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“I’m going to destroy the moon one day,” Toshi said.
“You’d have to be All Might to do that,” a paramedic responded with an understanding smile. He looked as tired as Toshi felt. The nights of the full moon were always the worst. All the crazies came out during the full moon. It was like a witch hocus-pocused the entire population into doing crazy stuff and filled hospitals with the injured. Add quirks to the mix, and suddenly Toshi had entire apartment complexes residing in his ER.
“Call the EMTs, tell them to reroute. We don’t have room!” someone shouted just as red lights flashed and the doors banged open for a bed to roll through.
“Got another from Fourth Street! Endeavor hasn’t finished off the villain yet! We’ll probably be getting more injured.”
“Damn All Might!” another shouted.
“Damn All Might,” a couple of others chorused.
Toshi paid them no mind. Cussing out All Might was a thing in the hospital, and he’d grown used to hearing his hero name being cussed at all hours.
“Condition?” Toshi asked even as he came to several conclusions.
“Pneumothorax. He’s got four broken ribs.”
“Prep him for surgery. 120’s open,” Toshi barked. “And someone move patient 48 to the ICU!”
What the hell was Endeavor doing? Toshi growled under his breath. This would have never happened if he was out there. But he was no longer a hero. He was no longer All Might. He was just Yagi Toshinori, a surgeon.
“Sensei! They need help in 301! The internal bleeding is a lot worse than we thought it would be. We could use an extra pair of hands!”
“For All Might’s sake,” Toshi grumbled. There were too many injured coming in, and not enough doctors. It was always like this during the full moon, and according to some of the older doctors, it only got worse since he - All Might - went missing six years ago.
Shaking his head, Toshi ran for the stairs, jumping over rails and whole cases to reach the bottom-
Only to double over and cough up a lung full of blood.
Stupid body.
“Are you ok Yagi-Sensei?”
“I’m fine- just need a moment,” Toshi sent the nurse a small smile and couldn’t restrain the wince when the sirens blared again and he heard another shout for a patient. Hadn’t someone already rerouted the ambulance?
When he finally got to the patient in 301, it was all barked orders and gloved hands trying to sew up the worst of the wounds and set bones the way they should be. Toshi really should have known it was a lost cause the moment he entered the room, but he wasn’t one to give up. He worked until his hands shook and felt sweat beading on his forehead, and he continued working until the flatline echoed in the room.
It was like a judge hammer, and Toshi took a step back. He’d lost him. It wasn’t the first patient Toshi lost at the table, but it still hurt. He clenched his teeth. If he was just All Might. If he wasn’t so weak. If he was just out there, and not here, he could have saved this man. He could have saved everyone before they even needed to be sent to the hospital.
Not for the first time, Toshi questioned why he was here to begin with.
He never could seem to get anything right.
“Excuse me?”
Toshi looked up to see a woman and belatedly realized that he exited the room. “Can I help you?”
“Is Hiroshi ok?” She looked from him to the room he just came out of.
Ah, so the man who hadn’t made it was her husband. Hiroshi apparently.
Swallowing the lump - and blood - in his throat, Toshi shook his head. “I’m sorry-“
“No- you. No!” The woman’s personality took a complete one-eighty. Steam erupted from her ears. “You- you killed him!” Her beady eyes raked over his emaciated body, and Toshi immediately knew where this was going. “You can’t even take care of yourself! And you’re a doctor? I’ll sue you! I’ll sue this hospital!”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry for your loss,” he said, trying to edge away from the steaming woman.
“Bastard!” she shouted, fist clenched. Toshi should have dodged, he could have, but seeing the tears in the woman’s eyes froze him on the spot and he took a nasty blow to that side.
Shit - he gagged on blood and stumbled into the glass window- when the building shook. He only had enough time to gasp before the windows shattered and flames licked at his back.
One second his back was searing in fire and pierced by glass and the next he was creating a vacuum with air pressure. He hadn’t even thought. His body acted on its own; driven by instinct and years of hero work. The fire didn’t even get the chance to burn more than the hospital’s exterior, but there was nothing he could do about the broken glass panels that made up the hospitals walls.
