#toshinori x daughter!reader

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The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again. 

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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell. 

“You don’t mean that…” 

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder. 

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible. 

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony. 

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up. 

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield. 

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the  foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if. 

What if Midoriya truly was better than you? 

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter. 

Forever. 

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard. 

Silence. 

Silence. 

Silence.

It had become silent. 

As though you were the only person in the room. 

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor. 

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave. 

“Dad!” 

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.  

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him�� but you were stopped. 

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief. 

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up. 

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion. 

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens. 

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you? 

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours. 

Instead, they looked past you. 

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old. 

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’. 

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting. 

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5. 

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years. 

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth. 

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines: 

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling 

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security 

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults. 

Apart from two things. 

First. 

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations. 

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5. 

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten. 

You are rated 0. 

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke. 

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.” 

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment. 

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall. 

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.” 

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve. 

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus. 

A ghost town. 

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.” 

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light. 

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.” 

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most. 

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh. 

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival. 

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.  

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it” 

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring. 

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?” 

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.” 

Your face had settled into a stone. 

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds. 

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope. 

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it. 

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you. 

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you. 

You knew what the answer was going to be. 

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line. 

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue. 

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

[maybe-its-5sos]

Dad (All Might Headcanon)

Requested: No Idea: What Toshinori would be like as your dad!

He's the softest sweetest dad!

He just wants to keep you happy and safe

He also wants to make you super proud!

He's absolutely wound around your little finger....what ever his baby wants, his baby gets! "Daddy, I wanna go to the zoo!" Toshinori having just sat down after an exhausting day of fighting crime "Of course dear, get dressed and lets go!" "I want that big bear plushy!" "okay!" he smiles reaching for his wallet.

He'll let you style his hair all you want. The mountain of a man will sit in front of the couch while you climb his back like a jungle gym, putting in cute hair clips and braiding it! "Daddy what do you think?" you cheerfully ask giving him a little hand held mirror. "I look fantastic, you should be my stylist, pumpkin!" He grins proudly, flipping his loose hair.

He'll absolutely play pretend and take part in tea parties, tiara and all... tho he had to have the chairs be made sturdier so he didn't flatten them with the power of them cheeks.

Lets you use his capes as blankets.

He always makes you walk towards the inside of the sidewalk. Tho when you're really young, he wont even let you walk at all and carries you around.

He would hold your hand at every doctors appointment! Knowing that you hate the hospital issued bandages because their industrial strength-, skin removing-, soul ripping-glue, he brings his own to make for a less fussy appointment.

He also does a full monster check in the house before putting you to bed. "Yep, no monsters there!" he says getting up from the floor after looking under you bed. "What about in there?" you ask pointing at the slightly open closet, hiding under your blanket. "Nothing in here either!" he smiles, after shuffling some clothes and looking around. He closes the door.

He'll read you bedtime stories and tucks you in. And yes, he gives all the characters voices.

Absolutely will let you sleep in his bed if you have a nightmare ("don't fear, why? Because I am here!" he says groggily with a smile), or even if you're just super fussy about going to bed.

He'll spoil you without making you a brat. He explains to you that not everyone can afford everything you two have. It absolutely warms his heart when you want to donate a bunch of toys to the less fortunate!

He doesn't expect you to ever become a hero, he just wants you to do whatever you love doing. Plus he doesn't want you to put yourself in unnecessary danger.

Kinda gives him a heart attack when you come home from school telling him that you want to be a hero like him. He won't try to change your mind (too hard) tho. He might try to sway you a bit, but gives up when he realizes that you're just as stubborn as him.

If you get hurt, that man is there with a first aid kit before you even realize you got hurt in the first place. "dad it's just a scratch." your roll your eyes as the large man cleans and puts an obnoxious bandage on your wound.

When you get older (teenager and so on) ya'll will absolutely have dinner/movie nights. Toshi loves spending any time with you that he can, especially when he can no longer be in his larger form

He thinks he isn't the cool dad anymore, but you constantly have to remind him that he's the best dad you could've ever ask for, plus now he doesn't take up 90% of the couch, so honestly you prefer it.

You're the light of his life and you'll never know how much your good ol' dad truly loves you.

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[fluff-n-cookies]

I hate how they portray allmight as a father

in EVERY all might x daughter fanfic i've ever read, all might almost always neglects his daughter and it's almost always angst no fluff and i don't like that, I mean if you like it, sure go head and read it but I think all might would never do that. if anything, all might would desperately try to include her in everything. izuku's training?you're helping him bandage the mf up. hero galas? a date? nah man, hes taking you only to show you off. even when you're a child, he will attend all your school events, serve tea at all your princess tea parties, even when he's tired he will at least make sure to read you a bedtime story. all might once mentioned seeing nana shimura as a mother and I think he would try to be an equally if not better parent then her. wanting to take care of you and prove himself not only a worthy successor and hero but also as a worthy father.

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Izuku Midoriya x AFO's Daughter PT3

No es hasta que en un encuentro planeado por Midoriya, All Might se presenta ante ella en esa forma tan débil y cálida que se encontraba en el fondo de su mente. Casi sufre un colapso mental cuando el rubio se inclina ante ella. Sus ojos no pueden relacionar está figura con la de All Might, pero sabe que son la misma persona. Todo este tiempo, la persona que la cuido cuando era pequeña y que ella no recordaba fue All Might, ella sabe que su padre debió haber hecho algo. Ella se aleja cuando la imagen y el entorno se distorsionan en su mente.

No quiere verlo, definitivamente no quiere hacer esto. ¿Qué ha hecho su padre?

Izuku se acerca preocupado cuando a la chica se le dificulta respirar.

— ¡No te acerques! ¿C-cómo? ¿Porqué? ¿Qué ganabas con esto? —Reclama, sus ojos inundados en una inmensa furia.— No vuelvas a acercarte.

Intenta desaparecer usando su quirk y se sorprende cuando no funciona. Su cabeza gira desesperadamente a una esquina, siente su quirk ser interrumpido, bloqueado. Al final del recorrido estaba Aizawa plantado sobre un edificio, sus ojos brillando intensamente. El terror rápidamente se instala en su interior, prueba un quirk y otro y otro solo para ser bloqueados.

¡Diablos! ¡No puede estar pasando!

Se lanza hacia All Might en un intento de usarlo como ren, el corazón de Toshinori cae cuando frente a él, por un momento no ve más que la encarnación de All For One queriendo cazarlo; rápidamente Izuku inmoviliza a la chica en el suelo, esta desesperada, forcejea y muerde al peliverde cada vez que puede. Le dedica una mirada de odio a Aizawa, espera por un parpadeo de este hombre, por cualquier cosa, hay un momento en que internamente ruega por ello.

Ya no puede más, el juego no puede terminar así, si la capturan, su padre se enteraría y ella no podría hacer más que esperar su inminente castigo. Sus ojos se llenan de lágrimas una vez izuku empieza llevarla a la UA junto a All Might y Aizawa. El pelinegro entrecierra los ojos, sabe que la chica está viviendo un ataque de ansiedad que no pueden tratar en este momento y se lo hace saber a su estudiante con la mirada. Izuku está ansioso igualmente, más no pretende dejarla ir. No la dejara volver allí.

No hace falta la entrevista para saber que ella no teme a la captura de los héroes, no le preocupa en lo más mínimo, le atemoriza su padre y el castigo venidero.

¡Dios! Teme volverse Blanca nieves. En un inicio nadie lo entiende, pero Izuku conecta los puntos con las interacciones que han tenido y le promete su protección, por supuesto, la chica no quiere saber nada más de él, lo ignora como a un fantasma y eso le duele a Izuku, le duele mucho viniendo de ti.

[actuallysaiyan]

My Baby(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, baby, crying, Toshinori being emotional, fluff word count: 0.9k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: the cry of your little baby wakes you, but it's Toshinori that goes to check on her. a sweet little moment between father and daughter! a/n: my first Toshinori fic that I ever wrote a month ago!!!!! dividers by @adornedwithlight

It’s the sound of your baby girl wailing that rouses you from your shallow slumber. You sit up, still a bit groggy. You’re just about to get out of the bed when a hand stops you from your movements. Toshinori rolls over, looking at you. He sees the bags under your eyes from so many sleepless nights. You look even more tired tonight than you have in the last few days.

“Please rest, my love. I can handle this.”

Your heart swells with love. You trust your husband to do anything for you. If he could, he’d give you the moon and the stars. With your eyes half-closed, you manage to see him leaving the room. He closes the door behind him after checking in with you for a split second.

Toshinori panicked when you first mentioned you were pregnant. Not that he had been careful; it had been so tough to do so. You drew him in with your kind heart, your sweet smile and your softness. He adored you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

But fatherhood…no, he couldn’t do it. That’s what he thought at first. The thought of everyone knowing that you were having his baby, it was way too worrisome.

And yet, he failed to leave you. He was with you every step of the way. Every doctor’s appointment. Every ultrasound. Even the silly parenting classes you had signed you both up for. Toshinori wasn’t going to abandon you. Even as your belly swelled, he still placed a ring on your finger and you were his forever.

He steps into the room, approaching the crib. The sounds of his daughter’s cries always hit him so deep in the heart. He knows it’s normal for a baby to cry, but that’s his baby. His sense of protection and the need to make sure everyone is safe makes it extra hard for him to hear her cries.

Gently, he picks her up and brings her to his chest. He looks down at the tiny babe. She’s very small in his arms. 

“Shhh…don’t worry, everything’s alright. Daddy’s here.”

She immediately begins to calm down even at just the sound of his voice. Her bottom lip trembles a little until she’s completely still. Then her eyes look into his. The way she has the same eyes as him, it’s a gift from the heavens he thinks. She looks a lot like you, but he still sees so much of himself in her. She will be a strong little lady, this he knows for sure. There’s no doubt that his little daughter will grow up to have a very just and pure heart and the strength to push through even the worst days.

“My sweet girl,” he brings her up to his face, kissing her cheek. “Daddy’s here.”

He checks to see if she needs to be changed. When he gets that taken care of, he brings her into the kitchen so he can make her a bottle. It’s not easy to be a father, but when he sees everything you’ve sacrificed to become a mother, he knows he can do it. He’s seen everything you’ve done so far and he pushes himself to always be your biggest supporter and the best father he can be.

With the little baby in the bassinet, Toshinori works on making her a proper bottle. He’s been tiptoeing around as well, making sure not to make too much noise. The last thing he wants is for both of his best girls not to be able to sleep. Once the bottle is ready, he takes it and the baby back into her bedroom. He’s ready to give her some food so that she can sleep well.

In the comfortable rocking chair in the corner, he sits with his sweet daughter in his arms. He feels his chest growing so heavy. Tears prick his eyes as he watches her feed. She’s growing so fast, and he swears the time is moving much too fast for his own liking.

Soon, he’s burping her and then she’s falling asleep in his arms. The way her eyes keep closing and then reopening to check if he’s still there, it’s tugging on his heartstrings. He places her back in her crib and he takes a moment to admire her.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” you ask as you approach him.

Toshinori wipes away his tears, “She’s so perfect. I can’t believe…I can’t believe we made her,”

You wrap an arm around him, pulling him so close to you. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, shuddering as he allows his emotions to get the best of him. Then you lead him back to your bedroom once you’re sure that your baby is fine.

Once under the sheets once more, Toshinori clings to you. He holds you so close, and you find it comical because of his large form. Even if he is in his true form, he’s still so much larger than you. He sniffles as he tries to calm himself. 

“Who would have thought I’d be taking care of two babies?” you joke softly as you kiss his temple.

“I can’t help it,” he wipes away his tears again. “I’m just so happy.”

You cup his cheek and kiss him softly. He’s always been very forthcoming with his emotions, but this was so sweet. Your heart was so full of love right now. You hold him close, allowing him to rest his head on your chest. As you play with his hair, Toshinori has no problem drifting off to sleep.

His mind filled with happy thoughts of his little family…

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[faulty-writes]

hi! do you think you could do a iida x f!reader where they’re the daughter of sir nighteye, and when he eventually dies they go after chisaki for revenge but iida talks them out of it, and uses his experience with stain to convince them.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like ur writing, especially the iida ones!

[ Hello dear anon. Apologies that this took longer than anticipated. I ended up having to split this into two parts. So no worries, the second part will be published as soon as I am able. But I hope you enjoy this. I like the aspect of Sir Nighteye having a daughter and her having to deal with his passing. ]

He took EVERYTHING from you and left only an empty void where your heart once resided. It felt like a violent storm drowned you in a suffocating ocean of sadness after your father, Sir Nighteye, died. But this wasn’t as bad as the suffocating worry that your friends surrounded you with.

