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Ch 7 "All of You" - Villain All Might x Reader

[Ch 7 - All of You, a Villain All Might x 3rd Person Reader fic. She has no name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. Stalker kink, praise kink, consensual kink, brat taming, dub-con. Chapter starts off with smut in case that’s all you’re here for – lots of plot to be had this chapter! Also some more smut 3/5ths in. Art credit goes to Lisholoz on Twitter, I had it commissioned just for the fic! This chapter contains a nod to Samnit’s Attachment with a character named the Artisan, as their fic inspired me to write this one.]

It was just another night of his back-and-forth games in her apartment, she thought to herself as she muffled a moan into her pillow. Another morning without Yagi, another day without hearing from Sekijiro, another phone app date with a stranger at a bar flopping, another walk home interrupted by this damned broody blonde pulling her into an alley to grind and touch her until she was breathless, another night panting and moaning and begging in her bed…rinse and repeat. Her two-week vacation was meant to be spent back home in the States, then it was meant to be spent healing the villain that broke into her room in the dead of night, but at the moment it was being spent with her back arched like a cat in heat, her ass in the air and face pressed into the pillow she clung desperately to.

Yagi’s massive hands were curled around her rear and thighs, fingers digging firmly into her skin to hold her still through every thrash, his thumbs pressing into and lifting the cheeks of her perfectly rounded ass. She whined and tried to squirm away from him, but his vigorous and unrelenting tongue chased her puckered hole hungrily with every sway of her hips, sweeping his tongue over it again and again.

She pressed the side of her face into her pillow, catching a glimpse of him from over her shoulder to watch him deliver stroke after devastating stroke of his wicked tongue, seeing his black and blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction at every blow. The moment their eyes locked his grip on her hardened until it was impossible to shift her hips away, holding her fast as his tongue spear-headed into her ass without warning. She cried out and begged him to stop but did not tap out, not even as he probed further and deeper with his impossibly long tongue until she was writhing and gasping.

He watched her face the whole time with eyes half-hooded in pleasure, enjoying the sight of her blushing and keening. If his tongue wasn’t buried in her, his smile would be thoroughly mocking, loving how she kept telling him no despite never truly trying to stop him. Yagi only pulled back once he felt her relaxing against his invading silken appendage, rumbling with approval with how quickly she adjusted to the foreign sensation. “Such a good girl,” he murmured as he rose to his knees behind her, grabbing the small bottle of lube he had retrieved from one of her drawers before stripping her – she had stopped asking him how he knew where everything was long ago.

She shifted her thighs together uneasily, spreading the mess of her last climax trailing down them, still finding no sense in why he did not insist on licking every bit of it away like he had every other night she had a failed date. The last week and a half followed a predictable pattern: he’d help her find her release with his hand or his mouth then wick it away before finding a new position to sheath himself into her cunt, rutting her into another peak before he found his own relief… Unless her date was almost a success. It was as if he knew when the conversation was pleasurable or if they touched her with any familiarity at the bar – perhaps he could just see it on her face, which is why he was so determined to fuck it until his load coated the back of her throat? Was she so obvious? The thought was quickly pushed from her mind as she felt the sudden cold wetness of lube dribbling onto her, making her gasp.

Her gasp quickly turned into an aching moan as he mounted her without warning, his thick length finding his mark and slamming into her, gliding on her own slick and burying himself to the hilt in her cunt. It was a strange juxtaposition of sensation, the pleasurable burning stretch as she adjusted to the size of his cock paired with the frigid lube coating her puckered hole, slowly warming to her body temperature. But even that feeling was abruptly interrupted by the tender nudge of his forefinger against the entrance of her rear, prodding and gently easing in until she shuddered and cried out, burying her face into her pillow once again to hide her shame.

“Shh, I know, I know,” his words were soothing but his tone so wretched, the impish curve of his lips somehow audible as he spoke. Both holes were clutching and squeezing around him deliciously as she tried to accommodate his dual entry, making him groan loud and low, his hips instinctively twitching and canting in an attempt to somehow burrow deeper into the spasm of her cunt. “That’s it, kitten, you’re taking it so well,” he murmured as he slid his finger further in until her crease was flush with his third knuckle, renewing the convulsing of her muscles all over again.

Yagi’s strangled groan was in time with her soft moan, his free hand petting and coaxing her, trying to pacify her into relaxing as he slowly drew his finger out and pressed it back in once more, testing her receptiveness by how she stiffened and whimpered. He rocked his hips into her slowly, carefully dragging it across the spot inside her that drew her sweet cries of ecstasy, trying to give her a gentle simmer of pleasure to balance out the pinch of pain as a second lubed finger delved into her.

She cursed through shallow breaths as he inched in little by little, struggling to keep her rear in the air when it was so tempting to just crumple into herself. The only thing grounding her was the slowly building tension in her core as he fucked her, tethered by the knots he wove with each stroke, getting closer and closer to coming undone. When her body became soft and accepting of his fingers he began rhythmically pumping them into her, starting with a gentle and leisurely pace then working up to matching the speed of his thrusts, alternating with pushing into one hole as he eased out the other. “You’re taking it so well,” he murmured, his black and blue eyes fixed upon where they were joined.

Her moaning and whining into the pillow steadily increased as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge, her hands twisting the fabric as it swallowed her aching sounds. The way she was growing taut around him prompted him to change up tactics, switching from alternating to methodically plunging into both depths in tandem, laughing breathlessly behind her when she gasped and cried out at the new sensation. It tapered to a dark chuckle, “Just like that, kitten.”

She felt so full, too full, the feeling so foreign but thrilling as Yagi’s long fingers took up so much room within even when his massive cock was buried inside her, stealing her breath every time. Sometimes it felt almost as if they were rubbing together, the pressure of them every time they collided so intense and sharp that each plunge was a torrent of pleasure and sweet agony. It all gave way to her burying a loud cry into the pillow, her body clamping and convulsing around him as she found her release. Yagi ceased thrusting in favor of grinding himself into her while fully seated, savoring every wave of her squeezing and tensing upon his cock while his fingers continued pumping, murmuring a steady stream of intelligible soft praises. His voice was strained by the time she had finished unraveling, his blonde bangs falling into his face, “That’s right, you’re such a good girl for me.”

A wicked smile was creeping onto his lips as he began thrusting again, his fingers stilling within her as he snapped his hips up into her at a relentless pace, racing to his own finish. “Are you ready?” He leaned his body over hers, his free hand grabbing the back of her neck in anticipation of holding her in place. The side of her face was pressed into the pillow, her eyes closed tightly and biting her lip to stifle a moan as she gave a weak nod.

Just as he felt his bollocks start to twitch with relief he withdrew from both holes, his hand notching his cock against her ass before slowly easing it in. She gasped and writhed beneath him even as he only peeked the first few inches of his length in, so much wider and thicker than his two fingers, making him groan as her body tightened and clenched around his swollen cockhead. “Say it, tell me you’re mine,” he hissed, his breathing labored.

Her cheeks flushed but she obeyed, whispering the words, “I’m yours.” His hand went to work stroking the remainder of his member, squeezing and twisting himself down his shaft until his hips twitched and shuddered, refraining from slamming into her as he filled her puckered hole with a thick wet heat.

“Good girl,” he grunted out with each spurt, waiting until he had emptied himself into her entirely before pulling out to admire his handiwork, watching rivets of his seed spill out as she squirmed and trail down her crease with a wretched satisfaction. Yagi reached across the bed for his phone, shamelessly taking a photo of her ass in the air, framing in the way she was blushing furiously and glaring up at him from over her shoulder.

She finally lowered herself to lay flat on the bed and huffed a sigh into her pillow, averting her gaze from him. He was taking pictures of her with increasing regularity, only ever on the nights she had enjoyed herself while out with work friends or strangers – like anytime she had a sense of normality he’d barrel in and find a way to make her pay for it, to pull her back to him. “What exactly was that ‘punishment’ for?” Her tone was saturated in irritation, repeating the word he had used when he cornered her on the way home.

Yagi hadn’t intended to phrase it so plainly, but his emotions had gotten away from him – he could still hear the way she laughed at a strangers joke, had seen her perched on his lap at a bar through her phone camera, the way she bit her lip and smiled for him… “Did you finally find someone willing to take you out on a second date, princess?” He ground out the words through gritted teeth, his resentment getting the better of him again. He didn’t know why he couldn’t resist watching and listening in through her tapped phone even when the jealousy inevitably tore him apart, why he couldn’t just let her *be* when he was perfectly aware he was the reason she was hurting and seeking out any sort of comfort she could find in his absence.

Tiny fractures. Every time he said something like that, it chipped away at whatever feeling she had left for him, like he was intent on slowly breaking her heart. There were no more reverent touches or longing kisses, always rough and to the point now, pulling his lips out of reach every time she sought out that gentle affection. She was sure he knew it stung each time, as he always followed up the rejection by ensuring that hurt gave way to ecstasy, spurred on to please her in any other way. She just wasn’t entitled to that part of him anymore, and maybe that was for the best. “What if I did? What if I decide to keep seeing someone, to take them home and cut you out?” Her brows knitted together, thinking of Sekijiro – they hadn’t seen each other since their first unofficial date, but only because the ball was entirely in her court to make the next move. And just like with every fucking date she had been on, it all fell flat because she inevitably couldn’t keep herself from thinking about Yagi. She had secretly been relieved the first few times he showed up to corner her, but now…it was all going downhill. Fast.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her so she was laying on her back, watching her scramble away while pulling the bedsheets over herself the moment they locked eyes. He was glaring, a soundless snarl twisting his lips, cheeks tinged pink with anger. “I’d let you put on a little show for me until they leave,” he tugged the bedding linens out of her hand, eyes roving over her exposed body hungrily, “then I’d fuck you until you forget all about them.”

She gaped at him in disbelief, “You think I’d let you watch? What are you going to do, tear down all my curtains?”

“Do you think you can stop me?” He threw the sheets back down at her, climbing off the bed and grabbing his clothes, intent on cutting out early tonight. Every morning it got harder and harder to leave her, rapidly losing faith he’d be able to go unscathed tomorrow. He could see what he was so clearly when dawn came and hated it, watching himself let her down over and over, trying to let her go gently and never getting it right.

She sat up, drawing her sheets around herself, unsure of how much longer she could take this. “I’m supposed to be healing you. You were going to cut me loose after that, remember? Why are you dragging this out?” He shut her down every time she offered ever since she had finished regenerating his stomach, as if he couldn’t risk letting her make him whole because he wasn’t ready to let her go.

He froze, staring down at the shirt in his hand with misplaced intensity. “Do you want to get rid of me, then?”

She laughed humorlessly, shaking her head, “There’s no way you’re actually this clueless.” She laid back down on the bed, dragging her hands up the sides of her face and into her hair in frustration. The part of her that was genuinely trying to move on before it ended was…tired. Exhausted. He was holding onto every piece of her without giving her anything in return. Did he not know? Or was he just too proud? She’d have to make a fool of herself just to be sure, it seemed. “You…every night you make me say ‘I’m yours.’" She swallowed thickly, not sure how else to put it, all-too-aware that the word ‘love’ would send him running. "I’m yours, Toshinori – are you mine?”

Yagi tensed, unable to say everything he wanted to say. “Is that all you want?” was all he could manage. But his features softened, understanding why she worded it the way she did. He kept his voice gruff and low, but that deep baritone carried so well. “This can’t…we can’t possibly work. Do you just want to hear it?”

