alone for now, taking his hand back slowly. You took it and squeezed the rough palm, “But thank you for worrying. It means a lot, especially coming from you.”

Yagi felt his face go a little hot, “I told you, I’m just doing my job.”

“Sure.” You drew out the syllables, “Just doing your job, huh? By having tea with me secretly?”

The hero spluttered over the other end of the table which only made you laugh at his expense.

“It’s a friendly outing!” He insisted, tugging at the ties of his hood.

“Whatever lets you sleep at night, All Might.” The teasing was about to be rebuked until the owner pottered back into the conservatory, tray in hand with scalding tea on top of it.

 Yagi coughed behind his fist his ears burning red with an embarrassed blush as the old lady placed the large tea pot onto the table. The cups were painted with cherry blossoms. You watched as she moved to pour the tea into the two cups, hands sturdy despite her frail age. After pouring them, she bowed her head and left, winking conspiratorially as she left the two of you to your own devices in the back. Her television sounded again in the front as she settled back in to wait for other customers. All Might shifted in his seat, the chair groaning underneath his muscled weight as he reached for his tea and took a sip of the burning hot liquid. His face scrunched up with the hot liquid in his mouth, his lips bright red as he realised his mistake.

“It’s still too hot, Yagi.” You teased.

The hero put his hands over his mouth, “I realise.” He mumbled through his fingers, “Now that I have scalded my tongue.”

“Aw does it hurt.” You cooed over the tea, standing up to walk around the table and look at Yagi’s burned lips. The skin on his bottom lip was raw and red, “It looks pretty bad.” You muttered, dragging your seat over to his side.

“It is fine, honestly, I have dealt with far, far worse.” Yagi flinched away from your fingers.

 “Yagi.” You pinched his chin, holding him still, stopping his protesting. The man’s cheeks turned as red as his ears, “Hold still, okay?”

“This is entirely unnecessary.” Yagi mumbled as you held up your hand. His blue eyes went wide as you turned your fingers into water. They wiggled in front of his eyes, the water dripping and reforming in the shape of fingers before you placed them against his scalded skin. The cold water made him jump, his lips parting only to realise he would end up with a mouthful of your fingers. The pro-hero held still, watching you ease the pain in his lips with a gentle press.

“It won’t heal it, but it’ll take the pain away.” You promised softly as you held Yagi’s chin in your other hand. His cheeks twitched, his hand coming up to touch your arm. You took away your fingers and smiled.

“Thank you. It’s fine now, I promise.” He grinned with white teeth, taking your hands in his own, looking at your watery fingers, “Your quirk is amazing. I hope you know that.” The man took hold of his tea once more, “But be careful about using it…The laws are not so kind in this country.”

 It was a warning, yet you smiled, “I’m sure I wont get into trouble for cooling down our new favourite hero’s lips.”

“But in an emergency…” He babbled before sighing, “You should drink your tea.” He muttered, face still painted pink with embarrassment, “It’s delicious.”

You scooted your chair close enough to the table to reach your drink, taking a careful sip from the cooling tea before humming, “It is delicious.” You confirmed before smiling and laughing. Yagi sighed before joining in with his own great cascade of laughter.

“One day I will learn to think before I do things. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it, Toshi.”

 Yagi felt his heart do flip flops for most of the time you both spent together. Sipping tea and just chatting normally with someone was so far from what he knew anymore. A person who invited him for lunch usually wanted to get in his pants or have him sign some form of advertisement contract. It was tiring yet he found himself refreshed talking to someone normal. You laughed at his terrible jokes and you talked about animals and pets. It was perfectly normal. Serene. The hero felt his stomach clench as his heart throbbed.

“I will pay.” Yagi pushed your hand with your wallet away, “It was only tea.” He smiled, blond hair waving over the top of his head as he pushed the money towards the old woman, “Keep the change. Thank you for the lovely tea.” He bowed at the waist as she took the payment.

