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“When was the last time you got laid, Mighty?”He jumped from his seat. The two golden bangs on his forehead bounced as he looks back at his colleague. Toshinori Yagi’s mouth was now pressed into a thin line and he grimaced.“What” he says “Excuse me--?”Hizashi Yamada crosses his arms and laugh, his head thrown back. Yagi darts his eyes away from him, all while he pushes himself away from his desk. The loud pro-hero stalks forward to him. He rests his hip on the desk, placing a hand on the flat surface to balance himself. He moves his face closer to Toshinori.“Laid” he repeats. A sweat bead drips from the Symbol Of Peace’s neck. He pulls on the collar of his shirt and swallows a fat lump down his throat.“Laid? Why…?’“Why not!” Yamada’s booming laugh caused Yagi to flinch. “You look like you haven’t had a good lay in years!”And truthfully, he was right. He can’t remember the last time he had some sort  of intimacy with another person.And truthfully, he was right. He can’t remember the last time he had some sort  of intimacy with another person. Hero and teacher work always involved a lot of punching, kicking, leveling buildings and the occasional fan mails from admirers. No time to meet and fuck someone, just like back in the day. The last time that happened was when he was in America studying, a fine college aged bonafide player.Plus, he was healthier back then. His organs and his two sets of nipples were still intact.He hums out.“How can you tell?” he crosses his arms. Yamada slaps his back and Yagi chokes on his own saliva. The slap was rather strong, but it wasn’t something he was used to.He’s had someone throw a huge fucking concrete slab on him for Christ’s sake!The other blond man points at his face before wiping a tear from his eye, tacky oranges glasses pushed up to his forehead.“Have you seen yourself lately? Look! I can count the lines under your eyes!”All Might runs his hands under his sunken eyes, feeling the years growing on him. He gives a quizzical look.“How long have you been using that hand of yours?”Lo and behold, the thin and taller man lets out a comical sound of surprise, he spits his blood through his closed pearly whites and he chokes. Yamada still had a shit eating grin plastered on his face.“Mic--!” he says in a hushed voice. A blush forms on his angular face “What the hell are you on about!?!”“All right, real talk” he pulls the neighboring chair from his side. He spins the swivel chair and sits, chest and arms resting against the backrest. Two leather cladded legs on either side of the green chair. “Me-- No not really just me. Everyone’s been noticing that you’ve been looking tensed as fuck these days”“So…?” he holds a hand out to him as if asking him, what the fuck bro? Yamada shakes his head and sighs“It’s not good for you, Mighty! You’re only human and you need release!”Yagi inhales through his nose and exhales through his teeth. He rubs his face with his large hand and looks at the clock that was perched atop the two large doors inside the faculty.“This is ridiculous…” he stands up from his seat with a grunt. He straightens his dress pants and pushes the chair back in place. Yamada follows. He quickly places a gloved hand on his weary shoulder, he slumps forward and meets his gaze. The taller man stops in his steps, anticipating his friend’s next move“Wait wait wait!” Yagi rolled his eyes. He sees him fumble in his pocket “Midnight suggested this! She knows a place where you can relax”A small crumpled paper was present to him and Yagi scrunches up his face in confusion, curiosity and mayhaps, a bit of disgust. He plucks it from him and reads it. Blue eyes raking down on each and every letter and word.“What the hell is this?” he moves it closer to his face. His eyebrows knitting together.“It’s a bar, dummy! The bathroom there has a glory hole--”“GLORY HOLE?!?” he exclaims, eyes widening. A smirk threatens to tug the corners of Yamada’s lips and he bites his inner cheek to stop. Instead, he presses his pointer finger on his lips to shush him.“Hey, hey, hey! Keep it down will you? Kids outside might hear you” he waves his hand in front of him. Yagi pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down to his feet.“Why in God’s name- Of course. Of course. It’s Midnight who suggested this…”“As your friend’s, Mighty Man, we highly suggest you take your sexual frustrations out to this bar. Have a drink, get shitfaced-- get your dick wet inside a mystery hole”“You make it sound so easy, Mic”“It is! It’s the new age, baby! Men and women out there are getting real freaky and you're missing out!”The red on his face dies down, thankfully. Yagi takes one more look at the small paper in his large hands. Present Mic rests a hand on his friend's back, gives it a light and quick pat. “At least think about it. Trust me, the person on the other side knows what they’re doing!”“You--?”He pushes down the sleeve of jacket to check his wrist watch. Unexpectedly, he announces the time.“Hooo boy! Time for class! Gotta jet, Mighty!” he avoids All Might’s piercing and questionable stare. He scurries towards the door.“Hey, wait a minute-!”The brief sound of the door shutting shut him up. He was left alone, confused, a little bit flustered and curious. Yeah, maybe he’ll consider it. Who the fuck can stop him?--Going to the bar after classes seemed like a bad idea, but it was worth the shot. Today was hectic. The students in class 1-A really did him over with the rigorous training and the many questions being thrown at him. He had to cancel the training session with Young Midoriya for this, which the boy was okay with. Standing outside this fancy looking bar at 9pm made him look like a ghost underneath the neon lights and the signages that surrounded him.His sharp featured being highlighted by greens, pinks and yellows earned him a compliment from an older woman who was about to enter the said same bar. He smiles back and thanked her shyly.The wind got colder and his heart beats in an uneven beat.Was he really going inside this bar just to have his dick sucked and possibly get fucked in the process?A large hand pushes the bar’s wooden door, and he was greeted by the scent of smoke and alcohol in the air. Orange lights illuminated the room when he peeped and he saw various people of shapes and sizes. All together, laughing, drinking and he thinks he just saw someone stripping on one of the pool cue tables.A regular bar and there was a glory hole at the bathroom waiting for him.He swallows his fear and marches in. None of the patrons all pause to look at him. Step one : completed! Now all he needed to do was to build up a little liquid courage for the night. He tries to find a seat by the bartender’s island. Just under the flat screen TV and to the right of a very attractive woman wearing a red cocktail dress with scales. He sits down on the red bar stool, his hands tucked together. It was obvious that he was nervous and excited. The old bartender rests his arm and eyes him“What will it be?”“Oh. Beer” he says. The senior bartender nods and goes to the other side of the bar, producing an opened cold beer can from underneath the island. He slides it towards him which All Might successfully caught with one hand.  Sad thing is that he wasn’t even allowed to drink alcoholic beverages. If it was his younger self, he’d have a field day drinking half the bar until he passes out. The attractive woman to his right would’ve swooned at Prime Might, come home with him and have sex until the break dawn. Oh such is the life back then.Wasted youth is wasted, now he pays the price.His fingers tap against the cold aluminum of the can.
Do you really wanna do this? What if I stick my dick in there and a fucking rat jumped it. What if my dick gets cut off. Holy shit what the fuck do I do
Not one second left to spare, he opens the beer, downs it in one gulp and pulls his wallet out to pay for the drink. He wipes the residue on his lips and tucks his hands into pockets of his pants.“If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s down there” the bartender tells him and points his finger down the hall where there was a painting of a dog hung up on the green walls,brightened up by a single light. Yagi snaps his head at him. “O-oh…”“Be careful, though” the bartender brings out a glass and wipes the rims with a white towel “I’m not sure if the ole sucker on the other side is in the mood. I saw them comin’ in fuming mad”All Might nods slowly with an awkward look on his face. His mouth pursed together. The bartender laughs and shakes his head“Try not to get your dick bit off!”The people who sat along the island bar laughed, along with the attractive lady. Yagi blushes and rushes to the bathroom.
Try not to get your dick bit off
Why the fuck was that resonating in his head. The blood that should’ve went to his other head went to the one where the brain was.
Try not to get your dick bit off
What a fun way to start the night.--He swears he only sees this in the American pornos he watches late at night.
It was real! Those were real!
And he was not ready to stick his dick inside. He stands in front of it, his hands unclenched and hung from his sides. A small drip of blood forms in the corner of his lips. He moves closer and he sees the hole cut in a perfect circle. A grey masking tape concealed the sharp edges for those who want to be serviced.He grabs a hold of his belt.
Try not to get you dick bit off
Just one more step and…
Try not to get you dick bit off
He stops when he heard another voice coming from the other side. Blood runs cold and his hands rests on his leather belt. There’s a live person there. A live person waiting for some poor guy’s meat stick.The thought excites him, but why won’t he get hard?
Was it the germs? The sexually transmitted diseases? A stranger’s mouth on his cock?
The train of thought continues until he hears the sound of a man’s cursing, then a clang onto the bathrooms stall’s door. He jerks in surprise.“Fucking hell!”
Try not to get your dick bit off
--The next day, it was visible that Yagi looked disappointed. A dark and gloomy aura shrouded him whenever and his co-workers could sense it. Especially, Midnight. She places a hand on the hunched figure’s back and rubs it soothingly.“All Might…?” he stares at her in the corner of his eyes. He groans out in discomfort. His face was buried in the palm of his hands.“I went to the bar”Midnight's face lit up“Oh! I’m glad that Mic gave you the address!” she sounded so giddy “How did it go?” she asked in a sang song voice. Yagi looks at her, his right eye twitches.“I pussied out and got a stomach ache”Silence. Her mouth was formed into an ‘o’ shape.“Guess that plan didn’t really work, huh?” she laughs in embarrassment. “Oh well!” she stretches and exclaims it rather loudly. Yagi rubs his face hard.“There’s always next time you know? You can always try aga-”She was cut off when he raises a hand on her as if to say to cut that shit out“I appreciate what you guys are doing. But I’m not cut out for that stuff”If one were to see Midnight’s face, it was a perfect mirror image of a child who just got told that Santa Claus wasn’t real on a Christmas morning. She pouts. Hard. Yagi, however, was not swayed by her antics.“Aww, you would’ve loved it! I heard you were hotshit back in the day in the dating and fucking scene”Yagi sighs. Those threads on the internet were getting out of hand.“I would have. That was the old me” he sternly says. She places both her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the right“Listen, I know someone, or rather a number-”“No no no. After the glory hole thing, I’m done”“No, it’s not another glory hole” her blue eyes roll as she grabs a piece of paper from All Might’s desk and plucks the black pen tucked into the pocket of his coat “It’s a phone sex line!”“Oh Jesus…”“It’s not Yamada who you’ll be talking to, don’t worry!”“God”She returns the pen to him. The piece of paper is held up to his face. Oh, it wasn’t an address again“A number”“I know this person. She’s great at this. She’ll take you to cloud nine” she winks with a laugh and he sinks into his seat, a hand on his forehead. Suddenly, he feels sweat build up on his forehead and blood down in his throat.“How do you know?”“I’ve used her services before”He takes the paper and squints to better read the contents.“What’s the best time to call her?” he asks reluctantly, eyes not leaving the object tucked in between his fingers. Midnight smirks smugly.“Best time would probably be at 8pm or at 7pm, it’s a Friday and she’s probably working by then…” he sees her rubbing chin and hum in thought“All right”Midnight puts her hand behind her back. She gives him a final wink and leaves the faculty. The Symbol of Peace feels an uneasy yet excited feeling form in his gut. What the hell did he get himself into?--On the internet, many had conversations and imagined what All Might would look like in regular house clothing.Thirsty All Might fuckers said he probably walks shirtless around his own house, those not clouded with lust would say ‘Like a regular person’ . And then Yagi would turn off his computer, lay down and think about what the hell did he just read.And you know what, the thirsty All Might fuckers were right. He sits in his deflated form, his skinny body sitting on the edge of his soft bed. His top was free from the constraints of fabric but his bottom portion was clothed and he donned a pair of boxers that were All Might  themed ones.In his large hands was his phone. He stares at it for a while, the dial pad enticing to punch those numbers in. There was no harm in trying it. He weighs down the pros and cons of the situation.Pros, he gets to do it in the comfort of his own home, no one can see him or hear him. The other person on the line doesn’t need to be emotionally attached to him and they didn’t know what the hell he looked like and vice versa.Cons, he can’t really think of one. Maybe except the person he’s phone fucking with is recording him and uploads it on the internet and sells it. He can imagine it now! All Might ASMR. He has phone sex with you .And the person would probably charge a couple of bucks for it, make a fortune without him knowing it. He knows a lot of horny people on the internet would buy it. He shivers at the idea.He slaps his forehead to shake him out of thought. He’s overthinking again.He climbs on his bed and rests his back on the headboards. He looks up at the ceiling light and contemplates. Should I really call? His gaze moves to the wall clock on top of his door. It was only 8:30pm and he wasn’t that tired, yet. He had an ounce of energy left. He didn’t do that much today, only a few lectures here and there. He swallows the fat lump of doubt in his throat and he inhales through his nostrils.With an exhale, he shouts.He forces himself to get out of bed. When he does, he goes towards the pair of yellow dress pants crumpled away into a basket of dirty clothes. He picks it up and feels the pockets. When he hears a crinkle of paper, his ears perked up and he fishes it out.He smooths the paper out with his fingers and dials it on his phone. When he hears the beeps, he stiffens. He presses the phone against his ear, paces around his room and slips his free hand under the other arm.“Hello?”Soft and feminine and the skeleton of a man almost drops his phone. He falls silent and conjures up a sentence in his brain.‘Hellooo?” she repeat. He sits back down on the edge of his bed and the soft surface shifts under his weight.“I’m gonna hang up now--”“No wait!” and he hears a small sound coming from the person on the other line. “I-I’m so sorry for not saying anything soon. I was looking for...uh...things”She softly chuckle and he the warmth inside his heart spreads like a wildfire. Excitement built up inside his throat and lungs then she clear your throat. He breathes in to calm himself down.“No worries, sweetie. Is this your first time with me? I need to go over the rules and payment before you jump in” a smile forms on his lips.  “Sure”This gives him the time to calm down. He listens carefully to what you say and writes down your business email to pay you first beforehand. In an instant, he grabs his tablet and proceeds to pay you through a banking app.“What about you? Anything you need to clear up before we start?” you ask with a caring tone.
So soothing…
“N-no. Just the fear that you might record our conversation”“Ah. I don’t do that. That’s invasion of privacy” she assured him. He sighs in relief and he lays down on the bed. A small alert on his tablet let him know that the payment he made made it through.“Did you get the payment?”“I did. So it’s a 10 minute session then?”  he hears the shuffle of clothes and he the warm feeling comes back.“Yeah. It’s my first time so please go easy on me” he murmurs through the phone. “I won’t do or say anything you don’t like”You giggle“That’s why the rules are there, sweetie”“O-of course. Do we start?” he asks with hesitation and a small crack in his voice. She hum out a sound of approval. Soon enough, the atmosphere became silent, only the breathing of two people resonated on the phones and Yagi stares at his ceiling again.
How in fuck’s name is he going to start?
As if you had a sixth sense, you notice his bashfulness.“Hmm, tell me what you’re wearing” she begin with a sultry tone of voice and he almost chokes. He lifts head and looks down at his body. There was...nothing much to describe.“I’m half naked, save for my boxers” he hears her hum in acknowledgement. “What about you? Would you like for me to describe what I’m wearing?”“S-sure” Yagi rolls to his side and grabs a pillow to hold with the phone still pressed to his ear“Oh” he caught the sound of more clothes shuffling and he bites his bottom lip“I’m wearing some cute underwear tonight. A pair of pink frilly underwear with garters hooked around it. I wish you could see it. Especially my bra” you moan. He imagines her running her hands across the valley of breasts as for him, he craves to cop a feel the soft and squishy mounds of flesh “…it’s quite tight and my chest feels like they’re about to spill out any moment now…”A low groan from the other side and the blood travels down to his other brainless head.“O-oh. That’s nice” he coughsNext his boxers suddenly feel too tight around the crotch area. He palms his erecting cock “Tell me what you want to do to me”He almost spits out blood at your forwardness, then again, this was a fucking sex line. What more should he expect? He rolls on his back and lifts up the hem of his boxers. His cock was now fully erected and was painfully straining against the fabric.“Oh fuck-- I want to rip off your lingerie” he wraps a hand around his cock. His imagination ran freely when he was able to vocalize his fantasies more. The low growl in his voice sent shivers down your spine and an ache in your core.“Oh, and then what?”“Then I want to” his breath hitches when his thumb runs across the slit of the head of his staff, wiping the precum and spreading it across the velvet flesh.
“I’ll bend you over. Push your whole goddamn body on my bed and slap your ass until its red” he sees himself bending her over his bed and his large hand connecting to your ass. Her mouth would let out a small yelp and he'd continue to do so until she’s practically begging for it.