Since Toshinori had a personal history with your father, he tried to comfort you after this unfortunate event, but you chose to isolate yourself instead. Despite your father’s passing, you knew he would be disappointed that you distanced yourself from everyone, including the man he idolized.

If you got around to cleaning the countless All Might items, he had accumulated over the years, it would be a nightmare. It was bad enough that you had to attend and deliver a eulogy at his funeral. During your speech, you choked on your words and sobbed in front of everyone until Tenya, your closest friend, politely ended it.

After that, he guided you to a private location where you cried into his chest for what seemed like hours. It’s hard to recall if you thanked him for that, but the whole event was a blur. With time, the tragic feeling of sadness gradually changed into anger as you got used to living without your father.

Wait…no that’s not quite right. Anger wasn’t the right word to describe it. The bloodthirsty need for vengeance was more accurate. Yup. You may ask, against whom? Overhaul, otherwise known as Kai Chisaki, caused your father’s demise.

And in your vengeful mindset, you laid out a plan that would, hopefully, confront him and avenge your father’s death. Once you did, you believed it would honor his memory because it would rewrite how he died in vain.

It was evident that your dark cloud of thought followed you to school the following morning, since your classmates’ raised eyebrows, and looked shocked, or just plain concerned when they saw you or passed you in the hallway.

“Ribbit, I know Y/n is still upset over what happened. But she hasn’t talked to anyone about it since,” Tsuyu said, and Eijirou nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, crossing his arms. “I’m worried about her. She’s giving off an aura scarier than Bakugou right now,” the angry blond growled.

“What the hell did you just say!?” He demanded, rising from his seat before grabbing Eijirou by the front of his uniform. Tsuyu ignored them, while Tenya tried to get their attention. “I insist you refrain from engaging in physical aggravation during class hours!” He snapped, chopping his hand through the air.

“Class hasn’t even started yet, damn four-eyes!” Katsuki snapped in response, making Tenya sigh. He believed that Katsuki was certainly rude, and it was unlikely that he’d ever gain the patience to practice proper social manners.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his frustration when Tsuyu spoke again. “Maybe you should talk to her Iida,” she suggested. “You’re her closest friend, right?” Her question was followed by a look of curiosity, and he returned that curious expression while clasping his chin, contemplating.

“I suppose that is correct,” he replied before looking your way. You were slumped over at your desk with your arms resting against its surface. “I am afraid that while I have been attempting to provide comfort for Y/n over the weeks since the death of her father, I have been rather unsuccessful.” He hated admitting that.

“I assumed that she required space and time so as to not further aggravate her emotional state,” he explained before taking a deep breath. “But perhaps a direct approach is needed,” he looked at Tsuyu and walked past Katsuki and Eijirou who paused and observed where he was heading.

“He’s going to talk to Y/n?” Eijirou asked, looking at Tsuyu and Katsuki huffed before dropping his hands to his sides. “Just what the hell does four-eyes think he’ll accomplish by doing that?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he continued to watch.

As Tenya approached, he noticed you mumbling to yourself. Your words, however, were indistinguishable. He stood there for a moment, curious if you noticed him. However, you seemed rather oblivious, so he cleared his throat, hoping to catch your attention.

This didn’t work. “Very well,” he stated, “pardon my reach.” He laid his hand on your shoulder and proceeded to shake you. “Hm?!” Your eyes widened, and your muttering stopped. You clenched your jaw, and turned your head, prepared to snap at whoever was disturbing your not murderous and vengeful thoughts about Chisaki.

However, you latched onto your lip when you saw who it was. “Oh,” a small wave of panic washed over you. Had he heard what you were muttering? If that was the case, you needed to play it cool or dumb. However, it wasn’t easy to fool Tenya, especially since his incident with Mei at the Sports Festival.

You glanced away while rubbing your neck. Here goes nothing. “Oh hey, Iida,” you replied, ignoring how your stomach churned and twisted into knots. As a hero student, you hated feeling nervous, although, given the negative emotions you had been experiencing lately, this feeling was more than welcome.

You frowned and focused on Tenya again. It was scary, in a way, to think that he probably knew more about how you felt than anyone else. Yes, you pushed everyone who attempted to comfort you away and although your actions were justified due to the recent tragedy that occurred, Tenya was persistent.

It was a wonder what he’d think if you told him that the tiny voice of reason in your head seemed to vanish whenever your thoughts switched to Chisaki, and hatred engulfed your heart. He narrowed his eyes, gazing at you with concern.

“Are you…well?” He asked. “Well?” You repeated, your eyes glossing over and your gaze turning toward the front of the classroom. “Yes…I am well,” you replied, but your voice lacked emotion, and that alarmed him even more.

He had been rather concerned about your well-being and state of mind after your father’s death. When Tensei was greatly injured, he experienced such emotional turmoil that he almost lost his sense of heroism and logic.

He would hate to see you go down the same path, even though you claimed to be fine. Yet, when you turned to look at him, he noticed something in your eyes, and it made his stomach turn. He swallowed heavily but decided to address it later.

“I see,” he took a step back and pressed a hand against his chest. “Are you…certain you are feeling well?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He did not want to believe that you would lie to him. However, he also knew there was a chance that you didn’t even know how you were feeling now.

Emotions were quite hard to explain at times and traumatic events tended to cause one to feel “numb” and as such, a lack of emotion followed, and made it difficult for one to truly grasp just how they felt. He supposed you were also going through the various stages of grief, which too was understandable.

Your whole life changed overnight, and yet the world continued to turn. Forcing you to abide by its rules when all you desired was a break, a mere moment to recollect yourself. Yet, this did not happen. He knew how frustrating that was.

Perhaps that is why his words were of no use to you now and he was better suited to continue to play the role of support. That was quite efficient in most cases because it allowed the individual the space they so required while at the same time, knowing that there was someone there to reach out to when needed.

“Yes,” you replied. Once again, your voice was barely audible. It was almost as though someone was pulling a string and speaking for you. A single recorded phrase that meant nothing and although he did not like it, he had to accept it. At least for the moment.

He nodded. “Very well, I am certain you already know that I will always be present if you require any assistance or perhaps…someone to lend an ear and discuss the ailments you are experiencing,” he stated, chopping his hand rhythmically through the air.

“Yes,” you replied, staring blankly at the front of the classroom again. He curled his lips and shook his head in uncertainty. Nevertheless, he turned around and walked back to Tsuyu and Eijirou, who were now joined by Shoto and Izuku.

“H-hey Iida,” Izuku greeted cheerfully. “Hello,” he replied, grasping his chin, and tapping it with his finger. Tenya ignored how they exchanged glances and the silence that filled the air was broken when Eijirou snapped, “Well!?” Izuku was startled by his outburst while Shoto raised his eyebrow.

Tenya glanced at him. “What happened with Y/n!? Is she okay?!” He urged, and Shoto turned to Izuku. “Y/n?” he questioned, and Izuku shrugged, uncertain of the conversation taking place. Tsuyu walked over and laid her hand on Eijirou’s back, making him recoil before looking at her from over his shoulder.

“Oh heh, sorry,” he replied. He got emotional and sometimes let it go to his head. “We’re all concerned about Y/n,” she explained, glancing at Izuku and Shoto. “It’s going to be a while before she’s okay again. I know she must miss Sir Nighteye.” All of them did.

“Ribbit, but I’ve noticed something off-putting about Y/n lately too,” something that wasn’t sadness nor anger, but an entirely different emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Hm,” she tapped her lips before looking at Tenya.

“Actually…” she said. Maybe she could describe the emotion she saw in you after all. “The way she’s acting reminds me of Iida,” she commented. “Pardon?” Tenya replied, perhaps the most confused among his friends. “Don’t you remember, Iida?” she asked. “After your brother was injured,” she clarified.  

Izuku frowned. “Y-yeah, I remember that T-Todoroki-kun and I w-went after you,” or rather it was a matter of lucky circumstance that they happened to be in the same area as Tenya at the time. “We…defeated The H-Hero Killer together…” he continued, “and a-after…Iida admitted that…” His hands curled into fists.

He had a hard time remembering the emotional impact of that day. Shoto, noticing his friend’s distressed state, placed a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t much for physical affection, but since making friends at Yuuei, he learned how to provide comfort.

Izuku turned to him, but Shoto’s eyes shifted to Tenya. “Iida went after Stain like a fool,” he said, never one to sugarcoat anything. Although he seemed unaware of the awkward tension he had created. “You let your anger cloud your judgment…I let it cloud my judgment too,” he admitted.

Thinking back to how he used to be, so angry and closed off to the world. He was truly thankful to his friends for helping him escape his shell. Eijirou’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened as if he had seen the most horrific sight. “Wait…” He paused, making sure he understood everything.

“Are you suggesting that Y/n might…” he shuttered to think about it, but nobody expected someone as rational as Tenya to do what he did either. All eyes turned to him, and quite frankly, he was at a loss for words. “Well, I…” he straightened his posture and pushed his glasses up, looking in your direction perplexed.

“I am not certain…” although given your insistence that you were fine, you may still be in denial about what happened or hiding your true emotions just as he did. “Talking to her hadn’t helped provide you with a clue?” Shoto asked, now making everyone look at him.

Eijirou chuckled and laid his hand on Shoto’s shoulder. This made him tremble in response and look at the redhead as if he insulted his ancestry. “I think you’re being too blunt,” he stated, making Shoto knit his eyebrows. “Blunt?” He repeated but Tsuyu spoke up. “Todoroki-kun makes a good point,” she said.

“Then again, nobody knew what Iida wanted to do until it was too late,” she tapped her chin a few times, letting her eyes linger on you. “Maybe we need to observe her,” she suggested, making Eijirou raise his eyebrow. “Observe her? What do you mean, like keep an eye on her?” she nodded.

“What do you think Iida?” She asked, noticing he was frowning. “I am not certain that is the best strategy as it may invade the barriers of privacy,” he stated, chopping his hand lightly through the air. “However, perhaps that is the only option we have left…” he concluded.

“S-so how can w-we do it?” Izuku peeped up. Eijirou grinned. “Yeah! We have to be stealthy, right?” He asked, turning to Shoto who wore a blank expression as he thought. “I don’t think we need to spy,” he said a minute later. “Just keep an eye on her like Tsuyu suggested,” he noted.

“It doesn’t mean we need to watch her all the time. We just need to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or wander somewhere alone,” he clarified. “Oh, okay,” Eijirou said. “So, give her space but talk to her when we think she’s doing something suspicious?” In a way, it still seemed dishonest.

“Perhaps that is best,” Tenya said, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder if, like him, there was a chance you’d wander off when you suspected no one was watching you. Regardless, it was his job along with your mutual friends to prevent you from walking down a dark path from which there was no return.

“All right, everyone in your seats,” Shota stated as he walked through the door. “Yes sir!” Tenya immediately said, scrambling to get to his seat just as his friends did. While he normally paid attention in class, he found his gaze drifting to you.

You looked intensely focused on your thoughts instead of the lesson Mr. Aizawa was currently teaching. He might be pleased to know he was right. Within your mind, you devised several plans to confront Chisaki. These were the ideas you scribbled down in your notebook.

You assumed that nobody would look at it especially given your unique situation. Yuuei insisted you have sessions with the lifestyle guidance counselor, Ryo Inui also known as the Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog. Usually, these sessions are one hour long on selected days of the week. Today was one of those days.

As to not disturb your afternoon hero training too much, the sessions took place during lunch. Ryo usually kept quiet, to your surprise, during the first 25 minutes of the session to give you time to eat. The remaining time was used to talk about how you were feeling, and how you were dealing with the loss of your father.

But you told him what you told everyone else: that you were fine. Of course, he didn’t buy that. “One day you’ll have to face how you feel!” He growled at you. Oh, if only he knew what you were about to do. “If you can’t handle that, come to us!” You hated it when he gave this speech, even if he had a valid point to make.

“You rely on us heroes to protect you even from yourselves!” You knew he meant well but letting someone else handle your demons just seemed wrong. Although that could be your stubborn and determined attitude speaking. Your father taught you how to be cold and calculated in a sense, and to do nothing short of your best.

Yet maybe that played into your naive plan regarding what you wished to do to Chisaki. Nevertheless, the session ended without you learning or improving. Your rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway as you exited your classroom and headed to Gym Gamma.

You had some regret not taking your hero costume with you to your session with Ryo, but it didn’t matter now. You carried it with one hand while your other was wrapped around the strap of your backpack which hung off your shoulder. As you turned the hallway corner, you stumbled back and fell to the floor with a thud.