“Thank you, young man.” She hummed as she placed the money away in her register, “Might I say you look an awful lot like that new hero. I bet it gets you all the ladies.” She cackled as Yagi’s jaw dropped.

“Ah, yes, of course. He is inspirational. I…uh…”

“A stunner, yes. Quite the looker I’ve caught myself.” You teased as Yagi spluttered over the counter.

 You parted ways with blushes that day. It wasn’t until you got home that your phone buzzed with a message, the small sunflower emoji making you smile as you opened his text message.

‘I think we should meet again next Saturday? If you would like to?’

You smiled as you sent him a reply.

‘I would love to.’

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

Young Toshinori X Reader! They’re both classmates of 1-A, they’re awkward dorks around each other, and it’s the day of the Sports festival. Midnight and Mic want to help/mess with them. So they trick the reader into wearing the UA cheerleading uniform, hiding her PE clothes, and leaving her with Toshinori for the whole lunch break and throughout all the side games. Awkward fluff will ensue, and confessions!

The year is 2331 and class 1A has finished the first half of their very first UA sports festival. (Y/N) has never been the top of her class, but she was still disappointed that she didn’t make it to the second round.

Round 1 had been fairly basic, and it should have been pretty easy for her. It was a four person relay race, beginning in the Sports Festival Arena, going into the surrounding woods, then returning to the stadium for the final leg. All this should have been well suited to her quirk. (Y/N) teamed up with her friends Nemuri Kayama, Shouta Aizawa, and Hizashi Yamada. Their strategy was pretty simple: disable or immobilize all of the competition in the first 3 legs, then having (Y/N) to anchor the race, since her quirk made her pretty fast.

Hizashi ran the first leg, screaming at the top of his amplified lungs to take out the competition. Nemuri ran the second, putting all of her opponents to sleep with her scent. The third leg was run by Shouta, and by then most of the competition was far behind. Those who had quirks allowing them to keep up thus far were now rendered useless as Shouta took the baton and ran his whole leg without blinking once. By the time (Y/N) saw shouta on the horizon, most of the competition was far behind, and Shouta’s eyes were bright red.

(Y/N) took the baton and bolted, her mutant quirk being well suited to a foot race. She was quick and agile, making short work of the twisting trail that lead back to the stadium, and was a long way ahead of the competition. She looked over her shoulder just to be sure, but when she did she was shocked to see someone gaining on her with immense speed.

Toshinori Yagi from her class came into her view for a few moments, golden hair streaming behind him, sweat glistening in the sunlight. The moment seemed to last forever for (Y/N,) fully captivating her attention. She didn’t even see the tree root as she tripped over it, tumbling down the hill into a muddy ditch.

That fall had cost her team a place in the next round. Her friends told her it wasn’t a big deal, but (Y/N) felt awful. Even now in the prep room she felt like she might cry. I can’t believe I screwed up like that, she thought to herself. She slipped out of her muddy gym clothes and climbed into the shower. I probably looked so stupid… and right in front of my crush.

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“So, did you get it?” Nemuri asked Hizashi.

“Yeah baby! One smokin’ UA cheer uniform!” Hizashi replied, giving a huge thumbs up as he showed it to her.

“Good. I’ll go swap them now.” Nemuri replied, taking the uniform and entering the prep room. She placed the uniform on a table where she was certain (Y/N) would see it. Then, she grabbed (Y/N)’s muddied gym clothes and stuffed them into a bag. Nemuri then rejoined Hizashi in the hall. They both snickered quietly as they imagined their little prank playing out.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Toshinori, snapping both Nemuri and Hizashi out of their thoughts with his sudden appearance.

“Nothing!” The two friends replied quickly, failing miserably at acting natural.

“I Seriously doubt that.” Toshinori replied, glancing suspiciously between the two. After a moment of scrutiny, he resumed his course toward the prep room.

“Wait, why are you going in there?!?” Nemuri stammered nervously. She and Hizashi had thought it would be funny to dress (Y/N) as a cheerleader, but having her crush walk in on her changing was a bit far.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to clean up before half time.” Toshinori said, pushing his way past the two and through the door.

