#Toshinori x oc

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“What? Don’t like me smoking Kazuno?”

More art of Kazuno & toshi!! I’m so proud of how the drawing turned out

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* As if she’d actually say no

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Sweethearts AU of my self-insert OC isekai fic, Reincarnation For Dummies

Convo Close up:

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Apricity || Toshinori x OC

(One-Shot series 1/? - regularly updated every Saturday.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Toshinori x OC, All Might x OC, Smol Might, All Might is a Ray of Sunshine, I Just Want Smol Might to Eat, A Nice Moonlit Beach, Popsicles and Ice Cream, Symbol of Peace to the Rescue

Word Count: 4,653 words

Summary: Ichijiku loves going to the beach and listening to the stories the seagulls tell her, but one evening she sees a stranger being bullied and stands up against his offenders. One spontaneous game of tag, a trip to get ice cream, and some friendly banter later they exchange numbers to keep in touch. As they spend more time together, what sort of secrets will Toshinori and Ichijiku reveal to each other?

Chapter 1: Best of Both Worlds

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Nothing beats the salty brine in the air or the warm crunch of sand underfoot from an evening on the beach. The moon paints a story as it reflects off the waves and the seagulls carry on oral tradition to pass the story along their route. Closing my eyes and listening to the hiss of water trickling into the dry sand helps me relax all my muscles and sigh out today's frustrations.

But there's a sound that disrupts the auditory symphony around me.

"Ew, gross! What the hell are you?" A young voice taunts.

"I'm sorry. I can leave." A tired voice responds.

"You better. You're ruining the scenic view of the beach!"

Normally, I'm not one to get into other peoples' conversations, but after listening to Grandma all day and wondering what this stranger might be going through that he can't even get a break at the beach makes me get up and head towards the only other group of people here.

"Your attitude is ruining the blissful silence." I sass back as I get within hearing range.

There are two blondes, a brunette, and a ginger in my view. All male. You're trying to get killed, aren't you, Ichijiku? No one deserves to be treated less than human. No matter what they look like!

One of the blondes seems to be the victim, because the other three are all wearing smirks and surrounding him. Said victim is tall with a decrepit face and he looks horrified that I've shown up. I can only feel a little tug in my squishy heart for him. He looks a little thin and worse for wear, but that's no reason to call someone ugly or disgusting!

"What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?" The ginger stands a foot taller than me and seems to think that means I'll cower under him as he towers above me. Not a chance.

"I'm simply here to remind you that this beach is a public space to everyone, not just your massive ego." I purr sweetly, eyes glinting fiercely in the moonlight.

He doesn't appear visibly scared of me - and who would? - but he does shift his weight so he isn't looming over me as much. "Yeah? Well this guy could hardly be considered a person. Have you gotten a good look at him?"

"He's as much human as you and I." I say simply. "Just because you don't like the looks of him doesn't mean anything's wrong with him."

He scoffs, nods, and his two buddies take both of his sides, closing me in.

"Hey, leave her alone." The thin man reaches out, his voice sounding vaguely familiar in his determination and warning tones.

But he really needn't worry.

"Lay off, Pops. We'll be gentle with her." The brunette licks his lips suggestively.

And that's about all he does, because in the next moment I yawn nice and loud. I take a few steps back as all three of them simultaneously flop forward, unconscious and asleep. I step around them and over to the taller man. Taller even than the three goons picking on him. They clearly didn't have any sense of self-preservation.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, tilting my head a bit to look up at him.

"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing, but it appears you had yourself handled." He chuckles, finally meeting my eyes. "I apologize for causing a disturbance."

"I'm not sure why you're apologizing. You didn't do anything." I snort, before looking at the sleeping group of misfits on the ground. I nod towards my stuff further down the beach. "C'mon. Walk with me. You seem like you could use a buddy. I'm Ichijiku."

"Toshinori."

I start the trek towards my beach towel and adventure bag.

"You didn't have to put yourself in danger for my sake, you know." Toshinori says softly.

"Yeah? Tell that to every pro hero who's ever rescued someone." I tease, pausing for a moment a few feet away from my towel to sit in the sand and sift through a little collection of shells. I just need one more. A purple one.

"I guess you've got me there." There's a smirk in his tone and then I feel him shift until he's sitting beside me. "But you could have gotten seriously hurt, and I can take care of myself."

"Of that, I have no doubt." I say for his credit as I toss a blue shell towards the rippling waves. "But no one should be allowed to say such awful things. As someone who grew up in a household like that...sometimes the best advocate is someone who's outside the situation. Stranger or not."

The air is quiet for a time as we both just appreciate the others' presence. I keep tossing out shells until there's none left. Dang. No luck today. I pull my knees up to my chest and just watch the water for some time.

"So, what brought you out to the beach on this fine evening?" I finally ask.

"Mm?" He turns to look at me and I can see reality sinking back into his gaze. "Oh. I just wanted some time to clear my head. I..." He opens his mouth, then closes it. "Nevermind. It's nothing. Suffice it to say that I've been having to come to terms with some distressing news."

"Understandable." I hum softly. "I'm no stranger to distressing news. Is it something you want to talk about or that you need a distraction from?"

"Definitely a distraction." He sighs.

An idea starts forming in my mind. Are you an idiot? He's a stranger! You're taking everything he says at face value. There's no harm in helping him feel better after those people were being so cruel to him. He deserves a break. Indeed. But keep your guard up, just in case. He is still a stranger. I know.

"Well, in that case..." I tap his arm and then jump up to bolt down the beach side. "Tag! You're it!"

I make it maybe thirty feet before I feel a hand tap my shoulder.

"You're it!"

I swat at him again and miss with a little squeal as I slip in the sand. I manage to catch myself before I fall completely and dart right back after him.

"You tall people and your long legs!" I call at his back as I try to pace myself without inducing an asthma attack.

It at least gets a laugh from him. Our impromptu game doesn't last long, but soon we're both panting and giggling in the sand. I'm wheezing, but I pull my inhaler from my bag and give it a few good sprays to manage my mucus-filled airways.

"Oh, hey, sorry. If I'd known you had asthma–"

"You better not say you'd have taken it easy on me, because I'd have punched you straight in the jaw." I laugh, leaning back on my elbows in the sand. "Just because I've got a health condition doesn't make me helpless. It just means I have to find a different way to do the things I enjoy."

He gives me an odd look, his eyes sparkling a bit. I find I enjoy it, as it doesn't look as sad as the expression he wore before our little game.

"So, I've told you about why I was out here...why are you out on the beach alone this evening? You know, aside from being here so you can play tag with strangers." He smiles and I move a little closer to him.

The smile he gets in response doesn't fully reach my eyes. I look into the sand and heave a little sigh.

"I sort of hinted earlier that I grew up in a critical household. Specifically, my grandma was the culprit of that dynamic." I lay all the way back in the sand to look at the stars so I don't feel as lame or pathetic admitting all of this. "You could say that she has to have something to be upset about because nothing ever pleases her. And ever since I was born, I've been the scapegoat for most of that. She called me today to remind me of all my shortcomings, so I needed someplace to relax and clear my head."

Silence stretches between us and the stars. I'm grateful for the comfort I receive from the twinkling lights above me. It's like they're winking at me, telling me that everything is going to be okay. Or like their eyes are glassy with emotions, showing how much they empathize with you. I wonder what tales the stars have of their own. I often wonder too...

"I'm sorry to hear that. I've only known you for the better part of this evening, but based on my experience, it doesn't take long with someone like you to recognize a compassionate heart." Toshinori turns his head to look at me, and I turn to meet his gaze.

"I appreciate that. I've been working on trying to convince myself of that." I chuckle, reaching across the sand to squeeze his hand. I hope that wasn't taken as too intimate of a gesture. I feel like I'm on a date, and all I've done is run around with him and talked. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so close so quickly. You needed a listening ear, and there's nothing wrong with that. But you are wise to be wary of your emotions.

"Well...take it from an outside party," He winks. "You're more than what you give yourself credit for."

My rumbling tummy promptly ruins the mood.

"Sorry." I flush and sit up. I start rummaging through my adventure bag for a granola bar, but find that I failed to pack anything. "Ugh. Squirrel brain..." I mutter.

"You must be hungry. What have you eaten today? Would you like to grab a bite for dinner? Or do you just need a snack?" Toshinori offers. "It's the least I can do for helping me out back there."

"Just a snack should be fine." I say quickly, not wanting to admit that it will probably be the only thing I've eaten all day. "But you don't have to do that. It really was nothing."

"I insist. Besides, it's not safe for you to be out alone so late. I'm sure you're more than capable, but allow me an act of chivalry." He grins.

I can't help but laugh at that. He's not so bad. I could get used to him. I wonder if I can get his number so we can stay friends. "You're probably right about that. If All Might has to save me one more time, he might start charging me a fee."

There's a knowing smile on his face coupled with his shock that makes me giggle. I figured he might find that amusing!

"All Might? Now, this I've got to hear. What did you do to warrant him saving you? More trouble like tonight?"

"Noooo! The other two times weren't my fault!" I pout up at him. "I actually instigated neither of those situations!"

"Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Listen, I'm not above pretending to need saving so All Might will come here again so he can prove it to you!" I say in a stern tone, but I'm laughing too much to be taken seriously. "I was a victim of circumstance!"

"What sort of circumstances then?" He asks with a shake of his head as he helps me grab my towel and my bag.

"The first time was in a skating rink. A villain with an ice quirk was messing with the rink as everyone was trying to get off of it. I, being the graceful person I am, kept slipping and ended up trapped in said ice." I snort, leaving out parts of the story.

"Is that so?" He laughs, and I can't look at him because the look on his face makes me feel like he might be able to catch me lying if I stare for too long.

He doesn't need to know that I kept trying to help the other people in the rink. He might think I was stupid for not saving myself...or maybe after tonight it wouldn't be that surprising. Gah! I don't know how to interact with people! Relax. Just keep telling the story.

"Yeah, and All Might showed up shortly after. He managed to help save me from the villain and get him tied up. You can imagine...I was freezing! I didn't even get to thank him properly." I shake my head. "I know that he doesn't save people for all the popularity and stuff, but I still wanted to show him my gratitude. Thankfully, a second villain a few weeks after that decided to snatch me up as a hostage. Since All Might rescued me then, I was able to share my gratitude." I kick a rock out of my path.

"I'm sure he knows you're grateful. He's a busy guy, ya know? He understands."

"Oh, I know. I get that he's a big hero and symbol that everyone takes for granted, but I wanted him to know that I wasn't grateful just because he's a hero. I was thankful because he's heroic, and yes, there's a difference." I stick my tongue out at him.

"The world could use more people with that ideology." Toshinori sighs, looking ahead of us. "Hey, there's an ice cream stand ahead. Want to get some ice cream in remembrance of your skating rink incident?"

"Oooo, yes!" I agree, already picking up my pace. "I'm so ready. I've been craving popsicles lately."

"You don't come to an ice cream stand to get popsicles." He crinkles his nose.

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?" I giggle, already looking over the menu and deciding on an orange popsicle.

"Listen, with as many times as you've had to be saved, ice cream might be what All Might asks for as payment." Toshinori laughs, placing his order and then stepping aside.

"If ice cream is the only payment the Symbol of Peace wants for saving thousands upon thousands of people...I can't really say much. Because I'd probably do the same. Ice cream is the best." I grin, putting in my order and then turning my bag around so I can start pulling out my wallet.

"It's together." I hear Toshinori say, and then a receipt starts printing out that he takes.

I stand with my mouth agape.

"You sneaky little weasel! I was gonna pay for it! You weren't supposed to do that!"

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?" He smirks.

I make my most unamused face at him before I can't help cracking a smile. I shake my head.

"All I'm saying is if All Might takes your ice cream, it'll be poetic justice."

"Consider the decision justified, then." He says, taking a bite of his ice cream.

I just roll my eyes and take the popsicle. For the next few moments, we're quiet as we indulge in our sweet treats. I follow him as he leads me down the street, pointing out a few places he frequents.

"You've been to that karaoke bar? I've been there a couple of times with my friends. It's pretty nice! And the snacks are amazing." I comment whenever he points out Shigouraiki Karaoke Bar.

"I was about to say, the snacks are the best part. I'm usually by myself, though." He admits, taking another bite from his Mighty Mix ice cream.

"Well, we'll have to change that. Give me your number and I'll invite you some time. Karaoke's no fun by yourself!" I pull out my phone. When he pulls his out too, I tap the top of my phone against his. "There. Don't mind the weird picture."

Toshinori laughs. It's beginning to feel familiar and warm to make up for the cold popsicle.

"What's with the sassy look? You have a blue gift bow on the top of your head, did someone give you a bad gift?" He teases.

"You had to be there to understand." I giggle, about halfway done with my popsicle now. I find myself slowing down because I don't want to stop talking with him. "My friend Hanayuki was taking pictures of me with the bow on my head, and I thought she was done taking them. So I sent her a sassy look and she betrayed me."

"I'm glad she did. The sass suits you." A dribble of ice cream runs down his fingers and he looks at me. "Mind grabbing my napkin?"

"I gotcha." I take the napkin and dab one hand so he can get the other. "My house is only a few more blocks past this shopping district. And then you'll be free of me."

"The world will soon seem duller, then." The sorrow in his tone sounds genuine. "Do you think we could meet up again, sometime soon?"

"Of course! I might even manage to garner a presence from All Might." I wink.

"I look forward to it."

As we make the final trek to my house, I toss my popsicle stick into the nearest trash receptacle. This shouldn't feel like a date when I've only just met him. But he's so easy to talk to. I grab my keys from my bag before turning to him.

"Thank you for walking me home, Toshinori, I appreciate it."

"It's not a problem. Thank you for the company, Ichijiku." He grins as he looks down at me. "I look forward to seeing you again. This was...certainly the best time I've had hanging out with someone in a while."

"Likewise." I say as I crinkle my nose playfully. "Stay safe tonight."

"I'll be sure to call you if I need saving."

"You'd better!"

. . . . .

Toshinori ends up needing to be saved rather frequently. He calls to invite me to his house, where he needs saving from loneliness. He calls to invite me to the karaoke bar, where he needs saving from discordant music notes. He calls to invite me to dinner, where he needs saving from an empty stomach.

At long last, he calls to invite me to be his girlfriend, where he needs saving from a life without me.

"Aww, Toshi-kun, you could have just asked over dinner." I laugh into the receiver while watering plants.

"I know, but...there were people around and I wasn't sure. I was a little scared, to be honest." I can hear the shyness in his voice.

"Well, I'm glad you asked me at all." I admit, moving on into the warmer fuzzier feelings of being his girlfriend. He makes me so happy. "Now you get to help me go through all of the pet names I've been going over in my head. How does schnookums sound?"

"Like a disease."

"Agreed. I hate it. Next one. How are we feeling about darling?"

"It's not bad. I don't know that it fits me."

"Perhaps I'll reserve it for when I'm feeling fanciful. What are your thoughts on honey bunches of oats?"

"Like the cereal? I already feel fragile. I don't want to feel old too." He chuckles.

"That's fair." I reach down to pet my cat as I think up another. "Do you have any objections to lover boy?"

"Mm, it has potential."

"My thoughts exactly, lover boy." I blow a kiss over the receiver. "The others will have to wait, though, because it's just occurred to me that I'm all out of green yarn. And that, my dear, simply will not do."

"My dear has a nice ring to it." He says. "But I'll let you go then. Be safe. Don't talk to strangers."

"Now, Toshinori, when have I ever spoken to strangers?" I ask, grabbing my bag and keys and heading out the door.

"I happen to recall this one night on the beach..."

"Oh dear..."

"And you ran into this tall, decrepit man getting bullied by three strangers..."

"Will you never let me live it down, beloved?"

"Oh! I like that one."

"Yeah, me too." I smile. "But bye-bye, foreels this time. I have to drive."

"Okay, stay safe."

"I will."

For the next thirty minutes, I follow up on my promise. I drive safe, make it to the hobby store safely, and start perusing the yarn section with caution. I manage to grab maybe three skeins of yarn before the shelves rattle dangerously. I notice the other shelves starting to collapse and rush to the end of the aisle to get out of the way, but I don't completely make it.

Pain ripples through my lower back and legs as the shelf catches my back end. Thankfully, my top half is unmarred and able to look around. Lo and behold, a villain starts walking from the back of the store with a gleaming grin on his face. Are you kidding me? A third time?! You'd think they had a radar for when to ruin my day.

"All of you were unsuspecting, right? No one thought the clerk up front could be a villain. That's the problem with society. Everyone thinks evil has the same face!" He roars, kicking another shelf over. It dominoes into the others across from me as I cover my head.

Screams cut across the store as I grit my teeth and try to move once the rumbling fades. Come on, gotta get out! Other people could get hurt! I manage to wiggle a bit, but another wave of searing heat grips my calf, and I know I shouldn't move anymore.

A hand grips my chin tightly as the villain makes me look up at him. I glare at him with all the tiger in my body.

"How does it feel knowing no one will save you?" He whispers to me.

"How does it feel knowing no one will listen to you?" I growl back.

"How does it feel knowing I am here!" A thunderous clap resounds through the store as All Might stomps his foot on the ground.

I don't even blink before a punch sends the villain hurdling back away from me. Relief floods my bones so quickly I feel tears prickling in my eyes. A cacophony of thoughts swirl in my head while the fight ensues. Everything from cheering him on to win the fight to jokingly wondering if I can get him to meet Toshinori and wondering if he'll want ice cream as payment for his services. My brain isn't fully there.

But All Might is fully there, and that's quite literally the only thing keeping me alive.

Once the sound of police sirens accompanies the lack of fighting, I watch All Might hand off the villain to the police. A rescue team makes eye contact with me and one of the men voices my predicament.

"Someone's trapped under that shelf!" He gapes.

