Sunflowers (All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Still Breathing, Still Fighting

Sorahiko picked me up, and we began our drive to the hospital Toshinori was in. I fidgeted, nervous that at any moment I'd get a text on my phone or a call saying that he passed, but it was paranoia. I needed to hold Toshi's hand when he came out of surgery, whisper to him that he would be alright.

In some strange way, I was grateful that we didn't have any children to call our own yet, as this would be twenty times harder to handle emotionally. I had always wished to have even one child with Toshinori, but he said that it would have to be after he found a successor and raised them up to be independent.

"Toshinori is going to want to keep this all quiet." Sorahiko had his eyes trained on the open road in front of him. As we were entering the section of Tokyo that this fight took place in, more and more buildings looked like they were on the verge of collapse. It was a war zone, and Toshinori had come out on top, "The media is gonna ask a ton about this...Help him come up with an excuse."

"I will..." My voice was raspy from crying. I looked out of the window, "At least All For One is dead...I might actually be able to be Toshinori's wife outside of the house now."

"Possibly, but there are still other villains out there that want your husband dead. Granted, they'll be taken down quick by newer waves of pros every year, but it should be sparingly allowed even now...I'm proud of Toshinori...even though he got himself all injured."

We pulled into the hospital parking lot, and I held my bag filled with documents tightly, my knuckles going white on the straps. The lady in the lobby was surprised to hear that the Symbol of Peace was not an eligible bachelor.

"He just came out of surgery...he's in room 888 of the ICU on the fifth floor. The doctors will give you a briefing about his condition."

We hurried up to that level, finding ourselves outside of the room. Outside of it was Sir Nighteye and Naomasa. They both seemed tense, even Nighteye, who probably foresaw this and didn't tell...I hope he didn't and he was just as surprised as all of us.

"Sorry everyone, it's only family that's welcome in for visits." The nurse standing outside said.

"She's his family." Gran Torino pointed to me, "Take out your documents, Y/n."

With shaking hands, I removed the marriage certificate from the bag. I held it out for the nurse to read, "I'm his wife of ten years..."

The nurse was confused and bewildered, to say the least. "Married...? I had no idea All Might was married! Come right this way, Mrs. Yagi!" He opened the door to the recovery room where Toshinori was.

My legs moved before I could even process the open door. I dashed in, almost dropping my bag from just how jittery I was.

My eyes found Toshinori in the hospital bed. On a hook was his bloody, ripped, and shredded hero costume. The one he had come into my flower shop wearing the day he saved me... His injuries were reflected by the marks on the suit; those where were the most bandages were. His whole left side was wrapped in thick gauze, damp from the still-bleeding wound. He had an oxygen mask on his face, his lips stained a crimson from his own blood. His two mighty strands of hair that usually spiked upright laid limp as his arms on either side of his head, the rest of his well-kept hair messy and damaged. Other various injuries of different varieties covered his skin.

"Toshinori..." I nearly collapsed beside the bed, "Sunflower..." I gently touched my hand to the side of his bruised face, and he moved his head into my touch.

His brow furrowed, and he opened his blue eyes, "Y/n...Hello, Y/n."

"Toshi...You're so beaten up, what did he do to you...?" I leaned against the bed and pressed my lips to his forehead.