She knew that, right? Of course she did. “It would be enough,” she caught her lower lip between her teeth, staring up at the ceiling impassively, her expression guarded. Hell, she’d settle for that. “We don’t have to put a name to whatever this is, just…acknowledge that it’s *something.*” That was enough to keep it from falling apart, to keep her from falling apart.

Yagi’s lips twisted wryly before he resumed putting on his shirt, tugging it down over his half-smooth half-puckered scar. He needed time with whatever this was, whatever she needed him to say or be. He didn’t want to say the words just because she asked, but was determined to extend an olive branch until the right time came. “I’m going to pick you up in the morning. Be ready by 7.”

It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, it wasn’t even a question or request, but she couldn’t help the hope that swelled in her chest. “Are you going to show me where you run off to every morning?” She turned her head, looking at him through the gap in her arm, her hands still in her hair.

Yagi stared at his hands, buckling the belt of his jeans, his golden brows tangled into a deep furrow. “I’m trusting you to keep what you see and anyone you meet between us.” He frowned, glancing back over to her, “And to not ask any questions.”

“I think I can manage that,” she turned onto her side so her back faced him, trying to hide feeling wounded over him still wanting to leave.

His hands flexed at his sides, staring at the way her sheets dipped down exposing her back to him, resisting every impulse to strip and climb back into bed with her. But he knew he’d get carried away if he got too close in this moment, how he’d expose himself in the way he held and kissed her, what foolish things he’d say or promise.

There was a long stretch of unbearable silence that made her skin prickle before she heard the balcony door slide open then close. She let out a sigh after the soft shuffle of his soles on the ledge told her he had jumped down, burying her face into her pillow again and wondering what it all meant to him – what she meant to him. Maybe she’d never truly find out.

– – – –

Come morning she was leaning against the exterior wall of her apartment building in fitted jeans and an oversized gray cashmere sweater, staring idly at her phone while she waited for him to arrive, barely noticing when a luxury car with tinted windows parked at the curb. She only peered up when she was engulfed by Yagi’s shadow, finding him standing in front of her wearing an all-black ensemble consisting of a button-down shirt, fitted suit trousers, tailored jacket, and a skinny tie. She rose up off the wall so quickly that she stumbled forward at the mere sight of him, looking Yagi over with wide eyes and finding herself breathless -- he was devastatingly striking in such polished attire, yet still roguish and unapproachable. “Am I under-dressed? I can run back up and change.”

“There’s no need,” he ran his hand through his hair, the back of it shaggy but not as unruly as usual, his long blonde bangs framing his face. “I have some rules for you before we get in,” he took a step forward, making her press her back into the wall. He was studying her face, noting the subtle makeup, how mesmerizing her eyes were, the curve of her full lips – he had to pinch the bridge of his nose to snap himself out of the train of thought he was rapidly hurtling towards, keeping his voice low but terse. “Where we are going, I am only known as Yagi. That is all you’re to call me by. I’m considered All Might’s middleman and run this side of his…enterprise, shall we say?” He canted his head to the side and locked his gaze with hers. “You’ll stay silent in the car. I will let you know when you are allowed to speak candidly with me, but otherwise, do not act overly familiar. Do you understand?”

She peeked out from behind him to look at the idling vehicle, seeing the driver dutifully waiting beside the open back door but out of earshot. There were so many questions she wanted to ask but his demeanor made it clear now was not the time.

They rode in silence side-by-side in the spacious back seat, his driver chancing curious glances back at her in the rear-view mirror until he caught Yagi staring daggers at him in the reflection. His golden brows pointed down into a scowl, his black and blue eyes dark and foreboding, mouth pressed into a grim line. He cast her a side-long look as if trying to determine what assumptions were being made, his hands balling into fists beside him before he caught himself and relaxed. Her cheeks warmed but she pointedly stared out the window until his phone chimed mid-way through the drive, finally turning toward him to quietly watch Yagi send and receive messages with an unreadable expression the remainder of the ride there.

‘There’ was…not what she was expecting. It was a strip mall attached to a run-down 6-story parking structure in an industrial part of town fronted by 5 individual units: a for-sale laundromat, a tailor, a vacant space, a ‘We Fix It’ tech repair shop, and a sketchy-looking pawn shop. Yagi was holding open the tailor shop door and waiting expectantly as the driver pulled away, utterly unfazed by her bewilderment.

The shop had chipped linoleum tiles, plastic yellow chairs, and 2 orange laminate countertops manned by a high school boy with deep amber-hued skin and a smattering of freckles like flecks of onyx across his nose and cheeks. He had a stack of textbooks laid out before him, standing between racks of plastic-encased garments and a thick red curtain divider. She offered a smile in greeting but his eyes immediately shifted to Yagi, seeming to do a double-take. He was looking him over warily with considerable confusion, as if noting some not-so-subtle changes in his appearance given his prior healing sessions. “I feel like I’ve missed a lot in the last several weeks,” he scratched his cheek nervously and stepped to the far-end of one counter, leaving the gap open for them to walk through. Yagi huffed a derisive breath through his nose despite the way the corner of his lips upturned in mild amusement at the boy's comment, responding only with a curt nod before grabbing her wrist to guide her through the curtains.

They walked through a small maze of dingy hallways and doors, down two flights of dimly-lit stairs before passing through what appeared to be a janitor’s closet. She nearly tripped over her own feet once she saw what was concealed behind the double-doors: Tall ceilings with brightly-lit crystal chandeliers, plush red and gold patterned carpet, black velvet chairs and couches, gold-veined marble coffee tables, walls covered in floor-to-ceiling red curtains, gaudy gold racks and matching tables full of clothes, a black wood pedestal, and a handful of curtain-covered fitting rooms at the very far back of the immense room. It took several long moments to process everything she was seeing – there were no windows, and the extent at which the room extended back meant the hidden basement of the stripmall went deep into the underground portions of the parking structure that was behind it.

Yagi released her wrist, leaving her to stand and stare in awe as he strode over to a gentleman standing at the center of the room. Were all of the units in the strip mall like this? Lavish secret dens? She blinked away the levy of questions threatening to break free, zeroing in on the man Yagi was quietly conversing with. He wore a fine blue suit and tan leather gloves that matched his polished shoes, his hair and neatly-trimmed beard made up of tight gray curls with the same rich topaz skin and peppering of freckles as the young boy upstairs. Yagi gestured for her to come closer, touching the small of her back to gently guide her up the steps of the pedestal. “This is the Artisan. He’ll be fitting you for something more appropriate to wear through the evening.”

The Artisan smiled warmly, his face open and welcoming as if greeting an old friend. “Yagi tells me he’d like you to be measured for a dress. Do you have any textiles or colors you object to?” He glanced down to his waist where attached to his belt hung a braid of numerous fabrics and colors woven together. He pinched a loose strand of white silk from it between his thumb and forefinger until a ribbon of it shot out, curling through the air as if moving of its own volition, hovering beside her.

Her eyes flickered from the stream of fabric to his hand then back to him, her eyebrows raised curiously. “No, no objections – I’d hate for you to go through the trouble though, is there something off a rack that would work?”

He cocked his head to the side and grinned, “It’s no trouble at all, I only need a few minutes to make something custom depending on the complexity.” His hand tucked into his pocket and retrieved a wrought gold circlet with numerous swatches secured to it, a gold tag with the name ‘Yagi’ stamped onto it hanging at the end. “May I measure you?” He glanced up to the coiling stream of silk and back to her.

As soon as she nodded the ribbon began flitting around her, occasionally wrapping around a limb or body part to size it out before retracting back into the braided mix of materials hanging at his hip. “Yagi says your shoe size is a 7, is that right?” He glanced back to Yagi after she nodded again, making her realize Yagi was slowly circling the pedestal, prowling like a predator tracking his prey. “Ah, thank you Kohaku,” the Artisan flashed a smile at the young boy from upstairs who approached with a thick leather binder, the pair of them appearing politely unperturbed by Yagi’s unusual demeanor.

Yagi paused mid-step when he locked eyes with her, his eyes darting from one of the curtain-covered fitting rooms before landing back on her. “Add a tie, vest, and jacket for me to match.”

“Now that Kohaku is back we can ready some of your accessories you requested last week,” the Artisan added as he pinched a small swatch of black silk between his fingers, the square of fabric erupting into a large swath that he effortlessly caught and draped over his arm. He set it atop a wood and gold-inlay chest of drawers beside the pedestal she stood on before thumbing through the circlet of fabrics to produce another massive wave of material for a suit jacket.

She watched in awe as he folded bits of the fabric and pinched his fingers across the creases, sometimes leaving a path of stitching in their wake and other times slicing away the excess, eventually coming away with a tailored suit jacket to throw over a standing rack, freeing up his hands to attach black silk to the lapels by merely tracing his fingertips over the two cuts of fabric, the finished product looking seamless.

Kohaku was flipping through stiff black pages until he found one with Yagi’s name stamped on it covered in buttons, squares of leather, and chips of metal. He touched a scrap of leather and generated a whole belt-sized strip out of thin air, pausing only when he heard Yagi clear his throat.

Yagi was halfway up the steps of the pedestal, offering his hand out for her to take and guide her down. His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her body into his side, seeming to get progressively more handsy the longer they spent in the shop.

But she couldn’t help looking away and back to the pair at work, watching Kohaku use his fingertips to etch delicate patterns into a metal buckle he had somehow attached to the leather in the short time she was distracted, meanwhile the Artisan was wrapping up pinching together the silk of a vest and thin black tie for Yagi. She leaned away from him to get a better look at the new pages Kohaku thumbed through, seeing brush strokes of nail polish and makeup, pages with fur and feathers, wool and nylon, even flecks of minerals and precious stones – any material she could think of had a sample swatch to work from. “Can both of you make copies of everything in there?” She asked excitedly, feeling Yagi pull her just a little tighter to him.

Kohaku smiled shyly, “My dad works with textiles, but my mom does precious stones, metal, wood…I got a little bit of both and then some.” He turned away, keeping one finger pressed to a button in the binder and using his other hand to pinch his way down Yagi’s jacket, leaving a gleaming black metal button at each indent he made.

“What’s your favorite medium to work with?” Her hands pressed into Yagi’s chest, the gesture seeming to appease him despite her attention being elsewhere.

He hummed in thought for a moment, “Ah, probably makeup?” Kohaku slipped the jacket off the standing rack and set it down so the Artisan could replace it with the long swath of black silk, immediately getting to work cutting shapes and making seams of tight stitching with expert precision. Kohaku flipped back through the binder again, generating a blanket of black mesh from a square on the page, setting it aside for his father to work on after. “I also like making shoes, though.”

Yagi snatched his readied clothes off the chest of drawers, his patience finally wearing thin, and took hold of her wrist to haul her away towards the dressing rooms at the far end of the shop. She smiled apologetically over her shoulder as she was dragged off before shooting Yagi a quizzical look. “What is your *deal*?” She hissed, trying to tug her wrist back but finding his grip so tight it was nearly bruising. “What happened to not acting overly familiar? You can’t keep your fucking hands off of me!” He pulled her through the velvet curtains of a spacious dressing room, shoving her down onto a cushioned settee that lined the wall opposite a large mirror.

“You’re just going to have to adjust on the fly here, princess. Unless you want to be sent back home?” He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it down next to her before getting to work loosening and removing his tie. “The Artisan and his wife have been business partners of mine for years. They are two out of a handful of people who know me in both forms,” he hesitated, looking from the pile of new clothes and back to his hands, debating whether he wanted to disrobe further given their temporary privacy. “I don’t usually bring people around unless it’s strictly for business,” his gaze darted back to her, moving lasciviously up and down her body with clear intent.

