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4 years ago

After the Breakup (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Welp, I was going to write for more people but when I started for these two babes-for-characters I guess I just couldn’t stop🤷‍♀️. Not quite sure how these headcanons turned out but hey, hope you like ‘em! (Btw they get a lil saucy, but I’m just in that mood so y’all are just gonna have to accept them for what they are🤷‍♀️)

Word count: 2120

Bakugou Katsuki:

Wants to ignore you

Definitely the type to fold his arms and turn away when you enter a room or scoff when you talk to another guy

But when you walk away the guy is being given a glare that could put him six feet under

Acts cold to you--not exactly like how he did before he was interested in you, like how he calls everyone “extras,” but more so like he just sneers at you for no reason and rolls his eyes everytime you speak

Lil pomeranian boi just misses you really badly

But he hates the idea that you have that much power over him that you could draw him back to your side in a matter of seconds. It frustrates him how much he wants you back

At one point he’s tired of having nightmares of you leaving night after night--especially now that he doesn’t have you to comfort him after waking up in a cold sweat.

So he’ll climb out of bed and stomp over to your door

And proceed to stare at it for about twenty minutes with his mind and heart running marathons

What does he say?

What does he do?

Would you be mad? Sad? Disappointed?

Or… would you even care that he was still in love with you?

It all becomes too much, and soon enough he just has to know

So he raises a fist to pound on your door loud enough to wake the entire floor

And the door opens before he even makes contact.

“Katsuki?”

“YN.” Surprisingly, Bakugou feels all too calm at this moment, like he knows exactly what to say.

“What are you doing here?”

A muscle in Bakugou’s chin twitches as he struggles to find the exact words. He wanted to make his point but he also didn’t want you to slam the door in his face. “I… Look. You told me that we should both move on and that I should get over you.”

“Katsuki-”

“But here’s the thing, YN,” when he takes a step forward, you take a step back and he physically flinches at the movement, “I don’t want to.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to get over us and move on to other people. I don’t want to see you with other guys when I know I could make you happier. That I have made you happier.”

“Katsuki,” your face softens, “you don’t have to-”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do, YN. I’m not letting you go, understood? Try to move on all you want, I’m not going to let you. I’ll scare off any man you even talk to if I have to-”

Two hands piled over his mouth shut him up instantly and you lean past Bakugou to glance both ways down the hall before yanking him inside your room.

As soon as the door’s shut, you turn to him and shake your head with the smallest little smile.

“Katsuki, you dumbass. I was just going to leave my room to give you the same lecture.”

“Huh?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” you cup his cheek, reveling in the foreign look of shock on the blond’s face, “so no need for anymore threats on guys I may or may not go out with… unless you’re really willing to go after yourself that badly.”

Relief floods through Bakugou’s body, warming him up with the thoughts that he didn’t need to worry about truly losing you at all--as it turns out, you agreed you were his just as much as he did.

“So… we’re back together?”

“Yep, unless…”

Oh shit

“Unless what?” Bakugou froze under your touch and reached a hand up to secure your palm against his cheek. “What is it?”

It almost pissed him off that you were able to laugh so freely while he was in an obvious state of panic.

“Well, I was gonna suggest break-up sex but judging by just how badly you want to get back together, it seems like that’s off the table.”

Oh. Oh you damned little thing.

Such a fucking tease.

“Nah,” Bakugou shook his head and before you knew it, you were being forced down onto your bed, wrists locked tightly above you. “You’ve got the right idea. Break-up sex tonight, and tomorrow we can make up all day long.”

Kirishima Eijirou:

On the surface, Kirishima is the same old manly man everyone knows him to be

But his eyes no longer have that same glint

And that smile just always seems seconds away from faltering

His red hair seems less spiky than usual, and those bags under his eyes are just the biggest tell

Kirishima is broken.

He’s not grinning and holding your hand as he walks into class anymore, escorting you to your seat with a perhaps almost overdone kiss. Instead, he almost slumps to his own seat, avoiding eye contact with as many people as possible.

But the instant you step into the classroom, you feel it.

You sit in the front row, giving him plenty of freedom to watch you for the entire day.

Kirishima thinks it’s natural, it’s harmless. He’s just trying to get over an ex--everyone knows how hard that is.

But he’s just making things worse. He tortures himself by constantly standing to attention anytime you speak. Or anytime your name is mentioned. Or anytime someone who remotely looks like you walks by him.

