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Toshinori Yagi NSFW Headcanons
NSFW. GN!reader. Sub!Toshinori. SoftDom!reader
Toshi is a sucker for good old fashioned romance. He wants to take things slow, enjoying the adventure of falling for you, and treating you like you deserve to be treated.
Oh he absolutely wanted to kiss you on the first date. He wanted it all. But he held back, savoring the butterflies and the tension until at least the third.
But you'll never doubt he's smitten. He blushes A LOT when you talk. His hands are practically fused to yours the entire date. He's so interested in you and your life, even if it isn't as eventful as his.
He's very loving and gentlemanly.
The first kiss is chaste and somewhat reserved, but his heart almost jumps out of his chest at the touch of your lips.
Praise is pretty much lost on him. He's spent his entire career as a pro-hero being told how amazing he is. It sits on his surface, never fully sinking in. But your actions; the way you smile at him, the warmth in your embrace after he walks you to your doorstep and says goodnight, those things mean everything.
When you text him to say you're thinking about him, he screenshots it (Midoria taught him how) and saves it to a folder on his phone named for you.
He sends you encouraging messages throughout the day.
Never forget! You make the world brighter! Toshinori x
You're so amazing! I can't wait to see you again! Toshinori <3 x
You make me :) With love, Toshinori x
And when your relationship becomes more physical... gee whizz
Every kiss makes him feel like he's flying. Like he's invincible.
You share several looooong makeout sessions before he even attempts to touch your bare skin.
Even then it's just his fingertips beneath your shirt, touching your stomach. And it overwhelms him. He has to stop and rest his forehead against yours and just breathe.
He is the gentlest kisser. Sometimes too gentle. You have to encourage him to be a little more forceful.
As a hero, there have been no shortage of people touching his body; adoring fans squeezing his biceps for pictures, people kissing him without asking first, hands darting out of crowds to touch his abs. Sometimes he feels numb to physical touch.
But the emotional connection between you two is what really turns him on.
That's what makes your touches and kisses really pleasurable.
He's very very sensitive when he's aroused. He gets goosebumps all along his thighs and the backs of his arms.
He leans toward being a service sub. He'll do anything to please you. You have to practically tie him down if you want to pleasure him.
And believe me, you do want that. He's so responsive, so grateful, so overwhelmed by every caress and kiss.
He thanks you constantly.
For a long time he was self conscious of his smaller body, but you make him feel like he's even more of a stud than he was in his prime.
He has very sensitive hips and turns to mush when you kiss them. Just be careful of his wounded side.
Handing you the reins to his pleasure, submitting to you while you dote on him and lavish him with affection brings him a sense of relief.
No one is relying on him, he had no duties, no calling, no quirk, no stress, no fighting. Just you and him, and those wonderful feelings he could happily drown in.
His work as an orator, inspiring generations of new heroes seems a distant memory when all he can manage are choked groans and the occasional "oh jeez... oh... oh wow..."
He makes such a good pillow prince once you convince him to just lie there and enjoy it.
All that fluffy golden hair spread across the pillow, his big, strong hands covering his eyes when it all becomes too much (don't stop!)
He LOVES going down on you. He loves how good it makes you feel.
Please sit on his face. He loves that especially. And it isn't strenuous on his injuries. In fact any position which has you on top is perfect for him.
He loves the view when you ride him. One time in the throes of ecstasy he moaned "oh you look like an angel" as you bounced on his cock. Adorable dork.
It can sometimes take a while for him to get hard even if he's turned on. And it sometimes takes a while for him to cum.
But your patience is rewarded by his beautiful, breathy cries of bliss, followed by the most adorable "oh wow!" or "Jeeez..."
And when you're done, he absolutely lavishes you in aftercare. It doesn't matter that you're his dom, he'll insist on bringing you water and a warm washcloth, he'll rub your aching muscles and tell you how amazing you are.
You take care of each other.
Afterwards, he wants to cuddle; those gangly limbs wrapped around you while you stroke his hair and kiss his brow.
Oh you make his heart glow.
Toshi's just such a loved-up dork for you.
Being adored never felt so good.
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l13 · 9 months
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I just saw someone ask if you write for MHA. And girlie. Holy fuck. All Might, like the man is built as fuck but also kind of a loser. If you get my drift? Like yeah he’s this awesome hero, but the man is old, alone and kinda a dork.
I wanna be the young thing that saunters into his life and rides him until he’s begging me to stop. Wanna take lunch to him at work, all cute and lovey and wifey, then lean in to let him know I’m not wearing panties but I do have a vibrator. That man would explode, in more ways than one, and be a constant blushing awkward mess.
Thoughts?
this is exactly how i picture all might as well PLSSS. we can share him and then he could have 2 controversial young gfs<33
so sorry that this doesn't contain any actual smut tho:C
CW: NSFW 18+, MDNI!!!, f!reader, age gap, lazy ass writing, not proofread
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He's a dilf but he's the touch-starved kind, the 'i haven't fucked someone in a LONG time' type, the one that you'll make a pussy enthusiast in just a couple of weeks, type<3
'cause at first he'd be reluctant y'know. Not only were you younger, but you were soooo out of his league (or so he thought). The prettiest thing he'd ever seen, really. And when you bluntly told him that you're interested in getting to know him better, he'd frowned a bit. He wanted to outright laugh at your words, but he didn't want to seem rude.
Poor man thought you were making fun of him so he tried to let you down gently, saying smth like “If it weren't for the age gap..” “You'll find someone younger, someone better, I'm sure.” and you'd faltered, apologizing for bothering him and scurrying off, embarrassed that you'd misjudged the situation
but then you kept running into him at your favorite coffee shop, politely engaging in small talk every time, and one day you didn't fail to notice how his gaze on you, lingered. How his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, down to your cleavage, and back up again. It was so quick that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you but then he cleared his throat hurriedly, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement, and you knew.
“Say.. y'wanna sit with me for a bit?" second time's the charm right?
You watched as his eyes widened slightly, “Well, I was- I'm actually busy right now-”
“Just twenty minutes, I promise,”
And Yagi quickly realized that he couldn't say no to you. So he gave a small nod, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly, “Twenty minutes,”
He never in his life thought he was going to be put in this situation, and looking back at it, he'd never be able to prevent it anyway. Because just after 10 minutes of you sitting and laughing at his stupid jokes, he'd felt a nudge just under his knee, and he'd pulled his leg back instinctively, not being able to drag his gaze from the way your eyebrows furrowed prettily, “What's wrong?”
He shook his head, chuckling at his pathetic behavior “It's-” but then as he glanced under the table he saw your bare foot, save for the white stockings you wore, inching closer to his shin, and he snapped his eyes to yours, a shiver running down his back when he saw the look in your eyes- the mock concern masking the devilish glint quite well. “..nothing. Nothing's wrong I-” he trailed off as he felt your foot trailing up higher and Jesus Christ- when did you even take off your shoes?
Yagi let out another strained chuckle, looking around the small cafe, when he felt your foot on his plush thigh, making him jump. His hand shot down to grasp your foot reflexively, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with you again. “What do you think you're doing?” he'd leaned a bit over the table to whisper to you, and you did the same, your head lazily resting on the palm of your hand as you pouted, “Let go of me, Yagi.”
He did as he was told immediately, and a part of him felt guilty, even when he'd done nothing wrong. “I'm sorry- but I just-”
Of course you shouldn't have let her go, you idiot. Did you think she was just gonna stop? He chides himself in his head because he can't do anything else. Because the foot that's pressing against his hard cock is clouding his judgement and he can't think of something to do.
A grunt escapes him when you rub him slightly over his dress pants, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, eyes still locked on yours. “You planned this didn't you?” you smile at that, your pretty lips closing around the straw of your drink as you take a sip, your foot pressing against his bulge harder.
Your gaze was trained on his hand, the one that was clutching the table with all its might (haha, get it), and you followed along the veins of his hand, up his forearms, to the point where they got lost under his shirt, the sleeves rolled up at his elbows. You licked your lips as you ran your eyes over his arms next, eyes hooded at the way the material of his shirt hugged his taut muscles. Finally, you looked up at him, enjoying the droplet of sweat falling down his temple, “I don't know what you mean,”
And Yagi knew he was fucked.