“A-All Might…”
Toshi turned to the woman, about to cuss out his hero name as well, because -
He caught sight of his reflection in part of the broken glass.
Oh-oh shit!
He was All Might!
He hadn’t meant to transform! He hadn’t transformed in years!
But… why’d he ever give this up?
His body felt lighter than ever, and the constant pressure in his lung was gone. He could actually take a full breath of air. How long had it been since he’d been able to do that? And his stomach. It didn’t even ache. He giggled.
All Might giggled and felt silly when the woman fainted, and he caught her without a problem.
Why had he given this up?
All Might felt as high as the moon - fuck the moon - as he boomed in a voice that sounded nothing like Toshi’s usual rasp, “Don’t worry! Why? For I am here!”
And with that, All Might leapt from the window and punched the air lightly -lightly!- to put out the flames.
So his punch was a little strong. Sue him. He was upset Endeavor hadn’t caught the villains yet. Not to the mention the property damage! Toshi practically lived in the hospital these days.
Shaking his head, All Might easily spotted the flaming figure of his rival firing blasts at two criminals with no care for if he hit any nearby buildings or bystanders. All Might scoffed, and some people wondered why the man had the most expensive Hero insurance. With the way Endeavor had no care for his surroundings and didn’t think twice about the people he put in danger, All Might couldn’t help but wonder if Endeavor even wanted to be a hero, or if he’d rather be a demolitionist.
All Might rolled his eyes -not that anyone could see them- and raced for the villains. He’d take care of this before any more damage could be done. Or worse, before another innocent got caught in the crossfire.
When all was said and done, All Might carried the unconscious villains to the police and met Endeavor’s glare with a steady look.
It was good to see that his old rivalry with the man was as strong as ever.
Or not.
All Might waved off the plume of fire that shot from the man’s nose. Maybe he was related to that woman who shot steam from her ears?
“Long time no see,” All Might boomed. Damn, he missed this voice and the ability to shout without coughing up blood. It was nice. There didn’t seem to be any side effects either.
“All Might,” Endeavor growled, and as if on cue, there’s a dizzying amount of flashes going off and a microphone being shoved between them.
All Might hasn’t missed this.
“All Might!”
Ah, the first questioner. All Might turns and is met with the sight of a friendly face. Or well... ah...
“Gran,” All Might blinks. “I haven’t seen you in ages, Sensei.” He does not flinch. He doesn't! All Might is forced to look away when a hand blocks his view of his old teacher.
"All Might sir, I'm Tsukauchi Naomasa, would you mind coming with us for some questioning?"
All Might takes the hand, shaking it. Naomasa looks like the bookish type, more fit for a desk job than police work, but All Might shouldn't judge. "Us?" he repeats.
"Gran and I."
"Ah." All Might finds himself nodding and sending prayers of thanks to this stranger and Gran for getting him away from the reporters.
Stepping through the crowd, All Might’s grin melts into an apologetic smile when Gran bullies him into the backseat of a car.
“Where the hell have you been?!” Gran barks once Naomasa started up the engine. “I’ve been looking for you, for years!”
“Around,” All Might says.
“I thought you died!”
“Sorry.”
The man turns in his seat to glare at him. “Nao, is he lying?"
Wha- the man, Naomasa nods and Gran looks like he's about to send fists flying. "That wasn't a very convincing apology, All Might."
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” All Might tries again, and this time Naomasa accepts it. Was this man a freaking truth radar? Or could he read minds? Shit, Toshinori would be in trouble if he could.
“Just… don’t do it again,” Gran growled. “Six years, Brat. Six! You could have said something. Contacted someone… and what are you wearing?”
“Hmm?” All Might glanced down at his blue scrubs. He was infinitely grateful that he never updated his wardrobe to fit his gaunt form. It would have been beyond awkward for the formal number one hero to appear in rags after missing for six years. “What about it?”
“You look like you just ran away from the loony bin.”