The suitcase containing your hero costume flew and bounced on the floor a few times. It then hit the opposite wall near an empty classroom. Your backpack contents spilled out, littering the floor. You sat up, hissing softly.

“Ouch…” you muttered before someone stepped in front of you. “Apologies,” when you looked up, Tenya stared back at you. He was dressed in his hero suit, apart from the helmet that normally concealed his face.

“Hm?” When he realized he had run into you, he leaned onto one knee and glanced at you from head to toe. “Are you injured? Forgive me, I was not anticipating someone coming around the corner at the accelerated speed you were going,” he explained.

“Yeah well…” You glanced away, irritated. “I’m not injured…” you muttered. “Then may I assist you in gathering your things?” He asked, referring to the contents of your backpack. You sighed and slowly sat on your knees.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, picking up the first few items within reach. Tenya walked around and picked up one of the textbooks. He handed it to you before grabbing the notebook you were writing in earlier that morning.

After placing the textbook in your backpack, you grabbed said notebook. However, it slipped between your fingers when Tenya handed it to you and landed on the floor again. Your vengeful ideas were scribbled across its pages and were now laid open for the world to see.

You cursed yourself for hesitating because that allowed Tenya to pick up the notebook and curiously look at what you had written down. Your heart pounded and you could only helplessly watch his eyebrows knit together.

“Pardon but-” You jumped to your feet and snatched it from him. He looked shocked by your behavior. “W-what are you even doing here!?” You demanded, clenching the notebook to your chest, and glaring at him. He blinked a few times, and you noticed a suspicious look in his eye.

“I…was merely assisting an injured classmate to Recovery Girl,” he replied. You huffed “Good for you,” in response before frantically picking up the rest of your things. You shoved them into your backpack and grabbed the metal suitcase containing your hero suit.

“Y/n?” Tenya asked, watching the spectacle with serious concern. However, he remained silent as you raced down the hallway. This was despite his urge to exclaim that running in hallways was prohibited. Little did he know your cheeks burned red.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ Out of all the things he could have seen. Well, maybe you could just…make some excuse if he asked about them. Something along the lines of getting your emotions out on paper. Yeah, that sounded fine. Writing was a form of coping, right?

Although you weren’t certain how much of that Tenya would buy, the way he looked at you the rest of the day only indicated that his suspicions were high. You tried to ignore it to the best of your ability and avoided him when you could.

You knew that might come back to bite you, but you didn’t care because there were more important things to do. Like conducting research regarding Chisaki’s whereabouts. Luckily, it was easy to fool Principal Nezu and the rest of your teachers.

Simply, you told them that you needed time for yourself and felt overwhelmed by your emotions. You couldn’t be disturbed while doing research. Although you felt some remorse for using your father’s death as an excuse to do your vengeful research, it would be worth it.

They granted you a week off without consequence. The only condition was that you had to stay within Yuuei student housing grounds and continue your regularly scheduled sessions with Hound Dog. A small price to pay, not that you were going anywhere, not yet at least.

Although the student dorm was a bit eerie during the day because of the dead silence with the occasional creaks and cracks of the building settling, you tried not to let this disturb you as you started your week-long research. Of course, your friends were concerned when they noticed you were absent from class.

In addition, you rarely left your room during the evening. However, none were more concerned than Tenya. Frankly, he couldn’t help but think back to the strange writing you had in your notebook. It wasn’t that hard to figure out that those writings and your current behavior were connected.

“A-are you sure about this I-Iida?” Izuku asked. “Yeah, I mean she could just be trying to express herself. Nothing’s more manly than taking control of your emotions!” Eijirou declared with a smile while Tsuyu thought quietly.

“I’m most certain the writing within her notebook was not merely a method to cope with her emotions,” he replied sternly. “Are you sure?” Eijirou asked before Tsuyu spoke up. “Ribbit, well if Iida is right then Y/n needs our help,” she concluded.

“Well, if there’s something wrong and she’s going to go through with what she wrote, I agree,” Eijirou said. Izuku clenched his jaw, his features twisted with uncertainty. “B-but we…we can’t just f-force help onto h-her…” he stated before glancing away, trying to devise a reasonable solution in his head.

“W-what if they try to…l-leave? They haven’t even b-been in class lately a-and…” he frowned. He hated thinking you would do something sneaky like him, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, and Momo had when The League kidnapped Katsuki.

Leaving in the middle of the night without telling anyone and running around the city in disguises wasn’t the nicest or smartest thing they could have done. Not to mention how they neglected Tsuyu’s feelings on the matter. However, at least they patched things up and Eijirou and her were closer than ever.

All eyes seemed to linger on the ground. More than likely, they were all thinking the same thing Izuku was. “Maybe…we can ask Yaoyorozu for help?” Tsuyu suggested, naturally catching everyone’s attention. “May I ask you to elaborate on your suggestion?” Tenya replied, and Eijirou nodded.

“Yeah, why ask Yaoyorozu for help?” he asked. “I’m sure she can figure out a way to keep track of Y/n without us interfering,” she explained. “Huh…” Eijirou thought about her words, glancing at Izuku who seemed concerned about the idea of asking Momo for help while Tenya sighed.

“Perhaps it would be beneficial to use alternative methods to ensure we don’t worsen Y/n’s already fragile condition,” he said before looking at Tsuyu. “Do you believe Momo could provide such a solution?” Tsuyu smiled, the tip of her tongue sticking out from between her lips.

She nodded in response to Tenya’s question and with some hesitance, the four of them sought her out. “I’m honored that you’d ask for my help,” Yaoyorozu said, placing a hand on her chest. “But I don’t know what I can do,” she said, tapping her lips a few times.

“Y/n is entitled to a little privacy and time alone to sort out her feelings. I can’t imagine what she’s going through,” she said with a frown. “That’s exactly why we need your help!” Eijirou exclaimed, curling his hands into fists.

Yaoyorozu looked at him, her eyebrow raised. “Come on, there must be something you can do,” he said while Tsuyu laid a comforting hand on his back. “Iida is mostly concerned about what he found in Y/n’s notebook,” she explained. “Her notebook?” She asked, looking at Tenya perplexed.

“I’m not certain if the writings found in her notebook were a coping mechanism that assisted her in organizing her complex array of emotions or perhaps…plans she wishes to enact,” he explained. Silence lingered in the air shortly after. Eijirou looked at Izuku before walking toward Yaoyorozu.

“Whatever it is, Iida is right to be concerned. We all are!” He stated, determination shining in his eyes before grabbing Yaoyorozu’s hands. She looked shocked by this action, almost as if it were foreign. He leaned forward, locking eyes with her.

“He’s doing the right thing by bringing this to our attention. Even if Y/n doesn’t want our help, we need to prevent her from making a big mistake,” he said, tightening his grip on her hands. “So please,” he brought her hands against his chest where his heart pounded erratically.

“Will you help us?” He asked. “Mm…” she glanced away, thinking for a moment. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “I think I have a solution,” extending her arm, it glowed a faint blue hue before several oval-shaped devices fell onto the floor, each one clinking as they piled on top of one another.

“Huh?” Eijirou looked at the devices, clearly confused about what they were while Tenya picked one up, examining it closely. “These are motion devices,” Yaoyorozu explained before a larger, more rectangular device manifested from her arm. She quickly grasped it before it hit the floor.

“Here,” she said, holding it out to Tenya. He looked perplexed but took it, nonetheless. She smiled proudly and placed a hand on her hip. “That will alert you when the motion sensors are set off, but it may be impossible to tell what sets them off,” she explained.

“Still, I know it will help with your request,” Tenya enclosed his hand around the device. “Thank you very much for your assistance. I am most certain this will help indeed,” he replied, smiling at Yaoyorozu. She returned it and looked at Eijirou, Tsuyu, and Izuku.

“I believe we should find appropriate locations for these motion devices,” Tenya said, kneeling to gather them in his hand. “R-right!” Izuku replied, helping him pick them up while Eijirou laid his hand on Yaoyorozu’s shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks! We owe you one!” He grinned like a madman showing off his pointy-shark-like teeth and while that may unsettle some, she nodded. “Glad I could help,” she said, “especially if Y/n needs it.” A frown came to her face. “I hope they’re alright.” It was evident she was just as worried as everyone else.

Following this, Tenya carefully considered the proper locations for the motion devices. He believed the most beneficial locations were the front steps of the Class A dormitory, the entrance to the nearby forest, and along the road to Yuuei High. Yes, these particular spots would also be triggered throughout the day.

However, there was more likelihood that, if by chance you would leave, you’d do it at night. The days following were some of Tenya’s most emotionally heightened. He was constantly on edge, waiting for something to happen.

When night came, he always woke up to the sound of the motion devices going off. However, every time he hurried outside, he found that something else triggered it. Like an animal curiously passing by in the dead of night.

While his friends lost hope or doubted that the writings Tenya described in your notebook were malicious, something told him that was not the case. Perhaps one could call it intuition, but he could not accept that those writings were merely emotional expressions.

He believed they were motives. Plans you wished to take into action, and he would not rest until he caught you in the act or prevented you from doing it. So, he continued to wait, and the following night, he was jolted out of his sleep when the device went off as it had done many times before.

He hitched his breath, immediately grabbing his glasses. Despite being in his sleepwear, he slipped on a light jacket, put on his jogging shoes, and left his sleeping cap on his bed. The last thing he grabbed was the device that had jolted him awake and went to your room.

He noticed that your door was left ajar. “Mm…” Despite respecting the inner sanctum of another’s living space, he placed his hand on the doorframe and peered into your room. Even with the lights shut off, he noticed that your bed was undone, and you were nowhere to be found.

He also noticed that the dresser drawers were open, almost as if you rushed to gather clothing before disappearing. His grip tightened on the doorframe, his nails digging into it briefly before he ran down the hallway. He knew his frantic steps might alert his classmates and wake them from their sleep.

However, he did not care, there was a more pressing matter at hand. This was, of course, finding you and possibly stopping whatever horrific act you wished to commit. He had to find you before it was too late. He had to save you.

He pushed past the front door of the student dorm and hurried down the stairs as the cool night air evaporated his breath. He looked back and forth along the road that surrounded the student campus, and his heart sank when he realized you were nowhere in sight.

Silence fell over him, accompanied by the cries of owls and the chirping of insects in the distance. Then he extended one leg out in front of him, bending it at the knee and extending the opposite leg behind him. His calves shifted and six small engines appeared that sparked to life with a loud rumble.

A deafening silence fell over the world around him as his eyes focused forward. He was about to take off to search the surrounding areas where he had placed the motion devices as he had done countless times before. The only difference was that he was certain you had left the premises this time.

While it could have been easy enough to assume you had merely woken up in the middle of the night to have a snack or use the restroom, it appeared you had taken provisions. This was enough to convince him you were out here.

His engines backfired temporarily when a hand grabbed his shoulder, surprising him and breaking his concentration. “Wow, heh, sorry Iida,” Eijirou said, flashing him a smile. “We were wondering if you’d be out here,” Tsuyu chimed in, coming to stand next to Eijirou. Tenya knit his eyebrows.

“Well, heh,” Eijirou rubbed the back of his head, “you kind of woke everyone up with your rushed footsteps…and Izuku wanted to know what happened,” he explained, nervously. Tsuyu nodded. “When he noticed you weren’t in your room, he searched the dorm, ribbit.”

She then shrugged. “I figured you’d gone after Y/n or something else that triggered the motion sensors,” she explained, pressing one finger to her chin. “Yeah, but we didn’t want you to search alone anymore or go after Y/n by yourself, considering how determined you can get sometimes,” Eijirou said before looking around.

“I was just preparing to track her down,” Tenya explained, almost sounding irritated that he had been interrupted despite knowing his friends meant well. “We’ll help then!” He declared and ignored Tenya’s raised eyebrow.

“I am not certain that is the most beneficial-” Eijirou grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him. “Which way do you want us to go?!” He asked frantically, and yet again Tenya looked at him with a raised eyebrow before a sigh passed his lips. He felt annoyed but knew that, perhaps, the more help he got the better.

Then again, this was a delicate situation and if more than one person approached you, there was a chance you’d become hostile. That is why he needed to ensure that he found you first. But regardless, he nodded. “Very well,” he said, clasping his chin in thought.

“Perhaps Tsuyu can provide assistance in searching behind the campus. I will search the area up ahead,” he stated, motioning with his hand. “Right, I’ll go this way!” Eijirou exclaimed before running in the opposite direction. In Tenya’s mind, he wondered if they’d get in trouble.

