Chapter 4: But We Lost It.

A/N: At first I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this story since someone left a comment about being annoyed at seeing my stories. But then I read a note in the first volume of My Hero Academia about how Horikoshi-sensei's editors and manga buddies didn't like how he designed All Might, but the criticism only fueled his passion for drawing All Might the way he is.

So to Just Some Random who left the comment: you are more than entitled to your own opinion just as I am entitled to write stories.

Besides if I stop writing because of one comment, it would be unfair to the other people who have favorited and followed this story. You guys are the best!

Bold means someone is speaking in English. Bold Italics means someone is speaking in Gaelic.

You arrive at Skywalker Park thirty minutes early so that Ichigo can play. You sit on a bench and watch your son as he runs off to swing on the swing set. You smile as a little girl asks him to push her on one of the swings and he does so with a light blush on his face.

As you continue to watch your son play with, hopefully, his new friend, your mind begins to wonder back to your school days and all the time you spent with Toshinori. Absentmindedly, you begin to hum to yourself and then your humming turns into soft singing:

"They say everything is temporary,

Who the hell are they anyways

I wanna know where does love go to die?

Is it some sad empty castle in the sky?

Did we just shoot too high and spoil like wine?

You walked by and it's like our bodies never touch

No love, you hold me close, but I don't feel much

I cry, maybe time isn't on our side

We had a thing but we lost it

One more go, I kinda thought if we took it slow

It might be easier for us, yeah for us to know

I know we never been quite here before

I wish I knew it when we lost it.

There's a stranger, he's lying in my bed

Kinda blank like the thoughts living in my head

This is the one that I felt I knew so well

I think we had it, but we lost it

Still the girl that you chased all around the world

I haven't changed, just replaced all the chains with pearls

I want the same things we did back then

I know we had it, but we lost it."

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulls you out of your deep thoughts and you look up to see a man standing beside the bench you're sitting on. He's tall, over 7 feet at least, and extremely skinny, looking almost like a walking skeleton. The clothes he's wearing are three times his size and hang loosely around his body. His face is very angular and sunken in so much that his cheek bones stick out prominently. There are heavy bags under his eyes which are also sunken in his skull. The sclera of his eyes are black and his irises are a beautiful bright blue, just like Toshinori's eyes. His hair is wild and a beautiful bright yellow in color with two long bangs hanging down on both sides of his face. Just like Toshinori's when you were both in school. Your heart begins to beat wildly in your chest and your breath catches in your throat as you recognize that this manIS your best friend and first love, Toshinori Yagi. "Hello, (F/N). It's...it's been a while."

"Toshinori," you say barely above a whisper. You clear your throat, "Yes...yes, it has. Please have a seat."

Toshinori sits down beside you on the bench, "Y...you recognize me?"

You nod, "Yeah. Your hair and eyes were a dead giveaway."

He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and nervously wrings his hands together in front of him. "I suppose you're wondering why I look like this?"

You nod, "Very much so."

He sighs and lifts the left side of his white shirt exposing a huge, ugly red scar on the left side of his chest. The scar slightly concaves his chest and stomach and you notice that his left nipple is gone. "I got this in a fight with a villain called All For One five years ago. He's the one that killed Nana."

You place one of your hands over his knee in an gesture of comfort. "I'm so sorry, Toshi. I know how much she meant to you."

He lowers his shirt and then, hesitatingly, he places his hand over yours. "It's okay. Anyway, my respiratory system is in shambles and my stomach was totally scooped out. I've wasted away from all the constant surgeries and their complications and I've been limited to a maximum of three hours of heroics every day."

You nod and look at him with empathy, "I know what it's like to suffer a major, life altering injury." You move your hand out from under his then roll up both of your pants legs to reveal your horribly scarred calves and shins. You hear Toshinori take a sharp intake of air. "About six years ago, I encountered a villain named Doomsday. I was left with two broken legs along with a broken right arm. My left arm was forcibly ripped from its socket and nearly torn from my body. Four of my ribs were broken and my left lung had collapsed. I had hairline fractures on my skull and several of my vertebrae. I came within an inch of dying. Luckily, I had some of the best healing quirk users in the world helping to heal me. It took over a year for me to recover and even now there's still a chance that I can be paralyzed if I take a powerful blow to my back."

Toshinori is looking at you in horror, "Damn...And you still managed to stop that train today."

You close your eyes and sigh, "Only just barely. I had to resort to drastic measures. You and I both know that I could have easily stopped that train without damaging it when I was younger. I'm...not the hero that I used to be."

Toshinori hums, "Neither am I." A very heavy and awkard silence falls between the two of you. Finally, Toshinori breaks it by asking, "Why did you leave without saying anything to me? I thought...I thought that All For One had killed you too."

You open your eyes and look at him. His expression is one of hurt and confusion. You sigh and run one of your hands through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "Toshinori..." you swallow the lump in your throat. "I left all those years ago because...I was young...and I just...had my heart...broken."

Toshinori looks confused, "I...didn't know you were seeing someone back then."

"I wasn't." You look into Toshinori's eyes, "Toshinori...I...my heart was broken...because...you," you clasp your hands together and look away from him, "you had started dating Crystal."

Toshinori furrows his eyebrows, "Who?"

"Crystal...she was the blonde hero who could create gemstones and control minerals in the ground. When I saw you ask her out it broke my heart, so I moved to Ireland."

"I had completely forgotten about her. We only went on that one date." You see Toshinori carefully observing you, "But why would that leave you heartbroken?"