“What do we do now?” Nemuri asked, slight panic in her voice.

“Run.” Hizashi replied.

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(Y/N) was drying off with a small towel when the door to the room opened and shut. But she didn’t hear the sound, her ears being covered by the cloth. She reached for her discarded gym clothes, but despite all her feeling around she couldn’t seem to find them. ‘Did I leave them in the main room?’ She wandered, stepping out of the shower.

(Y/N) wrapped the towel around herself as best as she could before walking out into the main area. And that is when she saw him, sitting on a bench, shirtless, body glistening as he cleaned his skin with a moist towel.

(Y/N) squealed in shock, causing Toshinori’s head to turn abruptly and rest on (Y/N)’s face. “Don’t- Don’t look!” She stuttered, face turning bright red with embarrassment.

It took Toshinori a moment to realize what was happening, but as it hit him he began to blush almost as red as (Y/N) was. His jaw dropped and he fell off the bench, scrambling to cover his eyes. “I- I’m sorry…!” He stammered, eventually grabbing his shirt. “Use this to cover up.” He held out the garment to her.

(Y/N) took the shirt and wrapped it around her body over her towel. “Sorry about this.” SHe stammered, taking rapid half bows.

Toshinori held up his hand, and shook his head. “No need. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here…”

“It’s fine, but…” (Y/N) trailed off.

“What is it?” Toshi asked.

“Have-” (Y/N) paused, trying to get the words past the lump of embarrassment in her throat. “Have you seen my clothes?”

Toshinori gaped at her for a moment, then glanced around the room until he laid eyes on some orange fabric folded on the table. “That them?” He asked, gesturing in the direction of the table.

(Y/N) picked up the clothing, growing even more embarrassed as she unfolded them. She slammed the cloth back on the table. ‘A cheer uniform!?!? Could this get any more embarrassing!?’ “No, absolutely not. I am not wearing a cheer uniform.” She said, half to herself.

“Those are the only clothes in here.” Toshinori commented, taking another glance around. “They’ve gotta be better than nothing, right?”

(Y/N) paused before replying. “…I suppose so…” She groaned, half to herself. She begrudgingly grabbed the uniform again, turning to Toshinori. “Can you please wait outside? I’ll give you your shirt back when I’ve changed.”

“Yeah, of course.” Toshinori replied, then left the room.

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Toshinori paced back and forth in the hall, trying to calm down. He felt pretty embarrassed pacing the hall shirtless, but was mostly still in shock from the events that had just transpired. He had just seen (Y/N) practically naked in the prep room, that was the last thing he expected to have to deal with today.

Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the prep room door clicking open and shut behind him. He turned to see a very embarrassed (Y/N) dressed in an orange cheer uniform.

She was completely adorable. Long (h/c) locks falling around her flushed face and hands fidgeting awkwardly with his shirt. Toshinori was screwed.

“Here.” She said, arm jutting out abruptly. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Yeah, of course.” Toshinori replied, taking the shirt and awkwardly pulling it back over his torso.

“Well, I should probably go…”

“Wanna go grab lunch?”

They both spoke simultaneously. The air was near palpable with tension as (Y/N) processed what Toshinori had just said.

“I-if you don’t want to that’s-” Toshinori began.

“No, I do!” (Y/N) cut him off. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” He asked, concern overtaking his face.

“N- Nothing.” (Y/N) looked down at the ground, face flushed.

“Then let’s go.” Toshinori smiled as he grabbed her hand, and she let him lead her off towards the cafeteria.

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(Y/N) sat across from Toshinori, trying to avoid all of the stares directed at them as she ate. This whole day was starting to feel like a weird dream. The sports festival itself was crazy, let alone everything else. And now she was in a cheer uniform, on a lunch date with her crush. Can I call this a date? She wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought, reasoning she could call it whatever she saw fit as long as she kept it to herself.