❥ months later ->
You saunter over to Yagi’s office, pretty summer dress swirling as you walk, Yagi's lunch packed with a cute little bow on top, in hand. You knock on his door, not waiting for him to answer before you’re pulling the door open, walking in and pushing it closed behind you. Yagi’s eyes snap to your figure, one eyebrow raised, his gaze immediately softening once he realizes who you are, “Princess? What are you doing here?” 
You grin at him giddily, walking closer to his desk as he takes off his glasses running a hand down his face before he’s looking up at you with tired eyes- the corner of his lips quirking up despite his exhaustion.
“Brought you lunch-” his heart swells in his chest, pushing his chair back as he stands and walks around the table to stand in front of you, bending down to give your lips the softest kiss, his hand caressing your cheek. “You didn’t have to, pretty.”
“I wanted to. Besides, I missed you so much Toshi,” he coos down at your words and plants another kiss on your forehead, “I know sweetie, ‘m gonna be home in a few hours, yeah? Then I’ll be all yours,”
“But I need you, now.” you pout, hands coming up to rest on his pecs, fingers sliding under the collar of his shirt to play with his blond chest hairs, and you bite back a smile at the tiniest shiver he gives. “Sweetheart..” before he can say anything else you’re clutching his hand and pulling him with you, pushing him back to sit on his office chair again, and he’s looking up at you, bewildered.
Then you’re trailing a hand from your thigh up to your belly, only you’re slowly lifting your dress as you go. His jaw goes slack once his eyes are met with your bare, glistening pussy, his neck turning red. You whimper, circling your hips around nothing, dropping your other hand to rub two fingers aaall over your folds, gathering up your slick on your fingers. “See? Told you I need you,”
And Yagi can't complain when you push your wet fingers in his mouth, his moan getting muffled as he stares at you with half lidded eyes, his already hard cock twitching at the sight of you, all pretty and ready for him<3
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jellyfishandry · 3 months
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W/ a drop-dead gorgeous s/o
(^ From this post)
Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi
CW: gn or fem reader, reader is described as sweet + other things, you're married to Shota cause I said so, insecurities, slight Toshi angst, giving them flowers, uhh lmk if I missed anything
A/N: This kind of thing is like my favorite thing to write. Also I couldn't resist adding a ship dynamic picture for Toshi's. (Tags: @nnnyxie, @bingewatchintilldawn)
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Shota Aizawa
No one knows how he managed to catch your attention. He had a messy appearance, and he could be harsh at times. But you were absolutely stunning. Not to mention you were incredibly polite and sweet. The first time you met his class, almost everyone was shocked. You had probably brought him flowers after the USJ attack to hopefully cheer him up. Just about everyone knew he was married, as he wore a ring, but they did not expect someone so utterly gorgeous and kind to be his partner Hizashi and Nemuri were the only ones you had met, as they had gone to your guys' wedding. But his students are a bit flabbergasted, and are mainly the ones who don’t understand why you married him. But it doesn’t mean they don’t like you, in fact, they love it when you drop by. Mainly because you’re just nice, but also because Shota relaxes more around you, and they have a lower chance of being scolded…  Or higher, depending on how you look at it But Shota is very thankful that you don’t mind the way he looks.  He was initially surprised when he found out you liked him, but he quickly accepted it. Though he will admit he was slightly skeptical at first, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. But you truly just loved him for who he was. And he did eventually understand that you just had pure, innocent intentions.
Toshinori Yagi
He himself has no idea how he pulled you. He doesn’t have a great self image, so he doesn’t understand why you of all people would be interested in him. At the start of your relationship (also when he was crushing) he could barely breathe around you. And early in your relationship people warned him that you might be using him, or something like that, and using your attractiveness to your advantage. He tells them that he knows you would never do that, and he’s correct. It just might take some time for other people to see that. But as your relationship progressed, he became less flustered around you. He’ll occasionally have doubts, and say stuff like “You should be dating someone who still has their life ahead of them.” He was at the point where he was having a hard time comprehending how he could keep living without saving people But you reassure him that he’s the one you want, and that nothing is going to change that After he fought AFO, you brought him some flowers to put on his desk. But you wanted to surprise him, so you didn’t tell him you were coming So when you’re directed to the teachers lounge, there’s some awkward silence before he stands up and goes towards you. “You brought me flowers.?”  He seriously didn’t expect you to get him anything, much less a bouquet of flowers  He’s very grateful for the flowers, and he’ll keep them and then press them when they dry out (they’re sunflowers.) He wants to kiss you, but he feels that doing it in front of the other staff members (specifically Present Mic) wouldn’t be the best idea. And out of the students, Izuku is the first to find out, as he’s known Toshinori the longest.  You probably end up calling him when he’s training him, and Izuku is able to tell reasonably quickly that whoever he’s talking to is very special to him. But he ends up meeting you when the other students do.  And when you are introduced to them, you both receive a lot of questions. But in the end everyone likes having you around, and Toshinori is thankful for you and loves you very much.
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This is the vibe you and Toshi give off
(The tweet is not mine)
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jophiel-extras · 1 month
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summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet
warning :: nsfw
note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open
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A = Aftercare
Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.
B = Body part
He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.
C = Cum
He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.
D = Dirty secret
He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.
E = Experience
He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.
F = Favorite position
Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.
G = Goofy
Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.
H = Hair
The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.
I = Intimacy
He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.
J = Jack off
Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.
K = Kink
Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.
L = Location
The bedroom. He’s a private man.
M = Motivation
He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.
N = No
Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.
O = Oral
Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.
P = Pace
Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.
Q = Quickie
Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.
R = Risk
Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.
S = Stamina
Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.
T = Toys
He’s not a massive fan.
U = Unfair
Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.
V = Volume
Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.
W = Wild card
Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.
X = X-ray
Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.
Y = Yearning
If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.
Z = Zzz
He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.
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The trouble with liking older men
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♋AN: It's a new year which means more AM smut
♋Warning: All Might x Younger Fem Reader (she's in her 20s), age gap, age difference, daddy kink, explicit smut, and rough sex. Read at your own discretion.
♋Summary: You met your idol for the first time in your life. There was no way you were gonna let this chance slip out of your hands.
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It all started when she was out on patrol with Fatgum. She was his loyal sidekick for a couple of years now. Technically she still counted as a rookie and had learned so much under the tutelage of Fatgum. 
Imagine her surprise when a routine patrol of Fatgum’s favorite family restaurants ended up with a standoff against villains plus with All Might of all people coming to help.
“That was good work,” Fatgum managed with his mouth full of food. “Want some?” The rotund yellow hero held out a skewer of yakitori to All Might.
The symbol of peace shook his head demurely. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer.”
Fatgum shrugged and shoved the skewer into his mouth before taking it out, stripped of all the meat, and with ease chucked the empty skewer into a nearby trashcan.
“E-excuse me,” Y/N called from behind Fatgum.
“Oh, there you are, Y/N-chan. Where’d you go?” he said as he turned around to see Y/N standing there. 
“I was here the whole time,” she murmured.
“Young lady! Are you alright?” All Might asked; he stepped closer, not seeing the flustered reaction on her face. “You took quite the hit from that villain.”
She felt dizzy. The All Might asked if she, a lowly sidekick, was alright. Suddenly it felt like oxygen was being deprived, and she was suffocating.
“Breathe.”
Y/N immediately felt her chest convulse and her heartbeat resume thumping behind her chest. She watched wide-eyed as All Might clutched and rubbed her hands. 
“Maybe she needs medical attention?” he fussed.
Fatgum chuckled, “She’ll be fine. Just let go of her.”
“Oh,” All Might let out an embarrassed laugh and, with a blush, quickly let go of her. Y/N felt disappointed as his large hands were no longer encompassing hers. 
She was numb as All Might and Fatgum exchanged a few more words before the symbol of peace disappeared into the crowd. The crowd surrounded him, his laughter evident even amongst the high-pitched screams.
Panicked, she turned towards Fatgum. “Wait! He’s leaving?”
“Of course,” Fatgum swallowed a moment before munching on the seasoned meat again. “He says he has business to attend to in Musustafu.”
“Already? But I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you.”
Y/N only managed to embarrass herself in front of her role model. No biggie. 
“You’ll see him again soon. We’re going out for drinks later tonight. His treat.”
“That’s good… Wait tonight?!”
“That’s what he said” Fatgum tossed another empty skewer. “Just don’t drink too much like last time.”
The last time meant when she got shitfaced from one shot of sake, but in her defense, it was really strong.
“I won’t drink at all!” she vowed. 
She won’t let herself be embarrassed again. 