“Am I here on business, then?” She squared her shoulders and crossed her legs demurely, looking up at him with a haughty smile. “Since when do business partners get matching outfits? Do you have all of your associates fitted for black silk dresses?” She tilted her head to the side, watching him tense at her words. “What exact sort of *business* am I supposed to be conducting with you?” Her eyes narrowed, gaze suddenly withering with implication, sizing him up in a way he hadn’t seen since she last considered physically fighting him off with a fucking bat.

His breathing quickened with the thrill of a challenge, a crooked grin exposing his canines. “If anyone thinks you are *for hire* I assure you that I will thoroughly enjoy tearing them limb from limb,” he breathed out before wetting his lips with his tongue, letting it graze over one of his two pointed teeth before drawing it back in. “I don’t think you fully understand the scope of power I have as Yagi…and certainly not as All Might. You haven’t seen what lies beyond here, and even that won’t be the full picture,” he reached down to grab her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up and admiring the arrogance on her exquisite face. Who did she think she was, sinking her nails into his heart with that heated glare? His eyes wandered down to her mouth, his breath stuttering in his chest at the way her full smirking lips had a gravity all their own, always pulling him in, rising like the tide reaching for the moon.

His line of thought was interrupted by the sound of squeaking wheels approaching from behind the curtain followed by the Artisan politely clearing his throat sight-unseen. “I have everything you requested be prepared for today here on the cart, with the remainder of the items you ordered to be delivered and installed at their appropriate locations this evening. We’ll be in the office with Takara if you have any final adjustments to make, so please take your time.” Yagi could hear the smile in his voice with the unspoken offer of further seclusion from their company – the usually-standoffish old goat was doing a piss-poor job hiding how unabashedly pleased he was to finally meet the woman healing him and preoccupying all of his free time.

Yagi released her chin, reaching past the curtain to pull in a tall gold and mirrored cart laden with covered black gift boxes, her finished dress neatly folded atop them. His eyes darted between her and the black silk, his thoughts heady with desire. He could take his time with the promise of privacy – the family’s office was well out of earshot. Yagi waited until he heard the old man’s footsteps recede, his deep voice suddenly commanding, “Take off your clothes, kitten.”

She had caught that glimmer of longing on his face before the Artisan approached, her brows still tangled in thought when he demanded she strip. “I may not have a full understanding of what it is you do other than break shit around my apartment and be an asshole to me, but I can assure you that even if –” she squeaked indignantly as he grabbed the collar of her sweater, pulling her to her feet before tipping his face down to slant his mouth over hers, lips eager and insistent, his tongue slipping out to deftly trace her lower lip. The sensation made her lips part, Yagi seizing the opportunity to sweep his full tongue into her mouth, swallowing her delighted moan as her eyes fluttered shut. When was the last time he kissed her like this? Her body melted against his, gently sucking at his silken appendage and spurring him to deepen the kiss, stealing her breath away.

One arm snaked around her waist while his other dipped between them, fingertips unfastening and unzipping the front of her jeans before tugging them down roughly until they sat just below the crease where her beautifully rounded ass met her thighs. She withdrew from the kiss only to come up for air, gasping softly before leaning in for more, making Yagi chuckle as he teasingly brushed his lips over hers. He lifted his head away, denying her mouth any further attention, turning his gaze to their reflection in the mirror so he could admire the way her rear swallowed the fabric of her thong. His hands shifted to grab at both cheeks greedily, spreading them apart, vividly recalling the way he had used her the night before…his cock strained against his trousers, pressing insistently against her navel with their absurd difference in height.

“Not here,” she glared up at him defiantly, her pride a little stung by his wordless rejection to kiss her again after spending nearly two weeks putting his lips everywhere but her mouth. “I can undress and dress myself,” she tried to pull herself out of his arms but found his grasp unforgiving, his eyes flashing dangerously at her attempt to push away.

His answering growl rumbled through his chest, eyes narrow and assessing as they swept over her face, trying to suss out her level of determination to defy him. “Let me be perfectly clear here, princess. You’re going to obey my every command while we’re under this collective roof, do you understand?” His hands squeezed the pert flesh of her ass painfully, making her wince against his chest. They shifted to yank down the elastic of her thong from her hips before he stooped to pull it down in tandem with her jeans until they were mid-way down her thighs, his face now at level with hers. He licked at her lips, pressing his tongue in briefly to make her squirm. “I’m going to show you off, make you sit prettily on my lap, let them see me touch you,” he lifted one of her thighs so her pants slid down her legs and pooled around her black flats before letting his hands roam up, catching the hem of her cashmere sweater and starting to drag it up slowly, his gaze devouring every new inch of skin he exposed.

Her breathing quickened into soft panting at his words, the soft blush creeping across her cheeks intensifying when he pulled the sweater up and over her head, tossing it aside. “I’m not making any promises, Yagi,” her tone simmered between wretched need and anger as he reached behind her to unhook her bra before stepping back and shamelessly admiring her naked body. Her skin was dotted with little pinpricks of cold as it met the air, her nipples already pebbled and aching from desire rather than the change in temperature.

“Are you so eager to be punished, kitten?” He kept his unwavering gaze fixed on her as he reached into a box on the cart, the blue of his eyes bright and intense like twin flames burning in pitch-black coal. His hand came back with a see-through black mesh bra he passed to her and a pair of sheer black crotchless nylons, a finely-stitched seam running up the back of each leg ending in small bow details. She hastily slipped the bra on, momentarily taken aback by her reflection – it fit perfectly without any adjustments needed, exaggerating the high swell of her breasts with her hardened nipples plainly visible through the silk-like mesh fabric.

Yagi sank to his knees in front of her, carefully lifting each leg to toss her shoes and discarded pants aside before rolling the stockings in his hands and guiding her feet into them one by one. He slowly unraveled them going up her calves, leaning in to nip and lick at her thighs and hips as he went until she was drawing in ragged breaths, his eyes flitting between his hands and her scandalously see-through bra.

Her fingers slipped down to grab fistfuls of his shaggy blonde hair to steady herself, unable to keep from shifting her legs and swaying her hips as he teased her with his mouth, seeming to assault every bit of flesh on her lower half except for where she was starting to ache for him. Yagi dragged his tongue up her navel, the waistband of her new stockings chasing the trail of saliva as his hands ascended up her hips with the material hooked at his thumbs. The waistband was lined with a band of black silk and came all the way up to the smallest part of her waist accentuating her curves, the crotchless portion leaving the entirety of her crease exposed front to back and ending with a little silk bow details stitched in at the top of either side, matching the small bows that sat atop the black stitched seam running up the back of her long sleek legs and peeking out just below where the curve of her rear met her thighs.

He groaned at the sight, all of it far better than he ever imagined when he made the special request, his hands digging into her hips to jerk her forward impatiently while he leaned in to smother himself into her exposed sex. She gasped loudly and raised her hips, yanking his hair forward to urge him on as his tongue dipped into her, languidly sweeping up her slit and to her swollen clit while his nose nuzzled into the small patch of curls at the apex of her thighs. He savored the taste of her pooling desire, his rumble of approval vibrating his tongue as he went in for another deliciously drowsy lick, lapping at her with a torturously-slow pace.

He had her panting and whimpering, begging in whispered and honeyed tones to let her come, to be quick, to hurry before someone could hear. But he gazed up at her, a fiendish curve to his lips visible behind the press of her silken folds to his mouth even as his tongue began lazily stroking up and down across that sensitive bud. Her hands fisted his hair more urgently, her pleading thin and needy, “Please, Toshinori, please.”

“Are you going to behave?” He murmured from between her thighs before capturing her clit between his lips to deliver slow, sucking kisses. She nodded frantically and bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, swaying slightly on her feet when her knees nearly buckled from the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. He pulled his mouth away, ignoring her sounds of displeasure at the sudden loss of his hot wet tongue until he forced her to sit upon the settee with her back pressed into the curtain-covered wall. Yagi hooked his hands behind her knees to lift her legs and spread her thighs, nearly pinning her knees to her chest as he bared her so thoroughly and intimately that her face burned with embarrassment.

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll reward you, kitten,” he grinned when she nodded weakly, tipping her head back and closing her eyes just to avoid seeing her sweet little slit so open and glistening for him. “Mm, why so shy over your pretty little cunt?” He leaned down and latched onto her clit, flicking his tongue over it rapidly within his mouth before pulling back again. “You don’t want me to see?” he practically purred the words into her curls before making his tongue wide and flat to drag it up the entirety of her slit over and over, purposely neglecting her clit until she opened her eyes again.

She peeked down at him breathlessly through the teasing, tension wound up so tight in her needing release that her core was tensing and squeezing, looking for any form of relief in the absence of friction. “You can’t hide away what belongs to me, kitten” he murmured, letting one of her legs drop onto his shoulder so he could plunge two fingers into her cunt to give her something to grasp and clench onto, immediately diving down to lash his tongue across her clit. He narrowed the tip of his tongue into a hard point, circling the bud ruthlessly with it, his fingers curling with expert precision to find the spot within her that made her hips twitch, knowing both would drive her fast and hard to that delicious peak.

One of her hands covered her mouth to stifle her cries as the other found his hair again, grabbing and pulling uselessly as if it would change how mercilessly he ravaged her, making pleasure burn white-hot when she finally unraveled. He did not cease his movements as she fluttered and convulsed around his fingers, her thighs coming together involuntarily squeezing tightly around his head making him smile wickedly behind his thrashing tongue. Only when her muffled cries tapered to faint whimpers and her thighs unclenched from around his face did he withdraw his fingers, sucking them clean before shifting down to bury his long vigorous tongue back into her, lapping away any trace of her pleasure he could reach.

Yagi sighed contentedly as she tried to catch her breath, his long blonde bangs tickling as they dragged up her stomach and chest while he raised his head, pressing gentle sucking kisses and licks up her ribcage to her breasts and collarbone as he went, stopping to lean into her and nestle his face into her hair with his cheek flush against her neck. “Where we’re going…I’ll make sure there’s no question that you are mine…and that I am yours,” he murmured before slipping an arm around her waist, the other cupping her cheek opposite the side he was nuzzling, his nose brushing the corner of her jawline as he breathed her in.

It was like she forgot how to breathe – was her chest rising to inhale, or was her heart just so full and bright in this moment that it lifted her in the same motion? Maybe she didn’t need to hear the word ‘love’ from him after all, maybe this was enough, erasing the dull ache from these last few weeks? She entwined her arms around the back of his neck as he began brushing his lips along her jaw before finding her mouth, pressing into it longingly, making her lashes flutter closed. She kissed back so eagerly that his lips parted in surprise, giving her tongue entry into his mouth and making him groan as it met his, soft and sweet and delectable for him.

Their kisses quickly turned deep and urgent, hands tangling into each other's hair, swallowing delicious moans and aching sounds, changing the slant and angle of their mouths over and over as if they’d discover some crevice previously unexplored by their sweeping tongues – eventually they had to come up for air, gasping. Yagi’s cheeks were tinged pink while hers were bright red, both drawing in ragged breaths until his lips found hers again. He was gentle and reverent now, taking his time to gaze at her between each ardent kiss, his hands moving to cup her face, thumbs grazing her beautifully blushing cheeks. The frequency of kisses slowly ebbed, an impish smile inversely spreading across his face every time he pulled away, full and bright when he finally stopped. “Is that all you want?” He had asked the same question last night, but it felt different this time – fiendish and arrogant to rile her up, as if it wasn’t some immense hurdle he had just crossed.