Keeping her cool was pretty difficult for (Y/N) as Toshinori regaled her with the details of the second round. Apparently, they had made the arena into a maze to play some kind of high-risk hide-and-go seek brawler, last 8 standing advanced. Toshinori bragged a bit about being one of the first to advance to the next round (which didn’t make sense since all 8 advanced simultaneously, but (Y/N) decided not to correct him.)

(Y/N) giggled and nodded throughout Toshinori’s retelling, hoping she wasn’t making a fool of herself. Suddenly, the conversation came to an abrupt halt. Oh no! Did I do something wrong?! She panicked, trying to remember the last thing that was said.

Toshinori stared at her a moment longer, then opened his mouth to speak. “Sorry if this is inconsiderate due to the circumstances, but… you look really… nice. Today.” he tugged awkwardly at his collar as he said it, blood rushing to his cheeks..

(Y/N) blushed intensely, turning away to hide her face. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, taking turns glancing at each other and looking away if they thought they’d been caught. After what felt like ages, Toshinori broke the silence.

“Why don’t we go back to the stadium?” He suggested. “There’s a lot of games and halftime stuff we could do. Y’know. If you want to…”

“Yeah, that sounds great” (Y/N) replied a little too eagerly. Toshinori smiled at her, grabbing her tray along with his own to put in the wash. Once he returned, he offered his hand to her, blushing. (Y/N) flushed and graciously accepted.

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Toshinori lead the way, trying not to glance at the girl to his left. How could he have been so stupid? She was clearly very uncomfortable, and complimenting her like that out of the blue? She probably thought he was hitting on her or something, which wasn’t completely untrue, but that wasn’t the impression he wanted to make. He hoped that maybe if they had enough fun that afternoon it would help mitigate some of the awkwardness of lunch.

Toshinori and (Y/N) winced simultaneously as bright light shone on their faces. They entered the arena and looked around. Music was playing over the loudspeakers, and it looked like all of the students were participating in some kind of group dance while a new game was being set up.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up. She tugged on Toshinori’s arm a few times to get his attention. When he looked back at her she was bouncing slightly and pointing at the other students.

“Lets go dance!” She said excitedly. She then took off towards the crowd, smiling back at Toshinori before joining the other students in the electric slide. She looked so happy, as if she’d totally forgotten the awkwardness of the day, and what she was wearing. He couldn’t help but think she looked adorable as she danced around, especially in that cheer uniform. Toshinori blushed, then rolled his eyes and joined her.

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The halftime festivities pushed on for another hour or so, but after they finished dancing, the stage was set for a massive game of musical chairs. (Y/N) was quick and stayed in for quite a while, but was eventually out-muscled by the other combatants. It was definitely one of the most violent games of musical chairs she had ever been a part of. Toshinori dropped out when she did, claiming that he needed to save his strength for the next round, though it was clear he was worried that (Y/N) had been hurt.

The next event was an arm wrestling tournament, single elimination. (Y/N) decided to sit this one out. Raw strength wasn’t really her thing. Instead, she watched as Toshinori easily took out one challenger after another until he swept the whole competition. He looked totally in his element, and quite handsome, though she would never admit to thinking that.

The actual UA Sports Festival was set to resume any minute now, and the teachers were clearing the arena. Toshinori sat by (Y/N) in the stands. (Y/N) asked why he wasn’t prepping, but he replied that his match wasn’t until later and he’d rather watch the matches with her. She flushed.

Toshinori subtly placed his hand onto hers, causing her to look in his direction. He smiled at her, holding tighter to her hand. “How can you be so cute?” He asked rhetorically.

(Y/N) looked away. “It’s just the cheer uniform.” She mumble back.

“No, it’s you.” He replied, using his free hand to turn her face back at him. “You are adorable. Not your clothes, you. Your face, your eyes, your smile, just… yo” He paused, as if looking for a new way to say it. “I’m not very good at, you know… talking to girls. Sorry I’m so awkward. But I’ve always kinda liked you…” This time he was the one who looked away.