The teachers keep a close eye on the student housing, but surely, they’d understand this situation if Tenya explained it to them. “Good luck on your search Iida,” Tsuyu said before hopping off the ground at a great distance. He watched her soar through the air and turned to see Eijirou looking back and forth a long way down the path.

He trusted that they would do the right thing if they happened upon you but now wasn’t the time to sit and contemplate that. Once again, he got into position, and without delay he was gone in a flash, leaving nothing but lingering gray smoke behind.

The world blurred around him as he sped by, yet it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The piercing wind against his body felt like a thousand tiny cuts across his exposed flesh, but he didn’t care. Like a true hero, the only thing he focused on in this moment was you.

Near the wooded area, opposite the student dormitory, he slowed his pace and leaned over. Placing his hands on his knees, he panted softly and wiped the sweat from his face. His chest felt heavy, and perhaps that was the weight of responsibility he felt.

He needed to find you, but how? There were endless possibilities as to which direction and path you had taken. Even with his friends searching the area, what was the likelihood that they’d find you before the sun rose? His soft panting continued, and the cool air around him made his moistened skin sting.

The feeling of doubt was beginning to linger in the back of his mind when he felt something vibrate in his pocket. “Hm,” he paused and leaned up before pulling out the device. He looked at it perplexed as it continued to vibrate in his hand.

He pondered for a moment if this was merely another false alarm and that an animal had triggered one of the many motion sensors that were scattered about the area. However, as he lifted his head and glanced into the distance, he noted the trees that made up the nearby forest.

He couldn’t recall at this moment if he had placed a motion sensor in the location he was currently in, but perhaps this was a sign. He swallowed thickly and placed the device back into his pocket before his engines reeved again and he took off for the forest.

The ground underneath him seemed to change in density, its surface turning thicker and more slippery. Perhaps that was due to the mud that accumulated in the area, and he had to slow his pace the closer he got to the entrance of the forest to not slip and fall. He would despise being covered in mud.

Taking a deep breath, he ignored the pounding of his heart in his chest as he cautiously walked up to the first set of trees and noticed a small square device resting against the base of one of the said trees. When he got closer, the device in his pocket vibrated once more.

“Hm,” he clasped his chin and looked at the ground. Although it was dark, the moon allowed him just enough light to be able to make out footprints that led into the forest. “Mm,” he frowned and slowly kneeled to examine them closer.

It was impossible to tell if these were your footprints or perhaps someone else’s, but either way time was ticking away, and seconds were precious now. It was evident that there was a chance you had deviated from the path and instead, took refuge in the forest.

If that were true, then not only were you in danger of getting lost but potential animals could cause harm to you as well. Regardless, if there was a sliver of a chance that you had attempted to hide yourself in the greenery, he needed to take it.

With that in mind, he headed to the forest. He cautiously glanced around and despite the darkened sky looming above him, the small amount of light provided by the moon helped outline the trees and the path that nestled between them.

[ Part II ]

[thehouseofurmotha]

Hiya!

Welcome to my master-list! This is where all the fics I write can be found! As well as my request rules which are as follows <3

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Currently I will take requests for My Hero Academia, Yuri on Ice, and Harry Potter Marauders Era! This is very much subject to change depending on what fandoms I'm in at the time!

I will write mostly x reader but I'm also willing to do some character x character ships! I will also do poly relationships!

As of now I will not write smut, any yandere, or anything with extreme gore. This is also subject to change and I will do my best to write all requests but if something makes me uncomfortable or I feel I am not the right person to portray it I will not write it.

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My Hero:

Bakugou Katsuki (platonic/romantic)

Aizawa Shouta (platonic/romantic)

Todoroki Shouto (platonic/romantic)

Hawks (platonic/romantic)

Todoroki Touya, Dabi (platonic/romantic)

Kaminari Denki (platonic/romantic)

Iida Tenya (platonic/romantic)

Iida Tensei (romantic/platonic)

Toshinori Yagi, Allmight (platonic)

Eri (platonic)

Togata Mirio (romantic/platonic)

Sir night eye (platonic)

Shigaraki Tomura (platonic/romantic)

Kurioguri (platonic)

Shinsou Hitoshi (platonic/romantic)

Toga Himiko (platonic/romantic)

Yuri On Ice:

Viktor Nikiforov (romantic/platonic)

Yuuri Katsuki (platonic/romantic)

Yuri Plisetsky (platonic/romantic)

Mauraders Harry Potter:

Sirius Black (platonic/romantic)

Remus Lupin (platonic/romantic)

James Potter (platonic/romantic)

Regulus Black (platonic/romantic)

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My hero academia:

Bakugou Katsuki:

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Dating bakugo head canons

Always hot Bakugou x reader head canons

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Dating him head canons

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head canons

Shinso x reader soulmate au :)

Shouto Todoroki:

Shouto who likes to spend his money on you head canons

Shouta Aizawa:

Aizawa x chronically ill student reader head cannons

Yuri on Ice:

Mauraders:

[sugolara]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

Feat. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

An ongoing series.

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, Shota Aizawa and his eldest daughter must survive from the flesh eating monsters in hopes that Eri is still alive.

Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

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Included Characters: Eri, Hizashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama, Toshinori Yagi, Hitoshi Shinso (love interest)

Inspired by, "The Walking Dead A Telltale Game Series"

playlist!

" Fresh Blood – Eels " Walk Among the Cobras, Pt. 1 – Dan Sartain " Leave Behind – Sarah Cripps " Hope Prevails – Jesper Kyd " When I Grow Up – First Aid Kit " Fight For Survival – Klergy " Snow – Lisa Hannigan " Aeon Ending – Dew Of Light " To Live A Life – First Aid Kit " Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode " Death Is Not the End – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds " How Low – Jose Gonzales " The Fear – Ben Howard " Carrion Flowers – Chelsea Wolfe " Kettering – The Antlers " Coxcomb Red – Songs: Ohia " Five Years – David Bowie " Hard As Nails – Peter Wolf Crier " Swept Inside – Future Islands " Killing Machine – Tony Crown " Harmonix – Surfer Blood " Stand By Me – Ki:Theory " M.T.M.E. – Alexandra Saviour " Audience No.2 – Autolux " Palace Of Montezuma – Grinderman " In The Water – Anadel " Two Birds – Regina Spektor " Clocks – Coldplay " The Great Gig in the Sky – Pink Floyd " I’ll Be Good – Jaymes Young " To The Bone – Mirel Wagner " I Ain’t The One – Spoon " Take Us Back – Alela Diane " Salty Seas – Devics " In The Pines (Oakland) – Fantastic Negrito " Waiting around to die – The Be Good Tanyas " Red Morning – Devics " Gun In My Hand – Dorothy " Be Good – Waxahatche " Clementine – Elliot Smith " World Undone – Calexico " Blood – Algiers " Especially Me - Low " Release Me - Corrina Repp " No Death - Mirel Wagner

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: A new day Episode 2: I'll understand what you meant in a few long months Episode 3: Afraid Episode 4: Weak Episode 5: Quick and steady Episode 6: To live Episode 7: Just a little longer, my dear

Season 2: Episode 8: New beginnings Episode 9: Company Episode 10: Day something Episode 11: Bad news Episode 12: Check, check, check Episode 13: Fallen angel

Season 3: Episode 14: Little by little Episode 15: The feeling is nice Episode 16: Down below, where the sounds of growls will be the last you hear

To be continued...

Book one: Welcome To The New World Book two: To The One You Left Behind

[nights-legacy]

MHA Masterlist #2

Had to make a second Masterlist!

Masterlist #1 Main Masterlist Requesting Guildlines

Smut=💦 Fluff=🌻 Angst=💢

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I Don't Want You - Dabi 💦💢

Class 1A x Midoriya! Reader Headcanon 🌻

Who's Daughter? - Bakugou x Reader 🌻

Class 1A x Elemental Clone Quirk! Reader

Meeting My Hero - Bakugou Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 🌻

Remedies for Pesky Bites -- Aizawa & Hawks

Super Sonic Strength - Class 1A x Reader

Too Far - TodoDeku x Reader ��🌻

Don't Mess with Our Girl- DabiHawks x Reader 💢🌻

How Would You Know Anymore?! - Aizawa x Sister!Reader 💢

What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader 💢🌻

Give You So Much More - All Might/ Toshinori Yagi 🌻

Lover Lost? - Spinner 💢

Long Locks & Soft Moments - Shiggy 🌻

He's Projecting - Aizawa x Daughter! Reader 💢

[jomamaofficial]

Not sure if u do all Mha characters but could u do an all might angst of him having a daughter he doesn’t pay attention much too?

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Anon, I’m not going to lie, when I first read this request, I was like ehh… idk if I’ll enjoy writing that. And then I actually sit down and write it, and I’m like, WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHY AM I SO INVESTED IN THIS. So anon, you are a genius and you made my day with this request <3. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. TW: Mentions of blood. Masterlist  Edit: Part 2 Word Count: 3548. Summary: Adopted by All Might at the age of five, Toshinori Y/N was being trained to become the ninth user of One For All. With the quirk Element which gave you the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth, you were set for victory in the hero-society. However, after your quirk was stolen, your path led astray, the clear neglect was getting obvious, day by day, as your father found a new student to mentor. 

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The phone didn’t even ring for a second and he had already picked it up. 

“Y/N, my child, could you get the door? Midoriya-Shounen has come to visit.”

Silently, you obeyed your father as you promptly left your work. 

Midoriya Izuku. It was a popular name in the Toshinori household. His name managed to sneak into every dinner conversation, and every evening walk.

And now, he was just outside the door, seconds away from intruding your peace.  

You released a breath, fingers on the door handle. Your shoulders dropped down low and you straightened your spine, standing an inch or two taller. 

It was finally time to meet him. 

So with your best rehearsed smile that still didn’t reach your eyes, and your well rehearsed speech playing continuously in your suffocating mind, you opened the door. 

A bouquet of flowers and an earnest grin– this was the first time you met Midoriya Izuku. 

A few seconds passed as both of you stood still, your throat running slightly dry as you saw confusion build up in the young man’s face. 

“Um”, he took a gulp and stepped back. “I’m looking for the Toshinori household…?” 

You blinked at him before clearing your throat. 

“Yeah, you’re at th- um, yeah this is- I mean, I am-”

“Midoriya-Shounen!”

A loud and hearty voice greeted the young boy with a warm hug, apron on, spatula in one hand. You winced as you rubbed the shoulder your father swiftly brushed past. 

You pressed your lips together as you stood beside the embracing pair, hands behind your back as you hid them further into your sweater. 

“Five minutes early as always, my boy! Come on in!”

With an excited nod, the boy stepped inside the house, slipping his shoes off into the side of the genkan before following your father into the living room.

Unspoken words remained discarded in your mouth. 

And they led, and you followed. 

“You have a lovely house, All Might! I was really afraid I was going to run late. I had a bit of a heart attack when someone else opened the door… I thought I took down the wrong address, my mother told me it would happen but I was so surprised that I didn’t even think to confirm it beforehand or anything and it was so-”

“Midoriya-Shounen, please. Relax,” Toshinori chuckled, resting his hand on the worried boy’s shoulders. “You are here now. Please, sit down.”

Midoriya ran his hand to the back of his hair, sheepishly rubbing it as he took a seat across from you. His cheeks became flushed as his fingers adjusted the neck of his sweater. 

Toshinori rushed into the kitchen without another word, grabbing a plate of meticulously placed mochi in one hand, and a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water in the other. 

Midoriya immediately got up as he saw his mentor struggle through the narrow doorway, extending his arms to take the tray from him. 

They set the delicacies on the glass table, and without being told, Midoriya placed three coasters that were piled on the side of the table. His nimble hands made quick work of removing the glasses and pitcher from the tray. 

“Always a step ahead, my son!” Toshinori commended with a proud grin that stretched across his tired face. 

You moved to the side to make space for your father, tensing your legs so you could cramp yourself in the tiny corner of your tiny sofa. 

‘My son’. 

You watched as your father approached you, a glass of water in hand. Your eyes brightened. 

But your fingers barely brushed the cold glass before your father walked past you. 

The loud shut of the door shut the sparkle in your gaze and your jaw seized as you observed Midoriya, who moved to the side for your father who sat in the remaining space.  

Your hands immediately guarded the sliver of your exposed neck, the pads of your finger rubbing against your collarbone. 

Their lengthy conversation bled into a distance, and like a required prop, you just sat in the corner, spacing out onto the clear surface of the table that stood in between, dividing the pride and the disappointment. 

Your lips became dry as the shallow inhales and exhales latched onto the chapped skin of your lips. 

Water. 

You needed water.

