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“Oh mah gawsh! It’s All Might!”
Instinctively, the Hero flexed his muscles at the mere mention of his name and was rewarded by the screams of his rabid fanbase as they took out their phones and the flashing of lights started.
“IT IS INDEED, I, CITIZENS!” he boasted, his booming voice reaching all corners of the streets.
Like moths to a flame, people broke from their commute to flock towards the Number One Hero, and soon enough the brightly-costumed man found himself bombarded by requests for autographs and selfies.
‘This is why I should stick to roofs… ’ he sighed, reluctant-, er, enthusiastically posing for the crowds.
“All Might, All Might!” a female with strawberry blonde hair called out, jumping around in excitement. “Sign my chest!”
There was a shirt on the woman. ‘Was’ being the operative term, as she pulled down to a level that was just covered enough not to be considered scandalous.
By some metrics, anyway.
Though used to requests such as that, the Hero still blushed and looked away.
“A-AHEH! SORRY MADAM, BUT I FEEL MY WIFE WOULD BE RATHER DISAPPOINTED WITH ME SHOULD I DO SO!”
Before he could offer to sign something less… marriage-wrecking, a buzzing sound from his back pocket distracted the Hero from his mob of fans.
“A phone call is here! A phone call is here!”
‘Aha! He internally cheered. ‘An excuse!’
“AHA!” he laughed. “AN ALERT! I APOLOGIZE FRIENDS, BUT JUSTICE WAITS FOR NO ONE!”
Yanking the phone from his back pocket, All Might spun about and launched himself up and away, angling towards the nearest high-rise in sight to create distance between him and overeager fans.
Gently landing as only a 604 pound man could, All Might saw that the caller ID was from none other than his darling wife, Inko’s. Swiftly, he answered the call.
“Inko’s water broke,” a voice responded, one he instantly recognized as his sidekick, Mirai Sasaki. The grip on his phone tightened drastically at the news.
“Is she okay?! Geeze, a-are you getting her to the hospital?! When did this happen?!” Toshinori asked in rapid succession,mind full of worry.
“Calm down Toshi”, he soothed. “I’m driving her to the hospital near our agency as we speak and she’s handling it about as well as expected. I was just calling because I figured you’d want to know about it. Don’t get yourself worked into a panic over this.”
All Might began to work himself into a panic.
“AIIIIEEEEE!”
“{ Oh, for fuck sake !}” Toshinori swore in English, peering over the edge of the building to see nothing less than a mugging in progress.
All Might nearly choked at the sight of the Villain, a slim, muscular man with a handlebar mustache wearing a spiked, leather thong that appeared to be a genuine male strippers uniform, and a tight V-neck that hung way too low on his chest. To hide his identity, he wore sunglasses.
Heart-shaped sunglasses. All Might couldn’t tell if the victim was more horrified by the fashion choices of her mugger, or the fact that his arms had extended like rubber and were coiled about the woman’s arms as he held her still with a perverted smile.
“T-toshi?” Inko’s voice chimed from over the line, clearly strained. “W-what was that? Who’s screaming?”
“Ugh…” he sighed, glaring down at the crime like it was a personal affront to his home life. “Unfortunately timed mugging…”
“W-Well don’t waste your time talking on the phone with little o-old me!” Inko huffed. “You’ve got a job to do!”
Toshinori sighed, half in exasperation and half in amusement at his wife’s words. “Thank you dear. I'll be there as soon as I can,” he smiled, hanging up the call soon after.
All Might prepared himself to jump down there and end the crime quickly, however three other criminals seemed to appear from nowhere, cutting off the only clear exit from the alley and more importantly, making the situation that much more difficult for Toshinori to rescue the woman safely.
The newest addition was wearing jeans and a letter jacket, and was oddly carrying a tape recorder in one hand and a comically large, heavy-looking spoon in the other. Again, Toshi couldn’t decide if the spoon was the weirdest thing about him or if it was the rubber chicken mask he used to hide his identity.