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Most women her age were into pro heroes like Best Jeanist or Edgeshot if you were looking for a bit of adventure. And according to some gossip article she happened upon online Hawks was the number one hero women in their 20s wanted to ask out.
She didn’t necessarily agree with any of those sentiments despite being in her 20s.
Y/N watched with lidded eyes, circling the top of her beer glass as All Might threw his head back and laughed, uninhibited in his joy.
No, her tastes were a little old school.
Adored by the masses, All Might’s core fandom consisted of the older population and young children. 
She would know she grew up with an All Might fanatic in her mother. Maybe that’s why even now Y/N couldn’t get him out of her mind.
If someone were to look at her past lovers, they all varied in different combinations of buff with blue eyes and blond hair. You could say that she had a type. 
She let out a sigh and tossed some bills on the table.
Who was she kidding? All Might and her?
The no. 1 hero and a sidekick of no.58. That sounded laughable even in her head. 
She sent a text to Fatgum, letting him know she was leaving, and hoped to see him bright and early for their patrols. Not wanting to disturb his and All Might’s conversation, she left as inconspicuously as possible.
You wouldn’t think it was nearing 2 AM from the bright city lights and crowded streets, but this was late for someone who liked to be in bed by 11 PM. 
“Y/N is your name, right?” a voice asked behind her.
She jolted out of her thoughts and turned around to face All Might, who seemed curious about her.
“All Might! I thought you were still in the bar with Fatgum.”
“I can’t quite stomach a long drinking session like I used to,” he sheepishly remarked. “Though Fatgum seemed like he was going to do another round when I left him.”
“Ah, yes, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” Y/N said as she bowed.
He returned her greetings with, “Likewise.”
They stood awkwardly next to each other, not knowing what else to say.
“Umm, I’m-”
“Do you mind-” They both began at the same time. 
She giggled nervously and gestured for him to start instead.
“I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk home alone. Do you mind if I walk with you?”
“That’s not necessary at all! I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”
He waved her off. “It’s no trouble at all. It’s the least I could do since I failed to stop the villain in time, and you had to take the blow for it.”
Why was he apologizing to her? It wasn’t his fault she failed to notice the villain's plan in time. She’d been a sidekick for years and still kept messing up at crucial points. 
Maybe that’s what separated the symbol of peace from other pro-heroes. All Might took on tremendous responsibility even when it wasn’t his burden.
Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eye; he changed into casual clothes for the evening- looking devastatingly handsome. 
How many people could say they had the privilege of seeing this side of All Might?
“So,” he began. “I heard from Fatgum your quirk is called balloon anima. What exactly does it do?”
She wished that Fatgum would stop talking her up in front of his colleagues. It was sweet but embarrassing. In this case, however, she was happy to talk about herself if it meant spending more time with her favorite hero.
“Basically, I can enlarge and animate balloon animals.”
He blinked and then mouthed ‘balloon animals’ as if he didn’t know what to make of her quirk.
She waved her hands around in a panic. “It sounds lame, don’t get me wrong, but it has so many uses. I can use them as helpers, for protection, and even get them to rescue people!”
“Hmm. That sounds like a quirk that would be popular with kids. I can see it now.” 
“Y-you think so? 
“Of course!”
Well, Y/N supposed All Might would know a thing or two about being popular with kids, so who was she to argue?
They continued their trek until the city lights faded, and nothing but stars shone above them. The crowds dispersed until it was just the two of them walking along the sidewalk.
“Well, this is my building,” she said, pointing to the building. “Thank you for accompanying me.”
“It was my pleasure,” All Might said with a grin. “I’ll wait here until you get inside.”
He motioned with his hand as if he were ushering her inside.
Y/N bit her lip uncertainly. Was she making a mistake?
Nevertheless, Y/N stepped forward until she encroached on All Might’s space.
He looked at her curiously. “Is something the matter?”
She lifted her hand and paused before grabbing his shirt and yanking.
His lips slanted against hers, and she felt him jolt and stiffen. But she didn’t lose her nerves and stood on the balls of her feet to pull him closer.
She exhaled through her nose and firmly pressed against his mouth.
A moment later, his arm snaked around her waist, almost lifting her in his embrace.
Y/N was trembling; her hands shook as her fingers curled in his shirt. He hadn’t pushed her away! And more than that he was responding back!
Enthusiastically, she might add.
A loud moan was prompted by him when he bit down on her bottom lip gently before sucking. 
Oh god. It was too much. Y/N couldn’t control herself as she eagerly jumped and snared her legs around his waist.
He caught her with ease with one hand and caressed her face with the other as he took his opportunity to enter her mouth and cajoled her tongue into playing. 
She felt absolutely electrified. All her life, she had dreamed of this moment as soon as she was old enough to know what kissing meant, and even then, it paled in comparison to reality. 
He was so firm and warm against her body. It made her want to take all his clothes off and lick/nibble to her heart’s content until he was panting with desperate neediness. 
“Mmm,” he groaned against her. “So good. Such a good girl, Y/N.”
Y/N writhed against his pelvis, completely frustrated that her jeans had no friction.
Then Y/N remembered they were publicly making out in front of her apartment building—she with the most famous and recognizable pro hero in Japan. 
She abruptly let go with a gasp and tried to separate herself.
“W-why did you stop?” All Might panted, his lips still wet and shiny from their kiss. He looked stricken at the distance between the two of them now.
“Maybe we should go inside to continue?” she half-asked and half-pleaded. Hoping All Might wouldn’t want to end the night prematurely.
There was no need, though. He nodded eagerly and held out his hand for her to take.
“Ok. Where to?”
She smiled, flattered that he seemed to want this as much as she did. 
Her apartment was on the third floor, so she headed straight toward the elevator. It was more than relieving when they encountered no one and could make their way to the lift without complications. 
As soon as the elevator’s doors closed and the corresponding button was pressed. All Might cornered Y/N against the elevator panels.
To anyone, he merely looked like he was tenderly embracing his lover. But Y/N felt his heavy breaths against her neck and his blue eyes piercing her own as his hand made its way down her jeans.
She let out a tiny broken groan when her panties were pushed aside and felt his tentative fingers breach her pussy.
He shuddered, discovering the sticky wetness that coated her inner thighs and panties.
All he did was skim the outer lips and, every now and then, teased her clit in a circular motion.
Her heart was thudding against her chest. If All Might were aware of anything but caressing her cunt, no doubt he would have known his effect on her poor heart. 
Her pleasurable torture ended when with a ding the elevator stopped and slid open.
All Might reluctantly removed his hand and pulled away from her.
Y/N took a moment to gather herself before showing her companion the way to her apartment. 
It took a couple of tries to get the key into the keyhole and open the door with her nervousness.
But she managed and let him into her meager dwelling.
Quickly perusing the surroundings, she didn’t see anything embarrassing lying around that she didn’t need to hide. 
“So, what’s your poison?” he asked, quickly appraising the apartment and turning his attention toward Y/N.
“Huh?” she so eloquently replied. 
Why was he asking about alcohol? They just came back from a bar.
“For the first time, it makes sense we should do it on the bed,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. “But it also doesn’t fit the mood.”
His pants were discarded on the floor. 
“M-mood?” Y/N stuttered and gulped when she saw him start to reach for his boxers. “What do you mean by that?”
“The kind of mood you have sex until you pass out and not be able to walk tomorrow.” He smirked and left his boxers alone, instead taking off his shirt.
All Might firmly grasped her throat and walked backward until the back of her legs hit her sofa and pushed.
“We’ll start here and make our way to the bedroom,” he said, standing over her and pulling off his boxers. “Sounds good to you?”
She nodded, eyeing his semi-erect cock. 
“Any objections? Or questions?”
“Just one, can I call you daddy?”
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” he grinned while trying to unbutton her jeans.
She lifted her butt so he could maneuver her jeans down her legs and remove them altogether.
Her jeans plus her shirt both joined his clothes onto the floor.
Y/N reached back to remove her bra, but he halted her. Instead, he pushed the cups up and revealed her chest - making it look obscene. He couldn’t help but bend down and taste. She whimpered at him softly, lapping at her pebbled peaks. 
He didn’t need to do this. She was more than ready, but the way he was enjoying her, slowly tasting and grinding heatedly into her hip. She was being savored, and his eyes watched her religiously, the sight of her slowly becoming undone. 