But the only glasses in the room glared back at you, half-empty. 

“Oh, I’m sorry… Did I take your glass by mistake?” 

Midoriya caught on quickly, his eyebrows furrowing apologetically. 

You opened your mouth, drawing a breath in until-

“Fret not Midoriya-Shounen, the glass was yours. I must have forgotten to bring the third glass, there wasn’t enough space on the tray, you see.”

Your father had responded once again. And your unspoken words were discarded before they could even be said. 

“Y/N, go get yourself a glass, if you please. And on your way, maybe refill the jug too?” 

Midoriya stood up with the jug in his hand, “allow me to help you Toshinori-san!”

“Ah nonsense, she can do it herself, my son.” 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, your father sat Midoriya back down. “We don’t need to ruin the flow of our conversation, young man! We have much to speak about.” 

Midoriya tensed his brows as his gaze lowered. But in the end, with a curt nod, he settled into the comfort of his seat and the jug was placed back on the coaster. 

Hours passed. Evening twilight wound into night darkness. The bags under Toshinori’s eyes held greater weight, yet his dark vacant eyes held the reflection of the green-haired man in front of him, gleaming in a halo of pride.

It wasn’t until Toshinori’s lungs gave way to a bloody cough that the pair realised that the jug was empty. 

It wasn’t until the pair halted their conversation, glasses in hand, that they realised that the sofa in front of them was empty.

-

After the last few finishing touches, you stepped back with a breath of relief; your aching hips required some support from your hands, but the corners of your mouth twitched. 

An infectious pride was blooming in the depths of your chest, painting a ray of sunshine onto your cloudy face. The apples of your cheeks, full and bare; the crinkle of your eye, unfamiliar but genuine. You held your chin up high with your sleeves rolled to your elbows. 

“It looks amazing, Y/N-chan!”

You basked in the sonorous sound of your supervisor, who had just stepped besides you. 

“This is revolutionary, Y/N-chan, it truly is… I expected one or two sketch designs, but you… I have no words for how proud I am…” 

Your lips turned upwards as you met your supervisor’s eyes, beaming her a wide grin before turning back to your exhibition where before you, set delicately, was the accumulation of two years of hard work. 

Five scaled down prototypes of iron suits were set on display– standing tall and noble.  Each suit was paired with leaflets in their respective stands, with a bold font printed across the face: ‘The Iron Suit and the Quirkless Hero’. 

“I couldn’t afford any mistakes sensei… I just couldn’t. This was my dream. It’s been my dream since I was a child...”

And your inner child couldn’t let it go. 

So you grabbed her tiny hand, and pulled her far away from her sorrows, protecting her, nourishing her. 

The manifestation of the first quirk was regarded as a mystical phenomena; straight out of a sci-fi movie. But as time passed, quirk manifestations spread into common reality. ‘Professional Heroes’– a profession that would have garnered snickers and laughs a century ago, became the most sought after job globally. As the occurrence of a quirk grew, the government instilled quirk academies to scout the best and strongest quirk. Businesses began funding them when the first few heroes were churned out, and so the race to become the number one hero began from age five for many families. 

Like all races, it was a test of strength, endurance, and resilience. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, and only the most courageous could join it. 

But there were some who just couldn’t join the race? Not because they didn’t want to, no. But because they didn’t even have the legs to reach the starting line. 

Toshinori Y/N was adopted by Toshinori Yagi at the age of five. And already, by such a young age, you were sprinting far far ahead. 

Your quirk was Element– the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. Your father watched as he created the most powerful vessel for his ultimate goal: to turn his daughter into the ninth user of One For All. 

You had the motivation, you had the strength.

You were thrown head-first into the twisted fate of hero society where nothing could bring greater joy than breaking yourself in the name of progress. 

Hero society was a place where the pain of training was the sweetness of improvement, and the scars and fractures were the evidence of determination. 

So one fateful day as all good things came to an end, you were walking back home, hair pulled back in two pigtails with a kitty lunchbox in one hand. A bag way too big hung on your ten-year-old shoulders, and your quirk was ripped away, gone forever.

The planes of the neighbourhood harboured pained screams of a disturbed soul that haunted every passing parent for the next two months. 

Your legs were torn away in the middle of the race. And all you could do was stare at the passersby who mocked you as you tried to contain your spilling blood in order to survive. 

Your smile faded and the storm had returned. Your memories were a recurring nightmare. 

And you couldn’t wake up from them. 

“Your father will be so, so proud of you, Toshinori-san.”

“Mmm…”

You pressed your lips together, lowering your eyes. 

“I know he’ll be proud of you.”

You felt her comforting hand squeeze yours. 

“Yes, sensei. He will be.”

-

Hours went past since your exhibition started. Countless people and countless pats on the back. It was a haze. 

“Your call has been forwarded to the automated messaging sys-”

“For god’s sake.” 

You cut the phone. 

The lines on your forehead deepened as the number of missed calls grew. 

Where was he? 

Mentally, you replayed this morning’s conversation with your father. You had vividly remembered that you told him three times: “my exhibition is at five, dad. Please don’t be late.”

You had set alarms on his phone with small reminders attached to them: one at 4:00 PM, one at 4:15 PM, and one at 4:30 PM. 

Where was he?

Your heart beat a bitter drum as you watched some fathers with roses in one hand whilst the other was pressed against their hips as they gasped for air.

“I couldn’t be late for my angel’s exhibition now could I?”

It was 9:00 PM. 

The crowd had died down and you watched as they drained out: proud fathers holding their daughter’s hand, embracing them in unconditional love. Your once eager eyes were tired, exhausted from searching and scanning for the only face you had internally begged for. 

Had you not expected it, you would have cried. 

Your thumb hovered over your father’s name on your phone, hesitant. 

But there was no point. You switched your phone off. 

“Hana,” you asked the few friends that were left, “can you help me pack my things please?”

-

The pitch black darkness dragged the walk back to the nearest bus station. With your hands occupied with bags that contained the remains of your exhibition, periodically, you peered at the dimly-lit empty street behind you. 

The street lights flickered sporadically, teasing your lone steps that were getting faster and faster. 

The bus ride home was fine. You met a few friends waiting at the stop with their parents. Although when alone on the outer seat, hood still up, your eyes may have lingered too long at the napping daughters resting their head on their smiling fathers’ shoulders. 

Your stop approached in forty-five minutes. 

It was 10:36 PM when you got off the bus. The usual hustle of your neighbourhood had settled, so it wasn’t too hard to spot a head with green, curly hair leisurely walking towards your bus stop. 

“Midoriya-kun?”

The young boy lifted his head from his phone to look around. 

You gave him a hesitant wave, receiving a warm smile in return. 

“Toshinori-san?” he asked, taking off his earphones. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s me.”

You shoved your hands in your pockets. 

“Wha- what are you doing here?” you blurted, staring at the ground. 

The abrasive nature of your words caused Midoriya to stand straighter. He blinked a few times before answering. 

“Oh um, All Might called me over for a chat. He told me you weren’t home so he said it would be a good chance to discuss more… things?” 

The young boy ended his sentence with a wavering voice, getting quieter as he saw your body stiffen. 

In the moments of your wordless exchange, a warm ache began to develop in the walls of your skull. 

Midoriya’s gaze, which was travelling to and fro, fixed upon the bags hanging from your wrists. 

“How about you? Um… Where did you come back from?” 

Your mind tried to console your heart, hushing the bubbling feelings of resentment towards the boy in front of you. 

You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders drop low. 

You were tired. 

“I came back from an exhibition.”

“Oh really? Were you presenting? Is that what the bags are for?” 

Your lips found themselves smiling at Midoriya’s observation. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “they have my exhibition prototypes in them.”

Your ears perked up at the approaching sounds of relaxed footsteps. 

“May I see them please?” Midoriya asked. 

Finally, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. 

You mumbled, passing him the bag with your prototype inside. “Yeah… sure.”

Minutes passed in complete silence. Timid glances found themselves analysing the look on Midoriya’s face, who was carefully reading the contents of your pamphlet, cross-checking it with your prototype. You felt a warm flush on your cheeks as the boy looked up at you, eyes wide and bright. 

“You made this? By yourself?” 

He was baffled: eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. You pressed your lips together in attempts to hide your grin as you nodded. 

“It took me two years.”

Midoriya carefully placed your prototypes back into their respective boxes, passing the bag back into your hands. 

“I didn’t expect this at all- I mean, of course, you’re All Might’s daughter but just, being quirkless and everything? I just-” his expressive face comforted yours.

“You’re so cool, Toshinori-san. You’re so cool!”

The swells of your cheeks began hurting as you stared at Midoriya, your waterline becoming annoyingly emotional. 

“Thank you, Midoriya-kun…” 

“Please,” he chimed, “call me Izuku.”

You let out a chuckle just this once, sneaking a swipe to wipe the corner of your eyes. 

“In that case, please call me Y/N.”

Izuku’s wide grin ignited a mellow flame in your disappointed heart. You cursed your heart for every ill thought that crossed your mind about the boy that stood in front of you.  

“I am honoured to meet a brilliant mind like yours Y/N-san… The amount of lives this can save… The amount of innocent lives this can protect from harassment… You’re amazing Y/N-san,” he repeated, bowing down. 

You blushed, your hands immediately reaching out towards the young boy to lift him up, “oh, Izuku-kun, please don’t bow…” 

“My younger self thanks you Y/N-kun…” he whispered. 

There was a small crack in his soft voice. 

Your eyebrows twitched and the cold air travelled through the small opening in your mouth. 

“What do you mean, ‘younger self’...?”

Midoriya’s big green eyes were frosted on the surface. He straightened his back, staring off into the distance. 

“I’m sure your father told you, Y/N-san”, he cleared his throat. 

“I was born quirkless.”

Your fingers felt cold. 

“Quirkless…?”

“Yes. I was born quirkless. The doctors didn’t know what caused it. My parents had a quirk. My mother can float small objects towards her. And my father has a powerful quirk: fire breathing.”

His voice began quivering and the young boy had to take a pause.

“All I wanted as a young child was to become All Might. I still do, to be honest. I had a little All Might onesie. And my mother bought me all the All Might action figures. I would play hero with her. She used to act like a citizen in distress and for that short amount of time, I was her hero. And that led to me wanting to become everyone’s hero.”

His tears reflected the moonlight waning in the sombre sky. 

“I was five years old when I was told my dreams were basically worthless. That I should give up… and become a police officer.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, hiding your hands inside your pockets. 

“I didn’t eat for three days. I couldn’t stomach anything, so at some point, I-I guess I ended up fainting, and my mom had to rush me into the ER.”

Two bodies stood underneath the cold, clinical street light, incredibly still. 

But the loud noises pinched you to disturb the silence. 

You had to know.

“But… what about your quirk now?”

-

The door creaked open into a fully-lit living room. Toshinori was sitting in front of the television, phone in hand, swiping through his texts. 

Trays and glasses– two glasses exactly– were lazing on the table with cubes of melting ice piled up on the bottom. The cushions were moved to the side, and the couch covers relaxed comfortably with deep wrinkles.  

An unnoticed figure slipped inside the house and Toshinori felt two eyes settle onto him. 

“Y/N, when did you come back?”

Nothing. 

“My child,” he stood up, reaching towards your shoulder. 

You shrugged his hand off as soon as it touched you, lost in the voices consuming your mind. 

“Y/N! What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s eleven.”

“What do you-”

“It’s eleven!” 

Your father’s body tensed as he stepped back, his brows knitted in pain and confusion. 

Your throat, strained and dry, struggled to find words as it battled against the bitter rise of bile. 

Your jaw trembled as your eyes burnt with unshed tears in the now blurring room. The cries of betrayal felt so weak. What should have been anger– a hellflame spreading throughout your house, came out a sniffle and singular tear. Anger that should have engulfed the sounds in the room and overpowered the drone of the television and the tick of the passing time was nothing but suppressed by the overbearing eyes that scrunched in concern. 

“What do I have to do to get you to pay attention to me, dad? What do I have to do…” you weeped, your hands consoling your own body because no one else present could. 

The cries of betrayal felt so weak because it was someone else’s incompetency, someone else’s fault that pained your wailing heart. And the cries of a wailing heart begging to be loved was a silent sound that overpowered all sense of self. 

“What does he have that I don’t, dad? What did he do that I failed to do?” 

You broke down into his arms. You found refuge despite his false embrace; it repulsed you because you knew it was going to be short-lived. 

It was a fake. 

“Why did I have to find out that my father was quirkless from someone else’s mouth?” 

You felt his chest fall as your father squeezed you tighter. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, dad?” you whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry…” 

“Am I not worthy enough… Was I not worthy enough to find out?” 

