Ima rant and simp and tell the backstory of my handsome husband Toshinori Yagi! Be prepared!! (Don't call him Small Might it's mean😭😭😭)
Toshinori Yagi was born Quirkless during a dark, chaotic era in Japan dominated by the Symbol of Evil, All For One. This was before he became the No. 1 of Japan. Despite his lack of powers, Toshinori possessed an unwavering desire to create a world where citizens could live happily and smile without fear. He had a very positive attitude when he was younger and wanted to fight evil. Somewhat like what Deku wants now with the power of One for All. As a teenager, Toshinori crossed paths with the Pro Hero Nana Shimura, the seventh wielder of the stockpiling Quirk One For All. Toshinori shared his vision with Nana, arguing that society was crumbling because it lacked a single, reliable "pillar" or Symbol of Peace.Inspired by his unique resolve and indomitable will, Nana chose the Quirkless teenager to be her apprentice. She passed One For All down to him, making him the eighth holder.Because Toshinori's body was a "blank canvas" without an existing Quirk factor, he was uniquely capable of handling the massive energy of One For All, instantly utilizing 100% of its power without his body breaking apart. His body was built and healthy and as above was fully capable of holding the quirk. But, as Aoyama, late on in the series, he was born Quirkless and when All for One gave him a Quirk, he couldn't withstand the power of the Quirk or it would have physically and mentally destroyed Aoyama. But Toshinori was much different than him. Soon, after Toshinori received the power, Toshinori's world shattered when All For One located Nana Shimura and her students. During a brutal final battle, Nana sacrificed her life to protect Toshinori, leaving her trademark smile as his final memory of her.To honor Nana's wishes, her close friend and retired hero Gran Torino took over Toshinori's education at U.A. High School. Gran Torino subjected Toshinori to rigorous, terrifying combat training to prepare him for the eventual clash with All For One. To keep Toshinori safe from All For One while he grew into his powers, Gran Torino sent him to the United States immediately after his graduation from U.A. High School. All for One was very powerful and much more powerful than Toshinori. Gran Torino sent him to the U.S. to be safe while he practiced with his powers and to grow them. Toshinori moved to California, where he began building his career as a hero.During an explosion incident, he saved a scientist named David Shield. David became his close friend and personal support scientist, designing the iconic, colorful superhero costumes that would withstand Toshinori's staggering physical output.Upon returning to Japan, Toshinori adopted the moniker All Might and quickly skyrocketed to the top of the hero rankings. His mere presence transformed society, driving Japan's national crime rates down to under 6%. Five years before meeting his future successor, Izuku Midoriya, All Might tracked down All For One for a catastrophic, hidden duel. Though All Might emerged victorious—seemingly destroying the villain's head—he suffered a crippling injury to his respiratory organs and completely lost his stomach. The extensive surgeries left his true form emaciated, skeletal, and only capable of maintaining his muscular superhero state for three hours a day, setting the stage for the main events of My Hero Academia. As of course, Toshinori coughs up blood when he's scared, Excited, stressed, and a few other emotions. It is because of his missing organs and the punctured lung. A friend of Toshinori was Nighteye. Toshinori wanted to keep fighting even though he couldnt stay how he was 24/7. But Nighteye showed Toshinori what would happen if he did. He would die a horrific, bloody, gorey death. It scared Toshinori but he couldn't retire immediately because he didn't have someone to replace him yet. And thats when Deku came into the picture. Of course in the Final Battle Arc, his fate almost came true as All for One tried to kill him. In which Katsuki Bakugo saved him from being killed and dispelled the future's fate.
That's his backstory. Sad in the ending but great in the beginning.
·̩͙ ･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆ „bakugou and his girlfriend … started to date … still new … in the dorm … a messsyyyyy makeout“
“You don’t have to, like… sit on me or anything.”
Bakugo said it while you were already halfway into his lap.
You froze—halfway between kneeling on his bed and planting your ass right on his thighs.
“…Should I not?” you asked, suddenly unsure.
He looked like he regretted speaking. “No—shit, no. I just—fuck, you can.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yes. Just—do it quick before I die or something.”
That made you laugh. You climbed the rest of the way onto his lap, settling carefully on his thighs with your hands braced on his shoulders. His arms stiffened at his sides. His entire body felt like a coiled spring—solid muscle, warm under his shirt, and completely overwhelmed.
“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, eyes darting from your face to your mouth to the corner of the room and back again. “Totally fine. He was not fine. He was flustered as hell. The blush across his face was criminal.
You leaned in and kissed him. Just once. Soft and quick. And then again. And again, And suddenly, it wasn’t soft anymore.