She laughed breathlessly and pushed him away as she sat up, tilting her chin up haughtily but unable to keep herself from smiling. “You’re still an asshole then, huh?” His mischievous expression gave way to a feral grin, coiling an arm around her waist and drawing her up with him as he stood, holding her steady on her still-weak legs.

He tipped his head down to bite where her slender shoulder met the crook of her neck, not breaking skin but making her hiss an inhale through her teeth. “Were you expecting some kind of big prince charming reveal, princess?” He crooned, laving his tongue over the indentation of his teeth unapologetically as she refused to dignify his teasing with an answer. Yagi reached toward the cart and drew the large swath of black silk towards them, watching it unfurl into a long lavish dress as he released her from his grasp, the clear outline of his hardened length visible through his trousers in the gap between them.

He slid the gown over her head, shrouding her in what felt like a river of luxuriously cool silk running over her skin, the sensation leaving her shivering. It had long sleeves with matching silk buttons nearly invisible against the material of her dress, undone going all the way up her back but already-fastened from her wrists to her elbows. Yagi immediately got to work securing the buttons behind her starting just above her rear, admiring her shape through the drape of fabric in the mirror appreciatively as he went.

She quirked a brow at the slits running up either leg that stopped just short of the swell of her mid-thigh, the material cinching in with a tight waist carefully tailored to draw attention to her lovely curves. It had a high neck but opened into a key-hole front that exposed her delicate collarbone and went scandalously low into her cleavage, the silk tight across her breasts and the unlined material of her bra so thin that even a warm breath would make her nipples pebble through the fabric.

She bit her lip appraising the dress in the mirror when she caught sight of Yagi smiling to himself as he swept her hair to the side to fasten the last few buttons at the nape of her neck, taking his time with each one as his attention roamed down her backside with unabashed pleasure. “How did you describe the design you wanted when you requested this? Sumptuous with easy access?” A coy smile took hold of her lips as she shifted the front panel of silk to the side, lifting it to reveal the crotchless black nylons he had special-ordered. “And why aren’t there panties?” She teased just before his eyes finally found their reflection in the mirror, his face slackening at the sight that greeted him.

She was unable to conceal the distinct feminine pride she felt when he looked her over, his already-rigid cock twitching to life and suddenly pressing into her lower back as he pulled her to his chest. He splayed his fingers possessively over her stomach even after she let her skirt fall back into place, his shoulders rising and falling with the exertion it took to not fuck her where she stood. “You’re lucky I let you have any, kitten. I’ve very nearly discarded every pair in your apartment before,” he admitted with a wretched grin before turning her to face the cart.

The remaining boxes had a black tulle clutch purse, red-bottomed black heels, and a pair of sizable rubies faceted into the shape of crescent moons fashioned into earrings. Another box had a matching set of ruby-inlaid cufflinks, tie clip, and several thick-banded rings. Yagi was already tying the knot in his new silk tie and folding the collar of his black button-up shirt over it when she looked up at him. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” She picked up the box that contained the earrings, wondering if she had ever borrowed any jewelry nearly as valuable from her mother for one of the numerous medical fundraising galas she had grown up attending.

“You’ve pointed out on several occasions that I have yet to pay you for your time or broken things, but you baulk at a bit of jewelry?” He muttered as he buttoned the black silk vest over his shirt and tie, one of his golden brows raised incredulously at her. “I thought you enjoyed being spoiled?”

“Just because I don’t pretend to hate surprises or gifts?” She glared at him but began putting on the earrings all the same. “Or is it because I don’t pretend to hate dressing up once in a while?” He instinctively reached out to steady her by her arm as she stepped into her shoes, ignoring how she tried to wave his hand away. “Perhaps because I actually know how to walk around in a pair of 4 inch heels?” She was smiling smugly to herself, smoothing out the front of her dress while he blithely turned to slip the set of thick metal rings onto his long fingers.

“Tch, because you’re vain like me. And you enjoy having nice things,” he shrugged his new suit jacket on, flattening the black silk lapels that matched her attire. “And because you’re a fucking brat.”

She raised her brows, tilting her chin up defiantly as she approached with his tie clip and cufflinks. “Fair enough,” the corner of her self-satisfied smile upturned into a smirk as she set the clip in place, Yagi’s arms slipping around her to secure his cufflinks to his sleeves behind her back, his blonde bangs falling into her face as he peered over the top of her head. “Are you really going to be parading me around?” She glanced up at him as she began fastening the front of his suit jacket for him, his hands settling onto the swell of her hips.

“Are you going to pretend you hate being shown off? That you’re not some fierce, haughty, arrogant, pretty little thing?” His gaze was suddenly intense on her, heated but assessing as one of his hands dipped beneath the back panel of her skirt and slid up, his fingers quickly finding the crease of her rear. She whimpered ‘no’ at the unexpected intrusion and tried squirming away, only managing to drive herself into the front of his body just as he intended. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into her navel while his finger chased that puckered hole, gently pressing and prodding until her face flushed red. “You can act like my shy, pleading, coveted prey if you want, kitten. There will be no heroes to swoop in and save you if so,” he hissed the words, his demeanor inexplicably menacing now as he loomed above her.

She was breathless with instinctual fear and that all-too-familiar thrill he inspired in her when he was forceful, taking advantage of her, hunting her until she tapped out – but she never seemed to tap out these days, did she? She swallowed thickly, unable to help the way her heart was hammering in her chest as his forefinger demanded gentle entry, making her wince with discomfort.

“I might be yours now, but that doesn’t change *how* you are *mine.*” He canted his head to the side as he watched her flinch from his touch, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, mouth suddenly dry. “I won’t let you step out of line, kitten. No more sharing what belongs to me,” he slowly withdrew his finger, making her shudder and gasp against him. A savage smile cut through his lips like a knife before he released her entirely, reaching for the fitting room curtains with his long arm and drawing them aside. “Leave all your things here. No phone,” his tone was clipped as he guided her out by the small of her back with only her new black clutch in hand, moving them toward the shuttered office doors on the other end of the showroom.

She tried to distract herself to lessen the furious blushing of her cheeks by investigating the purse, feeling something heavy and shifting inside of it. There was a wrought metal compact mirror that she popped open, finding the gleaming reflective surface paired with what appeared to be empty divots for small dabs of makeup. It made more sense when she glanced up and saw Kohaku in the now-open doorway grasping a thick canvas-like page with swatches of nail polish and makeup neatly arranged in rows of brush strokes, holding his free hand out for hers expectantly.

“I was thinking we’d match what Mr. Yagi usually gets,” Kohaku hummed noncommittally to himself as he touched the right spot on the canvas with one hand, using the other to gently press his thumb and forefinger around each of her nails, one-by-one leaving them with matte black nail polish and rounded edges. She grinned at this newfound piece of information, her face finally feeling less warm as she watched Kohaku step over to Yagi to give his nails the same treatment.

But she found the rosy warmth creeping back into her cheeks once more as she looked him over, having been too close in his arms in the fitting room to truly take in the true scope of him fully dressed. This suit jacket was much more fitted to his lithe body – not wiry and scrawny like it once was, but notably filled in with pleasurable sinew and mass to make him lean. And there was something more considerably polished about the addition of a vest and silk accents, his all-black ensemble making him unequivocally both intimidating and breath-taking. The rings, black polish, shaggy blonde hair, and blackened eyes all just added to the allure, making her stomach tie into knots. Yagi glared at her when he caught her blatant ogling, staring her down until Kohaku stepped back in front of her to regain her attention.

“I’m guessing you’d prefer sultry over vampy for makeup,” Kohaku joked warmly about her dramatic dress, snapping her out of her daze and making her smile in assent before closing her eyes and lifting her face toward him. He touched a swatch of eyeshadow with one hand and used his other hand to give her a subtle smokey eye complimenting her long mascara-darkened lashes. He then moved to a brushstroke of stain to bring out the natural blush of her cheeks with a press of his forefinger, using the same color on her lips by tracing them with the pad of his thumb. “Excellent! The mirror is for touch-ups,” he took it from her hand, fingertips filling in the compartmentalized divots with dollops of each product he used before handing it back to her.

Her lashes fluttered open to look at his handiwork in the compact mirror’s reflection, gasping delightedly when she saw herself. “Don’t be surprised if I start showing up every morning to get my makeup done,” she teased as Kohaku flushed with pleasure. “And these shoes are better than the real thing,” she glanced pointedly down at her tall red-bottomed heels.

“I know,” he grinned, bristling with well-deserved confidence as he set the page of swatches down, picking up a small black box. “My mom said to see if you wanted this hair clip too?” He glanced over to Yagi who nodded in wordless consent without looking back at him, Kohaku suddenly nervous once he noted how intently Yagi was staring at her. He set the box in her open palm and offered her a comforting smile, whispering “Nice to meet you!” before hurriedly stepping back into his family’s office and shuttering the doors.

She peered at Yagi curiously, recognizing his half-hooded glare and the way his eyes were trained on her in a predatory haze, unable to tear his gaze away from her face. She forced herself to look away and turn her attention to the box containing a delicate filigree hair clip that matched the metal hue of Yagi’s accessories with a collection of ruby stones forming another crescent moon. Absolutely excessive but stunning, she thought to herself wide-eyed as she stared down at it to avoid acknowledging his unrelenting fixation.

But Yagi was standing directly beside her before she even registered that he had moved, his long fingers plucking the clip from the box, golden brows furrowed until he settled on the ideal placement and secured it to a swath of her hair. He took a step back looking as if it pained him to not pin her against him instead, his twin blue flames raking across her so intensely that she felt heat in the wake of his penetrating gaze.

She was utterly exquisite, he thought to himself bitterly, taken aback by the animosity he had just buried rearing its head again. He reached out to tilt her chin up, raising her face up towards his as he looked her over possessively, lust still hooding his gaze. Dazzling eyes, refined nose, full lips, defined jawline, delicate neck and collarbone…he licked at his lips, silently cataloging every ethereal feature in his mind. He inwardly groaned at the high swell of her pert breasts, the lovely dip of her waist, the round of her hips and ass, her long sleek legs. All soft and perfect curves, everything divine about her accentuated with each carefully tailored and crafted piece of her attire. He was loath to let anyone else see her like this, wanting her all to himself to claim over and over.

She blushed under his hungry stare, the way he greedily took in every excruciating detail of her impossible to miss as he towered over her in his all-black fitted suit looking like sin-incarnate. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, tugging it down slightly, his black nail polish standing out against the subtle stain darkening her sweet mouth. Everything he did was stoking the fire burning in her core, each look and touch and even the way he breathed making her blood roil.

“I kept telling you I’d ruin you after we met,” he kept his voice low, cocking his head to the side so his unruly blonde hair shifted. “I told you I’d never give you back,” he murmured, captivated by her ineffable body draped flawlessly in black silk for him. “And yet you still want me to be yours?” His eyes finally found hers again, searching them for any sign of hesitation.

But he found none when she nodded in answer, looking so wretchedly hopeful with her prettily blushing cheeks and long fluttering lashes.

She was more than an indulgence – she was his. And he was hers. A wicked grin spread across Yagi’s lips, his canines flashing as he leaned in to whisper, his warm breath ambrosian as it fanned across her face. “You’ll never escape.”

[This author has a praise kink, so drop a comment! Tell me what you liked or what you want to see. Next chapter I’ll show you what sort of enterprise Yagi runs. I know we had a confession of sorts, but I’m a sucker for angst so we’ll get to have some fun with both!]