"You guys help the others and point out anyone else who needs my help. I'll start with helping this young woman." All Might responds, and in another moment, I'm once again face-to-face with the Symbol of Peace. "I've been seeing you around a lot, young lady." He grunts as he starts lifting both yarn shelves to keep one from collapsing into the other on top of me.

His eyes glisten with mischief as he looks down on me. I can see the blue in his eyes. That blue looks so familiar... I think, before I catch his expression and I understand. Toshinori...

"You're..." I whimper as I begin dragging myself free. "...going to have to start charging me an ice cream fee...with how often you have to save me."

Once I'm free of the shelves, All Might sets them down and turns back to me. His eyes give him away. That soft expression and even his iconic smile tilts up in a way now so familiar to me. He cradles me delicately, perhaps a bit intimately given the secret we both know I've uncovered, before he sets me down in an ambulance outside.

"You..." He opens his mouth and pauses, shaking his head. "I know you must think..." Another pause. "I want to explain..." His face looks so worried and awkward and scared, before he turns as a police officer calls for help from inside the store. His signature smile returns. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I have to go help them." And then he disappears.

I'm crying by the time the EMT reaches me.

Once it's all said and done, my minor wounds are dressed and I'm advised to take it easy on my leg.

"If you have a friend who can take you home now, I'd advise giving them a call. Otherwise, we'll have to find someone to take you home, and it may be a while." The man informs me, but I don't fully hear him.

The world around me swims by in a murky grey as I try to make sense of everything that's just transpired. It's not that any of it is bad, it's just that a lot has happened. A few more tears trickle down my cheeks as I just nod and pull out my phone. It sustained minimal damage thanks to my screen protector and padded buttcheeks.

I scroll to Toshinori and feel my heart ache. He's the only one I want to take me home but...

"I can take it from here." All Might's voice interrupts.

The EMT looks up at him like he's just won the lottery. I look up at him like I'm seeing a ghost.

"O-Of course! Sh-She needs..."

"To get home, so I heard. I don't mind giving the wounded woman a lift!" He says with a smile, before offering his hand. "Ma'am, if you can give me your address, I can get you there safely."

I utter the proper address before he tucks me in his chest again and we're flying. The heights make my tummy swim with butterflies. I don't say anything as the world passes by us.

"I'm sorry again, Ichichan, that I didn't tell you." He says, his voice just a bit louder to make himself heard over the wind. "I can understand if you're upset."

"I-It's not that." I admit, closing my eyes as I try to decipher how I'm feeling. "It's just a lot to process. But it also worries me."

"What do you mean?"

"When you're..." I want to say Toshinori, but it doesn't feel right, because I know he's the same no matter his form. So I use a different nickname. "When you're Smol Might...I already worry that I don't deserve you. You're so kind and sweet, and more than I deserve, really. But...knowing that you're also All Might...it makes me feel even less deserving. You've helped a lot of people and done so much good. I don't really see how you could consider me worth a second glance in either scenario."

All is quiet until we reach my house. Toshinori has to give the door an extra shove since my bag was lost under the shelves in the hobby store, and then we make it inside where he sets me down. Steam starts hissing around him until he exhales and coughs, a splash of blood decorating his hand. He wipes it off on his costume, now three times too big.

He kneels by the couch and cups my face, eyes shining their perfect blue.

"You deserve so much more than me." He breathes, thumb rubbing over my skin. I hold his hand there, enjoying the intimacy. "Even with all I've done as a Symbol, you deserve more. And I mean that."

My little frame rattles as I hug his arm.

"You...You won't leave me?"

"No, Ichichan," He promises, leaning in and making my lips tingle with our first, perfect kiss. "I am here."

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Trying out a more cartoony style of drawing!

Im thinking of writing an all might x reader fic on my fic tumblr, ive got the first chapter, now I just need to figure out the rest 😬

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Pairing: All Might x OC Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: hurt/comfort, trauma, loss, brief swearing A/N: Thanks for commissioning me again, @little-miss-melanin​! It means a lot that you trust me to write your OC, Ayumi Nashimoto. 💛

Toshinori Yagi considers himself a patient man. He realizes many things in life move at their own pace, and trying to hasten them often ends in pointless frustration.

But five weeks…

Yumi has been away for five weeks.

It was supposed to be two, at most. Then it became three. In the fourth week, he realized he wasn’t sleeping well, too distracted by the empty space beside him in their bed.

And in the fifth, he felt brittle with anxiety, as if a single blow might shatter him. Something had clearly gone wrong, but of course no one would tell him anything.

The thing about having once been All Might, the Symbol of Peace, is the past tense of it all. He was the number one hero. But not anymore. It’s an adjustment he’s still reconciling, even years after the fact.

It means that confidential missions organized by the Hero Commission are inaccessible to him. Instead, he’s had to subsist on infrequent texts from Yumi, assuring him she’s fine.

She’s not, though. He feels it with such a heavy certainty, it’s impossible to ignore.

All afternoon, he’s been compulsively checking his phone to make sure her flight landed on time, to reread her too-short texts, to double-check that dinner will be delivered later this evening, because there’s no way either of them will be in the mood to cook.

He’s been pacing the apartment so diligently, he wonders if he might wear a path in the living room rug.

And then finally — finally — the door opens.

“Hey, Toshi.” Yumi steps inside, dropping her heavy duffel onto the floor as she kicks off her boots. She manages a smile, but it’s small and wavering.

Her exhaustion bleeds through, from the way she carries herself to the faint dark circles under her eyes. Shuffling forward, she sighs deeply when Toshinori meets her halfway, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her into his chest.

“I’m home,” she weakly murmurs, and he kisses the top of her head, blinking back helpless tears of relief that have sprung to his eyes.

“You’re home.”

They stay like that for several long moments before Yumi finally pulls away, sighing yet again. “I’m sure you’re dying to know what happened.”

The way she says it — deadpan, with an almost bitter tone — has Toshinori frowning. But he places a hand on her back and leads her to the couch before answering with, “Let me make you some tea.”

When he returns from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with the tea set the two of them bought last Christmas, he takes in the way Yumi seems to have sunk into the couch cushions, hugging a pillow against her stomach.

Something went very, very wrong. His instincts have been saying so since that unplanned third week, but now they’re practically screaming it.

He places the tray on the coffee table and sits down beside her, resting a hand on her knee. “We can talk about it whenever you want. It doesn’t have to be right now.”

But it seems that his soft, warm words give her the encouragement she needs to speak, taking things slow as she explains the mission and why she was gone for so long.

The Hero Commission recruited her, along with many other local heroes, for a task force to handle a group of villains hiding out in a mountain ridge to the south. The two weeks they had planned out accounted for surveillance, planning, and then carrying out the mission.

But what they had been led to believe was a small group ended up being much bigger.

“Even our own surveillance failed us,” Yumi says, frustrated, as she takes a sip of tea. “Between our stupidly limited resources from the Commission and underground portions of the facility that we had no idea even existed…”

Toshinori’s lips press into a thin line as she goes on, explaining that the heroes were forced to retreat from that initial fight. And over the next several weeks, they all realized again and again that they did not have the upper hand.

“After one of the last fights, the villains retreated to a nearby city. A small one, thankfully. We evacuated as many civilians as we could, but in the end…”

Yumi’s teacup shakes in her hand, and she carefully sets it aside before telling him, “The structural damage was extensive. And we suffered too many casualties for me to think of this as a victory.”

Toshinori’s fists are clenched on his knees, his brow furrowed with concern. There’s more that she isn’t saying. What she’s told him is the bare bones of it. But what she went through, for five torturous weeks…

He knows that what she’s feeling must be overwhelming. So much so, that it’s probably hard to even know how to begin processing it all. But if she doesn’t, it will consume her. He’s seen it happen firsthand.

When it looks like she’s about to speak, he leans forward, encouraged. But then she bites out, her voice cracking with emotion, “It shouldn’t have happened. I should have been better.”

“Yumi, no. Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.” She looks up at him with eyes widened in an effort to keep her tears at bay. “If I had been better, good people would still be alive.”

Toshinori’s chest aches as he reaches out, trying to offer her some reassurance. “You did everything you could. I’m certain of that.”

“You weren’t there, Toshi. You don’t know.”

“But I know you,” he protests, feeling panicked when she simply huffs in response, pushing herself up off the couch.

He’s not finished. He needs to get through to her, somehow convince her that guilt isn’t the answer. She needs time to mourn and deal with everything that happened, no matter how painful that will be.

“You’re a good person, Yumi. A damn good hero. You give everything your all, always.” He reaches for her again as he tries to keep his voice even and calm. “I know what you’re feeling. But you can’t run from it or blame yourself. You need to —”

It’s in that moment that something snaps. Yumi turns to him, her gaze fierce, as she hisses, “You don’t know. You have no idea.”

Staring up at him, her bottom lip trembles even as she jabs a finger into his chest. “All Might always saved everyone. All Might was always the shining, golden hero who could do no wrong.”

Yumi takes another step towards him, and he can see that she’s trembling with anger. “All Might always won. And when he won, he never came home with his colleagues — his friends — in body bags.”

