I filled out my paperwork to release myself from the hospital and, as I left, I sent a short message to my mother letting her know that I was released and heading back to Toshinori's house. I knew that if I had sent the message to my father, all Hell would have broken loose, considering my father only knew Toshinori as the 'fucking bastard.'

Either way, the message was sent, and off I went to head home, Toshinori at my side, escorting me the entire way, walking of course. I think he knew that if he carried me bridal style through the air that I would scream, kick, thrash, and cry, none of which would help my current condition. On top of that, it meant he would need to carry me and my oxygen tank, and while the weight was most likely nothing to him, it wouldn't be a secure departure to home. Walking was preferred.

We kept our distance from each other as to not draw any suspicion from others about the relationship between us. I carried my stuff, struggled with my oxygen tank carrier, and wore my lavender beanie on my head, my dirty blonde hair encompassing my face more closely. Toshinori was somewhat at my side, but he walked a pace away, fully aware that even if his hair was down and he was dressed in his civilian clothes, it was incredibly easy to identify him. He was an Adonis of a man.

People did approach him, asking for pictures, his autograph, anything their brains could come up with. They were star-struck by the upcoming Pro-Hero. He was really making a name for himself. In those moments, where everyone was around him, I would pause a moment, watch him…see the light radiating from him. He was like the Sun. Bright, strong, powerful. His hero smile plastered to his face, that booming, obnoxious hero voice coming from his lips. People loved him.

I glanced down at my hands and then over at my oxygen tank, the cannula coming up to connect to me. I was a wilting flower. No matter how much the Sun shown on me, I would not bloom. Not after I had been crushed. I left him there. He was busy with his fans, so I took it upon myself to continue heading home.

There was some struggling involved. I had a moment where I couldn't get my oxygen tank up a curb, but someone passed by and gave me some assistance with it. Afterwards, I saw the house, and went inside. Once inside, I felt rather at home, but also rather strange. I hadn't been here in a while, not since the coughing fit where I sputtered up blood. Now I was back. It was dark, not as inviting as I would have hoped, but I had left Toshinori behind with his fans.

I shrugged, heading inside, going over to the bedroom, oxygen tank clanging as it follows behind me. I fell face first into the plush bed and breathed deeply. It smelt of Toshinori. It was good to know that occasionally he was coming home to sleep. I closed my eyes, letting the soft sheets of the bed envelope me in a plush comfort. A short-lived plush comfort. As I relaxed, face in the bed I heard a shout from the door. "Ayano?! Sweetheart?! Are you here?!" Loud, heavy footfalls came rushing towards the bedroom, I pushed myself up from the bed, facing the headboard as I heard Toshinori panting behind me. "Ayano! Thank God! I was worried when you disappeared!"

I was preparing to turn myself to face him, but Toshinori had already rushed over to me, wrapping those strong arms around my middle and resting his head against my right shoulder. I tense for a moment at the sudden feeling, but relaxed before calming him. "I didn't want to bother you Babe. You looked to be working. Lots of fans wanting to talk to the great All Might. Lots of girls wanting your autograph on their breasts."

I could feel his face heating up through my shirt as his arms pulled me closer. "No woman was asking me for that Ayano. I would decline even if they did. I'm sorry you felt the need to go ahead of me. I should have refused and continued to walk with you so I could help you with your oxygen tank. I'm so sorry Sweetheart. I won't let such things happen again. I'm your boyfriend I should do a better job at –"

I cut him off but placing one of my left hand over one of his arms that was wrapped around my mid-section. "Toshi, Babe, you're babbling again. I'm fine, really."

He continued to hug me to him before relaxing his iron grip on my body and lifting his head from my shoulder. I felt a pair of lips meet the back of my neck. It was a quick movement and it sent a shudder down my spine. I tried my best to conceal the electric current he had just sent through my body with his kiss, and to my amazement, it worked. After the kiss to the nape of my neck, Toshinori was away from my body once more. "I'll go make you some dinner, do you want to take a nap, or do you want to go pick out a movie to watch?"