He kissed you like his body caught up before his brain could—hands finally landing on your waist, gripping, like he didn’t trust himself to let go. His lips moved like he’d been thinking about this since your first date and trying not to. A little too rough, a little messy.
You gasped when his tongue brushed yours—and he immediately froze.
“I—shit,” he breathed, pulling back an inch. “Sorry. Was that—too much?”
You blinked. “No. No, it was good. You’re good.” He looked like he was short-circuiting. “Oh.”
You giggled. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to scowl, but he still had his hands on your hips like they were glued there and his ears were turning red. “I don’t do this shit.”
“You don’t kiss girls?” you teased.
“Not ones I like.” Your brain short-circuited. Before you could say anything, he muttered,
“Forget I said that—shit—fuck—”
You kissed him again to shut him up. This time he kissed you back with a little more confidence—not much, but enough to make you melt into him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer, and when your body pressed into his and your skirt slid a little too high, he made a sound in his throat that was pure, panicked arousal.
“Katsuki.”
“…Yeah?”
“You’re, like, really hard right now.”
“Don’t say that out loud—!”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing, and he groaned like he wanted to sink into the floor. But his arms wrapped around you anyway.
And his voice—muffled, mumbled against your shoulder,
“Can we just… do that again? The kissing part?“
“Yeah. We can.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time. And something in him broke.
His hands moved like they were figuring it out in real time—gripping your hips, then sliding up your sides, then back down again, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to hold you still or pull you closer.
Your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt as you tilted your head, kissing him harder now, mouths warm and open and clumsy. When your teeth bumped, you both flinched and laughed—but then he kissed you again before the moment could even end.
His breath was hot, ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you taste good—” You moaned softly, and he shuddered.
“Don’t make that sound,” he muttered, trying to pull back. “Seriously. I’ll combust.”
“Then don’t kiss me like that.”
“You kissed me like that—”
You rolled your hips just slightly, and he whimpered—an actual, involuntary noise punched out of his chest. His head fell back against the wall.
a shy man with a big cock who guides it into you with his hand, softly moaning as you squeeze around him. stays inside of you for a moment, unmoving, because he is so grateful to be in you. thanks you and proceeds to fuck you like a feral animal
Imagine that one day, after Pokopia's resident Alakazam's had some time to rest, he reveals that he knows how to read (5,000 point IQ and all that). Professor Tangrowth sets him to reading human documents, some important (maps) and some less important (fast food receipts). Everything goes very smoothly.
Then Ditto inevitably asks him to read over the journals it's collected.
And Alakazam reads them over, once, twice, and then it tells Ditto what they say: that the humans loved them very much, and that they will return any day now.
Lots of Grisham getting into awkward uncomfortable lewd situations.
Philippe: Sorry, hey, there are people following you. Just ignore them.
(Grisham wonders if he should take the protection offered or make a run for it and take his chances with the unknown people following him).
I see a scenario where Ivor challenges Grisham for the B ranking. In order to get up to C, Ivor had to complete his party of six. He did so by finding pokemon in hyperspace that he eventually trained up to be crabominable and staraptor, the latter not being on theme, except that it learns close combat and could theoretically become a fighting type if Ivor got a hold of its mega stone.
Anyway, Grisham still wins, but he gets singed by a fire attack and staraptor accidentally bowls him over at one point injuring his ankle. Ivor happily chats about how he won't give up on that B ranking so they'll battle much more.
He likes it when Giselle gets him this way, but -like the situation with Paxton above- he worries they wouldn't believe this one came on to him when he gets arrested for statutory..
Being an INTJ, Grisham has trouble telling people he loves them.
(The way his eyes shine the aesthetic looks like he's standing too close to a fire and it's reflecting in this gaze).
Grisham acting like an NPC and refusing to interact more with the player character, LOL!
Warning: Alcohol consumption. Always drink with caution.
The walk through the neighborhood where the fashion show took place is peaceful.
Sakamata tells me little facts and shows me hidden places in the alleys. My favorite is the small, hidden shrine dedicated to the goddess Amaterasu, protected by two ancient statues representing Kitsune.
"Look at them, they're beautiful, Sakamata!" I look at him, smiling, and my hand tightens slightly around his one, unable to contain my joy at this discovery. "I love this side of Japan! You're in the city, surrounded by neon lights and noise, you turn a corner, and as if by magic, you find yourself immersed in the past. It's beautiful."
Kugo looks at me, his shoulders relaxed, and nods. "I've never been abroad, but I thought it was like this everywhere." "No, in Italy for example, ancient and modern blend together. The historic centers of many large cities are old, and little by little you notice modern elements. They blend together beautifully. Or, if you happen to be in a village, everything is ancient, made of stone. And that's beautiful too."