“Are you serious? After this morning?” She replied incredulously.

“Yeah… why else would I be so competitive with you?” Toshinori replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

(Y/N) scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You really are clueless.” She sighed, snuggling up to him. “Next time just say so.”

Toshinori recoiled slightly, heart pounding in his chest. “What? Why would I-”

(Y/N) cut him off with a quick peck on the cheek. “Because I really like you.” She nestled into his shoulder, settling in comfortably.

“Hey love birds,” Shouta’s voice pulled them back to reality. He was dragging Hizashi and Nemuri behind him. “Sorry to interrupt, but I found your clothes.”

“Wait, you what?” (Y/N) asked, a bit shocked. Shouta dropped his prisoners and tossed Nemuri’s bag at (Y/N). She caught the bag and opened it, seeing a now clean set of gym clothes. “Really?!” She asked incredulously.

Nemuri attempted to hide her shame behind annoyance. “Well at least I washed them for you.” She retorted, though the annoyance was only half-baked.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) replied, sarcasm dripping from the word. She then turned to Toshinori. “I’m gonna go change. Good luck in your match later, I’ll be rooting for you!” She then turned to leave. Then pause, turning around. “Oh, and thanks for finding my clothes Shouta.” He nodded wordlessly at her, then she turned and left.

She smiled as she clung to her clothes, thinking about her afternoon with Toshinori. She would never admit it, but she was actually grateful to her crazy friends, and their silly prank. If they hadn’t done it, she would never have had her perfect afternoon with Toshinori. What a great day… and great friends.

[usxrless]

💍 engage | shota aizawa

“you all are so clueless..”

type: fluff 💗

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readers pov.

The soft cushion was under you as you were reading a very interesting book in your hand, you flipped the pages as your eyes glued onto the paper of written letters.

One hand was holding a book, while the other had a sandwitch that was held very carefully. You legs were crossed so your right leg was hanging on your left knee. You were in the kitchen, or basically the living room sorta, seated down by the dinner table with a bowl in the middle, with fresh fruit in it. A plate, which was right in front of you, was so clear that you could see yourself in it.

You sighed and finished the book while getting up, your house phone was now ringing as you were almost done with what you were originally doing.

You walked over to the front door where the cell phone was located on a small table next to it. The apartment you shared was very tiddy to your surprise. The stairs was right next to the door as well which was amazing to your perfection of how cleaned it was.

‘Buzz buzz!’ You vanished your thoughts when you remembered the phone. You slide your hand to the phone and picked it up over your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello! Is this... uhhh.. Mrs. Shota?!” The voice felt so familiar but you couldn’t get your tongue on it at all. you replied very nervously and quietly.

“Y-yes this is her, who is this?”

“Ah we haven’t really met yet!”

“I’m sure we haven’t..”

“Never mind that! Please come to U.A high school for a emergency!!” And with that, the unknown caller hung up before you could even question or answer them. Their voice was very deep and manly indeed.

Before you could grab your keys to head out fast, you quickly looked at yourself through the mirror wall to the right. After thinking what you were wearing was okay, you grabbed your keys and head on out to the bright shiny day.

(Time skip)

You arrived finally to the place and you were already in the hallway after they let you in kindly. Your heels clicked as you were walking down the long halls, you’ve been here a couple of times but not a lot. Suddenly a burst of wave came past, you looked behind you to see two men walking down the halls in fast motion. Without a trace, they were already in front of you.

“Mrs.Shota! It’s good to see you!” You were shocked and stun. One out of the two people was a small white furry creature, they looked very gentle and adorable as they talked. But the other gentleman on the right shocked you. It was the infamous All Might, in his glory of being the tallest man alive.

You got very nervous of the attention, so you bowed your head in a polite manner.

“H-hello M-Mr. All Might and Mr. Principal!” You shrieked out as you hid your face from embarrassment. All Might of course laughed while Nezu was trying to calm you down from being nervous.

