Don't Let Me Fall (Literally)(Oneshot) Toshinori Yagi/ All Might X Reader

Don't Let Me Fall (Oneshot)

You were in your room, playing different games on your ps4 console. You've been playing 5 games for over 3 weeks now, switching from one game to another.

You are so bored out of your mind, no matter if you set the difficulty in the game to CRUSHING, you still find all the games easy to beat. You sigh and put the controller on the small table and turn off the console and TV.

You stretch your back against your comfy chair and rub the back of your neck while standing up.
You look at your watch, 7:24 pm.

"Woah. Time sure passes by fast. No wonder I'm hungry" you say to yourself, holding your tummy. Your stomach started to growl, you groan, trying to ignore the sounds from your stomach.

You steal a glance at your fridge, recalling the memory of putting a few slices of left over pizza earlier.
Your mouth begins to water at the thought of pizza.

'Hmmmmmm. Pizza' you thought, making your stomach growl again.
You chuckled to yourself.

"DIET (F/N). DIET. Remember you're on a DIET." You scolded yourself.

You stretch yet again with a yawn.
'I'm gonna go get some fresh air.' You thought to yourself.
'Away from YOU fridge.' adding mentally as you once again glance back at the fridge.

Grabbing the keys, and your phone, you made your way towards the door.

You open the door and close it, locking it. You put the keys in your pocket and read at the news on your phone.

"ALL MIGHT STOPS A RAMPAGING VILLAIN"
You proceed further in reading the article.

"Wow, that happened like 5 minutes ago, just 3 kilometers away from here." You sigh.

"Too bad , I'd like to see All Might in action, guess that wont happen." you mumbled, head hung low, as you slowly climbed the stairs towards the roof.

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All Might didn't think of getting in a relationship very often. It could mess up his hero work, and his female fans would get incredibly jealous.
However, that never stopped him from thinking about it from time to time.

He was all alone in the edge of a roof around 3 kilometers from where he stopped the villain earlier.
He was hunched over, leaning his body forward, his hands on his knees, his whole body smoking. He was trying catching to his breath..

"This was... a lot... easier...in my previous days....,unlike now." He mumbled to himself between each breath.

He slowly sat himself down at the edge of the building, his labored breath starting to ease down.

He then again... Imagined his dream girl.

'Let's see... (color) eyes are gorgeous, and so is (color) hair... a girl who is understanding and passionate would be ideal'... Oh! Let's not forget body type!

When it came to body type interest, he always had his eye on the thicker ones.
Not only were they breathtaking, but their shapes were a perfect mixture of sexy and adorable, making him go head over heels for those girls.

Simply looking at them being confident and happy made him skip beats in track of his heart.

Not to mention, he wouldn't have to be as delicate with thicker ladies than he would their thinner counterparts.

He wouldn't be as afraid to touch them. His fear of hurting the one he loves wouldn't be as great.

He had decided that, if he ever wanted to settle down, he would go big or go home.