You look up into his eyes again, your (e/c) eyes meeting his beautiful, bright blue eyes. You become very nervous, your heart hammering erratically in your chest and your hands start to tremble. "Because...I was...in love with you, Toshinori. I've been in...love with you since we were in UA."

His eyes widen and he takes in another sharp intake of air. His heart is racing and he can't believe what he just heard. "(F/N)...I..."

"Momma!" A voice suddenly shouts and your son comes running up to you. You instantly turn your attention to Ichigo. "You look sad, momma, so I got you this pretty flower." He holds out a small white flower.

"Thank you, my little ray of sunshine." You smile at him and take the flower, putting it in your hair.

Toshinori is utterly shocked, "M...momma...? Is...(F/N)...is...this little boy...yours? You...have a...child?"

You look over at Toshinori, "Yes. Toshinori meet my son, Ichigo. Ichigo, this is one of mommy's friends, Yagi Toshinori. Say hello to Yagi-san." Ichigo immediately tries to hide from the man, "Ichigo, don't be rude."

Toshinori's heart seems to shatter in his chest. 'She has a child? Does that mean that she's married? Is she in love with another man now?' Toshinori thinks to himself while putting a hand over his aching heart. He shakes himself out of his shock and waves his hand dismissively. "It's okay, (F/N). I can understand how intimidating this all must be for him being in a new country and all. Then there's my appearance...He must be terrified of how I look."

You can see the sadness and self loathing in Toshinori's eyes. "You speak English, mister?"

Toshinori nods his head at Ichigo, "Yes. I traveled across America years ago. It's nice to meet you, Ichigo-san. How old are you?" He slowly holds out one of his large hands for Ichigo to shake if he wants.

Your son looks at you and you nod your head to reassure him that it's okay before he timidly places his much smaller hand in Toshinori's. "I'm almost 5. It's nice to meet you too, Yagi-san. And I...like the way you look, mister. Your hair reminds me of an Arcanine's mane."

Toshinori's brow rises, "What's an Arcanine?"

You chuckle, "Oh, here we go. Now you've done it."

Ichigo's face lights up, "Arcanine is this really cool fire doggie Pokémon. It's as big as an adult and usually it's fur is orange, but shiny ones are yellow like your hair, mister. Arcanines are known for their bravery and fierce loyalty. They can also move so fast that they become just a blur." Talking about Pokemon and All Might never fails to break Ichigo out of his shyness. At some point, Ichigo's shyness completely disappears and he's now sitting on the bench between you and Toshinori telling the man all about his favorite Pokemon.

You chuckle at the look of amusement on Toshinori's face as Ichigo goes on and on about Arcanine, which leads him to start talking about Growlithe and then to other Pokemon. "Ichigo is really into Pokemon right now...as you can clearly see."

Toshinori chuckles, "Clearly."

You chuckle and whisper to Toshinori, "Watch this." You then say to Ichigo, "Li'l Strawberry, why don't you tell Yagi-san all about All Might?"

The little boy's face beams in happiness, "All Might's the greatest hero ever! Even greater than momma and she's really great! He's super strong and super fast and he never backs down from a fight! And when he saves people he always does so with a big smile on his face! I want to be just like All Might when I grow up!" He leans forward and whispers, or at least what he thinks is whispering, "Or like daddy, but momma doesn't like it when I say I wanna be like daddy."

Toshinori's brows raise, "Why not? I think it's wonderful that you want to be like your father."

"It's because daddy is..."

"Ichigo! That's enough! Not another word about your father!" You scold your son and see Toshinori look at you in confusion, obviously not understanding what you just said to Ichigo.

Ichigo turns around to face you. He looks down bashfully, "Sorry, momma. I forgot that I'm not suppose to say anything about daddy in public."

You sigh and hug Ichigo, "It's okay, Ichigo. Just try to remember next time."

Toshinori is looking between the two of you in confusion, "What's going on, (F/N)?"

You look around and see that the sun is starting to set, "I can't tell you about Ichigo's father; not here, not now."

Toshinori frowns, "Why?"

You look away from him, "Because I don't want you to hate me."

Toshinori's frown deepens and he grabs your right hand with his left. "Why would you think that? I could never hate you, (F/N)."

Ichigo is looking back and forth between you and Toshinori, only understanding part of what you're saying. Suddenly, his little tummy let's out a loud grumble causing you and Toshinori to look at him. "My tummy used Roar. It was super effective!"

You laugh loudly, but Toshinori doesn't get the reference and just looks confused. "Well then, we better get home and fill the future number 1 hero's tummy." Toshinori looks extremely sad and lonely, "Would you like to join us, Toshinori? I'm afraid it won't be anything fancy...just some ramen."

"Yay! Ramen!" Ichigo cheers causing a small smile to appear on your face.

Toshinori shakes his head, "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you or your husband."

You laugh, "I'm not married. Never have been. I don't even have a boyfriend."

Toshinori's heart begins to race with newfound hope, "But what about Ichigo's father?"

"He's currently in Ireland." You switch to speaking in Japanese, "I...uh...only spent a few nights with Ichigo's father. Nine months later, I gave birth to Ichigo. But we can talk more about this later, after Ichigo goes to bed. We can also continue our conversation from earlier as well. I know you must have many more questions." You stand up and Ichigo slides off the bench to his feet.

Toshinori stands up as well, "I do."

You nod, "Then let's go."