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I think about this moment a lot. It fascinates me.

A big part of My Hero Academia is unraveling the mystery of Katsuki’s thoughts. Katsuki is such a compelling character because he provides a unique and meaningful perspective on the story that’s kept secret from the audience via Izuku’s unreliable narration and Katsuki’s tendency to not put his own thoughts into words.

This scene is All Might’s infamous “save to win, win to save,” advice. Here, All Might tells Katsuki that he and Izuku need to learn from each other, that each one has something the other doesn’t, something that’s necessary in order to become the best heroes they can be. As viewers, we hear what sounds like excellent, constructive, insightful advice that advances the narrative. It’s something that the story between Izuku and Katsuki has been naturally approaching.

If you are dependent on Izuku’s perspective, then Katsuki’s reaction in the above screenshots is anti-climactic, inspiring a sense of flat, exasperated humor. Katsuki is just being good ol’ obstinate, stubborn, petulant Katsuki. Katsuki just isn’t Katsuki if he isn’t being unnecessarily difficult.

But Izuku is an unreliable narrator.

Objectively speaking, All Might being a good teacher? That’s out of character, at least at this point in the story. We’ve just sat through flashbacks of other advice All Might has given Katsuki, highlighting how what sounded like decent advice somehow made everything worse. But it’s not spelled out for us what’s going on in Katsuki’s head. Why is All Might’s advice so terrible? Why does it upset Katsuki so much?

Katsuki believes he is weak. Katsuki has an inferiority complex.

All Might: You have all the abilities necessary to become a hero.

What Katsuki hears: You aren’t strong yet.

All Might: Level 1 power and Level 50 power can’t improve at the same rate.

What Katsuki hears: Yes, Izuku’s improving, and you’re not.

But then, All Might’s “save to win, win to save” advice should be welcomed by Katsuki, shouldn’t it? It’s actionable advice. All Might told him what he’s missing. Now he just needs to work on that, and he’ll be the best hero, even better than Izuku!

No.

Katsuki didn’t ask how he can surpass Izuku. He asked why All Might chose Izuku.

Their conversation basically boils down to this.

Katsuki: Why did you choose Deku?

All Might: Because he was weak, and you were strong.

Katsuki: But you were wrong. I’m weak. (Implied: Deku is the strong one now.)

All Might: You are strong, but not strong enough by yourself. In a sense, you are both weak and need to learn from each other.

Katsuki: So we’re both weak? That’s even worse.

Time and again, All Might fails to address Katsuki’s real concerns. Every piece of advice he gives is just more fuel for Katsuki’s insecurities, which the fight before this moment illustrates. A big part of the fight is about Katsuki trying to understand why Izuku was chosen based on his assumption that All Might judged Izuku as superior to Katsuki, as the stronger of the two.

Remember, Katsuki doesn’t have the full explanation about One For All yet. Based on the information he has, Katsuki only knows that All Might gave his power to Izuku. He implies he thinks All Might sought out All For One’s help to pass on his quirk, that “All Might knew the guy who could do it.” He doesn’t know One For All can pass on itself or that All Might was on a time limit. So from Katsuki’s perspective, either All Might risked getting help from a known villain for Izuku’s sake, or, maybe more likely, All Might was friends with AFO until AFO betrayed that trust. There’s even the potential that AFO betrayed All Might specifically when he decided Katsuki was an exploitable weakness and kidnapped him.

Katsuki’s presence on the battlefield inhibited All Might, and Katsuki couldn’t get out of the situation on his own. He was weak, and so he dragged All Might down. That’s why he accepted help to get out of there. Did AFO know that would happen, that Katsuki was as weak as that? Why wouldn’t AFO target Izuku, All Might’s successor? The only thing Katsuki could logically conclude is that Izuku is strong, and thus safe, while Katsuki is the exploitable weakness.

While fighting Izuku, Katsuki wonders “Why?” with each flashback he has of All Might’s past advice. That advice, paired with Katsuki’s insecurities about his weakness, implies what he’s been worrying about all this time: “Why can’t I improve? Why can’t I get stronger? Why did All Might see no potential in me?” Katsuki slaps away Izuku’s hand when offered help and shouts, “Why won’t you fight? What’s wrong with you?” From Katsuki’s perspective, it must be because Izuku is that strong and thinks Katsuki is so weak in comparison.

Katsuki expects Izuku to win the fight from the start. Katsuki just wants to find the answer to his question:

Why is Izuku strong while I am weak?

And yet, All Might’s answer, his advice of “save to win, win to save,” is the exact opposite thing Katsuki wants to hear:

Izuku is weak, too.

So, Katsuki tells Izuku, “Don’t lose.”

Before this moment, Katsuki assumes Izuku is safe. His idea of the ultimate hero is a hero who never loses. He thinks All Might got help from AFO for Izuku’s sake. Whether AFO betrayed All Might or All Might knew AFO was a villain all along, All Might isn’t worried about Izuku because he’s strong. There’s no way All Might would involve Izuku with a dangerous supervillain unless he thinks Izuku could handle it.

But if Izuku is actually weak, Katsuki could end up in the same position again. Katsuki is still an exploitable weakness not only for All Might but now also for Izuku.

I know plenty of people will want to extrapolate from here that Katsuki is worried about Izuku (and anything I could say about this is manga spoilers, so I won’t touch on that here). However, I think it would be a mistake to say his concern at this point is, “Izuku is weak, so I have to get strong to protect him.” Katsuki’s character arc up until this point in the story has focused mainly on his feelings regarding victimhood. I don’t think it’s a stretch for me to say one of his worst fears is being a victim, particularly as a means of getting to someone he cares about such as All Might (just look at his trauma over what happened with the sludge villain in middle school). After all, Katsuki believes All Might’s downfall could have been avoided if only he had been strong enough to not be victimized by AFO and the League of Villains.

So it’s not that Katsuki wants to protect Izuku; Katsuki doesn’t want to be the reason for Izuku’s downfall.

Katsuki promises to keep OFA a secret because, “It’s just too big a risk with too many drawbacks for me to spread this around.” The risk? Katsuki could be made a target again just by virtue of knowing about it. “There would be confusion about where the power is,” meaning people would attack Katsuki for that information assuming he either has OFA or knows who does. If the secret gets out, Katsuki becomes a weak point for All Might and Izuku. So he has to get stronger before that happens.

You can see when Katsuki bows his head in acceptance. He hasn’t heard what he wanted, but he accepts that he has to grow stronger in order to prepare for when the OFA secret gets out. He’ll follow All Might’s advice and do what he has to do to be ready, and he’ll hold Izuku to the same standard. When the time comes, Izuku cannot lose.

When Katsuki hears the full story about OFA, he says, “It doesn’t change what I have to do.” It doesn’t matter which of them is All Might’s successor. He has to surpass All Might, surpass Izuku, surpass One For All. He has to be the best. He can’t be the weak link again. He can’t be the reason they lose.

He’ll grow. He’ll get stronger. He’ll take All Might’s advice to heart and become the ultimate hero who wins and saves. He’s planning their victory strategy, and he’s making sure they’ll be ready.

If there’s one thing Katsuki’s a genius at, it’s victory.

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Yan small might headcannons

Very cuddly yandere. Almost always found at your side or somewhere in the vicinity.

Possesive but in a very tsundere way in public. In private it’s just the aforementioned clingyness

I don’t see him liking sex too much so you won’t have to worry about sadistic (sex wise.) punishments.

I don’t even think you’d have a reason to be punished. Like- shit gets broken. He’s rich, he can fix it.

Probably very keen on getting you to meet his students even if you already have.

He likes to wear, YOUR clothes

Hear me out hear me out. My mans is bones. Tall bones like papy but nonetheless bones.

He especially enjoys your jackets.

He would probably kidnap you after going on a date or meeting you at your office. Very impulsive and not well thought out.

He was freaking out more than you were tbh.

Not too good of a cook so if youre wanting a dish the way you like it you better find that bitch online because boy o boy he’ll mess it up.

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okay but it would be fucking hilarious if the eyes on the Eraserhead plush were even more woobified than that. like imagine Mic pulling down the goggles on his brand new plush husband for the first time and just the largest, roundest, sparkliest, most stereotypical anime chibi eyes are hiding behind the goggles? Mic’s just trying not to lose his shit at how funny and adorable it is and Aizawa is just like ew gross that ain’t me

it’s him now

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You’re Mine - All Smite x Reader (18+)

Summary: After trying to leave town, Smite shows you exactly who you belong to

Warnings: Villain AU, Villain!All Might, Possessive Behavior, Dominance, Mildly dubious consent (i.e. you don’t explicitly say yes), Vaginal fingering, Unhealthy relationships, Unplanned pregnancy

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25469632

Very much NSFW!

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The yanderes that use locks, violence, and/or fear to keep their darling with them are ok but I think my favorite is Financial Yanderes

You know the ones that use money to make their darling stay with them,

{Yandere themes, Manipulation, Not accurate sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamic}

Mic:

-Y/n deciding to become a sugar baby after having to move to a new place where they can only afford a crappy little apartment and have no friends or family nearby and no job

-It was supposed to be just till they can get back on their own two feet, to bad for them they found the eye of Hizashi Yamada

{This man has three jobs in which 2 hes a celebrity, hes rich, I take no criticism}

-Sugar Daddy Hizashi using his favors and connections to make sure Y/n cant get a job so they have to rely solely on him

-Hes paying for that luxurious apartment he helped them move into, their car and almost all their clothing have been presents from him, the allowance he gives them pays for their food, gas, and the other things they need to keep going

-Without Hizashi they dont know where they would be and both of them know it

-Maybe he'll be content with them as his sugar baby, or maybe he'll try and get them to be something more

Aizawa:

-Y/n is hired to be his teaching assistant to help with his class

-Aizawa sweeps them off their feet and soon the two are married

-He convinces them to quit their job and stay home to tend to things there, he makes enough on his own for them to live comfortably

-So they do, staying home to cook, clean, and tend to Shinsou, Eri, and Aizawa

-Aizawa has them right where he wants them, he knows even if they wanted to leave they would have no means of doing so

All Might:

{According to Deku the heroes who get the most coverage make the most money so All Might has to be loaded, idk how important that is to this scenario but yeah,}

-Y/n is an old friend, back before he was the number one and one of the few to know about Yagi Toshinori's secret

-There in a bad place at the moment, fired from their job and getting evicted

{All Might definitely had something to do with it, maybe a favor or maybe by threatening}

-Of course he knows they won't take handouts, hes known them long enough to not even suggested it

-No he has an idea to help you, come be his housekeeper! He couldn't have one before because of his secret but they already know that secret so it works for both of them, he gets a housekeeper and they get a place to live and a job

-He pays them just enough for their basics leaving nothing to be saved up to get their own place

-He just needs time to convince them that being his house"wife" would be better than his housekeeper, and it would have a bigger pay too since he'd be sure they won't leave after that

{Also almost everyone is an All Might fan so imagen divorcing him, like the amount of people that would hate you for hurting All Might would probably have you crawling back to him just to get people to stop hating on you so much}

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Yandere Small Might x Fem!Reader

Self-care🌙🚀

TW || NSFW, Mentions of kidnapping, Dub-con, Non-con

Toshinori had kidnapped you around two weeks ago. Ever since the large man grabbed you from your apartment your life has been hell. It’s not that Toshi was terrible towards you, in fact, he was the opposite. He would feed you well, he never touched you without consent and he would supply you with all the supplies you’d need, such as clothes, pads or tampons and deodorant. Despite his kind and loving treatment you still gave him the cold shoulder, barely ever speaking a word to him. You now lay sideways on your bed, facing the wall in total silence. A soft knock on the door rang out through your room. A knot formed in your stomach as you heard the voice of the man you feared, “Y/n, can I come in? I need to talk to you about something.” You took a shaky breath and stood from your bed, taking slow, small steps towards the door. You pulled it open to see the tall, lanky man standing with a gentle smile. “Thank you, y/n” You nod, remaining silent.

