Hi! Are you ok? I'm a bit worried since you haven't updated the prompt list/requests in over a year and you haven't updated any chapter either... Specially considering that you used to be somewhat regular with your updates...
Hi! I'm not dead! Thank you for checking in.
A lot has happened while I've been away. Mostly financial hardship so it's been a very difficult balancing act of trying to make ends meet and also being too emotionally and physically exhausted to indulge in my hobbies like I used to. I'm still alive, and I want to create more work. I just don't know when it'll be possible without feeling super guilty about it. Also I have Systemic Lupus (yes like the House MD meme lol, my life is a comedy atp) and I have not been on any of my medications or seeing my doctor like I usually would. (Apparently my blood work that I have to do every month, costs me about $650 dollars. So. I kinda don't have the means to drop that much money every single month rn.)
I hope this sorta clears up stuff or offers some sort of explanation of what's going on. I plan to return! I just don't know when. (´；ω；｀)
They're making a Matcha Mille-Crépes Cake, since making crepes is kinda like making pancakes. And yes, Toshi borrowed that apron from Inko <3.
I actually didn't know this type of cake existed until I did some research especially for this prompt. Now I'm looking forward to visiting my mom and testing a recipe with her!
Toshinori couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knew exactly how high Midoriya’s academic standards were. The memory of being buried in challenging schoolwork himself wasn’t a fond one, and he didn’t envy the poor boy at all.
“I’ve got 36 pages left. Then I’ll eat,” Izuku muttered, his voice tinged with determination but also fatigue. Toshinori furrowed his brow in concern.
“That… that might take quite a while, don’t you think?” he ventured gently.
Izuku sighed deeply, his frustration evident as he let his head fall onto the desk with a thud of resignation.
Dadmight week has ended officially, but I managed to squeak out one last submission before the deadline. :') wish I could've submitted more honestly, if I had more time. @dadmightweek
Day 2: Homework/Take a Break
Midoriya flipped through his assigned reading for what felt like the umpteenth time. He’d been buried in the book since 4 p.m., and his weary eyes drifted to the clock on his desk—8 p.m. He’d endured much longer study sessions before, but this particular assignment seemed to drag on endlessly. The book, Hero's Jurisdiction and Quirk Responsibility, wasn’t exactly riveting, and Snipe’s assignment to read chapters 3 and 4 had turned into a tedious slog when he realized he was falling behind.
Only thirty… no, thirty-five… wait, thirty-seven pages left. He sighed, his tired eyes struggling to focus on the dense text. The letters blurred together as he tried to absorb each new piece of information, but the words felt heavy and lifeless, his mind drifting as he mechanically read on.
“As discussed in chapter 2, Amendment 47 faced significant challenges in passing through the judicial system, with numerous quirk users staunchly defending their right to obtain licenses. The rejection of Amendment 23 and its subsequent impact on…”
Izuku’s eyes glazed over as he read the dry, lifeless text. He flipped through the remaining pages, his hope dwindling as he counted them. Thirty-six and a half more to go.
He sighed in frustration, the words on the page blurring together, lost in a storm of paralegal jargon swirling in his tired mind. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, but he didn’t bother to check. He’d left his door open for a bit of fresh air, though even that seemed to do little to revive his focus. He was usually good at tuning out distractions, but now his eyes were so dry, he was half-tempted to ask Aizawa for his special eye drops.
Come on. Just thirty-six more pages.
He forced himself to read another paragraph, but his mind refused to stay focused.
What did I just read?
Shaking his head, he tried again, managing to get a bit farther before the dense terminology tripped him up again. His thoughts drifted, and by the time he reached the end of the page, he realized he hadn’t absorbed a single word.
What??
With a frustrated groan, he let his highlighter slip from his fingers and dropped his head onto the desk in defeat.
“At this rate, Kaminari’s gonna have to shock me back to life after I die of boredom,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the wood.
A familiar, warm chuckle from the doorway made him lift his head, turning toward the sound.