“Shhh, do you want someone to find out?”
Naomasa snorts, and All Might can't help but glare at the rearview mirror. Fucking mind readers and lie detectors.
“Hey, where are we going anyway?” All Might questioned, glancing out the window. They’d passed the police station, and the last time he checked, Gran lived on the other side of town.
“UA.”
With that answer the rest of the ride was silent, and All Might let his mind drift to the woman with the steam quirk. He hoped she hadn’t seen him transform, but there was little he could do now except plan to play dumb if it ever came up.
He hoped everyone at the hospital were handing things without him. He knew there were other doctors, but an extra pair of hands could make the difference between life and death in some cases. Plus it was the full moon. Despite the fact two criminals were caught, the night was still new and anything could happen.
“I’m going to destroy the moon,” he grumbled just as Naomasa parked the car.
“What?” Naomasa looked at him through the mirror with an incredulous look. It's the first time he's innitiated conversation since introducing himself. “You can’t do that.”
“We’ll never know until I try.”
“Say that again.”
“What? I’ll never know until-“
“No before that. The moon part.”
“I’m going to destroy the moon.”
“You’re not lying…” Naomasa breathed.
“Of course I’m not,” All Might grinned. So it was a lie detecting quirk.
“But that’s impossible! No one can destroy the moon!”
“Should I be worried?” A new voice squeaked.
It turns out Nedzu was all for destroying the moon. All Might knew he could depend on the furball.
Naomasa wasn’t amused. It wasn’t anything new.
Not everyone could take All Might’s shit with a straight face.
All Might had to leave. He could feel the strain of One for All pulsing in his side and knew it wasn’t good. It was soft at first, just a small reminder of his injury, but he was pushing three hours and it had gone past his normal pain threshold and right into agonizing.
He was able to push the pain down though. Something his normal form wouldn’t have allowed for, but in this form he was somehow able to ignore it. Just barely though. He grit his teeth, forcing a smile. He needed to get out of here.
A dizzy spell hit him when he stood up.
“Going somewhere?” one of the newer heroes asked. It wasn’t anyone All Might had worked with before. He was a rising hero; Forest, or something like that.
“Home,” All Might grit out, forcing himself to stay in his hero form.
“You can make your home here,” Nedzu broke in. “We’ve all missed you, and your presence would be welcome.”
“I'm retired,” All Might flashed a smile and took a step toward the door only to be intercepted by the Tree Hero.
“You need to answer some questions first.”
“I’ve already answered all your questions,” All Might stated.
“You had a duty to the world!” Tree-man growled. “The least you can do is stay here until we have all the answers we need.” A finger poked him in the chest.
Something in him snapped.
“I’ve done my duty. I’ve saved this country more times than I can count! I’m not a hero anymore, what more do you want?”
“Where were you these past six years?”
“Around.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I have a right to some privacy.”
The new hero snarled and a glance at the other heroes in the room proved that they were also disappointed with All Might’s answers.
“You aren’t the All Might I know,” Tree-man spat. “With your quirk you could stop any villain. Aren’t you supposed to be the symbol of peace?”
“I’m retired.”
“By choice?”
No! Of course not! Did this child think he wanted to stop being a hero? Toshi loved being All Might, putting a smile on everyone’s faces and giving them hope was his dream as a kid. He'd never give up heroing by choice, but life gave him the short end of the stick and he had to live with it.
“So what? Now the great All Might gets to stay in the comfort of his home all day, living off the income from his merchandise?”
His smile dropped and he locked eyes with the Tree-Idiot. Did this boy really think that? Toshinori still saved lives. Sure he was no longer a hero - he could no longer depend on his fists to save people - but he could and still did, use his hands for good.
So what if he had a powerful quirk. There were a ton of other heroes with quirks just as powerful and perhaps even stronger. He was retired! It wasn’t by choice. Toshinori literally couldn’t be a hero anymore. But he could still do good.
He was a doctor!