Your ears preened, begging for reassurance, begging to hear: ‘that’s not true my child’. 

But it never came.

“I’m sorry for not being strong enough, dad… I’m sorry for letting him steal my quirk, dad.”

You tore away from his chest, sniffling away your tears for the last time. 

“But why didn’t you tell me that One For All could work with quirkless too?”

Toshinori crossed his hands in front of him as he averted his gaze from yours. 

“Why can’t you talk to me? Was I not good enough! Am I so weak without my quirk? That you blindly gave your power away to a boy you met a day ago! Dad, look at me!” you screamed, far too lost to control yourself. “Why couldn’t you give it to me, your own goddamn daughter? What did I not do dad, what did I not do!”

Why did All Might extend his hand to save Midoriya, when his daughter gave up her whole life to burn for his dreams?

His silence spoke a thousand words, so it was about time you spoke your final words. 

“You’re a great hero, dad. But that’s all you’ll ever be… you’ve been a great hero but you’ll never be a great dad.”

[bellathechildbitch]

👾Masterlist👾

My Hero Academia:

💪Yagi Toshinori💪:

Spending Quarantine with him

Asking him out on a date

Toshinori x daughter reader

Toshinori as your father

💤Aizawa💤:

Husband Material

Spending Quarantine with him

Him having a child with autism

Him having a child that has his lazy personality

Aizawa being your father would include

💥Hizashi💥

Spending Quarantine with him

Him as your father would include

⛓️Midnight⛓️

Her as your mother would include

Midnight with a short s/o

Other Characters:

Mt Lady with a short s/o

Black Butler

🐈‍⬛Sebastian🐈‍⬛

Quarantine with Sebastian

Modern Sebastian

Having a crush on him would include

Having an s/o that loves musicals

Having an s/o die during birth

Having an s/o who likes rock/heavy metal

Cuddling with Sebastian would include

💋Grell💋

Crushing on Grell

Having an s/o who likes musicals

Grell doing her s/o's nails

Movie Date with Grell

Grell dating a trainee reaper

🪦Undertaker🪦

Having an s/o how likes musicals

Ouran High School Host Club

🪞Tamaki🪞

Tamaki having a sister who is dating Kyoya would include

Being Tamaki's sister would include

Being in a poly relationship with him and Kyoya

👓Kyoya👓

Him dating a commoner

First Kiss

Being in a poly relationship with him and Tamaki

Cuddling with him

Other Stories:

Being best friends with the twins

Kakegurui

❤️Yumeko❤️

Yumeko Hcs

💛Mary💛

Mary Hcs

💙Kiriari💙

Kiriari Hcs

🖤Midari🖤

Midari Hcs

Encanto

🪄Madrigals🪄

Madrigals x Reader

💛💛Dolores💛💛

Dolores x Reader

☀️Peppa☀️

Married life with Peppa

Peppa with an s/o that comes back from the army

Peppa x Wife reader

Jealous! Peppa x reader

Peppa x Reader having fun with their kids

Peppa x Wife! Reader, reader gets injured during casita falling apart

Jealous! Peppa x Reader

More Peppa Hcs

Peppa Hcs

💐Isabella💐

Isabella x Reader

The Outsiders

Dating Ponyboy Curtis

Cuddling with Johnny

Ponyboy having a crush Hcs

Being the Curtis's little sister would include

Arguing with Darry hcs

Cuddling with Soda

The boys reacting to when their s/o gets bullied

🔪Slashers🔪

Slashers Nightly Routine

Slashers with a Taxidermist s/o

▪️Michael Myers▪️

Michael with a small s/o

🖤Billy and Stu🖤

Billy x Stu

Billy x Reader x Stu

Billy and Stu in Quarantine

Billy x Reader x Stu, the reader collects Halloween masks

Billy x Reader x Stu, Color soulmate AU

🤠Sawyer Brothers🤠

The brothers if they had a sister

If you ignored them

Cuddling with them

What do the brothers think of what they do

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba with a s/o who speaks french

🪩Choptop Sawyer🪩

Choptop and Nubbins fighting over you

Chop top with a s/o who speaks french

Chop Top with a plus size reader

Chop top as a father

📸Nubbins Sawyer📸

Nubbins with a plus size reader

Nubbins as a father

🧹Drayton Sawyer🧹

Child's Play

🤬Chucky/Charles🤬

Dating him in his human form

💌Tiffany Valentine 💌

Short Story Tiffany x Reader

☠️The Walking Dead ☠️

Negan Imagine (Being Negans Daughter)

🗡️Adventure Time🗡️

Dating Marceline Hcs

PB x Friend Imagine

🐢TMNT🐢

Mikey With An Autistic Child

💜BTS💜

Spending Quarantine With Namjoon

Spending Quarantine With the Hyung Line

🏐Haikyuu🏐

Spending Quarantine with the First Years would Include

That is all I got for now! If I am missing anything let me know!! But for now I will be working on a few things I have been behind in. But I will be opening up requests again!

[fluff-n-cookies]

mcdonalds + Platonic (soft) yandere All might = free Happy meals.

that's my equation sir.

know the reason I think this is because All might legit has nothing better to do, and since he spend like 5-15 years in america is has been ENGRAVED into his mind, he's still getting PTSD war flash backs from the first time he went through a mcdonalds drive through.

so now he's getting his neice of whom he loves ever so dearly happy meals cuz' he thinks it's an uncle neice bonding experience.

(it's not your room is covered in happy meals and dad! nighteye is NOT happy about it.)

[sonparesggo-blog]

izuku Midoriya x AFO's Daughter PT1

La niña de AFO, la preciosa heredera del rey demonio ahora estaba frente suyo, Toshinori no sabía que hacer.La sobrina del primer vestigio gateaba en el suelo felizmente, tenía el cabello y los ojos de su padre, definitivamente una copia de él. Pobre de la madre que fue usada y asesinada. Suspiró, ahora le tocaba hacerce cargo de una niña que no era suya, pero que no podía dejar a la ligera. Siendo hija de AFO, estaría bajo supervisión de All Might. La niña era tan dulce, quizás salió a su madre, All might no pudo evitar encariñarse con los años. La niña encontró algo fascinante en All Might, su pequeño secreto. Era bien sabido que poseía el mismo quirk que su padre, por lo cual, tenía su conexión con One For All. Sentía una cercanía, un calor en Toshinori no solo como su padre, si no como algo más, había algo más.

A ella le encanta tomar siestas sobre Toshinori, su esquelética forma no le asusta en lo absoluto, le encanta cuando sonríe con esa forma delgada. Es en una de esas siestas que despierta en un lugar blanco, ella siente algo distinto y le produce miedo. Sabe que su padre no está allí con ella aún si hace poco ella dormida junto a él. La ansiedad se junta en su pequeño ser y las lágrimas fluyen con libertad. Tiene miedo de hacer ruido y llamar la atención de algo desconocido. No es hasta que un hombre muy grande se cierne sobre ella, está estupefacta, aterrada. Este hombre parece confuso sobre lo que hace una niña aquí hasta que sus ojos se abren en su descubrimiento.

Cielos, la niña de All Might.

La hija de All For One.

Frunce el ceño nervioso, está niña entró en el One for all sin restricciones, ¿Porque?

Los demás portadores se reúnen a su alrededor, Nana golpea al hombre más grande por asustar a una niña. Por que eso es lo que era, una niña asustada. No había maldad.

Nana intenta acercarse amablemente, una sonrisa maternal en su rostro. La niña solo se aleja.

— Mi papá dice que no me acerque a extraños. —Continua llorando, y eso es hasta que un hombre con cabello blanco se inclina frente a ella.

Sus ojos rojos se abren ante este hombre, él era..este hombre era aquello que se encontraba en All Might.

— Toshinori te enseño bien, querida. —Murmura con cariño, sus ojos verdes sonríen genuinamente.

Ella lo sabe, sabe que este hombre es familia y se lanza a abrazarlo, es lo que ella estuvo sintiendo desde que era mas pequeña dentro de su padre adoptivo.

Y es simplemente como si él siempre la estuviese llamando, con su instinto de instruirla en cambio de su hermano. Desde entonces suele visitar a los vestigios frecuentemente. All might no sabe cómo está niña sabe siquiera lanzar un golpe, otro pequeño secreto, Nana le instruye defensa personal. Le gusta jugar juegos de rompecabezas cuando Tsukauchi los visita y vestir trajes de dinosaurio mientras Toshinori la lleva a los parques de diversiones.

La vida junto a Toshinori es la más divertida, ¡Héroe de día y padre de noche, es mucho mejor que Batman! Si alguien le preguntará quién es su héroe, ella no responderá que All Might, ella dirá cálidamente.

— ¡Mi papi Toshinori!

Lo que hace que el corazón del rubio explote, ella no quiere la imagen que construyó durante años, ella lo quiere a él, al verdadero él. Sí, tener hijos no es tan malo, es increíble. Y la diversión acaba en el incidente donde All Might casi pierde la vida, su estómago fue vaciado y le consiguieron los mejores médicos para mantenerlo estable. All Might hubiese preferido perder la vida en ese instante cuando Night Eye le contó que su hija adoptiva fue secuestrada. Rápidamente desconecta todos los cables que tiene en el cuerpo e intenta salir de la cama, es tan débil que su compañero lo obliga a estar en la cama y obedecer a los médicos. No puede evitar pensar en donde puede estar su niña, que está haciendo, quién la tiene y si está bien. Sí, esto es culpa de All For One, todo es culpa de ese hombre.

Saliendo del hospital no puede evitar buscar en todos lados, en todo el mundo, no puede evitar pensar en que su niña ahora podría estar siendo moldeada en el siguiente simbolo del mal en contra de su voluntad, es una niña tan dulce.. su cabeza da mil vueltas todo el día. All Might no culpa a Sir night eye, sabe que All For One es más poderoso que cualquiera, que aún teniendo previsión la maldad de ese hombre supera todos los aspectos, realmente no lo culpa. Aún si se separaron, Sir night eye lo notificará de la búsqueda de su hija, no dejará de investigar por All Might y por la culpa que siente, él debió prever ese escenario. Recuerda a la niña, sus lágrimas y sus gritos mientras sus pequeñas manos forcejeaban con los agresores.. y como él no pudo hacer nada. El fracaso no era una opción y sin embargo lo hizo de la peor manera.

La niña lloró con fuerza esperando ser escuchada por algún héroe después de que la niebla se la llevará y la dejará en esta bodega, el hombre no se mueve y conserva su distancia, lo que alivia a la niña en cierta forma, no la lastimaron y no sabe si lo harán. Pronto la puerta del lugar es abierta con fuerza y ella no puede evitar estremecerse, hay un hombre cubierto de sangre acercándose a ella, no puede discernir bien su rostro masacrado, es como una película de terror y ella no quiere ser la protagonista. La niña tiembla cuando el hombre coloca su mano ensangrentada en su mejilla y le dedica esa sonrisa tan aterradora.

— Bienvenida a casa, Cariño.

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A lo lejos pudo notar a una chica, su cabello blanco bailando en el aire, sus ojos se posaron en él, no pudo evitar estremecerse. El aire se volvió tan pesado y helado que le costó respirar por un momento, su presencia es como la de AFO. Estaban lidiando con un ataque de villanos y ahora esto..¿Qué diablos estaba pasando?

Ella sonrió.

El peliverde podía verla avanzar hacia él en un salto y cuando la tuvo tan cerca, no se atrevió a atacarla.

— ¡Tío!

Izuku no sabía lo que pasaba hasta que la chica lo tomo de las mejillas, con una sonrisa aterradoramente calida, como si de un premio se tratará. Sintió terror, All For One alguna vez lo llamo hermano, como si Izuku fuera algún tipo de encarnación del primer portador y ahora está chica lo relacionaba con su tío. Izuku no sabía cómo procesarlo, se sorprendió aún más cuando OFA repelió a la chica, mandándola hacia atrás.

— ¿Porqué? ¿¡Porque diablos te la pasas rechazandome!? ¿A nosotros? —Exclamó con desesperación. — ¡Soy tu familia, siempre lo he sido, Tío!

Ella lloró frente a Izuku, una mano en su pecho apretando sus prendas.

— Solo te quiero cerca una vez más.. ¡Solo una vez más! — Murmuró antes de que Kurigiri llegará a su lado e intentará llevarla de regreso. — ¡No! ¡Mi tío está allá, y si mi padre y Tomura son tan cobardes yo lo tomaré!

Ella aparta la niebla tanto como puede para avanzar aunque sea un paso hacia Izuku.