His mentor stood there, casually leaning against the doorframe in house slippers and sweatpants, his eyes filled with amused sympathy.
“Bored to death, huh?” he echoed with a smile. Izuku perked up at the sight of him, grateful for the distraction from the tedious assignment.
“Hey, All Might,” Izuku greeted, doing his best to muster up his usual chipper tone. “Didn’t notice you there.”
“Well, the other boys mentioned you didn’t come down for dinner, so I thought I’d check on you,” All Might replied with a teasing smile. “I could hear the gears in your head grinding from the common room.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I must’ve lost track of time,” Izuku admitted, turning back to his book. He picked up his highlighter and dragged it half-heartedly across a few words. Stress practically radiated off him in waves, and he scratched his head in frustration.
Toshinori couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knew exactly how high Midoriya’s academic standards were. The memory of being buried in challenging schoolwork himself wasn’t a fond one, and he didn’t envy the poor boy at all.
“I’ve got 36 pages left. Then I’ll eat,” Izuku muttered, his voice tinged with determination but also fatigue. Toshinori furrowed his brow in concern.
“That… that might take quite a while, don’t you think?” he ventured gently.
Izuku sighed deeply, his frustration evident as he let his head fall onto the desk with a thud of resignation.
Toshinori moved closer, laying a gentle, reassuring hand on his shoulder. The boy shifted slightly, his head rolling to the side, green curls spilling over the edge of the desk, obscuring the text beneath.
“Come now,” Toshinori urged softly. “Take a break and have some dinner. You need to take care of yourself before you can tackle your work.”
Izuku stared up at him, eyes wavering as he debated whether to give in to his mentor’s advice; the pull of his stubborn determination warring within.
His stomach answered for him with an embarrassingly loud grumble.
Toshinori raised his eyebrows, a sly smile playing on his lips. He opened his mouth, ready to deliver the final nudge.
“I haven’t eaten yet either. I wanted to wait for you.”
Izuku’s resolve crumbled instantly. With a dramatic sigh, he slammed his textbook shut and rubbed his eyes in mock exasperation. “You can’t do this to me, All Might…!” he protested, his tone light despite his words.
He quickly moved away from his desk, making a beeline for the door. Toshinori chuckled, the sound warm and genuine, as he joined him outside the dorm room.
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The udon noodles simmering in a miso umami broth were exactly what Midoriya needed. As he took his first bite, the savory flavor of the pork mingling with the rich broth seemed to melt away his lingering headache. With each satisfying slurp, the weight of his stress lifted, replaced by a comforting warmth that spread through his chest. Across from him at the table, All Might quietly enjoyed his own bowl of miso and noodles.
“Wow,” Midoriya exclaimed between bites, his eyes lighting up. “Who made this? It’s amazing!”
All Might’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Ah, well… thanks,” he replied, a touch of bashfulness in his voice. “I’ve been picking up cooking lately, you know. Figured…” I want to feed you and care of you and sit down and spend time with you- “...with all this extra time on my hands, why not?”
Midoriya sits at his bar chair, his legs swinging, kicking back and forth as he eagerly slurped down another helping of soup.
“Mmmmm!” he hummed in contentment.
So cute.
The thought made Toshinori’s heart swell. If cooking for him was this rewarding, he decided he’d definitely make it a regular thing. Rather than reaching out to pinch his freckled cheeks, he simply smiled into his bowl, savoring the last of the broth.
“Don’t mention it,” Toshinori replied warmly.
With a final, satisfied swallow, Midoriya set his bowl down with a content clink and let out a pleased sigh.
“That was delicious, All Might. You’ve gotta show me how to make this next time. Maybe even my mom could try it?” he suggested, a bit bashful.
Taken aback, Toshinori’s eyes widened in surprise, but a genuine smile spread across his face at the thought.
“Of course! That would be great. I'm sure maybe your mother would rival my cooking.” Toshinori said with a smile.