How dare this man suggest that all he did was waste his time at home and live off the income from his merchandise. The mere thought was appalling. He did not need the income from that. In fact, all revenue from his hero merch was donated.
The door banged open, breaking the staring contest between them.
Apparently that was a cue because as soon as All Might glanced at the door, a band of wood snaked around his arms and torso.
“Hey chill Listener,” Present Mic said as All Might growled, “release me. Now.”
But of course no one listened to him. Instead, the wooden restraints tightened.
He’s had a long day of surgeries followed by using One for All for the first time in years. And now he’s got to deal with this shit. All Might would have laughed if he wasn’t so pissed and - ow, god damn it! Not his side, darn it!
Needless to say, he isn’t pleased.
“Last chance, young man. Release me,” All Might ordered even as he felt warm liquid on his side.
“Calm down All Might,” Eraserhead drawled. Then, “let him go Kamui.”
“Tch, this man is a coward! He’s not All Might. He’s nothing but a washed out Hero!”
The binds tightened.
All Might couldn’t take it anymore. With a flex his arms the wood splinters and chaos erupts.
All Might hasn’t run in years.
Toshi runs a lot, sometimes he runs for his life, but it’s never like this. He usually knows where to run to, where to go if someone’s chasing him, but this time he’s running from the heroes and he’s not about to run toward the criminals asking for help.
Six years ago, the idea of being chased by heroes would have never crossed his mind. Even now, All Might can barely process the fact.
All Might thinks he would have enjoyed the run -the feel of wind buffering his skin and whipping through his hair- if it wasn’t for the hoard of angry heroes at his heels.
It wasn’t like he attacked them!
He ducks a hurled rock, turns a corner and leaps, landing on a roof not a second later.
UA is larger than he remembers and suddenly All Might is at the edge of the building and readying another leap when something feels off, and it’s Toshi who’s falling through a cloud of smoke.
“Fuck Eraserhead!” he can’t help but shriek in English. The pain in his side is nothing but a whisper through the fear and adrenaline coursing through him - because holy shit, there’s about to be a Toshinori pancake if he doesn’t do something soon!
There’s another cloud and then it’s All Might who lands heavily beside the building and looking up at the heroes who peer down at him.
I almost died!
Eraserhead winces. All Might thinks the man’s apologetic.
A poof of smoke.
No, no, no! You wax for brains! Toshi was never going to forgive the man.
Toshi’s never been so grateful for the steam his body emits when he goes between forms. He’ll just die if anyone ever associates All Might with tiny-scrawny Toshinori. All Might would die from embarrassment and Toshi would just - he’d just be All Might and let him deal with it.
The doctor in him, tells him the disassociation he has with his hero persona is unhealthy. Well, Yagi-Sensei could shut up. Oh shit, was that another persona?
Get on the right track, Brain! There’s Heroes after him!
He’s All Might again and can hear the heroes shouting. They’re yelling something about clearing the clouds - and “when did All Might start expelling steam? He’s not related to Endeavor is he?”
No, but he’s really, really, sorry for anyone who is.
All Might dashes from the clouds and takes a sharp right. There’s people above him, and tremors going through the ground, shaking buildings. A large hand stretches over him, blocking street lights.
“Oh shit!”
The hand comes down. All Might’s no cockroach though, so instead of being squished between the large hand and concrete, his feet pierce straight into the ground, nailing him into it with only his head above ground.
This was officially the worse night ever.
The moon was to blame. It had to be. He’d be glaring at it if it wasn’t for the hand cupped over his head.
Well then. He’s never subscribing to Mt. Lady again. He loves a strong woman, but this was a bit much.
All Might’s debating how to get out of this one, when the hand starts curling into a fist and fingers head toward him.
Nope! This is weird. He’s not about to be plucked like a carrot. Nope! Nope! One for All flairs and it’s ridiculously easy bursting free of the gravel and catching a finger in a bear hug.
“Honolulu Smash!” All Might yells, flipping the vill- hero over his shoulder.
There’s a crunch and muffled sirens.
Oops. Wouldn’t be his first destroyed car. They could pay for it.
