Matcha || (An All Might X Reader)

Sixteen 💘

Toshi smiled, his thoughts drifting to his life as All Might for a moment. He looked at you, feeling at ease with you by his side, and he realized he would eventually have to confess. But not tonight. Tonight was about you and him, enjoying each other's company.

"Do you want to watch something else?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Hmm, maybe," you replied, snuggling closer. "But only if you promise not to make fun of my choices."

"I promise," he said, laughing.

You chose a lighthearted comedy, and as the show began, you both relaxed into a peaceful silence, occasionally sharing glances and smiles. Toshi felt a warmth in his chest he hadn't felt in a long time.

As the credits rolled, you glanced up at him. "Thank you, Toshi. For tonight. I needed this."

"I did too," he admitted.

It didn't take long for the exhaustion to set in. You yawned, and Toshi noticed. "You look tired. Want me to tuck you in?" he teased.

"Only if you're staying," you replied, half-asleep already.

Toshi wanted to stay, but he couldn't. At least, not yet. "I'd love to, but I have an early day tomorrow," he said, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded, understanding. "Alright. But don't think you're off the hook. We're having breakfast together this weekend."

"It's a date," he said, smiling. Once you walked him to the door, He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight, Toshi," you say.

Toshi smiled at you for a moment longer, before leaving.

As he headed home, he couldn't help but feel grateful to have you in his life.

The next morning at U.A., Toshi found himself distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about last night - your laughter, your warmth, and the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him.

During lunch, he sat with Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight.

"Earth to Toshi!" Mic called, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Toshi said, snapping back to reality.

Midnight smirked. "Still thinking about last night?"

Toshi's face turned red. "A little."

"Sounds like it's getting serious," Aizawa commented, his eyes half-closed.

"I really care about her," Toshi admitted.

"So, when are you going to tell her the truth?" Midnight asked, her tone gentle.

Toshi sighed. "I don't know yet. I'm still figuring out how to do it without putting her in danger."

"Well, don't wait too long. Secrets have a way of coming out at the worst times," Aizawa advised.

Toshi nodded, knowing his friend was right. Throughout the day, he contemplated how he could approach you with his confession at the opportune time.

As the evening settled in, Toshi found himself engrossed in his phone, torn between the urge to call you and the hesitation that held him back. Taking a deep breath, he summoned the courage to dial your number.

"Hey, Toshi!" you answered, your voice bright and cheerful.

"Hey, (Y/N). I just wanted to hear your voice," he said, feeling his heart settle when he heard you laugh.

"Aw, that's sweet. How was your day?" you asked.

"It was pretty good. Busy, but good. How about yours?" he replied.

"Pretty good. Just finished dinner. I was thinking about you," you admitted.

"I was thinking about you too," he said softly. "I'm really looking forward to our breakfast date this weekend."

"Me too," you said. "Get some rest, Toshi. You work too hard."

"I will. You as well," he responded, experiencing a blend of fondness before ending the conversation.

After he ended the call, he knew he had to keep his secret. But he knew his feelings for you were getting stronger by the day, and when the moment was right, he'd tell you everything.

Toshi was in bed, but sleep just wouldn't come. His mind drifted back to the night before, to the moment when you were both on the couch, laughing and playfully fighting over the remote. He still had the memory of your lips on his, your bodies pressed together, and how everything felt perfect in that moment.

But then, his thoughts darkened as he replayed the memory of your hands venturing beneath his shirt. The panic had surged through him, and when he grabbed your wrist. He remembered the look of surprise in your eyes, and the worry that he had hurt you.

His grip tightened instinctively, a reflex born out of the fear that you would catch a glimpse of his scar.

The sight of the large, jagged scar across his side served as a constant reminder of the sacrifices he had made during the battle. The thought of you seeing it, of you knowing the truth about his past, terrified him.

"What if she sees it and it repulses her?" He thought. "What if she can't handle knowing the real me?"

He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. He knew he couldn't hide forever. Right now, all he wanted was to cherish the moments he spent with you, free from the weight of his past.

Toshi finally drifted off to sleep. Your smiling face was the last thing on his mind.

The next morning, as Toshi got ready for work, he resolved to take things one step at a time. He'd have a great time having breakfast with you on the weekend and then he can start opening up more without overwhelming you.

When he got to U.A., he was greeted by the usual busy school scene. Upon arriving at the teachers' lounge, he found Mic and Aizawa already engrossed in a conversation.

"Toshi, looking better today," Mic said with a grin.

"Yeah, I got some rest," Toshi replied, pouring himself a cup of tea. Aizawa gave him a knowing look. "Just remember, take it slow. You don't have to rush anything."

Toshi nodded, grateful for the advice given. When he sat down to check his emails, his phone buzzed. It was a message from you.

Y/n: Morning! Hope you have a great day at work 😊

A smile automatically formed on Toshi's face as he typed his reply.

Toshi: Morning, (Y/N). Thank you, you too! Looking forward to our breakfast date.

Y/n: Me too! Can't wait 😊

He set his phone aside, feeling a fresh wave of determination. He'd find a way to handle his double life, for you and himself.

There's a chance, even a small one, that he could discover a happiness he never thought he would have.