— Princesa, la llevaré sea su deseo o no.

Y con eso desaparecieron ambos, dejando a Izuku con mil preguntas que esperaba All Might contestará luego.

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Why them? (Omega! Legal Guardians! BNHA x Alpha! All Might Daughter! Reader, Dead! All Might) Intro

Long long ago, centuries before quirks there were as many alphas as there were omegas. Then a plague hit world killing off most alphas, leaving mostly infertile and angry alphas behind. It was decided then that alphas needed to be protected but also controlled. So alphas became property of omegas who took over the world.

As time passed though they changed from calling omegas alphas owners to legal guardians. Some came to protest even that was wrong and that alphas should be free to do what they wanted once they were adults. It gave hope to many young alphas who wished to free from oppression. However the government and most people stood firm in their decision that alphas could not live on their own.

When quirks came about it was further cemented that alphas could not take care of themselves as they didn't get quirks. They stayed the same without the special powers at 80% of the population gained. By 200 years post the first quirk alphas made up only a mere 3% of the population of the world and they had all pretty much lost hope of being free.

Y/n Yagi was one such alpha with no hope. She was born the daughter of the number 1 pro hero, All Might who was really named Yagi Toshinori. He used to be a great father to her, very loving and doting. Then when she was 12 he meet his successor, Midoriya Izuku who went by the nick name Deku, and things quickly went down hill.

For the next two years he spent all his time with Izuku. Then when Deku started at UA he got a teaching job there and once he had students it was like his alpha daughter completely didn't exist him beyond a quick hello or goodbye. Y/n grew to resent all her father's students that he had, especially Izuku. She had thought it would get better once Deku and his friends graduated from UA and became pro heroes. It did not.

Once they were graduated he began to visit all of them on a regular basis when he wasn't at the hospital. If he wasn't trying to prolong his life he was with a former student. This caused Y/n to resent them further and start to hate her father. Knowing that even though he was dying he didn't want to spend time with her was an eye opener.

Two years after Deku graduated and when Y/n was 18 All Might passed away. Y/n was numb all through the funeral and afterwards. She had known it was coming and while she was sad she had no tears for the father who treated her like she didn't exist for 6 years.

She expected to be taken to a alpha shelter or something by the government until they could find a 'guardian' for her but that had not happened. Instead she was taken to her father's will reading. She wasn't surprised he left almost everything to Deku. She was surprised when the lawyer got to the end started talking about her and custody. Her father had apparently decided who her guardian or guardians would be before hand for when he died. When the lawyer finally said the name(s) Y/n's first thought was, 'Why them? Anyone else is preferable. I don't want to go with...'

[actuallysaiyan]

The Big News(Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of pregnancy, tears, mentions of Toshinori's mentor, Younger!Toshinori, Gran Torino being such a grandpa word count: 1.2k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: You just received the news that you're pregnant! You're alone and scared, so you decide to head to Gran Torino's place to get some advice from him. It's not long before Toshinori arrives and you have no choice but to tell him that he's going to be a father a/n: dividers by @adornedwithlight

Your stomach was in knots. You didn’t know what to do at this very moment. With the news from the doctor, you knew you had to go talk to someone. But with Toshinori out on patrol at the moment and with most of your other family not living in the city with you, you weren’t even sure who you could go to. You desperately need a friend right now.

The thought just popped into your mind. You could go to his home. He would be so welcoming to you. You make your way to the old man’s place, knowing that you could breathe a little easier about everything that’s happened today when you get there. The man in question would know what to do and how to console you.

When Gran Torino opens the door, you sigh a breath of relief. He smiles when he sees you, inviting you inside his apartment. You always felt at ease with him. Ever since Toshinori introduced you to his sensei, you and Sorahiko bonded quite well. He saw you almost like a daughter, someone who was good for his student. Sorahiko knew that you’d be a good partner for Toshinori, even from the moment he first met you.

“Well well, where’s the blond? Too scared to come visit me?” Gran Torino asks as he guides you to the couch.

You sit down and shake your head. “No, I came on my own today.”

Sorahiko is quick to notice how you seem so nervous. He sees you fidgeting. Are those…are those tears in your eyes? He places his hand on your knee and gives it a little squeeze. He hates seeing you in distress.

“Are you in trouble?” he finally asks.

You take a deep breath. “I need your advice.”

There’s a moment of silence before he looks at you carefully. You’ve got such a fearful look on your face. The tears in your eyes are threatening to spill over. He thinks he already knows what you’re going to say, so he nods and tells you that you can ask him about anything.

“I need you to tell me how…how I can…”

The words keep getting stuck in your throat. Sorahiko knows what’s coming next. He can feel it in every breath you take, every time you shudder from the tears that are now rolling down your cheeks.

“How do I tell Toshi he’s going to be a father?”

There it was. The bomb you decided to drop. But in reality, you didn’t see how much of a blessing that is. The old man laughs softly, and then he gives you a tissue to wipe away those tears.

“Come now, there’s nothing to cry about.” His words soothe you.

You sniffle as you wipe your tears away. “You don’t think he will want to leave me?”

“No! That’s nonsense. I know him better than most. Toshinori will never run away from responsibility. And he most definitely would not abandon the one he loves.”

The words seem to soothe you a little more. Gran Torino laughs again, and he gives your shoulder a little shake. You smile through your tears and he begins to feel a little better about this.

“Have you told Toshinori? I’m going to guess that you haven’t.”

You sigh. “No, I just got the news from the doctor. I came here after because I thought I was going to have a meltdown.”

The old man hums, then you hear the beep of the microwave. You laugh softly as he tries to offer you some of his taiyaki. You take one and slowly nibble on it; your stomach was still in knots.

“You’re going to need to tell him as soon as possible. He’s probably still on patrol, yeah?”

As soon as you nod your head, you both hear a knock at the door. Then you hear Toshinori’s cheerful voice announcing his arrival.

“I am here!”

Sorahiko answers the door, scolding your blond lover a little bit for being so corny. Then when Toshinori enters, he smiles widely when he sees you. But that smile falters when he notices how you don’t seem to be too happy.

“What’s the matter, darling?” Toshinori asks as he sits next to you.

You try to say the words, but it becomes a lump in your throat once more. Toshinori looks at Gran Torino; he’s at a loss for words. Sorahiko takes this time to give you two just a little space. He knows you’ll be able to tell Toshinori what’s going on.

“Sweetheart,” Toshinori begins. “A-are you alright? W-why are you crying?”

You shake your head. Him asking you about your tears only causes you to cry even more. He feels the anxiety building up inside of him. Tears sting his eyes. You must want to break things off with him. That’s the only thing that’s running in his mind right now.

“D-do…do you want to end our relationship?!”

This causes you to break down fully. You begin to sob as fat tears roll down your cheeks. Sorahiko is quick to come over and to hand you some more tissues. In the meantime, he shoots Toshinori a very dirty look.

“Do you have any tact, boy?” 

Toshinori frowns, “I-I didn’t mean to! I mean…I got scared!”

Sorahiko rubs your back slowly, telling you to take deep breaths. As soon as you get calmed down, you turn to Toshinori. With a nod from Gran Torino, you finally gain the courage to tell your lover what he deserves to know.

“Toshinori, I have something to tell you. It’s important.”

He nods, “Please. I am here to listen.”

You feel his hand on your cheek, gently caressing and wiping away the tears there. You smile sweetly, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. The action itself causes him to shudder.

“Toshinori, we’re going to be parents.” You watch as he processes the information. “I’m pregnant.”

It’s a few more seconds of silence before he smiles happily again. You can see tears in his eyes again; these are tears of pure joy this time.

“Really?!” He asks, bewildered in the best way possible. “A baby?! Me and you?!”

You nod. “Yeah, we’re having a baby.”

Without another word, Toshinori picks you up in his arms and pulls you into a tight hug. He’s crying again, and he’s whispering to you how much he loves you and how much he’s going to love you forever. He’s so happy, he doesn’t even understand it. He presses kiss all over your face.

“Settle down, boy! She’s pregnant.” Gran Torino chastises him, but he’s very happy to see you both excited.

Toshinori sits you on his lap, rubbing your back and playing with your hair. He’s asking you so many questions. The whole time he’s got this cute grin on his face, unable to wipe it away.

“I was thinking, if it’s a little girl…we can name her Nana.” You suggest, watching as Toshinori’s reaction changes.

He tears up again. “Oh sweetheart, that would be…that would be wonderful.” He sniffles. “What if it’s a boy?”

You look at Gran Torino. “Simple! We’ll name him Sorahiko.”

Gran Torino chokes on his coffee. He looks at you, a little red in the face. He’s trying to talk you out of it, but you shake your head.

“I’d like to name our baby after their grandfather or grandmother.” You finally settle on this.

Both men are melting at this sweet show of affection. Safe to say, you and your baby are in good hands.

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A Whole New World Mission

All Might x Reader

This was requested. I really hope you liked this! Thank you so much for the request!

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Synopsis- The mission had been complete. The evil royal vizier, All For One had been captured, completely stripped from his powers, ever rotting in the Cave of Wonders. However, this has left newfound prince Toshinori Yagi and princess y/n to create new missions and adventures of their own. But this mission had to have been the greatest of them all.

Warnings- Smut. If you do not feel comfortable with reading sexual material, please click off this chapter now.

Pronouns- she/her the reader is female

Content- 18+ MDNI, Oral male receiving, bondage, gags, public humiliation, orgasm denial

Word Count- 3,193

Note- This is an AU, (alternate universe) which takes place in the movie Aladdin. I do not own the movie or its characters, and I don't own the MHA characters either. I do however, own the plot of this story. Also, in this story, you are Gran Torino's daughter.

In the city of Argabah, the city of mystery, of enchantment, there once lied a great evil. An evil so grave it turned the city upside down.

But, no one had to fear any longer as the city of Argabah had been saved from the wrath of the evil royal vizier, All For One. All For One had manipulated anyone who came across his path, using his snake staff to hypnotize his victims. But justice was served to him on a golden platter, leaving him to rot in the Cave of Wonders, stuck inside a genie lamp for all eternity.

A lone boy, a diamond in the rough, a street rat, with only his monkey Abu to show, had rescued both the Sultan and the princess.

The peace and order of Argabah had been restored.

In the end, the rightful Sultan, Sorahiko Torino, regained his rightful place on the throne.

This leaving Toshinori Yagi, the new prince of Argabah and the princess, y/n, to discover the world.

They adventured off, traveling to new cities, seeing all the sights of the magnificent new world. They would lay awake for countless nights as they gazed upon the stars that lit up the dark sky, sharing a few chaste, yet passionate kisses as the newfound duo enjoyed to bask in the breathtaking reality of it all.

Each new adventure gave them a new mission to accomplish.

However, none of the missions given could have compared to the first, but each one gave them new opportunities to explore, new paths to choose, each one leading in a different direction.

The mission of a lifetime had already been complete, all except one.

There was a new mission that y/n desired to accomplish, one that would leave Toshinori distraught and frenzied...

     The sun was ablaze, resting high in the sky, warming up the day as the commonfolk of the city wandered about, trading their precious goods and foods. The city of Argabah was bustling at all times of day, never a dull moment. Herds of sheep, horses, and other livestock wandered about, their owners anxiously awaiting the grand profit to come.

The city was alive, readying to celebrate the engagement of young y/n and the Sultan to be, prince Toshinori.

The city was not only bustling with excitement and chaos, but the castle was as well. Food of different varieties had to be prepared. Clothing tailored specifically to the royal members had to be sewn. Decorations had to be finalized and hung.

There was just so much more to do with such little time, and y/n needed a break from it all.

Traveling from city to city on a flying carpet can make one very tired. Being back home at the castle was just what she needed. She needed to rest her tired bones, possibly soak in a hot bubble path. Petting her tiger, Rajah, was one way miss Torino liked to de-stress.

But alas, being the sultana to be, she could never escape her royal obligations.

She knew during the peak of day, at noon, the handmaiden, Nemuri would come to her room to fetch her. The perfect top and harem pants had to be sewn by the seamstress Uwabami, and time was of the essence.

Y/n's father, and the new royal vizier would surely come to pay her a visit at some point as well.

Oh, it was all too easy. This glorious busy day, filled with tasks that needed her urgent attention, made it all too easy.

Her new mission would have to be accomplished today, as there is no better day. The interruptions from the young girl's father and the others would serve a great purpose...

Y/n leaned on the grand staircase that spiraled down to the first floor as she desperately waited for her lover's arrival. It would be noon soon, in exactly thirty minutes and time waits for no one.

Her plan must be put in motion before the clock strikes 12. But she didn't have to wait any longer.