An engine revs up.
All Might runs.
“Wait!”
Yeah. No thank you.
“It would be so cool to catch All Might.”
No it wouldn’t, it would suck. He glances to his left to see Ingenium keeping up with him and flashing a thumbs up.
Toshi wants to stick the middle finger.
All Might ends up flicking air and sending the engine hero flying.
“SO COOOOooooool!”
Toshi inwardly facepalms. All Might flashes a smile at the compliment.
There’s still five heroes on his tail but he only recognizes three. Endeavor is positively furious if the raining fire is anything to go by, but he ruins all of Kamui Wood’s advances so All Might’s not complaining. It’s Eraserhead who’s jumping between roofs and the other two heroes lurking in the shadows that worries him.
This wasn’t good. His side pulsed in agreement.
It was never a good thing when his nonexistent gut agreed with him.
All Might leaps, locking eyes with the Erasure Hero. This time he flares One for All, creating the smoke that usually accompanies his transformation.
“Damn,” he hears Eraserhead curse.
“Heh.” Payback’s a bitch isn’t it? He falls through the smoke, landing a punch that knocks the other man out. Not without a price though. All Might can’t keep back the coughs that wrack his frame.
Ow, ow, ow. He shouldn’t have flared One for All like that.
Gasping for breath, All Might’s unaware of the lurking trouble until it’s upon him. The first sign was when all the street lights went out, followed by the few lights that dotted the buildings.
He’s still coughing up blood though so the first sign doesn’t even register.
The second and third sign happens within a second of each other. The moon and stars are cast in shadow. There’s no light; there’s just pure darkness. And then something slams into him, and he can’t see it, but he can sense that it’s huge and towering over him.
The wind shifts. All Might blocks an attack. Then another. Then he sends his own. One of his smashing attacks is usually enough to take out anything, but this time his enemy is incorporeal. His attacks do nothing. Not even the wind pressure or the vacuum suction that comes with most of his attacks affects whoever he's up against.
Damn it! All Might takes a hit to the temple, and the air shifts again. He knows the attack is aimed at his side before it even hits, but he can’t stop it in time, and it’s the most intense pain he’s felt in six years.
It’s enough to leave him defenseless for another round of blows, and then he hears it.
It’s a soft breath on the wind, but it’s enough to tell him where his attacker is, and All Might pulls back his fist. He barely refrains himself from using his full strength - because god damn it hurts! But he’s not going to kill anyone. So he punches and is vindictively pleased to hear the whump as air hits flesh.
“Kyoka!”
The shadows recede, and the lights and moon are back.
All Might’s grateful for the former, but the moon could go back to the abyss. He wouldn’t mind.
Shakily getting to his feet, All Might spots a boy with a bird shaped head and a shadow ghosting over him as he tends to a girl with audio plugs for earlobes.
Students, All Might realizes. They’d make fine heroes one day. Being able to subdue him for a time is no easy feat, and these kids did it for at least several minutes. Not to mention he came out of it in a worse shape than he entered. Dang, the next generation was going to have some fierce protectors once these two became heroes.
He coughs. His side is bloody and he catches blood in his hand. All Might could feel One for All pulsing as seconds tick by and he scans the area, trying to figure out which way was what, and where the city was in comparison to his location.
“You there!” All Might beckons the bird boy. “Can you point me to the gates?” He grins widely, no hard feelings he hopes.
There’s a bit of anger in those red eyes, but respect and oddly enough trust. “It’s that way,” the kid points. “I’m sorry for attacking you.”
“Worry not my boy. It’s not every day one see’s their teachers…” hmm, they attacked him first. “One see’s their teachers-” attacking a fellow- retired hero?
“Defeated?”
“Heh, sure. Let’s go with that.” He takes to the air. He’s getting out of here.
He lands and jumps a total of two times before Endeavor and Kamui are back on his heels and shouting curses at him.
All Might jumps over a wall of wood and dodges the fireballs heading for his back. Another wall gets demolished by a Texas Smash and the fire is all but ignored as he takes another mighty leap, clearing buildings and getting far from attacking distance.