No, he’s not doing great at this “moving on” thing, and he knows that.

But part of it’s because he just can’t believe that you’re not struggling to do it either.

Kirishima knows none of those kisses and “I love yous” were lies. He knows you meant every single hug and smile you ever gave him. Every time you said you cared about him, he could see in your eyes that you meant it wholeheartedly.

So maybe you could see how he wondered why loving you was suddenly so painful.

Because now you were broken up and all this love he had to give you had nowhere to go and nowhere to be. It was like the love he had for you was useless.

Kirishima hated those words, that thought. That being in love with you for all those months was useless, and that it just needed to be flushed away.

All those plans he had of being with you, becoming superheroes at one another’s side and raising a family together. Planning ahead so far to even name the bridesmaids and groomsmen of your wedding and the names of your children.

The future house and the rooms of that house, how many there would be and what kinds they were. You needed a library, one he was all too ready to build for you and he wanted a mancave you would surely supply with snacks.

All of that was useless.

But Kirishima didn’t want to think so. So he came up with a plan.

And when you walked into class the next day, Kirishima sat in your assigned seat, and you knew you smelled mischief.

“Eijirou… whatcha doin’?”

When Kirishima raised his eyes to yours, the corner of his mouth turned up just an inch.

“Sitting.”

You purse your lips. “I see that. But you know you could do the same exact thing in your own seat, right?”

The conversation wasn’t exactly a spectacle--the only other people in the room were in the back of the class talking amongst themselves distractedly. No one would bother to interfere.

“Well, YN,” Kirishima leaned back, “I kinda want to trade places for a day. I wanna sit in your seat and act all nonchalant, pretending like I actually wanted us to break up-”

You could hear his voice growing choked up and moved to stop him. “Eijirou-”

“-and you can sit in my seat and do as I do. Remember how happy we were and how much you said you loved me. And how I broke up with you anyway.”

It was cold, like the room had suddenly dropped a few degrees. The boy everyone thought didn’t have a single mean bone in his body seemed to flip a switch in himself, turning emotionless in the blink of an eye.

For him to act like you never loved him almost hurt as much as when you broke up with him. In all honesty, you thought it was for the best at the time. You felt it would help both of you focus on your studies so that you could become better heroes than anything.

You thought that’s what Kirishima wanted, and that you were doing what was best for him. But you were wrong.

It seemed all he really wanted was you--being a hero had moved to second.

“Eijirou…”

So the question was did you want him just as badly?

“YN…”

Becoming a hero was the entire reason you came to this school, and was also the reason you broke off one of the best relationships you’d ever had. You’d thought you were making things better.

But had it really helped anything?

“Eijirou, I…”

Your grades had actually dropped. Terribly. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually got quality sleep.

And judging by Kirishima’s dark circles, he was suffering the same side effects.

These weren’t the symptoms of withdrawal--they were just the signs of a mistake.

So as you looked into Kirishima’s eyes, hard enough to see past all the barriers he had put up, you could see the same questions you kept asking yourself.

Why did I ever think this was worth it? Why did I ever think this would help me be happy?

The answer was it didn’t.

And trial and error was a pain in the ass.

“Eijirou, I’m sorry.” Your brows drew together in regret as you lowered your gaze, reaching over to grab the hand Kirishima had tensed on the desktop. “Maybe… no. Breaking up was definitely a mistake, and I wasn’t even thinking of the shit I was going to put both of us through by doing that. I’m sorry.”

But just as his mouth opened to respond, the bell rang and twenty other students flooded in in a mad dash to get to their seats.

Before you moved to claim Kirishima’s seat as your own, you made a split second decision that you hoped could display even a little of what you were thinking.

Kirishima froze at the kiss, his eyes going wide as you tilted his chin up to give yourself access. His lips were soft, just as you’d dreamt about for the last five nights, and tasted like that damned chapstick he always wore.

And when you pulled away, he tried to reach out to stop you but you stepped away from his desperate hands, instead navigating your way back to his desk.

Kirishima was frantic, spinning in your seat to get a look at your blushing face while his own mouth stayed open enough to catch a couple flies. The second your lips quirked up into a smirk, he almost jerked back with whiplash.

Fucking hell, she did not just-

“Okay class,” Aizawa slumped into the classroom with his usual cheerfulness. “I want you to take a look at-wait.” The teacher paused for just a second to take note of Kirishima’s back facing him and you just five seats away whistling and observing the ceiling with interest.