I look at him, smiling. "Every place is unique and beautiful in its own way, don't you think?" I see him smile and nod. "You're right, y/s." "Y/n. Call me Y/n, please. I know it's traditional and customary in Japan to use your last name unless you're close or family, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. And then..." I shift my gaze to the Kitsune. "I'd like to get to know you better. Really." I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, blushing. "If you want, of course."
Sakamata is silent for a moment. I see his red eyes study my face, our joined hands, and then look back into my eyes. "Of course. Yes. I'd really like that, Y/n." He clears his throat after saying my name, clearly embarrassed. "But... well... call me Kugo. Okay?"
I nod and smile.
"Thanks, Kugo. Where are we going? Can I buy you something to drink? Or something to eat, if you prefer." Kugo tilts his head and looks at me. "Come on. I'll pay." "But it was my idea. I don't mind paying. I'm not the type of woman who's used to being dependent on or demanding from a man. I like mutual respect."
Kugo lifts my hand and brings it to his beak, looking at me as he caresses my knuckles in what is effectively a hand kiss. My eyes widen in surprise, and a shiver runs through me at the contact.
"What you say is extraordinary. Like you, after all. Let me buy you something tonight. Next time... you'll do it, okay?"
With that, he walks down the alley, heading for a place with an old, rusty sign on the sides. The sliding door opens onto a small room with three tables and a modest, antique counter. The old owner of the izakaya bows slightly as we enter. Kugo guide me at the end of the counter, in a sheltered area. After speaking, we decide to order water, sake, and two okonomiyaki.
As we eat, we chat about this and that. I learn that he's a baseball fan and that he runs an aquarium on a tropical island. He tells me about his work as a hero, and I about my work as a model, and how Takeru and his family are truly my chosen family.
"Takeru has always been there for me. Even in the most difficult moments. Those moments when you feel like you're not enough, that you're not doing enough... he was there. I owe him a lot." I smile wistfully as I look at Kugo. "Everyone deserves a Takeru in their life. I feel lucky to have met him."
Kugo studies my expression and asks me about him. "I've always seen him smiling and helpful. Energetic. Has he always been like this?" "Oh yes. A hurricane of energy and desire to do. Special." I smile happily. "And you should see him when he's home with the kids." Kugo pauses in mid-air with his sake. "Does he have kids?"
I nod, eyes closed as I gulp down my sake. "Wow, strong. Yes, he has two kids. Adopted after marriage. He married Steve five years ago. After a year, they adopted Kenta. And two years ago, Nobu. The first one was five years old, the second one was three." I smile again looking at him "and so, I suddenly became an aunt"
Kugo lets out a laugh. It's a modest laugh, as deep as his voice. It leaves me spellbound.
"I'd love to meet them." I nod. "They'd adore you. A hero and a baseball fan? You're them, they'd never let you go." Kugo chuckles and drinks his sake. "It doesn't normally go like this. They're afraid of me. Some even cry."
I hear the sorrow in his voice. Instinctively, my hand rests on his forearm. "Kugo, do you like children?" "A lot." A simple yet sure response.
I nod, my hand sliding to his and grasping it. "Then I'll take you to meet Kenta and Nobu. But you'll have to be prepared for the barrage of questions and the desire to play, okay? Probably you'll need a back up. Call your sidekicks." Kugo laughs again and nods.
I place my other hand on his. "Shall we go?" I ask. "I'd like to take another walk with you, if you have time, of course."
After paying, we go outside again. We leave the alley and head onto the main road, surrounded by people. We continue to chat calmly about this and that as we approach the apartment where I'm renting. "It's temporary. But I'd like to move. Find something in an area more to my liking." I tell him.
Before we part, I look at him.
"Thanks for dinner. And for the walk. It's really been a long time since I felt so peaceful." "Thanks to you. I've never spent such a peaceful hours. Talking to you is easy." "You aren't joking, right, Kugo? Takeru usually tells me I talk too much when I feel comfortable." "No. No, I liked it. A lot, to be honest." "So... when can we see each other again, Kugo?"
I see surprise in his eyes. "I...I didn't think there would be a next time...I usually don't-" I stop him by placing a finger on his mouth.
"I want to see you again. I'm serious. What others have or haven't done doesn't matter to me. Even when I said I wanted to get to know you better, I was serious." I slip Takeru's agency business card, with my contact information, into his jacket pocket. "Call and text me whenever you want. And let me know when you want to go out..." I playfully twist his tie around my hand and pull him towards me slowly, without hurting him. "...ok?"
Kugo nods and my hands slide over his shoulders and around his face. I swear I could see his cheeks become red.
I slowly give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the lovely evening, Kugo. Goodnight."
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