He lands on the edge of a building already occupied, and would have knocked the person over the edge - he did knock the person over the edge - but he catches a thin wrists and is about the haul them up and apologize when fire singes the shirt off his back and a bit of panic overwhelms him.
An innocent was being brought into the crossfire because he jumped to the wrong roof! Endeavor wasn’t the type to rescue a random civilian either. There was a reason the man was a front-liner and not apart of search and rescue teams.
All Might’s not even sure what type of crime he committed to get Endeavor on his case though. Surely keeping information to himself wasn’t a crime, and anyway he pleads the fifth. The fact he attacked multiple officers of the law was probably going to go on his record though, and he really didn’t want to add kidnapping onto it…
One minute he’s on the roof, and the next he's bear-hugged from the back and -
Izuku’s in an alley.
His breath catches in his throat. What just happened? How did it just happen? Kidnapping? He’s at the entrance of the alley, so that’s good. He could call for help-
The ragged breathing at his back keeps him frozen though. Izuku tenses, ready for the blow that’ll hit him. At least his mom isn’t here. At least it’s him and not someone else in this situation. There’s just one problem, he doesn’t have a quirk. His feet are refusing to listen, and his voice refuses to cooperate.
Izuku makes the noise of a dying squirrel.
“Shit.”
Izuku recognizes the word as English, before smoke blows from behind him and out the alley.
There’s a resounding thump.
A hero?
Izuku turns, expecting to see his rescuer and his kidnapper duking it out. Or maybe his kidnapper already defeated and his hero calling the cops.
Instead it’s just Izuku and a thin man on the ground. There’s no third person.
“Hello?” Izuku squeaks, looking into the shadows for his would-be-hero.
There’s no response except a groan from the man at his feet, and Izuku tentatively kneels to get a better look.
The man’s not only thin but tall. His clothes are torn but there’s too much fabric and not enough of him, to see more than patches of skin.
The man coughs and Izuku jumps up and bolts for the entrance before turning around and noting that no, the man hasn’t woken up. And no, he’s not being chased, before Izuku forces his heart to calm and goes back to the man.
Izuku’s quick to come to the conclusion that there’s no way this guy could have possibly kidnapped him.
He’s just skin and bones. There’s no way someone like this could have carried Izuku. Sure, his looks might have something to do with his quirk, but Izuku highly doubted that someone as banged up as this, would have kidnapped him. On the other hand, being a victim of the same circumstances made a whole lot more sense.
Taking another look around the alley, Izuku kneels and does his best to hoist the man up.
Izuku hadn’t been sure, but after dragging the man home with him and peering at the man’s face in the living room light, Izuku knew he recognized him.
The blonde had been one of the doctors that had tended to his mother when Izuku was ten. He was just as skinny as Izuku remembered.
Izuku couldn’t remember the man’s name, but he remembered a gentle smile and the reassurance that everything was going to be ok. Despite his appearance, the doctor had been kind to him and even took Izuku to the cafeteria while his mom recovered from surgery.
The doctor was nice, Izuku remembered. The man let Izuku cry on his shoulder and took him out for lunch. It was something that a stranger shouldn’t have had to do for a child, but it was just Izuku and his mom, and Izuku didn’t have anyone to lean on while his mother was recovering … except the odd doctor who scared the shit out of Izuku when he first laid eyes on him.
Izuku shook his head and gently deposited the man on the couch.
“I found him in an alley,” Izuku whispered to Inko’s questioning look. He wouldn’t mention how they had both been kidnapped. No need to worry his mother after all.
“What were you doing in an alley?” Inko hissed back as she leaned over the unconscious man and dabbed at a cut on his forehead.
“I was walking by when I saw him,” Izuku answered with more confidence than he felt for lying to his mother. He felt terrible, but he’d been lying to her since he discovered he was quirkless. It didn’t make sense to worry her needlessly when he was perfectly fine.