“YLN, Kirishima, get back to your original seats for God’s sake. There’s no time for this.”

All too ready, Kirishima rose from your chair and made his way towards you with eyes unsteady and hungry.

Tonight you would explain just what exactly you were thinking when you decided to break up with Kirishima out of the blue. I mean, you seriously almost gave him a heart attack.

Directly after school though…

Kirishima caught your arm as you moved to walk past him and threw you a look that would stick in your mind for the rest of class. Just as fast, he released you completely and dropped into his seat, eyes locked on your every move as you slid into your own.

Oh yeah. Directly after school, he was going to make you pay for the pain you put his mind through with your body.

The Mushroom Cloud (Shigaraki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Shigaraki promised to come back for you in that warehouse. Promised to save you, pinned under exploded debris that crushed your legs to nothingness. The ambush wasn’t supposed to happen, but neither was the explosion that occurred after. “Fine, you can come. But if your ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

A/N: Ouchie, this one’s gonna hurt y’all, just sayin’. As an author, I’m kinda required to want you to cry over this, so feel free to tell me if you do. As always, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2012

The mission wasn’t supposed to be easy. There were an enormous number of risks that came with it.

“YN!”

You had fought so hard to go with him, arguing every point and saying that you wanted to stay by his side. Impatience had won in the end, and in a fate-sealing way, your wish had been granted.

“Fine, you can come. But if you’re ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

It was only supposed to be a joke. A little jab at you to show just how much he really wished you hadn’t joined the mission.

They were blowing up a warehouse heroes used to hold supplies. First aid kits, medicine, anything else they would have needed in case the League of Villains had struck in a dangerous way. Decidedly, the group wasn’t too fond of the heroes possibly having an upper hand in the event of one of their attacks, so they struck.

“AHH!”

It was an ambush. Not even from heroes bound to a code to preserve all life, but from the country’s army. Soldiers trained to kill had flooded the enormous warehouse, firing at every moving target in their range until they had all fled.

You were one of the few they hit.

“YN!” Shigaraki cried out your name once more, pushing past fallen shelves and barely managing not to trip on the pill bottles they previously held. He followed your moans of pain, sprinting in the general direction of where they originated, along with where he had seen the flash of orange.

Fired bullets echoed through the hollow building, bouncing off the metal walls and filling his ears as he searched for you.

There. Trapped under a tipped forklift, you whined, banging against the machine with a hopeless desperation Shigaraki had never seen before. It drove a sliver of fear through his heart as he crashed to his knees beside you, barely holding back his own tears at the sight of your crushed legs.

The angle at which they were bent was so wrong. Your knees had caved in on themselves, curving in a direct opposite way of how they should. Blood pooled on the floor beneath your thighs, directly where shattered glass from the machinery’s windshield had impaled your flesh.

Your hands were shaking, covered in your own vital fluid as you let out strangled cries, pawing so desperately at the too-heavy weight.

“YN! YN, look at me!” Shigaraki’s hands were trembling just as much, each finger begging to scratch at his neck in a nervous twitch. It was like he didn’t know what to do with them; first, he hovered them over your legs, then the weight above them, then finally on your face as he directed it to his.

“It hurts,” you wailed, banging your head against the concrete floor below. Hot tears trailed down your face, and in the distance, the other villains tried to fend off the army soldiers.

There were just too many.

Shigaraki was at an age now where he knew when a battle had been lost. Everyone would have to flee and recover before the next attack on the heroes. But shit-- he had to get you out of here first.

“Shh,” he hushed, scrambling for more words. He didn’t want to feed you-- or himself-- lies. “It’s- you’re-” he choked on a sudden weight in his throat. Something like a snake coiled around his stomach, tightening and tightening until he couldn’t speak anymore.

In situations where Shigaraki lost his composure, you were always the one to take over for him. You were the one in your relationship that kept a level head, spoke with slow words, and always calmed him down.

So even though it hurt, fuck it hurt so much, you knew what you had to do.

“Tomura.” So much blood had drained from your body that when you lifted a hand, you almost flinched at how contrastingly pale it was compared to the liquid covering it. Nonetheless, you cupped his cheek, wiping away the small tear that had leaked out from under the hand. “You have to go-”

“NO!”

“Listen to me-”

“NO YN,” he shouted, voice just barely audible above the grenade explosions and gunshots. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”

“Tomura… you can find me later. You just need to get out of here now.”