Standing next to him was an unassuming man with the mask of what he thought was an American President, wearing a simple three-piece suit and carrying a basic pistol in his offhand. Finally, there was the third Villain, who Toshinori quickly deduced had some sort of Sloth mutation, mostly because their face was that of a sloth’s.
The unnervingly sharp claws attached to the tip of his very long, furry arms clued him in, too.
The masked chicken raised his tape recorder and pressed a button on the side, never uttering a single word all the while.
“Oh dear! This looks like it’s gonna hurt!”
The man stepped closer and raised his spoon to hit their victim and Toshinori decided now was the perfect time to make an entrance. With but a small flicker of his power, the behemoth that was All Might appeared within the alleyway in a gust of wind, shielding the woman’s body with his own.
Instantly, every Villain jumped back in fear.
“You should get out of here,” All Might murmured towards the woman, who instantly nodded and took off, running straight past one of the petrified robbers.
There were bigger concerns on their mind than the woman, now.
“This has got to be, like, the worst day we’ve had,” President-Face said. “I’ve had bad days, believe me, I have. Nobody knows bad days like I do. But this guy? This day? This takes the cake. Never been a worse day. Never.”
Despite his defeatist words, the man still had his pistol pointed at All Might and didn’t seem too keen on lowering it anytime soon. It was the disturbingly dressed man who recovered quickest, quickly stepping forward once more and putting on a confident grin.
“Oh come on guys, there’s four of us and one of him He can't be that stro-”
BAM!
All Might punched the man in the face and he went down like a sack of potatoes. It was always convenient how so many criminals stopped fighting to shout out some basic commentary or observations.
“Any other takers?” Toshinori asked, voice low.
Shakily, the man in the chicken mask fiddled with his tape recorder for a moment, eventually making the device utter out a feminine: “Oh dear!”
Wisely, he dropped his weapon.
“Dude…” Sloth mumbled. “He didn’t do the voice! All Might always does the voice man… m-maybe it’s not him?”
“He still knocked out Plas in a hot second, cuz!” fourth replied, dropping his weapon as well. “I ain’t riskin’ it!”
Sloth glanced at his companions, two of whom had already surrendered and the third of whom was knocked out cold. Then he glanced at the claws that seemed to replace his hands. He looked back to All Might.
The man merely raised a blonde eyebrow.
“I would advise you surrend- GHLK?!”
“HaHA!” The rubbery man laughed, having either suddenly awoken from his unconscious state or having faked it the entire time. “Kinda hard to inflict trauma on a guy with no skeleton, isn’t it big guy?!”
To Toshinori’s great annoyance, the Villain (and his now far-more disturbing costume) had lunged forward and contorted his entire body into what was essentially cellophane, wrapping himself around All Might’s like a mummy’s bandages and binding his arms and legs together.
All Might grimaced as the crew of Villains quickly sprang back into action, and he couldn’t tell if their swiftness was due to an innate sense of opportunism, or if they had planned such an attack against a strong foe.
Neither option was particularly good .
The Sloth man lunged forward with surprising speed, claws outstretched to spear straight through Toshinori’s stomach as the blonde hero struggled to regain his balance with his unwelcome passenger.
Tink!
The Villains all froze as the sloth man’s razor-sharp claws failed to penetrate through his skin, the power of rock-hard abs (and probably One for All) keeping him thoroughly protected.
The living wrapping around him peeled back slightly as the Villain’s head took shape, contorting at an unnatural angle to peer at his abdomen. Aside from a torn costume, there was no sign of any damage on his skin.
“Dude…” he groaned. “You could grind cheese on those things…”
“I do workout,” All Might offered.
Again, All Might couldn’t help but raise an incredulous eyebrow as the remains of the Chicken’s giant spoon was lifted from his head, the metal dented into a perfect replica of All Might’s signature hair spikes.
click “Oh dear!”
Undeterred by two horrific failures, the plastic man’s head twisted around to send an evil glare at All Might. “Well I hope swimming was on that workout plan of yours! Be a doll and take a deep breath, yeah?”