“I wish you’d be more careful,” Inko sighed as she continued to clean the doctor’s scrapes. “He look’s familiar don’t you think?”
“Hmm, yeah. He’s the doctor that operated on you for the ectopic pregnancy.”
“Oh, that explains it then. He really should take-“ she gasped when she peeled up his shirt to show an ugly scar that stretched across the right side of his torso. “Well… I suppose that would explain why he’s so skinny…” she mumbled and wiped a cool cloth over the bloody scars. It wasn’t bleeding too badly, but there was still a bit of blood from where some of the skin broke.
Toshi woke like he always did; with a pounding headache and the urge to vomit.
Except it's ten times worse.
All he wanted to do is sink into the cushion below him, sleep, and hopefully wake up without the usual pain. For a moment he does just that, relaxing and blanking his mind to let sleep overcome him again.
But the memory of the night before catches him off guard and it’s impossible to keep his breathing steady. Cuz holy crap! All Might was back. He was back. And…
Toshi groaned.
The heroes were after him.
He fought against heroes!
Idiot, idiot, idiot. Toshi could hardly believe that he actually fought against fellow heroes. He always considered himself as one… well, he did before the accident, but still. Toshi would have never thought of one day fighting on the opposite side of the heroes. Sure, he hadn’t committed a crime-
Oh shit.
Toshi shot up - he kidnapped a kid! - only to double over and gasp for breath.
“You’re up!” a boy said, and there's a sudden presence by his side but Toshi can't bring himself to open his eyes and look, because everything hurts and it feels like the day after the party. “That’s good. How are you feeling?”
Toshi groaned, not quite understanding how the kid could ask after his well being when it was Toshi who jumped across the city with the kid in tow.
“Um, you don’t have a concussion do you?”
“Hnnngggrrr?” For someone with a masters, his mind is incredibly sluggish as he comes up with ridiculous conclusions.
So apparently, Toshi kidnapped the kid, and the kid turns around and… takes care of him?
Ok, well, he’s gotta get out of here. Like. Five minutes ago.
Toshi makes a move to get up but the kid pushes him down and Toshi forces his eyes open.
The first thing he sees is green.
Green eyes and green hair. “Midori-“ then Toshinori blinked, taking in the whole picture. He knew this was the same boy he bumped into on the roof, but he vaguely recognizes the boy from somewhere else. His smiling visage overlapped with that of a crying child and Toshinori’s reminded of one of the few times he was actually able to comfort someone in this form. “-Ya…” he trailed off. “Young Midoriya,” he said clearly even while he internally shrieked. He hoped the boy had been too out of it to notice that All Might had kidnapped him then deflated into- well- him. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”
The kid, Midoriya, blinked, his face taking on a distinctive shade of pink. “You remember my name? I mean - not that you wouldn’t. But it’s just- it’s been so long. A-and I don’t remember yours! I’m so sorry Mr. Doctor- Sensei Sir!”
Toshinori chuckled. “Your hair and eyes were a huge hint,” he said as he tried to push himself up, only for Izuku to force him back down.
“You’re injured. Your side was bleeding. Mom had to wrap it.”
“Ah, thank you, but I’m fi-“
“Lay down!” a voice snapped.
“I’m fine,” Toshi tried again, pushing himself up, but firm hands land on his shoulders, and he's greeted with another familiar face that he remembers seeing on his operating table. The woman had a miscarriage, and while Toshinori rarely dealt with patients from that ward, there had been no other doctors on hand that could have performed the surgery so Toshinori had done it.
His eyes traveled from her face to her stomach where he knew she had a scar. “Are you ok?” Toshinori couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Is your scar giving you any trouble?”
She gaped at him.
“Am I ok? You’re the one who’s been coughing up blood in his sleep!”
“I was?” Toshi asked. He coughed up blood all the time. When he first got his injury, he’d he’d wake up to bloody pillows, but he hadn’t coughed in his sleep in a long time. Not to mention that if he had been coughing up blood, then how hadn’t he drowned in the liquid? He hadn’t woken up on his side.