He opened his mouth to protest once more, only to duck his head at the flying debris of a nearby blast.

“Just come back for me later! Get the others out now, and I’ll wait for you here.”

“YN…” A bitter taste of pure bile crawled up his throat at the sight of your mangled legs, but he knew better than to try. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t strong enough to lift the machine off you. Your solution was right; leave now, and come back later with someone stronger.

He hadn’t realized it then, but you already knew there wasn’t a later.

“Okay. But you better not do anything fucking stupid until I come back.” Anger flared in his stomach at his utter incapability of handling the situation. It disguised the hopelessness he felt, the despair in knowing he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor.

Heroes be damned. Shigaraki wanted to be your savior right now.

“Okay.” You mustered up the best smile you could, but it faltered with every unbearable twinge of your paralyzed legs. Even if you did make it out of this, somehow, you would never be able to walk again.

After pulling away the hand on his face, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was needy and frantic, a half-ditch effort to display your love for each other for what could be the last time.

When Shigaraki pulled away, he saw blind faith in your eyes, but read it entirely wrong.

He thought you trusted him to save you.

You believed he was strong enough to move on from losing you.

“Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”

“I’ll try not to.”

And with that, he rose one last time, gathering up his fallen hand and pressing it back to his face. Red pupils trailed up and down your body and its surroundings, memorizing the exact situation so he could find you later.

“League, retreat! Villains, fall back!”

At the call, his allies stopped their attacks. Flames stopped caressing fireproof soldiers. Knives, swords, and anything else flying at the heavily-guarded soldiers ceased in their movements, and suddenly the building flooded with stomping feet.

He was almost surprised that was all it took, until he realized that everyone else was just as desperate to escape this hellhole as he was.

The League would take this loss. But Shigaraki would never forget what it had cost him.

Navigating the large warehouse was easy; though it was almost the size of a miniature airport hangar, it was mostly clear aside from the occasional wooden box and metal shelf stocked with health supplies. Through the fingers splayed across his face, Shigaraki trailed after his fellow villains, following them as they fled through the nearest garage door and into the surrounding forest, darkened with the dead of night.

I can go back for her later.

I can’t save her now.

Later.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, scratching at his neck when he finally caught up with the others, all stopped at a tree so far from the warehouse that it was just barely visible through the thick brush.

Heavy panting combined with the natural hoots and calls of nature as everyone tried to catch their breath. Dabi slumped back against a tree, sliding to the ground and dropping his head back to let out a long groan. Toga followed suit, along with Twice and Spinner and before long, everybody was sitting in some way, dead tired from fighting on their feet for what felt like hours.

As the last left standing, Shigaraki knew he was catching curious glances from the others, but he was too anxious to sit. His eyes, puffy from having to leave you behind, shifted over every villain at his disposal. Which one would be strong enough to-

“Tomura.” Kurogiri, looking ever so restless in the shape of a constantly-fluttering, black cloud, eyed Shigaraki confusedly with his yellow gaze. “Where is YN?”

“I had to leave her behind. Now I need someone to go back with me to-”

He felt it before he heard it.

The force of the boom. The wave of pure heat against his back, propelling him forward a good step or two. Then the white noise.

Nothing could be heard. All he saw was the trees around him blowing wildly from the blast. If he could, he would have heard your scream. The explosion.

Pure horror encompassed his face as his eardrums pounded.

No.

NO GODDAMNIT!

Without a second thought, Shigaraki turned back toward the building, shouldering his way through bushes and weeds until he found it. Or what was left of it.

Of course, the warehouse was unusable now. It had been ravaged by the League of Villains, looted of all its purpose.

Of course they would dispose of it.

A ploom of ash and smoke floated up into the sky, almost drowning out the moon and stars.

The smell burned his nose. Charred metal and scorched earth, tainted with a hint of death.

“No,” he whispered, so meekly he barely noticed he’d even said it aloud.

The hand on his face falls to the grass with a dull thump.

He couldn’t stand it. His knees wiggled underneath him until they finally gave out, allowing him to pathetically crumple to the floor. His lips quivered, his fingers twitched, his chest ached all at the sight.

Nothing. There was nothing there. Ash rained from the sky, floating into Shigaraki’s hair as he slumped forward, slamming his palms against the blackened dirt. All that remained of its existence, of your existence, was a perfect circle of burnt ground.