Before Toshi could question that statement, the body holding him down suddenly stretched even more, the wrapping surrounding him quickly traveling up to encompass his mouth and nose. Much to Toshinori’s mild surprise, this Villain’s plan had merit.
He couldn’t breathe!
However, All Might had a trick up his sleeve. One that attracted all the fangirls, and scared away the villains.
All Might flexed .
Riiiiiiip!
“AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” the pervert screeched in perfect soprano, the wrapping that was his body falling limply to the ground as the shockwave from his flex forced the man to stretch either too far, or too suddenly.
Either way, he was definitely out of commision for the foreseeable future. The screaming kinda cemented it in his mind.
Again, All Might turned around to face the other three Villains. “Round three, anybody?”
All Might smiled as the chicken knocked himself out with the All-Might themed spoon, the grin growing wider as the remaining two Villians wisely gave up the fight and sat down. Swiftly, the Hero pulled out his phone and called for the police to pick these men up, but blanched as he saw the time.
This had taken nearly five minutes…
“Y-y’know, if you’ve got somewhere to be man, y-you can just go!” the sloth offered, his friend nodding agreeably. “We won’t run off, honest!”
All Might glanced around.
“I think I might just take you up on the offer, young man,” he grinned.
Five minutes later, the police arrived at the alleyway and found three villains tied to a lightpost, with the rope used to bind them being none other than the body of a fourth Villain.
" BAIIIN! You gotta help us, we’re tied to the lamppost! BAAAAAAAIN! " Plastic Dude said, as the police tried moving him and his tied companions into a police truck.
As for All Might, he was already halfway across town, bounding over rooftops with the aid of his power. Heading towards the location of the Hospital his sidekick sent into his phone.
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Mirai stood in the waiting room. He had taken Inko to the Central Hospital, one of the best in all of Tokyo, if not Japan. While he knew Inko was in good hands, he definitely felt nervous to some extent. While he and Inko were not ‘best friends’, they still hold a decent level of friendship, with the other fact being she had been one of the best positive factors to his idol's life.
‘ The only person that actually got him to slow down on his patrol hours and take breaks ’ he thought. As he pondered on the thought he felt a nudge to his leg, looking down towards the sensation he saw the familiar face of Sorahiko Torino, wearing a buttoned up yellow shirt with blue jeans and his cowboy boots.
“Wonder what got you fretting , Mirai,” he said. “No need to worry about her safety. She's a stubborn one if she’s able to handle Toshi’s recklessness”
“One can never be too cautious Torino” Mirai replied.
“Bah, you're only saying that because you're paranoid. You could have used your foresight if you were that worried,” Sorahiko snarked back. Mirai looked at him with a small glare.
“I shouldn't use my foresight unless absolutely needed,” he responded, with Sorahiko just grinning back at him.
“Then that shows deep down you know she'll be fine. My question is how much the young’n will be like his old man!”
Mirai chuckled at the old man's words, before freezing and adopting a rather stoic look, contemplating a question he himself had asked upon hearing the news of Inko’s pregnancy.
“Do you think the child will have any traits of… it ?” Mirai asked Sorahiko, the short veteran hero looked up at him with a confused look.
“Have any of what? Those stupid hair thing Toshi’s got?” Sorahiko asked.
“You know what I mean , ” he growled.
“Yeesh, calm down, grouchy. ‘S unlikely. Nana’s kid sure as hell never showed no signs a’ it, not ‘fore she gave ‘him away, and not in any of the years we checked up on ‘im afterwards neither. Whole thing’s more mysterious than th’ Flyin’ Spaghetti Monster.”
“For the last time, that creature doesn’t exist!”
“Says the non-believer.”
“There’s no proof!”
“He’s temperamental! We don’t see Jesus poppin’ up willy nilly, do we? He’ll show up when he feels like it!”
Before the two could get into a more detailed debate on the nature of religion, the doors to the waiting room burst open, with Toshinori marching through. Instantly, the pair stood straighter and looked at the father-to-be.
