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♡Enji has to get a cast after Yagi accidentally breaks one of his arms during training.♡
Chapter Contents/Warnings: 16-18yr old ToshiEnji, closeted Toshinori Yagi, fluff, slight hints of angst, implied past character death.
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"I'm really sorry Enji– I really am!" Toshinori whined, kneeling at the side of Enji's hospital bed. "What?! I don't care, and stop getting informal!" He barked, pointing at him with his chopsticks disrespectfully, mouth full of the assorted hinamatsura treats Toshinori brought him. He grumbled an insult, before continuing to stuff his face.
Enji was only reminded of his position as Toshinori watched intently, a big dumb smile plastered on his face as he watched the redhead eat. "You can leave, Yagi" Enji gestured to the door, clearly a hint for the other man to make his exit "But I don't want to leave you alone, especially since I caused this!" The blond mithered.
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Hours later, Enji gave one last attempt at getting Toshinori to leave.
"Don't you have better things to do?" He looked at the blond, who had just walked in with a real meal for Enji, not the sweet crap Toshinori brought for him. Even though the sweets he brought were, admittedly– really good... it's not like he'd admit that. Downside was the hospital food was quite crappy. And Enji should be discharged once an old lady specialist came to 'help'.
"Nope, not at all!" Toshinori grinned, setting the tray down onto his lap, luckily Enji was able to wear his normal clothing again. The flame-wielder turned his attention to his food, his disgusting, disgusting food. He didn't know what was worse, Toshinori being here, or the food.
Disgusting mushy peas, unseasoned corn, rice, and milk. He eyed his food, apparently for a while because Toshinori asked if he wanted something else.
"Yeah, that'd be nice, thank you." He mumbled, but Toshinori understood very quickly.
"Alright! I'll be back in a minute, cya Enji!" The blond waved goodbye quickly, rushing out the door, with the loud footsteps of his large shoes hitting the tile echoing the halls. Enji groaned, relieved of his presence, but now a part of him suddenly felt empty– it's probably because I'm hungry. He pushed his tray to the side the best he could with one arm, the tray almost sliding off the bed with how much force he inadvertently used.
He gave up, leaning back and accepting his fate as being miserable as all hell in this cast for about, what, eight weeks? How is he even supposed to train during that time? He growled in frustration, throwing his head back and turning to his side– his side which didn't have a broken arm. About ready to fall asleep on an empty stomach.
His peace was short lived as he was interrupted by Toshinori tumbling through, nearly tripping over himself. Enji scoffed, a smile prominent on his face at the near failure of his proclaimed rival. "S-sorry Enji, I went as fast as I could!" He held out a take out box, with a brand name Enji was unfamiliar with. Did Toshinori seriously go all the way to a restaurant to order food just for him?
The exuberant blond moved the tray off his bed with speed, placing the rather large and heavy box on his lap. Enji was glad he was so used to heat– he could feel the warmth of it through the foil laced inside and his baggy jeans. Enji looked up at Toshinori's flushed face, looking a little nervous.
"I'll pay you back later." He commanded, making it clear that he shall not be in debt to Toshinori, and never will.
"Mmn–? don't worry, You don't have to!" He looked confused before smiling, and backing up to sit in the chair next to the bed.
"I know, but I am going to pay you back."
"It's not necessary, you make it sound like it is...!" Toshinori chuckled nervously, tilting his head and scratching his blond hair in confusion.
"I don't care, I'm paying you back Toshi." Enji didn't even realize that he called Toshinori his given name– not even his full first name, but a nickname. His brain stopped dead in it's tracks, only focusing on the smug look on Toshinori's dumb face. "G-goddamn you Yagi!" He face palmed, now ignoring all conversation and getting to work on opening the food.
The box contained ginger pork, champon, soba, deviled eggs, and teppanyaki. Enji's face lit up, with flames, and with embarrassment. Just because the stupid blond accidentally broke his arm roughhousing with him doesn't mean he has to bend over backwards...! The food was still very warm, just recently made. To the side sat konpeito and strawberry shortcake.
"Ah, I knew you haven't eaten since yesterday when I broke your arm... And I know you like sweets so I got you those!" He smiled innocently. His kind, thoughtful words and actions were so inadvertently patronizing that it was physically paining Enji even more than having his arm broken. The fiery tempered man didn't respond, only quickly getting to work on eating all of the food. He set a mental note to pay back Toshinori later, even if he had to shove the money in his pants and run away.
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A tall, masked man who he found out is named 'Gran Tarino' stood in the door of the hospital, watching as a much older aged lady kissed Enji's arm. "Well, the healing process should be sped up... Maybe try not to break your arm next time." Her frail old voice had a spark of sass, even with her age it seems she had a young spirit.
Enji resisted the urge to shoot back a 'it wasn't my fault'. He glared at Toshinori, who looked back apologetically with a rueful smile and clasped his hands together, facing away whilst hiding his intense blush. The woman walked away, her posture and the speed of which she walked made it clear she would need a cane soon.