“No.”

God, if he had looked closer into your eyes, he would have seen it. The despair. The utter hopelessness that came with knowing your fate. That came with knowing you were going to die, and nothing could stop it.

You had hid it with a smile, and sealed it with a kiss.

“No, YN.”

He slammed his hands against the ground, screaming and shouting with every pound.

“NO! FUCK! NO! I WAS COMING BACK FOR YOU! I WAS GOING TO SAVE YOU!”

That’s not what you wanted. What you really wanted was for Shigaraki to not share your fate. You had been trapped by it, unable to move and only to embrace. The last thing you ever desired was to drag the love of your life down with you.

His body convulses with each sob as he curls in on himself, pressing his face into the dirt and letting out his strangled howls of grief.

“God- fuck, I was going to save you, YN,” he nuzzles his face against the ground, wishing it was the skin of your shoulder he loved to kiss so much. “I promise. I was going to come back for you.”

Shigaraki hadn’t just lost you.

No; it was never that simple.

Everything he ever had, the future that was in his grasp-- all gone up in a cloud of smoke.

The promise ring you wore.

The smile on your face.

The child growing in your stomach.

He had truly lost everything.

Fractured: Yagi Toshinori x daughter!Reader (PART 1)

Summary: Based off of the Netflix movie ‘Fractured’, Toshinori Yagi and his daughter are sent to the hospital in need of intensive medical attention. With horrible head trauma, Toshinori is completely convinced of his daughter being in danger while residing in the hospital. Ready to put an end to that threat, he becomes the hero his daughter needs him to be, he won’t fail! PLUS ULTRA!

Warning(s): ANGST, ANGST, ANGST! Blood, Violence, father and daughter relationship, hospitals, etc.

I hope you guys think about watching the movie Fractured, it was actually pretty crazy but it was also emotionally captivating and inspired me to write this story, I hope you guys like it! I’ve been wanting to write another All Might x Daughter story for a while.

- - -

You fell. More accurately, you were pulled.

You were so close. So damn close that he felt your fingers scrape his, and that single moment would echo in his memory for the rest of his life.

The look on your face as you were yanked off of the side of the building, he’d never forget it for as long as he’d live, he’s never seen that look on your face before and it was terrifying. You reached out, your other arm caught in the chains of the villain that had ensnared you, your eyes were wide in panic and tearing from the brutal tug against your exhausted body. A final, desperate move of the defeated enemy; having fallen to his inevitable death on his own accord, he made one last attempt to secure even the smallest victory.

“I WON’T GO ALONE!” The Villain bellowed, pulling harshly downwards as he fell from the sky, his quirk igniting with life and materializing as it thickens and hardens around the almost invisible silver lining that was his ability. The thread that you hadn’t even noticed before suddenly weighs down on you heavily and before you know it you’re tumbling off the side of the building uncontrollably after him, a startled scream leaving you.

All Might and (H/N) had gotten the call of a pair of villains that had been causing trouble for the other heroes downtown, almost an hour ago. Just coming back from a mission that called for All Might to transform back to his frailer form, the mission having taken a few days and wasn’t kind to either of you. Exhausted and injured, the two heroes went anyway, hoping for a smooth arrest but was quickly greeted with an ambush from one of the villains that had known of their urgent message to arrive quickly. The battle had still turned in the heroes favor, All Might had been completely ready to let his guard down and breathe, all the while walking towards his daughter that looked ready to collapse herself. He was proud of her, he wanted to tell her that, embrace her as this fight was a hard one, he could see the pain on your face as you clutched your side but you still smiled at him, limping your way to him. But, then you looked down, a chain suddenly wrapped around your torso, it was so fast and you both had hardly registered what happened until it did.

All Might had never moved faster in his life, had never truly felt the pull of a muscle so intense as the one tightening around his heart. “(H/N)!” he calls out your hero name, diving after you as he misses his first swipe at your hand. The most scared he’s ever been in his life, nothing held a candle to the look on your face as he’d missed you completely.

He doesn’t hesitate to jump after you as you disappear from view and fall downwards, you’re already trying to rip the chain from around you, pulling and tugging to no avail. Gravity wasn’t helping much either.

The villain, a man that called himself the Iron Seer, laughed maddeningly from below, the ground nearing closer and closer for himself as he spread his arms joyfully, “PERFECT! PERFECT!” his eye’s lighting up upon seeing the descending symbol of peace as well. “I’ll GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE MAN THAT TOOK DOWN ALL MIGHT’S ENTIRE LEGACY!”

