A Hero's Hero - All Might
It was impossible to not know of the hero All Might, even now that he was retired. If he wasn’t known before, after the most recent events of his final face off against All for One he was known then.
The two of you held little interaction outside of being the middleman between him and Nighteye, while not his sidekick, the two of you were long time friends. It had fallen upon you to be the unspoken pigeon for updates between the two, even if neither of them realized just where or who the information came from.
When the passing of Nighteye came and went, it found the two of you closer. All Might reached out to you more than he ever had before, you lost your childhood friend, it was only natural he worried.
And it was only natural you worried, and reached out in return. Mirai would curse you from his resting place if you didn’t try and keep an eye out on the man who insisted on working himself to an early grave.
Despite his busy schedule keeping him at UA most days, amongst other things. He’d try and find the time to set aside at least once a week for the two of you to catch up, have tea and simply forget the fate of the world temporarily.
The meeting spot of the week had been a hole in the wall café, a place you had found in passing while on patrol a few weeks ago, and after looking into it, the place seemed perfect for the retired hero to relax without being bombarded by fans.
The elderly woman had allowed you to pick a table, only a few other elderly customers occupying a table here and there. You settled on a booth near the back by a large window that looked out on an empty background, not entirely gorgeous scenery but it would keep the blonde out of view by those passing.
Recalling one of All Might’s preferred teas, you requested that alongside something that fit in with the omega’s diet restrictions.
“Such a sweet and caring alpha..” the old woman cooed. “I remember my late husband doing the same.. Going out of his way to remember the things I liked,” you flushed, trying to get out a reply that that was not the case, she waved you off with a cackle. “No need to be so embarrassed, whoever they are, they’d be lucky to have such a kind alpha like you.”
The woman left without letting you so much as try and explain yourself, not that you could, being too dumbfounded and tongue tied to work out a comprehensive thought let alone sentence.
Was ordering his favourite tea and something he could eat wrong? Would he take it the wrong way? It’s not like you meant anything more of it, just a simple kind gesture between friends.
“There’ll come a time where he’ll need you more than ever. There’s no harm in trying to talk to him more, even if he won’t talk to me..”
You shook Mirai’s words from your head, why would the former number one hero need you? That’s silly, even if these little meetups seemed to relax him a fair bit, it could be anyone in your position.
It didn’t need to be you.
The bell on the door rang, signaling an entry, out of reflex your head rose to inspect the guest. To no surprise it was the man of the hour, All Might. The few older patrons in the cafe welcomed him, but didn’t hound him much to your relief.
His eyes scanned the room until his gaze fell on you, prompting you to get out of your seat to wave him over. With a sudden skip in his step, he made his way to you, arms stretched out for a hug that you happily returned. “I hope I haven’t made you wait too long.”
“Nonsense, I just got here.” Breaking the hug you sat back down, All Might took off his jacket and sat it beside him on the bench before lacing his fingers together on the table. “Hope you don’t mind. I already put an order in.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” he chuckled, hand rubbing nervously at his neck. “I appreciate it though.”
You propped your chin on your knuckles and tapped idly with your free hand on the table. “Nonsense, I wanted the tea to be nice and hot when you got here. And given your strict diet I got you something you could eat as well, hope you're hungry.”
The blonde flushed, finger scratching at his cheek some. “I suppose I could eat, I did have a light lunch.”
“I know you're limited with position sizes, but I do wish you’d eat more.” you sighed, shaking your head. “Anyways, I got–”
While you spoke, the blonde spaced out, it didn’t matter if you had just gotten out of work or had been lazing about your place, you always dressed so casually around him he couldn’t help but feel a tad out of place. His eyes lingered over today’s outfit, nude coloured patches peeked out from the neck of your shirt.
All Might understood the use of scent patches, to dull or even hide the individual’s scent. They were required in some fields of work, plenty of pro heroes used them as well to prevent conflicting dynamic issues while dealing with civilians. However, the reason why you wore them? He didn’t know. He’d considered asking in the past but it always felt rude, wrong even to ask something like that.
There were times he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent, but it was impossible to assume if it was yours, or someone else's. Anytime he thought about it being someone else's scent made his stomach churn, metaphorically in his case.
Which just felt silly to him, you were single, of course you’d smell like someone else from time to time. He was proud to be friends with you, friends with such a kind and caring alpha. Perhaps it was because he knew how good of an alpha you were, that he was afraid you’d get taken advantage of? Surely that was the case, he worried for all of his friends after all.
“-llo–” You reached out across the table, snapping your fingers near his face until he snapped out of it. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
All Might coughed into his hand. “Sorry..”
You sighed, the moment you noticed his far off gaze it should’ve been obvious he wasn’t listening. “Never mind it’s not important, but here..” you slid the plate holding his food over to him. “She said she’d be back with our tea in a moment.”
He cleared his throat and looked down to the plate, man you really knew his dietary restrictions, almost none of his friends knew it as detailed as you. Did Nighteye tell you about it? “Thank you, this looks great!”
The elderly woman slowly shuffled over, after seeing how heavy the tray was, you got up and quickly met her half way to take it from her. “Oh my, how sweet. Are you sure it’s not heavy?” she let it go and placed a hand worryingly to her cheek.