“Bout time you arrived, zygote! Heard you got distracted,” Sorahiko grinned.
“Had to tie an annoying villain to a lamppost…” Toshinori grumbled, taking a breath as he looked to Mirai for an update.
Sensing his cue, All Might’s sidekick adjusted his glasses and attempted to calm his idol down. “Inko’s going through it at the moment. I was told that it should take an hour at most with the Quirks they have on hand to ease the process. There’s nothing to do but wait,” he finished, hoping his idol wouldn’t try something stupid like assisting the doctors.
“But-” Toshinori tried to say, only to receive a whack to the kneecap by Torino for the attempt.
“Th’ doctors don’t need you and Inko’ll be fine iffin you ain’t there every second of the process. Siddown and wait,” he snapped, the command instinctively forcing Toshinori to do so. By the time he’d realized what had occured, the Symbol of Peace merely sighed and accepted his fate.
As the minutes turned to hours, Toshinori passed the time by constantly checking his watch and occasionally pacing around until he got whacked by his mentor, ultimately culminating in his current position of rapidly thumping his boot against the floor as he leaned against the wall. While Mirai seemed unbothered by All Might’s nervous mannerisms, Torinio had other opinions on the matter.
“Do you HAVE to do that, Toshi?!” he growled, menacing the man with his walking cane.
For the safety of his toes, All Might widely ceased the thumping. “S-sorry Sir,” he bowed. “It’s just… I-I’m going to be a father once they get done and I can’t help but be worried.”
To that, Sokahiro rolled his eyes. “Oh for pete’s sake you helpless zygote, you’ll be fine. You might be reckless but Inko’s got her head screwed on straight for the most part. Besides, you’re the richest man in the world! If you’re somehow unable to raise a kid on your own you can just hire someone to do it.”
“I know you wanted to keep the gender unknown,” Nighteye began, adjusting his angular glasses. “But I’m curious, have you decided on any names?”
“Well Inko and I were thinking-” Toshinori began, only to get cut off as a nurse opened the doors leading to Inko’s room.
“Mr.Yagi?” the nurse asked, only for Toshinori to practically teleport in front of her.
“Is she okay?! How is the baby?! Did everything turn out fine?!” Toshinori questionedin rapid succession, ultimately receiving a thwack to the leg from Gran Torino’s cane.
“Let the lady talk dammit,” he grumbled.
Tittering, the nurse shook her head. “There’s no need to worry, no complications were observed and Mrs. Yagi’s simply resting with the baby now.”
Hearing the acknowledgement that there was indeed a child in the next room over caused a bright smile to break out on All Might’s face. “C-can I see them?”
“Of course,” she acquiesced, stepping to the side and ushering the taller man into the room. Instantly, Toshinori’s eyes darted to Inko’s tired form on the hospital bed, her emerald irises staring beautifically at a tiny bundle of cloth held in her arms.
“Hey handsome,” Inko murmured, tired eyes not even moving to look at him. As softly as he could manage, the blonde man tip-toed over to his wife’s side, seeing a hint of fluffy green hair peeking out from beneath the bundled cloth.
“Hey beautiful,” he whispered back, not wishing to wake up the sleeping infant. Inko smiled as she held the cloth up gently to him.
With great care, Inko leaned forwards and offered the bundle to All Might, who after a moment’s pause, gently reached out and ushered the child into his arms. Soon enough, blue eyes met green once more, and All Might had seen the face of his child. Emerald hair, with a few streaks of yellow alongside bright, cherubic eyes and diamond-patterned freckles on the cheeks.
“Guess your hair managed to beat out my own genes,” he joked, getting a tired chuckle from Inko.
“You managed to weasel some in there too, Toshi. I think he’s perfect like that.”.
“A boy!” he gasped, smiling at the small form in his arms. smiled, staring at the small form in Inko’s arms. “Any idea what the name should be? ”
“I was thinking…Izuku.”
“Izuku… I like it. Izuku Yagi.”