All Might grimaces, glaring hatefully at the villain before turning his attention away from him and the impending fate of striking concrete. He reached for his daughter as she reaches the same, unfortunately falling with the same speed with those chains weighing her down to nearly the same weight of her father in his hero form, he can’t catch up and he won’t slow down. He curses under his breath, but doesn’t give up. “I’VE GOT YOU (Y/N)!” he’s not sure if you can hear him over the whistle of the wind in your ears, “I’M RIGHT HERE!” he was sure now that you could here him, your eyes wide at his words before softening sadly as you both continue to reach for the other. “I’m right here.” He wished to stretch further, be heavier, fall faster.

“Dad,” you whisper over the wind, but he’s sure he can hear you, or maybe it’s just the imprint of your voice that filled every corner of his memories. Even so, he listens and tries not to look anywhere but your eyes, even as the ground approaches like fire spreading on oil. “It’s ok, you’d still be my hero,” you breathe, your eyes were filled with tears, he realized, his cheeks were wet with them as they hit his face like fast falling snow, they were cold as they struck his skin. His tears having rushed away too soon for him to feel their solemn touch, left to fall on their own path as they were left behind with the weltering form of All Might.

He didn’t know he was compressing back into his actual form until he felt himself falling with less fever, your form dragging away from him as his weighted body began to completely diminish in seconds. “No…” he gasped in horror, he was falling slower, you were getting further away, attached to the added weight of the villain behind you. “NO! NOOO!” he cried, he fought against the transformation, his body tearing and bulking between the form of All Might and Toshinori Yagi, the pain was intense as his body protested in agony, but he kept at it.

You cried as you watched your father tear himself apart for you, the anguish in his voice, the pain that you could see ripple through his skin. But despite it all, he’d never stop reaching, he’d never stop trying to save you, trying to hold you again. And for that you sobbed with joy, so much that it hurt, so much that you wished you had never even took the call. You sobbed for picking up that goddamn phone, for never taking off this damn uniform, for not putting on that stupid movie once your father had burnt the popcorn as usual. You sobbed for knowing you’d never get that chance now. You cried for the man your father would become after this day. “I love you, Dad,” your voice carried into the wind as Iron Seer hit the ground with a harsh thud behind you.

“I’M RIGHT HERE!” he screamed, more to himself than anyone, angry tears running down his face as he urged one last force of air pressure that he could muster to get just a little closer.

It was weaker than any he had ever produced before, it was all he had, he choked on the blood that bubbled up to his throat, but it was all he needed to take your hand just as the ground closed into you both. He pulled his daughter into his chest, your arms wrapping around him as the chains vanished from you.

“I’m here…” he breathed, as he held you just as you both hit the ground, the world falling to darkness.

- - -

All Might woke up with a startled breath, sitting up a little too quickly, taking in his surroundings, he could hear people talking faintly all around him. He blinked quickly, rubbing his eyes from his hazy vision as the light him his face, he groaned tiredly. As he fully opened his eyes, he was struck was a splitting headache, he hissed in agony, curling over, pressing his hands into his scalp as his head throbbed and his ears began to ring.

Flashes of light flickered in his vision and he could suddenly see blurred moments of time he couldn’t quite remember happening. But, for being not so clear, they were quite vivid and he lingered on them for a while until the head ache subsided.

An ambulance. Aizawa and Midnight running over to him. You…

“(Y/N)!” he stood to his feet as his memory began to flood back to him. His sudden movement startling a few people around him, he was sitting in a waiting room he realized as he looked around. When did he get here? Why was he sleeping?

He walked around the bolted down chairs and to the front desk, a middle-aged woman who looked a little to done with her job as she typed on her computer looked up at him, “Hello, Sir. What can I–,” she began.

“I-I’m looking for my daughter,” he said, quickly. His thoughts still a little hazy as his head continued to throb. “Her name is (Y/N) Yagi, she should be–” he continued, but was interrupted.

“Hey, bub!” A hand was placed on his shoulder, hard. “You just cut the line! What do ya think you’re doing?” A rough looking man grumbled at him, his other arm in a cast. Toshinori’s brows furrowed in question, did he? He didn’t even remember seeing anyone waiting. But, apparently he had cut almost a half a dozen people that were giving him the same look, albeit not as agitated, of impatience.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you, I’ll be just a moment,” he turned back around to ask the nurse once again. He ignored the way he cursed behind him. “Her name is (Y/n) Yagi,” he said again, the nurse nodding before glancing up at him again.