“Not at all ma’am, when we’re finished how about I bring it back for you?” You felt bad, the tray wouldn’t have been heavy had you not requested an entire pot of tea for the two of you.
She hummed in thought before nodding. “Thank you dear.” Curiously she peeked around you to see the guest you had put such consideration into. You eyed the nosy woman, though she had every right to know who came into her shop after all.
All Might watched the two of you, tossing the elderly woman a nervous wave. Why was she staring so heavily at him?
The woman waved her hand and you leaned closer. “You treat that omega right, you hear? Don’t think I don’t know who that is.” she smiled and waved to the blonde before looking back at you, pointing a finger at you as if telling you to be on your best behaviour.
“Yes granny.” Saying you’d treat him right felt wrong, the two of you really were just friends, but you didn’t want to upset the old woman by saying so. It was easier to just agree and go back to the table. Seeming satisfied she left without a second to spare, allowing you to quickly shuffle over to the table.
“What was that about?” He mumbled.
You set everything from the tray onto the table before sitting, pouring his tea first. “Oh uh, nothing..” He gave you a look that clearly read he didn’t believe you. “Ugh.. don’t make me say it..”
All Might chuckled, blowing on his tea slightly. “I’m not making you say anything.”
“Ugh..” Taking a sip of your own tea, you told him what the old lady said when you got there, and a rough, less embarrassing version of what she just implied.
He set his drink down mid explanation, fingers laced together and face hiding behind them. “I’m so sorry–I..”
“N-no it’s not your fault.” The old woman hadn’t been the first and no doubt wouldn’t be the last to mistake your guy's relationship, it just got exhausting that the two of you couldn’t be seen as just friends. He was a retired, world known pro hero, the two of you were on far different levels.
From that point you shifted the conversation, asking about his day, how things had been since the last time the two of you really talked. And while he couldn’t talk about a majority of it, he told you what he could and loosely of things he wasn’t particularly confident about stating outright.
The rest of the totally not a date went smoothly, back and forth conversation about this and that with the occasional fan that entered coming over to simply say hello to the retired hero. Every time he apologized to you, not that it really bothered you getting interrupted. It only bothered you when it was clearly bothering the omega, situations in which person after person would come up and put a strain on the man who was simply trying to just sit there and enjoy himself.
When it came time to pay the bill you plucked the bill up to take care of it. “You took care of it last time against my wishes, now it’s my turn.” You stuck your tongue out and set everything on the tray to return it for the elderly woman.
All Might watched with fascination as you paid and spoke with the woman. It wasn’t uncommon for people to try and do stuff for him, whether it be to get on his good side or because they genuinely wanted to help. But the difference with you, was that you didn’t treat him like a hero, even before he retired. He’s always just been Toshinori to you, not All Might.
Even if you didn’t know that bit of information.
“Alright, paid for.” He looked up at you before finally getting up to put his jacket on. Once it was on you reached out to his surprise, fingers playing with the rim of his coat. “It’s getting colder out, I wish you’d wear something thicker.”
“I’m fine, I run on the warmer side you know.” The blonde stared down at you, watching you fuss at his coat, going so far as to do every single button.
“I’d rather you sweat than catch your death.” Picking up your forgotten scarf from the booth you gestured for him to lean over. When he did, you tossed your scarf around his neck, tucking the ends into the chest of his coat. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll ask that Midoriya boy to text me daily on whether or not you're dressing properly.”
He chuckled nervously at the thought of being tattled on by his student, until the scent from the scarf hit him. It was your scent, and the same scent he had caught whiffs of previously. Subtly, he sniffed at the scarf and took in the scent. It was like standing in a field of flowers with the warm sun on your face during a summer day. If he was cold before, he definitely wasn’t now with this newfound warmth spreading through him.
You pushed the door to the cafe open, letting him step out first. “You okay? Sorry, it probably stinks of me..” you scratched your neck some, centimeters away from the patches. “I’ve been told I have a rather.. Unpleasant scent..”
“N-no!” He shouted, startling the both of you, he didn’t mean to nearly scream it. “I mean..” he looked around nervously. “It’s not unpleasant at all, I’ve actually always wondered why you wore patches..”
He led you away from the street to give the two of you a bit more privacy. “Ah well.. I’ve been told my scent, while subtle compared to most alpha’s, was on the unpleasant side.” You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket, looking anywhere but at him. “So I took to wearing patches most of the time, Mirai was one of the few that never complained. Anytime it got brought up he simply stated it’s likely that we’re not compatible.”
“Compatible?” He cocked his head in thought. How someone’s scent smelt to one person, would smell different to another, which was why scent also came into play when people dated. Unfortunately, he had no real experience to go by in that department.
“Yeah, when he brought it up it made me realize that anyone I had dated in the past, while I did care for them, I didn’t love them per say. It’s like..”
“Like you dated them because they never complained about the scent?” he finished.
You gave a sad nod. While most of them you did care deeply for, there just hadn’t been that connection while dating. And those that you did love and have a connection with, turned you away when it came to your scent. “I’m glad though.” he peered over the scarf at you. “That you don’t find it gross.”