Her sharp words seem to hang in the air after she’s said them. Toshinori watches her expression crumble, shifting from heartbroken fury to shock and embarrassment, and then, finally, to shame, her tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Yumi —”

But before he can say anything, she turns and quickly walks down the hall. Toshinori feels rooted to the spot as he hears the bathroom door close and lock, followed by muffled sounds of sobbing.

He stares at nothing for a while, his mind trying to catch up to his heart — which, admittedly, is feeling somewhat bruised after Yumi’s verbal lashing.

He knows, though, that everything she said came from a place of fear and exhaustion and grief. None of it was personal. When Nana Shimura died, he was much the same way, taking out his messy, tangled emotions on Gran Torino.

And he remembers how his mentor reacted. Instead of fighting back or telling him to get out, he sat down. He looked at him — really looked at him, Toshinori, eighteen years old and terrified and lost, not simply the newest wielder of One for All.

And he listened.

Toshinori walks down the hall and sits with his back against the bathroom door. He can tell Yumi is sitting in a similar position on the other side, her sniffles subsiding enough for her to speak.

“I’m sorry. I f-feel awful…” Her head lifts and then settles back against the wood, and he can feel it. “I’m a terrible hero — a t-terrible partner, too.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He says it gently, turning his head towards the seam of the door against the frame. “I’m not upset, Yumi. I promise.”

When she doesn’t speak, he takes the opportunity to go on. “I meant what I said. If you’re not ready to talk about everything, you don’t have to. We can just sit here. Or I can hold you.

“But you can’t bury it all in guilt. You can’t pretend like you didn’t just go through incredible trauma.”

He turns around, sitting on his knees as he presses a hand to the door. “Don’t suppress your emotions like I did. A smile doesn’t fix everything, and neither does beating yourself up. You’re right, that I’ve never gone through something like this. But…”

But I’ve lost too many people anyway. You can’t win every battle.

Seeming to know what he’s thinking, Yumi finally opens the door. She’s kneeling on the tile floor, her cheeks wet with tears, her expression both knowing and sorrowful.

Without a word, she surges forward and throws her arms around him, hugging him tightly, as if he’s the only thing keeping her afloat.

But then she pulls away, looking almost embarrassed. “If you are upset, I wouldn’t blame you. What I said was —”

Toshinori doesn’t let her finish, pulling her back into his arms. “You didn’t mean it. I know that.”

It takes some maneuvering, but he joins her in the bathroom, legs spread wide so that she can sit between them. His back rests against the wall, while hers is pressed to his chest, his arms holding her close as her breathing continues to steady.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m right here, sweetheart…”

He can feel her relaxing, and eventually, he’ll coax her into taking a bath, changing into pajamas, and letting him read to her for a while. They’ll eat dinner together and then fall asleep with their limbs tangled, like they usually do, and everything will be okay.

Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, Yumi will get there. And he’ll be by her side every step of the way.

All Might may be in his past now. But Toshinori can still be the hero she needs.

[rosewolfs-world]

Colourful

Toshinori x Fem! OC

Warnings: Hallmark cheesiness and tooth-rotting fluff

(GIF credit: devilmanlady)

Part One - Meet Cute...?

☀️ Toshinori is now a rookie hero in California--it’s been three months since he graduated from Yuuei Academy.

💡Hinata is now a Pre-Med student studying in Southern California--she just returned from visiting family in Japan. 

☀️ He had arranged to meet with his new friend (and business partner) at a cafe near the local university. He wasn’t *quite* sure he had the right place, but it wouldn’t hurt to grab a tea and ask around.

💡Jet lag was a Bitch, even 24 hours after the fact. The only thing that could make it worse was back-to-back lab classes on a Monday. At this point, coffee was her only hope of staying alive. 

☀️ It was his fault. He’d been so focused on trying to find David among the flurry of patrons he didn’t realise there was one directly in his path.

💡 It was her fault; there was no denying it. If she hadn’t been so busy with the smell of formaldehyde burning her brain cells, she would have thought to sidestep the brick shithouse blocking her path.  

☀️ 💡 In any case, two worlds collide with the scalding hiss of hot coffee and muffled curses.

💡 “Oh, shit! Sumi--er, sorry about that. God! Here, let me--”

☀️“Oh! Sumimasen deshi--I-I mean, I’m so sorry! Allow me to--”

💡Hinata froze mid-sentence. “Hold up. You--do you speak Japanese?”

☀️ Toshinori paused at the inquiry, unsure whether to feel acknowledged or embarrassed. “Hai?” 

💡A sudden smile bloomed across her warm golden features. “Subarashi! And here I thought I’d only ever heard my home language...well, at home.”

☀️ The young hero soon found himself smiling as well. “Always happy to be of help!” he saluted with two fingers to his temple. 

💡Hinata rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You’re a hero, aren’t you?” 

☀️Toshinori blinked in surprise. “Was it that obvious?”

💡“Not terribly,” Hinata shrugged, reaching for the nearest napkin dispenser. “I grew up in a family of heroes, so I’ve got a knack for picking them out of a crowd.” With a fistful of napkins in each hand, she started to mop up the mess they’d made.

☀️Noticing the action, Toshinori immediately kicked himself into helping. “Is that so?” He queried. “Are you looking to be a hero as well?”

💡Hinata shook her head. “Nah, my quirk isn’t suited for combat. Too stressful. I’d much rather be a healer instead.”

☀️“Like a nurse?” Toshinori asked with a quivering brow.

💡“Doctor, actually.”

☀️“Oh, well, that’s wonderful!” Toshinori hardly batted an eye at her correction. The young woman herself seemed surprised by his behaviour. Her amber eyes blinked at him in a way that somehow reminded him of an owl. “Though, if you were looking for a low-stress job—”

💡Hinata burst into laughter before he could finish the sentence. She honestly surprised herself with how quickly her mood had turned. “Yea, pretty ironic, huh?”

☀️ “Just a tad,” Toshinori chuckled. Having cleaned up their mess to the best of their ability, the young man had a moment to glance over their soiled clothes. His smile soured a little. “I am sorry for bumping into you. I don’t know if—”

💡Hinata followed his gaze to the abstract splash of sepia now decorating her blouse. She couldn’t help heaving a sigh. “It’s alright, nothing my peers haven’t seen before. All of us are usually a mess this early in the semester. Especially on Mondays.”

☀️ “You’re a student?”

💡 “Pre-med, year two—I’m training to be a Doctor, didn’t ya hear?” She teased with a smile.

☀️ Toshinori felt the bridge of his nose burn. He rubbed at his neck a bit sheepishly. “Right, sorry, I’m...not very familiar with the education system here.”

💡 “That’s alright, Hero. If you’re here from Japan, you must be fresh out of a hero academy. Which one are you from, Mister…?”

☀️ “Er, Yagi, Toshinori. I went to Yuuei.”

💡Hinata’s eyes widened. “No way,” when Toshinori tilted his head at her, she was quick to elaborate. “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t believe you!” She waved her hands in front in hasty reassurance. “I’m just surprised. Many of my family went to Yuuei, and it’s not too far from my hometown.”

☀️ “Mustafa?”

💡 “Not quite, just one of the tiny towns outside the city.”

☀️ “Ah, I see. That is quite the coincidence.” Toshinori smiled, slightly intrigued. Now it was the young woman’s turn to rub her neck in embarrassment. 

💡 “Anyways…” Hinata’s eyes briefly trailed down the long stain on his—Yagi-san’s—white T-shirt. Hot damn, this bloke is huge...She shook her head a little. “I’m...sorry about your shirt and the coffee. Let me pay you back. I can buy you another one?”

☀️ The burning of Toshinori’s nose spread like a spark to a flame. “Oh! No, no, it’s alright, Miss...uh….”

💡 “Shimura, Shimura Hinata.—And please, I insist, I feel like an absolute—”

☀️The Young woman—Shimura-san—kept talking. Unbeknownst to her, Toshinori’s brain stalled, short-circuited, and screeched to a motha-fuckin’ halt. Shimura...it can’t be...His mind restarted as quickly as it stopped, cycling through so many possibilities that he didn’t even know where to begin. His eye caught the old clock hanging on the opposite wall. “Er, I suppose I have some time….”

💡 “Subarashi!” Shimura-san chirped with an earnest grin. “So? How do you like your coffee?”

[owliviathebirb]

Part 2 of my art dump. It’s been awhile since I posted here as I’ve said before and during the time I stopped posting here, i have been trying to hone my skills by using loads of references and 3D models. I want to get better. I want to be like the people I look up to.

I wanna be awesome.

[yokkisu]

I went to Disneyland Paris with my family at the beginning o October. I just love this place, and the Halloween decorations just made it better.

So here is an All Might x MHA OC illustration to celebrate! (Disclaimer, I didn’t draw the castle.)

[dancingbabya-notes]

Whats a relationship?

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I just wanted to write a character that happened to be Present Mic's big sister and also had a fling with All might at some point in her life.

Don't be mad at me.

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“Mom, Japan is huge.” Your daughter smiles as you guide her through toward your new apartment.

“We lived in America for a while honey, it's just new.” As you remind her of this you almost miss the face she makes.

