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y'all remember that one scene in the new jumanji where fridge opens his character details and the first thing listed under weaknesses was CAKE ? yeah, that's toshinori, actually —

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Eyes dart up from the floor at the call of his name, instantly dropping back down in defeat at the view of Mirai rushing to his aid from across the room — the exact OPPOSITE of what he was hoping would happen.

But Toshinori should've known better than to assume Mirai would even THINK about leaving the office while he was out working. Even if it was nearly ten o'clock at night.

There's an audible grumble under his breath as he moves to stand as the other made it over to him, an attempt to brush off some of the soreness and HOPEFULLY ease any worry he might've caused during his crash landing — he's sure it worked quite well, considering the sidekick ended up having to pry him off the floor anyway.

"I'm fine." A bold claim seethed through clenched teeth as he finally makes it upright, evidently not convincing enough seeing how quick the other was to call an early end to his shift after witnessing such a pitiful attempt at a LIE. He leans a little more into Mirai with each step as they make their way over to his desk, only further proving the sidekick's point — but it still invokes a roll of Toshinori's eyes as he drops to the chair as instructed for further examination.

He allows his head to lull back and forth within the other's grasp, all while his eyes do everything in their power to avoid that pointed look he just knew Mirai was giving him through the ENTIRE lecture because he was right. The reason Toshinori's sitting in this chair right now and not rushing off to the next dispatch request was because of his lack of self-care. The FATIGUE was bound to catch up to him some day — and tonight, he got a taste of the HAVOC pure exhaustion was capable of wreaking.

He messed up. He let the bad guy get a step ahead and ended up paying the price — and he only had his CARELESSNESS towards his own wellbeing to blame. But he'll never admit to such a thing, not when the consequences of his non-sacrifice could mean the suffering of hundreds, thousands even.

For now, he wordlessly offers forward a brown paper bag — the yatsuhashi the other requested. Hopefully, at least for tonight, that was enough to make up for his stubbornness.

"If anyone else was dispatched, I've got a feeling the nine o'clock news would be covering funeral details, instead of how All Might got a little ROUGHED UP on the job." mumbled through another painful huff as he repositions himself in the seat.

"The guy had a chainsaw..." He holds up a finger, and a second shortly after. " — and secreted ACID. It was best that I was there to put a stop to him before he really did hurt somebody."

Toshinori leans back in the chair, hands moving to rest behind his head as his gaze finally locked with Mirai's. "But I guess if dispatch requests are CLOSED for the night, as you say, then you are released." said with a tinge of bitterness in his tone — mainly because the other actually had true reasoning beyond demanding REST to command such a thing. For once. Between however messed up his knee was and whatever was going on with his back, he was in no condition to go back out tonight. Besides, they've had this very argument enough times for the hero to know how it was going to end. Better to call it off now before anyone's feelings truly get hurt...

"Go home, get some rest — don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Mirai looked up from his screen to catch the smile from All Might, a warmth flooded through him at the image, but it was quickly replaced by something much more...bitter. Not that he'd say any of that aloud. Not now, anyways.

And then All Might was gone.

Sir Nighteye let out a heavy sigh, and went back to his work. He caught up on the paperwork of the day, and even made a decent dent into fan mail, sorting through a couple dozen letters for All Might to read later, while also getting a few hundred pre-signed photos prepared to send out.

After an hour and a half had passed, Mirai had, surprisingly, run out of work to do, so he started to to do busywork: clearing out his email, tidying around the mostly-empty office, making himself a cup of tea as he parked himself back at his desk, waiting patiently for All Might's return.

At the two hour mark, Mirai still wasn't completely concerned...Toshinori had a habit of stopping to help anyone who needed him, so him being gone an extra hour or even two or three wasn't unheard of.

But finally, finally, when All Might crashed into the room, Mirai shot back up at attention, the exhaustion having slowly crept into him when he was left to his own devices in a now completely silent office.

"All Might?" He stood, scurrying over to his side, reaching out in an attempt to help stabilize the hero as his eyes scanned over him, making a mental note of any and every injury he could pinpoint through only a glance.