Y/N got flipped around; her hands rested on the sofa arms while her knees were bent on the seat. She felt All Might crowded behind her and pulled down her jeans. 
She felt him caress her bottom still covered by her silk panties before they too were pulled down.
Her garments pooled around her ankles, and she didn’t even get a moment to kick them off before she felt him line up his cock near her entrance.
Y/N let out a startled gasp at the size of his cock. Or at least what she could feel of him rubbing back and forth languidly. 
Then without warning, he entered full throttle and stayed there.
She choked on the hiss she let out prematurely and bore with the sudden burn.
He set a rigorous pace. Never before has a man made her feel so small physically. At over 7 ft, he engulfed her in his heat. His chest-baring down on her back. She should feel suffocated, unable to escape. Instead, a part of her felt cognizant. The fact she was being held down and used as a sleeve, essentially for his cock made her insides stir and burn.
“Daddy,” she gasped. “Harder.”
There was a pause in his rhythm. Almost as if he was considering Y/N's request. It was only a moment, yet she held her breath, hoping that he would oblige. 
All Might gripped her hips tightly, and she prayed that he would leave bruises for her to admire later. 
Then he started battering her insides like she owed him and he was looking to collect.
Y/N’s screams were muffled amongst the sofa’s cushions.
She felt him tug her hair, firm but not harsh.
“Let me hear you, Y/N”
A chill went down her spine; she let out her sobs unrestrained and wild.
The sofa itself started edging toward the wall due to the strength of All Might’s back-and-forth movements.
Feeling herself building an imminent crescendo, she reached down to touch herself.
“You’re close?” He groaned in response.
His pace became faster and more ruthless to assist in her efforts.
Y/N was helpless to resist. Her pleasure washed over her and her body contorted due to the intensity.
Her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched as wave after wave prolonged her climax.
“Oh, Daddy,” she chanted. “Yes!” Nonsense spilled out as she reached back and grabbed his face to kiss.
They kiss until a deep bone fatigue replaced her earlier ecstasy. The exhaustion from her activities caught up to her.
Y/N let go of All Might and collapsed onto the sofa, trying and failing to catch her breath. 
All Might watched her with pride and satisfaction while retreating from her body. His cock wet from her exertion still jutting outwards.
“It’s not over yet,” he said as he picked Y/N up and carried her to the bedroom.
She gulped and hoped she would somehow still be able to walk tomorrow.
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champion-prism · 3 months
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No but all might with the prettiest most angelic little housewife
always has a delicious dinner on the table when he gets home from hero work
showers with him so she can wash his hair and massage his back
comes to bed in pretty soft light clothing and kisses him so chastely he almost feels bad for pulling her to straddle him by her hips
all might with a pretty housewife who lets him fuck his stress out on her
wraps her legs around his waist as best she can
all might with a pretty housewife who won't let him feel guilty about the bruises he leaves on her hips and thighs
he deserves this, really, a caring, soft, feminine angel that does all she can to take care of him
just all might with a perfect housewife
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hatsue-exe · 1 year
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taking care of husband!all might (smau)
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i’ve had these for almost a year i’m an embarrassment
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hydroj1ns · 1 year
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18+ all might thirst (big and small form) (he needs more love)
me personally i would give anything to bury my face in all might’s plush tits. in bed, not even looking at him, just smelling the musk on the tan skin of the valley between his pecs while my hand that can’t even wrap around his huge cock slides up and down his weighty shaft.
i would listen to his quiet moans and whimpers: “just let me put it in already…” as the back of his hand covers his eyes and he breathily pants out, “please, darling…”
his back simultaneously starting to arch off the mattress. i would still make him come three more times with just my hand before i adjust so that my hole is right above his cock though. i like that he begs for release like he isn’t several feet taller than me and his grip doesn’t leave finger-shaped bruises on my hips.
even his skinny form. hmm… men exhausted and on ten cups of coffee. he’s still strong and towers over you, of course. he’s a little insecure about this form. he’s scared you’ll leave because he feels that he isn’t the big, strong hero everyone loves. you prove him wrong though. you use your fingers to spread your hole in front of him as he stands in front of the bed, mouth agape and cheeks blushing. he gets hard immediately. during it, he sheds a few tears because he loves you so much. loves how you love him. but also because your warm walls are gripping him so tightly like you never want him to leave.
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heli-writes · 1 month
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Between then and now
Part 1: The return
Pairing: Toshinori Yagi x Reader
Summary: When a whirlwind affair between you and All Might was found out by his manager, it was made sure that no one ever knew about you or your relationship with All Might. Even twenty years later, Toshinori Yagi still thinks of you. His retirement leaves him lonely in a cold city apartment and he wonders what could’ve been. Maybe it’s time to rekindle? But is that what you want?
Disclaimers: -
Note: I’ve been writing this piece since October 2022. So glad, it’s finally done!
Heli’s Masterlist
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Twenty years ago, Japan.
You giggle when Toshinori pulls you into him. He’s only wearing sweatpants and his skin feels hot under yours. 
“C’mon y/n, we still have a few minutes, right?” Toshinori whines. 
“No, the driver will be here soon. You still have to get dressed and do your hair!” You run your hand through his messy hair. 
“Well, and who’s fault is it that my hair is all a mess?” he grins. 
“Besides the point.”, you shrug, “The actual point is that I am responsible for getting you to your event on time.” 
He sighs. “All right, all right.” 
Toshinori bends over to pick up his shirt from the ground. “Just so you know, Mr. Kanno can be really glad to have you. Without you, neither of us would have any overview about where I have to be when.” he smiles.
“Just don’t let him find out that half of the time you are late because of me.” you sheepishly reply.
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“Yagi-san, seriously! How could you possibly think this was a good idea at this crucial time of your career!”. Naoto Kannos voice boomed through the empty office.
“Kanno-san, you need to calm down. It’s not that bad. It’s not like y/n can’t be trusted.” Toshinori said slightly embarrassed.
“I would never tell anything to the press.” you said quietly.
“Y/n, this is not about whether you talk to the press or not. Eventually, they will find out. Are you even aware of what this could mean for All Might? For yourself?” Kanno massages his temple.
“Look,” Toshinori said, “We’re careful. And there is no reason why a hero cannot be in a relationship.”
“There are a thousand reasons why a hero shouldn’t be in a relationship, Yagi-san! You of all people should be aware of that.” Kanno states shaking his head.
Your heart beats loudly and leaves an aching pain in your chest. Toshinori presses your hand.
“I’m sorry you two. But you know this has to end.”
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After a night-long fight and seemingly endless discussions, it eventually did end. You went overseas to work for the American branch of All Might’s hero agency and he stayed behind to fight villains in Japan. When he and Kanno brought you to the airport, you didn’t know that things would get to be a lot worse in America than you anticipated standing at the boarding gate to fly into the unknown.
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The present day, Japan.
He knew the end of his career was coming. He knew for a good few years. He knew when he chose young Midoriya as his successor and he knew during his final fight with All for One. What he didn’t know then, was how much his life changed after his retirement. Sure, he still has his position at UA. He still has to train young Midoriya. 
However, his days are significantly slower and quieter. Nothing could have prepared him for those empty nights in his empty apartment. He has no hobbies, no friends and no family to fill his time. He never had time or the head space to cultivate either of these things. And now all that waits for him at the end of the day is his cold apartment in a city that’s always bright. His home, however, isn’t that bright.
These days, he often finds himself thinking of you. It’s been such a long time. What were you up to? He knows you left his agency in America only a couple of months after you started there. He can’t begrudge you for that. After all, that’s what Kanno wanted for both of you: a clean cut. Where did you go after that? Did you find a fulfilling job? Did you meet someone special? Did you get married and have kids of your own? Are you happy?
He really hopes so. He really hopes that you are happy. The last time he saw you, you weren’t. You were holding back tears. Your broken heart is written all over your face. If things only were different back then, maybe you would be lying right next to him right now.
What a silly thought. He truly has become a pitiful old man. Sick and lonely. So far from what he used to be.
Laying in his bed, he stares at the dark ceiling. He turns over and grabs his phone. He opens social media and types in your name into the search bar. No results. He turns off his phone discouragedly. This was a stupid idea anyway.
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The present day, America.
“When do we have to be at the airport again, Mom?”
“Jesus, Takeo, you are an adult. How can you still rely on your mother to be punctual?” you sigh, dragging your suitcase down the stairs.
