BNHA Oneshots + Imagines

Yeah, Right (Shouta Aizawa x Toshinori Yagi)

The first time Aizawa does it, he doesn't think about the 'why'. After all, it seems logical enough.

It's All Might's fifty-first birthday and Aizawa expects the fresh batch of new students to want to surprise the older man with something special for the day of. Only, when he gets to class that morning, he hears them all talking about how they're too shy to so boldly approach their teacher and give him a birthday gift. While Aizawa imagines that All Might will get plenty of gifts and letters in his P.O. box, none of them will actually be from anyone he knows- random fans, even some stalkers- all people that he has no connection with.

Aizawa knows All Might well enough to know that the only people he wants anything from are going to be his students and fellow heroes- people he knows, people who care. Aizawa remembers that All Might doesn't have a family to celebrate with and frowns as he sits at his desk listening to the children rattle on about the former number one hero.

When All Might walks in to take over the class for his heroics lesson, he looks Aizawa in the eye and offers a small smile. For whatever reason, said smile makes Aizawa's heart skip a beat, so he doesn't smile back. Instead, he leaves, rushing to the local grocery store even though he knows he's supposed to be doing lesson planning. When he returns, he smuggles the little bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates into the lounge through his duffle bag.

All Might's locker is always stupidly left unlocked (because 'none of my fellow hereos would meddle with my belongings' , according to the older man), so Aizawa puts the presents there with a note but no name.

'Happy birthday, number one. Hope you have a good year.'

It's simple and plain enough to not give away who it's from. Perfect.

Aizawa doesn't feel too nervous as he shuts the locker and retreats to sit at the round table. It's lunch time now, so the sound of loud teenagers bustling down the hallway rings in Aizawa's ears. He buries his head in his hands and groans, only to have a more pressing problem when the door is slammed open just seconds later.

He glances up to see All Might, standing in the doorway, the front of his pink button-up shirt soaked with blood.

"All Might," Aizawa stands up and grabs a washcloth to wet, then brings it over to All Might. He wipes the blood off of the older man and glances up at him with a scowl. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh, Aizawa," All Might offers a weak smile and takes the washcloth from Aizawa's hands so he can clean himself up. Aizawa stands there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an answer. "I'm fine! Just a normal day for me, coughing up blood, though I'm starting to run out of shirts that aren't blood-stained... Maybe I should start wearing more red."

"You're coughing blood up that often? And in this quantity... That isn't normal," Aizawa scoffs, as annoyed as ever by All Might's alarming normalization of his declining health. "When's the last time you've been to a doctor?"

"Back after we fought Shigaraki and the Paranormal Liberation Front."

"No, I mean for a normal check up. When's the last time you've been to a doctor for something other than a grievous, hero-work-related injury?"

"Oh, I haven't been since..." All Might trails off, tossing the washcloth in the dirty laundry and thinking to himself. Meanwhile, Aizawa moves to dig through his own locker for an extra shirt that All Might can have- God knows the former number one hero is never prepared enough to keep a change of clothes handy. Aizawa finds the largest one he has, an oversized black sweater that he likes to sleep in sometimes. It's just long enough that it'll fit All Might's weirdly oversized frame perfectly, so Aizawa takes the shirt out and tosses it at the older man. "Hm... I actually don't know."