"I'm forwarding the rest of the requests for the evening." Mirai said, firmly, "Are you hurt badly? Let me take a proper look at you." He insisted, leading Toshinori toward his desk, gesturing for him to take a seat.

"You know, this wouldn't happen so often if you just listened to me." He scolded, taking All Might's face in his hands, and moving his head, looking for injuries.

"You are strong, All Might, but you're nowhere near invincible, and overwork does nothing but make you more vulnerable. You'd do yourself and all the rest of this country a favor by just taking a break when needed. There's no reason to go until you burn out. It only leads to scenarios where you get hurt."

He took a breath, slowly releasing his face.

"And did you even get the yatsuhashi?"

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y'all ever just randomly think bout how all might's literally 600 lbs —

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It's almost night and day, the difference between the man in the hallway and the one approaching the launchpad as the request details were read off the report. It probably wouldn't have been so STARK if he wasn't nearing hour fifty-two of a shift — nothing he hasn't done before, but considering he was only able to secure a few hours of sleep before the start of it, before being called out to an URGENT REQUEST, he was really starting to wear thin. Thankfully, that adrenaline fueled second wind does wonders as it begins it's course through veins, stimulated further as limbs were stretched in preparation for take off.

Toshinori stands on his mark, back straightened towards Mirai as the proposal to pass the job along seemingly falls on deaf ears. There's no acknowledgment — no DENIAL, not even a glance back. Because the other man should know better by now than to even suggest such a thing...

— when that line rings, he leaves, because he'd be no HERO refusing help to someone in need.

So the roof once again pries open, Toshinori looking to the bright night sky as the other voices his opinion once again — a more PERSONAL one that does warrant his attention. He angles himself slightly, hands falling to hips as gaze finally finds Mirai's across the room. Though it doesn't take long for the GRAVITY of something akin to remorse to drag it away and down towards his feet after he finishes stating his piece.

There's a long, silent pause. A sign All Might at least heard the man's plea. But he still replies with a few bends at the knees, readying himself for launch.

"Yatsuhashi?" he repeats, another much shorter pause before he flashes an All Might worthy SMILE from his crouched position on the floor, swiftly followed up with a confident thumbs up.

"DEAL." — and only a split second later, he's gone.

It should have been a relatively simple job: get in, subdue the offender, hand him over to Kyoto authorities and get out. Forty-five minutes, possibly an hour's worth of work. But it's not until two and a half hours later that he'll come CRASHING back through the roof of Might tower. Quite literally.

He sticks the landing with a stifled groan, but falls all the way down to a knee before a hand swiftly follows in an attempt to better stabilize himself — in other words, to keep from falling flat on his face. Not anywhere near as GRACEFUL as usual, but perhaps Mirai wouldn't question it after seeing the state he was in earlier. Or, even better, wasn't here to see it.

Making his way back into the office, Nighteye took a seat at his desk, quickly reading over the new request that had come in.

"It's Kyoto." He piped up, requesting more information on the call, one hand lifting to push up his glasses.

Several more messages flooded in.

"It's a villain. Seems to be more of a public nuisance than anything. No civilians injured as of yet. But a modicum of property damage. Quirk is...yet to be determined. The call came to you because of the amount of unknown factors, the potential it could get violent should the wrong type of hero arrive on the scene is...nonzero."

He gestured at the screen.

"I can forward the alert to a closer hero. There are plenty of teams based in and Kyoto with enough variety in their quirks to handle whatever this villain has, but—"

But they called for All Might.

Mirai lifted his arms above his head, stretching out, before dropping his hand to slap a button on his desk.

The roof opened once more.

"It is my professional recommendation that you rest, All Might, and allow someone else to handle this, and it is my selfish recommendation that you do more than just rest."

Mirai threaded his fingers together, resting his chin on them as he gave Toshinori a pointed look.

"But, no matter what you elect to do, as your support, I will back your decision, and assist in whatever way I can."

He glanced up at the open roof, then back at the computer.

It was wishful thinking, to believe Toshinori would ever actually turn down a mission. No matter how small, no matter how many people would be saved. Or...mailboxes, even.