I didn't really have the energy to get up now that I had fallen on the bed, but I didn't really want to disappoint him. He hadn't spent real time with me since I was in the hospital. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was jittery. "I'll go pick out a movie." I gave an awkward cough as I adjusted myself to be properly facing him. A pulse of air was sent into my nostrils as I stood up. Toshinori held out his large, bandaged hand to assist me, but I refused the assistance, choosing to get up on my own.

Once I was standing, he took hold of my oxygen tank and lifted it as though it weighed absolutely nothing. I stared in amazement and I couldn't help my devious nature as it bubbled forth. "You know Babe, chivalrous, strong behavior like that usually gets men laid."

He faltered. I could see it when the oxygen tank moved suddenly and then was still once more. I had caught him. He gave a forced, awkward throat clearing cough before he spoke. "I-I-I'm not t-trying to g-get laid…"

I gave a smirk as I carefully moved over to him placing a hand on his hulking chest. "Really now?"

The gorgeous blue of his eyes was made more visible by the deep red blush on his face as he focused his gaze down at me. "I d-d-don't need to t-try. I-I already h-have you a-and I-I have confidence that I-I could t-take you t-to bed w-without c-carrying an oxygen tank…i-i-if I a-asked…"

I was baffled. Toshinori…just told me that he has confidence that he can have sex with me without having to carry my oxygen tank. Better yet! Toshinori just admitted without admitting that he thinks about having sex with me! I could feel the embarrassment rising in my cheeks as I stared into his passionate, caring blue eyes. I gave a swift cough before looking away, removing my hand from his chest and gingerly making my way past him, ensuring not to go too far. "Bold…" it was a simple statement, but after I had said it, I gave a short mumble, "I-If I had the energy…I-I'd let you…"

I started walking to the living room after that, my right hand ghosting the wall to give me a sense of stability. I felt weak. I felt tired, but I didn't want to disappoint him. To be honest, I wasn't even really hungry, but I could tell him. He had such wonder and excitement about preparing a welcome home meal for me, that I couldn't reject him.

Toshinori followed behind me with ease. He made sure to stick close so that I would not be separated from my oxygen tank and cannula. He truly was careful and treated me as a delicacy. Once in the living room, he allowed me to sit first before he set the tank down. "Pick whatever movie you want Ayano. This is your welcome home night."

I smiled at him with gentility. He gave a genuine, non-hero smile back. The smile I loved the most. With that smile, I nearly reached out to grab him and pull him down into a kiss, but I was filled with hesitation as I lifted my arm and saw how weak they looked. I immediately lowered them. Toshinori gave me a confused expression before I simply smiled again and he kissed the top of my head leaving to go to the kitchen and prepare dinner.

I say next to the movie rack, where I was supposed to be picking out a movie, but was instead staring down at my slender hands and arms. I looked smaller than before. I wonder if he noticed. I really was a wilting flower, and as much as his sunlight shown upon me, I don't think it could save me. I wanted it to, but I needed to accept that soon…the sun would leave me…having given up on this flower.

No! I thrashed my head from side to side, nearly knocking my cannula out. No! I wouldn't accept such a fate. Toshinori wasn't that superficial. All Might maybe, but even then, All Might had great kindness and caring in his heart, and was just a persona of Toshinori. It wasn't the real him. I just need to focus on the real him, the real man. I bit my lip as these thoughts swirled in my head. I did my best to gain control over them, going so far as to glance over at the kitchen, pining to listen to the sounds of him cooking.

I could hear him in there, cooking away, humming some nonsensical song to himself. He was in a good mood. Was he like this while I was in the hospital? Why was he so happy? Was it because I was back? Because people were starting to take notice of him as All Might? I kept falling back to that Pro-Hero persona of his. I needed to stop. I whipped my head back to the movie rack I was sitting near, skimming the titles. I needed to pick out a movie. Something sweet, something to take my mind off my Sunlight. Anything to stop myself from acknowledging that I…was a lost cause.