Toshinori walked to your bed and sat down, patting the spot beside him, beckoning you to sit. You comply, worried about what might happen if you refused. As you sat you could feel his eyes on you, glancing up and down. “So. Y/n.” Toshi started, “I know you must be finding it quite hard to adjust to your new life here and I understand your frustrations.” You looked down at his hands, they were pressed gently in his lap as he spoke. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been taking the best care of yourself lately. I thought after a week you would start but now it looks like I have to step in.” You looked up, right into his hypnotizing blue eyes. Your face stricken with fear, was he going to punish you for not taking care of yourself? “Please.” You whispered, the first word you’ve said to him since your kidnapping. Toshinori was taken aback, “Woah woah, y/n I’m not going to hurt you, I would never do that! I’m just going to help you tidy yourself up.” He reached his hand out, picking up a small piece of your knotted hair. “We’ll need to brush this out before anything else, you haven’t touched your hair brush.” Toshi moved up to the very edge of your bed and then gestured to you to sit on the floor in between his legs. You did as you were told and sat, your face at his knees.

Toshi reached over and grabbed the hairbrush from your dresser and slowly started to pull it through your hair. “Ow.” You winced when Toshi pulled too hard through a large knot. “Are you alright y/n? I’m so sorry!” He said, panicking, thinking he hurt you. “I’m alright.” You straighten your back and Toshinori continues brushing. Soon enough your hair was soft and untangled. “Bath time now, y/n.” Toshi said with a smile as he helped you to your feet. What? Bath time? Your face turned hot, was he going to bathe you? “Come. We’ll bathe in my bathtub, it’s bigger.” He gently grabbed your hand and walked you to his bathroom. He wasn’t wrong, the tub was indeed huge. “We’ll be bathing together so I can make sure you’re completely clean.” He stated as he started the water. “W-what? I don’t want to!” You shouted. “Darling, you have to. You’ll have to or I’ll make you. I just want the best for you.” His tone changed, he sounded a bit more aggressive. It was truly terrifying, the way he towered over you, scowling. “I’m sorry.” You said in a hushed tone as you removed all of your clothes. “Now step into the water, I’ll be right behind you.” You gulped and dipped your foot in the water, it was hotter than your liking but you put up with it, sitting down in the tub.

Toshinori followed, sitting right behind you so your back was pressed against his chest. He grabbed a small cup and started pouring water onto the top of your head, wetting your hair. When your hair was completely drenched he set the cup down and started scrubbing shampoo into your scalp. It felt nice feeling his fingers lightly scratching your greasy scalp as he cleaned it for you. “Your hair is so pretty, I hope you’ll let me take good care of it.” You nodded, not wanting to upset him. You could feel his smile even while you were facing forwards.

After all the shampoo was washed out it was time to clean your skin. He rubbed a bar of soap between his hands and started rubbing the bubbles on your shoulders and upper back. You both sat in silence as he did this, continually rubbing back and forth. Toshi’s hands slowly crept down your chest as he grabbed your breasts, covering them in soap. Your breath hitched, what was he doing? You were too scared to move, too scared to do anything as the hero toyed with your breasts. You could feel an erection forming against your ass. Toshi rested his head in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. His hands then slipped into the water, cleaning the soap off of them. He splashed water onto your tits and then firmly grabbed them again.

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Toshinori’s eyes being drawn Like That is peak character design tbh

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that's the sickest Dio pose I've seen so far

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All Might is not written enough in fanfics so I’m happy I found your account! Maybe a yandere all might oneshot with a darling who has severe depression?

Title: Will you be here? 

Pairing: All Might x reader (I believe they are gender neutral)

WARNINGS: Depression, suicide mentioning, attempted suicide, possessiveness, manipulation tactics, very minor aggressive behaviors (holding you down).

NSFW considering the topic is about depression

The day All Might met you, you were a humble, kind-hearted person that struck to him that he belonged to you, as you belonged to him. Due to his career and paranoia, All MIght would go to excess depths to see you in different costumes, or texted you, often failing because of a need to see you and talk to you in order to raise his chances of being accepted as your boyfriend. You've talked, you guys gifted things to each other, it became a routine until you become official. Only then did he become more...possessive.

Every time you told him you were going out with your friends and co-workers, he would be upset. Anytime you were on dates and you were receiving texts from the group chats with your friends and a separate one with your parents, he would be upset. You found yourself getting more confused each time he would be silent around you, but you were more direct in solving his silent disapproval.

 "Honey...don't you see, I want to see you okay, I want to see you relax, but you keep getting pressured to respond. I don't want to be the one controlling you, but I just care about you honey."

 The more you attempt to reason with him, the more he switches it back on you.

 So you started texting less, you started going out less, and you even started appreciating All Might's company, even depending on him as your social life decreased. Weeks passed by and you started feeling...empty.

 You tried to talk to your friends, but they would always end up abruptly as All Might gently removed the device from your hands, holding one of your hands and placing a kiss on them, "Relax my darling, you're beginning to have bags under your eyes from all the time you spend on your phone..."

 You tried to argue back. "All Might...I rarely spend my time on the screen, I'm sleeping more, but I feel more tired...I need help." Your voice was soft, yet pleading. You were trying to get him to take you to the hospital, but he never budged. He would take your hand in his, so delicately that he raised it to his lips like a trophy, "Darling, it is your phone screen. The brightness causes acceleration of eye dryness, that is why my good friend Eraser-head refuses to use any phones-"

 "But All-"

 "But nothing, you need to rest, here I'll even help you. I sometimes have trouble sleeping at night, so I take a pill per night. Do you want to take one?" He asked softly, brushing his hand through your hand as gently as a hairbrush.

 He was being nice to you, so considerate while you were against everything he said, you knew yourself...right?

 Seeing you distraught and your health declining made him worried. He thought it was your parents and friends stressing you out, advising you to take a small break, to go out with them, at one point one of your friends mentioned how controlling All Might was to you. That struck a cord with him. He's not controlling you, you haven't adapted to your new lifestyle and it's okay: it would take a while before you get used to it. But of course you never read those messages because he is the one reading those messages and deleting the ones that would confuse you. He didn't want you to get mixed up with their brainwashing, so it was going to be easier for him to take care of you.

 And so despite his bright, optimistic-inducing smile, All Might had struggled to help out his darling.

 He was confused, sad, even mad at himself for not being able to bring back his darling's usual self, often forcing himself to be locked inside his room and his thoughts criminalizing his inability to make you happy.

 At this point, you were at your absolute worst state.

 You were in your bed, wearing the same pajamas you wore for the past week, often pulling up the blankets over your head as shame rode over you every time All Might would come in. Your condition was bad, terrible enough that All Might would have to come into the room with two buckets of hot and cold water, an empty bucket, and the trays -one filled with dry washcloths and the other empty- to give you a nice experience for a bed bath until you became irritated at him for coming into the room. All Might was desperate, desperate enough that every morning when he prepared breakfast, your meals were now different flavored smoothies, and with his strength, he would hold you down and force you to eat. It took a few months before you reluctantly cooperated in drinking your smoothies, often the easiest and most efficient way would be sucking from a straw.

 You remember one time when he sat on the king-size bed, his back turned to you as he held the smoothie on his side with the straw pointed at you- as he muttered under his breath, "I'm so tired..."

 That quote hit difficult to your chords besides your current depression, only getting worse after. You'd cry yourself to sleep, often muffling your sobs as he walked passed by your room. You felt more guilty for wasting his time, more ashamed for being stuck to your bed, but it was hard. Your body felt dead- weight, and the only thing you could move with little effort was your head. You sometimes wondered it was best for you to pass on so All Might was no longer tired.

 You would keep an eye on the straw, having images of stabbing yourself with the straw, or causing an altercation that would cause him to hurt you easily, dying sooner. Leaving seemed so hard, while dying was the closest thing to your wants: no...it had become a need.

 You grunted as you sat up, noticing some red spots on your skin, well of course...ulcers were beginning to form from the constant sheet rubbing and you remaining in the same position for days.

 You waited and waited, for once hopeful of something occurring. A few bones popped as you turn your head, your arms trembled as you propped them below you as you scan your room, trying to find easier ways, but to no avail you saw your room as bare as the house itself.

 Next morning rolled by, and you recognized the volume of his steps; he was coming to give you your smoothie.

 He entered, greeted you, and sat by you, setting the glass at an angle to suck the straw.

 You sucked a couple times before raising your head slightly, keeping an eye on him to not suspect you. You managed not to hit the glass only for him to turn his head to you with a emotionless expression. Your eyes widen in panic mode, your body completely tensed up as he caught you in the act, of what? He doesn't know.

 Then you guided your eyes ahead of you and that's when a gasp got caught in your throat. The reflection of the glass door. That's why his back was always turned on you, because you got irritated at him and he needed to look at you, so he did, through the glass.

 Your lips parted slightly that the straw dropped back into the smoothie and you turned back to All Might, who was smiling ever so slightly, "You're getting better?" He asked elated, even raising his hand to pet your hair, twirling the oily hair between his fingers, "You don't know how joyful I am to see some progress, but what was the reason for taking out the straw?" He pondered, his eyes averting yours for a moment to stare at a wall.

 Quickly, you came up with a lie, "I just...wanted to play a game."

 His eyes lightened up so much he grinned, "Games? You want to play a game? I have many board games, I don't know about video games, but I know someone who might." He almost shouted with excitement. He was....excited to see the minimalist thing he interpreted as a playful behavior. You felt even worse as you thought of killing yourself not even a minute ago, but planning to.

 Your eyes teared up and you sob, All Might immediately became concerned, "Darling?..."

 "All Might...I wanted to...I wanted to leave by any means..." you implied, you made the easiest gesture by running your finger vertically on the wrist, "I was exhausted, I became so tired that I didn't want to bug you whatsoever." You sobbed into your hands, letting out a desperate cry.

 All Might couldn't believe what he saw and heard. You wanted to leave...because you thought you were bugging him?

 He leaned closed and rubbed your arms gently, comfortingly, "Darling, you wanted to kill yourself because you thought you were bothering me? You would never bother me...when did I ever say such a thing?" He questioned, sitting next to you.

 "You said one time...you said you were tired." you explained, the haunting memory repeating itself over and over, constantly reminding you the bother you had become.

 "I was tired?...I was literally tired, darling. I came home late, I was rushing to feed you and I got tired. I will never be tired of you, I want you to feel better. You give me the strength I need to go out there, to make a life for us. Just like you were there for me, I need to be here for you. You are not well, so I will take every means to care for you." He wrapped one arm around you before pulling you closer to him gently, leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head. You tensed slightly as your hair was not washed, and you felt ashamed of yourself of your poor hygiene, "Even...even when I'm like this?..."

 "When you are capable of taking a shower, I assume you will. I know you will get better, I know that even the smallest progress you make me so proud. I will never lose hope, and I will continue to be by your side. Because I am always here." He mumbled as he trailed kisses down the side of your face lovingly, his embrace clear as he swayed you two gently.