That was one of the many reasons Mirai had admired him, so.

Which was why he had already drafted the confirmation that All Might was on the way, only waiting for Toshinori to step out to hit send.

"Bring me back some yatsuhashi, at least."

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you know, sometimes jail is well deserved —

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There's something about the other's certitude that drew All Might in closer — the tease didn't prove enough to provoke a response from the hero, but it did move a palm to the wall, towering Toshinori over Mirai as the other hand moved to lift at his chin.

"I'm ALWAYS on the clock..." he counters — somewhat truthfully. " — never seemed to stop you before." Now THAT was a tease. One quickly followed up with a kiss used partially to prevent further objection, partially to speed things up as he just KNEW that damned computer would be going off again, as it always did, at the worst possible times.

It's done rather RELUCTANTLY, but he does let off the other at the insistent beeping from the other room.

He could only hope it wasn't an immediate call to action, that the rest of the night could be left to his own needs and desires for once, that the world could live in PEACE without the symbol of peace for at least a few hours. Perhaps it was just a call for an operations meeting! Or an invitation to an EVENT — at...seven o'clock at night.

It's an extremely rare moment of SELFISHNESS that's released only a second later in an almost exaggerated sigh — swiftly wiped away with the dragging of a palm down exhausted features as he stands back straight to roll the tension from his shoulders.

He only catches himself thinking like this when he's severely OVERWORKED, and he knows it. It's not something Toshinori's ever mentioned out loud before, but knowing Mirai, after so many years, the hero's sure he's caught on by now. It wasn't something he hid very well behind closed doors. Still, he puts on the remnants of a SMILE as he steps aside, one hand still leaning to the wall while the other graces the walkway before them — encouraging Nighteye along as he echoes the other with only a tinge of jest in his voice,

"Duty calls..."

@osoreruna : 🎲 — AND, AND SIR,, ↪ 35. A kiss against a wall

It had been a long day, at the end of a very long week.

All Might didn't take days off, so the staff was, no doubt, rolling over into another very long week. Or, at least, Sir Nighteye was.

Nearly everyone else had gone home, save for a few lingering custodial staff. But the top floor of Might tower was silent. It was around this time that Mirai got most of his work done. No fielding strange comments from reporters or even stranger requests from fans. It was just him and his paperwork.

And All Might, crashing in through the ceiling for the fourth time that hour, before speeding off to the next job.

Shortly after All Might had left, Mirai noticed the printer was low on ink. Ah. The thrilling life of a pencil pusher.

He left the main office, turning down an excessively long hallway, just to grab a single ink cartridge from the supply closet.

Turning around, he realized he was not alone, as he came face-to-face (or, well, face-to-chest) with—

"All Might," Sir Nighteye smiled, leaning against the wall, not even feigning surprise as the taller man started to enclose. "You know, for someone so against me using Foresight on him, you sure are...predictable."

The last syllable of the word dragged out as Nighteye tilted his head up, only partially guided by Toshinori's hand, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he let out a small laugh.

"We're on the clock, you know." But he allowed Toshinori to press closer, leaning up, into him all the same, his eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to indulge in a kiss that was, perhaps, a bit much for a professional environment.

He felt his back being pressed against the wall, and, for a moment, he almost allowed himself to get lost in that fantasy—only for a familiar beeping on his computer in the next room alerting him to yet another call for All Might's assistance.

"—Ah, well." Mirai pulled himself away, nodding back toward the office. "Duty calls."

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i'm pretty sure all might dabs... maybe even on purpose —

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during your early days as a hero, did you ever think someone was a villian just from how they looked?

" — NO."

There's absolutely no hesitation in his answer. And it's declared with full CONFIDENCE that he wouldn't be challenged on the matter. It's not only something he actively practiced avoiding, even now after so many years of doing hero work, but something he learned to be just outright WRONG when he was very young.

He recalls the first time he met his wrestling instructor, when he was a mere five years old — someone that was often feared due to his appearance. It was partially due to the fact that he was a heteromorph, which was extremely RARE back then. But it was also due to the fact that his physical features partially resembled a grizzly bear. Not to be confused with a teddy bear...

