Soft.


"Toshi!"

It took both Midnight and Mic all their strength to stop you from breaking the infirmary to find him. You were finally let in after two other visitors had left. He was laying in bed, feet hanging over the rail since he was too tall. When you saw him, you breathed a sigh of relief. Aside from his arm sitting in a sling, he seemed to be alright.

"I had to see for myself you were okay."

"I've worried everyone." He looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry to say I can't be All Might anymore." Your hand shot out to pull his head toward yours. You bumped his forehead with your own rather roughly, his sunken eyes widening in surprise.

"Don't be dumb. All you need to be is Toshinori." For a few moments the two of you sat together, your mind wondering what you would have done if he died. He had become a dear friend in such a short time. Not as the hero All Might, but just him. Letting him fall back you gave him a stern look. "There are some things that only you can do, you know?" He looked at you curiously.

"Take care of your reckless kid."

"...I know I've been slacking." He slid his phone off the bedside table. "It's something I plan on fixing." He paused for a moment, a small blush on his pale cheeks. "Did you call Midoriya my child?"

"Is he not?" You smiled at his flustered actions, talking to him about anything that came to mind for a few more hours. Just like old times.

xXx

It was a new day and you and Present Mic were waiting on Aizawa. He was designated to do home visits for class 1A along with Toshinori, who was on his way to pick up their car. The plan was to make sure he looked professional enough that the parents might go along with the school's dorm room proposition. Your fingers drummed the table as you waited for him to finish changing. Mic was humming to himself, content as always. He didn't notice your unease. It was still somewhat awkward for you to be around Aizawa, a fact that you hated. You felt like you were ruining your friendship, and you really missed spending your off time in his company. It would take a while, but you already decided to push your interest out of mind; he didn't seem the type for romance, anyway.

"YEAH. Looking sharp!" Mic loudly approved of Aizawa's look as he stepped out into view. It was the second time you've seen him dressed up, and you had to agree with Mic. He pulled off a suit well. You allowed yourself an internal blush. You couldn't expect to drop your feelings just like that.

Reaching up toward his locks, you give them a tap.

"Your hair leaves something to be desired though." He had slicked it back again, giving off an office man vibe. It was the only thing that looked... off. During the interview he sported the same style.

"I can fix it for you." Mic gave you a pat on the back and excused himself with a smile. Gathering some supplies nearby, you motion for Aizawa to sit and wait. You made your way behind him and began your work. He sighed softly when your hands ran through his hair. "Be a good friend." You took a deep breath, focusing on thoughts of the lovely platonic friendship you already had with him.

"Are you afraid to face them?" Your voice was quiet, matching the slow strokes of the brush. "The parents, I mean." He had a variety of tangles to get through. You smiled to yourself, imagining he probably just wet his hair and pushed it out of the way. It was low-effort enough for him to do. Working slowly you removed each knot, taking care to not cause any pain.

"Not afraid. But I'm worried they'll say no." You ran your hand through once more to make sure it was smooth. Another sigh. You weren't sure if it was from the stress he was under or if he liked the feeling of someone playing with his hair. You shook the thought away. "Those kids have the potential to be great heroes."

"I know", you told him. Watching them fight during the exam was amazing. Now free of tangles, you twisted the hair band from your wrist and pulled half of his locks into a loose bun. Finished, you tipped his head back so you could face him. "You're a good person, Shouta. A good hero; a good teacher..." You hoped he didn't mind so much you called him by his first name. It had rolled off your tongue easily, like it wasn't the first time you've said it. "It will be fine."

You could hear his soft breathing while he looked up at you, eyes not wavering from yours. A serious look. Maybe he didn't need your concern, and was angry? It was always you who needed comfort, even when he was the one in trouble. Like back at the camp. You just wanted to return the favor for once and actually be a good friend to him. His eyes were still on yours, and you were strangely aware of his clean laundry scent. For a moment you faltered, worried you had offended him. "Did I say something wrong?"

With a tenderness he reached up to kiss you.

It was soft, so light you weren't completely sure he had done it. His lips were a whisper on yours, and after a brief pause he gave you another one just like it. It was unexpected, and unlike how you would have thought him to kiss. You let out a faint sigh of pleasure. At the sound he shifted positions and his kiss became more intense, more needed. A deep growl escaped from his throat and you felt a shiver of heat run up your body. Both of his hands were in your hair now, pulling you closer. The faint thought of not messing up your work passed through your mind, and your own hands grasped weakly at the fabric of his button down. He grazed your lips and nipped at them until you lost breath; he took complete control. He kissed the way he battled. One step ahead at every moment, and never letting up until he won. You felt lightheaded. His pace slowed before giving you one last unbearably light kiss and breaking free. Only the sound of your heavy breathing gave away that anything had happened. He left quickly without a word. It wouldn't be until later that he would notice he forgot his suit jacket.

Every part of your body burned hotly. Your face where he touched you, your lips where he kissed you. Your hands felt strangely empty now that they weren't pressed into his shoulders. Thoughts of friendship and romance blurred together. What just happened? You could only form one coherent thought:

"fuck."


This was absolutely embarrassing to write.

I will be putting up side stories once a week, probably on Sundays. Still open to suggestions, but I got some lovely ideas from user Bubin.

They will be set in between the main story, sort of like the silly stuff you didn't get to see.

Until then I'll be racking my brain and waiting for BNHA to come out!

Tell me what you think, and thanks for reading.