Sunflowers (All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Togetherness

It was only after Toshinori was discharged from the hospital that the total reality of our new predicament crashed onto us like a tidal wave. Sorahiko was going to stay with us for a few days, as we lived closer to the hospital he needed to return to when he gets his stitches out.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant..." Toshinori sighed when he walked back into the door.

I kissed him and chortled, "It's insane...How was Midoriya?"

"He took the criticism well, but he's still a huge crybaby." He huffed, and I noticed a few small tear marks on his sunken eyes.

I rubbed my thumb on them, smudging them under the lines on his face. "Sorahiko has claimed the couch, so sorry, your spot is taken."

Toshinori and I each looked towards there where the man was sprawled out there while eating a taiyaki pastry that I had delivered after dinner. He was happy but annoyed with his bandages. With his good eye, and gave a sly look to Toshinori and chuckled.

"Well, that's fine... I was going to ask if you could wash my hair and go to bed." Toshinori touched his hair, which was rather dirty from a lack of legitimate cleaning the past few days.

"Yeah, I can help you with that...and change out your bandages. Recovery Girl said to do that once a day." I led him to the bathroom and looked at the rolls of gauze on the bathroom counter.

Toshinori undressed, taking off his shirt and bending over comically into the sink.

I sputtered and laughed, making him blush darkly.

"What?" He choked.

"You look like a giraffe trying to take a drink of water!" I rubbed his shoulder and snickered, trying to gain control of my emotions. "Sit up, we need to take off your bandages first."

He nodded, and I helped undo the ones on his arms and forehead. I frowned when I looked at his left arm, covered in a few small cuts and stitches. The arm in the sling was even worse, though. Gashes that would leave scars up and down from wrist to shoulder. His inflamed stomach scar was looking worse for the wear, but otherwise, it was normal. There was a slash on his hairline, some dried blood under it in his hair. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough for stitches, and the bandaids covering it were enough. I sighed sadly as he stared down at me. "Your injuries are nowhere near as bad as your last encounter with All For One, but still..."

"I know, I'm grateful that I wasn't killed. Damn, my arm hurts, but my scar doesn't feel half as bad as I thought it would." He put his newly-bandaged arm in his sling, yawning and bending into the sink again.

I kissed his ear, turning on the water. "Tell me if it gets too hot..."

I kneaded shampoo into his damaged hair, him using his better arm to prop himself up. I wrapped a towel around his shoulders and squeezed the water out of his two long bangs. His damp hair being dried looked cute.

"Looking good." I giggled and stood on my tippy-toes to kiss him.

"Oh, thank you, pretty lady." he smooched me.

"I love you, sunflower."

"Mm, I love you, too."

I pulled back and traced my finger down his jawline, booping his nose. "Let's go say goodnight to Sorahiko, okay?"

We exited the bedroom.

"What are you gonna do about the public and this kiddo that's coming along, huh?"  Sorahiko abruptly asked.

I looked up at my husband, taking his hand. "I think we'll cross that bridge when we get there. We've made it this far improvising, haven't we?"

"What about Izuku Midoriya? That boy is too analytical, he'll realize it before anyone else, especially given how much time he spends with you both. Especially you, Toshinori."

"I don't think it would be a huge issue telling him." Toshinori shrugged, "It's another big secret...though, with the main threat locked up, and the fact I've made good measure in ensuring where we live is kept under wraps, if it gets out there, it's not a giant deal..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I suppose so, but you know how diligent the media is...do what you think is best, but be careful!" He shot up and nailed his walking stick into Toshinori's knee, making him double over. "I don't want you kids and the baby in danger!"

"Aw, you care about us!" I cackled, helping Toshinori back up.

"Of course I do!" Sorahiko insisted.

I pat my husband's back with great care.
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Lying in bed, I was cuddled up to Toshinori's side. He suddenly sunk down and kissed my forehead, his good hand caressing my stomach. I hadn't even begun to show at all, and his fingers tickled me lightly.

I opened my eyes and found him frowning.

"What's wrong, sunflower?" I whispered, cupping his cheek in my palm, concerned.

"I'm just thinking too hard again...I was just having some iffy thoughts about being a dad and all..." He rested his chin on top of my head, cuddling as close as comfortably possible to me. "Am I really going to be a good enough dad?"

"Oh, Toshi, you're gonna be an amazing dad...Why, do you think you won't be...?" I rubbed soothing circles on his back in between his shoulder blades. 

"No, not at all...I just...well, I-I just don't think I'm cut out for it...? I don't really know..." he sighed heavily.

"I think you're perfectly cut out for it. Look at how well you handle Midoriya! And everyone else! You're already a father-figure to them, they've told me first hand. Especially, Midoriya...Our baby is gonna think you're the best man to walk the earth because naturally...you're a hero and you're gonna be their hero."

"You really think I'm...already a practical dad?" He snickered.

"Yeah!" I laughed, "You're gonna do fine, my sunflower. We're both gonna figure everything out. Don't forget we're both gonna be newbies at this!" I snuggled myself into his chest.

"Hmm...yeah, let's do this together..."

"Together."

Intertwined together, we fell asleep.