After they greeted you solo, they gave you a tour around the whole facility while chatting a bit. You weren’t much of talking so you just nodded and nervously laughed when they tried to make a joke or told you about certain things. Soon you both were standing right next to a class room. You both were staring at a the door before All Might opened it with his big bare hands. Both Nezu and All Might stepped inside, making the most enthusiastic entrance ever in history.

Many kids looked up from their notebooks or woke up from the door being opened so loudly. Others were quietly whispering to each other. But as the men came to view, everyone stared in awe. Mostly because of All Might that is.

“Toshi, why the hell are you interrupting my class.” A voice called out that sound so much familiar. By the tone of his voice, he wasn’t pleased or happy in the slightest. His voice was grumpy but it was a soothing sound though.

All Might cleared his voice for a second before he gestured to the door. “This is a special day everyone!! We have a guest today for class!”

You were still outside, nervous as heck. Why did they want you to be here? To be an assistant for a teacher? To give kids a lesson? You couldn’t even see who the teacher was because All Mights huge shoulders. You looked up then saw All Might was gesturing for you to step in.

You slowly toke a step inside the class. Everyone was now gazing at you and now you felt even nervous then you already were. Your face was in extreme heat from embarrassment and slowly looked away.

“..(Y/N)!” Everyone was wide eyed. You weren’t completely popular but you were in rough battles before, along side with some pros. But that was back then.

Every student roared with delight after seeing you, some even called you a hero and others didn’t even know who you are.

“Y-you’re.. Lady Mercy!” A student with green fuzzy hear stuttered out. Everyone shouted in amazement and joy at how they have seen another Pro. All the students gave glances to each other while others shouted out encouraging words toward and how you were one of the best.

The name that you thought that would vanish you came right back at you. You never thought people would remember you. You weren’t in the front lines. Your quirk was: Nature, anything that had leaves or grass or dirt, you could control it. But the ability people lingered for at you was your healing ability. You could heal others in an instant, the benefit was that it would drain your power and could become weak. That’s when you retired so you would control more with your strength and become one with it as well.

You didn’t even pay attention that you were now looking at the ground from being on the spot light again. Suddenly a hand snaked around your fingers and squeezed them ever so lightly. You gazed behind you to see the one person you longed for. It seemed like everyone in the room was dead silent, and all could you hear was the breathing of the man behind you and your own. Aizawa Shota, also know as your husband.

“Are you okay?” He gave you a small smile that no one even noticed. You gave him a small nod before embracing into him.

“It’s been awhile, since anyone called my hero name..” you quietly said to yourself but he embraced you into his arms even more, which snaked around your waist smoothly.

��You were great back in the day though, you should be proud.” He kissed the top of your head and put his hand on your chin to gaze up at him.

You eagerly wanted to cry and kiss him, but all you did was let a small tear pass and kissed his forehead. He chuckled lowly and kissed your cheek back. He turned back to his tired and mad face as he looked up above your head. Everyone was now looking at both of you in shock, instead of All Might and Nezu. They were just smiling like little dorks.

“Why are you all surprised?” He asked angrily.

“Y-you’re Lady Mercy’s b-boyfriend?” A girl in the regular school U.A uniform with short brown hair blurted out in shock.

Aizawa clicked his tongue before moving your hand up in the air, along side with his hand. On each of your third fingers laid a golden ring with each others name written on it. “We’re married, idiot.”

Everyone was just freaking out now. Some were just sitting there in shock, others were gasping and cheering in excitement, others looked like they passed out from shock, and one student in the back who had a big spiky hair didn’t even give a reaction that much.

You were still embraced into your husbands arms, but now you just got deeper into it. Your face was flash red and you firmly gripping on your Aizawa’s arms from the sudden embarrassment he gave you. He still had a tick look on his when he looked at All Might and Nezu.

He kept yelling on and on about why they brought you here, which they mention that they wanted to hear some words of advice on how to control your quirk correctly or develop more. At the same time, Aizawa was gliding his hand down your back and up smoothly.

This was the worst day ever for you..