“Oh fuck me” the telltale moan from her was an an obvious sign that she were touching yourself as well.

“I’ll take you with my fingers. Prep you. Loosening you. I don’t even know if you can take my cock. You’ll fuck yourself on my fingers until you forget your own name--Hngh!” he tears away the boxers that blocked his way and throws it to the side to pump his cock. He moves up and down on his length, he thumbs the exposed flesh right under the head. He hisses due to the new found sensitivity.

He had no idea what she looked like but he had a clear imagery of how he would do her. On the other line, he hears her whimpers and the soft wet sounds of what he could make out as her sopping cunt is being fingered.

“Oh tell me more--ah!” she breathless say.

“Then I’ll drag you to the bed and have you sit on my face”

He listens to the noises she made and he was sure he struck a nerve in you. He imagines the pressure on his face and the scent. The idea sends him into a frenzy as he pumps his cock faster.

“Do you want that? Tell me--” his voice goes low and husky. “Do you want that? I’ll have you sit on my face. I’ll taste everything you have to offer. I want you to ride my face”

“Oh fuck me-” his breathing goes heavy. Her sighs of pleasure was enough for him to taste and feel her. His grip on his cock tightens and makes sure to run over that one patch of skin under the head.

“Tell me you want it”

“Hngh--!”

“Tell me you fucking want it”

His desire was clear as day. He begins to fantasize her core on mouth, lapping the wet folds and tonguing her sensitive bundle of nerves until she's shaking above him. He sees a pretty picture of her anchoring herself on him.

His own personal Madonna in Ecstasy.

“I want it--Ohhh!”

“Where do you want it, princess?”

“F-fuck in me! In me!” she moans grow loud and his hot breath hits the screen of his phone, creating a small fog on the glass surface. His grip on the phone becomes loose a bit.

“Be specific, princess. Where do you want it?” he stops the ministrations on his hot length and strokes it slowly this time. His cock twitches in anticipation. She, on the other line, groan out.

“Well?”

“In meeee” she sang

“In my pusssssy” she drawls out and he darkly chuckles at her desperation.

The feeling of what he had back during his Prime Might years came back. A renewed courage started to form inside of him and he loved it. Whatever she was doing to him was making him feel younger and better about himself.

“How wet are you?” he snarls.The grip on his phone tightens

“Fuck so wet…” she gasps out. He hears the sound of small vibrations.

“You using a vibrator,eh?” his eyebrow arches up in amusement “That thing doesn’t hold a candle to me”

His cock bounces as he emphasizes each word that comes out of his mouth. He runs his fingers across his pubic hairs and down to the length of thick and hard cock. He smirks.

“I’ll shove my cock in your pretty cunt and pound you until you don’t feel anything but it for days”

“Oh fuck- ” the sound of a furniture and more squelching, and he knows how much you’re getting off to this

“I’m...cumming!”

"Fuck, say my name.All Might. Say it-"

"Oh...! All Might-"

Yagi imagines it now. Her smaller body held into a full nelson as he squeezes his cock in as she whimper out his name. He imagines the mini contractions her cunt does around his hot member, milking him of his climax. In an instant, he cums hard. Thick and milky spurts of his release coated his stomach as he breathes heavily. The phone is now dropped to the side of his head on his pillow. He hadn’t realized it yet but he was sweating and there were dark spots forming beneath him.

He laughs mentally. How intense had he gone? He moves his to look at his phone. She hasn't hung up yet. Delightful. He picks it up lazily.

“Hello…?”

The sudden realization that he had asked her to call out his hero name made his heart stop. The post-orgasm bliss is gone and is replaced with dread. He had gone mindless with lust and his dick's head became in control.

"All Might, huh?"

"Oh...fuck...I-I" he grabs his pillow and hides his face in it.

"No worries. I was about to comment how you sounded like him for a bit. I've serviced heroes before..." silence and hesitation followed "Are you really...All Might?"

He catches the sound of a chair being moved and clothes rustling. He breathes rather loudly, causing the audio for the receiver to sound distorted.

"I trust you'll keep this a secret?"

"Of course! As I've said before I value the privacy of my customers. What happens between us is just between us. I can assure you, nothing will come out publicly."

Some kind of pillow talk this is. It's very unusual to have between two strangers after a phone sex session, but nonetheless, it reassured the thin and skeleton like man.  A wave of relief washes over him. He smiles and lets out a hearty and deep chuckle.

“Thanks for...uh” he taps his chin "The service"

“No problem. Glad that you enjoyed it"

“I did, very much. Goodbye and goodnight”

“You too”

And you hung up.

Then he realizes. He never got her name. He stares at his ceiling again. Maybe next time. He felt too relaxed to even move. That was the best release he’s ever had in years. He closes his eyes and drifts into to sleep, not bothering to clean himself off.