“Mom, I have seen everything in America, it’s boring. People suck, and you said I get to see dad if we come to Japan,” she sasses.

Stopping for a second you frown. “Hizuru. Stop it.”

She looks at you and pouts. “You promised.”

“I know, you can see him but I don’t know about telling him,” you grumble. “Anyway, let’s go home. We still have to unpack.”

Traveling wasn’t something you liked to do but nearly ten years ago you decided to leave Japan for work, it was as if you were an accidental runaway bride. But it takes two to tango.

Hizuru bore a strong resemblance to her father, a strong frame and tall, she was only ten and nearing five feet already. You knew she was about to hit a growth spurt, and you were worried how her quirk would adapt with that. Long blond hair, but your eyes,

She got a combination of your own quirk with your dads, the ability to manipulate and detect close range threats. Your quirk threat-detect was helpful but that was only one aspect to your quirk. It seemed she didn’t get her father’s quirk or any inkling of it. You didn’t know his parents' quirks so you couldn’t say that she got it from his side.

“Mom, does dad know?”

You stop cutting the box open. “I haven’t been able to talk to your father since I left Japan. Luckily I was able to register you as a Japanese citizen.”

“Yeah, lucky.”

“Stop whining. I- will see about the two of you meeting. If I grab your hand don’t say anything, if I don’t you can say something,” you sigh.

“Okay mom.”

Maybe ten days later you looked at your hero uniform then to the door.

“Hello Nezu.” 

“Radar, it’s been some time. Have you been well?”

“Yeah, do you really want me to start as a teacher here? For second year English no less?” You frown.

“Unless you want to teach art.”

You look down and think for a moment. “Art might be the better choice. I think I wanna stop using English.”

“Alright, good. I’ll let everyone else know. You mentioned that you had a daughter? Did you get married back in America?”

“No, you know I could never do that.” You laugh.

You grew up in a sense with Nezu.

“I know your strong attachment to Yagi.”

You stop. “Anyway, I should start getting my lesson plans ready. Wouldn’t want to underwhelm the students who literally face danger almost everyday.”

“Don’t worry too much about-“

You look back to the door confused. Your quirk was going nuts telling you that someone was close by.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I might still be a little off since getting back. I’ll see you again in a week.” You nod with a bow.

Just as you pull your cloak over your head you pause.

“How’s he been?” You whisper.

“He’s doing okay.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Just as you leave the room fixing your mouth piece over you squeak, thankful that you hadn’t pressed the power switch on your mask. Yagi Toshinori was standing right outside the door, quickly casting your eyes down and brushing past him.

“Radar.”

Ignoring the sound of your hero name you kept walking.

“Kasumi, wait.”

You stop. Damnit. Wiping the tears on your glove you try to compose yourself before turning to the tall man and flashing the best fake smile you can manage.

“Hi, how have you been Yagi?”

“I could have been better, just busy with work. How have you been? You have a daughter right?” He adds.

You feel your heart stop. “Who told you?”

He seemed taken aback. “What?”

“Who told you I had a daughter? I’m sure I’ve done my best to keep her life as private as possible. Even her birth was hidden so how did you know?” You narrow your eyes.

You had managed to keep your personal life and hero life separate and you wanted to keep it that way. Since the last time the two mixed you ended up with a child and the father of said child didn’t know who she was.

“Your brother told me.”

“Hizashi? I have half a mind to beat him up, anyway she’s fine. As much of a handful as a ten year old can be,” you look toward the window.

“So you got married?”

“No. Never got married.” You roll your eyes and consider it. “She’s yours.”

He seemed to miss what you said. “Glad to know you're doing well.”

“I gotta go.” You manage before turning away. “I hope you have a wonderful day Yagi.”

With spring you were leaving Hizuru to school and you were starting teaching. Obviously you didn’t have much to do but it was a lot when spread out across the grades.

“Miss Radar, how is drawing still life gonna help us?” Someone asks.

“Have you ever wondered how others stay calm? They have more than one thing that they can relate to keep them calm.” You catch the incoming pencil. “Imagine you’re constantly working, always going on patrol, staying in the office and barely going home. You’re doing your job but you can’t function at peak performance without the proper rest. Everyone has to find that one thing that calms them down from the adrenaline of battle or you’ll tire quicker, and get reckless. Then your friend will be saying goodbye to you before your true time because you worked yourself to the very last drop of blood.”

“Is that what really happened to your-“

You hand the pencil back to Bakugou. “I guess still life is a bit boring, how about we try a different exercise next time? I’ll have to ask the other teachers but next you’ll be drawing from life.”

As they put their things away and you get ready for your next class you notice your phone ringing. Picking it up, you answer a bit confused.

“Hello?”

«Is this the mother of Yamada Hizuru?»

“Yes, this is Yamada Kasumi.” You look out the window.

«Today there was an incident, there was an intruder in the school and Hizuru took it into her own hands. Everything’s fine but she was hurt.»

Your breath caught in your throat. “I’ll be there momentarily.”

«of course.»

Ending the call you pocket your phone. The tears were already clouding your vision. Strings of curses left your mouth as you try to figure out what to do.

“Miss Yamada?”

Wiping your face quickly you compose yourself. “Ah, I didn’t think I’d get hero course after hero course. Please grab your materials and begin, I need to step out for a moment.”

Leaving the room you were thankful that you ran into your little brother.

“Woah, sis what’s wrong?”

“Hizuru got hurt. I was so stupid, I shouldn’t have, I shouldn't have taught her how to protect herself, what am I gonna do Hizashi?” You almost broke.

“I can mind your classes. Go let Nezu know.”

You give a firm nod trying to get there without breaking again. Nezu scolded you for wasting time and let you leave. Practically sprinting out of the school to get to your daughters school. 

“Mom!”

She was sitting on the back of an ambulance. Her smile widens as she jumps down to run to you. Bandages around her head and arm.

“Hizuru?” You felt your stomach twist. This was all your fault.

“Mom I know you told me not to mind my quirk at school but I couldn’t just let someone else get hurt,” she grabs your hand, her smaller hand shaking trembling even.

You pull her into a hug as you sob into her hair. “Baby please don’t scare me like that, please.”

Like a rubber band snapping she was brought back to reality, you felt her tears first, then it was the crying.

“Mommy I was so scared.” She sobs as her arms wrap tightly around your frame. 

Brushing her hair with your fingers, you pick her up into our arms. Trying to keep yourself calm as she cries. Ten minutes of crying and she was asleep.

“You have a strong girl, I thought she would have started crying sooner.” One of the policemen sighs.

You smile as you hold her. “We faced quite a few incidents back in America.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. We’ll be doing better to make sure this incident doesn’t repeat itself.” He bows.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Yamada, please let her rest tomorrow. Coming to school again might be a little stressful.” The teacher frowns.

You give a nod. “Of course. Thank you again, I’ll be taking her home.”

With her backpack you carried her home. You called Nezu and Hizashi to let them know that she was okay. They suggested you stay home. You felt bad for doing so but sent your plans for the next day to your brother.

The next day at school an announcement was made. Aizawa held the paper as he read over it his own heart ached. “Yesterday an intruder got into an elementary school, a student defended her class and the intruder was apprehended. Due to this incident we ask that everyone be careful on their way to and from school.”

“Aizawa Sensei, why are we hearing about this?” Ashido asks.

He looks at the pink haired girl before thinking. “Principal Nezu felt this was important information to share. You are all still children without hero licenses.”

All might was worried. All the teachers knew that you had taken a sick day to care for your daughter, which meant the two of you were recuperating at home.

“Hizashi, do you think she ate properly?” Midnight asks.

“Yes, since she’s had Hizuru, Kasumi remembers to eat now. You should have seen when she was pregnant she kept forgetting meals. She said she’ll be here tomorrow, but she has to pick up Hizuru from school.”

“Does that mean she did all that work for nothing?”

“I hope not. Sis practically bled herself dry to make sure the news kept their nose out of her personal life.”

“How old is she?” All might asks.

“Hizuru just turned ten. Kasumi complains that she takes after her dad too much. But I think Hizuru is the spitting image of my sister,” Hizashi shows the male the picture.

It was weird. All might wasn’t sure why but he saw a bit of his physical image in the young girl. The picture was one from this morning because he recognized the three stars tattooed on your arm.

“Kid hasn’t even lost all her baby teeth and she’s protecting others from danger.”

“You should have seen the situations Sis got in because of her quirk. Hizuru’s is just as powerful if not more. Kid said she can see when someone is intending to hurt someone.” Hizashi puts his phone away. “How long has it been since you actually talked to my sister?”

Yagi looks away. “We had a brief conversation when Nezu hired her, but not a true conversation since before she had her daughter.”

Hizashi sighs. “Look my sister isn’t exactly the straight forward type but you two need to talk.”

“I see what you mean.”

Midnight had little idea what the two men were talking about but it seemed important.

When you came to school the next day you felt less worried but you didn’t know what to do to calm your nerves.

It was the support course today, you had been looking forward to teaching the general course but it couldn’t be helped.

“Do we really have to?”