Izuku stood up, gathering the empty bowls and chopsticks. “Well, it’s a bit hard to beat Mom’s cooking,” he replied, noticing the fleeting wistfulness in Toshinori’s expression. He must miss Master Shimura, he guesses. Izuku couldn't even imagine the heartache of losing his doting and loving mother any time soon. Shaking his head to dispel the somber thought, he finished gently washing the dishes. Once he was done, he dried his hands and approached Toshinori.
With a deep bow, he expressed his gratitude.
“Thank you Sir. I really needed that tonight. Thank you.” He says earnestly.
Somehow Toshinori's eyes go wider, and he doesn't know exactly how to respond at the simple gesture of a homecooked meal for his boy.
Even with his head still bowed, Izuku’s growing smile was evident as he leaned into the comforting touch. The small gesture seemed to rejuvenate him, and he dashed back to his studies with renewed energy, making swift progress compared to his earlier sluggish pace.
With their stomachs and hearts full, both Master and Successor went to bed content, their minds drifting into a peaceful sleep, each wishing sweet dreams across the dreamscape.
“I’m really glad you caught me back then,” Midoriya suddenly says, breaking the rhythmic silence. All Might tilts his head, a puzzled expression flickering across his face.
“Eh? What do you mean, young Midoriya?” All Might responds, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
I'm late to this, @dadmightweek but I wrote a lil drabble for Day 1! Takes place before Sports Festival Arc! No warnings except some shenanigans and very minor injuries because Izuku is good at that :')
Day 1: Quirk Training/Recovery
Granules of sand whip through the air, stinging All Might’s face as the early morning light filters through a veil of gray clouds. The soft glow casts elongated shadows of Midoriya and himself across the damp ground, where the young hero is focused on refining his quirk control. Midoriya is crouched low, his posture resembling a coiled spring, which Toshinori initially assumes is part of his stretching routine.
“I’m really glad you caught me back then,” Midoriya suddenly says, breaking the rhythmic silence. All Might tilts his head, a puzzled expression flickering across his face.
“Eh? What do you mean, young Midoriya?” All Might responds, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
“You know... When we first met,” Midoriya continues, his movements transitioning into a series of squats. “You saved me from that villain, and when I grabbed onto you, you didn’t let go, even when you jumped into the sky.”
Realization dawned on Toshinori, and he couldn't help but chuckle, a warm smile spreading across his face. Being around Midoriya had that effect on him—it made laughter come easier, more frequent. He’d always had a soft spot for children, but with Midoriya, the joy felt more genuine, more effortless. The boy had a way of bringing out the best in people.
“Trust me, with that death grip of yours, letting go wasn’t even an option,” he teased lightly, his tone filled with affection. Midoriya's cheeks flushed as he offered a sheepish smile in response.
“I just—I had so many questions! And I didn’t know you were going to jump so high!” Midoriya defended himself, a nervous laugh escaping as he recalled the moment.
“Such a fanboy,” All Might commented with a playful grin.
As Midoriya completed his tenth squat, he paused, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea, lost in thought. “How’d you do that?” he mused aloud. “You must’ve jumped fifty meters, at least… Have you always been able to do that?”
"Not always. Building skills takes practice, of course," All Might replied, his tone thoughtful as he scratched under his chin. "Things always came naturally to me, but I discovered that the trick is to channel all the power into your calves and the balls of your feet. Then—whoosh!" He waved his hand dramatically, mimicking the explosive burst of energy.
When he turned back to Midoriya, the young hero was crouching much lower than before, his focus intense. "Like this?"
Before All Might could respond, the sand around Midoriya began to shift, spiraling as a fierce wind whipped in all directions. Izuku's hair puffed upward, and his expression hardened with determination.
"Wait, wait—don't—!"
WHOOSH!
In an instant, Midoriya shot into the air at an astonishing speed, leaving a swirling cloud of dust in his wake. All Might's eyes widened in shock as he sharply turned to track the flailing green dot, now rapidly descending from the sky.