All Might flushed, he could feel his ears heating up the longer the two of you held eye contact. What could he possibly say to that? Surely you didn’t mean anything out of it, after all you said Nighteye was someone who didn’t complain about it. Though it’s possible he was simply accustomed to it, having grown up with you since the two of you were young.
You had taken his red ears and flushed face for him being cold. A quick check of the time told you it was getting late, which meant it would be colder. “I’ve kept you out long enough, you should get back so you can warm up. And remember to wear more layers at least if you're not going to wear a thicker jacket.” you scolded.
He nervously laughed, nodding his head a few times. “Yes, yes.” His hand fell to the scarf to pull it down some from his mouth, the scent becoming far too much to handle. “I’ll return this then–”
“Nope,” you held a hand out to stop him, “you can return it later. I don’t want you getting sick.” His heart fluttered at your worrying, while normally it would’ve gotten on his nerves with anyone else, he found it endearing when you did it.
“If you're sure,” he mumbled into the scarf, “then I’ll return it next time.”
He did not, in fact, return the scarf next time.
The next week when the two of you had met, he had worn it as if it was his own. You had a new scarf by then and neither of you had brought it up, why he still wore it, why he didn’t hand it over, or why you had a new one.
The week after, your scent had begun to fade from the scarf. When you didn’t bring it up last time that he hadn’t returned it, he began brainstorming on how to return it. There’s no way he could say something as embarrassing as apologizing for keeping it because he enjoyed your scent.
It was entirely possible to play off forgetting, saying he’s just been so wrapped up and busy with things that it slipped his mind. After all you didn’t bring it up, maybe you forgot?
You had most certainly not forgotten.
When All Might showed up that week wearing your scarf? The alpha within you stirred happily, proud that its omega smelt of it. Which you immediately scolded yourself for, he was not your omega, he was a friend. One who just so happens to get flirted with frequently, whether he noticed it or not.
Having him smell of you was like a friendly duty, right? It was something any good friend would do so their friend could relax without people constantly coming after them. You were just doing him an unspoken favour of keeping others out of his hair.
The one meeting a week turned into two days a week, on occasion you’d cross paths with him and Midoriya, the two inviting you to sit with them. Those days you enjoyed the most, being able to see All Might talk and interact with Midoriya, it was like seeing a father and son with the two of them.
There were various questions the public asked over the years, why he never took a mate, why he never had kids. While you could speculate a few reasons why, there was little stopping him now that he’d been retired from doing either of those.
At one point Midoriya had gotten up to leave, something about having plans with a few of his friends. “It was nice seeing you again.” he addressed you.
“It was, do me a favour and keep an eye on this old man for me. Don’t be afraid to tattle on him if he’s misbehaving.” you teased. All Might choked on his drink, slapping carefully at his chest before scolding you.
You brushed it off, soaking in Midoriya’s laugh before remembering something. “Oh, that’s right.” The two paused to look at you, Midoriya looking between the two of you more curiously. “I got that thing you asked about, here.”
You pulled out a small box from your coat pocket and slid it to the teen before picking up your drink. Midoriya’s eyes light up, hesitantly taking it into his hands before rapidly looking between it and you. “A-are you sure I can have it?”
“Of course, I even got it signed for you.”
Midoriya squealed, a lengthy list of thank you’s and embarrassing bowing before you got him to stop.
All Might watched the two of you cluelessly, but couldn’t help but soak in the sound of your laugh. “Calm down Midoriya,” the blonde looked at the time, “shouldn’t you be going? You’ll be late.”
The teen panicked at the mention of being late and gathered his things in his arms. “It was nice talking with you two, and thank you again! I’ll be sure to make it up to you!” he shouted back.
“No need to~!” you called back, settling into your warm drink again.
When Midoriya was no longer within his field of vision, All Might turned his attention to you. “What was that about?”
“Mm? Oh the gift?” he nodded. “Ah, we were texting and he was curious about the release date of something. I managed to set one aside and even got it signed.”
“That must’ve been expensive.. You didn’t have to do that..” ignoring his drink he dug out his wallet, you put his hand out to stop him though. But that didn’t stop him from still trying to fish it out. “I can’t in good faith just let you drop money on him like that..”
“Relax Big Might, Lil Might’s gift wasn’t that expensive, plus he’s such a sweet boy.. He’s doing so much for you.. The world..” Bits and pieces of the story had been left out when including you into his “secret”, that didn’t upset you in the least bit, the fact that you were trusted enough to be included was more than enough.
Big Might. The silly name always made him flustered, first students and teachers teasing him about being close to Midoriya, now you? Though the names did tickle him a little, something about them made him happy.
He cleared his throat, finally putting the wallet away. “Alright, but next time you do something like that.. Please tell me, I’d be more than happy to buy it in your stead.”
“Well that defeats the point of it being a gift from me, now doesn’t it?” You waggled your pink at him, chin propped on your hand. “I’m really starting to wonder if Midoriya really is your secret child.” While the intention was simply to tease and poke fun at, the thought hurt your chest. You only knew of Midoriya’s mom from stories, she seemed like an incredibly lovely lady.