“I’d say no, but I am curious to see what you guys will make that would only be for display.” You respond.

“Sensei, why weren’t you here yesterday?”

“Family emergency.”

“Oh.”

It was no secret to anyone at Yuuei that every single instructor is or was a pro hero. You were no exception. Though you didn’t wear your hero costume you really only needed your belt if you needed to do anything. Plus your mask.

After the USJ incident you were petrified for those students. The entire day your alarms were blaring off the charts. So you were glad it wasn’t a false alarm.

“Radar, are you okay?” Aizawa asks as you get up from the desk.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” You mumble.

“Why don’t you…”

You shake your head. “I need to see what schools Hizuru wants to go to. She’s been studying for exams and I’m curious how she’s gonna use her quirk. Hopefully it’s not gonna cause a repeat.”

He looks at you and frowns. “How did she learn how to do that?”

“I taught her, while we were in America a lot happened. Someone tried to take her,” you admit. “I couldn’t do much without the possibility of her getting hurt. Lucky someone was able to help me.”

“So you taught her for your peace of mind?”

You nod. “My baby is all I have left outside of my family. But I’m sure my parents don’t want to deal with me if something happens to her.”

“Kasumi don’t say that.”

“It’s true, Shota, thank you for being friends with Hizashi.” You smile, grabbing the pile of papers.

In your classroom you checked that you had the right item. Pulling the extra large canvases out you smile. The floor and walls were properly covered and the paints were ready.

“Hello Yamada Sensei.” “What are we doing?” “Woah those are huge.” “I dunno how this will play out.”

You smirk. “Okay. So I know what I promised but I thought this would be a better alternative. We have several students here who are very particular about how they do things. That’s fine, but we’re gonna throw that out the window.”

You roll your sleeves back and dip your hand in the yellow paint.

Slapping it on the canvas you kept separate, you smile. “I wanna see how chaotic you guys can be, while still making art. There’s twenty of you, and five canvases. Divide into groups of four and go plus ultra.”

They seemed confused. But they all quickly took off their blazers and rolled up their sleeves. It wasn’t long before paint was flying and splattered all over the place. You smile at the chaos.

“Woah what’s going on here?”

“Oh I didn’t realize class was over. Please go wash your hands and go to your class. I’ll take the blame for you being late. Class 1B we’ll have a similar exercise. I just need a moment to get things ready.” You chuckle scrambling around. “Class A, that paint is washable and doesn’t stain.”

Placing the canvases aside to dry you chuckle. “Class B if I could have you divide into five groups of four please, and if someone could refill the paints?”

“Right Sensei.”

The exercise was equally chaotic and just as fun with class B.  You were relieved that you had an easier time cleaning.

As you were leaving a hand caught your shoulder. “You have red paint in your hair, Yamada.”

You look for a second running a careful hand through the short locks. “I do. It must have been Bakugo. It’ll wash out.”

“What did you do? The hero course students were more energetic.” Yagi asks, confused.

“We let out some chaos, hopefully this gave them a moment to explode without fear of injury.”

“Kasumi, next time could you keep it more controlled?”

You smile at the male. “Shota, chaos has no reins, you cannot control it. Sometimes it can be reeled in but never controlled. Hence I have no qualms with the fact that Midoriya got a huge hand of green paint in Bakugo’s hair.”

You could hear your brother rolling over with laughter. “Midoriya did that?”

“I think it was a group effort between him and Uraraka. Anyway I gotta go,” you grab your things. “Hizuru said she misses you.”

“My favorite niece misses me? I should visit her soon then. Her birthday is coming up, right?”

“Her birthday is in two weeks.”

Hizashi grins. “I get to spoil the baby.”

“Try not to go crazy.”

You stopped by the bathroom to wash out the paint from your hair. Once clean and sure there wasn’t a mark you left to pick up Hizuru. She was just excited at the idea that she was doing things. Her wound healed nicely because Recovery girl came to visit her. 

But due to an overlooked timing Hizuru had a day off of school and you couldn’t leave her at home, no one could watch her because she didn’t trust anyone else. Nezu let you bring her.

“Uncle Hizashi, Uncle Shota!” She springs up to hug the men. Her excitement wasn’t shared but nonetheless they greeted her.

“You gotta stay at your mom’s desk okay?” Hizashi reminds her.

“But I wanted to-“

“She is my extra hand during the class 3 A and B classes. It’s fine. I thought since the chaos exercise was well received that the older kids might like it too.” You chuckle. “But I borrowed some stuff.”

“By borrowed-“

“Borrowed. I can clean up and return items, stop thinking about it too much, come on Hizuru.”

“Uncle, guess what? Momma made me a special lunch, and I get to pick what's for dinner.”

“Really? Doesn’t Kasumi usually make everything?”

“Mhmm, but lately momma keeps getting so sleepy that she can’t even get up for our run.”

“Hizuru, stop. Hizashi doesn’t wanna know about all that.”

He looks at you and then at your daughter. “What do you mean?”

“Well, momma still sits in the living room crying about daddy. I wonder if they can be friends again, because I don’t like when momma cries.” Hizuru states.

You rub at your temple. “Hizuru, stay with your uncle until I come back.”

“Okay.”

You go to prepare your tools. Hizuru looks at your brother and smiles.

“Uncle, does mom like working?”

“You know she does. What’s this about her crying?” Hizashi frowns.

“Well, I noticed it since we came here. Sometimes she’ll stay in the living room and I hear her crying. She did that a lot when I was little,” she explains. “Do you think she misses my dad?”

“Of course, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. Next time you see her crying, call me okay?”

Hizuru looks at her uncle. “Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Speaking of what do you want for your birthday?”

“Hmm, maybe a dog. One that can protect us, someone keeps knocking on the door and bothering mom.”

“What?”

You frown. “Hizuru!”

She looks down.

“Kasumi?”

“It’s fine I can handle myself. I always forget that living alone culture is different everywhere,” you sigh, patting your daughter. “Hizuru I didn’t mean to shout.”

“I know, I’m sorry mom.”

“Let’s go.”

It wasn’t long before her birthday came around. That single day of her coming to the school left a laying impression that you received many presents for her from the third years and teachers. Yagi even bought some things. Hizuru was more than happy to receive all the gifts.

You didn’t expect it to lead to— “You guys want to come to our apartment?”

“Just to check.” Hizashi frowns.

You sigh. “Fine if it’ll make you relax you can come over. I’ll make dinner or something.”

“Good.” Shota sighs.

“When exactly do you want to come over?” You ask, checking your phone you frown. “Hizashi, did mom and dad message you recently?”

“No, what’s wrong?” He looks at your phone and all the energy drains.

“I need to go, I swear they’re the worst.” You feel the anger bubbling up.

But before you can continue a mask is placed over your mouth. No sound escapes the mask and you glare. Misdirected anger isn’t usually your forte but it was something that had to do with your daughter.

Grabbing the cloth you pull it between your fingers before feeling what should have been a growl but was silent.

“Kasumi, calm down. Tell us what happened.” Aizawa sighs unfazed.

Taking a few deep breaths you try to think as Hizashi takes away the mask. You had a quirk similar to his, but it wasn’t as powerful.

“Mom went behind my back and took Hizuru to their house, she’s claiming that I can’t take proper care of her,” you manage. “She’s so stuck in her ways. I’m so glad I didn’t stay in Japan when I found out I was pregnant.”

“Don’t worry, mom won’t do anything you know that. She’s gotten… you know I think we should go pick her up after school.” Hizashi admits.

“Thank you.” You sigh. “I know it might seem extreme, but I can’t let mom-“

“Kasumi I know, just finish the day and we can go pick her up together.”

You and Hizashi have different dads. The voice quirk was from your mother, and your detection quirk was from your father. But Hizashi only had your moms quirk. She often made you completely dependent on her when Hizashi decided to be a hero. So you did the same in an unconventional way.

“Yamada Sensei? You’re drinking paint water…” Hatsume states pointing to the glass in your hand.

“Please excuse me, I don’t know where my mind is,” you sigh before leaving the classroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Good job. You make your way back but the paint residue has stained your face. Groaning you make your way back to the classroom, going through the closet you put the mask on and continue teaching.

By the end of the day you wanted nothing more than to sleep. But the thought of seeing Hizuru made you happier. First you stopped by the school and told them if anyone came for Hizuru that wasn’t you or Hizashi was not allowed to take her. Then Hizashi drove you to your moms house.

“Hizuru we’re going home.” You state crossing your arms.

“Momma! How come I’ve never met grandma?”

“Because my mom tried to sell me off so she could have money. When I told her I was gonna have you she kicked me out.” You state brushing her hair with your hand.

She pouts. “No wonder my senses were going off like crazy.”

“She has the same— Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“You never asked. Tell Dad I said hi,” you picked up Hizuru and went home.

Much to your relief everything went fine before the planned day of company coming over. Nemuri, Shota, Hizashi, and Yagi were coming by your apartment for dinner and to see how safe your apartment was. The addition of Yagi was a surprise to you. You almost expected him to bail.

“Hello,” he towered over you like the tall man he was.

