↳ bnha one shots || vol. 2

homecoming || scenario - toshinori yagi

anonymous asked: Love the all might daughter stuff. But can I have a special one pretty please. All mights daughter goes away after graduation like her dad did comes home after 3 years becomes a great hero in America or whatnot. Maybe just the changes in her life and how she has grown up and all might gets sad how he missed her life as a child now but now he will make those missed memories up as an adult

Hi Ellus love the blog.. I did send a request in but I don't mind you changing anything there but just want an adult all might daughter one where she moves away and is back and all the fluffiness you can throw in there of a dad and daughter meeting again (2/2) [sent in via DMs].

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This is the most anxious he has ever been. His hands are clammy, his heart beating so erratically he's convinced everyone around him can hear it. Everyone exiting the arrivals terminal looks like you, and his heart speeds up, only for his gaze to focus and realise it's not you. But could it be? He doesn't doubt that you've changed considerably, he still remembers the day he came home after three years apart from you when you were younger, how much you had changed.

He should have asked young Midoriya to show him a picture from one of your social medias, perhaps he should have researched your career in America more thoroughly, see if he could find a picture of you without the mask that obscured your features. He feels like a bad father - could he even pick you out from a crowd of lookalikes?

But when he sees you he knows it's you. He suddenly can't tell the difference between the adult woman in front of him and the newborn he held in his arms mere moments after birth. It's like falling in love all over again, his heart swelling with pride and joy at the sight of you. You're searching for him with your eyes, scanning the gaggle of people waiting as you continue walking with the crowds, winding your way through the glass tunnels.

That's all that separated the two of you. A glass tunnel.

Your eyes meet his, a grin stretching from ear to ear when you see him, raising your free hand to wave at him, picking up your pace. He follows you, turning his head, and before he knows it he's walking towards the arrivals exit, meets you halfway. Your suitcase and carry-on are abandoned, along with your other belongings, you're running towards him with you arms outstretched, and the memory of you doing the same thing when he came home when you were tend flashes to the forefront of his mind.

When you finally crash into his open arms, he stumbles back with the force. His arms wrap around you, and he holds you tight, feels the tears prick at his eyes and before he knows it he's sobbing, stroking your hair and thanking every god there has ever been for bringing you into his life. He may have missed the vast majority of his childhood, and he regrets that, but he's thankful you've stayed with him, allowed him to be your father.

As you pull back, your smile is still bright, you''re talking but he can't hear you. He's studying you, the chubby cheeks of your childhood gone, replaced with the scars of your victories. But you still have that spark in your eye, the lopsided tilt to your excited grin. You're still his little girl, even if you're all grown up, and he's going to make sure he makes a lifetime of memories with you.