Sunflowers (All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

It's Better This Way

I felt my hair being rustled, fingers kneading at my scalp comfortingly. My nose scrunched up, and my eyebrows furrowed. I opened my eyes tiredly, yawning and wiping my chin of drool. I looked up and saw Toshinori with a weak smile on his thin lips.

I remembered where I was: sitting on a chair with my head on the bed. I didn't want to be separated from Toshinori in any instance before we fell asleep. I swallowed hard when I saw him again, carefully taking his hand and kissing his bandaged palm.

"Good...what time is it?" My voice was hoarse and I reached down into my bag, lethargically searching for the time; this had been the first time I slept for more than five hours in four days.

"It's morning..." He whispered, sitting up a bit more in his hospital bed. He was covered in various bandages around his forehead, his other arm in a sling.

I sat up, cracking my back and stretching my hands above my head. Finally, a ten-hour nap. I stared at Toshinori and moved my chair closer to his face, leaning in and pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to his mouth. "Oh, I missed you, Toshi."

He kissed back, cupping my cheek in his hand, "I'm sorry that I stressed you out, my dear." He mumbled against my lips.

I chuckled, "I was horrified, but I don't care about that now...you're alive, and that's all that matters to me. Keep kissing me, please."

Toshinori snorted from his nose, kissing me with as much energy as he could muster. I didn't care how good it was, it just needed to be a reminder he was here, breathing and thinking of me.

"Ahem..." I gruff voice in the doorway caught our attention.

Both of us flushed from forehead to collar when we saw Sorahiko walking over to us.

"I see I...came in at a bad time...?" He raised his uncovered eyebrow. He had been beaten up pretty bad as well, using a walking stick that he actually needed now instead of just a prop.

"No, no! We just woke up, that's all, Gran Torino." Toshinori insisted, waving his hand at him defensively and cringing.

"Yeah, a morning kiss!" I giggled, poking Toshinori's cheek and sitting up on the side of his bed.

"Alright...Tsukauchi and I wanted to talk about something...everything regarding what All For One told you, Toshinori..." Sorahiko tapped on the door, and Naomasa entered with his work bag. He looked tired...he probably hadn't gotten much sleep either.

They pulled another chair over, and I listened in.

"Tomura Shigaraki...Shimura's grandson..." Sorahiko had great disdain in his voice.

"Wh...what?" I gasped.

"Yes...All For One told me during the fight..."

I held greedily to Toshi's resting hand, my brow furrowing at the thought. I had never known Nana Shimura...I'm fairly certain I've met her in dreams past, but no...I'd never know the exact struggle this must be.

"After Shimura's husband died, she put her son into foster care to keep him safe...She requested that Toshinori nor I have any connection with the child, even if the worst were to happen to her." Sorahiko explained.

I subtly pressed a hand to my lower stomach, imagining the mother's grief. I couldn't bear to part with my baby, not in any way...

"So your promise to the deceased backfired..." Naomasa concluded.

The conversation seemed to rouse my husband. "I still have work to do...I must find Shigaraki...and-!"

"And do what? Give him a pat on the back? You're not looking to him as the criminal he is anymore... That's dangerous. No matter who he's related to, he's a villain. The child wants you dead, and even though that is the case for the Symbol of Peace, we still have All Might."

I saw Toshinori's eager aura fade, replaced with one of deep contemplation. I could tell he was torn up over this. He felt as if he failed as if he had betrayed his master somehow. That this was his fault.

I gave an extremely mild squeeze to his hand, "It's going to be okay, Toshinori...I know this is difficult for you. That bastard hit too close to home and it hurts...But Gran Torino is right...He's dangerous because All For One manipulated him and destroyed him..." I teared up and sniffled, wiping the waterworks away quickly, "It pisses me off...that All For One did this."

He sighed deeply, keen on the advice. His heart was heavy with the realization.

I swung my feet in the awkward silence, my heel hitting my bag. My heart fluttered as I remembered its contents. I reached for it, my finger barely hooking around one of the straps. I pulled it up into my lap and sifted through it, past the chapstick, the wallet, and the checkbook. I located the box. I smiled softly, holding it in my hands. "Um...I don't mean to flip this conversation on its head...but, Toshi, I have a gift for you. I hope that it makes you feel a little better..."

"What is it?" He asked.

I handed it to him, "It's in here...If you need help untying the bow...I know you got only one open hand."

He attempted his bed to undo it, but then conceded to help. I let him remove the lid and push back the tissue paper. "You wrapped this up nice...Wh-?"

Toshinori noticed it then, his eyes going wide as dinner plates. His jaw went slack. "Is this what I think it is?

"If what you think it happens to be a positive pregnancy test...then you won." I grinned ear to ear, seeing the reactions of Naomasa and Gran Torino.

"Oh my god...Congrats, man!" Naomasa pat his shoulder with a huge smile.

Gran Torino laughed hardily, "Well isn't this something...?"

"Aren't you happy, Toshi, you're gonna be a father!" I held his free hand in my two.

His eyes filled with joyous tears. "I'm...I didn't expect this...Oh my god, I'm so happy!"

"We've been trying so hard to have one, and I think I'm already two months along." I giggled as he inched inward to hug me.

"Ah, if I could, I'd pick you up and swing you over my head right now!" He swatted at his cheeks, swinging his arm over my shoulders. "I can't...I can't wait to be a father."

Sorahiko smiled up at us, "Let me guess, you're gonna want me to assume the role of 'gramps' to this little one, huh?"

"Oh, well, I mean, if you want to!" I snickered.

"Of course I want to." He chortled.

As they left, intention to continue the serious conversation later, Toshinori rested his forehead onto my shoulder, and his hand on my stomach.

"With all the stress we've had in the past two months, not to mention being messed up on I-Island, I think this kid is a real fighter," I remarked.

"I think so, too."

"Well, they're also your kid," I kissed his forehead.