Symbiote (MHA x F!READER)

1 | Reminiscing of the past

01. Chandelier, Will Paquin (on repeat)

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What use is a hero who can't save the world upon call? 

That pestering question roamed All Might's mind constantly. Ever since his fatal blow during his fight against All For One, he wasn't what he used to be. He was once the great hero who'd be available at any moment, anywhere. Now he had to keep track of how much time he had before de-transforming into the real man behind the smiles and all-powerful looks: Toshinori Yagi.

A regular Japanese citizen, the persona he used when in dire need of peace. A regular human who could walk the streets completely unnoticed. Even if his true form wasn't what he'd love to be, it was true, it was him—the real him under the mask, a human with nothing to hide.

With one hand in his pocket, he tried to find the coins as he stepped across the counter.

"How can I help you tonight sir?" The young boy asked, paying him no mind as he looked for something through the cashier. Toshinori's eyes traveled to the beer aisle and sighed. The luxury of alcohol was something that the fight also took away from him. It stole from him the luxury of drinking anything too strong.

He glanced at the boy and placed a bottle of iced tea over the counter. "I'll be getting this", he said, dropping the coins. The boy nodded, checking the item.

"Thank you for your purchase. Have a good night", he said to Toshinori who was already walking away with the iced tea in one hand, taking a good sip of it.

The night was calm and hot, as every summer night in Hosu. He wandered through the city and observed the people rushing to their homes, the occasional young adults gathering in bars, the ramen shops, the closing stores, and a couple here and there. The beauty of the mundane, ordinary moments, devoid of flashing lights, buzzing noise, violence, and so on.

'Tomorrow will be a good day,' he thought to himself. 'Kids will like the training.' He smiled.

USJ training was something he'd worked on along with Aizawa and Nezu. A special opportunity to learn in action different hero duties, for it wasn't all just violence and fame. One of the most important tasks a hero had was that of rescue.

'Young Midoriya will like it.'  He thought. His apprentice, a young good soul with great dreams, a boy that somewhat reminded him of himself all those years ago. It was bittersweet, reminiscing of the past.

Taking a glance at the night sky, Toshinori smiled.

"You would've liked him, you know?" He murmured to nothingness, raising his tea in a small gesture of cheers before taking a sip of his iced tea. It was during calm nights like these that he missed her awfully: The great Nana Shimura. His mentor was one of the most wonderful people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

A sudden, loud thump echoed from a nearby alley. Toshinori's head snapped into the alley's direction, frowning. Some seconds passed in silence, then a loud grunt followed by trash falling over the floor. He had to be careful, his hero form had only a few minutes left. He glanced around, but there was no other hero to be found. He rushed to the source of the mess with the phone in hand set to dial Aizawa before he stopped in his tracks.

A girl no older than his students lay on the dirty alley floor. Ripped and tarnished clothes barely did something to cover her up, and where skin showed it came accompanied by the sight of blood. He rushed in, forgetting he was wearing the skin of a regular citizen, not that of the great hero All Might. He couldn't help it: whenever someone needed help, he'd run without double thinking about it.