The more you thought about it the more it upset you, even though the patches though All Might picked up on the shift in scent. Fresh flowers wilted to scentless, dead flowers within minutes. He had no clue what provoked the change but sought to try and fix it.
Something salty sweet tickled your nose, like sea salt ice cream on a hot day at the beach. Or salted caramel chocolate melting on your fingers while you sat in the hot sun. It took a few minutes to realize where it was coming from–who it was coming from.
All Might had little experience when it came to fully controlling his scent, like you, he’d lived in blockers most his life with little worry about controlling it. The strain on his face, no–the focus, showed clear as day he was trying to comfort someone, comfort you.
You blinked, forcing yourself from the haze and placed a hand on his arm. A silent thanks through the gesture, one he simply gave a nod to before placing a large warm hand over your own.
The rest of that little visit stayed in silence, simply finishing drinks in one another's company until it came time to leave.
The following week after that there was no meet up, and again the week after. Apparently things had come up, training or something. It left you plenty of time to mull over your feelings and figure out how you were going to act around All Might the next time you saw him. While that last time wasn’t horrible, the fact you started to get so jealous and territorial was embarrassing to say the least.
Any fool could see probably clear as day the way you looked at the omega, little instances where people said something along the lines of the two of you looking good together. Flashbacks of the old woman at that cafe, people in passing, even Mirai seemed to push the idea of you two being together for some reason.
“Did you use your quirk on me?”
“I did.” he replied bluntly.
“Mirai you–you can’t just do that without my permission!”
“I apologize, but I don’t regret doing so.” he nudged his glasses up and returned to his paperwork.
“What was so important that you had to see? We aren’t children anymore Mirai..”
Mirai sat in silence, either ignoring you or figuring out what he was going to say. After several minutes of standing around you gave up hoping for a reply. Just as you were about to leave he decided to speak up.
“That mission.. Should anything arise, I simply..”
Your shoulders sagged, just like being children again, Mirai’s elderly brother role still held strong as adults. Anytime a particularly risky mission arose, for either of you, he wouldn’t fail to use his foresight in hopes that all would go well.
“I’m not going on that mission you know, you should be more worried about yourself.” you sighed, crossing your arms. “I know you're strong, and there will be others.. But I saw that list Rai.. those names..”
Mirai waved his hand in a shooing motion. “You don’t have to tell me that, I know very well what we’re going into.” he leaned his elbows on the table, chin resting on his knuckles. “I was more curious about something else..” he mumbled to himself.
You slunk forward until you were leaning against his desk. “Come again?”
“Do you remember what I told you? Back when I was still All Might’s sidekick?”
“‘There’ll come a time where he’ll need you more than ever. There’s no harm in trying to talk to him more, even if he won’t talk to me..’” you repeated. “I’m still confused what the number one hero could want with me of all people. I’m just a nobody you know, a hero that bounces from agencies to help fill spots when situations are tight.”
Mirai sighed, adjusting his glasses out of habit again. “None of that has anything to do with this, I could tell you, but you wouldn’t get it. So just do me this favour and keep a connection with All Might.”
“I already do thanks to your petty squabble.” you mumbled, turning away.
“What?”
“Nothing~” You laughed nervously before turning back to face him. “Fine, I’ll keep tabs on the big guy, but I don’t know what could possibly happen. Can you.. At least give me a hint?”
“No,” he looked back at his papers, “I’m sorry.. I just want All Might to live a long, happy life.” Mirai’s voice was soft, softer than you’d heard in ages.
It tugged at your heart strings, in the years you’d known this man it was rare for him to get this pushy about a foresight. It would take someone special like you to read between the lines, this seemed to shake him up like the vision of All Might’s death he went on about. Did it have to do with that? Were you somehow going to be involved? God you hoped not.
“Okay, okay..” ignoring the papers you reached over and placed a hand on his own. “I’ll keep in contact with All Might, if he ever seems like he’s in need of help I’ll do what I can.”
Mirai let out a shaky sigh, his other hand coming to cover yours. “Thank you..”
With the whole mood shifted, you figured it was best to just walk away from it. Let him get back to his work and go find something else to do. Just before you left however, you heard him clear as day.
“If I didn’t already believe in soulmates before, I would after seeing that..”
It was the last real conversation you had with the man. You’d never responded to a call from the hospital so fast, nearly getting into an accident to get there in time. Did he see his own death and asked you to comfort All Might knowing he’d show up? If the bastard saw his own death he should’ve told you, it would’ve been difficult but you would’ve dropped everything to join them.
That day, All Might had comforted you far more than you had to him. While that had been his sidekick, his friend, that had been your childhood friend, your big brother. Even now the exact memory of what happened afterwards was fuzzy.
A ring from the doorbell tore you from memory lane, you wanted nothing more than to ignore it, grab a glass of wine and just ignore everything. But you couldn’t shake the feeling it was important and only got up when the rings came more feverishly. “Alright, alright calm down..”
On the other side stood All Might, slouched and hollow, like a kicked, cold puppy left in the rain. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced..”
“N-no that’s okay,” you ushered him inside out of the cold, “I’m more impressed that you knew where I lived.”
The blonde gave a weak chuckle, rubbing his hands together with a shiver. “Nighteye actually..” He watched your brows furrowed in confusion, that cute little head tilt you did when thinking. “After he passed, I was given a letter.. That included your address.. Sorry I never said anything sooner.”
“Ah that little shit.. I’m not surprised.” you mumbled, dead and still treating you like a child to be checked in on. The naggy voice in the back of your head thanked him though, now the omega knew where you lived if anything did happen. “Come in, take your coat off, I'll get you something to drink.”
When he didn’t refuse you knew something was off, normally he’d apologize and say it was unnecessary. Instead he simply did as you told, removed his coat, hung it, slipped his shoes off and made his way into your apartment to the living room. Without even being prompted to sit, he took a seat on the couch and slouched forward.
Quickly, you shuffled into the kitchen to prepare some tea, emerging a little after with a hot cup for him to warm up with. The mug looked so little in his hands, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to invest in a larger sized mug for his visits, or rather any guests visit with large hands.
All Might softly flinched when a blanket draped over his shoulders, it wasn’t soft, but it was heavy. When it dawned on him it was a weighted blanket he had to force back a whimper. You had no clue why he was here, he simply showed up at your doorstep unannounced, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived. He just showed up and you went into a protective state without any form of information.
While he internally fought himself, you were none the wiser of his plight, simply doing anything you could to ground the clearly stressed omega. You kept a loose, relaxed stance when you propped yourself on the arm rest of the couch to further convey that you weren’t upset or anything that would set his inner omega off.
Half way through his tea he finally set it aside, fingers pulling the weighted blanket further around himself. “Tha–”
“Shh, don’t thank me. Don’t force yourself to speak. Drink, warm up, when you're actually ready then you can talk.” Careful to keep your tone casual and calm, you got up and plucked a blanket off the chair you kept by the window to read at.
The omega accepted the fuzzy blanket, fingers grazing the fluff before unraveling it. It wouldn’t be the first time an omega you weren’t intimate with made themselves a nest in your apartment. If the man felt comfort to come to you, in your scent and personal space. Who were you to deny him the opportunity to make a nest if he so desired?
All Might looked around the room, his omega instincts kicking in to find the perfect place for a nest that didn’t impede on your own personal space. Without a peep he simply pointed at the corner where the chair sat, it was your favourite place to sit and read with a large beautiful window on both sides of the corner.
You made quick work of moving the chair and little table from their spots, and in no time the blonde got up and moved over. If he had been of a more clear head he’d be horrifyingly embarrassed at his actions, but as of right now he was on autopilot.
A weighted and fluffy blanket wasn't enough to clearly build with, you gave him the pillows from the couch and several extra blankets and pillows from the closet for guests. They wouldn’t smell like you, but maybe having a nest without your scent was best for his state of mind.
It looked silly in all honesty, a seven foot man building a nest that wouldn’t even fit half of him. His omega was surely beating him up over the lack of items to work with, the guilt of not having enough items for nesting ate at you. Not like you ever expected a situation like this to happen. Against your better judgement you left to the bedroom and removed practically everything but the bedsheets for him to use.
You lost track of time while he worked, having emptied his cup and brewed a proper fresh pot of tea, this time with chamomile and lavender. When he finally finished he simply lied there, and you placed the mug just outside the nest. “Better?”
Despite his face buried into the edge of the nest he nodded. If his ears were anything to go by, he came back to his senses and was likely feeling embarrassed. “You don’t have to feel bad by the way, this isn’t the first time I’ve had something like this happen.” Realizing just how bad that sounded you quickly sought to fix any improper thoughts he could think of.
“Mirai!” you cleared your throat. “Mirai had done this before, you know him.. Always neglecting his natural omega instincts..” when he didn’t reply you continued. “So I’ve had my fair share of big, cute omegas breaking into my house to make a nest in. If anything, I’m flattered? Is that weird to say?” The question was rhetorical, but you were flattered that two of the most important omegas in your life were so comforted by you that they felt they could do this.
“I had hesitated.. Originally, whether I should come or not..” he started, lifting his face from the plush fabric but still facing away from you. “It’s not your job or anything..”
“Mm..” you sat back on the cold couch and winced immediately, noting he took the blasted cushions as well. No wonder the couch looked so naked. “What did you do when this happened before?”
“Nothing..”
How very Mirai of him.
“I really don’t mind it,” while the next words would hurt, they were true, “we’re friends and I care about you. Even if I had a partner I’d drop everything to help you, just as I had done for Mirai.”
He must’ve not liked the response if his silence was anything to go by, and his scent clearly told you he wasn’t asleep. It was getting harder and harder to deny how you felt, you couldn’t compare the relationship to that of Mirai’s anymore. The relationship with Mirai had always been close friends, family, and unbreakable. But the relationship with All Might had been more than that.
A quick check of the time told you it was nearly dinner time, with the omega here it meant an impromptu dinner he could stomach. “Not that it needs to be said, but stay here and rest. I’m going to make dinner.” Although muffled, you heard him whine, likely due to the fact you’d be out of his view.
Hesitantly, you got up and every time you moved further away there was another whine. Internally you laughed, it was cute, stupidly cute. Externally though you kept a straight face trying to remedy this. “Mm.. hey.” he cocked his head in your direction, just enough to see you out of the corner of his eye. “Do you trust me?”
“Wh–what?”
“Do you trust me?”
Without further context, all he could do was nod. You kept your distance, giving a few full body stretches, focusing on your arms before crouching down beside him. “No flailing now.” Before he could ask what that meant, you were picking him up, cocooned in the blanket he had wrapped around himself.
The man curled into himself the further he got from the ground, he was not expecting to be picked up like a princess. Given the large size difference between the two of you, he could only chalk it up to your quirk or an alpha’s incredible strength. He knew even in this shrunken, imitation of a hero size he was still rather heavy, and the fact you carried him without breaking a sweat? His heart pounded.
You carried him into the kitchen, the romantic in you wanted to place him on the counter so he could watch you cook. But the logical side of you knew he’d knock into everything and just be uncomfortable in the cramped space. You settled on putting him at the table closest to where you’d be working at. The chair looked ridiculous with him huddled up on it.
What was with you collecting lanky omegas that looked comical on standard sized things?
All Might seemed comfortable enough though, he shifted around at the table, going so far as to rest his head on the table like a sleepy child. From there it was much easier to make a quick dinner for the two of you, it felt unfair to have such a different dinner compared to his so you settled on something the both of you could enjoy.
With him already at the table it was easy to get him fed, part of you almost hoped he was like Mirai and let himself be spoon fed, but that was not the case.
When dinner was finished you quickly took care of the dishes before surprising him and yourself, by carrying him a second time back to his makeshift nest. Part of you had expected him to take a nap, and while he did seem to drift on and off, he was still quite awake.
You turned a blind eye every time he not so subtly sniffed at your scent from the bedsheets. It didn’t weird you out, again you were proud that he took comfort in it. Unlike in public, everything in the house reeked of you, even now you sat unpatched on the naked couch.
The uncomfortable springs from the bottom began to dig into your ass, causing you to stand up and stretch. “I can’t remember the last time I was like this..” he mumbled, you almost didn’t hear him over your groans from stretching.
“Like what?”
“Weak? No, vulnerable?” he mulled over trying to find the right word, but you brushed it off and gestured for him to continue. “People always felt safe knowing I was around, knowing that All Might was around,” he started, “people felt safe in their homes, but where did that leave me?”
Huh? You cock your head in confusion and All Might simply chuckles. “What I mean to say is, where am I supposed to feel safe?” Oh. All Might didn’t have to worry about being safe, he was a hero who made it safe. Who he was now, his omega, a retired hero, all of those didn’t belong to that same world anymore.
Rather than continue, the blonde watched you seemingly have a silent conversation in your head. He watched your head bob left and right in thought, face scrunch up and relax, it was almost as if you were losing an argument with yourself.
Which was what it felt like. The argument of whether to come out with how you felt or not, the timing didn’t seem all that great, it’s possible he’d think it was brought up simply because of what he said. Which wasn’t true, you wouldn’t have said anything if you didn’t mean it.
He jumped with a startle when you slammed your hands on the coffee table and got up. Too shocked to even whine at being left alone, which didn’t last long when you returned with a glass of–wine?
The blonde watched you pace back and forth, sipping from the glass that was very obviously not a wine glass. The only indicator it had been wine was by the bottle you had carried in.
After what felt like longer than you meant to wait, you abandoned the wine and came to a stop outside the nest. All Might craned his neck to look up at you until you crouched down beside him. “I like you.”
“I like you too.” he replied confusingly.
You shook your head, what an All Might response. “I. Like. You.” The longer he stared at you, the more you caved under the weight, looking away and slouching into yourself. “I like you.. Romantically.. I have for a while..”
He saw how little you had to drink, unless you were incredibly tipsy, he found himself struggling to make sense of the newfound information. “Wh–wait.. How much did you drink?” he sat up quickly, the blanket falling off him.
“I’m not drunk! I just.. Needed some liquid courage.. I’m still sober.. Mostly..” If it had been anyone else in the nest, you’d be out of arm's reach, but this wasn’t anyone else, it was All Might.
His hands were warm on your arms, the cold quickly reappearing when one of them left. Newfound warmth on your cheek had you leaning into it, head tilting to the side. It was clear he didn’t know what to say, while your inner alpha was so sure it had won its omega over, you however were unsure.
“Yagi..” he mumbled, causing you to lift your head some. “Toshinori..”
Your brows furrow in thought. Yagi? Toshinori? Who’s name was th–oh! He watched your brows relax and chuckled, you caught that quicker than he thought you would. “I like you, Yagi.”
Toshinori sighed softly, pulling you into the nest, into his lap. A rather comical sight if you were in the headspace for it. You sat stiffly in his lap, a name wasn’t a response, but it did mean he cared enough to trust you with such information.
“I.. think I like you too..” Despite words that should’ve made you happy, his face looked awfully pained. “I do like you, I’m just..” you inhaled, “afraid..” And you weren’t?
“This is new territory.. For the both of us.. It’s okay to be scared, Yagi.”
His face scrunched up in disdain, the two of you were closer than that, you could speak to him more familiarly. “Toshinori..”
“A-are you sure..?” You didn’t even know if he knew your name let alone first name. It would be weird at first, but to possibly hear him say it so familiarly one day? Your stomach began to flutter. “T–toshi..nori..”
The omega inhaled sharply, and for a moment you feared you hurt him and tried adjusting yourself. He mistook your attempts to lift your weight off him as you trying to get away. His arms tightened around you, pulling you further into his lap, into his chest. “Again..”
You shuddered when he hid his face in your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling. Again? “Toshi..nori..”
“Again,” he repeated.
“Toshinori..” you repeated, more confidently this time. A hand moved to his back, the way he hunched over looked painful. This man was too tall for his own good. “Toshinori.. Let go for a second, okay?” his grip tightened, fearing the worst. “I just wanna lie down, that can’t be good for your back.. You can lie against me okay?”
He reluctantly let go, keeping you within reach as you lied down, patting your chest like you would to get a dog to lay. He couldn’t help but chuckle before getting himself comfortable, a mess of hair hitting you in the face as he tangled his limbs around you.
It felt like a big fluffy dog, a big golden retriever. Man, that was a little too on the nose for him. Toshinori was none the wiser at being compared to a dog, he was far too satisfied soaking up everything from the past few minutes. From your confession, to you calling him by his name–something very few new of–it felt so intimate and he felt drunk off it.
The two of you lay there, Toshinori still on cloud nine while your hand mindlessly ran up and down his back. When it was obvious to you that he was still lost in the cloud, your hand stopped and you simply watched him, taking in his chilly sweet scent. “Toshinori?” he hummed, not completely aware. “Come back down to earth, it’s too chilly to be up in the clouds.”
The blonde chuckled, turning his head on your chest to look up at you with those tired blue eyes that were often drowned in the dark hollows of his eyes. “It’s not chilly, if anything.. It’s quite warm..” his eyes closed, “right here that is.”
You were grateful his eyes were closed, your entire face felt hot and there was no question that it was red. All you could respond with was a gentle squeeze, a hand raising to brush some hair from his tired face. “Alright mister smooth talker, how about you get some proper rest this time? We can talk about all this tomorrow.”
Rest would be difficult to find immediately, his inner omega was still jumping for joy, like a giddy child. Despite his complaints you had gotten up and turned lights off before joining him back in the nest. He practically locked you up in his spindly limbs, refusing to let you move an inch from him. It felt silly, childish, he was a whole grown man acting so uncharacteristically clingy.
The two of you traded soft spoken words here and there, when it was clear the blonde was struggling to wind down you released a relaxing scent to try and bring him down. Which worked, because within minutes he was leaning into you, mumbling replies to the little conversation until he ceased replying altogether.
At first it felt creepy, watching him sleep. It was a face you never got to see, such a relaxed expression, completely naturally–not forced for the public or anyone around him. After several or so minutes just watching him, listening to his breathing, you finally set out to join him. In the morning you’d greet him with warm words, a spoiled breakfast and keep him trapped in the nest.
Toshinori was going to get spoiled, just the way he deserved.
BONUS:
It had been months since the two of you became official, while not public, those close knew. After nights of hashing out stories of his and your pasts, one of the biggest questions on your mind finally came to light one night.
“How come you never took a mate, or had pups?”
Toshinori choked, dropping the book he was reading to his lap to slap at his chest. He wiped the saliva away from his lips and looked at you on the other side of the ridiculously large bed, something he insisted on buying to fit the both of you properly. “Where did that come from?”
“I’ve been wondering for a long time now, actually the public did too. I had my suspicions but with us talking about stuff the past few weeks, I thought it might be a good time to ask.” you ignored his odd stares and rolled onto your stomach, burying your face into the pillow before peeking out from it. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”
He shook his head, your lack of filter was hardly new to him. He just didn’t expect that question to be popped. “No, no it’s okay.” You watched him bookmark where he left off and set aside the book, giving you the entirety of his attention, something you loved. There were never any distractions when the two of you spoke. He gave you his full attention, and in return, so did you.
“When I was younger there was little thought into taking a mate, I was a hero. That was my main focus.” you nodded, slipping away from your pillow and using his lap in its place. He chuckled and brushed the hair from your face, letting his fingers curl around any strands possible.
“There was a time that I had thought about the possibility, I had met someone once but it was..” he hummed, trying to find the right word. “Short lived? At the time I was flying up in ranks, it became harder to separate those that I knew cared, and those that cared because of who I was.”
It made sense, a hot new hero making a name for himself? Even if what he did was amazing, it only made people more interested in him–even if their possible feelings were mistaken as something more.
“I had to draw the line anytime someone tried getting too close.” Toshinori sighed softly, leaning back on his pillows. “If there was anyone that did fall under the category of a possibility to date–they didn’t understand that being a hero was my main focus. With my rise in fame, I couldn’t just let others down or let people get hurt just because I wanted something like romance.”
“No, I get that. Some people don’t realize what it means, what they're getting into when it comes to dating a hero–or anyone passionate about their work. It’s not that they're going to be second in that person’s eyes, but it’s selfish to think they’d give it up for them.” You ignored the blonde’s look of surprise and continued.