 By the end of the session, you smiled against his chest, feeling relieved and happy, feeling way better than what the last couple weeks were. He did keep you safe, he was here when you needed him the most, and he was going to be here when you made the smallest progress. You couldn't be any happier.

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Yandere! All Might x Eagle quirk! reader

words: 5000+

Warning ⚠️

YANDERE, Mentions of PTSD, Mentions of depression, drugging, mentions of suicide attempts, prescription pills.

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Being the number 1 hero in the United States was a tough responsibility, you knew that. But this...? Well damn... this was harder!

Okay, so maybe being the mascot of all 50 states wasn't as hard as being the number 1 hero of those states, but it was still really hard! Having to communicate with everyone with a big ass smile on your face was hard enough. Add being a hero to that mix, and you're practically on your toes 24/7!

And before you ask, no. You are not the number 1 hero of the United States.

You are actually the 5th.

You weren't the strongest hero out there, being more of a rescue hero than a full on fighter. I mean, you have fought your fair-share of villains... but it isn't enough to get you even into the top 3.

So why are you more iconic than the number 1 hero, Captain Celebrity?

The answer.

Your quirk.

Oh god... you fucking love your quirk... but god damn.

Let me just start by saying that your quirk is hard to manage appearance-wise.

You had to make sure every single feather on you was perfect and clean, your wings held high and proud, and your talons sharp and shiny.

Your quirk was eagle. A mutant quirk that gave you feathers and wings.

While your body is mostly human shaped and (thank fucking god or gods) you didn't have a beak, your quirk still made you into a mutant bald eagle.

There were a lot of upsides to your quirk, though.

You could fly, see better than any human, fight with your talons, keep warm, and look freaking awesome while doing all of the above!

...but it's pretty damn hard to write with your scaley fingers.

You could keep complaining more and more about the blessing and curse that is your quirk... but that's not what we're really interested in...

Is it?

No. You would like to know the story of how you and All Might met and what happened between the two of you... well... let's start by talking about how the two of you met...

It was the year xxxx, 2 years after you first debut as a hero.

By then, you weren't an American icon yet. But you were starting to climb ranks. In your first year of being a hero, you mostly fought against villains, nearly escaped with your life after one scarred your leg. The second year was when you began focusing on rescue missions instead of outright fighting.

You were starting to get into the style of things, finding your place in the hero society when you met him.

He was a rookie at the time. An attractive one, but a rookie.

He seemed so bright eyed and bushy-tailed with those two unintentionally adorable tufts of blonde hair sticking up like bunny ears.

The rookie was a bit messy when dealing with the villain, a mere thief, nearly injuring the man before you decided to swoop in and save the villain.

"What are you doing!?" The blonde yelled in shock after narrowly missing your head with a punch that would have definitely given you a concussion.

"Saving this man from getting anymore injuries and saving you from getting sued!" You snapped back at him while snapping the quirk canceling cuffs in place.

The villain was in a daze as the cops came in and took him away while you placed your clawed hands on your wide, feathery hips.

You glared at the rookie, who cocked a bushy eyebrow at you, earning an eye roll from you.

"Look, I get that you're new, but hurting thieves without a reason will get you in a butt load of trouble." You scolded him like a disappointed mother.

Before he could get a word in, you took to the skies.

The next time the two of you met in person was a few months later when you and him were assigned on a mission together with another man named David Shield.

At first, you and the blonde rookie didn't really get along and were kinda getting on each other's nerves. But you two dealt with each other throughout the mission, with him tackling the villains and you saving the hostages.

After nagging at the guy for being too rough with the villains than what was necessary and getting a few annoyed responses from him, you thought that would be the end of it.

No.

No it wasn't.

Since that day, the American heroes association thought that you and him worked together so well and the public found both of you endearing that you both were assigned to more missions together.

As you both hang around each other more and more, the two of you went from 'hating' each other's guts to two bickering friends.

The rookie soon started to rise more in popularity with you following not far behind thanks to his strength and his personality. The blonde hero, who you then called All Might, started to change his ways of dealing with villains, making sure to hold back more.

You started training with the guy, getting more toned than before and lasting longer in fights.

In a way, you both learned something from each other and built off of those lessons.

Even as the years passed, you both still had this rivalry that was both playful and... not so playful. A rivalry that many had picked up on.

Much to your dismay, people started spreading rumors. They were innocent, bordering on being super fucking cute to many, but was a thorn to your side.

Soon, you couldn't even be seen with All Might without somebody asking the two of you if you were a couple.

"No." You would say in a deadpanned, which would earn you a smirk and a side glance from the tall blonde.

The rumors began escalating and it got to the point where you couldn't search your own name up without there being All Might and you being mentioned, even some fanfictions!

"—I mean, seriously! I find it really weird that people would ship REAL people together! It's really fucking absurd!" You ranted, not noticing the small smile on the blonde's face as he watched you wave your hands around dramatically.

"Uh-huh, and why are you searching these 'fanfictions' up to begin with?" He said in a teasing tone, earning a nasty look from you.

"I was searching my own name up and it was the first damn thing I saw."

"Are you really that full of yourself to search up your own name?"

"Oh shut up, asshole, I'm not the one yelling 'I AM HERE' like an attention whore." You snapped before sipping your hot pumpkin spice latte.

David rolled his eyes for the 3rd time that day when you both bickered back and forth for the 5th time that SAME DAY. David let his head fall on the table next to his half finished coffee.

All Might took a moment to slurp his Frappuccino loudly while you got a few words in before he could speak again.

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the taste of my limited edition unicorn Frappuccino." He smiled a smug smile, making you more irritated.

"Stop drinking your gay-ass Frappuccino then, fairy princess." You said with a deep and serious frown.

The blonde couldn't stop the laugh that forced its way out of his mouth and he threw his head back.

"I'm being fucking serious, fuck-face."

"That's why it's hilarious!"

He couldn't stop laughing and leaned over the table while slapping his knee. You grumbled and drank your latte with your eyes furrowed while staring out the window. David, who sat on the other side of Toshinori, lifted his head to look out the window as well, trying to ignore the looks you all got from other patrons in the coffee shop.

You were all wearing citizen clothing that hid your more popular features. Toshinori wore a hat that hid part of his face and his hair tufts and David wore a dark grey beanie on his head.

You were covered head to toe in different layers of clothing completely, making yourself look like you weigh more than you already do. Hiding your naturally large wings in your large, puffy jacket was really fucking tuff, so you had them hidden inside a large black backpack with holes cut in the bag to put your wings through. You had a beanie as well that was a light grey with a face mask that had a smile drawn on it and a pair of large, dark shades to hide a great portion of your face.

All in all, you looked stupid.

Did you care? No.

But All Might seemed to have a fucking BLAST with your appearance.

Pat your head and ruffled the beanie in a joking manner before getting his hand swiped at.

"Didn't they tell you not to touch animals?" You tried fixing your feathered hair while still keeping the feathers hidden from the people.

"I guess you're right. You could be holding different diseases under there." He shrugged before earning a sharp jab to the side from you.

You both kept going before David snapped at you two harshly. He never did do that, only playfully telling you both to just marry each other already, but this was different...

"Woah, David, are you oka-" Toshinori started before getting interrupted.

"I said hush." He snapped once more and held a finger up.

You grabbed Toshinori's arm, stopping him from responding. He looked back at you in confusion, slightly startled by your wide, panicked eyes as you held a finger over your face to shush him.

The coffee shop was silent before what sounded like thunder in the distance and a small earthquake. None of you could see what was causing it, but you could see the people running down the street, looking back to look at something before turning back to getting away.

But from your angle, you could see smoke. Dark, thick, and unforgiving.

"Move." You said and hopped over the table, knocking over each one of your drinks. Toshinori and David got up immediately as well, seeing you strip yourself of the layers of clothes that hid you.

You peaked out of the shop and saw a tower with smoke billowing out of it. Another explosion blew from the tower, creating a shockwave that sent many to their knees. You gripped the door and gritted your teeth before turning to look at Toshinori.

"We need to help these people!" You shouted before taking to the sky.

Towards the burning tower.

Toshinori panicked, yelling at you to wait before swearing to himself and taking action.

His hat flew away, revealing his two tufts of hair. He yelled back to his other friend, David, to call for help before focusing on both following you and running toward the fiery tower...

That day, he nearly lost you.

The villain that caused the explosions targeted you and slashed your face and was ready to strike again when All Might was there to block the man.

Unfortunately, the villain got away, leaving you two in the debris and becoming one of the most notorious American villains out there.

And soon, your arch-nemesis.

Since that day, you were obsessed with catching this man who nearly took your life and ended others. All Might too was on the look out for this evil man... but he was also looking out for you.

While you were too focused on catching that man, Toshinori was troubled. Not just because he nearly lost you that day, but also the fact that you were starting to withdraw from him and David more and more.

What made this worse was that he had to move back to Japan.

He lost touch with you that day and could only depend on David to update him on their friend's life and health conditions. But even then, he couldn't help but feel a pit inside his heart, boiling and festering whenever he thought of you and David getting close together while he was left out on the opposite side of the planet.

He tried to contact you through text messaging, only getting short responses every few days.

It pissed him off.

How could you just abandon the friendship you and him had? For some villain who... who...

That bastard.

Toshinori couldn't help but blame that... that man.

He killed people. He almost killed you... no, this was that bastard's fault, not yours.

You're only doing what anyone else would have done. Now that Toshinori thought about it... he too wanted to hunt that man down and rip him to pieces. And he would have done so... was he not half way across the world.

It took him by surprise. It nearly shook him to his core seeing it all over the news.

You finally caught him. That man who killed thousands and destroyed so many homes was finally captured.

He would have celebrated, attempt to call you, and then call David... until he saw what became of you.

Despite the shaky camera trying to catch whatever it was on live television behind a few cops blocking the cameraman, he could see you lying on a stretcher, getting loaded into an ambulance.

He could hear his phone ringing, from David, but he sat frozen solid in his chair.

His blood felt thick, heavy, and icy. Bile was at the back of his throat, hindering him from speaking.

Even as he hit answer on his phone, he was unable to speak...

A month passed and he kept getting updates on your condition from David. The teachers around him knew of the event and the fact that he cared for you deeply and allowed him to do what he needed to calm down.

News started to spread about a new teacher coming to work at the school, and he couldn't find himself to care so much.

That is, until he heard the name.

Your name.

He begged Hizashi to repeat the news, to which he agreed, a little freaked out from Toshinori's unusually frantic actions. After confirming what he knew he heard, he excused himself to call you, this time not relenting after a few missed calls.

It was on the fifth call when you finally picked up. Your voice was scratchy and worn out as though you haven't used it in a long time. At first you were annoyed, not knowing who called you five times and not looking at the contact info as you hit answer.

But then he spoke.

Your friend was frantic, worry, anger, and relief evident in his voice.

"Why didn't you tell me you were awake? And why didn't you tell me you were coming to Japan!?" He kept rambling on and on about how worried he was and kept asking you different questions too quick for you to answer.

"...Yagi... I'm sorry." You couldn't bring yourself to say more.

You fucked up. You knew that. You finally caught the villain you had been chasing for so long and lost something important that day. No, you realized, you lost many things from your selfish drive to catch this man, you lost your friends, you lost a large chunk of your life hunting that dangerous man down.

And today?

You lost the one thing that got you your hero's license, that gained the attention of many, and blessed you with the ability to fly.

