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Mandated Reporter Pt.2 | Y.T

All Might | Yagi Toshinori X Reader

i finally decided to upload it on tumblr!!!

WC: ~2.5k

Warnings: reader is tired and is called wet at one point. Small might jumpscare, but reader is a bit freaky so it doesn't matter

You woke up the next morning cold, wet, and with a pounding headache. A groan released from your mouth as you tilted your head forward and opened your eyes. You were still in the shower, a small stream of cold water leaking from your shower head.

A soft “fuck” left your mouth before you stood up, moving slowly because of the temperature. Your hands were shaking as you reached to turn the tap off. Having no hot water was going to suck later but you couldn’t consider it too much.

Your mind was sufficiently full with other thoughts. All Might… You knew that thousands, probably hundreds of thousands of people would kill to be in your position, soulmate bound to the number one hero. But he didn’t have one. Did that mean you didn’t actually have a soulmate?

You had to go to work.

You walked out of the bathroom, stretching your arms up as you went. A grimace spread across your face as you walked to your room, the wet fabric of your pants sticking to your legs. Your closet opened with a bang and you hummed as you picked out a professional looking outfit, throwing it on as you walked to your vanity.

A crick in your back hurt as you sat down and you paused before rapidly twisting your body to the side to crack it. You put on makeup and brushed your hair before you stood up, made breakfast, and then finally, checked your phone.

You were already two hours late.

You almost screamed, before frantically checking your messages. Your boss had sent you five messages and two missed calls. All of the messages seemed to be some form of ‘I’m disappointed in you’, and you cursed loudly.

You quickly shot off a text, something along the lines of ‘I’m so sorry! I overslept!’, hoping that maybe your boss would be kind and take pity on you when you showed up looking barely put together.

Regardless, you quickly gathered your things, chucked them in a bag, before sprinting off down your apartment stairs. You almost leaped across the pavement, ducking and weaving and trying not to bump into anyone.

There was no time to look properly at the police station so you just continued to sprint past it, ignoring any noise radiating from its area. You had nearly made it to your office, takoyaki stand in sight, before you eventually hit someone.

The man who you hit stumbled, wobbling a little, before falling as a result of your fast motion and you confined your curses to your mind instead of outloud.

You paused your sprinting, frantically turning to see the man sitting on the concrete. He had a grimace on his face. One of his hands was perching himself up while the other was rubbing his side. He then raised both hands to check them out, picking out some gravel from his palms. You cringed at your carelessness before dropping down to crouch in front of him.

“Hey,” You begun, and his head shot up, his eyes darting from his palms to make eye-contact with you. You instantly lost what you were going to say at the contact. Your mouth grew dry as you surveyed his appearance, heat rising to your face.

He was gaunt, that was what you noticed first, and he had two large strands of blonde hair laying almost like curtain bangs on either side of his face, the rest of his hair puffing up in strands behind his head. His face was rather small, but, as your eyes trailed down the rest of his form, you realised that he was sort of small as well.

Oh God, he was scrawny.

A strand of hair blew into his face, obscuring his expression for a second, and you took that moment to gather yourself in front of a man who was 100% your type. One of his hands reached from where they were hanging in order to push the strand away.

You stammered for a second before you managed to produce some more words, unable to take your eyes away from the lines of his face, nor stop watching the way his eyes seemed to trail the lines of yours.

“I’m so so sorry for pushing you, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’ve been kind of out of it recently, a lot happening in my personal life.” You paused for a second, taking in the widening of his expression.

“Which you totally don’t care about, oh my god. I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to go… I’m gonna be soo late for work.”

You finally shut up. You watched his face go through a large load of emotions before it settled on just staring at you, jaw wide open and eyes dialated. You didn’t quite know how to take that, so you just gave him a hesitant smile, watching as he hurriedly put his hand down in order to raise his other up, as though to swap them out so he’d remain upright. He hissed for a second, drawing his hand back from the ground as a rock had cut his palm when he placed it down. You cringed in sympathy for a second, before cringing in pain as a deep pang of pain ran through your wrist, edging onto the palm of your hand.

The sleeve of your blazer fell down to where you held your arm, sagging around the contraction point, and you watched it reveal the skin beneath it. As well as the words inscribed on your wrist that had turned from lilac to a deep crimson. Wait.

“Y-you’re my soulmate.” A voice stuttered out, drawing your attention away from your wrist to the man in front of you, a sense of confusion and horror spawning deep within you.

His eyes, pits of black with a blue pupil which you attributed to his quirk, were just as, if not more, wide than yours. His mouth opened, and it seemed as though time paused.

You stood up, turned, and ran.

The vague sounds of someone calling out ‘Hey, wait!’ echoed in your ears, but your subconscious barely adjusted to it, instead drowning it out with thoughts like ‘WHAT THE FUCK.’

You could barely hold it together as you sprinted into your office building. You still had not come to terms with the fact that All Might was your soulmate (maybe? You weren’t sure anymore) but now there was someone else who you had a soulmate connection with.

When the elevator doors opened, your boss stood with arms crossed and tapping her pointed heels. She took one look at you, her mouth poised to speak, before something flashed in her eyes. She shut her mouth and let you walk past her, straight towards your desk. You didn’t especially want to think about what part of you made her give you that leeway.

Maybe it was your disheveled hair, the dirt on your knees, or the expression which screamed that you were one wrong move away from having a breakdown and a (decidedly early) midlife crisis.

The first thing you did when you booted up your computer was to head to Google, too preoccupied with your situation to care about the rules, and type ‘Can someone have two soulmates?’ in the search bar. It took a while to load, a time period in which you saw two people peek over the top of your cubicle to look at you worriedly.

