Worth Fighting For (Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Chapter 11

Art Credit: Artemis

Finally urging up the courage to ask police in regards to her belongings had proved fruitful. After confirming her identity, her old apartment number, and some waiting, the police handed the woman a large clear bin that was filled with items.

(Y/N) had been informed that volunteers had been working all morning to help sort and hand boxes of items to their respective owners. On duty policeman were able salvage the woman's most important necessities and extra.

Her passport, legal documents, her birth certificate and tax papers. They also found some clothes, the ones that survived the incident. Unlucky for the woman the only clothes she now had were some pairs of her cotton roller shorts, some t-shirts she used for painting, and one work blouse. The woman found she was most relieved to find that the police recovered a medium sized tin box with flowery designs covering it.

Toshinori watched his friend hug the box close to her chest, profusely thanking the officers before they left. The man said nothing as he reached out to grab her bin of items, holding it in front of him as he patiently waited.

"Would you like to take these home?" he suggested, a cough escaping his throat as it dawned on him how his comment could be falsely interpreted.

"W-Well I mean it's not—our—home j-just, y-yeah..." The blonde lifted his chin up as he shut his eyes, as if he was giving his mind a chance to think of what he wanted to say properly.

(Y/N) wore a smile on her face that had been brighter than any other one she cracked in the last twelve hours or so, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. Toshinori tilted his chin back down, the smile on her face bringing him comfort when it was him who was suppose to be supporting her.

"I understand Toshi. We can drop these off and if you don't mind I'd like to visit one of the shopping centers nearby to buy some clothes." The woman said, the tin container still in her hands.

Toshinori nodded in agreement.

A gust of cold wind blew past them both and (Y/N) let out a shiver, tugging Toshinori's coat closer to her person. The man before her felt himself shudder, his thinner frame making the cold a little harsher on him. It was when the woman saw his chin involuntarily begin to shake (Y/N) silently made her decision.

"We should get out of the cold before we freeze." the (h/c) haired woman chattered.

Their journey had been quick back to the blonde's house, his curious eyes watching (Y/N's) box with different thoughts running through his mind. When they finally entered his home and out of the cold, the retired hero placed his friend's items on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The woman thanked him quietly, setting the box on the couch cushion as if the item itself were made of glass.

"(Y/N), can I ask what's in that container you have?" The blonde asked his friend, watching her turn to him with a gleeful smile. Waving him closer, the woman didn't waste time before opening her box of treasures when he made it beside her. Inside, all Toshinori could see were countless amounts of pictures, some of them he could only assume had been there for years.

"Oh wow (Y/N)...may I?" he glanced over to her, earning the go-ahead as he reached for a long strip of photo paper. This particular photo was one you would get out of a photo booth like the ones at the fair or inside the mall. In this photo was (Y/N) but much younger than she was now. She looked about seventeen, maybe eighteen when this photo was taken, surrounded by her bubbly friends with the brightest of smiles. Each little square of memory told the man a little more of her story to him.