“Come in, I was just finishing the food prep. You don’t mind that I’m making dumplings right?” You ask, though you felt like a flurry of emotions were spiraling around you.

“Mom who’s…” Hizuru looks at her father as you dry your hands on the apron.

“You remember Yagi, he’s a dear friend of mine.” You state gesturing to the man.

You couldn’t admit you had just been crying about him two nights before. Grief stricken at the time you lost and the severed connection from a hasty escape.

Hizuru swallows and gives a big smile. “Yes, I remember. Nice to meet you sir.”

“You’re a lot taller than I would imagine a ten year old to be.” He chuckles. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, we have a signal in class for when my quirk is alerting me of something. And all the teachers are more careful of who comes in and out.” She smiles.

“Go finish what you were doing so we can prepare the rest of the food,” you glance back toward the main part of the apartment. “Yagi come in. Everyone else should be— Hizashi, I can see you.”

“Surprise.” He chuckles holding something.

“You have till the count of five.”

“It’s just a harmless gift.” He laughs pushing the box into your hands.

Hizuru looks at the tired male following after her uncle and grabs his hand. “Uncle Shota look, I built it.”

You could barely contain the chuckle. “Thank you for coming. Nemuri you can come in as well.”

“Here I thought this would be a good gift.” She holds something up and you could barely contain the chuckle.

“I don’t really drink, Just before Hizuru was born I stopped drinking,” you laugh. “But thank you.”

She pouts. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Closing the door you got ready to finish preparing the food but Hizashi kicked you out of the kitchen. “Let me do it. You’ve probably been buzzing around like a bee all day.”

“Rude, I was just making sure everything was clean.” You mumble.

“It’s a lot bigger than I thought but it’s not secure,” Shota states.

“I know, I need to replace a few things but other than that it’s fine.” You shrug.

Just as you sit on the couch, the bell rings. Hizuru was about to answer the door but you shake your head about to get up. Shota walks to the door, opening it to the man who had been bothering you.

“Oh- I didn’t realize she’d had someone…”

“What do you want?” Shota raises a sleepy brow.

The man seemed to fidget around. “Nothing.”

“Can you stop bothering my mommy?” Hizuru made herself known as you grab her shoulder gently.

“What's going on between me and your mom is between us, kid.” 

You narrow your eyes and you pick up the mask sitting on the counter, pulling it on but not turning it on. “Goro, I have a question for you. What do you think happens to people who underestimate someone?”

“Not much.” He shrugs.

You push Shota back away from the door and smile. “No. You lose the game, that's what happens. Please leave me alone before I call the building manager.”

“But I was just-“

“Being polite?” You narrow your eyes. “A lot of people were being polite, half of them were wanted criminals. I'd appreciate it if you left me alone. My brother doesn’t take too kindly to anyone bothering me and I always let my baby brother do what he wants.”

“I’ll go.” He huffs.

“Bye bye.”

Closing and locking the door you sigh. You used this moment to put your mask on properly and scream. It was a quirk suppressor, it rendered your voice useless in combat and you were thankful for it. 

Taking off the mask you frown. “Now that that’s solved can we eat?”

You look at your little brother who’s been making food and he nods. Two people were still frazzled from the situation but Hizashi and Shota were used to this. Hizuru has seen watered down and extreme versions of this so she continued on as she did.

“Big sis Nemuri, how did you become a hero?”

“I went to school with your uncle, do you know how your mom became a hero?” She smirks.

“Nemuri that’s not a fun—“

“I wanna know, momma never told me how she became a hero?” Hizuru’s eyes lit up and you groan.

“Go ahead and tell her.”

Hizashi clears his throat. “When your mom was in school she went to a normal public school. So one day she was walking to school and she told one of the staff members to check the front gate, when her school started the gate got locked to keep others out. The teacher checked and the way they locked it was tampered with. At first they suspected your mom.”

Shota rolls his eyes. “A poor move on their part. She dumped her bag and stripped down to her gym uniform in front of the teachers. And she was obviously clean. So when not even fifteen minutes later, she ran into the main office and took the intercom over.”

Hizashi laughs. “Sis was a bit more reckless than she is now. But she states in the com ‘today we will have a mandatory fire drill.’ She didn’t get in trouble because that is a code for the public schools now. Do not leave the classroom, there is an intruder.”

“I know that one, in America we hide in a corner. With the lights off, I always thought it was stupid.” She scoffs.

“I know that all schools have different countermeasures. Sis’s school had teachers find the intruder and arrest him. This wasn’t the turning point. Because one hour later another intruder had entered the school. This time Aneki who’d played softball since she was little was able to detain the intruder. The school couldn’t ignore this.”

You grumble. “It was lucky the bat I used to practice was illegal for in-game use. But it made me realize that if I’m gonna feel this feeling I’m gonna protect people.”

“She ended up studying under one of the old teachers.” Nemuri nods.

“Jiji was cool though,” you shrug.

“Jiji?” Yagi asks, confused.

“Oh, I studied under Grandtorino, it was through his recommendation I was able to get my hero license.” You state. “I wonder how he’s doing.”

“You were sensei’s student?”

“Yeah, did he not tell you about me?” You frown. “Well that is like him, I didn’t make much of an impact. I’m not even all that popular as a pro.”

“I’m sure you’re amazing.”

“Nah, they had me doing undercover everything in America. Honestly it was annoying.”

Hizashi frowns. “What?”

“Yeah it was all undercover, protection jobs. Nothing I really liked but I was glad I came back to Japan.” You shrug. “Hizuru, go get ready for bed you look like you're gonna fall asleep.”

“Okay, good night.”

You were happy that the night went okay. But as everyone was getting ready to leave, Yagi gave you a worried look.

“Did you wanna—“

Everyone else had left and he was just getting ready to leave, or so you’d thought.

“Is she my daughter?”

How would he..? You stop doing the dishes and look at him. “What makes you think that?”

He frowns. “I’m not stupid Kasumi.”

“Toshinori, I didn’t call you stupid.” You frown as well.

“Is Hizuru our daughter?” He asks again.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh. “Yes. Are you happy now? She’s your daughter, our baby. Does it make you happy knowing?”

He takes a slow breath. “Why now? Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?”

“Because I was leaving Japan. On top of that you fucking disappeared do you know how confused I was? Suddenly I was pregnant, I couldn’t find the father and I’m in a new country.” You explain. “It wasn’t easy, but everything was fine. I never told you because when I was walking out of Nezu’s office it was the first time I’d seen you.”

He groans. “Ten years?”

“Yes, ten years, she had your hair. Your smile, and your personality. She, like us, can’t sit by and watch.” You add. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know where you were. I know you’re a pro hero but I don’t know which one. To top it off you didn’t want a relationship, you made that very clear before I left.”

“Kasumi just—“

“No, listen I may have been wrong keeping Hizuru away from you but you didn’t want a family in the first place,” you state.

“You’re right, but that’s just it. I was wrong too, I shouldn’t have pushed you away but I did. Maybe you were right to keep her away from me,” he groans.

“Momma, I need help with…” she watches the man from behind you. You gently wave her over.

“Hizuru, you can say hello properly now.” You sigh.

Her eyes light up and she hugs him with all her might. “Hi daddy, I’ve wanted to talk to you this whole time. Momma always told me about how great of a hero you were and that you’re really strong.”

“Are you sure about this Kasumi?”

“My first mistake was being honest with her.”

(Masterlist)

[michiiilada]

return to tradition

[ohnogizm0]

teaching buddies 🫶

i do love drawing toshi beefy too i should do so some more

[verararie]

Toshi x oc doodles!! His name is kazuno and I haven’t really thought of his quirk yet nor how it even works

[peachiebeann]

The skrungly is on my mind again im gonna dump a lot of him here

Surprisingly, no new fics! Unless someone wants to give me ideas/inspiration lol

Any other All Might enjoyers…?

[peachymilkandcream]

Can I ask for a yandere Small Might x quirkless fem darling headcanons?

Yan Small Might x Quirkless!Reader Headcanons

(A/N: abso-friggen-lutley! We need more All Might requests tbh, so here’s how I think it’ll go down. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, forced orgasm, suicide, etc.

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Since a quirkless hero doesn't exist in this society All Might would have to meet you another way. We'll say that for the sake of Small Might it would be after his retirement. He met you during the fight in Kamino, since you were one of the victims of the attack her had saved.

Your admiration for him saving your life was obviously out of this world. This man might look different from the famed hero everyone knew but to you, he was still the same kindhearted man who had risked everything to keep the people save. Naturally you were in awe of him.

After his recovery you would do everything to express your gratitude, sending fan mail, writing emails, begging his agents to allow you to thank him in person. But all to no avail. He was simply too important for a nobody like you.

Driven by guilt and thankfulness you don't give up. Had he not saved you maybe he could've dodged a blast from All for One, giving him extra strength and not forcing him into retirement. You had to pay him back.

Your actual encounter happens just passing on the street. You tried so hard to get his attention imagine your surprise when you see his skeletal figure just walking along minding his own business. Of course you run up to him and thank him over and over for saving you, promising ways to make it up to him. Used to this, All Might takes you up on the offer.