He’ll definitely call again

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

The bags under Toshinori’s eyes somehow lessened. He had a full night’s sleep and almost overslept that day after his experience. He came to work, hair slightly messy and his buttons buttoned all over the wrong places, the white crisp fabric unironed due to his rush. Thankfully his yellow coat covered it. He didn’t notice but the rest of colleagues did, well mostly Kayama and Hizashi, that there was a relaxed and happy bounce in his step. His movements seemed more limber than usual. The two pals of mischief snickered when he entered the faculty with a small smile. He was whistling a tune of some American music he loved.Acting as if the blond voice hero was sneaky, he rolled to Toshinori’s desk using his swivel chair with an air of curiosity like a child.Toshinori was busy scanning the ungraded essays to even notice him. But in his peripheral vision, he sees Hizashi with his signature shit eating grin. He sighs and decides to humour him. “What?”He knows what he’s going to ask. Kayama probably talked to him about the number she him. Still he asks him. “Heard Kayama directed you to her” he wiggles his eyebrows.Again, in his peripheral vision he sees a shade of black come over. With high hopes, he expected to see Aizawa to come and drag his nosey friend away but it instead it was Kayama. And just like, Hizashi-- she strolled her way to them to join in on the inquisitive quest to squeeze out the juicy details. Kayama opens her mouth, but before she could speak Toshinori interrupts her “Before the both of you ask anything else, yes I called her up. Yes, it was...enjoyable” There was a joyful sparkle in Kayama’s blue eyes. The mole on her cheek is squished by the forming smile on her cheeks and lips. Toshinori pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. “Told you soooo” she sang. Hizashi stands up from his seat and pushes it to the side. He digs into his pocket and produces a couple of paper bills onto his hand. The R-18 hero gleefully takes the money (snatches) from him.Toshinori gave them a confused look and then his face turns into one of a surprised mother.“Did...did you guys put a bet on me?” “Mostly me. Hizashi didn’t want to believe it” she licks her fingertips and counts the money in her hand. Though the leather clad blond hero lost, he was not that all distraught with it. In fact, he seemed more pleased with it.“We’re just glad that you used the phone number. Now you won’t ever be lonely!”“Jesus…” The word lonely struck him in the gut.“But he’s still gotta use his hands. No way in hell she can just poof in do it for him” Kayama tucked the cash into some hidden pocket into her costume. Hizashi nods in agreement“True, but at least he has a partner now! Only the voice though…”They continued on the conversation as if he wasn’t there. Toshinori was now hunched over his desk and was steaming with embarrassment and both ears perked up when he heard the slide of a door.“What the hell are you guys talking about?” a deep and lazy voice interjects. Soon enough, they began to fill in the details to AizawaHe brings his head and clears his throat. His composure now back to being stern. Their attention is now on the older Pro-Hero “If you guys are done talking” his long index finger to the wall clock “We have classes to attend too” The two let out a sound of defeat, like two children being told that playtime was over. Aizawa, however, was grateful that the noise piped down. Toshinori pushes himself away from his desk and stands up. He straightens his clothes, taking the necessary papers and marched towards the door, leaving only the three of them to their devices.“He’s sooo gonna call her again” Hizashi quips. “I’m throwing in another thousand yen into the previous bet. You game?” Kayama snorts in amusement and Aizawa was still annoyed and confused. “What’s this bet you’re talking about anyway?’ the scruffy man asks. His arms are crossed and the two other heroes grin mischievously together at him. -- His focus wasn’t on the students’ education. It was on the phone that magically grew heavier in his dress pants’ pocket. His chimpanzee brain was shouting at him to call you again and not really do or say anything lewd. Maybe just have a small chat about your day.
Lonely
His fingers were tapping the clothed cellular device whenever he had a moment of silence and when Young Midoriya noticed this, he tried to ask what’s wrong. “You’re deep in thought, All Might” he says. The green haired and bright eyed boy stands beside his mentor in front of the big windows in the hallways. His hands on his sides and was tempted to tap as he did not reply as quick as he hoped. “Oh,” a 3 second delay then Toshinori faces him. He pats his protege’s messy hair “Nothing that should concern you, Young Midoriya. Now go back to your class! Heard it’s almost exam week. You don’t want to miss Ectoplasms’ math class, now do you?” You can’t exactly talk about a phonesex line to a teenager. That would be weird and probably illegal. He hopes that the young man doesn’t notice the uneasiness in his voiced. He wants to be alone...for now.“All right” he smiles at the boy. Before Izuku leaves, he turns his head to his troubled mentor “I was going to ask about our training session later….” he mumbles. Feeling a bit guilty now, Toshinori sighs and rubs his neck. He reaches out for the boy “O-of course!” he stammers “It’s always after classes, my boy. Same time and same place. We’ll try to work on your legs” “I see. I’ll see you then, Mr.All Might” he waves back at his mentor, as do he. He releases a sigh of relief. He turns his attention back to the window. The branches flow in the wind and the bird fly freely in the blue sky. He sees two of the sparrow birds perch on top of the nearest branch to the window. Their beady bird eyes stare at him but he does not mind. The two avian animals moved closer together and rubbed their heads on each other then to their chest, the two birds happily chirping with each other’s company. And now Toshinori does mind. The toothy smile had now turns into a small frown.  Lonely  He feels like calling you again. With no sexual intention at all. The birds flew away when another gust of wind came. The wind seemingly sweeping his thoughts away. He has a class to attend to. No more dallying.
Did he just get jealous with two birds?
He kicks the soles of his shoes and puts his hands in his pockets. He walks to his next class with his head down.-- He watches the sun setting down into the sea with his student. The orange hues mix in with the pinks and the blues that leaves anyone with a tranquil feeling forming down their souls. They see a group of women taking a picture by the concrete sidewalk. Despite their loud chatting, the environment does not lose the peaceful aura.Izuku excuses himself to go buy them drinks at the nearby juice stall giving Toshinori the time to check his phone. It was almost 6:30pm. He clicks it off, but opted to keep it in his hands. His two long arms perching on his knees as he sat on the sandy beach. The ocean’s cold water almost touching the tips of his shoes. When Izuku came back, it was almost dark and he sees one star shining in the chilly night sky.The young boy sits beside him, legs crossed and hands him his orange juice. Toshinori hums out a thank you and in unison, they both open the can at the same time. Chugging the sweet and orange liquid in one gulp then sighing in satisfaction.The blond hero crushes the can in his hand.“Mr.All Might?” The green haired boy says “You haven’t spoken to me that much during the training session. Did I do something wrong?”He shakes his and whispers a response“No” “I see. But you seem troubled. Maybe I can help…? Toshinori glances at him. Electrifying blue eyes shot at him. Izuku presses his lips into a thin line and turns his attention back at the sea. “A-are you good with advice?” he mumbles out. Izuku almosts screams.  All Might. Asking advice from him? Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?  “S-sure? I think? Depends on what it is though” he calmly says. What the hell could this seasoned hero want with a teenager like him?“Ah, you see. What if...what if you--” Toshinori bites the inside of cheeks. He stops himself from continuing his sentence. His doubting thoughts come back to him, like the waves crashing down on him“--Nevermind...It’s not important” his voice trails off and he stands up. He dusts of the wet sand off of his jogging pants. He cringes when he feels the moist fabric touch his skin beneath. The thought of having to sit down on the way home felt unpleasantIzuku was about to speak up but his idol raises his hand to shush him. “You go along home now. We, well mostly you, have a big day ahead of us tomorrow” he helps his student up and Deku gets up with a grunt. He nods but there was a sense of questioning to it. When they both got back up to the sidewalks of the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, they both said their farewells and waved each other goodbye. Then curiosity grows in Deku-- What was he about to ask him, anyway? All Might seemed to grow red about it. Was it a dirty secret? He hopes not. He shrugs it off and makes his way home.--His commute home was quiet. He didn’t bring a pair of earphones with him, seeing that he doesn’t have a need for it as trouble tends to boil up and happen anytime. He sits by the window in one of the trains he rode, the lights of the buildings passing by quickly. He scans the clean and pristine interior. Only a few people were riding along with him. One by one, he eyes them accordingly. First, a salaryman who was out like a light, his head swaying from side to side to find somewhere to lean on. Secod, a woman and with what he assumes to be her grandmother seated together beside the automatic doors.Lastly, another woman who looked to pretty to be riding this train. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath so he inhales and tries to look away. But his boring gaze caught her attention. She smiles with her soft pink lips and Toshinori blushes. He doesn't see it but she makes her way to him and he keeps his blue eyes stuck on the ground.Mindlessly counting the small dust speckles on the floor to avoid any contact. But he somehow, he wants this woman to talk to him.“Hey, stranger”That voice. It pinches a part of his brain.“This seat taken?”Kind eyes stared back him. Lips curled into a smile while she held onto the metal beams for support as the train moves.“Yes-” he sighs out. He’s fixated at her voice. Her face contorts into a concerned look. In an instant, Toshinori shakes his head and brings his hand up in front of her. She giggles“--No! Is what I mean. This seat isn’t taken”“I figured as much” she places herself just by his left side, leaving a small space in between them. Her bag forming a wall to build their personal space.He looks at her again. Just like him, she seemed tired. Her hair was in a messy bun, he swears he sees a pen stuck into a tangled mess. Her eyes were close to dropping but she seemed that she was strong enough to handle a minute long conversation with him.It was awkward to have a random stranger sit by him, let alone whose voice was awfully familiar to him.The woman had her back against the cold glass of the window. Her hands were folded into her lap, toying with the hem of her green and oversized jacket.“Long day?” she returns his look. There was that lovely tired smile on her face“Excuse me?” Toshinori arches up a thin eyebrow. He points at himself "Me?"
You’re talking to me?
“Yeah, you. Who else is beside me?” she laughs. Her shoulders jerking as she shifts in her sit. She leans into the hard plastic of the train’s chair and crosses her legs“Oh” he breathes out. Toshinori clears his throat“Yeah. Hormonal teenagers are hard to handle. You never know what kind of shtick they’ll play on you”It was half truth half lie. Today wasn’t that at all tiring. He was just thinking too much. And she, hums out in sympathy“I know that feeling. Teenagers are wild things. But hey, what can we do? They’re kids in the end”If he could describe her voice when she spoke, he’d compare it to fresh syrup being poured onto a fresh batch of fluffy pancakes. But the fantasy breaks-- not unless the voice you’ve heard before was moaning out your hero name“Yeah” he exhales through his mouth. His hands were intertwined with his as his arms resting on his long and thin legs. He winces when he moves in the seat. His pants were still damp.“I miss being a teenager, you know?” he snaps his attention back at her“Why is that? You miss the homeworks or the fact that you won’t ever be sent to actual jail?” he jokes and she laughs.
A refreshing feeling
“Probably. Only the latter not the first part. I still do some homeworks, though. Being a college student and shit--” she bites her tongue “Oh, excuse my French”He shakes his head“S’okay. I work around with teens who swear like a sailor” She snorts “You a teacher?” “Yeah, you can say that” A low grumble from her chest was enough for him to know she responded. The previous topic was now out of their minds.“What’s the wildest thing your students have ever done?”“Would it be too much to say far too many?” a grin forms on his lips and she snorts again, throwing her head back to the glass window. “You’re kidding?”“I wish I was. I’m not saying any names but during a hard test, this one kid telepathically sends out an answer. Lo and behold, I caught them. They forgot to exclude me out of their little scheme”“What even was the answer to this hard question?”“It was a math question and I’m not particularly fond of that subject. I asked their math teacher what the answer was and apparently what they telepathically sent out to their classmates was wrong--So think about up to 20 kids almost not passing?”“You ratted them out?” she asks. There was a tone of concern somehow in her voice. Toshinori shakes his head“No. I went through that when I was young like them--except mine was worse. I understand the predicament they're in”“Ah, a true ally of the youth!” And they laugh. Being young and dumb was something he misses dearly. Time flies too fast nowadays and its hard to keep up.
He was feeling awfully lonely too
A small buzz on her phone and he catches a glimpse of her lock screen, he mp3 player was visible. Quickly, his eyes widened and his thin eyebrows arched up--“You listen to Prince?” he tries to hide the excitement in his voice. Her mouth forms an ‘o’ on her mouth, then a slow nod“Of course! I love his music. They’re fun to listen to when you have to cram a thesis at 2 am” he lets out a booming laugh that catches the other riders attention. He shyly mumbles out a sorry and lowers his voice next“What’s your favourite song of his? I personally love soft and wet!”He felt giddy when the woman beside him hums in thought. He licks the back of teeth in anticipation and--“I adore I wanna be your lover! Beat is funky as hell and it just-- invigorates me? Like I can almost twirl around and dance the night away ”And there was a twinkle in her eye that makes his heart soar. So bright eyed and there a small pitch change in her voice when she said the last word in her sentence. It was painfully adorable for him. She pulls out her earphones from the pocket of her oversized jacket and plugs it in“Do you wanna listen to some music?”Without any hesitation, he nods with a smile.
For the night, he doesn’t feel lonely
The trip was pleasantly peaceful as the beats blended in with the long ride home to his apartment.--Even if the rest of the night was a blur, the morning after was nice. He wasn’t able to call for her services, but he felt...satisfied. He was able to talk about common interests with someone he met randomly on the train. The birds were chirping outside and the early morning sun didn’t seem to blind him all that much this time.A second night where he got good sleep? He feels blessed. Beyond blessed by the God above. When his phone buzzed before his alarm even sounded off, he hears a crinkle of paper in his pocket when he came to put his dirtied jogging pants into the hamper. His mood brightens even more and he feels his face get hot  He got her number! The lady from last night! Oh!  He hadn’t notice it last night, maybe the laughter from both parties drowned his mind? The high of another company probably distracted him to no extent-- But it was a good kind of high. A part of him wanted to chase it again. At the bottom of the paper, there was a note--  ‘Hey. I had super fun talking to you. Sad I never got ur name :(( heres my number tho!! Call me whenever and ill try ill answer you whenever i’m free!   XXX-XXX-XXXX’  Then a name catches his eye and repeats it. The vowels and nouns rolling off of his tongue perfectly and he feels happy. He’ll call her eventually.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

“Bitchhhh! He

legit

asked you to say that?”

Your friends pops a fry dipped into ketchup into her mouth. She pushes a black lock behind her ear as she does so.

“Ugh” you groaned. You throw yourself into the bed with a pillow hugged to your figure

“Well he does kinda sound like All Might! Have you heard his voice when he spoke during the sports fest in U.A? Just--”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve shown me that video so many times” said friend chuckles. A blush formed on your face and you sat up, cheeks puffed in anger.

“I mean, how many dudes have you had call them All Might when you cum?”

She was greeted with a pillow to the face. She scrambles to save the fries and ketchup she had placed on your bedroom’s floor.

“Watch it! You’ll get ketchup on your bed sheets and shit. You know how hard that is to get rid off!”

You laugh and ruffle your hair with your right hand. You crawl to her to the foot of your bed and reached over to grab a fry from her

“How long do you plan on even doing this? The whole phone sex line operator gig?”

She asks as she chews. You grab a piece of fry for yourself and place it in your mouth. The saltiness of it made you cough a little. Your friend, Aya, jumps on the bed with you. The motion made your body bounce on the soft surface.

You went quiet and sighed through your nose. Your arms are crossed under chin and you look up to her.

How long do

you

plan on doing it?

“Probably when I’m stable enough, I guess. I don’t know! The job is easy, don’t get me wrong…” your voice trails off and it was replaced by a small yelp when she slapped your back

“I hear a but coming next--”

“Buuuut! It can get boring real quick. It’s weird when you’re not in the mood. One time I had to talk to this old guy and I swear, on

GOD

, right after he nuts I hear him snoring...”

“The E-pussy that strong?”

“Aya-- E-pussy?

E-PUSSY

?!?”

“Ugh...Phone pussy then?

Phussy”

You roll your eyes when Aya snickered. Your hand connects to her bottom and she laughs even harder. The slap resonates inside your room.Soon enough, she straightens herself

“Well, if you do plan on doing this in the long run, I wholly support it! So long as you’re stable and shit like that. I get juicy stories out of it too”

“That’s because you won’t stop pestering me about it”

“Yeah but you get something in return,” she pulls the brown paper bag that had two burgers in it from the floor

“I get you food”

“Yeah, foooood” you mock her joking halfheartedly. She furrowed her eyebrows together

“I know, I know-- I don’t always hold my end of the bargain” she waves her hand

“All I ask of you is just to keep it between us, all right?” you take the paper bag from her to grab the largest order inside--

Aya’s order.

“Hey!” you get on your knees and raise your hand with the burger up to the ceiling, using the free one to push her away “Give that back!”

“I’ll give it to you if you say you won’t tell other people what I’ve told you”
 
“Ughhh, fine!!!” she grumbles like a child “Can I have my extra large burger back?”

“Say it first”

“

Iwonttellotherpeoplewhatyou’vebeentellingme

”

You lower your hand, to the level where she can just snatch the burger. The sound of wrapper crinkling was enough for you to know that the burger was now in her possession.

“Thank you, Aya”

She hums a welcome with a mouth full of food. You go back to your answer and her response. Until all the bills are paid, you’ll drop out of this job.

Until all the bills are paid...

Only a year left, you’ll finally become the dentist you’ve always dreamed of. You’re already coming up with a farewell speech inside your brain to your phone operated job.

--

Aya excused herself from accompanying you to the public library, claiming that her vertigo was acting up. The last thing you saw in the corner of your eye was her pulling out her game console and the echoing sound of

Smash

booting up when you left her room.

A very typical Aya fashion. You let yourself out at 1 pm to do your work while she was left alone to

nurse

her vertigo. You ventured alone to the public library.

When you got off your stop, the library wasn’t as packed during your usual days, which you were grateful for. That means the computers were not e by teenagers who just dropped by to mess around. Per usual, the librarian, who bore a bat like quirk, greeted you.

A kind and tall man who was too pure for this world. Thanks to his eyesight though, a lot of books were misplaced.

“Heya” the librarian, Mr. Hasegawa, calls out your name. You wave back at him. He notices the stacks of papers tucked in your arms

“Thesis again?” he asks.

His glasses were slid to the bottom of his nose as he eyes you. His vision was blurry but he recognizes you from a mile away any day

You move in front of his counter to answer him clearly.

“As always, Mr.Hasegawa”

“Are you working alone? Again? Good lord...”

You twirl your hand and nod

“By All Might’s fist, young lady. You should really report your groupmates! This is the 3rd time this month” he waves his finger at you

You groan and roll your eyes

“Nothing I’m not used to. Plus, if they don’t help they won’t graduate. I have full

control

of the paper” you arch your right brow up. A smug look on your face made you look like a villain for any cartoon show on television

“I have the choice to put their names in or not”

He laughs and stamps a book out. He slides the black hard covered book to the side along with the rest of the pile.

“Ah, a devilish move. Just like me when I was younger”

He stretches his neck

“No use on just talking to you. The computer is free for you to use today. Shoo shoo!”

You exhale and smile at him. There was a tired rhythm to you step as you made your way to the computer area of the library.

It was quiet. Just how you liked it.

The clock was ticking and you had a paper to finish.

One more year left and you won’t see those asshole ever again

---

Your thesis hours proved to be fruitless. Not really that fruitless-- you’ve managed to write half a paragraph for one part of the paper and looking for sources was harder than you expected.

Mr. Hasegawa notices this and pats your head. When you turn to him, he gave you a thumbs up.

“You got this, kiddo”

And he was kind enough to give buy you black coffee from the nearby 7/11 store.

So there you are, it was 4:45 pm and you’re still staring at the half blank google docs page. The blinking bar on the screen seemingly sent you a message--

Get back to fucking work

Then again, you’ve been at it for the past 2 hours while giving yourself a 5 minute break in between.

At this point, your brain was deep fried. Your hair was a mess and you didn’t have any elastics with you so you opted to tie your hair with a nearly empty pen you found at the bottom of your bag. It's been 10 minutes since you’ve typed something cohesive and you were craving some energizing form of mental or physical stimulation.

Your mind wanders. You think of your unfulfilled bucket list and the ticking of the grandfather clock hypnotizes you into a relaxed state of mind

Travel to Macau. Eat a Cayenne pepper. Be in a threesome…

You bit your cheek when one particular thought crosses your mind

Masturbate

once in public

No no no, you weren’t doing that.

Mr. Hasegawa maybe blind but his hearing is sharp as a knife. You bang your head using the stacks of paper beside you and you wail softly. The damning thoughts made you cringe.

How

awful

of you!

But your customer’s voice from yesterday was still fresh in your thoughts. Very deep and very kind. It was smooth like butter when he said he’d-

You pinch your arm to rid of the thoughts and it worked. Surprisingly. But you were bored out of your mind and if you have to type another scientific term again, you’ll combust.

You’ll combust so hard that it will put Endeavor to

shame

.

What’s a girl gotta do?