Your son walks around the corner and gives you a lopsided grin. “Hey, you have to be at the airport too, you know!” 
Takeo takes your suitcase and lifts it above his head as if it weighs nothing.
You sigh. “Stop that. Put it down. I feel like I shouldn’t have signed up for this.”
“Hey, this was your decision. No one asked you to follow me overseas! I certainly can imagine something better than your mother following you around.” your son pouts while putting your suitcase close by the door.
“I am not following you around! I always wanted to return to Japan eventually. Just never had a good reason. And what better reason do I have than you?” you mumble embarrassed.
“It’s ok, mom. I didn’t mean it like that.” He nudges you. “We’ll be living in different cities anyway. Far enough apart, so I can my freshman year at university in peace.”
You give him a suspicious side-eye. “And how exactly do you plan to enjoy your first year? Studying I hope.”
You pull your jacket from a nearby chair and start to put it on. Your son is already halfway through the doof when you hear him say: “Geez, mom, let me live a little.”
You hear a car door open and close outside. Your heart does that thing again. When it pulls itself together leaving behind a small ache. You take a look around the almost empty house. It will be the last time you see it. The new owners are moving in next week and you will have left the country by then. It’s strange. You choose to leave this place so that you can return to your home country. And yet, it makes you feel awfully melancholic. There are so many memories connected to this place. Most of your adult life. Your son’s childhood.
“Are you ready?” your son asks behind you.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” you say.
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The weather is cold and rainy when you land in Tokyo. You get your son settled into his student accommodation. After that, you take the train to Musutafu. Your family lives in Musutafu. While you don’t have any contact with them anymore, the place holds a dear place in your heart. You always knew that that was the place where you wanted to grow old and find your final rest. 
With All Might retiring, you finally felt safe enough to return home. Your new home is a small apartment on the third floor. You’re glad it came with furniture so that you had no heavy lifting to do. Your other belongings arrived a week ago. The landlord was kind enough to let the delivery crew put it in the apartment. 
It’s almost midnight when you arrive at the place that will be your home from now on. 
After opening the door, you turn on the light in the hallway. You close the door and walk into the living room. In the middle of the room, several boxes are stacked on top of each other. All my life in just a couple of boxes, you think. 
You leave your suitcase standing behind you and open the box closest to you. Kitchen utensils. You open a few more boxes until you find what you’ve been looking for. You pull out a framed picture of your son and you on his first day of kindergarten. Carefully, you wipe over the picture. Then you put it on the windowsill at the right side of the room. Contently, you look at the mess that’s in your living room. 
I’ll take care of the rest tomorrow, you think and you pull your suitcase behind you into the bedroom.
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It’s your first real day back in Japan. Before you tackle the unpacked boxes that are stacked in your apartment, you are in desperate need of breakfast and coffee. Although breakfast is relative since the long flight and time difference made you sleep well into the early afternoon. After a quick shower and some fresh clothes, you set out to find the nearest grocery shop.
Your apartment is in a different part of the city than you grew up in. It’s a safety measure really. You don’t want to run into family while out and about. It would be awkward for all parties involved. Still, you feel anxious when you set foot in front of your apartment. It feels as if you’re being watched. As if someone would jump at you around the next corner and yell: “Hey, aren’t you the one that got pregnant out of wedlock?”.
It’s silly, you know that. Most people in this city probably have forgotten you, those who don’t either won’t recognize you anymore or don’t want to recognize you anymore.
Nevertheless, this place brings back memories you’ve tried to forget for a long time.
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Twenty years ago, America.
“Pregnant? pregnant?”, your mother’s voice booms through the speaker of your phone. “Who’s pregnant?”, your bother asks in the background. “Yuto, get out of the kitchen. And tell your father he needs to come in here immediately”, your mother yells at him. She sounds shrill and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“Y/n tell me that this is not true!”, your mother yells into the phone again. You massage your temples. This was going just as you thought it would. “Mom, it’s true. I’m pregnant.”, you tell her. 
You can hear shuffling at the other end of the line. “Are you sure? Or are you just late? You know, the women in our family have very irregular cycles.”, your mother rambles. “Mom, I’m sure. I’ve been to the doctor already. They did blood work. I’m most definitely pregnant.”, you tell her.
You know that you’ve been pregnant for a couple of weeks already. When your period was late after a month in America, you did a test from the drugstore. When it came back positive, you went into panic mode. You ignored the problem for another week or two in hopes that it’s a false alarm and that your period eventually does start. When it didn’t, you had to face reality and make a doctor’s appointment. 
Now the first trimester is almost over and you start showing. You put off telling your family for a while now but you can’t hide it forever.
“But y/n... how could this happen?”, your mother asks desperately. “Well, I’m sure you have an idea of how this can happen.”, you answer dryly. You can hear your mother take a sharp breath. Somewhere in the background, a door opens. “Give me a moment.”, your mother mumbles. For a few minutes, you hear quiet talking in the background. Someone slams something onto a table or another surface.
“Y/n, this is serious”. Your father must’ve picked up the phone. “How far along are you?”, he asks. “I’m in the 14th week.”, you tell him matter-of-factly. “That’s too late.”, you hear your mother say closely to the phone. She must be pressing her ear onto the other side of it.
You feel anger rising in your stomach. “Too late for what, mom?”, you challenge her. You know exactly what she means. “To get rid of it.”, your father says irritatedly. “I’m not going to get rid of my child.”, you tell him. You’re not surprised your parents would propose this. Nevertheless, it makes you angry.
“Alright, then when’s the wedding?”. Your father sounds calm but challenging as well. “There will be no wedding.”, you reply coldly. You hear your mother sob in the background. Your father grinds his teeth.
There’s more shuffling. Your mother must’ve ripped the phone out of your father’s grip. “But who, y/n? Who is the father? He must take responsibility for this!”, your mother asks. You can practically hear the tears in her voice. “There is no father.”, you tell her. “Of course, there is a father!”, your father booms. “Or are you Virgin Mary?”
You almost laugh at that. To be the Virgin Mary would be easier than the situation you’re in. Of course, there is a father but it’s not like cou can talk about him. “The father isn’t in the picture. He doesn’t want anything to do with this.”, you say. It hurts saying these words. 
“Goddamit!”, your father swears. It makes you flinch. Your father never swears. He’s too sophisticated for that. Your mother wails in the background. “At least he could pay child support.”, he says. “I don’t need his money.”, you explain.
“Oh no, I think you will.”, your father says angrily, “Because we won’t be paying for your bastard child”. You feel tears pricking in your eyes. You don’t want their money. You make good money on your own. What you do want is their support.
“I knew it was a bad idea when you said you’d be going to America! I told you to quit when they transferred you there! You could’ve come work for me and your brother and you wouldn’t be in this situation!”, he scolds. “But no! It’s always been like this! We gave you everything! We paid for your education at one of the top universities in the country. With that degree, you could’ve worked for any company! You could’ve joined the family business and worked for your brother. But no, you chose to work for that All Might. Y/n, I knew that would be your downfall!”, he continues not giving you a chance to say something.
You grind your teeth and stop listening. What your father says is true. You could’ve gotten literally any job you wanted. If it weren’t for your degree, it would’ve been for the connections of your father. And of course, they wanted you to work for the family. Keep you close, keep you under their control. It makes you sick. The whole reason why you started working for All Might’s hero agency was to get some independence. Make your own decisions.
“... and now you got knocked up by some foreigner! What a disgrace! How are we supposed to explain this to our business partners? Do you comprehend what this means for the family?”, your father rambles.
Ah of course, what would it mean for the family? That’s the only thing that matters. Hot tears stream down your cheeks. You feel a big lump in your throat. One that you can’t swallow down.
“... you hear that, y/n? What do you think are we supposed to do now?”, your father yells into the phone.
“Nothing.”, you manage to reply, “You do nothing. You tell them your daughter took a job in America and decided to stay there.”
“Damn right, that's what you’ll do! You won’t set foot into our neighborhood with that brat of yours.”, your father bites back. Anger and determination start to settle in your stomach. It makes the lump in your throat melt away. 
“Don’t worry, dad. I won’t. I will do as I said. I’ll stay here and I won’t return to Japan. There’s nothing and nobody left for me there anyway.”, you say and slam the phone down.