“Are you checking in as well?” she asked as she typed in the name.

He blinked, “Why would I?”

She looked at him fully in the eye that time, “I’ll call a doctor in for your daughter and your head injury, sir. Next!”

He backed away from the desk at the confirmation but placed a hand on his head again, his eyes widening in surprise to feel the bandage tightly wrapped around his head, mainly his forehead. No wonder his head hurt. Pulling his hand away, he noted the stained blood on his fingers, “Thank you,” he muttered towards the nurse before going to sit down as he pondered on the gaps in his memory.

He waited for almost half an hour before he was called, a doctor walking up with a kind smile on his face as he faced the small crowd a clipboard in hand. “Yagi?” he called out to the waiting room.

“Yes! That’s me!” Toshinori lifted off his feet, jogging to meet the doctor, before stopping with a relieved smile. Finally, he’d be able to see you now. Maybe seeing you would bring his memory back, he hoped your injuries weren’t too severe and he could bring you home. Someone would have let him know if that were so, so he wasn’t too worried. He just wanted to see his daughter.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. Yagi. I’m Doctor Riku. I hope you weren’t waiting long,” the doctor directed the two of them into a separate wing, going through a door to a care center where a few people were being treated for a few minor injuries already. “It has been a pretty busy day.”

“No, it wasn’t long at all. Only a few minutes,” he answered. Looking around as they passed a few open curtains, a few kids, young adults and a handful of seniors but he hadn’t spotted you yet. “This isn’t urgent care, is it?”

“No, not at all,” The doctor looked surprised at the question, but hid it relatively well. “Unless you think you need Urgent Care?” The doctor pulled a pen from his clipboard to schedule, but Toshinori shook his head.

“No!” He said, quickly. “I’m really just looking for my daughter, she’s supposed to be here. And I guess for these stitches too.”

The doctor’s brows furrowed. “Uh, yes, it says here you wanted to schedule an appointment for (Y/n) Yagi and yourself,” he flipped his clipboard up, Toshinori’s head throbbed once again but he held back the aching wince as he shook his head once again.

“No, no, you see, she’s already here. At least, at least I think,” he began before he began to doubt his words. He couldn’t even remember stepping foot in the hospital let alone sitting down in a chair and passing out, he wondered how he got here in the first place. “Um, we were in an accident, I don’t know if it was today. Or–no, it couldn’t have been today, maybe a few days ago…” his head hurt, he just wanted to find his daughter, where was (y/n)?

Doctor Riku placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him to one of the beds to sit, a concerned look on his face. “here, sit. I’ll look through the charts right now and check if she’s on the list of patients. don’t worry,” he assured the quietly distressing man. Sitting down, he fidgeted with unease of his own mind. He walked off to the nearest computer as Toshinori dragged a hand down his face, trying to gather his thoughts, reach into his subconscious for the past he had forgotten.

He perked up, reaching into his pocket. “My phone. Keys,” he wondered aloud to himself, hoping to find some connection to how and why he was currently at a complete loss. He found keys thankfully, his car keys, but he didn’t remember driving. His phone also in his back pocket, a crack against the screen, he wasn’t sure if it was broken or it was just out of battery as he tried to turn it on. “So, I drove here…” he whispered to himself, pocketing his keys and holding his phone tightly as the Doctor came back.

Riku gave him an unsure look, one that quickly wavered any hope that Toshinori had in him. “Are you sure you checked your daughter in? We have no one under the name Yagi that is currently in our care,” Toshinori felt like his head was about to explode, was he wrong, were you checked into another hospital? “But, for now, I’m gonna fix those stitches for you, ok?”

The doctor put down the clipboard, getting a pair of scissors to cut the bandages that had been leaking blood. All the while, he looked down at his hands, absently thinking of what a day it’s been, the last thing he could remember was falling off that ledge and catching you, he was sure you were fine, you had to be. He caught you. He was there when you needed him. He got to you in time.

When the bleeding stopped, his head was wrapped once again and Doctor Riku took his clipboard once again, “Did you hear about the battle between that villain Iron Seer and All Might?” someone began to speak beyond the curtain. The hero’s head coming up and his eyes going wide at the mention, “Wasn’t that like a three days ago?” another person said, beyond the same curtain. “Yeah, but Iron Seer escaped! He wasn’t found at the scene, remember? What if he’s wandering around looking for (h/n) and All Might or something? He could be in this hospital!”