You quickly opened up a new tab, but this one was incognito, and searched up :

All Might threads

It wasn’t weird. You were curious about the guy and if you see another scientific paper that required for you to pay to see the whole fucking thing you’ll start throwing hands. And it wasn’t only you who’d frequent websites like these. Aya was an enabler. But your wits were at its end and you were mildly turned on--

He had you moan out his alias and you heard him moan back

You really tried to force yourself to believe that it wasn’t the

real

All Might. It was another one of those wannabes who’d frequent your work line. You had heroes call you for similar services

But--Why did that one particular caller made you feel flustered like this?

He painfully sounds like All Might. The number one hero of Japan and the ultimate Symbol Of Peace! Calling you and telling you his fantasies! Why on earth would someone like him call you?

Come to think of it, he was only a man...

You puff out your cheeks and sigh. You slump up in your chair, letting yourself slide down a bit to the point where your lower portion of your body is hidden under the wooden desk. You close your eyes a bit and you hear light footsteps coming at you.

“If you’re here to kill me, please do it” you grumbled out. Your hands were crossed on your chest and legs were close to drag you out of the wooden chair

“I don’t think I can handle writing anymore--”

A gentle voice calls your name.

“Young woman, your face has been planted on that computer screen for god knows how long! You’ll be blinder than me by the time you’re done there”

‘Ugh, Mr. Hasegawa--” the volume of your voice came out louder that expected, you covered your mouth when he gave you a stern look. His lanky hands were on his thin hips and his thick eyebrows were knitted together “--I’m not done yet. I have a few more pages left”

“You’re browsing an All Might message board” he moves closer and adjusts his glasses “What’s this?

All Might’s Top 10 things he looks for in a lover-”

Your whole body jerked up and your left knee thumps on the desk. Your hands flew to the mouse and keyboard as you blushed furiously and closed the tab. The default background of the public computer library now replaces the screen.

You see that he was fighting the curve of  amusement on the corner of his lips. You couldn’t help but pull a small smile on your lips as well. You feel his warm hand ruffle your hair, being mindful of the pen stuck in the bird’s nest you call your hair.

“I’m closing early, by the way. My cat is about to give birth”

“Give old Pia a kiss from me”

“As always. Now go!” he taps your shoulders lightly. His black eyes watching you stand up from your seat and take your belongings into your arms “You don’t want to be late for for the first train home”

You chuck your papers inside your bag, not caring if the zippers fully zips up

“All right, all right. I’ll see myself out, Mr.Hasegawa”

“Take care and get home safe, girly”

“Of course. Bye, Mr. H” you walk towards the large doors of the library. As you made your way to the door, you raise a hand made a gesture of farewell.

--

You went out for a walk right and a quick snack run after you left the library. You needed to clear your head so you went to sit at the nearest park-- which was the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. You found a seat not too close to the starting point of the beach, avoiding the sand so your fancy shoes won’t get destroyed by the sea and sand.

The water advances to the shore and it clashes peacefully. The sun was almost about to set and you move out of your seat to lean on the protective railings. Down in the beach, you spot two odd looking people--

A man who was impossibly skinny running with a young man who only reached up to the lanky man’s chest. You squint to better see them

Damn, maybe I am getting blind

You can see that the young boy was ready to pass out- they were running barefoot in the sand and you assumed that it was to better strengthen his legs. You put your hand against your cheek and lean into it. Into the cool air, the boy screams. That caught you off guard but made you giggle a little. You push yourself off of the steel railings and checked your wrist watch.

Oh

. You’ve been sitting there for almost 10 minutes now. The last train home was due in a few more minutes. You adjusted your shoes and clean up your mess, the wrapper of the sandwich you just ate was now stuffed on the side of your bag and the water bottle tucked on the other side. You fasten the straps of your bag and ran immediately.

You were sure that you would be sweaty as hell when you finally reach the train station.

--

‘ill be home soon aya dont wait up on me could u bring out the frozen chicken too? ill be making some grilled chicken when i get home’

“And send”

You placed your phone back into the pocket of your sweater with both of your hands stuffed in it as the gates of the train opened. Much to your delight, there were only a few passengers that night, only a countable amount people rode the night train home today.

You settle yourself just across the door and sat silently. Your fingers picking on the polished nails as you bounce your leg to keep you distracted. The back of your head rests against the glass window. The soft vibrations coming from the train, lulling you to sleep.

You closed your eyes with a huff of breath.

Where do you want it?

Your eyes snap open. Your customer, what he--you assumed to be All Might’s voice, echoed inside your head.

The burning sensation forms in your core. You press your legs together, hoping it would ease the ache.

I’ll taste everything you have to offer

You inhale sharply. You bit the inside of your cheek.

I’ll take you with my fingers

On the internet, there was a message board where the people who were rescued by All Might was having a small conversation. An odd anon, who had a fixation for the number one hero’s hand asked

What did his hands feel like?

Happily, the user answered that it was warm. Large and calloused as she expected. She continues to explain that his touch lingered on her side for days-- She wasn’t sure if it was because of his quirk or it was just him.

The feeling was all too great for her. And you somehow grew

jealous

. You imagine those hands holding your hips and making you bounce up and down on his--

Your body jolts thanks to the sudden halt of movement from the train. The door opens with a small ding and a few more people went out and only one came in. You eye him with curiosity.

Two long and blond bangs hang from his head. The back of his hair was a golden mess, to which you mentally compared to a sunflower and sunken but electric blue eyes could pierce into your soul any moment. He sits alone , just across you. His body leans into the armrest of the small seat.

Just like you, he seems tired.

And he awfully looks familiar.

He gazes at you and you turn away to look at your phone.

Then curiosity kills the cat, you found yourself standing up and trekking your way towards the lanky blond man across you. Your bag lazily slung on your shoulder and bottom lip in between your teeth.

He doesn’t look up. His gaze was straight forward.

“Hey stranger”

Stupid. Stupid. You sound like a creep, right now.

No backing out now. You’re already in front of the guy and you’ve already ruined his evening. If you’re quick enough you can say sorry and pretend this never happened.

You’ll go on your merry ways and--

“This seat taken?”

The words fall out of him and he stumbles like a teenager. He corrects himself immediately, eyes saying that he was sorry.

“I figured as much”

And you park yourself beside him. One chair in the middle where you settle your bag to separate yours and his’ personal space.

“Long day?” you smiled at him. He stares at you and you hope he doesn’t notice the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Excuse me,” you see him arch a thin eyebrow up  “Me?” he points at himself. The way his voice comes out in barely a whisper made rethink your past choices in life.

God above me, he was cute.

Aya would’ve have been laughing at you now. You loved that beautiful jerk, but you would’ve thrown your bag at her given the chance for your lamest approach yet to this--

This cute sunflower stock of a man.

You can tell that he was as old as one of your professors or Mr.Hasegawa himself but-- He had a charm of a flustering high schooler in love.

It amused you.

“Yeah, you. Who else is beside me?” you laugh.

He stares at you in awe. He seemed speechless for a while until he answers your question. And you tell him something dear to your heart, then he tells you a story. The two of you laugh and you feel as if you have found a new friend.

The two of you listened to your music together and before the 3rd music would play you hear soft snores coming from your right. He was adorable and your heart skipped a beat. An idea popped into your head and you carefully shifted in your seat. Your bag was moved slightly to properly unzip it. You took out a small piece of paper and your pen from the bag’s pocket and jotted down your number.

God strike you now if you accidentally gave your number to some creep

The movement of the train lulled you to sleep as well. Your head almost resting against his and the music continued to play as you drifted into a dreamless slumber.

--

“Aya, I’m home-”

You almost toppled over when Aya jumped on you and crushed you into one of her bear hugs.

“Bitchhh-” she lets you go and you try to find your balance “You’re never this home late!”

You look at the clock and it was already nearing 11:30 pm. You sigh and rub the sleep off of your eyes. You still had a chicken to cook. Your attention turns to your worried friend, her cheeks were puffed and her arms were crossed.

She looked just like a child

“Sorry, Aya. I couldn’t find a taxi that was willing to drive here…” You lightly push her aside to make way to the living room. You dropped your bag on the couch. Your body screaming at you, especially your legs that was cramping, and you mentally called yourself a dumbass for running then taking a cab and then running again to get home at this ungodly hour. You sit down with a sigh

The couch shifts under the addition of new weight. Aya plops down beside you

“You smell like smoke and armpits”

“I had to run and call a cab and run again, gimme a break” you snapped back at her. She slaps your shoulder and stands up from her seat. You lick your dry lips and turn to her

“Be a dear and go get me water” you point to the kitchen. Your eyes are closed and you feel the soft pounding of a headache forming. Good thing it was a weekend night, you’ll sleep your ass off tomorrow.

To hell with the thesis paper!

The inner you says.

They’re going to fail and it’s not your fault.

The sound of footsteps and a glass clinking onto the coffee table in front of you let you know that Aya was back and did what you asked her to do. You grumbled out a thank you and relished the feeling of the cool water touching your lips.

“You’re home late today,” your name rolls off of her tongue “What the hell did you?”

“Missed a train stop”

The glass was now empty

“I mean. You always miss a train stop monthly-” she sits down beside you again. You can see her scrunch up her nose due to your scent “What’s the reason this time? You stopped to pet a cat? Someone snatched your shit--”

You hear her breath hitch

“Don’t tell me!”

“Actually--”

“You met someone cute on the train!” her voice was full of cheer and you knitted your brows together. She wipes an invisible tear from the corner of her eyes

“You’re cheating on meee!” she exclaims like a scorned lover. She fakes her angered but the amusement in her voice was unmatched like any other. Your hands found the small throw pillow and threw it at her, right on her stomach to quiet her down

“Oh my goood-” you rolled your head to back. You pinched the bridge of your nose “Aya, you better shut the fuck up before the landlord kicks us out”

“Sorry! Sorry! It’s such a surprising news to me!”

You snapped your head at her with a scowl and then dropped your head once more with an audibly loud groan. She sighs through her nose

“Soo…” she scoots closer to you on the couch with her legs crossed “You wanna talk about it? Are they...attractive?”

She pokes your side with her elbow. Her eyebrow wiggles

A set of beating hearts and the clock ticking calms your nerves. The memory of the man you met on the train remains embedded in your mind. His scent-- the smell of the sea and the sun, and the way his voice rang into your ear.

So familiar but you can’t put a finger on it

“Y-yeah, you can say that…” you whisper out with a blush. Your face was hot thanks to the temperature and the walk home and the thought of him.

“Mhmm” she nods her head with her eyes closed “What did they do that had you...like this?”

She gestures her hand to your weary figure slumped up on the couch. Drowsily, you turn your head to her. Your head was starting to ache thanks to the position you’re in.

“I-I don’t know. I just saw them...and...I just...went close--like--I was just drawn to them”

“Ah, sounds like the case of

Love at First

sight!” she declares with a finger pointing to the sky and a hand on her hip

“Please do continue”

“Oh my god- Aya. Can we stop?” you  hid your face in your hands “I really need to cook the fucking chicken”

“I didn’t take out the

fucking

chicken” she mocks your tone “Now continue! I need to know!” she draws out the last syllables of her sentence. She wraps her around your arm and shakes it lightly

“You didn’t defrost the chicken-” disappointment covers the tone of your voice and the blush quickly fades away. Almost as if you were a mother ready to explode at their child. You lifted a hand from your face, just enough for you to peek through a small space

“Shush,” she cuts you off “I figured you’d be like this, so I ordered some take out from the ramen shop you love so much”

You gave her a dirty look and she only offers a proud smile. Her pearly whites ready to be kicked in by you any minute.

“Aya-”

“Just tell meeeee” She falls on her back when she rocked herself, her head lightly hits the arm rest “The ramen is on me! I got you your favourite!”

Deep breathes and you exhale out. You stood up slowly making your way to the kitchen. On the mahogany table, you see two plastic bags and two cups of what you assumed to be was a medium sized ice tea. You take on out from the bags, carefully as they were still hot.

You gently put one down and took off the lid.

She wasn’t kidding when she said she got your favourite

You sighed as you felt the hot steam hitting your face. You dragged the chair out and sat down.

“Aya” you called out

“Yeah?” she replies

“I’ll tell you what happened” you hear a soft and excited yes coming from the shared living room. She practically runs into the kitchen “After we eat”

“Mmmkay”

So she takes a seat just across you, but your promise was never fulfilled. You began to tell the story as you two were slurping some hot ramen.

You also wondered if he got your note that you slipped into his pocket. You wish he’d call you

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What’s fun about the internet that it’s a hot steaming pile of a fuck fest.Everyone can contribute to a certain thing with ease and with the power of anonymity. Almost everyone on the latter part, though. Those who dare put their actual names or some funky alias and contribute with something equally funkier to a thread were braver than the marines.Then again, it was a very common occurrence for you to contribute to such degeneracy.You mostly just lurked and beneath the curtain of disgust and the question of morals and etiquette, was a child who was genuinely curious. The brains of the mass, or importantly : All Meat Anonymous ’ was a..let’s leave it to an a . No words can truly describe what it was and you were on the verge if you should call the authorities but you found yourself snickering and cringing at the same timeAya was the one who introduced you to this monstrosity. Originally, she had shown you a piece of the thread that talked about how All Might would raw someone---
“oH MY GOOOOOD!” she shoves her phone to your face. The blue screen made you squint

“Bitch, read this! Oh my goooodd!”

“Which one?”

“Top one”

Carefully, you silently read the each words. Aya’s face was contorted into a wide smile and she was about to bust her seams from laughing too hard. You look up her from behind the phone, an eyebrow arched and with a grimace ready to be formed

“Girl-” she exclaims your name “Read it out loud! C’mon”

“Anon said : I want-” you pause yourself and the grimace that was supposed to happen, turned into laughter. You stifle yourself and you snort a little “I want All Might to rearrange my guts”

“Bruh” she throws herself back and rolls around as she laughs. She clutches her stomach and tears began to prick from her eyes. You, on the other hand, were infected by her laughter like a disease. She wheezes out something inaudible and her body is slumped against the headboard of your bed.