Admittedly, Toshinori remembers being frightened by him at first, even hiding behind his mother's legs after catching the first glimpse of him from the doorway of the gym. That man looked to be exactly what every form of super hero media he'd consumed would make out to be a VILLAIN.

He learned that day how wrong that assumption can be — this point only proven further the day his parents died, when he was only eleven years old, as that very man would come to accept Toshinori into his own home when he ended up with nowhere else to go.

"EVERYONE deserves a chance to establish themselves and their true ideals without the cloudiness of JUDGEMENT, without you predetermining it for them." Hands move to rest on his hips, gaze sharpening as he declares his next sentence with vigor.

"Especially not based off their physical appearance..."

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cropping icons because my brain is mush and tbh staring at pages with content like this isn't helping anything at all —

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thinkin' bout people actually calling toshinori by his name — because, well...i honestly can't see MOST people calling him anything other than all might, even after his retirement. AND THAT'S OKAY !! that's good for him, in it's own special way — how everyone, especially his students and fellow teachers, still see him as all might...he needs to hear that now more than ever, really. but that's not what i'm talking about in this post, i'm talking about the few people that'll call him TOSHINORI !! you gotta realize, it's been years, and years, and years since he's really heard it used so casually. in canon, we have david, who knew him as toshinori before he went all out with the whole all might thing. we have naomasa, who only calls him toshinori initially because that's what he first met him as ( when toshi was pretending to not be all might. but we haven't seen him addressed as such since then. ). gran torino, who he hasn't made any attempts to visit or talk to in forever. and...that's it ??? before that was nana, who has been gone for over 35-ish years... he has been ALL MIGHT and nobody else for over 30 years. he is only significant under the name of all might. you know what toshinori needs ?? someone meaningful, someone substantial to him to give the name TOSHINORI the same significance. to say his name with purpose. with meaning. the same way all might was called upon for all those years...

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The disappointment Aizawa radiated was PALPABLE. Even as his expression neutralized, his words struck like daggers, Toshinori's gaze retreating to the floor as if that'd make it any easier to bare.

"I wish."

"That'd really simplify things, huh?" he laughs under his breath, a bit uneasily. Honestly, he sort of hoped Aizawa had an idea where the key was...

"They're..." he pauses, thinking over the implications of telling his fellow teacher the TRUTH behind how he really ended up in this situation — quickly deciding, if he really wanted to get out of this predicament, it'd be best to tell Shota everything.

" — MIDNIGHT'S..." he finally admitted, rather defeatedly. "How mad do you think she'd be if I broke them?" It's asked plainly, Toshinori clearly having pondered the idea before the other even showed up. It's really the only reason he hasn't done it already...

Where as other's would likely laugh, the only expression that was even remotely etched on Erasers face for a split second was one of disappointment followed up by a cold stare, something as simple as this and the number one hero had asked him of all people for help?

"Are you serious...?" Maybe it was more so the fact he knew Aizawa wouldn't laugh or go around gossiping about it.

"Ridiculous" A groan, a hand slapped into his face and was pulled down of his chin in utter disbelief, his work flow and focus broken for this? and more so, did he actually want to know how he ended up in a situation like this? maybe ignorance was bliss.

"Before we do anything irrational like destroying furniture, do you know where the key is?..."

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It's JARRING seeing the kid like this — so thin-skinned and wounded...

He realizes now, watching the boy's visceral reaction bubble to fruition, that perhaps he'd overreacted — or, rather, OVERSTEPPED. He caught the kid in one of those rare moments of vulnerability — meaning, for Bakugou, Toshinori had managed a glimpse past that rough and tough exterior of his. It was a moment of pure DISTRESS.

Ever the hero, even in this state, Toshinori didn't hesitate to intrude. But, just as in hero work, sometimes people just don't want to be saved. And that clearly was the case here.

"I have NO DOUBT you do, young Bakugou."

"Your STRENGTH...your tenacity — it's beyond anything I've ever seen in a student. Even most heroes. And I will never underrate that."

