A soft chuckle leaves his lips at the other’s reaction , placing down at the entrance of their home a traveling bag ( not that he ever used it , really ) . “ i don’t think you have , not yet at least . “ once his shoes are off , he looks down at her , hand on her cheek and moving her hair away from her face oh so gently , as if it meant anything at all to him . “ been a while , hasn’t it ? “
THERE’S a small curl of his lips when the woman begins to speak , all the questions she had reminding him of how izuku acted . truly his mother’s son , indeed .
“ i just noticed you were here , and i came to say hello . “ the blonde starts , looking down at the woman before him . “ and i’m doing alright , as best as i can at least . and izuku is okay too , and yes ; everything is alright . “
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 40: Confessions of a Dorm Mother
Summary: (Alternatively Known as: "That Time Toshinori became Mom Might.")
Toshinori may not be able to be All Might anymore, but that doesn't mean he's useless. He's quirkless again, but he's not fragile. Really, what, did they think he made to to Number One on his quirk alone?
It's six AM, and Toshinori is busy preparing all the materials for an American Style Breakfast. All the while, he keeps a sharp eye on Young Midoriya who is running his laps on the track below. Toshinori hums a cheerful tune as he squeezes the orange juice. It's easier to buy some from the shops, but that stuff is packed with sugar, preservatives, and the concentrated juice makes it hard to figure out how much is a serving. The kids need the nutrients and the vitamin C, and Toshinori knows from experience that too much Orange Juice from Concentrate will leave the kids thirsty with an achy, scratchy throat. Considering that Aizawa-kun intends to put them through their paces in another rescue simulation today, the kids can't afford that. They'll need the carbs too, which is why Toshinori is in the kitchen instead of running alongside his student like usual.
An hour later, Izuku enters the kitchen, sweaty and breathing only slightly labored, and Toshinori sends him upstairs to shower with a glass of juice. Fifteen minutes later, the dining room and kitchen are filled with twenty students and two teachers in various stages of wakefulness. Aizawa and Toshinori have to stop Kaminari from drowning in his cereal a few times, but forty-five minutes later, Aizawa and Toshinori chivvy the teenagers out the door, and for the first time since the dormitory system was implemented, Class 1-A leaves the dormitory as a class.
From the kitchen, they can hear the students exclaiming over the bentos that All Might had prepared for them.
“I notice the Problem Child’s tie is done up properly this time,” Aizawa said absently, “Did you finally teach him how to tie a tie?”
Toshinori laughed sheepishly, “No, I tied and looped it for him and left it on his desk for him.”
Aizawa gave him a dry look, “Watch yourself, the kids will start calling you MomMight instead of DadMight at this rate.”
Toshinori laughed goodnaturedly. “That wouldn’t be too bad at all!”
“Sap.”
“Cynic.”
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Class 1-B woke up the morning of a Villain Apprehension Training Exercise to the tantalizing smells of an American style breakfast. They all piled downstairs in various stages of wakefulness to find Kan-Sensei and Ectoplasm-Sensei nursing a mug of coffee at the table while Yagi-Sensei loads the kitchen island with platters full of fluffy pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. There is a large tureen of hot cereal with fruits and brown sugar for those who want it sweet and salt and cream for those who like it savory.
“This is glorious!” Neito crowed as he shoveled in mouthfuls of the delicious spread, “Not even the cursed Class 1-A can claim the brilliance of having had breakfast made by All Might!”
“What are you talking about?” Kan-sensei grumbled, “All Might made them breakfast last week.”
Neito froze. “What?!”
“It wouldn’t be fair if I made breakfast only for Class 1-A,” All Might said dryly, “As Aizawa-kun and Nedzu-Sensei keep telling me, that would be favoritism.”
Neito was ready to shout a spiel about how unfair it was that All Might was making them breakfast simply for appearances sake when the retired hero stuffed a warm Hashbrown into his mouth.
“You’re all so energetic this morning! Stop overthinking and eat,” All Might laughed, “There’s plenty to go around! Eat more, children! You’ll need the energy today!”
Forty-Five minutes later, the three teachers chivvied the twenty children out the door while a handful ran back to their dorms to grab materials left behind.
“Off you go, off you go!” All Might handed out little Bentos as the 1-B students filed past him, “Have a good day! Don’t forget your lunch! You need the energy!”