"Midoriya!" he shouted, panic lacing his voice as his heart leaped into his throat. Without a second thought, he broke into a sprint, the sound of Midoriya’s distant screams driving him forward.
“Hold on!” All Might yelled, feeling the familiar warmth of One For All igniting within him, crackling through his veins like wildfire. With a mighty push, he launched himself off the ground, soaring through the air at incredible speed.
As he closed the distance, Midoriya’s terrified screams grew clearer, cutting through the rushing wind. The boy spotted All Might through squinted eyes, his arm outstretched, desperate for help.
All Might’s muscular forearm met Midoriya’s grasp, their hands locking in a tight grip as he pulled the young hero to his side. “I gotcha,” he muttered, relief washing over him. But as he glanced downward, his heart skipped a beat.
Beneath them wasn’t the familiar safety of a cityscape or the cushion of a forest. Below was nothing but the vast, unforgiving sea.
“Shit—!” was all All Might could manage before both he and Midoriya plunged into the cold, salty water. Submerged, the roar of the wind was replaced by the muffled, eerie silence of the deep. All Might’s ears plugged, and his heart pounded loudly in his head. The saltwater stung his eyes, but even through the blurry haze, he could see that Midoriya’s eyes were squeezed shut, tiny bubbles escaping from his nose as his green hair floated weightlessly in the disturbed water.
Feeling the firm sea floor beneath him, All Might braced himself and pushed off with his legs, propelling them both upward. They broke the surface with a gasp, the cold air rushing into their lungs.
“I’ve got you,” All Might reassured, the words escaping almost by reflex, adrenaline still surging through his veins. Midoriya, though winded, appeared unharmed, his wide eyes blinking away the water.
“Come on,” All Might urged, steadying Midoriya as he began to pull them both back toward the shore.
Once Izuku felt the sea floor beneath his feet, he released his vice-like grip on All Might and began to clamber out of the water. The waves, fortunately gentle, allowed both of them to make their way back to the dry sand.
Collapsing onto the gritty surface, both heroes gasped for breath, their chests heaving. Midoriya was the first to speak, his voice breaking the rhythmic sound of the waves. “I’m really sorry—” he exhaled shakily. “I didn’t think—I’d go that far.”
“Are you—” All Might began, his voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration. He paused to swallow, his normally voluminous hair now flattened and plastered against his forehead. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He questioned with exasperation.
Midoriya flopped onto his back, the sand clinging to his damp clothes. He stared up at the sky, his hair a tousled mess around him. “I’m not trying to,” he said with a weary sigh, the corners of his mouth turning down in apology. “I just let my curiosity get the better of me. I wanted to test it out, but I forgot I’m not as skilled as you.”
All Might wiped his damp face and walked closer to Izuku, letting his brief annoyance fade. With a resigned sigh, he shook his head and sat down beside him, his large frame casting a shadow over the young hero.
“Sheesh, Young Midoriya,” All Might muttered, his tone a mix of bewilderment and affection. He coughed into the crook of his elbow, a few spatters of blood staining his skin, but quickly refocused on Midoriya. Extending a hand, he offered it to the boy with a gentle smile.
Midoriya hesitated briefly, then accepted the hand with a sheepish grin, using it to pull himself up. As he settled his weight on one foot, a sharp pain shot through him, and he winced, instinctively leaning heavily against All Might.
“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” All Might asked, his voice immediately filled with concern.
“Um—my leg. It hurts,” Izuku admitted, his voice clipped with pain.
A surge of worry washed over All Might, thoughts of broken bones flashing through his mind. He knelt in the sand looking upon the young hero’s now hovering leg.
“May I?” All Might asked gently, his voice filled with concern.
Izuku extended his leg toward him, wincing slightly. All Might carefully examined the pale skin, noting the absence of significant bruising. He took his sneakered foot, moving it with utmost caution, turning it gently in different directions.
Izuku let out a pained grunt, his eyes squeezing shut whenever All Might adjusted the angle of his ankle.