There, at the bottom of the staircase, stood Toshinori, looking quite dapper in his purple waistcoat, harem pants, red fez cap, and his clean-shaven face. Not a hair of stubble in sight.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she descended the stairwell, as her lover's arms awaited her.

Toshinori was hit with an overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness as he watched his partner fly into his waiting arms. Abu that sat upon his shoulder, was also overjoyed for the young prince.

The wide smiles all-around said enough.

Y/n couldn't stay in his arms long, despite her heart's yearning. She had a plan which was resting on a thin timeline. She needed to strike when the iron was hot.

Breaking the embrace, she lightly grabbed Toshinori's hand and began to pull him up the gigantic, spiraling staircase. A look of excitement and uncertainty crossed Toshinori's god-like features.

He felt compelled to follow the princess, even without a proper warning of what was to come.

Halfway to princess Y/n's room, Toshinori decided to speak up, addressing his feelings of bewilderment.

"Young y/n, what have you planned today?"

Y/n did not answer as she continued the walk down the hall to her room. It was too soon, she could not spoil the fun.

Only when she had reached her room, then, and only then, did she voice her plans to the young man and her traveling companion Abu.

Y/n halted and spun on her heel to face Toshinori. Her angelic movements thrilled the young prince. Y/n entangled her fingers into Toshinori's blonde locks and pulled him down to her height, so she could whisper into his ear. Her voice was soft and enchanting as the ethereal words she spoke aroused Toshinori, a small bulge beginning to form in his pants.

"I have set up a pleasurable time for us..." Y/n paused, savoring the moment.

"To be more clear, I have arranged a bondage night." Y/n pulled back and released Toshinori's hair. His features were frozen, shock and excitement filled his entire being. Strong electrical pulses surged throughout his body, igniting his inner flame.

Mixed emotions circled around the hallway; the tension was so thick it could not be severed.

Y/n was feeling powerful and in desperate need of pleasure. Pleasure so powerful it could block out all that surrounds it. She wants to bask in the eternal feeling for as long as she could. She yearns for a distraction. A distraction that only her lover could provide.

However, pleasure was not the only thing on the young girl's agenda...

Toshinori was feeling rather needy. The tightening of his pants did not go unnoticed. But, with this feeling of need and desperation, came the feeling of uncertainty.

The princess was quite busy today, was she not?

How unsettling it would be for someone to catch him and young y/n in such an intimate situation. He had questions and quite a handful of them, but y/n was not willing to answer. Afterall, that was part of her mission...

Abu was repulsed by the entirety of this situation, and he did not wish to stick around to the end. However, not one person, neither y/n or Toshinori, noticed Abu's look of dismay as he leapt off Toshinori's shoulder and made his leave. Abu scurried down the hall, escaping from the two lovers.

Without a second thought, y/n ushered Toshinori into her bedroom. She had closed the door behind her, purposely forgetting to lock it.

Despite Toshinori's overwhelming height advantage over y/n, she was easily able to restrain him.

Y/n's slow, seductive movements made the prince unable to think on his own. His body and mind no longer in sync.

This is a dangerous game to play Toshinori thought. The possibility of being caught shook him to the bones. However, Y/n did not agree.

Princess Y/n found the idea of being caught in such a private situation quite rousing. The thought made her pussy tremble and contract. In fact, she had found it so thrilling that she had orchestrated the whole thing!

When the sun was at its highest point in the sky, at exactly noon, her father, followed by Endeavor, and Nemuri, would come knocking on her door.

Oh, how y/n could not wait to see how this wonderous scene would play out.

Toshinori would have to remain silent, even through the immense pleasure he was going to feel. If not, he would run the risk of being caught in the nude.

Oh, how incredibly intriguing was that!

"Young Torino, do you not have royal obligations that need you-" Toshinori's protests were cut off mid sentence. Y/n had captured his lips in an intense, needy kiss. Their lips molded together as their tongues danced. Toshinori's body weakened and relaxed. He was in a state of pure bliss. Kissing y/n like this had made his prior concerns seem so insignificant now. Y/n moaned into the kiss as she began to take off Toshinori's purple waistcoat. Toshinori pulled back as he gazed into y/n's ravenous eyes. His face was flushed from embarrassment and need. Through hooded eyes, y/n placed a finger gently to his lips, ushering him to be silent. Toshinori nodded slowly, complying with her every demand. Removing her finger, y/n mouthed the word "undress", as she walked away, heading to the sofa that sat in the left corner of the room by the terrace.

The terrace that was just barely conceded. Only a thin piece of fabric hung down, allowing any passersby to hear Toshinori's desperate cries.

Only, they would never hear his cries, y/n had made preparations.

Bending down, she picked up the plentiful amount of silk ropes, enough to keep her strong prince in place, and a piece of thick cloth that was going to serve as a gag.

With items in hand, y/n walked to the right side of the room and stood in front of the bed.

Her bed that was only concealed by light fabric that acted as a canopy.

If someone was to stare long enough, they could most definitely see what was behind the fabric.

This worked perfectly.

Dropping the items onto the soft, silk sheets, y/n beckoned for her lover to come; he understood and trekked over to the waiting princess.

A now nude Toshinori stood present, his eyes never meeting Y/n's. Y/n's eyes glossed over his muscular body, stopping near his nether regions. Her eyes were plastered to his groin, taking in the beauty in front of her. Y/n could never recuperate from the sight of his girthy cock. His dick was thick, any woman would be left satisfied and begging for more. He was of normal size, but the way Toshinori used his physical-fit body to his advantage made Y/n grovel.

But not tonight. She would not allow herself to succumb to Toshinori.

Sparing not a second longer, the young girl pushed Toshinori onto the bed.

Being much stronger, Toshinori could have forbidden this, but he had little to no desire to do so anymore. The thought of being caught like a deer in the headlights was not as arousing to him as it was for y/n, but it still intrigued him enough to let this affair run its course.

Toshinori toppled onto the sheets as his lover picked up the restraints and began to bind his limbs.

She started with his hands, restraining them to the bed posts. She double knotted all of the knots she made, ensuring Toshinori would not be able to escape his binds.

Lots of extra rope was needed to keep him in place due to his immense size and strength.

Then, y/n moved into his feet, wrapping the rope gently around his ankles before pulling it tight. Toshinori tensed at the feeling before relaxing again.

His curiosity was overwhelming now, his pants were so tight, the fabric straining. His cock ached to be touched.

He ached to feel Y/n's warm mouth around his throbbing shaft as she gave kitten licks to his swollen tip.

Would y/n give into his desires?

Y/n carefully wrapped the rope connected to Toshinori's ankles around the posts at the bottom of the bed. All of Toshinori's limbs were spread, giving the princess full asceses to his divine body. Y/n licked her lips, an insatiable hunger growing inside her, and grabbed the thick cloth that remained on the bed. The young girl made her way to the side of the bed, bringing the cloth up to Toshinori's mouth.

"Be still" was all the girl said before stuffing Toshinori's mouth full. The bed began to rock as the prince flailed his limbs around recklessly. Y/n pulled the gag hard, ordering her prince to be silent.

"We wouldn't want people to hear you now, would we?" Y/n asked in a shushed tone. A tone so enchanting it lulled Toshinori to comply with her demand.

Y/n finished with the gag, tying it tightly, as Toshinori's body relaxed again.

"Speak" Y/n adjured.

Toshinori began to move his mouth, the gag posing quite an obstacle. The gag was thick, but not thick enough where Toshinori was not able to meet his lips with a bit of strenuous effort.

No words came out when he was ordered to speak, only muffled sounds that Y/n decided to ignore.

"Good" she cooed.

The real fun was about to begin with fifteen minutes to spare. Just the right amount of time to get Toshinori riled up and begging for more.

Slowly, y/n began to mount the bound prince, carefully settling herself on top of his groin. Y/n could feel his cock pressing against her clothed pussy. She moved back and forth slightly as she listened to her lover's exquisite moans and grunts.

Then she leaned forward, as she began massaging Toshinori's broad chest. Then she began to trail kisses down his stomach. She started at his pecks, slowly making her way down.

Toshinori balled his fists, his knuckles beginning to lose their color from the lack of blood circulation.

"Ghapt agh ouh ghing?"

Y/n lifted her head slightly as her lust-filled eyes met Toshinori's.

"I am worshipping your body..." Y/n paused before scooting her body and whispering into Toshinori's ear. The sensation of her lips hovering above his ear made his body crawl.

"Before I ravage you... Before I make your body tremble as you cum."

Toshinori's body was lit ablaze by a burning passion. A passion so big every concern, every distraction was completely drowned out.

The surrounding world no longer existed.

Y/n was his world. All of his attention was on her.

On her body as she crawled off him.

On her full, plump lips that swallowed his cock with such ease.

On her cleavage as she walked away seductively.

On her luscious body and how well her tight-fitting shirt highlighted each curve.

On her plump, rounds breasts as she pulled her top up, exposing her perfect cleavage.

On her plump thighs as she straddled his legs.

On her captivating e/c eyes as she looked at him one last time before slowly taking his cock.

Y/n grabbed the base of his sizeable cock and began to stoke it. Her pace was slow, painfully slow. Toshinori was an impatient lad and had no issue voicing his thoughts. Rather, he tried to voice them.

"Fpleap Ount tphes."

"I am not teasing" Y/n proclaimed as she took Toshinori's cock into her mouth. Y/n kept a steady pace on the base of his shaft as she swallowed the rest. She hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations from her throat engulfed Toshinori in pure bliss.

"Mmmnpmhh."

Y/n's lips curled around Toshinori's cock. The moment was perfect for her, just as she planned.

Tik Tok...

The princess removed her mouth from Toshinori's cock, leaving him unfilled and completely at her mercy.

Tik Tok...

Toshinori began to mumble uncontrollably. The lack of warmth that Y/n's mouth provided was driving him mad.

Tik Tok...

"I can't understand your mumbling" Y/n said as she took her lovers cock one final time.

Tik Tok...

Her pace was no longer slow. She stroked the base of his cock with extreme urgency, and she bobbed her head up and down his shaft with no mercy. Toshinori was close to ecstasy as the moans that he emitted circled around the room, filling the deafening silence.

Tik Tok...

Toshinori felt a coiling tension in his abdomen. Blood rushed to his cheeks, his skin red and warm to the touch. Goosebumps littering his skin as he balled his fists tightly.

Tik Tok...

He was on the verge of a powerful orgasm as his vison became blurry, white stars blinding his sight.

Tik... Tok...

Toshinori's breath was ragged as his vision suddenly became clear again, the stars fading away into oblivion. The feeling of ecstasy was suddenly ripped from his grasp as his body no longer burned. The euphoric sensation was just beyond his fingers, just a hair too far to reach.

Toshinori's eyes landed on Y/n. She was no longer on top of him and her top was no longer pulled up. She was up on her feet as she began closing the fabric that hung from around her bed.

Y/n looked back at Toshinori's pleading eyes as she gently placed a finger to her lips, once again ushering him to be silent.

Toshinori began to speak loudly, but all that came out was inaudible muffled sounds.

Then came the faint voices. Toshinori was silenced immediately, the feeling of uncertainty came rushing back to him.

Just beyond the fabric that hung loosely around her bed, stood the princesses father, Sorahiko, the new royal vizier, Endeavor, and miss Torino's handmaiden, Nemuri.

All three of the palace members began to bombard Y/n with questions, questions regarding her upcoming engagement.

However, poor Toshinori had realized something was not quite right with the princess's behavior.

She wasn't ashamed nor bashful, not even a hint of blush shown on her plump cheeks.

She was unbothered, her tranquil gaze never meeting Toshinori's.

She kept a level head when speaking to her guests, almost as though she expected them.

The princess was always quite skillful, never truly breaking character, but in this situation, it would be quite a difficult task to remain placid.

Toshinori also observed strange behavior from Sorahiko. The Sultan of Argabah was quite perceptive, despite his age. So, it did not take young Y/n's father long to spot the distressed Toshinori lying behind the fabric.

Sorahiko could not make out details, but that did not make this situation any less embarrassing.

Mixed emotions ran through the Sultan's blood.

Rage.

Discomfort.

Most importantly, disgust.

The Sultan did not fancy seeing his daughter’s lover in the nude.

However, the princess's father was a humble man, and his decision not to allude the others to Toshinori's presence made the prince feel upmost respect.

So, as Toshinori sat as quiet as a mouse as to not draw any more attention to himself, Y/n could not help but smile. A small dishonest smile that had gone undetected by everyone in the room.

Her plan had worked, her new mission was complete.

Her mission to leave Toshinori sexually frustrated and embarrassed...