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Sincerely Yours

Summary:

He had left you.
He had lied.
Well, he had kept — and was keeping — the truth from you. Same difference.

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In which You and All-Might try to pick up the remnants of your relationship, one drabble at a time.

Cohesive story in drabble form because I've lost all control over my life but I still want to contribute to something I've grown to love quite a lot.

Notes:

So this was originally going to be a huge one-shot kinda deal but the idea of it being in bite-sized drabble form, one step at a time, seems more appropriate to the nature of the story and - oh what the hell am I kidding it's because it helps me with the workload, okay?

Haha, well, maybe it's a bit of both? Narrative-wise very helpful AND good for me.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Dream

Chapter Text

1. Dream


He couldn’t pursue you. 

He shouldn’t be able to — not after how he treated you.

But in dreams, where the disappointment didn’t linger around like the air he breathed and your hands were warm and your eyes were still soft and didn’t avoid his own, he allowed himself to …

“Toshi …”

You were on top of him, allowing your weight to come down on him softly.

Toshinori buckled in his dream, grasping on to one of the pillows so tightly he would surely tear it apart if he still possessed that type of strength.

“(Y/n) … yes …”

In dreams, his guilt melted away, his spirit was clean and there was time for everything; for soft “I love yous” to be whispered in your ear and for “never agains” to be muttered in between sweaty kisses.

In his imagination, your pace above him was steady — he could almost feel you for real. Your warmth swallowing him again, and again, and again.

He could hear his name on your lips, your hands against his chest, using him for the leverage you needed to —

And the shock and disputable realness of the half-dream forced his eyes open, consciousness assaulting all of Toshinori's senses.

The silence was striking.

And quickly, before he could register the first slab of morning sunlight on his skin, Toshinori was reminded of the reality.

He had left you.

He had lied.

He had kept — and was keeping — the truth from you.

Same difference.

And you — wherever you were then— were upset with him. Something inside Toshinori ached at the thought; somewhere, you were existing, fighting without him, living without him, hating him. It was almost too much to handle.

With all his might, Toshinori released the pillow, his handprint embedded into its case, fading as the cotton inside was given its life back.

Shit.

Chapter 2: Awkward

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

2. Awkward


He landed on the roof, then raised with a contented sigh.

“Thanks, mysterious hero,” he said. “Usually, I have that sort of thing completely under control, but I guess —”

Toshinori halted, every muscle tensing as he turned and caught sight of who it was that had just assisted him.

You were looking up at him. Your expression as if you had just been stricken, eyes protruded and frozen on him.

Toshinori felt everything inside him turn cold, scream for him to recoil. Everything and anything that had felt joyful after the villain’s glorious defeat had turned to dust at the sight of you.

Toshinori felt himself flinch — for his sake, he hoped it had been imperceptible — as you moved your head away.

“Hi.” You said, resigned.

“Uh —” He snapped his attention back on the skyline as if he'd never taken eyes off it. “Hey …”

A silence that could cut teeth passed, and for a minute or an eternity, the two of you stood there, watching the sunset amid a forest of buildings. Between you was the past, lingering, waiting for one of you to burst out and mention it.

But Toshinori saw you take a breath in his peripheral vision, saw your chest heave and collapse with a shudder. Whether the cold had gotten to you or his mere presence was the cause, he had no clue.

You stepped over, one foot dangling over the edge of the building’s roof.

“I …” Toshinori began, his heroic stance relaxed now that you couldn’t see him, “… guess I’ll be seeing yo —”

Before you could finish you let yourself drop over the edge, and you were gone.

The silence — save for the sound of cars and people flooding the sidewalks from below — was like a door slam.

Well, Toshinori thought, that sucked.

 

Notes:

Did I mention that Toshi's inner monologue is one of my favorite things about mha? I probably should have.

Chapter 3: Squabble Between Adults

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

3. Squabble Between Adults


Izuku Midoriya wasn’t stupid.

But, he knew that he wasn’t necessarily in-tuned to everything around him all the time, either. If there was anything he paid attention to, it was All-Might.

If there was anything he’d notice immediately, it would be someone’s response to All-Might.

And there was no mistaking it —

You and All-Might had history.

The rest of Class A noticed as well — Tsuyu-chan and Fumikage were observant, quietly waiting for more details. Kaminari and Kirishima jumped to conclusions: you hated him, some robbery went awry leaving the two of you at odds for life, and some story that Midoriya hadn’t been around for and only caught minor details of. Something about you and All-Might, volcanoes and Bigfoot.

Midoriya found himself more in the middle.

He wanted to ask; there were times when the questions danced on his lips, waiting for him to gather up the courage to ask, but … Maybe it wasn’t his place? Maybe it was none of his business? After all, All-Might had a way of weaving his way out of questions he’d asked him in the past.

Or maybe …

“Midoriya, my boy!”

Midoriya startled; he’d been so immersed in thought (maybe Uraraka was right and he did have an overthinking problem?) that he hadn’t seen All-Might down the hall, hand in wave.

A pulse of anxiety rushed through Midoriya — do it, do it now — as he raised his hand to wave back. “A-All-Might!”

All-Might was in front of him before he knew it, placing a fatherly hand on his shoulder. “How are you? Classes going well, I hope!”

Midoriya looked up at All-Might, matching his mentor’s near-perennial smile with a weak one of his own, and realized, for what could be the first time, that maybe …

I mean, the personal life of heroes … they’re usually messy but All-Might, of all people …

All-Might’s grin faltered, just a little. “Is everything all right?”

“O-Oh! Yeah! I, um …” Midoriya trailed. Just do it. “All-Might, is there … something between you and (h/n)-san?”

A pause. If Midoriya didn’t know All-Might, hadn’t spent so much analyzing him, he would have brushed off the near imperceptible somber that came over All-Might’s face before the smile returned.

But he did know him, more than most people in the world. He did notice.

“Oh, it’s nothing, my boy!”

An unusually strong pat on Midoriya’s shoulder that probably would have made his knees buckle if not for the power of One for All that now ran through his veins.

“Just a little squabble between adults. Don’t worry about such things!”

Midoriya said nothing.

All-Might turned his head to the windows that outlined the hallway, eyes flickering to the sky. He removed his hand from Midoriya’s shoulder. “Now, you’ve better get to class, before you miss something important!”

He passed Midoriya before he could say anything more.

“It wouldn’t do for you to miss a second of your heroic education!”

 

Notes:

These drabbles aren’t really drabbles but it’s my excuse for writing really short chapters hehe. Did you know that 250 words was an entire page? That’s what I aim for most of the time now, no more no less (but hopefully more haha).

I just love Deku so much dude I hoped I characterized him to everyone's satisfaction because he's honestly the best. Why I don't have a Deku figure in my room somewhere I'll never know.

*shia labeouf voice* JUST DO IT.

Notes:

I was thinking about calling this we don't talk anymore' you know after the song? Just ... seems to fit the theme of the story, eh? Oh well.

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