“Sorry,” All Might murmured softly, his expression serious. “I think you’ve sprained your ankle. You might have pulled some muscles in your leg, but from what I can see, there are no obvious fractures.”
Izuku sighed deeply, the weight of disappointment evident in his voice. “Well, that’s going to be a setback for training…”
“Yeah, maybe you could think things through a bit more before launching yourself into the sky next time?” All Might said, releasing Izuku’s slender leg with gentle care.
“Sorry,” Izuku mumbled, his gaze dropping to the sand, avoiding eye contact.
All Might turned his back to the young hero, remaining seated on the ground, and gestured behind him with a thumb. “Hop on. I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Huh?” Izuku sputtered, caught off guard.
“Come on! Piggyback ride!” All Might urged, his tone firm yet kind. “You need to ice that ankle and lie down.”
“It’s okay, I can walk, All Might! I promise!” Izuku protested, his voice growing more flustered.
“No!” All Might interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I know how you are—you’ll only make your injury worse if you try to walk on it. So get on, already.” His insistence was clear, leaving no room for compromise.
Izuku’s freckled face turns a bright shade of red, but he said nothing further, clamping his mouth shut as he approached his mentor. He wrapped his arms around All Might’s collarbone and carefully swung his uninjured leg over his hip. All Might, mindful of the delicate situation, secured Izuku’s legs under his arms, pulling him close as Izuku nestled as far into him as possible.
“All right, let’s go!” All Might announced, finally rising to his feet with Izuku secured on his back.
Izuku buried his face in All Might’s shoulder, his damp, sea-salt-scented hair brushing against the side of All Might’s face. “This is crazy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.
All Might shook his head with a faint smile.
Izuku’s voice was tinged with concern as he spoke up again. “I hope I’m not too heavy for you…”
“I can carry five adult civilians at once, my boy. One fanboy is hardly a challenge,” All Might said with a reassuring chuckle.
Izuku couldn’t argue with that.
“In fact, you’re lighter than I’d like. We need to make sure you’re eating more! Your body will thank you for it,” All Might added, his tone mixing concern with a hint of playful admonishment.
Izuku laughed lightly, embarrassment continuing to color his cheeks. “Only if you promise to eat with me,” he proposed, a playful glint in his eye.
“You’ve got a deal, Young Midoriya,” All Might agreed, his smile broadening as he continued to carry his young protégé home.
Dadmight week is a new prompted art/writing event in the mha fandom centered around the familial relationship between All Might (Toshinori Yagi) and his successor Izuku Midoriya (Deku) from MHA! It happens yearly, on August 25th-31st.
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It slips out of Toshinori's mouth five months into beach training.
Son. I just called him my son.
Rating:
General Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
Gen
Fandom:
僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Relationships:
Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Original Female Character(s)
Characters:
Yagi Toshinori | All Might Midoriya Izuku Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might Yagi Toshinori | All Might-centric POV Yagi Toshinori | All Might Proud Yagi Toshinori | All Might Original Character(s) my OCs are pestering All Might to share his feelings again Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Family Fluff Word Count: 1.000-5.000 One Shot Found Family Father-Son Relationship Food as a Metaphor for Love
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English
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Published: 2022-06-10 Words: 1820 Chapters: 1/1
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I haven't gave you any prompts in a very long time and I don't even know if you are still accepting them, but here it goes:
Shota accidentally hears Shoto asking Izuku again if he was All Might's secret and Izuku denying it before saying "I really wish I was All Might or Aizawa-sensei's son". Shota loves is problem child like he was his own son and makes sure that Izuku knows that.
I hope you like this prompt and if you can drop a dadzawa hug in there, I would appreciate it.
Thank you for always writing my dadzawa and dadmight ideas 🥰😘
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Wow, this is so sweet! Thank you for the submission. I am still taking requests, and this one sounds so freakin cute, so ofc, I'll add you to the list. <3
Aizawa and his emo hairstyle . I'm bad at explaining but I hope it's clear what I mean (kinda cringed but I think it would be even weirder if I didn't explain why Eri is here)
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