You winced when your amputated limb twitched. You couldn't even walk straight with one wing, seeing that kept you off balance without the other one.

"-/n), talk to me. Please."

Your voice cracked as you opened your mouth before you closed it.

"Toshi- Yagi. I don't- I mean I can't- I- I'm just sorry for everything."

The phone was silent for a moment before the voice at the other end spoke.

"When are you moving here."

You stayed silent for a moment, hesitating before answering.

"...on Wednesday. Next week."

"When you get here, we're going to talk. Just us. No one else."

"Yagi-"

"It's Toshinori. Call me Toshinori. Not Yagi, Not All Might. Toshinori, (Y/n)." He sounded almost desperate.

You rubbed a calloused hand over your face, almost nicking the bandage on your cheek with a talon before speaking into the phone.

"...Toshinori..." you grimaced when the name fell from your mouth. You felt as though you didn't deserve to say his first name so casually.

What else were you supposed to say? You didn't have anything except apologies, and even you felt that saying sorry would lose its meaning after repeating it so many times.

"Just tell me when you're here." He said before hanging up, leaving you in the silence.

All Might stood at the beach, staring blankly into the setting sun, which was about to disappear behind the horizon. His predecessor, Midoriya Izuku, stood silently beside him, awaiting the arrival of the bald eagle hero of America, or, well, RETIRED eagle hero.

He saw his teacher and father figure visibly gulp down a lump in his throat, shakily sighing as the sun finally disappeared, leaving a fiery orange sky that bled into a deeper blue.

"All Might... is everything okay?" The greenette asked cautiously, not wanting to make things more awkward than it already was.

"Hah... y-yes, ahem, young Midoriya..." he gave the boy a nervous smile.

That was a lie.

He was anything but okay.

Where the hell are you? Are you okay? God he can't take this anymore-

The sound of crunching sand caught both of their attention. Both turned to look at a figure in the distance, one wing visible.

The other one was missing.

The figure drew closer, seeming to slow down more and more before stopping completely, 10 feet away from the two.

There you stood, scarred and weary. You forced a small, empty smile at the tall, skinny man, stretching the (s/c) scar on your mouth as a result.

Your feathers have a more dull colors to them from stress, and yet you still looked beautiful. Even with the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep.

"Hi, princess. Long time, no see." You said.

He thought he could keep himself together when he would finally see you. He thought he could keep the emotions from flowing out of him like a tsunami.

Oh how wrong he was.

Midoriya was taken by surprise when All Might turned his body all the way towards you abruptly and stomped over to you. You were also taken off guard when the tall blonde wrapped his arms around you and held your head against his chest.

While processing the fact that your old friend was hugging you, the blonde man stared down at your back, tearing up at the sight of stub that was once your right wing. You could feel his tears drip onto you, even feeling one drop on your still healing and sensitive stub.

"Hey... Toshi..." you unconsciously held his side with the large scar, causing him to shudder.

"...I'm so sorry..." he almost whimpered.

Your stub twitched at his words and you sighed tiredly.

"Toshinori... don't apologize for it. I messed up badly, and I got away with my life..." you pushed away from him to look up at him, finding his sunken eyes locked into your golden ones.

"I'm alright now. I'm alive today, and I'm grateful for it." You forced a smile on your face, unable to hide the sadness in your eyes.

You would be lying if you said you weren't beating yourself up over you lost wing. Even now, you still haven't processed that you wouldn't be able to fly again.

You wouldn't be able to fly again.

You would never fly.

Never again.

Nev-

You shook those thoughts away and forced yourself back into the present with Toshinori, who was cupping your face in his hands and brushing away the tears that you didn't realize fell.

He stared at your face, taking in your disheveled appearance more and more.

You haven't washed your hair thoroughly, if at all, he noted. The bags under your eyes are darker than he first thought. Your eyes were so dull, so lifeless.

A throat was cleared behind him, clearly trying to get both of your attention.

He had a nasty feeling in his gut that made his head heat up and his teeth grit. He was ready to yell at whoever was trying to get his attention to fuck off before remembering that Midoriya was still there.

"Ah, young Midoriya, I'm sorry, we should speak another time, alright?" The man forced a gentle smile on his face when facing the boy.

Midoriya looked up at All Might in shock and glanced at you, who was trying desperately to wipe the tears out of your eyes.

Midoriya then understood.

"O-oh! Of course! I guess I'll see you tomorrow!" He said with a nervous smile before leaving you both.

That night, you and All Might went to his home. You both had caught up on each other's lives, reminiscing the times you two fought together and against each other.

It broke Toshinori's heart when you couldn't spend anymore time with him that night.

But it completely shattered when he saw you attempt to fly away, only to remember the lack of a right wing.

"Oh yeah..." you muttered to yourself, voice completely tired and broken.

The next day, you acted as if you never lost your ability to fly.

Your hair was brushed perfectly and was washed thoroughly. Your feathers were groomed a bit and you had a lazy smirk on your face. Your feathers and eyes were still dull, but it was better than yesterday.

You were the new substitute teacher for both 1A and 1B, and you've made a pretty good impression on the students and teachers.

"Hey miss, how old are you?" Mineta asked before getting slapped on the head by a tongue that belonged to Asui.

"My age..." you pondered a bit before snapping your fingers.

"Oh yeah. 52." You said.

The entire class nearly blanched at this, especially the grape-haired kid.

"WHAT!?"

You chuckled at the class's reaction, unaware of the blue eyes locked onto your form from outside the class.

At first, Toshinori would occasionally watch you from a distance, simply admiring your large left wing that hugged your back and fluttered whenever you found yourself leaning too far on your left.

At night, it would be just you and him at his house, drinking and laughing as well as comforting one another. And during the day, you both would chat all the while helping the students with homework and training.

He would notice that day by day, the bags under your eyes were slowly disappearing as you the classes and teachers grew on you and vise versa.

You were less withdrawn, and it seemed as though you were getting better.

But then it all fell apart when a fight was started between Bakugou and Todoroki.

You were always cautious when around those two (especially Bakugou) because of their quirks having to do with explosions and fires...

It wasn't because you were paranoid or anything (you hoped), it was just that... well...

Let's just say you didn't any good experiences when it came to fire...

Since you were the only one around to stop the two at the time, you decided to get between the two, forcing away any hesitation and fear you might have had of getting burned.

As you did so, Bakugou wasn't paying attention and was taken off guard, accidentally letting off a small explosion near your amputated wing.

You felt the heat and sparks lick the scarred flesh, and that was all it took to snap.

You suddenly knocked him to the ground harshly, pinning him to the tiled floor with your talons digging into his uniform.

Your feathers were raised and puffed out, hair disheveled and gold eyes wild. Your one wing was raised and covering the ceiling light from Bakugou's point of view.

"(L/N)!!!" A voice yelled out to you.

You didn't respond while standing frozen over the blonde kid, staring into his wide red eyes as if in a trance. Even after All Might pulled you away from the kid did you not respond.

Aizawa pulled Bakugou up, checking on the oddly silent Bakugou and turned to yell at you before your trance-like state.

"All Might, bring her to recovery girl and stay with her." He said before shooing away the remaining students, who were all asking what happened.

After that day, you were back to square one.

You barely looked at anyone, only staring at the walls when talking to them or answering their questions.

All Might saw the bags under your eyes start to return and your feathers dull in color once more. While your appearance was still kept up, All Might could tell something was gnawing at you mentally.

You would frequent his home less and less, and he was starting to worry more and more.

What really killed him was seeing you in your own apartment, holding a hand full of pills, ready to swallow them all at once. He was ready to smash through your bedroom window and slap those pills away... but he didn't.

He just watched you stare at them before pouring them all back into the pill bottle.

He knew time was running out as you started withdrawing more and more from him and the others, so he made a decision that would change his and your life...

You walked beside your friend while he led you to his home, which was in a more quiet, isolated area near Musutafu.

Perhaps this is your last night, you thought.

You would drink with Toshinori for last time and then head home to finish what you hadn't started...

But... what about those kids...? Wouldn't this affect them in terrible ways?

...maybe, but you did attack that poor boy, Bakugou.

Face it. You would do more harm to those kids if you were alive. If you simply disappeared, those kids and Toshinori would live better lives—

"(Y/n)."

You snapped your head up to look at Toshinori, who stared at you with an unreadable expression. You realized that you both were standing outside Toshinori's large home and saw that he was holding the door for you.

You got inside, nearly tipping over from your left wing before two hands grabbed your hips, balancing you. You turned to see Toshinori with a concerned expression and forced a smile on your face.

"Thanks, Tosh~" you said and walked forward, noticing that his hands lingered on you for longer than what was needed.

You brushed it off and walked towards his large living room, yawning. You plopped down on the couch and closed your eyes, listening to Toshinori as he shifted through the house and disappeared around a corner for a while before returning with two wine glasses.

You didn't open your eyes, nearly falling asleep on the couch sitting up before feeling a hand shake your shoulder.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me yet, bird brain." Toshinori said in a joking tone. You tiredly smirked at him and took the wine glass from his boney hand.

"Sorry, long day." You said and downed the drink before sighing. Your stub of a right wing rubbed uncomfortably against the back of the sofa and you shifted to lay on your side.

"...fucking stub..." you muttered when it still felt uncomfortable.

A hand gently pulled you into something, realizing it to be Toshinori and felt him trace the underside of your left wing.

"Since when did you get so bold?" You said before yawning.

The man said nothing, opting to just keep tracing your wing. He left his drink untouched and kept rubbing your spine and left wing.

You didn't notice that you were growing weaker and weaker at a faster pace than usual, simply believing it to be your usual tiredness.

Your plans for tonight slipped your mind and you allowed the embrace of sleep to take you, unaware of your surroundings...

You were too tired to open your own eyes, let alone think properly. You couldn't process the fact that the door opened and that heavy foot steps soon followed after.

You could feel something wet and cold rub in a circular pattern against where your stub was, leaving it when you flinched and shivered unconsciously.

Your head was pounding so damn hard when you gained more consciousness, still unaware of the fact that you weren't in your own home.

The cold touch came back to your stub, rubbing it more gently than before. You groaned quietly, wiggling the tips of your fingers weakly before a voice broke the silence.

"(Y/n)?"

You were barely able to recognize the voice, whispering his name before scrunching your face up in pain from what felt like a migraine. The voice quietly comforted you before you heard what sounded like a cap being screwed back on a container gently.

Toshinori places the scar cream on the night stand next to the bed and gently rubbed you between the shoulder blades with his large, boney hand.

"Here, your head probably hurts." He said and grabbed a pill bottle from the same night stand and took a single pill into one hand while pocketing the rest.

He turned you and pulled you onto his lap, earning a groan from you and held you against his shoulder.

"Are you awake, hon?" He said, earning a quiet 'yes.'

You felt a hand brush away some of your feathered hair that laid against your cheek.

"Open your mouth, don't chew." Toshinori instructed.

You complied, opening your mouth a bit to let him place the pill inside and grab the glass of water that waited for you. He was careful when holding the glass of water, making sure you didn't drink too much all at once.

The cool drink was like ice against your hot, dry throat and you weakly grabbed the glass, tugging at it so you could drink it yourself.

Toshinori felt a smile tug at his mouth when watching your pained expression relax.

He knew that soon, the peace wouldn't last due to the fact that he was keeping you captive in his own home.

Soon, you would be able to think clearly enough to realize that you were chained by the foot.

But that's okay.

He knows what he's doing, and he'll keep you safe.

From the world.

And from yourself.

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