All Might x Student!Reader (Boku no Hero Academia)

Chapter 13 - Fragments of Tomorrow

You stood in front of All Might's office, stomach twisting with a mix of nerves and excitement. Five books weighed down your bag, and you weren't even sure if they'd be useful for the essay. History wasn't your thing, but you needed something to back you up. You also couldn't stop asking yourself one question: Why had he called me to his office?

Your hand tightened on the strap of your bag as you took a deep breath. You knocked three times, feeling like each tap was louder than it should have been. The door opened easily, and you stepped inside, bracing yourself for what awaited. As soon as you walked in, you saw him—All Might, sitting sideways at his desk, flipping through papers.

It wasn't the All Might in his hero costume. No, that version of him was awe-inspiring, larger than life, the kind of figure who demanded attention and respect. And, yeah, whenever you saw him in the iconic red and blue suit, your heart did a little somersault, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. But that wasn't the version of him that made your chest flutter with something you didn't dare name.

It was this version. The one sitting in a suit, his frame just as imposing, but in a different way. The dark blue suit jacket stretched over his broad shoulders, paired with a crisp white shirt and a red tie, of course. You hated how your pulse quickened at the sight of him like this—calm, in control, and entirely unaware of the way he made your stomach flip.

The door creaked loudly as you shut it behind you, making you wince. You glanced up, and his sharp eyes locked onto yours. His usual smile broke across his face, bright and genuine, and you felt your face heat up immediately. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. Why does he always have to smile like that?

You straightened up, trying to act like your usual awkward self had been left outside the room. You managed a smile back, forcing yourself to keep it casual, though it cost you every ounce of willpower. It wasn't often you could meet his eyes for more than a second.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, All Might-sensei," you began, quickly placing your books and bag on the first desk in front of his. "I couldn't decide which ones were best."

You settled into the chair, doing your best to act like nothing was wrong, like your heart wasn't hammering in your chest. You forced yourself to look straight into his eyes.

"It's fine," he said, waving it off with that same easy-going smile. He reached for one of the books, flipping it over in his hands like it might reveal some great secret. "What did you bring? Some completely boring books on a subject that's probably just as thrilling, huh?"

He held up one of the heavier ones, a thick green-covered book on the uprisings during the Meiji era. You barely suppressed a grimace. Of course, he was right. You weren't interested in the topic at all. History wasn't your thing. You were more into solving complex math problems or analyzing literature. This...this just made you want to fall asleep.

He chuckled, setting the book down. "Well, I promised I'd help, didn't I? So, let's get to work. Though..." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Maybe let's not mention this to Midnight, okay? She'll kill me if she finds out I'm bending the rules here."

You blinked at him, momentarily thrown off. "Wait, help me? With the essay?" Your confusion was genuine. You'd thought he was just going to give you some quick training advice, maybe check on your progress.

"Did I not mention that?" He scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, now you know. We've got about two hours, so we'll have to move fast. But don't worry, I'm sure we can manage it. You might need to train an extra day to make up for this, though. Sound fair?