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Enji tipped his head down in shame, his arms and legs wrapped around the body pillow. Enji didn't know if he was coping with the number of battles he lost to All Might or what, but here he was, snuggling against a pillow with his rival's face plastered onto it. Enji nudged his head into the side of the pillow, trying to hide from his embarrassment, but his attempts proved futile.
God, what's wrong with him? An abnormal amount of heat rushed to his face as he squeezed the pillow, the warmth only partly due to his quirk. He wished this was real, he really did. He remembers the small touches All Might had given him, lightly grazing his shoulder or back with a flat palm. Enji stopped himself from fantasizing too much, the light teasing touches engraved into his memory making it difficult. It was now hard for him to breathe from how hard he was digging his face into the pillow.
His face reddened ever more when he caught a glimpse of the other side, now remembering what was there. It wasn't like he hasn't seen All Might naked, in locker room showers he saw him of course, and the pillow didn't get the size right. Jesus All might even surpassed him in dick size... Enji hates whenever that memory pops up, or that memory when he was caught staring at All Might in the shower room. The other man laughed it off with a big goofy grin on his face, telling him it was alright. Enji almost got a boner right then and there.
But he didn't like him, right? He just wanted to surpass him, show him who was better and reach number one. No alternative motives to it. Though, it would be nice, to... Be with him. For now, he can just pretend.
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