Gran Tarino walked out with her, not before telling Toshinori 'just because his friend was injured, doesn't mean he can't show up to training.' And honestly, Enji agrees. Of course he still wants to surpass everyone and especially Toshinori, but that doesn't mean he actively wants to slow his progress. He wants to be the number one hero, but it doesn't mean he wants to be a douche and weigh down other good heroes.
Everyone deserves a good hero to save them when they're in danger, or to help with natural disasters. He won't impede Toshinori's progress, with his charisma and strength, he'll make an amazing hero one day, that Enji can be certain about. Enji looked over to Toshinori, working up the courage to speak his mind. Something he would never have to do with anyone else, but he knew his and Toshinori's relationship was... different, to say the least.
"I know that one day you'll make an amazing hero, Toshi" Enji turned to eye at him, standing up from the hospital bed.
"And I know that one day, you'll have children and create an amazing legacy." Toshinori seemed startled at the mention of children, though maybe it was just him nervous about the thought of his own kids.
"And– to be honest, you deserve it." The flame-wielder sighed, a rare moment of calmness and politeness. When his face wasn't all twisted with anger and resentment; he had a naturally beautiful resting face, Toshinori was quick to notice that, but he still seemed off-put at what Enji said.
"Errm– yeah... You think so?" He smiled, it seemed as bright and joyful as ever, but Enji knew there was something else there, too.
"Yeah, I think so. You seem to doubt my claim." Enji scoffed, looking at him. There is no way this cordial airhead doubts his social skills enough to think he can't get a wife... It would be as easy as breathing for him. Enji has seen the girls swarming him constantly, though Toshinori stupidly declines all the dates they offer.
"W-well– it's just not the lifestyle I'm striving for I guess." Toshinori shrugged, sweating bullets as he continued to give that fake smile of reassurance. Seeing him smile like that, all fake, made Enji angry.
"Oh? So you're a playboy? Don't wanna settle down with one girl, right?" Enji prodded, standing directly in front of the blond now. Toshinori looked shocked, eyes wide. Enji only looked back in increasing disappointment.
"No–! gah– I'm just, not interested in erm... having children in general...!" His hands rested on his knees, shaking and blushing furiously. It was odd, seeing his rival scared and shivering, it sparked a feeling in his stomach he couldn't explain... He pushed the feeling out of mind, only focusing on what to say.
"Don't want to be attached to someone? It'd be a waste to let your quirk not get passed down."
Toshinori didn't respond, in a state of embarrassment as he looked everywhere but Enji's face. "We should– we should get going." Toshinori sighed, with a neutral expression on his face, teetering between nervous and sad. Enji has never been able to read people very well, he's really only ever understood Toshinori.
Is he really so uncertain about a huge part of his future?
Enji followed behind closesly as they walked out the doors of the hospital room. He didn't see any harm in prodding at the subject a little bit more... Just a bit. But that can wait.
"I'll drop you off at your place, alright?" Toshinori's voice returned to it's usual tone of happiness. He didn't need to have Toshinori drop him off at his house like they just got back from a long date, but there isn't no point in arguing with the stubborn bastard. The redhead nodded, following the taller man closely as they filed out into the sidewalk, now on the path to Enji's house which was located in a more secluded area.
It was farther out of the city– apparently being a recluse ran in the Todoroki bloodline.
"So, Toshinori" The blond looked down at Enji confused,
"Yes?" He smiled expectantly, blush peppering his tan skin and the freckles on his shoulders seemed more visible in the orange-ish hue of the setting sun. They walked past homes with large privacy fences– nearing the Todoroki bloodline's manor.
"Why don't you want to settle?" Enji asked once more.
"Ah, I thought I told you?" Toshinori replied quickly, a small hint of annoyance. His smile faltered slightly, now having a more quizzical look on his face.
"I know that's not the real reason." Enji growled, elbowing Toshinori with his uninjured arm. His intentions and determination of getting the real answer clear as day.
Toshinori gave a defeated sigh, a quiet sigh as he turned to face straight ahead.
"Even if I did want kids, I learned that it'd be too dangerous." Ah, so he's bunny trailing away from the real reason, it's a detour. Enji gave a look of intense anger, wanting a more clear answer.
"But, I've never liked women in the first place." Toshinori's eyes were dead-set on staying forward, and continuing his casual pace.
"Men are more of my preference..."
Wait?
What?
Ah, my mistake...
Enji didn't speak, he only nodded. Well he didn't know that, and now he just feels like an asshole for prodding so much... So it was a bad idea after all. He mumbled an apology. He was too stunned to say anything else to him.
What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, sorry for asking why you didn't want kids or a wife so much. I didn't know you were gay, I never meant to force you to come out to me.'
"Here you are!" Toshinori gestured to his house, a rather large two story tradition home. A hint of tiredness was present in Toshinori's voice, enough to be of concern of Enji. The best thing to do is to disregard what happened earlier... Just focus on the good stuff...
"You can come in, just for the night." Enji mentioned to him as casually as he could.
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