“Rearrange my guts All Might” she uses a mocking voice and you smack her leg

“Oh, All Might! Please rearrange my guts!” she gets on her knees and pretends to faint on top of you. You let out a breath when her small frame hits your back. Another wave of giggles rang inside your room

“That’s wack as fuck, but I understand anonymous” you said. Your head rests against your arm

“Bitch, same” she gets up and says with a hoarse voice “If you’re gonna get fucked by him, go big or go home. Right?”

You nod hesitantly with pursed lips

“I mean imagine that! I feel like  your pussy’s gonna do this--” she uses her hands to gesture what she’s trying to say. She places her left hand behind her right. The right hand’s palm touching the left hand’s back and it moves away from it

“Like this”

“Oh my god...”

“Like...the old coochie is going to retract or something”

“Oh my god” you hissed with gritted teeth. Your face was caught in your hands and  you tried to hide the blooming red on your face. The imagery made you laugh a harder than usual.

---

Ring ring!
“You browsing that nasty website again?” Aya calls from the kitchen.She was by the sink and was doing the dishes. The clank of the plates together let you know that she was doing a sloppy job placing the plates back into the cabinets.“Yeah” you responded back, but from the living room. The T.V was one and was playing some commercial for an upcoming collaboration with a hero and some fancy shoe brand that was too expensive for you to even care about
Ring ring!
“Hey, tonight’s your turn for dish wash duty” she comes out of the door arch. Her soap suds hands were moving up and down on her jeans to remove the residue“Got it” you bring your hand up with a thumbs up, eyes never leaving the laptop’s screen. You feel the couch shift and Aya’s body rested against yours“I wanna go out”“Then you go out”“Ugh” she buries her face against your shoulder. Her face moves in a circle motion and you feel the friction, you inhale a little to distract the ticklish feeling
Ring ring!
“Ain’t you got a phone sex job to do?”“Yeah, what about it?”“Your whore phone has been ringing since morning” you send her a dirty look, a small smirk begins to form on her lips. Thankfully, the ringing stops...for nowYou flick the top of her head and she flinches“Aya it’s not a whore phone!” you correct her with a playful tone in your voice “I used that phone to go and earn so I can buy you that Smash game as a birthday gift!”You see her rub the top of her. She looks at you with a pout“A’ight sorry!” she pushes herself away from you and leans on the other side of the couch. She picks up the remote and switches to the other channel. The next chanel’s loud music caught her attention. In the corner of your eyes, you see blurred out colors of blue and white“Oh, look! A new Korean Barbecue Grill just opened up at the mall” you move the laptop out of your way and place it at the table. Aya watches the t.v with intent.“How many KBBQ are there now?”“Who the fuck cares! The prices are much cheaper” she points at the t.v “Bitch, look! We can fucking drink Soju until we pass out”“We both got school tomorrow, Aya”“So?” she turns to you “I’ll have you know, our professor-”“Professor Watanabe?” you interrupt her. She nods“Yeah, that cunt, came into class all red faced and shit. You can smell the alcohol off of him”“Figures” you shrug and your other phones rings again. Aya gives you a nonchalant look
Ring ring!
“Your whore phone is ringing again”“Shut up”You get up with a tired sigh and make your way to your room, where the loud and obnoxious ringing was coming from. Before you leave, you turn your head to Aya“Wanna check out the new grill place?”Aya jumps out of the couch“Fuck yeah!” she pumps a fist into the air. The commercial was now long gone and over as a stupid drama show plays. You eye the t.v and you snicker when what you assumed to  be the main character get slapped by a smaller woman with a fist full of sand.“Cool, cool. Let me bathe and do my job first. Might take long”You hear her groan“This is why I’m glad you get the master bedroom with the bathroom”You roll your eyes and take your leave--The first caller was thankfully quick, something about him him ejaculating in the first minute. You hear him apologize despite the annoying sounds of his fan whirring in the background. Truth to be told, you were thankful. At least you made a quick buck out of it. Your hand dangles from the side of the tub and your feet were perched to the side. The herbs you added to your warm bath calms down your nerves and you were about to pass out any moment now.Your body was giving out on you. You softly sway and your grip on your phone loosens.
Just…close your eyes. 5 minutes… just…
Your eyes shot open and the beating of your heart rings into your ears. The phone in your hand vibrates and the ringing reverbs around the room, making your ears hurt a little.Quickly, you brought it to your ear.“Hello?” you sang out. You took a handful of water and splashed it on your face“A-ah, greetings! It’s me again-”You jolt up while trying to hide the sound of excitement in your voice.
He called again! The guy who wants to be called All Might!
“Ah, hello All Might” your purr out with the most seductive tone you could conjure. Your phone vibrates again and it notifies you about money going into your bank account“Did you receive my payment?” you catch the shyness of his voice“Oh yes yes” you move around inside the tub. Finding a good position “So,it’s the same session again?”“Y-yeah” he clears his throat “Oh, before we start-”You hear the shuffle of cloth and he grunts. Was he on his bed? Your mind wanders. All Might was an absolute unit of a man and his bed was probably custom made with some custom made pillows to match it.Technically...he was kinda stacked-- no, not kind of stacked; his wallet probably looks like the King James’ bible.Stacked three times on top of each other. Even more, probably.“May...I have your name?” he shyly whispers. Then his voice somehow started to sound familiar. You blush and sink a little deeper into your herb infused water“Daiya…” you would never give your real name to your customers. Only your one true love can say that while they cum “You can call me Daiya”“Daiya” he repeats. The low rumble of his voice sends shivers down your spine and the ache of anticipation down your core“Your name is lovely” Oh,god. Oh,fuck. He sounded soft for a while and your heart clenches and you're starting to believe that this was the one and only All Might you're phone fucking right now. You truly understand now why he’s the number one hero.
And fuck you right now for using a fake name
He clears his throat again“Shall we...begin?”Now it was your turn act all flustered like a virgin“Oh god yes” you didn’t mean for it to sound so desperate like that. It just came out really... winded “Tell me what you’re wearing”The sound of a zipper and you let your imagination do the work.
All Might in wearing a suit and tie and he just got off from work.
“I’m in the bath right now so,” you lift your leg up and the water drips down “I’ll let you guess”Your lips form a smirk. His breath hitches and he grumbles“Touch yourself”Your eyes shot open. The water moves. You swallow your saliva and your face heats up.Legs were now perched on either sides of the corners of the marble bathtub and you were careful not to let your foot slip. You used your free hand to travel down your body then to your sex“Fuck, ever since I called you. I’ve been thinking about you too much--” his low voice says. “You made me feel so good…”The sound of skin slapping from the other line was enough for you to start rubbing small circles on your sensitive clit. Your bathtub’s heat making you feel hotter
All Might is touching himself. He’s touching himself to the thought of you
You bit your bottom lip and moan“God, the things I want to do to you”Your legs grew wider and you sunk a little more into your bathtub. The water reaching a level where it won’t make your phone malfunction“Sweetheart--” his breath hitches. A warm and needy ache shot up into your spine as you continued to touch yourself. Your fingers dipping into your opening to lubricate them“Fuck, sweetheart. I want to fuck you” the sound of skin slapping against skin sent you into a lewd frenzy of images popping up into your brain
All Might is staring at you with his electric blue eyes with hunger and he was above you. His body larger than any man you’ve been before gently goes down on you. His large fingers caressing their way towards your sopping sex.
“I want you to sit on my face. Ride it until you’ve nothing left to give” you lick the back of teeth and your hand works itself faster. Your legs twitch just as your heartbeat quickens“I’ll lap you all up, would you like that?”“Oh god,” you moan and throw your head back a little “Fuck yes. I want your mouth on my pussy so bad”You hear him chuckle.
All Might drags you on top of him and your legs are on either sides of his head while you sit on his face. You feel his hot breath hit your wet cunt and you feel him leave sloppy kisses, and possibly hickies, while he does so.

Ever so slightly, he kisses the lips of your sex. The slickness only drives him more
“Remember---Hngh” he groans “I’ll need your cunt to be well lubricated. I don’t know if you can handle me…”Of course All Might would be well endowed. That man was the size of a giant . You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been staring at his crotch area whenever he was in his hero getup during random interviews“I’d like that so much” you insert a finger into your opening. You were slowly building yourself up“Fuck, I want to take all of you”You hear him move faster.
He was pumping his thick and long cock and your mouth waters at the thought of him entering you
“I bet,” you whimper when you removed your finger“I bet you’d want that. You’d shove it in me so deep that it would probably make me cum on the spot”You bring your hips up. The fleshy mound of your cunt hits the cool air while your index and middle finger rub your clit“I’ll pound you into the mattress. I’ll take you in whatever position you want, so long as I get to see your pussy take me” he grunts“Fuck…” you breathlessly say. By then, you were out of the bathtub and you sat atop the cold marble all while facing the mirror of the sinkYou looked absolutely flushed and your nipples grew hard. You tucked the phone in between your cheek and shoulder as you finger yourself.“I’ll shoot my load in you. You’d have to go to out and you’ll feel it deep inside of you. You’ll be full of me…” he sighs into the phone. His breath disorts the phone’s audio “You’ll be full of me and no one would know it was All Might who ruined you”Your lower body is starting to rise from the bathtub and your mouth is hanging wide open, small sounds as you work your aching sex“You’ll be limping when I’m done with you”The familiar heat that built up within was gradually about to burst out of you. Your legs were trembling and you were on the tip of your toes.On the other line, you hear his grunts and moans and the loud skin on skin contact.
You imagine his large hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping it up and down in front of you while your legs were spread.
You caught your bottom lip in between your teeth and you long to trace the sharp line of his jaw. Sucking and licking his skin and leaving your mark on himYou imagine the multitude of hickies you’ll decorate upon his strong neck. At the same time, he whimpers and you visualize that one spot on his neck that will make him squirm beneath you“Sweetheart--Daiya”You feel your insides contract“I’m so close...I’m so fucking close”“Me...me too, All Might” you whimpered out. The small hitch of his breath lets you know how close and worked up he is“I want to be inside of you so bad, sweetheart. I want to be inside of you so fucking bad”“Fuck me,yes!” your orgasm is nearing its peak “Oh I want you to fuck me so good”You practically scream out. Every moment you feel your climax come, you move your hand away to edge yourself. Your whole body screaming at you for that sweet releaseYou hear him hiss through his teeth“Daiya, the things you do to me. I’m--I’m so close…” his voice wavers. You plunged to fingers into your wet core and curled it to the right spot.
Oh fuck, you needed something bigger
“Say my name...say it..please--”“All Might-” you thrust your fingers as your fingers rubs your clit faster “All Might, fuck me. Make me cum...please!”“Oh god--”And your cunt suddenly spasms around your fingers. You throw your head back with a silent moan, your whole body convulses and you rub out the last of your climax from the bundle of sensitive nerves.“D-Daiya…” his wheezy breath was a sign that he had reached his orgasm as well. You swallow your saliva and wince when it hit your dry throat. You adjust yourself. Your hand moves to the curve of your ass and you feel the edges of of the bathtub imprint onto your soft skinYou were that into it. You’d do it all over again for free. Just for All Might though.“Daiya...you were amazing…” a blush forms on your cheeks and you swoon  “Marvelous...you sounded so lovely”“I-I…”“Thank you..for ah” he coughs. The pillow talk was always the awkward part of your jobs and most of the times, you were the first one to hang up. But magically, he made you stay. It’s probably the way he thanks you and he moans“For the...service? No no” he laughs and it squeezes your heart. He was starting to sound familiar but you can’t seem to put a finger on it “Yes, but thank you. Again”“No problemo” your phone is now back in your hand as you carefully thread the slippery floor tiles of your bathroom. Only a few more steps before you can grab your towel and dry yourself off.“You have a good day, Daiya”“You too”And the long beep brings you back to your daily routine. You need to clean and dry yourself off.The slickness in between your thighs started to make you uncomfortable.  --The trip to mall was quick. You and Aya had ridden only on the taxi for 25 minutes to get off the nearest stop and walked only for 10 minutes to the mall. The both of you came out a bit sweaty and hot but you both needed the exercise. Especially, Aya. She’s been cooped up inside her room for too long with that damn console of hers. She’s almost starting to look paleBy the time you guys got to the new Korean Barbecue Grill, which was named All Meat (Aya had to stop herself from laughing too hard inside the new establishment), you both were famished and your legs were like jelly. Aya was the first one to be seated inside this large booth made for a family of 4. She threw her bag to the side and pushed it to the farthest corner with her hand. You follow and sit across her.“God, I don’t ever want to walk again” she leans back onto the clean and red leather backrest of the couch. You roll your eyes at her. A waitress, someone who was thin and looked no older than 30, came by with the one page, back-to-back, menu. She hands it to you and to a very tired Aya with a smileYou eye her cute uniform. It bore the signature colors of All Might. Her apron though, was in the fashion of the Number One hero’s patterns of his suitShe pulls out a small notepad from the apron’s front pocket that had the restaurant's logo on the cover page and pulls the pencil out of her hair“What will you have?”Aya scans the hard menu while it only took you one glance to figure out what was the perfect order the both of you. You point at the third option.“We’ll get the unlimited beef and pork option with the bottomless iced tea-”“And some Soju !” Aya pipes up and places the menu down. The waitress nods and jots down“Let me repeat your orders,” she puts her focus on the pads of paper in her hand “The unli-beef and pork option with bottomless iced tea and a bottle of Soju . Is that all ma’am or is there something else you want to add?”“Make it three bottles of Soju ” Aya says with three fingers held up. The waitress nods again. “Got it! Let me repeat it again-- Unli-beef and pork option with bottomless iced tea and three bottles of Soju . Is that all ma’am?”You hum out a yes and you slid out Aya’s menu from beneath her hands. You handed the two menus back to the waitress.“I’ll have your order out ready in a few minutes, in the meantime-- Please enjoy yourselves with the buffet over there” she points to the short line of people swarming around the freshly cooked meals “Please remember to finish everything on your plate or else we’ll charge an extra hundred from you”“You don’t need to worry about it” Aya gently pats your hand “My stomach is as big as my eyes, unlike her” she points at you with her thumb. The waitress chuckles and leaves you with Aya.Not a minute to spare, she returns with two cold glasses of water. You down yours rather too quickly and you cough when it got caught in your throat.“You took too long in the bathroom you know. It was so long that I was able to take a full hour of sleep” she drinks her water and you noticed that she hid her smirk behind it“Girl, not here” you glare at her with your arms crossed. Aya laughs and puts down the cup.“I’ll be going to the buffet area. This bitch hungry” she smacks her stomach a little and wave her off “You want anything?”“Just get me some japchae ” you sigh. Your face resting against your knuckles“Two plates or nah?”“Make it two”She gives you a thumbs symbol and walks off.--“And that’s why I think I’m gonna flunk out of Computer Science” she picks up a piece of beef with the metal chopsticks and places it into her mouth. She was going on and on about how their programming teacher was acting all high and mighty.“He’s barely even teaching!”“Shouldn’t you be used to that now?” you move the plates beside you to make room for another plate of beef and pork being served. A different waitress picks up the plate and disappears into the kitchen “Isn’t that what college is all about? Like you do more of self learning and all that?”“Eh,” she shrugs and takes the fattest chunk of pork and throws it inside the grill. The steam arises and the exhaust that was attached in the ceiling sucks it all in. You take a sip of your iced tea“But they’re getting paid. Imagine getting paid to not pop up into class” she complains. She hasn’t even opened up her first bottle of her alcoholic drink “I’m paying good money to get a job in the future, b”You nod. Taking the smallest piece of beef from the grill, you put blew on it so it can cool down.“Someone just fucking hit me right now”A fizzle of her drink and then there was distant screaming then an explosion of glass just behind you.Everything happened way too quickThere was a light ringing in your ear and small shards of glass hit your back and got stuck inside your hair. Aya got up from her seat, the meat on the grill were now scattered. The restaurant's utensils and plates were now on the ground and the crunch of glass got louder. Aya was shouting something at you but you couldn’t hear it. Her mouth moves and her eyes were wide. Her dark brown eyes shining in fear, the mid afternoon light emphasizing it.Everyone inside all scrambled to get out and hide. You were still sitting in your seat unable to move. The crunch of glass beneath heavy booths stops“Oh, you’ll do nicely...”His voice sounded like a fork being scratched against a plate. So unpleasant and hidden by a robotic one. You tried to get up and run but the rush of adrenaline keeps you grounded. You feel a warm and muscular arm wrap around your waist. This monster drags you out of your seat.You tried to scream but nothing came out. Aya makes her voice known and screams your nameYour feet dangle in the air and the villain holds you up from the ledge. The light blinds you and you tried to block it. He moves his hands his grip was now on your waist. He hangs you over the ledge“You fools !” he shouts. He shakes you a little which made your heart drop. You fought the urge to not look down “All of you-- mortals! ”You tried not to grimace at his declaration. It sounded so tacky, so self-absorbed and so...generic. You wanted to laugh on the spot. You held your sardonic laughter due to the predicament you are in.
You do not want to be dropped because you pissed off a piss excuse of a villain
“I want everything inside this mall!” you felt him squeeze your waist with every emphasis “Or else she gets it!”“The jewels !”
A squeeze
“The money!”
He squeezes again
“The ...everything!”
You wince
You started to feel uncomfortable and his hand is slowly moving up. You tried to wiggle yourself free, not caring if you fall right now. If you were free you would’ve tasered him.“Bow down to your new God!” “Haha!”Was it... him? The booming laughter had everyone peak their heads out of their hiding spots and you see Aya from the corner of your eyes pointing at your saviour. Everyone’s saviour
And your customer from a while ago
“Some god you are!”He descends and stands beside the villain who was too distracted by where the direction of the laughter came from.“What kind of god would destroy a mall and take a hostage?”You hear a small spark and the man who held you hostage was thrown across the floor. You, on the other hand were falling. Everyone had their eyes on you, men, women and children were pointing at you. Loud gasps and screams become muffled as the adrenaline in your veins pump your heart. Your heartbeat drowns the sounds in your ears.Compared to what happened to you mere minutes ago, this one went slower . Your body falls slowly from the 3rd floor and before you could hit the ground, you were caught by a pair of strong arms. You look up and see a large smile, as if he was offering you comfort, and a pair of blond bangs that stood proudly.
You swear you see a trickle of blood in the corners of his lips

