MHA One-Shots

All Might's Funeral

Type - Angst

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TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SOME STRONG LANGUAGE

SHIP: BAKUDEKU

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Izuku's POV:

He was gone.. The man I had looked up to since, what, three? I don't remember exactly the age I found out who he was, but I do remember I was a toddler. You know, the good moments with zero cares in the world, zero worries about tomorrow. All of it was wholesome, all of it was easy; so fucking easy. I'm twenty-one now, and now that my idol, my role model, the only father figure I ever had in my life, was gone.. God, I don't know what the fuck to do.. Maybe I'm being vain, maybe I'm focusing too much on myself, but this all hurts... He was the man who helped me reach the number one spot. He was the man who, although he was an awful teacher, helped me in ways I didn't know existed.

It is the day of Toshinori's funeral, and I don't know if I'm prepared to go. Again, I know it's not only me who's hurting, but am I not allowed to grief? Maybe I'm grieving too much..

I was standing in front of the mirror, my sorrowful expression staring right back at me. I am in an all black suit with golden cufflinks, and a black tie. I couldn't help but fidget with the golden accents, my eyes falling onto my hands. Bags sat under my eyes as I tried to prepare somewhat for the upcoming event. I knew no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to prepare, but I still tried. I still hoped.

Kacchan stepped foot outside the bathroom, but I was still too focused on my reflection. I only knew he had stepped outside the bathroom because I had seen it from the corner of my eye. He must've noticed how distant I was, because he lessened the distance between us, and rested his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my waist. Tears spiked the backs of my eyes, and a sob was caught in my throat.

"How're you doing, Izuku?" The first name that spilled from his mouth was still so unfamiliar to me, but I shrugged the oddness off. It seemed like a foolish question to ask, obviously I wasn't doing well, but I appreciated the consideration that lurked in his voice.

The tears shot to the front of my eyes, some droplets escaping and rolling down my cheeks. The caught sob finally escaped, and my hand covered my mouth quickly. Kacchan spun me around, and kept his arms wrapped around my waist. I couldn't help but press my face into his shoulder, my hands clutching the back of his tux jacket. The sobs that escaped my mouth sounded horrendous, but I didn't care. Not now, not ever.

Seconds turned into minutes before I finished my breakdown. I pulled away from my husband, and quickly wiped my eyes. I stared down at the ground, a slight shakiness moving my scarred hands. I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder, causing my gaze to rise. My eyes met my lover's eyes, and a gentle smile grew on his face.

"It's going to be alright, love. We'll get through this together." His words were silky smooth, a gentle wave seemingly flooding his tone. It was comforting, to say the least, but that didn't mean it lessened the pain. He grabbed my hands, and his thumbs gently grazed over each forbidden scar. I couldn't help but slightly smile at Kacchan's unsurprising act of kindness.

Before I knew it, we were in the car, and Kacchan's hand was easily squeezing my thigh. A blank stare sat on my face as I stared outside of the passenger window, each speeding tree and bush rushing past my gaze. There was an uneasy, yet comfortable silence sitting between us two as my hand fell on top of my husband's scarred hand. Just three short months ago, Kacchan and I has officially gotten married, and All Might sat in the front row. The most proud smile sat on his face as Kacchan and I shared our vows, as we kissed, as he shared his meaningful, but hilarious, speech with all of the guests. Tears swamped his eyes as he held me in a hug and wished me the best of luck with my, (and I quote), "angry pomeranian". He had been there, smiling and laughing. He was 71 at the time, about to turn 72, but he was living his best life. Everyone knew he was dying, but the reality of it all hadn't hit.