Your computer pinged and the results loaded. A groan left your throat as you looked at them. All of them were about some old vampire teenage drama, arguing about whether the girl could have two soulmates in the modern day and age.

You scrolled past that, frantically moving the wheel of the mouse. One interesting website popped up, but it turned out to be a character wiki. Another seemed to be relevant before it turned out to be Yahoo Answers.

After two pages of, frankly, dumb results, you finally found a Japanese government website and clicked it. It detailed the general ideas of soulmates and you read through it rapidly, hoping to find specific clarification. There was nothing such. The closest piece of information you got was the website saying something about ‘One true match!’ but you had two.

So, something was clearly wrong with you.

You rested your hands in your head and sighed. All Might said your words, that was for sure, and he said them to you and to whoever else was watching the broadcast. He reacted when you got hurt and clutched his wrist as an impulse. But he’d always been adamant about not having a soulmate.

He was an icon for the people who also didn’t have marks or soulmates, a lot of people had praised him consistently through his whole career for being a ‘brave public figure’ despite being soulmate-less. You’d seen on social media plenty of variety shows and interviews with the man in question, where he’d answered questions about his situation. He’d often give his signature laugh when asked about it (as you started to call the topic in your head), but he also talked about being thankful to not have a soulmate to keep them out of danger.

At the time, you’d thought it was very sweet and it had endeared you to him immensely. Now, you were thinking about the fat load of nothing that gave you. Either he was lying about not having a soulmate, or he was your soulmate but you weren’t his.

You couldn’t decide which scenario was more likely. It made sense for him to lie, but why would he? He’s the number one hero, his soulmate would probably have more protection than the president. The other option had a much less happy ending, with you probably in tears and owning 50 cats, so you were leaning towards the symbol of peace being a liar.

And that led you to thinking about the man who you had ran into.

Obviously you had some sort of connection, he had stared at you like you’d killed his cat or something, and you had felt his pain when he cut his palm on a stone. You’d felt it in your mark as well, which had also turned red. So somehow, you had a type of soulmate-connection to this guy.

His face did seem sort of familiar when you saw him, but you kept drawing up blanks when you dried to remember where you had seen his face recently. Perhaps he was a news anchor, and he’d said the words before All Might and you just hadn’t noticed, or maybe he’d just whispered them really quickly when you’d bumped into each other.

But neither of those excuses were viable, your mark had changed colour when All Might spoke the words and also when you had said those words to the guy from earlier. You groaned, moving one of your hands to lightly slap your face. Nothing was making sense.

You shot a quick glance around your cubicle before clearing your search and typing in ‘Recent All Might press conference.” Videos popped up rapidly, a clear difference in the obscurity level between All Might and whatever Twilight was. You clicked the first one and it was an hourlong recording of the conference, which you quickly forwarded through, rapidly clicking the right arrow key.

Eventually you got to where you tuned in, and you turned the volume up from mute. It was as sloggish as it was the first time you’d watched it, but you kept your head and focus up, monitoring everyone on stage. The man you ran into earlier wasn’t on the stage, nor was he even in the room.

All Might was the first and only person to say that phrase to you.

But yet, it appeared that you had two soulmates. There was no way possible, never been reported before, and yet it happened to you. Even more unusual, one of your soulmates may not even be your soulmate or may not even have a soulmate. Plus he may be a pro-hero?

The other just seemed to be a regular guy, though now you were quite regretting not even getting his name before you ran away. You leaned back in your chair, tilting your neck over the top of the backrest. He was kinda handsome, exactly your type. You lolled your head to the side, inspecting the popcorn ceiling of your office. High-five universe for that one.

But actually not high-five universe, because what was this other soulmate bullshit? It was entirely too much to process in such a short amount of time. Another head peeked over the top of your cubicle, and its eyes widened before it disappeared. Too much to process, especially at work.

You should’ve just called it a sick day.

You paused for a moment before closing the tab on your computer and getting from your seat. You trudged out of your cubicle, ignoring the whispers surrounding you, and made your way to your boss’s office.

A quick knock at her door yielded no results, so you waited a couple more seconds before knocking again. You heard her say ‘This will only be a minute’ before she shouted for you to open the door.

You did so, and lumbered your way inside, closing the door behind you. When you turned around you saw your boss on one side of the desk and a man dressed in a well-pressed suit, who had also turned in his chair to look at you. To try and distract yourself from how disheveled you definitely looked, you surveyed him instead, making eye-contact through his glasses.

A small huff that sounded like a laugh left his mouth as soon as you made eye-contact, which caused your eyebrows to furrow in confusion. The man seemed totally normal, aside from perhaps his hair-do. It was a green combover, with streaks of yellow interspersed between it. Otherwise, he looked normal, though incredibly intimidating. His face seemed apathetic, if not a little annoyed.

“Ahhh, you were exactly who I wanted to see.” Your boss said, almost relaxing into her seat. You cut eye-contact with the man to look over at her, still confused. She said your name before gesturing to the man.

“This is Sir Nighteye, he’s a pro-hero.” You straightened your posture, suddenly on edge. Your boss chuckled for a few seconds. “He’s actually one of All Might’s sidekicks, though I’m sure you already know that.”

You immediately went as still as a board, fight or flight activated, even as you heard Sir Nighteye release another huff. One of All Might’s sidekicks, at your work, the day after you found out All Might was potentially one of your soulmates. Your face contorted immediately, and you looked over to this Sir Nighteye. He was only watching you and it felt as though he was looking right through you.

“And, funny enough,” Your boss continued, still chuckling. “He’s looking for you.”

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