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

Chapter 32 - Unspoken Confessions

You woke up suddenly, stirred from sleep by an overwhelming feeling of heat and something wet clinging to your body. Confused, you opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were in your room—or rather, the temporary bedroom you had been staying in. The dim light of the room only added to the surreal quietness that enveloped you, and in that silence, you could clearly hear the steady beating of your heart. Instinctively, you glanced at your watch. It was almost 7 p.m.

Your stomach churned with emptiness, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. The realization left you uneasy, but the discomfort of your clothes clinging to your sweaty skin overpowered your hunger. With a grimace, you got out of bed, stretching your limbs as you winced in disgust at the sticky feeling. Shower. That was the first thing you needed.

The hot water helped wash away not just the grime of the past day, but the lingering memories of what had happened—the confrontation, the kidnapping, the confession. Your Quirk had worked. Sort of. You managed to escape your captors. That small victory brought a faint smile to your face as you stood beneath the spray of the shower.

When you returned to your room, towel-drying your damp hair, you felt infinitely better. You hung the light green towel on the heater and walked over to the window. It had started raining again—or perhaps it had never stopped. The patter of the raindrops on the glass brought a soothing rhythm, yet the darkness outside reminded you that the night was approaching fast.

Sighing quietly, you sat on the edge of your bed. You felt well-rested—more than you had in a long time—but that didn't stop the hundreds of thoughts racing through your mind. There were so many things to think about, to process.

Case number one: You had finally used your Quirk properly. While it didn't go exactly as planned, it had worked in your favor. There was progress. That in itself gave you hope—hope that maybe things would be different now, that you could start cleaning up the mess you'd made. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you could be someone worthy of standing by All Might's side.

Case number two: You had kicked the butts of the villains who had kidnapped you. A smile tugged at your lips at the memory of their stunned faces when they realized their "great" plan had failed miserably. How satisfying that moment had been. Your mother would have freaked out if she had seen you now. In fact, she'd probably ground you until you turned eighty. Or worse, haunt you after death just to make sure you followed her strict rules. You laughed to yourself at the thought. No way would she praise you for that.

Case number three: the most difficult one to deal with. How were you supposed to look him in the eyes after what you'd said? You had told All Might you were in love with him. The memory made your blood run cold, and you clutched your head in your hands. What had you been thinking? He had turned you down, of course—what else could you have expected? But still, just picturing the moment, the words hanging between you two like an unspoken weight, made you cringe in embarrassment.

He didn't deserve that kind of burden. For him, it must have been troubling, too. A teenager confessing love to him—how awkward it must have been for him to reject you without hurting your feelings. Yet he had done it. He'd let you down gently, and still, your heart ached.

Sighing deeply, you ran a hand through your hair and forced yourself to stand. You couldn't avoid him forever. Eventually, you'd have to face him, apologize, and move on. That's what a hero does, right? Confronts their problems head-on.

With a newfound resolve, you smoothed down your clothes and left your room. Your feet were bare as you walked down the hallway and descended the stairs. The coldness of the floor seeped into your skin, sending small shivers up your spine. You heard movement from the living room—the unmistakable sound of someone moving around. Your heart skipped a beat.