“I didn’t quite believe Aizawa when he said it,” Kan grumbled as All Might chivvied both him and Ectoplasm out the door after pushing bentos into their hands, “But that man is a mother hen.”
Ectoplasm laughed, “He has always been like this, even back at his height as a hero.”
“Of course you’d know this,” Kan grumbled, “You were one of his interns for a while, weren’t you?”
“Of course,” Ectoplasm agreed, “If he weren’t so married to his work, I think he’d be a parent a dozen times over.”
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Kendou and Pony had made their way up to 1-A’s side of the dorm when they encountered All Might carrying a paper bag in one hand.
“Good afternoon, All Might- Sensei!” the girls bowed.
“Good afternoon, girls!” All Might boomed cheerfully, “Here to study, I assume?”
“Nope!” Pony said, “That’s tomorrow night! We’re going to paint Ashido’s and my horns!”
“Paint each other’s horns?” All Might asked, “Like with nails?”
“Yep!” Kendou grinned, “Ashido was talking about whether or not we could use nail polish for it, and Pony and I thought, “Nails and the horns are both made of Keratin! So why not?!” So we’re going to paint Ashido and Pony’s horns!”
“Have fun!” All Might chuckled, “And be careful not to get any of it in your eyes.”
“Yessir!”
To their bewilderment, All Might, instead of punching buttons on the elevator that would take him to the faculty’s floor, punched a button to the third floor instead. Once the door dinged open, Ashido bounced happily, grabbing their wrists.
“Hey guys!” She paused and blinked, “Hi All Might-sensei!”
“Young Ashido!” All Might smiled, “Hello!”
A door opened, revealing an empty set of clothes. “All Might-sensei!” Hagakure shuffled nervously, “Is that it?”
“Yes,” All Might’s voice gentled as he handed over the bag, “Is this all you need?”
Hagakure opened the bag, presumably peering in and checking it’s contents. “Yes! Thank you, All Might! I know I could have asked any of the other girls, and even Yaoyorozu, but it would have been a little awkward, considering…”
“It’s quite all right!” All Might put his hand out, ruffling invisible hair, “That’s what your Dorm Supervisors are for!”
“Thank you for this, All Might!”
“Anything for a young lady!”
The door to the stairwell slammed open and Kaminari and Kirishima stumbled in, giggling like loons.
“Boys!” All Might boomed.
“Hi All Might!”
“What have you done this time?!”
There was the sound of an explosion overhead and an enraged scream.
“Nothing!” the two troublemakers chorused.
“Now why do I doubt that?” All Might said sternly.
“Because it’s true?” Kaminari asked.
“I’m going to murder you both, Shitty Hair!! Pikachu!!! You wait till I get my hands on you fuckers!!!”
“Girls,” All Might said, “Why don’t you all go inside. I’ll deal with the boys.”
Kaminari and Kirishima cowered under the retired hero’s disapproval.
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It became something of a tradition. The Hero Course students of all years began to be able to predict what kind of training simulations they would be put through based on what All Might made for breakfast. Light foods? Teamwork exercises. Carb heavy food? Battle simulations. Protein heavy meals? Rescue simulations.
Then came the day:
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
Toshinori spluttered in shock, thankfully no blood made an appearance. All around the faculty common room were all three years of Hero Course Students.
“Mother’s Day?!”
“I told you your tendency to mother hen people would come back to bite you,” Ectoplasm chuckled from the side.
“But I’m not a mother!”
“You cook for them,” Aizawa said dryly.
“You remind them to do laundry,” Kan grumbled.
“You did my ties for me!” Midoriya chirped.
“You run down to the store for feminine products when the girls run out,” Nemuri agreed.
“You bring them lunch when they forget!” Mic bawled.
“You sit with them when they get sick,” Thirteen agreed.
“You stay up and fret all night when they leave for the weekend,” Snipe said dryly.
“You send them to bed without supper even,” Aizawa said. “How is that not being a mother?”
“I…” Toshinori blinked, trying to find a response.
“Face it, All Might-sensei,” Mirio laughed, “You’re the Hero Course’s Dorm Mother!”
“But-”
“Happy Mother’s Day, All Might Sensei!!!” The students all bellowed, cutting off any further protests.