"However," the continuation is immediate, but he stops there. Partially to gather his own thoughts, to procure his next sentence THOUGHTFULLY, with the delicacy of such a scenario in mind. Thankfully, he's quite familiar with the feeling.

" — just because you can bare your teeth and handle it, doesn't mean you SHOULD. Or have to — at least not ALONE. Understand that." He could only assume how insincere that may sound, coming from ALL MIGHT of all people. It's definitely something he's had to learn himself in recent years — and something he's still working on accepting. He can only HOPE such a thing won't alter the integrity of his statement — that perhaps, hearing it from him may even help it sink a little deeper.

"And..." There's a pause, gaze only momentarily casting to the ground before being dragged back up with a hand that moves to rest on the boy's shoulder. It's another few seconds before he dares a step closer, arms moving to wrap around the kid in as close to an embrace as the other would probably allow in such a vulnerable moment. "I'm sorry it had to get to this point — regardless of you telling me or not, I should've noticed sooner."

TRANSMISSION FROM @osoreruna : "why didn't you say something before? why didn't you tell me? tell SOMEONE?" EMOTIONAL STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

feeling interrogated is one thing. katsuki has been on the receiving end of that before, where people try to delve in to find the heart of the reason, determined to mine out the truth even if they have to take a sledgehammer to it / that, he could handle. he didn't spend a lot of time caring about extras trying to get something out of him, because he didn't care about them.

but nothing prepares him for the feeling of interrogation from his idol, his mentor, one of the few people he holds in high regards ; nothing prepares him for all might asking that question of why.

the young bakugou's teeth grit together. his brows furrow, gaze avoiding all might's while his hands clench into tight fists. some of the choice words he has in mind never make it past his throat, while others await on the tip of his tongue, waiting for the moment he cracks ... [ because while the hurricane spirals and lashes against the world, a boy resides in the eye, sheltered and protected and isolated all the same. ] ... and can't contain his thoughts anymore.

why didn't you say something before, the question echoes, and katsuki finally snaps back ; ❛ why the fuck would i ?! ❜ his shoulders ache with their rigidity, palms hurting at his nails embedding into calloused skin. his hands shake. with his fringe in the way, it's hard to see anything beyond the curled up and vicious snarl he wears - but he makes himself smaller, almost, hunching over with his arms closing around him. [ stains of hot salt water sting his cheeks, but he refuses to lift his gaze and face his idol. ]

katsuki's fingers curl with tension, no longer digging into palms ... but they are rigid instead, tendons and muscles struggling to maintain their position as the ache snakes its way up his arms. ❛ i don't treat my issues like they're some story people are entitled to hear ! all they'll do at the end of it is pity me, anyway, and i don't need that. hell, i don't fucking want that ! ❜

a sharp breath follows, and katsuki reaches to grab at his other arm. his heart hammers against his ribcage. its furious and erratic beat gnashes at bone with an intense protest, his lungs filling up with a billowing and thick smoke that smothers oxygen, even as he tries to control his breathing. the inner tempest roars and presses violently against his larynx. he wanted so, so badly to not lose himself in front of all might like this / he was fighting it with every fibre of his being.

[ but as he steadies his breath enough to talk, he knows : it was a fight he couldn't win. not this time. ]

❛ this is my shit to deal with, and i - i have it handled. ❜ his aching hand reaches to wipe away at the string of salt water down his face, grimacing at its texture. ❛ don't treat me like i haven't. ❜

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gonna try to work on my drafts that have been saved the longest today ( the ones that make me cry ) —

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"I don't think you give yourself enough CREDIT, Aizawa. I'm not nearly as fast as I used to be." he huffed through a laugh before launching straight into the air. "But I'm still CLOSE!"

"Detroit..."

All Might/ @osoreruna said: “Come on then — show me what you’ve got!”

"You're joking right? You'll knock me out before I can even Erase your quirk...I've seen how fast you are...though I'm not one to say no to a challenge."

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well i'm just gonna go lay down and die now —

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toshinori is a horrible gift giver.

just know you are getting ALL MIGHT MERCH, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE-