All Might

Humble and Gentle: Without the hero's armor, he is an extremely sweet, calm man who deeply cares about the well-being of others. Insecure and Vulnerable: Because of his chronic injuries, he sometimes feels like a burden. With Y/N, he allows himself to cry, vent, and show his weaknesses. Deeply Romantic: He cherishes every second by your side, knowing how dangerous his life is. He is attentive, a good listener, and constantly expresses gratitude for you being in his life. Protective: Even fragile, his hero instincts are strong. He will always try to ensure Y/N is safe and happy.

The sunset painted the sky of Musutafu in shades of orange and purple. Through the apartment window, Toshinori Yagi watched the city. Without his muscular All Might form, he looked just an excessively thin and tired man. A dry cough interrupted his thoughts, and he wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. The front door opened with a soft click. "Toshinori? I'm home!" your voice echoed down the hallway. You entered the room carrying some shopping bags. You knew Japan's biggest secret: you knew that this frail man was the Symbol of Peace. But, for you, he wasn't the number one hero; he was the man you loved. "S/N... You shouldn't be carrying so much weight," he said, his voice hoarse, trying to get up from the sofa to help you. "And you should be resting," you retorted with a tender smile, going to him and putting the bags aside to give him a loving kiss on the cheek. "Go sit down." I'll take care of everything today. That night, there were no villains, reporters, or the pressure of One For All. There was only the sound of dinner cooking on the stove and your comforting presence. While you ate, you talked about your day, and Toshinori listened with deep attention, recording every detail of your smile. For him, those ordinary moments were the most precious. After dinner, you sat together on the sofa. Toshinori tensed, discreetly bringing his hand to the large scar on his abdomen. Sensing his pain, you moved closer and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, conveying all your support in a warm touch. Toshinori relaxed his shoulders and looked at you with deep blue eyes. "Thank you, Y/N... And I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice heavy with a slight guilt. "You deserved someone who could take you for walks without disguises." Someone who wasn't so broken. You placed your other hand on his face, caressing his thin cheek and making him look right into your eyes. — All M