“Stop talking nonsense,” the nurse waved the much to excited boy off as she checked his temperature, pulling it away to sigh at the fever he had.

Toshinori Yagi sat at the edge of the hospital bed with clenched fists, “Are you ok, sir?” Doctor Riku wondered.

He didn’t answer as he stood from the bed and began his walk to the doorway, the concerned doctor glancing back at the computer to pull up any information he could find on the mysterious man’s missing daughter.

- - -

Climbing into the front seat of his car, he puts his hands on the steer wheel, he breathed deeply as his ears began to ring and his head began to pound once more, he audibly groaned as he put a hand to his head waiting for the pain to subside. When it did, he put his phone to the charger and quickly pressed the power button, he sighed in relief as it lit up to show it was still working.

He wasn’t to surprised to the many missed calls and messages he’s missed from fellow heroes, friends and even young Midoriya. He was surprised to see what some of the messages had to say, however, not at all what he had been expecting.

Please, tell us where you are All Might? We can help.

You’ve been all over the place lately, get your head together. Stop running from me.

I can’t help if you don’t talk to me! Say something, please!

We won’t find her if you keep this up! Get it together! Call me!

Call me! We’ll find her together.

Get a grip! Stay where you are! I’m here! Where are you?!

Are you ok? Where are you?

I went to your place. Where are you staying?

Toshinori!

Yagi!

All Might!

94 Missed Calls

238 Unopened Messages

What is this? Was this what he was up to all this time? His gaps in memory, he had been all over the place and you were missing, taken, throughout all of this.

“Oh my god,” Toshinori gripped the phone harder, he’d wasted so much time, doing what? Nothing! His mind had taken him from place to place and let him wake up not knowing a clue of what he was actually supposed to be doing, which was finding his daughter and saving her! He couldn’t believe you were gone already, he had just caught you…he’d just felt you in his arms. What could’ve possibly happened in those last few days?

Iron Seer escaped…he wasn’t at the scene, remember?

That villain. Toshinori’s eyes widened in realization, his thoughts clearing up, it had to be him, of course it was. He dialed Aizawa’s number on reflex, hearing the dial tone he blinked in surprise when the line cut to the man’s strained voice. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

Toshinori pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting calling the man now. “Aizawa,” he spoke, tiredly.

“WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR DAYS!” Aizawa snapped at him, angrily. “You’re goddamn unbelievable. Where the hell have you been?!”

He blinked, his head hurts, things growing a little more foggy as he tries to focus on the call as his colleague yells at him through the phone. “um, I…(y/n),” he breathes into the device, the wind blows your hair back as you laugh soundlessly with a gleeful spin in the corner of his eye, he turns in his seat, nearly pressing his face against the window, “(Y/N)?” He gasps, nearly dropping the phone, but he sees nothing, just a flash of a memory in his head. “I–I, my baby…” he whispers as he breathes harshly, his eyes watering, “My baby…” he presses the phone against his face as he remembers Aizawa is on the line.

“Where’s my baby?” The hero presses his forehead against the cold glass, sniffling.

Aizawa is silent, a soft sigh leaving him, “Toshinori,” he spoke. “(Y/n)’s gone.”

The man stiffens, his headache seems to clear up as his thumb drags against the screen of the phone, almost as if he were going to break it. A moment of forced clarity consuming him as he straightens up, “What…” he chokes out.

“She was stolen, don’t you remember?” Aizawa continued.

He breathes, his grip on the phone case hardening as he presses it closer, “By who?”

“The Iron Seer, you idiot,” Aizawa revealed, “That’s why you’re there aren’t you? To stop him?”

Toshinori’s gaze going back to the hospital, his head ache coming back stronger but he only grunts, shaking it off as he stares down the doors of the hospital once again. “Yeah.”

“Then, do it. She needs you.” Aizawa’s voice sounds so fuzzy as his headache persists but he nods to himself, gripping the wheel of the car harder, “Don’t let her down.”

Toshinori hangs up as Aizawa stops, staring, unblinkingly at the hospital, where you were trapped, where the nurses and doctors lied to him.

He opens the car door, shutting it off in the process. On his way to rescue his daughter, on his way to be the hero you needed now.