#pyrhiic

[supcrmight]

do ANY of us really deserve Hope?

[cclipeum-blog]

being retired hurt, but it allotted toshinori the free time that he never had, & this holiday he uses it to fly out to his — friend? lover? he’s not sure. he hasn’t told him; wants it to be a surprise, & when dave opens the door, shocked, he laughs. it’s a warm sound that juxtaposes the cold hands that hold a wrapped box; inside he would find a locket & a heart shaped box of chocolates too, of course. he flushes, suddenly self conscious, “h-hi, dave. happy valentine’s day! um, long tine no see?”

HIS LAUGHTER FEELS like heaven. It feels like he is at peace, wholeheartedly. As if the previous stress in his body was washed away from seeing him through the door.

And it was, he always had that touch on him for a long time now. It was always him, calling out to him, giving him the motivation that he had needed to go forward as a scientist, to keep working hard. To keep moving forward. 

WHEN HE WAS left, he didn’t really want him to leave. He remembers the kiss that they shared before they left and it was something he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget the feeling he had to force down for the sake of him becoming the Symbol of Peace. It would probably burden him too much if he would’ve gone through with it. After all, he wasn’t much of a fighter at all.

His expression softens, glancing at the wrapped box as he unwrapped it, feeling his face flustering, noticing it was heart shaped. Carefully, he tore at the wrapping paper, opening the heart-shaped box. He looked at the chocolates and locket and his heart sore, almost skipping at seeing it.

“Toshi...” His voice is soft, low. His face feels hot, hotter than what it was when he saw Toshi through the door only merely moments ago, “I-I love it.”

An urge to reach up and kiss him rips through his body. He is awkward at this, especially since he hadn’t romanced in years, not since he lost his wife. It’s like he’s almost never had it before. Never experienced it. Like a lost puppy experiencing kindness for the first time. 

“Please tell me you’ll be around for a while.” He hopes, no he wants him to stay. It was far too long. He wanted him here to stay. 

His body moves faster than his mind. He’s reaching up. A hand, gripping his arm, pulling his old friend downwards, capturing his lips into his own. The kiss feels like it was going on for a long time but it had been only a few seconds before he pulled away, giving a soft smile to him, “Happy Valentine’s Day Toshi.” He beamed as no one could give him the energy that he would.

[goldgoggles]

i am enlisting someone to draw all might & aizawa wearing booty shorts that say “GOD WON’T LET ME DIE”

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“they’re for you, my boy,” he grins, a plate of red velvet cupcakes in hand. there’s still flour spattered across his face, but he hadn’t taken notice, too excited to deliver the kid his goodies. with his free hand, he hesitantly reaches out to pull the boy into a hug; not as comforting as it was before, he’s sure, being all bone & harsh angles now, but that doesn’t stop him. “happy valentine’s day, my boy,” a beat, wherein he hugs a tad tighter & adds, “i’m incredibly proud of you, you know.”

valentine’s day 2k19 w/ Dadmight ( @pyrhiic |

All Might had make him cupcakes? It doesn’t seem like a foreign concept for those who had admired him their entire life. And being at U.A only strengthened that admiration. It made him realize that there were pro heroes who weren’t just symbols of peace, but those who embodied what it meant to be a decent person. “ All Might? ”

Todoroki would admit, that fight with One For All scared him, but also made him scared for All Might. Not just because he had weakened, but because losing a pro hero like him meant that they would all have to step up and be people the younger generation would have to look up to.

The boy is morbidly fascinated as he watches the hand reach out to him and it’s his body’s automatic defense to flinch away, he doesn’t because it’s his hero rather than a harsh touch meaning him harm. The hug is warm, and Todoroki isn’t sure if he should hug All Might back, but arms hesitantly rise to return the embrace, breath stuck in his throat and tears stinging his eyes. He shouldn’t cry, it made him weak, but this fleeting emotion. Of hearing I’m proud of you hit him harder than any attack that could have come his way.

He lingers in the hug just for a few brief moments before a small smile curves up the corners of his mouth. Letting go, he gratefully takes the cupcakes, head ducking as a small flush of pink scours his cheeks. ❝Thank you, All Might. ❞ his voice quiets, a quiet inhale as emotions well up and he’s left to do nothing but smile in the wake of this humble pro hero, ❝ Not just for being our teacher. But for everything that you are. You’ll always be a symbol of peace. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for this day, but we can share the cupcakes? They’re always better eaten with friends, that’s what my Okaasan says...  ❞

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HI NANNERS,,,,, catch am blatantly judging blake from afar GJGKLHK

i dont know why but i had a sudden unexplainable urge to shitpost

[bringsevil]

after watching deadpool, all might has tsukauchi drive him down to tartarus just so he can look his shitty nemesis straight in the eye & tell him: “you look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado.”

@pyrhiic

             ‘ this is how you speak to your elders? a blind, disabled old man? you come all the way to him just to insult him to his face? shame on you, toshinori. you fucking prick. ’

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📱 !

send for a text between our muses! accepting.

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send  ❛ ♡ ❜  to suddenly hug my muse !  - No Longer Accepting! - @pyrhiic

A hug from All Might was honestly unexpected. Not unwelcome, but simply unexpected.

He’d remained behind after the final bell had rang - he’d wanted to take a moment to finish his notes from the lesson in peace and silence, the rowdiness of the dorm common room seeming unideal. He’d not wanted to forget the notes from the class, as well as writing down more notes about how he was coming along with control over One For All.

Scribbling away rather quietly - small mutters leaving his mouth, he’d never be able to break the habit - and putting down his pen after a chunk of time passed, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He was rather pleased - a successful recording of everything he wanted! Glancing to the window revealed it was beginning to turn orange with the sunset, shining some light into his eyes. Now seemed like a good idea as any to return to the dorms, a growl from his stomach in agreement that dinner would be a good call.

Standing, the chair scraping across the floor and inwardly cringing at the noise- green eyes soon landed on his Mentor, blinking in confusion. He’d…not been sat there, waiting for him to leave for the entire time, right? So engrossed in his notes; he’d not even realised the other was there in the first place.

Meekly heading over to the desk, mouth opening to begin to apologise and offer to walk him back - cut off at the first breath by arms encasing his body and pulling him close. A few seconds of confusion, stammering nonsense before he remembered he’d better return the hug; arms wrapping so gently around him. He was always cautious about where the scar was.

Relaxing a little as the hug went on, his head turning to glance upwards as much as he could. His mentor was so much taller than him, even in true form. “N-Not that I d-don’t like the h-hug, All Might….b-but why?”