That’s the last time you ever spoke to your father. Your mother spoke to you a couple of times afterward. You’ve tried talking to her but she was unreasonable. After she gave up the idea of abortion, she tried talking you into adoption. Giving birth in America, giving the baby away and then returning home to Japan into the lap of the family. You refused. Despite everything, you loved that baby growing inside of you. Eventually, you stopped picking up the phone when she called. Your brother didn’t even try to talk to you. The reason for that you don’t know.
When your son was born, you sent them a card and a picture. In return, they sent you papers of disinheritance.
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All Might x student!reader - don’t runaway
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Sitting in the back of the classroom, you had you head resting in your arms as you stared out of the window.
“I am here!”
You didn’t look up as the teacher came into the room, talking to all of the students, and you frowned a little bit, watching as clouds slowly took over the blue skies.
It was going to rain soon.
While you were lost in your own mind, you didn’t notice the teacher coming over, not until he crouched down to look at you.
You blinked a little, looking at him.
“Is everything alright young (Y/N)?” He asked.
I nodded my head, sitting up as I turned to look at my work.
“It’s going to rain…”
All Might looked out of the window, seeing the dark clouds and then looked to you, giving you a warm smile.
“It looks like it will, huh?” He asked.
You looked up at the thin man, then back down to your work, and he frowned a little as he watched you draw in your work book instead.
He decided not to push you to talk in front of all the other students, so he waited for class to end, and stopped you at the door with a hand on your shoulder.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
You stepped back, letting him close the door.
Walking over to one of the desks you stuffed your hands into your pockets as you looked at the ground.
“Is everything alright? I’ve noticed recently you seem to be a little distracted.”
You looked towards the window, watching as the rain hit it.
“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’d like to help if I can. Maybe I can find Aizawa for you?”
You pushed yourself up, not looking at him.
“It’s fine…”
With that, you left.
All Might didn’t seem convinced, so he waited until after school to talk to you again.
You were stood at your desk, neatly leaving a slip of paper on top, and you walked over to Aizawa’s desk, putting another on on top.
“Ah, I’ve been looking for you. I was hoping we could finish our talk.” He smiled.
I looked up to him, slowly walking to the back of the classroom.
“(Y/N)?”
“I can’t be a hero anymore!”
With that, you ran past him, crashing into the wall in the hallway, but you pushed yourself up and kept running.
“Wait! Please don’t run away!”
All Might ran after you, trying to catch up to you, but when you reached the stairs you jumped down, landing on your feet.
You turned around to glanced at him as he gasped for breath at the top of the stairs.
“Whatever’s going on I can help! But you don’t have to runaway!”
“Stop chasing me!”
You jumped down the next set of stairs, placing your hand on the ground to steady yourself and you kept running.
You ran as fast as you could, easily out running the hero, and you ran down the path, ignoring the class out for you.
The moment you reached the gates, you jumped, activating your quirk, turning into your werewolf form, you let out a loud growl and ran on all fours through the city.
People screamed and jumped out the way, but you didn’t pay them any mind, trying to find an escape.
You didn’t know where else to go do you ran towards the outskirts of the city, knowing it was you best chance to hide from everybody.
You kept to yourself, not wanting anybody to find out, but of course your peace didn’t last long.
You were sitting in front of a little fire you had made when you heard the thud from nearby, and you looked up to see All Might in his hero form jumped in front of you before he deflated.
The lanky teacher walked over, sitting next to you, coughing a little bit.
“Getting harder to do that.”
He looked at you with a smile.
“Hello young (Y/N).”
You sighed, pushing yourself up as you kicked out the fire, putting your hands in your pockets to leave.
“You’re hurt, what happened?”
You stopped, looking down at your leg.
“Nothing… go away All Might…”
He got up, walking over and he placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.
“Running away won’t solve any of your problems young (Y/N)…” he spoke quietly.
You looked towards the ground, giving him a small shrug.
“I don’t want to go back…”
“Why not? Allow me to help you, allow me to rescue you from whatever fears you may be facing.”
You sniffled a little bit.
“Everybody looks at me like I’m a monster…”
All Might felt his heart clench at your words.
He knew you distanced yourself from your class, though he could never find out why, nobody seemed sure why you did it.
But to hear that you thought people looked at you like a monster broke his heart.
“Nobody thinks you’re a monster…”
You wiped your tears with the backs of your hands.
“Everybody does… I heard them talking… whispering… the way the look at me…”
He sighed softly, placing a hand on your head.
“Running away won’t change any of that, but I can assure you that your teachers, your fellow students would never think such things of you. I don’t.”
“You’re lying…”
“You said you don’t like have people look at you, right?”
You nodded your head a little bit.
All Might crouched down so he could look at you, a warm smile on his face.
“I don’t think you’re a monster, in fact I think your quirk would make for an excellent rescue hero, that’s what you want to be, right? A rescue hero?”
You nodded a little, avoiding his gaze.
All Might sighed, standing up and he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I can’t leave you out here, that wouldn’t be right. Will you come back with me?”
You shook your head.
“Okay, then why don’t you show me around the place you’ve decided to call home?” He beamed.
“Don’t you have to go back…?”
“Not without you, so if I have to stay here I will. Here, I brought some chocolate too, Young Midoriya was telling me about your quirk, and says chocolate helps you feel less nauseous after changing.”
You took the chocolate from him, snapping it in half and you handed half to him, going back to eating your own half.
You padded barefoot along the grass, All Might following along with you.
He could see why you chose here.
If you didn’t like people looking at you, or being around them, then this would be the best place where you could run around worrying free.
You looked around, occasionally stopping, looking around.
You hadn’t been interested in training with others, so All Might took this as his chance to learn a little about you.
“What can you hear?”
You paused, tilting your head to the side a little.
“I can hear birds, and a few deer up ahead, they’re jumping around. I can also hear faint traffic from the city, and class 1-A?”
“They insisted on coming with them, I asked them to stay out while I came to speak with you. They’re going to camp here until you come back.”
All Might watched you tilt your head to the side a little more, covering one of your ears to focus on the sounds of your class.
You could hear them all wondering about you, and your home room teacher trying to reassure them all.
“I’m sorry not everybody wants to see you become a hero young (Y/N), but if you focus on those that do you’ll find you have a lot of people ready to support you.”
All Might, smiled, holding out his hand.
“Come back home.” He said gently.
You sniffled a little, looking at your feet.
“I don’t want to hear what people say… or see them…”
All Might softly.
“Keep your eyes closed, placed your hands over your ears.”
You nodded, doing as he said, you could feel him take your arm gently, leading you most likely to the rest of your class.
You couldn’t hear much with your ears covered, and you couldn’t see anything either, and it made you feel a little calmer.
All Might stopped you, covering your ears with his hands as he spoke but you couldn’t make out the words.
You sense somebody in front of you, and you opened your eyes out of curiosity to see the smiling faces of your classmates.
You couldn’t looked to the ground.
“Oh, did we scare them?” Mina asked sadly.
“No, I believe they’re just struggling with their quirk. Maybe you can all show them they can be a hero?” All Might asked.
The whole class quickly agreed, and you were pulled into a hug by the girls, and you stood there shocked and a little confused.
You were given something eat, and the girls worked on neatening out your hair while the boys made sure you were okay.
Aizawa stood next to All Might, arms crossed over his chest.
“Took you two weeks.” Aizawa said.
“It would’ve been faster but I’m not what I used to be you know.”
Aizawa huffed a little.
“The kid has no confidence.”
“No, you’re right. But I think we’ve got the right group of students to change that.”
Aizawa nodded his head in agreement, both of them knowing you could become a hero no problem if you really tried
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nerdranttheories · 2 months
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All Might, who loves a partner that can eat,,,
College Toshi, who forgets people don’t eat as much as him and is impressed when they try their best to match him, Pro All Might, who sheepishly wakes his partner up at 2 AM to let them know the brisket he was slow-cooking while he was on patrol is ready, Small Might, who watches with heart eyes as his partner eats, since he’s not really hungry, but he can get enjoyment out of his partners happiness,,,
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peachymilkandcream · 2 months
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Fraud | Part 1 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader
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(A/N: So I decided to start this instead of the Reiner one (which I have some drafts off for the future don't worry. But I'm currently rewatching the show right now so I'm just particularly more inspired by this one. So if/when I do the AOT one I'm not sure. Most likely not for a while unless I feel super inspired by it. And if so I'll probably write it all out and then post it on an additional day once a week. Since I usually post Break Me Slowly on Monday and now this on Tuesday, if I decide to do it I most post it on a Wednesday basis. I'm not sure. Also this won't follow canonical story line! For a little background, reader's hero name is Shade, and their quirk is that they can create shadow copies of their enemies. But thank you for reading and comment to be added to the taglist!)
WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, etc.
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The world's symbol of peace and justice, a hero for all. Great and mighty. People all across the world knew him, he was the ultimate authority on this planet. Respected and revered.
All Might. The Symbol of Peace.
As a pro, Shade of course respected him above all other heroes, he was the ultimate role model that everyone should look up to and adore. Admittedly that had to do with her desire to become just like him since she was a bit of a fangirl. But regardless, there was nothing so bad about wanting to follow his ideals, was there?
She was determined to meet him one day and make an impression. Hopefully, he would see her talent and invite her to be one of his sidekicks. It wouldn't be totally uncommon, Sir Nighteye was already his right hand man, surely a hero as busy as him could use some more help to keep Japan in its state of reigning peace.
Ever since she was little she dreamed of becoming a pro just like him, she enjoyed watching his battles and keeping up with the news of his latest feats to inspire herself even on her daily commute, who wouldn't want a chance to impress their idol by embodying the same ideals he has?
Besides, her success as a pro was...lacking, to say the least. Her quirk was impressive enough, creating shadows of her enemies and even comrades to fight with her in battle. However the problem lied with the fact that some people believed her quirk seemed rather villainous from outward perspective, apart from some of the teens who enjoyed more intense heroes she had a small fanbase. Most of the ones who did follow her stopped after they discovered her personality didn't match her hero persona at all.
A boost from All Might's agency would really help her brand.
Eventually she could go out more on her own and maybe in form a team with her new found friend and mentor.
"Wake up Shade! Unless you want to be sprayed with acid in the face!?"
On the scene of the crime several pros faced off against a dastardly villain, his quirk was to spew acid from his mouth, and the power of it was disintegrating her shadows. It always seemed like the moment she had a chance to make a name for herself it was against a villain who completely outmatched her quirk type.
"I'm awake, okay? I've got it."
Nothing was able to touch this villain, all hope seemed to be lost until the laugh she had gotten so familiar with filled the air.
"Fear not citizens, hope has arrived!"
An expression of wonder and awe comes across her face when the gust of wind followed by the monstrous form of the Number One Hero steps into the scene.
"Because I am here."
One punch is all it ever took for the criminals to surrender and admit defeat, but this was the first time she had seen him in a professional setting, he was even more amazing then she ever could have believed!
Now was her chance to become a hero just like him.
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"Well done fellow pros, that evil-doer was certainly a heavy hitter, but all of your valiant efforts to keep the peace are much appreciated." His smile never wavered.
"You were amazing All Might, I think I can speak for all of us when we say thank you for saving our butts back there. None of our quirks were really suited for it." Shade's giddy expression never left, truly in awe of the man before her.
"Anytime, but I don't think I've seen you before, still a newbie I take it."
She blushes ever so slightly. "Yes sir, I'm just starting out, my hero name is Shade, it's super nice to meet you-"
"The pleasure is all mine ma'am," His stare was piercing, as if deciding if she really was a hero. "now I must be off, a hero's always got somewhere to be!"
With that he flew off, leaving her behind even more inspired than before.
"He's the most amazing hero in the universe, one day I'll be just like him-"
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All Might returned to Nighteye religiously pouring over his computer screen, only around his sidekick could the hero's mask fall slightly. His smile disappearing.
"Excellent work on that takedown, your approval rating keeps going up."
"I want you to do something for me. There's a new hero in town, goes by Shade. A newcomer. Find out everything you can about her."
"Why? Another one of your little projects?"
"You could say that."
"All Might this is twice this year now."
"Does that matter? It's not my fault the last ones couldn't handle me."
He rolls his eyes. "I'll find what I can. But go easy this time, alright? I barely was able to cover it up last time."
"Agreed. I'll be more careful."
He shut the door behind him to his personal quarters, staring down at the city below. Being the strongest in the world came with a deep sense of dissatisfaction, he was untouchable, unbreakable.
He needed something to break.
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jellyfishandry · 5 months
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Crushing on a fellow teacher
Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi
CW: work place romance, gn reader, reader is also a hero, mentions of injury, mentions of death?,
WC: 620+
A/N: Wrote this in school cause I'm tired, and sick of these people
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Shota Aizawa
It really just starts off with his concern for you being higher than the other teachers
He'll check in on you more often, maybe bring you tea or coffee if you're working late
He knows that hero work comes with obvious dangers, even for one working as a teacher, but he can't help but feel bad when you get hurt, thinking he should've been there to help/protect you
That's about when he realizes that he likes you more than the others
Or Present Mic mentions it
He's generally good at hiding how he feels
To the outsider, one would think that you're simply a friend he cares for a lot
He cares deeply for his friends, but everyone who knew him could see that his care for you went deeper
He doesn't really think to confess, cause it might affect his work quality (and yours), and his work comes first
So he just sticks to quietly pining over you
You'd probably have to confess if you want your romantic relationship to go anywhere
If you do confess, he'll tell you the feeling is mutual, and he'd do one of two things
1, decline you offer to start dating, but only because of the work situation, but he'll fully communicate that he likes you too
Or 2, he'll accept, but ask to keep the relationship under the radar so you both can continue teaching and working like normal, and so his co-workers don't treat either of you any different (even though they suspect the feeling between the two of you)
But
If you end up teaching somewhere else, or just stop working at UA, he'd be more comfortable with making your relationship more open to his friends
Either way, very caring and understanding, if you confess or don't confess <3
Toshinori Yagi
Reckless fuck (affectionate)
He doesn't entirely understand why he's feeling this way at first
Like, you should just be a co-worker and friend, but for some reason he's feeling more
Also thinks of it as "I'm willing to die for anyone, but why them even more???"
He really tries to play it off like he just cares for you in a platonic way
I believe that throughout his life, he was too focused on hero work, or training to be a hero to think much about romantic relationships
But he's not entirely clueless about romance
He's seen a lot of stuff in media, and might've had a few small relationships in the past, but nothing as serious or intense as the things he's feeling towards you
He tries to act casual around you, but he really doesn't know what to do with himself
He'll occasionally bake things for the staff just to see the joy on your face when eating the sweets
He feels somewhat insecure about his true form
He hasn't exactly been directly body shamed
But that generally insecurity definitely lives in the back of his mind
Can't help but check in on you more often and help you with things
Because of his past hero work, helping you comes naturally to him
The other staff notice his actions, and they quickly catch on
A few students catch on as well
He tries to keep his emotions and feelings on the back burner, so he can focus on his students and teaching
But eventually it gets overwhelming, and he forces himself to confess
It's most likely after hours when you're both tired and stressed
He just needs to get if off his chest, whether you'll reciprocate his feelings or not
You're probably not super surprised, cause of all the clear signs
He's so happy when you say the feelings are mutual
You'll probably end up keeping the relationship under the radar, cause he doesn't want villains using you hurting you or using you against him
Though the staff find out relatively quickly cause the soft looks you give each other pretty much gives it away
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jophiel-extras · 1 month
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Summary :: All Might having feelings for you hcs
Warning :: nsfw content
Note :: yeah I’m back into my hero, reqs open
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Toshinori is no romancing type, he considers himself “too old for that kind of thing”
Sure, back in his schooling days he would’ve seen what the world had to offer but they never lasted.
When things became serious for his pro hero status, romance was thrown out the window. He was far too well known and influential to have flings.
He’d known deep down that the symbol of peace had no time for relationships, and he was more than okay with that.
But a certain someone had been igniting flames that he hadn’t felt in some time and that someone was you.
He’s not familiar with the feeling at first, it’s foreign to him but it brightens him and all his colleagues can tell.
Truthfully they figure it out before him too.
Aizawa mentions his feelings in passing as a warning, “even if you’re retired people can recognise you in that form now. It’s dangerous, especially to those you deeply care about.”
Toshinori thinks on it, sitting outside in the cool night air. He knows know what the feelings are but doesn’t know what to do with them.
He wants to be selfish and know you as a lover, but he wouldn’t. He’s much too selfless.
Now that he’s aware of his feelings, things begin to change.
He tries to keep up if All Might form around you.
He’s quite weary, he thinks avoiding you will keep the feelings at bay, but you just think you’ve done something wrong.
He doesn’t eat with you.