What was at first offering your body up to this hero as thanks became a regular occurrence. It seemed now that All Might's muscle form was a thing of the past women stopped fawning over him like they once did, he'd take a willing woman when he could.

His obsession starts the more wholeheartedly devoted you become. He was getting old, and less attractive, he needed to find someone long term who could be his personal cock sleeve. Soon he begs you to stay longer and longer after you two are through, getting visibly upset should you decline.

He ends up hiring someone to kidnap you and bring you to him. But with his strength gone the only way to keep you in check is to make you pity him and remember all that he's done for you.

Soon you feel so bad for All Might and his plight and your role in it you willingly stay with him, keeping him satisfied and company as he relives his hero days. You're tired of hearing the same stories, but should you voice a complaint your knees end up sore with riding him as punishment.

[truffle-draws]

I think im finally getting the hang of proportions and not making people look so stiff 😬

Small Might and my OC (quirk: spirit cat that she can see through, but she can only see through the cat, otherwise she is blind)

Ill probably post more with these two if anyone is interested :)

[ghost-party]

Pairing: All Might x OC Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity, body image issues, comfort A/N: Thanks for commissioning me, @little-miss-melanin!

Ayumi Nashimoto isn’t nervous. Or at least that’s what she’s been telling herself all day.

As she stares at the very expensive dress hanging on her closet door, she wonders if her date for tonight’s gala is feeling similarly out of sorts.

More than likely, yes, but for very different reasons.

While her nervousness stems from excitement — the anticipation of finally going public with her relationship — she suspects Toshinori’s is rooted in fear.

It’s true that he’s grown more confident in the year they’ve been dating, and he credits her for helping him to find his footing after stepping away from the spotlight — away from being the Symbol of Peace.

But Yumi knows it’s a long journey. And tonight is a very big, very daunting step that he reluctantly agreed to.

From down the hall, she hears the lock turn and the door to her apartment swing open, followed by a deep, familiar voice. “Yumi?”

Wearing only her bathrobe, she walks into the hallway and beams when she sees Toshinori carrying his tux, tucked away in a garment bag.

He smiles warmly in return. “You look like you’re ready to go.”

She scoffs at his joke as she winds her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. When she pulls away, she teases, “Just wait until you see what I’m actually wearing.”

“I’m sure it’s beautiful. But not as beautiful as you.”

“Such a romantic, Toshi.” She takes his hand and leads him back down the hall to her bedroom. It’s a route that, by now, he’s very familiar with.

Yumi feels more at ease with his large hand clasped in hers. She’s nearly thirty-five, but she can’t think of another partner she’s had who’s made her feel so accepted, so seen.

Perhaps it helps that Toshinori knows what it feels like to have the whole world watching. She’s been holding steady at #3 on the hero charts for the past two years, and with that ranking comes fame and notoriety, publicity and endorsements, fawning fans and condescending critics.

Her goal has never been to be the very best. More than anything, she wants to help people. That’s why she started her own agency and hand-picked the heroes who worked with her, ones with strong morals and a dedication to saving lives. But still, there’s societal pressure.

And Toshinori not only understands it, but he helps her navigate it. Despite the fact that they’ve kept their relationship under wraps, he’s gone out of his way to pass on everything he learned during his time as All Might.

Yumi’s grateful to him for that. But more than anything, she’s grateful that when he looks at her, he doesn’t see Joules, the Energy Manipulation hero. He sees her for the person she is, her hopes, her dreams, her passions. And he loves every single part of her.

Just as she loves every single part of him. Convincing him of that, however, has been an uphill battle.

“Ta-da!” She gestures at her dress, and Toshi whistles, admiring the delicate folds of silky fabric.

“You’re certainly going to outshine me, sweetheart.”

The comment doesn’t sit right with her, even as the two of them begin to get ready. As she sits at the vanity in the corner to make some touch-ups to her eyeliner, she watches Toshinori in the mirror.

He unzips the garment bag and pulls out his tux, his expression verging on grim. As he undresses, removing his usual UA attire, a suit tailored to his thinner form now that he’s no longer switching back and forth, his shoulders hunch, and he seems to shrink in on himself.

Yumi’s lips twist into a frown, her heart aching as she sees the doubt in his gaze, the way his brow furrows with hesitation, even as he pulls on the sleek black pants and crisp white shirt.

“Toshi…” Turning to face him, she keeps her voice soft and gentle. “Are you okay?”

He opens his mouth, seeming on the verge of instinctively saying yes, of course, he’s fine. But he falters and then shakes his head. Staring down at himself, he murmurs, “I just… want to be sure you’re alright with this.”

“With what?”

He presses his lips together. “With going together tonight. Are you sure you want to be seen with me?”

Yumi’s frown deepens. “Of course I do. I’m excited. And it means a lot, to be going with you.”

Toshinori nods and turns to the full-length mirror near her closet. “Okay.”

But even after he says it, he manages to ask the same question again and again, in slightly different variations, enough to make Yumi begin to feel nervous for a whole other reason.

Does he not want to do this anymore? Is he asking these things because he doesn’t want to be in a relationship?

As a pro hero, she has to keep a cool head and prioritize rational thought over blind panic. But her emotions are rattled by his hesitant, almost pained questions, the way he looks at her like he’s rethinking everything.

She’s wearing her dress, just sliding on her heels and distractedly considering her jewelry options, when she finally puts the pieces together.

Yumi watches Toshinori eye himself in the mirror yet again, his gaze sharp and unmistakably critical. Thinking back to how he looked when he first changed clothes, she realizes it’s not their relationship he’s questioning — it’s himself.

She walks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, taking him by surprise. Peeking around him and meeting his gaze in the mirror, she quietly asks, “You don’t want to go, do you?”

Toshinori thinks for a moment, then sighs. “It’s not that I don’t want to go,” he explains, running his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down, even just a little. “I suppose I’m… worried.”

“About what?”

“People looking at me and seeing a washed-up skeleton of an old man.” His harsh words make her flinch, but she continues to hold him close as he keeps talking. “The man who was once All Might, now powerless and useless.”

“Don’t say that,” she protests, her voice firm.

He places a hand atop hers, his touch gentle as always. “You’re young, Yumi. Much younger than me. You still have a bright future ahead of you, a reputation to uphold.”

She hates to see him like this, so wracked with insecurity that he can’t see things clearly. “My reputation will be just fine, Toshi. I know you don’t trust the media. Hell, neither do I. There are too many tabloids out there that spin tall tales.”

Yumi stands back and turns him around, her hands settling on his narrow waist. “But trust me when I tell you that I’ll handle it.” 

She’s been in this line of work long enough to have tough skin — and an even tougher bite, when push comes to shove. Especially when someone she loves is thrust into the public eye and treated poorly.

“Believe me when I say this, Toshinori.” Her voice is strong and unwavering, even in its reassuring softness. “I love you. That means more to me than my reputation, my ranking, any of that.”

Lifting a palm to his cheek, her fingers slowly trace the angles of his face, down to his sharp jawline. “And I love this you. The man standing here right now.” Cracking a smile, she admits, “To be completely honest, I prefer this form to All Might.”

Toshinori’s mouth drops open. “You… you do?”

Yumi shrugs. “Having too many muscles strikes me as a little intimidating. But you as you are now…” She closes the space between them, hugging him tightly as she rests her cheek against his chest. “You’re perfect just the way you are. And you’re the man I fell for. Never forget that.”

His arms slide around her waist, one large hand reaching up to rub her back, left bare by the plunging cut of her dress. “Thank you,” he says, his voice cracking a little, betraying the emotions he’s trying so hard to keep at bay. “I love you so much…”

Lifting her head, Yumi smiles up at him, at the face she’s woken up to morning after morning, the one that leaves her feeling giddy and hopeful and not unlike a lovestruck teenager. He really is handsome. I hope he believes it himself someday soon.

“Are you feeling better about going tonight?”

He nods. “Although, I might…” Tilting his head in thought, he glances over at the garment bag lying on the bed. “I bought a black shirt, too. I think… I want to wear that.”

His choice proves to be a striking one, so much so that Yumi has to practically restrain herself so that she doesn’t leave any awkward creases or lipstick stains on the way to the event. Sitting in the back of the hired car, he holds her hand, and she notices that he feels steady for the first time tonight.

When they finally step foot onto the carpet, voices calling out, cameras flashing, gasps of surprise filtering through the chatter, he keeps hold of her hand, never letting go of it for a second.

They pose together and smile and politely decline interviews. The event will start soon, and there will be time to set something up later, preferably through her publicist. Small steps, after one enormous one, Yumi thinks.

But her musings are interrupted when Toshinori’s arm circles her waist, his hand splayed on her hip as he pulls her in close. The cameras begin to flash more and more, but all she can see is him as she tilts her head up to meet his bright blue gaze.

The photo of their kiss ends up on the front page of more than one magazine, along with some of the dreaded tabloids. But Yumi doesn’t care. In fact, she prints her own copy and frames it, placing it on the mantle in her living room.

One of many more to come. She’s certain of it.