He’s holding you. All bridal style and it felt too surreal
“A-All Might?” you huffed out. It was a mixture of awe and relief.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

His body stirs awake thanks to the loud buzzing of phone that sat on top of his wooden nightstand. His eyes lazily opens up and he groans. His own release still on his stomach and his post-orgasm nap had left him disoriented with a heart beating much faster than before. 
There was also a throbbing against his skull that made him groan out. His lanky arms reach for the offending device and answers with an annoyed tone

“Hello?” he inhales through his nose and rubs his temples with his thumb and index finger.

He rolls over to his stomach and he hears the jingle of his belt Right. He hasn’t actually removed it and his grey slacks were still bunched up around his ankles

A loud shrill of laughter boomed into his ear

“Hey! It’s me Hizashi!” the other blond greets. At the back, he hears the muffled sounds of a female cackling her heart out. He was sure that it was Kayama.

“What do you need?”  he asks with a stern tone. He drops his head onto his soft pillow. Hizashi tries to control his breathing and he catches the sound of a

thud

and a cough

“Oh,jesus” Hizashi breathes out.

Toshinori licks the front of his teeth and rolls onto his left side and stares at the wall blankly. He tries to shift his legs but the movement was limited thanks to the pants that he still had bunched up around his ankles

“Wait--Let me, catch my breath for a while” he continues with a loud snort. After that, he exhales loudly Toshinori winces at the distorted audio

“Take your time--” he says with a hint of sarcasm and Hizashi does a bad job of hiding his incoming laughter “We have all the

time

in the world”

“Ah! Fucking hell. Okay--” he hears him cough “Sorry for suddenly calling like this all of the sudden. We just encountered the wildest thing here at the fucking bar”

“An

All Might

impersonator?”

Those

fuckers

were everywhere and he’s immune at this point

“No! Even better!” Hizashi exclaims “Take a guess old buddy, old pal!”

“Huh” Toshinori sits up and takes a pillow then tucks it onto his stomach “Hmm, let’s see. You saw a student?”

“Nope!”

“A villain tried to act funny?”

“Nopeee!”

“I give up--”

“There’s a newly opened grill place in the mall! And the fucking name!

All Meat

!”

Oh. It was that. He was aware of that but just forgot about it. He was there with his marketing team and some fancy food chain when they talked about this happening.

They did some paperwork, he signed some papers, construction began and the rest was history.

It opened today?

He must’ve forgotten about it. That’s an oopsie on his side

“We saw it at the t.v! It played such a loud song that everyone was bound to notice it! Can you hear that?” his voice trails away and Toshinori catches Kayama’s babbles “Even Shouta’s laughing about it”

“I am

not”

Aizawa spats

As expected

“Anywaaaay” he sang “Wanna come and check that place out?”

Toshinori taps his the back of his phone with his finger. The clock ticks and its hands move down

All the time in the world

He was supposed to go on a short patrol to invigorate him. Something to pump his blood and feel the high of--

Not a

high

, just the elated feeling of being surrounded by friends and being able to live casually

A civilian

“I would love too” he says with a smile on his face

“Great! We’ll meet you at the mall in 40 minutes, I still have 3 bottles of beer to finish! See ya!”

“Take care”

And he hangs up first.

All the time of in world

Maybe hanging out with his colleagues wouldn’t harm anybody. Plus, he had someone to message today. If gathers up the courage to. He sighs and puts down his phone back on the nightstand. He gets up from his bed and kicks off the pants to side and throws it into the hamper.

He eyes the dried up semen on his abdomen and grimaces. He needs a bath, a cold one too.
 
--
 
It was a quick train ride and a few meter walk to the mall they were supposed to meet in. He went in a bit earlier than expected and he might do a little window shopping and some groceries while he’s at it.

He passes by a few shops and admires the fashionable clothing displayed, nearly chokes when he saw the price tag on a very simple shirt inside a shop that specializes with street wear.

He runs his thumb at the price tag and wonders why would someone pay this much for a shirt that had some random

English

words on it. Then, he remembers the times he bought expensive and vintage concert shirts during his time in America. He smiles fondly at the memory.

I wonder where my Prince shirt is

He then adds another task to his mental checklist was that he had to look for that specific shirt.
Toshinori went out of the street wear shop and brings out his phone to check the time. He lets out a sigh and purses his thin lips together. Still, he had only been browsing the shops for a solid 15 minutes and their meeting time isn’t until 30 minutes more.

He rides an escalator down to find a seat near the mall’s indoor water fountain. There he eyes an open spot just between two sets of people. On the right was a young couple, who appears to be overdoing

PDA

and the other was two women who looked like they jogged a marathon.

He settles himself between them, leaving enough personal space. He sits with his back slumped and with his small phone in his hand, waiting for his colleague’s message that they were there already.

“Hey!”

He raises his head to the direction of the voice. To the left, one of the two women who appeared to be absolutely tired was smiling at him. She had her hands on her knees while she panted and--

It sounded so familiar

“Hey! I met you on the train the other day!” she exhales. Toshinori points at himself. And it clicks, his eyes widened and his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and laughs at himself for being forgetful.

“Oh!” he says her name with earnest “I remember now! Forgive me for not recognizing you soon enough. My old man brain seems to be malfunctioning”

“Ha! It’s nice that you remember me, though” she cocks her head at him “Sorry for suddenly going

hey

and stuff. It’s nice to see another friend here”

Oh,fuck

. She smiled sweetly at him and his heart skips a beat. Toshinori only returned her smile with his and a wave of his hand.

Another friend

.

Was she always that nice?

Just behind her, another woman that had a bob cut peered over her shoulder. Like her, she looked equally tired and had a sheen of sweat on her forehead. This one raises a hand and waves at him

“Yo,Who is this?” she moves in close and rests her head on her shoulder. This caught the woman in front of Toshinori. He stiffens

“Ah! Aya. This is uhh--” she places a hand on her chin and hums out. Toshinori rubs the back of his neck and interjects. He never really gave his name to her, in the first place and it was his mistake.

“I’m Yagi Toshinori”

Aya stuck her hand over the other woman’s shoulder and he shakes her smaller hand

“

Daigo Aya

, but you can call me Aya. I assume you already know my girl right?”

Oh

.

All right

.

He suddenly feels a bit crushed but tries not to make it known. A small smack and the sound of a higher pitched sound snaps him out of it. He feels his hand being let go, promptly and he brings it back to his lap

“Shut up,

Aya.

Oh my god. You already have a girlfriend” she scoots closer to him and whispers “I’m just her best friend”

He mentally sighs.

Why does he feel so relieved though?

“Ya’ know I’m just playin’ with you” Aya laughs and she rolls her eyes at her with her arms crossed. The woman with the bob cut turns her attention back at the blond lanky man

“Nice to meet you though, Toshinori-san” she offers him a  lopsided smile.

“Likewise, Aya”

She pushes the smaller woman gently to stand up and she follows suite then walks straight ahead. She adjusts her pants and pulls on the hem of her shirt then turns to him with a hand extended out

“Nice to see you again, Toshinori-san”

He relishes how it rolls off of her tongue. It was perfect and he tried to hide the blush on his cheeks. He accepts her hand to shake and gives it a small squeeze.

Softer than yours and it’s a perfect fit

He mentally flicks himself while trying to keep his toothy grin.

“We gotta go. We’re about to eat and Aya gets cranky when she’s

hungry

”

Toshinori laughs and his shoulders jerk up and down. He raises his hand and waves again at her

“I understand. I remember you gave me your number and name on a piece of paper”

“That means you found it in your pocket!” she clasps her hands together “Great! Sorry I was too shy to give it to like...like you know”

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and kicks the sole of her shoes.

“It’s fine. I would have probably done the same”

Stupid

They share one last laugh together before he saw Aya grab her wrist and proceeds to drag her towards the escalator. With a final wave she says

“I’ll see you around, Toshinori-san!” he sees her smile and he waves her a goodbye.

What a

quaint

woman. And deep inside him he wishes to interact with her more. Another time perhaps and when he has time again…

All the time in the world

--
 
Things happened way too quick the moment they left. After 20 minutes, a villain pops in out of nowhere running outside of the department store. He was quick on his feet and jumped up onto the 3rd floor. The ceiling above shook and rubble fell onto the passersby. They all scream out in fear.

Men, women and children all ran and hid behind stores and shops. Some went out and others hid behind the plastic potted plants with their heads peeking out. Too scared to do anything and will just sit down and watch what will happen.

Toshinori stands in the middle. His head held up high as he watches the

rookie

looking villain with curiosity. His form disappears for a while and more screams echoed from above. The sound of glass shattering sends him running to a hidden spot to transform into his muscled form.
Steam surrounds him and he bulks up.

Everyone’s favourite hero is here

He waits for a perfect moment to come out and the villain gives a very stereotypical speech. He calls himself a

god

and Toshinori resists the urge to laugh. How many times has he heard that before? He eats villains like him for breakfast everyday.

His shadowed eyes caught the sight of him holding up a woman. It was her.

Her

His blood freezes for a moment and he inhales deeply before springing out into action. He lands beside the villain, who looked disoriented as he lets out a booming laugh. The tiles beneath him crack due to the impact. He feels his boots dig into it and moves one step closer.

He replies to the villain’s speech and mocks him. With a small spark, he punches the evil-doer and it sends the rat bastard flying to the other side of the floor that he’s in. He hears the sound of glass cracking then screams of the people from below.

A shout of her name from another woman and his gaze moves back to the body that was falling.

Her

He moves quick. Father time seemed to move slowly for him as he lands down to the ground floor to catch her. He sees her small body falling, as if she was gently being let down and he held his arms out to catch her

Back to safety

And a small bounce in his arms and he catches her. He stares at her for a while, his one large hand catching the small of her back while the other just under her knees. There, she had her hands on herself and stares at him.

Her eyes big and shining under the mid-afternoon light. He looks down at her with her signature smile and his bangs standing proudly.