“Dating a hero in specific means there’s a lot of risks and possibilities, and it’s something people forget to think about when dating. Dating a hero puts yourself indirectly in harm's way, a villain might try to hurt them to get to the hero they're angry at. If the hero in particular is frequently in the news, there’s a chance their significant other will have people shoving cameras and mics in their face.”
Were you speaking from experience? He hadn’t even thought that you might’ve experienced any of that, sure you weren’t a big name hero–not to discredit your work! But you did work alongside many different big name companies and heroes. He couldn’t deny your words though.
“Correct, all of that was part of it.. But–”
“You were a hero, it was inevitable that someone would pull the “between work and me” card. Plus with just how popular you were, it was inevitable that some would simply try to get with you for the fame alone–”
Toshinori bent forward and silenced you with a kiss, while he wasn’t upset you cut him off, you were going off on a tangent now. Even if it was on his behalf.
You returned the kiss, a hand coming up to hold his cheek. It took the former number one hero forever to kiss you without acting like he was going to explode. The fact he could do it now without any hesitation was incredible. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to rant like that..”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled, “but you are correct, about all of it. It’s all something to worry about, so taking on a mate wasn’t really a priority for me.” Toshinori sighed, going his entire life through heats alone was torture, but now he had you–even if his heats were irregular now due to past extensive suppressant usage.
The omega flushed, heats with you, god he hadn’t even thought about that. Neither of you had gotten very far, and your own ruts had been spent on your own, which was just occasionally there for comfort during the worst of it.
He coughed into his hand, head tilted away to hide the pink that he knew tinted his cheeks. Once he composed himself he looked back to you, the hand not in your hair fell to his side. “As for having pups..” his tone fell.
You sat up quick to comfort him knowing this would likely be sensitive for him to bring up. “You don’t have to say anything, it was rude of me to ask.”
“No it’s okay, I’d tell you sooner or later.” Toshinori watched your hand ghost over his scar, it didn’t hurt to touch but you were always so careful. He chuckled, you raised a brow confused and he simply shook his head that it was nothing. “Even if I had found someone or went to a center, it’s not like I could drop everything for nine months.”
“You can barely sit still for nine minutes let alone nine months.” you teased.
He laughed, you had him there. “I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. And after my injury..” Toshinori’s expression fell, his gaze focused on his stomach. “After that I–I was told I couldn’t have pups, and if for some miraculous chance I did get pregnant.. It would without a doubt lead to complications. For the pup, and myself.”
You had suspicions that with his condition something like that might’ve been the case, with how skin and bone the man was there would be difficulty putting on the needed weight to safely carry even if there weren't complications. The only immediate issues that came to mind were lack of nutrition and Toshinori’s overall health–sure he was healthy, but he wasn’t healthy.
The two of you sat in silence, Toshinori grieving–even if you didn’t know he was, and you ran over a few questions in your head and the scenarios that might result from it. The omega was pulled from his grieving when your smaller hands tried to take in both of his, a tickle of a chuckle in his throat at the size difference.
“Have you ever wanted pups? Or better yet, do you still want pups?” Your tone was serious, much more serious than he was accustomed to. For some reason he expected to see a smile or grin at the question, you were prone to teasing him to see his reactions. But there wasn’t one, it was almost unnerving to see such a serious, hard focused expression.
Did he want pups in the past? Absolutely! The question was did he still want them? If he had pups now at least he had the time, he had the money and connections to keep them out of the media. But he was older now, no spring chicken to keep up with the hustle of a pup, even if he did work teaching a bunch of energetic high schoolers.
“I–I suppose so.” when you didn’t say anything he looked away nervously. “Not that I can, but if I had the opportunity.. Yes.” he looked back at you. “I would still want pups.”
You continued to stare hard at him, making sure that his body language confirmed he was being honest. A look of discomfort fell over him the longer you continued to just gawk at him. It was now or nothing you supposed. Your grip tightened to his hands, drawing his attention back to you.
“If this relationship continues strong, and we’re serious about this..” he swallowed nervously. “I would a hundred percent be down for the idea of carrying for you.”
“Cah–carrying?”
“Pups, however many you want. However much my body can carry.” A hand rested on Toshinori’s cheek, he hadn’t even realized he was crying until both of your thumbs came swiping the corners of his eyes. “I love you Toshinori, and when the time comes. I would love the idea of having a family with you. It’ll be interesting, being an alpha and carrying, but I’m more than willing to do this for you.” you shook your head, that wasn’t right. “For us.”
Toshinori cried harder. He cried at your love, at the thought of having a proper family, at how adamant you seemed to carry for him. It had only been months of dating but it felt so much longer, and you were already thinking about a future? With him?
The omega had cried himself to sleep in your arms that night, happy tears you had to remind yourself. When morning came you’d try and bring it up again, hopefully with less tears. If he was in agreement, you could see a doctor in advance to make sure you would be healthy enough, and look into how the two of you wanted to approach it. Whether it be using a donor, or if he wanted it to biologically be his.
Regardless of how the two of you went about it, you would carry as many pups as he asked, to give him the big family he’d secretly always craved for.