#almight

[zombbean]

Lookit this blushy little sweetheart! He agreed to go on a date with you!

[naobily]

“I get if you… can’t, Aizawa. But I don’t know who else to call.”

Aizawa freezes on the other side of the line.

“I’ll be there in five.”

Lotion spreads over pale hands that, for once, do not shiver in anticipation of the worst. It has been a few months now. Space respected. Distance carefully cast between them like a fragile boundary neither man wished to cross too suddenly. Maybe he should have called Recovery Girl, or someone far more medically qualified.

But Aizawa’s number is the first thing that surfaces through the flashing static in Toshinori’s mind.

He does not know why.

“There, there.”

It is meant to be comforting, but it comes out awkwardly to both All Might and Aizawa’s own ears. They choke down quiet laughter beneath the dim glow of the apartment lights. Aizawa was never particularly gifted at soft reassurance, yet Toshinori remembers being told to put his feet up beneath a midnight sky splattered with stardust and sleepless silence.

Aizawa resented Toshinori at first.

What a glorious show-off.

Perhaps he had not known him nearly as well as he believed. Toshinori carried himself like sunlight itself—radiant, overwhelming, untouchable. Yet beneath all that brilliance rested something achingly mortal.

Something exhausted.

Aizawa packs away the makeshift medical supplies carefully. The quiet between them is not stale yet.

“Take care of yourself,” Shouta says softly.

The silence afterward grows thick, tangled between them like branches woven together through flesh and thread alike, binding them in something unspoken. Something yearning.

It is the eyes.

Even downcast, Toshinori’s eyes undo him.

It is not supposed to happen again.

And somehow, it does.

Because before Toshinori can stop himself—before his thoughts can catch up to the reckless pull in his chest—his fingers curl weakly around the edge of Aizawa’s sleeve.

“Stay.”

Aizawa freezes.

And the carefully constructed wall of masked exhaustion and restrained emotion crumbles ever so slightly at the edges. Toshinori’s hands tremble as he rises to his feet, gently pulling Aizawa closer by the wrist, fingertips pressing against pale skin as though afraid he might disappear if held too loosely.

“Yagi… I want to—”

He is kissed before he can finish.

Aizawa arches into it instinctively, breath catching as hot, desperate kisses press against his lips like Toshinori has been starving for this. His body folds helplessly against All Might’s warmth while trembling hands thread through dark hair, pulling Shouta closer with aching hunger.

“Say you want me again,” Toshinori breathes against his mouth.

The words come out rough, fragile around the edges.

Aizawa’s head bows slightly as soft sounds escape him despite himself, quiet and wrecked and painfully human. Toshinori touches him like a man terrified of restraint, like someone standing at the edge of collapse and choosing desire anyway.

“Just say it, Aizawa.”

Their breathing tangles together in uneven rhythm. Heat coils thickly between them, dizzying and unbearable. Toshinori presses kisses against his jaw, his throat, his mouth again as though he cannot decide where he wishes to worship him most.

“I…” Aizawa gasps softly between each breathless collision of lips and tangled breaths. “I want you. Please…”

The confession falls apart beautifully between them.

And Toshinori looks at him then—not like the Symbol of Peace, not like All Might, but like a man utterly ruined by longing.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice low enough to melt straight through him. “Look at me.”

Aizawa does.

And perhaps this is the version of Toshinori Yagi no one else will ever truly know.

Not untouchable.

Not invincible.

Just devastatingly, painfully hungry for him.

[economicshater]

Just also started wachting mha for the first time and I LOVE THIS GUY. I hope he doesn't turn evil or like dies🤞 My friends are being really suspicious whenever I mention him, I am starting to think he is evil.

[shatingstaredits]

shinee’s almighty and all-knowing, key. 🔥🌈🙌🏻

[cherry-bombart]

[marthalmary]

Me watching any show:

YOU TWO SHOULD KISS...

Me

[mythoughts-central]

So I just got really inspired by this tiktok and I was looking for a fanfic that compared the reader to Nana. And I was also thinking about how almight would’ve always saw her in the reader, and now realized how similar they were after the reader tried to sacrifice themselves for 1A and the Teachers/proheros during the battle. And I really want someone to write it still but I wrote this little passage so enjoy…

The look of deja vu and heartbreak that passed his face as he saw nana in her/him. He had always thought she/he looked like her, but standing there watching how she/he was willing to give up everything so young to save the people she/he loved, even to save him the number one hero, the strongest hero, made him realize how there was no difference between the two. But could he even really call himself the number one hero? Nana was the hero, Y/N was the hero even when pushing them all to safety and herself/him into danger just makes him doubt himself even more. Just a child against all that was wrong with the world was unbelievable. Even dying they could smile. Nana always smiled like that. And now his other Nana is gone because he couldn’t save them again. He was always too weak…

PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE IT BETTER THAN I CAN I SUCK AT IT PLEASE I WANT TO CRY TO SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASEEEEE!!!

P.S. this is the song in the TikTok btw😁

[hisoaker420]

New all might/toshinori default rp bot !

There will be future specific scenario bots

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