“

All Might

--”

His hero alias escapes her lips so soothingly that he almost falters in his stance. The claps of the people around him were drowned by the repeating sound of his name in his ear.

All Might

And he remembers.

Daiya.

He hopes that this wasn’t her. But the way she sighed his name out, her gasp when she landed into his arms made him think twice.

They sounded so alike. He hears his heartbeat ring into his ears and he slides her down gently.

The feel of her lingers in his arms and he moves away. Just one step back and he sees a head of dark hair run towards them. There she shouts her name and All Might stands still with his hands on his waist

“Outta the way!” she scoots between the crowd and makes her way to her friend. He eyes her and sees that she was rubbing her elbow, like a child. Her gaze was fixated on the ground below and he notices the faint dust of pink on her cheeks and ears

“Girl--” Aya calls out her name and hugs her tightly “Are you okay? Of course the

fuck

not”

She pulls away to examine her. Her eyebrows knit with worry and brush away the glass that was on her shirt. He advances towards the two women that both looked shaken by the sudden attack, mostly her.

“Oh my god. At least

All Might

was here to save the day. I’m glad you’re okay”

“Y-yeah”

U
sing his thumb and index finger, he picks off a small spec of glass shard that rested on top of her head that thankfully wasn’t buried. On her cheek though, there was a small cut and he grew worried. She flinches with his touch

Is she afraid?

“You were brave out there, young lady” he beams at her. Her eyes move to look at him and then look down back at her foot “You kept your cool and that was a perfect example of how to handle being held hostage from a villain”

He gives her a thumbs up and Aya slightly shakes her shoulder. Still, she wasn’t looking at him

“Yeah. I'm glad you came by to save the day” she says.

Why is she acting so shy around him

“You have a cut on your cheek--” he bites his tongue from saying her name randomly. He runs a large thumb and swipes off the blood

“Please seek medical attention, as soon as possible!”

“All Might” she speaks up, but barely above a whisper. It sends a shiver down his spine and he really wants to not believe that she

isn’t Daiya.

“Thank you” a smile and he feels elated.

His grin almost becomes lopsided but he fixes his posture when he hears the rush of footsteps behind him. He turns back and sees a medical team to attend to the civilians. A man, with a bowl cut, came by and escorted the two women out of the way to be treated. He watches them leave solemnly.

With one last glance, he catches her look back at him with curious eyes.

I hope you’re okay

---
 
Sadly enough, his mid-lunch date with his friends was rescheduled since after the villain thing, he was cornered by reporters and journalists. One by one, he answers their questions rather quickly as he opted to leave as soon as possible.

His time being All Might was limited now

He jumps out of the mall and cringes when he sees that he had left a hole in the roof. He lands into a secluded area, not too far and transform back into Toshinori. The rush of adrenaline fades away and he sits by the bench at the park.

He sits alone all tired and confused.

Alone with his thoughts, he goes back to the thought of

Daiya

and her. What connection do they have anyway? It must only be a mere coincidence that they sounded alike. He slumps in his seat and sighs. His gaze staring up the shady tree above him.

But, the way she said

All Might

. So out of

breath

and

surprised

that it had brought him back to their first session together. Her voice sounded soothing to his ears that it might help him be lulled to sleep.

All Might

Concentrate. He tries to put the two voices together on top and he plays it in his head

All Might--

Almost there

Toshinori-san

And his breath hitches and blood trickles down on the corner of his lips. He wipes it using the back of his hand and he furrows his thin brows. It was truly shameful for him. He barely even knew the woman, but there he was. Thinking about the way his name sounded on her tongue.

Such a blissful feeling was a privilege for him and he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

Toshinori-san

He fights the urge to text her, call and make sure she was fine. But his phone was already in his hand by the time he blinks again. His thumb itches to press the call button next to her name and it shakes above the screen. He stops and thinks. A text message will suffice. It will be enough.

There’s nothing creepy about that, he was only looking out for her.

His mind hits a big block. He erases and types up letters and words but he ends up redoing each and everyone of it. He groans out in discomfort and throws his head back.

He can always do it tomorrow. Besides, he told himself that

He had all the time in the world

--
 
The very next day, it was back to normal programming. He was teaching lessons, occasional sparring and eating lunch alone or eating his small snacks with Deku. By the end of his second to the last class, he was a bit tired.

He sits inside the teacher lounge with a steaming hot cup of tea. He inhales the steam and lets out a pleased sigh. He blows on it a bit, the water ripples and takes a small sip when he has deemed it drinkable.

The door clicks open and he looks across from his tea cup.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Kayama says with a wave. She closes the door behind her and makes her way to the electrical teapot and boils herself some water

“Heard what happened at the mall” she keeps her attention to the boiling water and she taps the tips of her heeled boots  on the floor “Good thing you were there”

“Yeah. And I had to leave quick” he sets his cup down to let it cool some more. He stretches his neck and hears the bone pop

“Your powers draining again?” she asks over her shoulder. He nods silently and brings out his phone. WIth a tap, it opens and his finger hover overs the messaging application. He hears her boots click with every step and sits across the blond man

“Heard you saved a lady”

“Yeah”

“I watched a footage about it and you were--” she brings her upper body close to the table that separated them. She brings her face close to his with a large smirk “Visibly smitten with the girl in your arms”

In cue, he cocks his head to the side and comically spits out some blood, Kayama laughs with her hand on her stomach

What…?”

“Yeah! It looks like you were almost ready to eat her up on the spot” she wiggles her eyebrows and Toshinori pounds on his chest to get that cough out of him

“Kayama, please--”

“I’m messing with ya!” she gestures her hand waves him off. She stands up and goes back to the water she had boiled and pours it inside a clean cup

“But the way you reacted…” she raises both her eyebrows and clicks her tongue. A sweat drops from Toshinori’s brow and Kayama stares at her cup “Hmm...nay have to change my mind about it”

He knits his eyebrows together. Kayama sits on the arm of the chair beside him.

“Also noticed you’ve had your phone in your hand the whole day, today” she sips on her tea and lets out a sound of paint and sticks her tongue out to cool down the burnt appendage.

“Fuck, that was hot. Anyway, care to explain?”

“Uh…” Toshinori rolls his eyes and he licks the back of his teeth “I’m waiting for a text message…”

Half lie and half truth. He was waiting for something that he hasn’t done first.

“Is it from her?” she asks with a sing song voice and her teasing tone causes him to blush. He folds his hands on his lap and his phone was placed beneath them.

“M-maybe”

Half lie and half truth. Just fucking text her already

“HA! You sly dog,

you

! Getting it on in broad

daylight

!” she slaps his back and he chokes on his spit. He laughs along with her when she did. He wishes this day would end
 
--
 
Deku had excused himself from training with him today. Claiming that he had to help around with a group project, to which he understood completely.

He goes home drained and lays on his bed without shedding off his work clothes.

He brings his phone to his face and again, he hovers his finger above the messaging application. The black bar blinks and mocks him.

Text her, you old fool

And he did. He follows his gut and types up a short message. He greets her and asks her about her well-being after the hostage thing at mall yesterday. He hits send, without a second thought and he lays his phone on top of his chest, waiting for a reply.

His eyes were about to droop down and fall asleep on the spot but the buzzing of his phone waves him up. He slowly opens it up, and his hand shakes

She texted back

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

His teeth chatters in disbelief and inside his quiet bedroom, he can only hear the loud thumping of his chest and his own thoughts. It runs deep into his brain and everything around him stays still. It was only him, his phone in his hand and the message that popped up into his notificationsSoon enough, they had a long conversation together and it all involved with each of them asking about each other’s well being.Was he mortified? No. He was terribly excited and was terribly horrible at trying to get his thoughts across when he gets this flustered.The last time he was incredibly like this flustered , was his time back in America. His group of American friends had jokingly brought him to a Gentlemen’s club somewhere downtown for his birthday celebration. The four men, excluding him, all had a blast until it was time for this one nice lady came by and asked which one of them was the special birthday boy.All fingers pointed at him while he was mid-way finishing a basket of hot wings by the tv that played a recap of some basketball game.Oh, the look on his face while his face was stuffed with the chicken wings. His blue eyes were wide as the moon and he almost choked on a bone. Thanks to them.Still. With a face dirtied by hot sauce and fingers still sticky with its residue, he received his first lap dance and he was surrounded by a roaring crowd of men and exotic dancers alike, all clapping and whistling. In his peripheral vision, he sees his three friends snickering and taking a video.By the end of the night, the nice lady showed interest in him. He got her number, met and fucked a couple of times and the rest was history .Interestingly enough, he matured throughout the years and focused on hero work after his fun in America.Going back to present day Toshinori, he’s wrapped himself inside his blanket, so snug that it could rival Aizawa’s yellow cocoon. His whole body trembled and he makes a mental note to turn up his air conditioning unit’s temperature.Then another message pops up that has him almost spitting out blood“W-would you…” he gulps “Like to meet on Saturday?” he inhales through his nose and tries to fight the bubbling excitement that was about to explode out of him. He was sure that steam was about to come out of his face and ears.A follow up message pops up and he reads it quietly this time
“Like watch a movie at the mall? Would that be all right?”
Meet on a Saturday? And watch a movie together?He tears off his blanket, tossing to the side. He moves quickly, sliding open the drawer by his bedside to take out his small black planner. He flips the book open and presses his pointer finger on each dates on the fine pressed paper. His eyes follow each chicken scratch written“Train with young Midoriya...Talk show...Grade papers…”When he reaches one empty box, he pumps his fist into the air and says a loud yes right under his nose.Then, a wave of an alien emotion washes over him. It was... well. He slumps back against his his headboard, his head slightly hitting the wooden fixture creating a small thump as his phone rests beneath his hand. His fingers tap on the plastic back.He checks his planner once more and looks at the following empty boxes. He turns to the next pages and it was only then the boxes were filled out with things to do. Again, it was more training with more young Midoriya, appear in a couple of clubs as All Might, do some talk shows, etc.But for the following days, he was free of his duties.He places his planner back inside the drawer and holds his phone with his two hands and stares at the message box. He bites his inner cheek and types out“I’d love too”He receives another text stating the time and the meet up placeAnd he had an almost seamless conversation with his lady friend until she stated that she had to turn in.He brings out his planner from the drawer again, grabs a pen and jots down in the empty box under the Saturday.
Watch movie with her at 2 pm
--Work wasn’t that hectic today. The kids had to go to this seminar at the auditorium for half of the day regarding safety tips with live demos for the hero course and compulsory workshops set up in each individual classrooms. A few teachers sat out of the seminar while some opted to keep watch on the kids while the live demos happened. Some of them joined in the workshops.Toshinori and coincidentally enough, Aizawa and Hizashi stayed behind inside the teacher’s lounge. Aizawa was kind enough to step out of his sleeping bag and made some tea while they killed some time.Hizashi was whistling an old tune while Toshinori fidgets with his phone“Hey, Mighty--” Present Mic stops his whistling. He rests his arm on the armrest “--What’s up with you on your phone? We noticed that you’ve been more on it the whole day” “Ah” Toshinori breathes out “I-it’s just some hero business and all”Hizashi nods with his mouth pursed as he hums. The kettle sings and Aizawa turns it off. He pours three cups of hot tea and settles them down on the large coffee table. Just across Hizashi, he seats himself beside Toshinori.He thanks him and picks up a cup and blows on it.“If it’s hero business, why do you seem so flustered about it?” a smug look on Hizashi’s face was plastered on and Toshinori spits in his hot cup. Burning his tongue in the process.“Look at that!” he continues while pointing at him “Our old Toshi’s blushing! While not really an unusual sight, but still!”  “Jesus, turn your voice down” Aizawa retorts with a lazy drawl. Toshinori puts down his cup and looks away. A sweat drops and Hizashi’s smile grow wider. He stands up and moves closer to him, resting his hip on the couch.The other blond hero presses his phone to his chest with a blank smile on his face.“You see, my god friend” he begins as he gestures his hand “Me and Midnight made another wager and it would really help me if you could confirm it to me that you’ve been sexting--”Aizawa audibly sighs and Toshinori chokes on his own blood“I will take that as a yes”“N-no!” he stammers out. Aizawa just stares with a raised brow. “I’m not sexting Daiya-- ”“He finally gets her name! Ha!” Present Mics and slaps his back “I’m so proud of you!”“Who the hell is Daiya..?”“Hey, hey, hey!” the door slides open and in comes in Kayama. She stretches her neck and an audible pop has them whip their head at her. She settles down on the couch across the three men and crosses her leg “The workshop I was in was wild and--”She stops herself and is surprised by the agitated look on Toshinori. Hizashi just gives her a knowing looking while Aizawa is disinterested as usual  “Kayama! Just in time!” the loud man rests his hands on Toshinori’s shoulders and he flinches in surprise “Our Mighty man right here just got Daiya’s name!”“Oh! How wonderful!” she clasps her hands together “I’m glad you finally got her name!”They sounded like proud parents all scheming and amusing themselves around his own sex life.The last time he had something similar like this happen to him was his time back in America. He misses some of his American friends.“And he’s sexting her--”“I am most definitely not!” he says in retaliation. A hint of annoyance coats his tone. Hizashi on the other hand, was now beside Kayama. They both had shit eating grins on their faces and Aizawa was already napping at this point“Then why have you been almost restless around your phone the whole day?” Kayama raises her brows and hums out “It’s been like this since morning! Even at the seminar you’ve been texting non stop!”“Well it’s work stuff”“Yeah, work stuff my ass”He freezes at her response. He groans out and rubs the space between his eyebrows and then grumbles out a small curse “How come it’s always my personal life--”“You barely share stuff!” Hizashi and Kayama both say in unison “I get that you’re the number one hero and shit. Plus you always look so tired and bummed out” Kayama pipes up“Shouldn’t you be saying that to Eraserhead here?” he points at the napping man beside him with his thumb. He arches a brow“We’ve done that to him, but he’s an immovable rock” Kayama crosses her arms with a sigh“And, you always look so lonely” Hizashi offers him a soft smile
Lonely