He tried sitting up again but the hands were still there.
“I’m fine. Really,” Toshinori tried to assure.
The woman only narrowed her eyes at him.
“I- I always cough up blood.”
That, apparently, was not the right thing to say.
“Um…”
“You should take better care of yourself.”
“I - yes?”
“You can sleep here for tonight. It’s late anyway. Are you hungry?”
“Uh no, not really,” Toshinori answered, even as he realized that he hadn’t had a chance to decline her offer to stay the night.
“I’ll make you a bowl of soup,” she said.
“That’s really not necessary.”
“I’m making you a bowl of soup,” Midoriya-San said with steel in her voice before turning to her son. “Izuku don’t let him move too much and call me if you need help.”
“Ok,” the boy beamed at his mother before shooting Toshinori an apologetic smile. Toshinori doubted the boy felt bad at all.
“I really am fi-“ Toshinori coughed and tried to hold in the blood but couldn’t. “Shit.”
“Are you ok? Should I call mom? Sir? Doctor? Sir?” arms waved crazily before Toshinori, as if unsure of if they should rub his back or hold him down.
Toshinori groaned once he got his coughing fit in order. “It’s Yagi Toshinori .” The boy’s eyes widened.
“Oh,” he blushed. The kid did that a lot. “Oh um, let me clean that for you.” Toshi felt a hand on his wrist and instinctively tugged his hand away. He didn’t want to get blood on the kid, but the boy had a strong grip and when a damp towel was wiped over his knuckles, Toshi opened his hand to get the worst of the blood off.
Dinner with the Midoriya’s was… interesting.
The food was great, no complaints there, and the company was unique.
Izuku was an animated talker and loved analyzing all heroes while waving his arms to get the point across. He often forgot about his food in favor of talking and Inko had to constantly point out that the food was probably getting cold. She pointed out that fact to both of them; Izuku for forgetting about his food in favor of talking, and Toshi for merely putting his spoon down.
“I’m full,” Toshinori had mumbled at one point during the null in conversation.
“You only had four bites,” Inko had said.
“You’re counting?”
“Eat.”
In the end he managed to eat a third of the bowl before finally having to put his foot down.
“I can’t. I uh- don’t have a stomach.”
Inko had apologized profusely after that. She even burst into tears and Toshi admitted that his stomach was still there, just smaller, and she was right. He really should eat more. And that was the most fulfilling meal he’d eaten in six years. So please stop crying!
She didn’t stop crying.
The next day Toshinori woke up nervous. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to Izuku and the boy hadn’t mentioned anything about what happened on the roof. There was no mention of him being chased by Heroes or why he’d basically kidnapped the boy off of school campus and whisked him away to some alley.
Toshi’s nervousness was only added to when the boy ran down the hallway loudly. “Mom! It’s All Might!”
“Shh, Yagi-Sensei is still sleeping.”
“But mom…”
Ok, calm down Toshinori. If the kid was telling Inko that he was All Might it wouldn’t be that bad. They were nice and Toshi was pretty sure that they weren’t villains… they might go to the media with the information though…
“Shit,” Toshinori forced himself up and dragged himself out of the guest room.
He barely got out of the room when Inko appeared at his side, hands ghosting over him and asking if he was ok while lightly scolding Izuku for waking him.
“I was already up,” Toshinori admitted. “Look, about what you two were discussing…”
“Isn’t it great? All Might’s back! He was sighted two nights ago!”
What? Toshinori blinked, the breath he was holding let out in a big whoosh.
“That’s great,” Toshinori said dumbly.
Izuku hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t been sure. The boy had been turned away from him then hunched over while they were on the roof, but Toshinori had still feared that he had seen something on the roof or alley, or even during the leap over the city, but apparently not.
Awesome. That was perfect.
This was a bunch of super crap. This was not awesome. Not Super Duper. This was complete bull shit.
Toshi stared at Izuku’s computer, eyes glued on one sentence in particular.
-All Might is being charged with fleeing and attacking officers of law.-