Boku No Hero Academia x Reader [Oneshots]

Another Day [Yagi Toshinori/All Might]

[A/N: Requested by a person on Quotev ^^]

In the end, it was always like this.

You'd never believe that silence could be so loud.

The air felt heavy and it was hard to breath with the lump in your throat. You felt tears in corners of your eyes threatening to fall.

"I love the sparks in your eyes, they're the most beautiful constellation I've ever seen."

Your chest felt constricted like it was bandaged too tightly. As if it wasn't hard to breathe already.

"The rising and falling of your chest always lulls me to sleep no matter what. One day, I'm gonna put the ring on your finger and spend the rest of my days making you happy and even that won't be enough to thank you for that comfort."

His words rang in your mind. He knew you felt the same; it was like you two had some sort of competition who'll think of more sweet nothings going on.

Then why was he doing this to you? Why did he make you pull your knees to your chest in vain attempt to calm down, hugging them with your hands to stop them from shaking? And the hot prickling of tears, the effort needed to suck air into your lungs... was that nothing to him? That must be the case. Why else would he be standing in front of the crowd, his booming laughter loud enough to be heard on the other side of the pacific? That was not the problem of course. You knew how much he loved attention and praise. Always the crowd-pleaser. No, your deal was not that but the trembling of his muscles. The slight tension is his expression that goes unnoticed to all the anonymous faces in the crowd. His time was running out. Again. He was hurt. Again. And oh-so badly. The steam was slowly rising from his body. Just the slightest hint of smoke that could easily be written of as smudge on the TV screen.

You briefly considered just turning the damned thing off. But then again, you would be left alone without a chance to learn anything. You bit the corner of your thumb and pulled at the skin there in another futile attempt to calm yourself. Why didn't they say anything? The screen in front of you was showing a picture of heavily damaged streets. You didn't understand why the hell news needed such dramatic shots anyway. Just get back to the man everyone cares about! Finally, the picture changed and it was showing the place where he stood. Only he did so about a minute ago as the reporter informed the watchers. You almost threw the remote against the screen, gripping the damn thing so hard your knuckles turned white. After a bit you simple huffed and settled for harshly tossing it to the other side of the couch.

And now what? Wait? As if you could just calmly sit here while the love of your life might be out there somewhere, beaten and vulnerable. You chewed on the inside of your cheek while contemplating your options, eyes still fixed on the screen. You should have just turned it off, those idiots didn't even try to pursue him.

Just as you were about to get up and write a very rude and enraged email to the station to blow some steam off, the front door were unlocked and you heard faint sound of someone toeing off their shoes. You let out a breath and close your eyes, your anger dissipating completely. He made it. That was enough for now. You slowly stood up and walked across the room to lean against the bedroom door. You scanned the intruder carefully. It now seemed he was unharmed. It almost made you sneer. He had the audacity to bother the poor lady again. Then again, you were also to blame. If seeing him hurt didn't upset you so much, he wouldn't do it. At least he is alright now, you decided.

He was still wearing the loose white button-up (you remembered it fitting tightly just few hours ago when he left, your heart dropped at the thought) and khaki jeans. His blond hair hung limply down, framing his sharp features and glowing blue eyes. Just how much you loved that color, not even the shade of ocean in the summer could compare to it. And they made him look so cute when he was giving you his best puppy eyes – like he was doing right now. "Welcome home, baby," you said softly, careful not to let your voice break and made your way to your, very tired, boyfriend, immediately circling your arms around his neck. Arguing was the last thing he needed right now. With a gentle, and very much surprised, smile on his lips he leaned down to kiss you. "Hey, how were you?" He smiled and rubbed your noses together. He tried to hide his exhaustion but you noticed. You always noticed. Three years were three years after all; almost nothing could escape your trained eyes. You bit your lower lip painfully, almost drawing blood, so you wouldn't blurt out what was occupying your mind at the moment. It could wait. Talking with him about this in his current state wouldn't solve anything. "Fine, I guess," you muttered, avoiding his gaze. He raised an eyebrow, but you simply shook your head. "Go shower, you're so sweaty," you tried to lift the mood by scrunching your nose and tapped his bony chest lightly, almost afraid you'd broke him if you add more pressure. It was alright, he didn't know this was the reason, thinking you were just too sweet to hit him even playfully. "Mean," he pouted but passed by you, not spinning you around and planting a sweet kiss to your lips one more time like he usually did. He was too tired to address your tense body and obvious distress. But it was alright. You've grown used to it and didn't mind, knowing that he barely saw straight. Another sigh escaped your lips as you laid down on the bed and picked up your phone to browse the world wide web.