Huh.
“Would you believe us that Daiya is a mutual friend of a friend?”“What?”“Mutual friend?” He raises his eyebrow again and his grip on his phone loosens.“Uh-oh” Hizashi murmurs under his breath.The air becomes awkward  for a moment. The tea that was prepared was now cooled down a bit and the only sound that can be heard was the ticking of the clock.Kayama sighs“All right, time to fess up--” she begins “I mean, yeah, Daiya , does work as that and well a mutual friend of ours said that she was all bummed out, like you”  she points a manicured nail at him “So we figured that, hey! Why not give you her number and blah blah blah…”Her voice trails off and Toshinori raises a hand“I get it”“You get it?”“I get it” Aizawa wakes slowly wakes from his cat nap.He stares off into the corner of the room. Hizashi and Kayama sits quietly.
Guess it’s his turn to be honest.  
“I’m not sexting-- ” it leaves a bad taste in his mouth “--Daiya. It’s not work related stuff as well. It’s...it’s more of talking to a friend…”They both nod and Aizawa looks disoriented.“Oh, who’s the special friend?” Hizashi wiggles his eyebrows. Toshinori coughs in embarrassment“Just, someone I met on a train ride. That’s it”“Oh, all right”The bell rings and they hear the emerging sounds of students coming out of the workshops nearby. Their attentions shifts to each other again. It felt like an awkward stand-off between cowboys in the Mojave.“Well then,” Toshinori stands up with a loud pat on his pants “Guess, I’ll be off. I have business to attend to”“Tell them we said hi ” Hizashi snickers.Toshinori huffs out in response as Kayama tries to hide her small laughter.--The school day ends a bit early. He promptly texts Midoriya to come and meet him at the beach again so they can focus on his upper body strength.He has him do various push ups, lift heavy things while trying to control One For All and the usual. By the time their grueling training was over, Deku was winded and Toshinori buys them their individual drinks.The sun was almost ready to set and they sit respectively beside each other on one of the benches near the metal railings.Deku drinks his energy drink rather too quickly and gasps out in relief when he removes the bottle off from his lips. Toshinori, in his skinny form, was long done with his drink and throws it inside the recycling bin.“All Might?” his young protege asks. The moist bottle still in his hands as he taps the bottom end on his palm. He bounces his leg in anticipation “What were you going to ask me last time?’He visibly freezes in his seat
Shit
“You know, like a couple of days ago?” he asks with his head down “Sorry if this came up so suddenly. I was genuinely curious about it”Young Midoriya is a growing boy and talking about feelings is something that they should have. He practically adopted the boy since day one, after all.“Just...about feelings and such” he sighs. They feel the cool wind brush against their face “This old man is just having another conflict with himself, you see. You needn’t worry yourself with it”He offers him a smile and Deku shakes his head“Let me help”Toshinori chuckles and he feels the rumble in his chest. He pats the messy green hair of the freckled boy.“Always so kind.”What he says next, he reluctantly responds with“Sure”They spent the next last 30 minutes together talking about the short dilemma he’s in and both men shared their individuals thoughts on certains subjects.Along with that was Deku’s impeding sexuality.It was common for teenagers to question for it at this point. It happens and it happened to him not too long ago he was able to figure it out by himself. It was a rough time for him and since Deku has an absent father, he thinks that he shouldn’t be facing it all alone“Ah…” Deku rubs the back of his neck “It’s so stupid…” he murmurs with a blush“It’s not, my boy” Toshinori shakes his head “It’s part of who you are and it’s always been with you ever since you were born. It just took a little while for it to bubble up, I guess”“Hm”“If you have feelings for both young Uraraka and young Tenya, then it’s not at all wrong. You’re still trying to figure yourself out and don’t rush it too much.”He places a warm palm on the teenager’s back and rubs it soothingly. Deku smiles and nods at his words. The empty bottle of energy drink is now long gone and was thrown out to the near recycling bin.The sky is setting now and they both stand up. Toshinori brings out his phone and stares at the time“I do believe it’s time to go home”“Yeah. My mom might get worried” Deku gathers his belongings and places them all in bag “Thank you for the training today, All Might. I’ll see you at school tomorrow”The blond man nods and pats the boy’s head.“Get home safe”He waves the boy off as he takes the other road home. He watches him quietly and he felt like a mother bird watching one of her younglings fly away from the nest. When he was out of sight, he makes his own way home.Before that, he stops by a convenience store a few blocks away from the local library. He  comes in is greeted by a half-sleepy cashier woman. He sees her from the aisle of chips and he hears the sound of the door chime ring.The sleepy cashier greets the person and they greet back from across the store. His back was turned towards the glass casing of the fridge filled with the sweet drinks and he whips his head back when he feels someone tap his shoulder“Toshi!”As sweet as the drinks in front of him and smooth as butter,her voice calls out for him.“Hello!” he says her name in greeting “I didn’t see you there” he smiles at her and he has to look down due to their height difference. He never noticed that before, but inside he calls it cute.“I’d ask how’s the weather up there but I thought that it would be an overused joke on you” she giggles. Toshinori chuckles as well and notices the stacks of paper tucked in her arms and her bag haphazardly slung around her shoulder“You have a lot of stuff on you” he asks “Would it be all right to ask what’s all these for?”She adjusts the bag on her shoulder and sighs“Yeah, just thesis stuff” she lets out a tired sigh “They let us leave a bit early today and half of my groupmates didn’t do their jobs properly”Toshinori nods in sympathy. He sees the bags under her eyes and her right eye twitches“Now I have to edit it and look for respondents!” she rolls her eyes. She steps forward and Toshinori moves away.Her hand grabs the fridge’s handle with a grunt and picks out the single black coffee from the shelf. He notices the documents that were about to spill out“Let me help you--” he holds his hands out to catch them. He hears her curse and before it hits the floor, it’s in his arms. Though it was all out of place, it didn’t touch the floor.  He was bent down with an armful of papers.“Jesus! That was close!” she gasps out. She bends down to Toshinori’s level and sets the can of coffee beside her. They meet eye to eye and he feels like exploding any moment now“Thank you for catching them!”
I hope you catch my feelings
“You got fast reflexes, my man ” they both get up and she picks up the can of coffee beside her. She turns to him again “Oh, you don’t need to hold them. I got it--”“Let me”He smiles. This is what heroes do. They help people.“You sure?”“No worries! This is lighter compared to the ones I’ve carried before” Like that building I leveled one time , he wanted to add. He kept his mouth shut instead.“Well, alrighty then” she shrugs “Could you hold onto them for a while? I’ll just pay for this drink”  “Sure. I’ll just be--ah,” he looks around and moves in one spot “I’ll just be here...waiting”She laughs and hums out a yes“I’ll be back!”And he waits.---He has no idea why he lied right there, right now. When she got back to him, she told him about her walk to the public library. And he says the darndest things“Oh! Coincidentally , I’ll be heading there too! I need to come up with more stuff for my students” Liar . He was an absolute liar, but she bought it.Like the way she bought him a bottle of tea of in a form of thanks for his heroic act inside the convenience store. He stuttered out a thanks when she showed him the drink.  And then, there they were. Walking towards the library with her papers in his arms. It was a quiet walk and they both admired the sun setting down.When the doors were opened, he saw a couple of students doing their respective homeworks, a couple of older people reading in solidarity and another one snoozing by the kid’s section.“You’re late again” a man with a bat like quirk greets them. Well, mostly her. She sighs and perches herself along the counter “And I see you’ve brought your professor”He pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. In an ominous way, he stamps a book and slides it to the side.She chuckles and looks back at him. He was slouched down and was standing quietly“That’s not my professor, Mr. Hasegawa” she corrects him. The librarian puts away his stamp and books to lean in closer. His elbow rests on the wood and his head rests on his hand “That’s my study-buddy, Toshinori”“He looks like he belongs to my age group” he cocks a brow.Truthfully, he was right and it might have sort of struck a nerve in him. He purses his lips together“Aw, don’t be like that” she waves her hand at him “Toshi’s actually a teacher! He’s just going to look into a few books for his upcoming lessons”He looks at him now. A thick brow arches and his glasses slid down to his nose “Pray tell, what does he teach?” Oh, god. Oh, fuck .“Physical education” he blurts out. It wasn’t far out. That’s what he actually teaches in U.A, he wasn’t lying but at the same time he wasn’t prepared. Mr.Hasegawa nods slowly and hums out in response“I expected a P.E teacher to be a little more….” his eyes scan his body “Well….” he gestures his other hand in a circular motion while trying to come up with something to say
I actually teach in my muscle form but sure whatever you want
He painfully wants to say. He holds his tongue for his friend“Mr.Hasegawa!” she scolds lightly. Her hands were on her hips “You know better than to judge”“Oh, sorry” he chuckles. He brings his hands together and clasps them “Who I am I to judge? My eyesight is utter shit and I’m working as a librarian”Toshinori sighs and he shifts the papers in his arms“Anyway--” he turns his attention back to her “The computers are free to use now. Now scurry along with...ah…”“Toshinori” the blond man interrupts with a grunt“Yes, yes” he gets back to his work. He opens another book and stamps in on the first page “Now go. You’ve got a thesis to finish” she nods and thanks him. She cocks her head and Toshinori catches it as a signal that it was time for them to move along.He feels a piercing gaze at the back of his head but he decides not to notice it.Now, he was sitting by alone on one of the tables with books he blindly took off from the shelves as she sat an arms length away from him. Her back was turned and her attention was fixated at the pc. He hears her frustrated sighs and the tacking of keyboard from his seat.“Oh, god--”His ears perked up when he hears her groan. He hides his face in the book he’s currently reading, something about Animals and their mating cycles, and tries to move his attention away from it.
Block the sound. Don’t think about Daiya. Don’t think about Daiya--
A drop of a pen and he hears her curse again“Ah, fuck me ”His breath hitches and he buries his face further into the book. His nose now in between the pages and he inhales the scent of the worn out book.“Toshinori--” she says softly. He snaps his head towards her, the book still covering half of his face to hide his blush. He eyes her and her hair was messy, tied up using a pen,  and her eyes were close to dropping.He would be lying to himself if he thinks that she doesn’t look good right now“I’m so bored” she groans. She pulls up the sleeves of her jacket up to her hands and rubs her face with itCome to think of it, they’re almost close to an hour and thirty minutes inside the library now. The people that he saw when he entered the building were all gone by then and a lot of them are starting to pack up their belongings now.And the books he took off of from the high shelves were barely opened and he’s just been reading the same one and it’s pages for the past hour now.Her face lights up and gestures for him to move closer. He places his book down and takes a an empty seat beside her“Wanna watch some videos?” she asks with a lazy drawl.Truth to be told, he was getting bored as well. He swears he memorizes now how bottlenose dolphins mate and interact with one another, thanks to the book.“Why not”For the next few hours, they watched nothing but funny video clips while trying to hide their laughter.  A particular video had them bursting out their seams and tears welled up in the corner of their eyes.“Oh..fuck--” she rests her forehead against his shoulder. He feels her tears seep into his skin but he doesn’t mind at all as he finds himself laughing as well. He’s clutching his stomach and he bites the inside of lip to try and counter itShe looks up to him, her face red from laughter and she sniffs loudly. For a moment, he stares at her face. His heart beats loudly against his chest as she was directly looking at him, her smile piercing his thoughts.
Take a picture it’s gonna last longer
“Fuck, Toshinori-- ” she breathes out “Toshi-- My stomach-- Pfftt ” she snorts and slaps her hand on her mouth. In return, he laughs as well when the video replays on it’s ownAnd he did a piss poor job hiding this one and they didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards them.“Hard at work?”“M-mr. H--” she swallows her saliva and chokes her laugh back “Yeah. I spent half an hour editing shit--”“Lord above me, you’re going crazy!” he exclaims. Meanwhile, she’s hanging on Toshinori’s shoulder for her dear life.  She wheezes out and Mr.Hasegawa clicks his tongue and shakes his head.“Toshinori,is it?” he clears his throat. He looks up at the librarian “Could you please escort her out and make sure she gets home”“I will”“She’s been working herself to death, good lord and I think she’s losing her mind” She raises her hand and wipes a tear off of the corner of her eyes“Half true” she shows him a thumbs up“Go home” he says her name with a stern voice. She stands up with a sigh and grabs her belongings before promptly logging out her account from the computer. She kicks the soles of her shoes and Toshinori follows.“And about the books,” Mr. Hasegawa taps the blond man’s shoulder “I’ll clean it up for you. Just make sure that fine young lady over there gets home safe”He nods and sees himself out along with her.--“Oh, man--” they walk in the busy streets. The lamp lights illuminating their way home and towards the train station “Sorry for sort of getting us kicked out. You didn’t even get to finish or make your lesson plan”“No, it’s fine” he raises his hand and waves it off “I can always go back. Did you atleast finish your edits?”“Yeah! All I’m missing now is just a couple of respondents for our survey” she kicks the rock under her shoe.“Respondents?”“I’m mostly looking for teenagers to answer it”“Not using an online survey for it?” he arches up a thin eyebrow. She shakes her head“No. Our teacher is too much of an oldie for it” she frowns “That’s what the papers are for, you know?”She points at the stack of papers in his arms. By now, they’re at the gates of the train station“Well. This is my stop” she takes the papers from his arms. In a short while, he notices that her fingers touched the tips of his “Thanks for carrying this, by the way”“Guess, I’ll see you on Saturday, then?” she smiles. He nods quietly and stuffs his hands inside his pocket “Get home safe, Toshi”Before she turns his back, he calls out her name“I think I can help you with your survey”Her eyes shimmers under the streetlights and both of her eyebrows were raised.
God, what the fuck are you doing
“Really?”  she cocks her head to the side. He hums out a yes “I think I can get my students to answer them. If you want”In a blink, she gives him a side hug that catches him by surprise. The world stops and his heart moves fast.“Oh, thank you Toshi!”“I’ll just inform you through text, all right?”When she lets go to leave he feels her lingering warmth on his side where his large wound was. He raises his hand to wave her goodbye and he stands there in the sea of salarymen walking by dumbfounded.---“Young Midoriya?”“Yeah?”“Is it possible for you to answer a bunch of questions for a graduating college student?”“Eh…?”