K e e p S m i l i n g

your heart sinks. torino was vague, but you know what was plaguing her: family. you don’t know the details, but you know about her loss, her sacrifice. you know that her husband was dead & her child had been given away in order to keep it out of all of this, to keep it safe. you should have guessed that sensei would still be devastated over all of it, should have guessed the anniversary of her husband’s passing would still weigh heavily on her. it hadn’t been that long, after all. 

something in your chest squeezes painfully as your incessant insecurities resurface at full force, because  —   right, that was right. nana had a family already. a family she loved, & had lost, & missed dearly. & you were not part of that family, no matter how much you wished to be. part of you wants to turn around & leave, pretend that you hadn’t seen anything, it’s not your place to intrude; but the other, bigger part, the heroic part couldn’t stand to see strong, ever smiling nana like this, so broken & withdrawn. you had to do something about it, & you’d come prepared with a plan.

❛  …sensei ? ❜  you wait for her to look up, & then, arms extend enthusiastically:  ❛ surprise ! ❜  when you offer her the little sunflower, you smile just like she had taught you  —  wide & beaming & heartfelt, going from ear to ear.  ❛ something to make you smile, sensei ! ❜

                          It was a lingering feeling.  It had started small, but gradually it became... more.  Much more.  As days went by, getting closer and closer to that cursed date...  It became harder and harder to keep to herself.  And so now here she was, intending to meet up with Toshinori, only to look like something she barely ever let anyone see.

                         How long had she’d been sitting on the bench waiting?  She’d gotten so trapped in her own mind, she’d lost all connection with the outside world around her.  So she sat alone... and scared.  And broken.  --- She doesn’t even realize it, but tears had soaked her face, and found their way to the ground in a cascading silence, shoulders trembled and she hugged herself the same way she had hugged her own child.

                     If Toshinori saw her like this --- what would he think?                                                               𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀.

                                             He looked up to someone strong.                                                                                  Someone confident.

                                                                                             Someone... happy.

                                                             𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉...  𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽.                                                                                       𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉.                                                                                                                  𝐼𝓉'𝓈---

        ...Sensei?

                    ----She’s snapped back to reality as a familiar voice pulls her from that dark place she’d found herself in.  Eyes wide, heart skipping a beat as her eyes meet such a bright and innocent face.  How long...?                                                                       How long had he been waiting?

                      Eyes shimmering with fresh tears, they glide down to look at what Toshinori had in his hands.  ---A sunflower?                                                      Eyes meet that smile again, and she can’t help but return it, what with such a warm and pure gesture he offered...  it too helped fill that void she felt in her soul.  In her heart.  He was her sunshine, and she’d take good care of him, help him grow into... something even more than she could ever be.

                 Arms extend and without even a word, she pulls Toshinori into a warm hug, being careful to not crush the flower he’d gotten for her.  She holds him, and she’s sure to hold him as if he were her own child, someone she loved so dearly.

Headcanon

                        My Nana in particular has a super regenerative quirk.  She heals very fast, so is able to battle for longer periods of time.  HOWEVER, her quirk does run out of steam after so long, and after that cap she wont beable to heal herself again until she rests, otherwise it could result in her passing out from exhaustion.  Her quirk is always active, so she doesn’t get to control what she heals and how much, her body just kind of does it on its own.  This of course, has lots of drawbacks and limitations.

                        Due to this, she also looks far more youthful than what she is, and would have also been the thing to have saved her from being killed by AFO; though just barely. 

                          She cannot use her quirk to heal others, unfortunately, unlike recovery girl.  Her quirk also does not make pain from blows and attacks less painful, it simply reduces the amount of time she’s in that amount of pain depending how bad the injury is.  — But Nana also has a very high pain tolerance, so she can normally push through it.     

                         Her quirk does not make her immortal!  If the injury is too severe, it will not heal properly and in serious cases can kill her, or if she doesn’t have the energy to heal herself, an injury can be fatal.  

           “you may spank it….”

                              and with a determined smile, fierce look in her eyes, she brings her arm back, palm open and fingers spread apart before she swings it forward and delivers a big SLAP right on his bottom.                                There was no holding back.

soft intimacy // accepting

       nights grading papers often drag on longer than toshi hopes, and he ends up sitting at his desk in his apartment, a hand holding up his forehead and his eyes heavy, reading through each sentence and doing his best to be mentally awake so he could grade accordingly. he really didn’t have to grade papers, it’s just that he would offer to help the other teachers, and often bit off more than he could chew.

             he managed though, tonight, for he’d given the last paper its grade and practically slumped forward, crossing his arms on his desk and resting his head upon his forearms. he’d just close his eyes for a bit… five minutes, then he’d get up, put his coat in the closet and lay down….

        five minutes had long passed, about two and a half hours later approaching. he did not stir, not yet, not for another few hours, but there was something different as he slept. he felt warm. as if a blanket had been laid over him… he never dreamed anymore, not good ones since the time he lost her, and not at all since he had given midoriya his power. but tonight…

                 he saw her face. and he couldn’t help but feel warm. 

        the next morning he’d wake up to the coat he had set on his bed now draped over his shoulders.

                                       seems you’re still watching over me, even now.