My Forest Made of Glass (All Might/Toshinori x Y/N.

Colosal moon.

As I continue walking alongside Deku, a sense of tranquility washed over me, amplified by the gentle group of his hand around my wrist.

The city lights flickered above us. Casting a beautiful glow on the street and night air.

The moon seem to speak in hush tones, whispering, and secret language, I long to understand.

Only my wishes could come true. I thought, imagining this very night as a recurring gift from fate...

Sadly nothing can last forever, nature always wants us back.

Just like plants that eventually wither and die, despite our best efforts to keep them alive.

All things are bound to change and to survive you must accept.

Despite the challenges, I faced I was grateful for the life I had.

My parents though not always understanding.

We're never too concerned with my whereabouts, even though they could easily track me through my debit card. Living in Japan was far from easy.

Especially because my parents are foreigners, though I dont assume Japanese people were racist.

I couldn't deny that my parents expectations had a negative impact on our life here.. They had moved us here because they believed it would be easier to live in a country that they assumed.

Was stereotypically 'reserved'

I learned the hard way that stereotypes weren't always accurate.

The Japanese people I have met or kind of fun to be around, contrary to what my parents had believed.

I couldn't help to feel - slight mix of frustration and sadness for my parents, knowing my parents stubbornness and narrowmindedness has played a struggle in our life.

My life.

Their reservation was largely due to not interacting with foreigners as often as people might think. There is nothing wrong with that.

It seems understandable because I would be unsure of seeing people who didn't look like the majority. It's totally valid to feel such a way.

Was incredible, but I couldn't help to feel sad for those were suffering in the city. It was a bittersweet reality of Japan.

A small crowd of people filled the streets little by little as we walked, their shadow stretching and sinking under the dim street lights.

Despite the numbers, I kept the watchful eye on our surroundings, ready to defend Deku by any means necessary if the need arose.

So he was always gentle and polite to everyone there was a vulnerability to him that told me to a protective instinct inside.

The way he struggled to stand up to Bakugou infuriated me to the point of rage.

In the Americas we didn't tolerate bowling like how they would ignore it here in Japan.

And if they were our friends, we wouldn't hesitate to defend those who couldn't defend themselves.

We had simple morals to how weak a person was. We never went after the weak people who couldn't do shit for themselves.

We always try to place dominance everywhere. We walked by fighting people stronger and smarter than us.

Hitting People who were weak as hell was a pussy move.

Even for a girl.

The only way we would only let that slide if it was something verbal, but even so there's no point in doing that.

But the realization dawned me- this isn't like in the Americas.

I couldn't respond to any perceived threat with fist and force.

As we walked, I felt a pang of homesickness missing the familiar sites and sounds of my country in a way.

Even if it wasn't the best condition it was home.

But as I looked up to the moon, casting it silvery light upon us,

I realize that there was beauty to be found in this new land as well in the people and experiences that it brought my way.

As we made our way down the families street I couldn't help but notice the same route we had taken on our previous journey.

Now we were on our way to Deku's house.

A destination that felt both familiar and knew all at once.
I walked and glanced over Deku, studying the lines of his face as we walked side-by-side.

The streetlight cast shadows upon his features..
Giving him a melancholic appearance.

"Huh- you should smile more"

"Uh- eh- me?"

"Who else? I tilted my head slightly and smirked subtlety.

"Mm" he nods and smiles softly

"That's much better- hey- how long do you think it's going to take us?"

"Maybe just like last time."

I let out a deep sigh

"I should've ran without you"

He snapped a glance at me narrowing his eyes.

"You always leave me behind Y/N. I never got to see your house before."

"Gee leweeez bud! Calm down- it's not personal. I just got a shitty building bud."

He takes and me and nodded.

"Well I only wanted to know just in case for emergencies"

"You should've said that in the first place"

"Sorry- my communication sucks ass sometimes-" he covers his mouth

I realized why he did that, and it was only because he wasn't used to swearing , looks like I was rubbing off him slowly.

"You?! Your communication sucks ass?? Deku, I never would have ever never fucking guessed. But you're right you're communication Is crap. I can see that every time you decide on tsking me or grunting over a response" I playfully teased in an aggressive manner

After time we finished the journey to the front of his house after countless and hour of getting on the bus and some minutes walking.

"Well this is going to be a fun night" I stared at Deku in the corner of my eyes