He sits away from you in meetings.
He keeps your conversations short.
It gets to the point where you corner him one day, asking him what you’ve done wrong and begin to cry.
He couldn’t lie to himself or you any longer.
“You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m the fool.” He says, voice gruff and quite.
“Then why? Why do you avoid me like I’m some kind of villain?” Your words hit deep, and he hesitates.
“I’m sorry.” His fists ball up and turn white. “I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish and hurt you. The truth is, I’ve been avoiding you because of this feeling in my chest.” He tugged at the fabric of his shirt. “I’m in love with you.”
You’re stiller than a statue and the two of you stay silent for far too long.
“I know it’s selfish for me to feel this way towards you, so I’ve-”
You cut him off with a hug that could rival the strength of his muscle form.
He’s hesitant to hug you back, you’re still crying and he’s unsure what this reaction means.
“You’re a big idiot Toshi. Don’t you know that I love you too?”
And finally, his hands find themselves wrapped around you, his head between your nape and your smell enveloping him.
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mx-pastelwriting · 10 months
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Skinny Toshinori x GN Pregnant Reader. I guess some headcanons and then a a small snippet writing? If you want anything specific then I guess how he reacts when finding out the news, how he preps stuff and how he treats the reader.
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Skinny!All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x GN! Pregnant! Reader
Summary: Request up top! Headcanon
Warning: Fluff, Established Relationship, Pregnancy
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- Before finding out, the days leading up to your sickness made him worry, even offering to stay home to take care of you, but your pleas for him to go to work made him reluctantly go to work but always come home early.
- Finding out at the doctor to then come home to a worried Toshi, you sat him down. His questions came like a flood, but your two words made him stop. Tears came from his eyes when he asked you if you were serious, and at your confirmation, he hugged you, telling you how he didn't know if he could have kids.
- Going through the early stages of pregnancy, he would take some days off just to spend as much time with you as possible and cater to your cravings. As you grew, he snuggled you more, spending mornings while you were asleep talking to your belly, not caring if the baby could hear.
- Would go to every appointment with you, but if he couldn't make it, he would always facetime you. Toshi would gush or cry as your baby moved about.
Being by your side, cooing over your new family member, both of your cheeks covered with dried tears, noticing your eyes fighting to say awake, he gently takes the baby, letting you sleep. As you sleep, he watches over them, rocking them gently as he says all that he wanted to say over the nine months.
Waking up and hearing Toshi ask your baby if they heard him while they were in there, you smile, and looking over, you see him feeding them a small bottle. You sit up in bed, making him look over at you as he finishes feeding the baby. He says nothing as he puts down the bottle.
The room was still only with him now burping the baby. "I can't say enough to thank you for this," he says to you. "So I'll say this, I never thought anyone could make me feel this way, and you have done the impossible." Tears ran down his cheeks. "You're amazing, and I love you." His voice cracked, but his loving words left you with the start of the new life.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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faulty-writes · 1 year
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Can you do head-canons with sir night-eye, Aizawa, and all might where the student (general neutral & platonic.) they are teaching never trusts them.
Not in an f you way they just never take their advice seriously, playfully deflect reprimands, tease them (etc.)?
And as it turns out, every adult figure in their life always let them down or never really cared! Thank you!
[ Hello! Yes, I can do headcanons. I apologize for the long wait. ]
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Mirio was the one that had introduced you to him, and from the start, you immediately gave Sir Nighteye the cold shoulder and purposely did everything you could to avoid his teachings or worse, his lectures.
When you went completely against his orders trying to apprehend a villain, he called you into his office and tried to intimidate you with his stare. Of course, it didn't work and his question, "Why did you do something so disrespectful?" never got an answer.
Whenever he threatened to put you into that God-awful tickle device of his, you'd always 'playfully' threaten him by saying you'd report him for harassment or worse, take him on with your own quirk.
"I believe it's time for you to leave" he'd say whenever you decided to purposely distract him when he was working, you'd do little things like knock on his desk or play music on your phone at full volume. Yeah, it was good to feel on top.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" you'd always dismiss his requests, even if they were meant to try and connect with you by waving him off. Eventually, you thought he'd give up, but sadly that never happened.
He seemed to get highly defensive whenever you happened to insult one of Mirio's jokes, "Frankly, if you don't have a humorous comeback be quiet," and your usual reply to this was "Shut up!"
"Why do you continue to disregard my orders!?" he shouted while you lay in the hospital bed after a mission gone wrong and despite being in pain, you snapped "That's none of your business!" back at him.
Sir Nighteye put your internship on hold after supposedly being done with your disrespect. Not that such a thing surprised you, after all, what more did you expect from an adult? They only used and abused you, and continuously let you down.
Part of you wondered if Sir Nighteye knew just how hurt you were, especially with how he looked at you some days. But it was doubtful he'd ever try to open you up and even if he did, you'd refuse.
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You always thought he was a fake, the way he sulked around and gave inspiration like "Don't say you can't, say you will" was all so cliche and you weren't a stranger in letting Mr. Aizawa know precisely how you felt about him.
You hardly paid attention during class, purposely propping your feet up and causing disruption. Despite the punishments, he gave you, like detention and threats of expulsion both of you were too stubborn to be broken.
"If you have a problem, you can say it in front of the rest of the class Y/n," even when he tried to single you out or attempt to embarrass you during class you never missed the opportunity to turn the embarrassment back onto him.
It was clear that you weren't just any old student, he had dealt with troublemakers in the past but you came off as a little different. More closed off with a hesitation to trust anyone but your fellow students. As your teacher, he felt it was his responsibility to help you stop hiding your pain or face it.
"That sounds a little extreme, yo!" Hizashi replied. "It's clear that Y/n is in some kind of pain, I wouldn't be a hero or a teacher if I ignored it," he shrugged and pointed a finger at Shota. "It's your funeral," he advised.
Trying to force an answer out of you wasn't the best idea, "Just leave me alone! You don't know anything!" you snarled, ready to take your teacher on regardless of the rules you were supposed to follow while on Yuuei High property. "I know enough to say you won't use your quirk against me and that something is wrong," he replied nonchalantly.
You tried to avoid him after this, but he didn't give up and went as far as to bring your family and your past mentors up. "What do you want me to say!? That none of them cared, that they all left me alone!? Is that what you want!?" you snapped at him, but he only remained quiet and laid his hand on your head as if trying to comfort you.
He seemed intent on proving that he wasn't like the rest of the adults that let you down. He'd take extra time to talk to you after class and constantly ask if you were alright. Frankly, you found it a little annoying, and no matter how hard he tried you knew you couldn't let yourself fall for his act.
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"I just don't know what to do with the kid anymore," Toshinori confessed one day in the teacher's lounge. "Who, yo?" Hizashi replied making the former number-one hero sigh in response. "Y/n..." he said, turning his glance elsewhere. "That kid, unlike young Midoriya...is troubled," he concluded.
"Is that name really necessary?" he asked when you bluntly called him a "Stringbean hero" in front of the class. Of course, this wasn't the first time you had teased him and it was odd that you were one of the few people that didn't look up to him.
"Hey! Young Y/n!" he called one day in the hallway, hoping that his attempts to get closer to you would work. Unfortunately, you only cast him a glare that immediately caused him to stop. "What a face..." he muttered, but somehow he felt as though there was some pain behind your expression.
On occasion, you and he would get into a bickering match. Usually, in the presence of others, and 9 times out of 10, Izuku would try to break it up. "H-hey, why don't you um...take a break? After all, he's still A-All Might and he d-deserves respect," you hated that. Nobody deserved respect, it had to be earned and as far as you knew, he had done nothing for you.
"Look young Y/n!" he snapped one day after you had disregarded his advice during training which resulted in not only yourself being harmed, but your fellow hero students. "I might not know what's going on, but clearly you have something against me...or authority..." his fingers tightened on your shoulders. "But please, don't let it be the death of you," he said, leaving you feeling both angry and almost guilty.
You couldn't get that concerned, pitiful look of his out of your mind and eventually snapped "What is your problem!?" at him one day. "I don't need anyone to care about me so stop it!" you growled and stomped away before he had the chance to reply.
"I know I failed many people as a hero, but as your teacher, I want to help you succeed. Of course, in the end, it's your choice," he said to you one evening when he pulled you aside to talk. "Either way, I'll be here," he said, patting your shoulder before walking away. But you knew he'd never understand how you felt.
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