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My Hero Academia: All Might/Reader Disciplinary Story
(CONTAINS DISCIPLINARY SPANKING OF MINOR: SFW)
You turned the corner too fast, feet tangling together and you hit the wet concrete of the alleyway hard, letting out a pained cry as your body slid across the rough surface. Tears sprang to your eyes at the sting of raw skin on your palms and elbows. You scrambled to your feet and felt panic set in.
No. NO! I can't lose my head start or else he's definitely going to....
A large shadow suddenly blocked the light of the empty alley and your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to see the unbelievably imposing figure of the Number One Hero in the world staring down at you. Though his unwavering smile remained solidly fixed...his eyes were dark and serious. You felt like throwing up.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go!
It was just a stupid dare! You had wanted to fit into their clique so badly that you were willing to do nearly anything just to get them to just acknowledge you even existed!
Starting the 6th grade in the middle of the school year in a new city meant you had no friends. You had tried so hard to find a group of friends, but junior high was a brutal time for any kid. You were just so lonely. It didn't help that you had this stupid Empathy quirk that none of the kids understood. They basically considered you Quirkless because no one could see Empathy. If only they knew the curse of it.
You felt and held onto everyone's emotions. You could be the best friend in the world because you'd always understand what someone was feeling and going through...but no one ever bothered to try and understand you. They all went off in their little groups, showing off their quirks and laughing at you behind your back.
So you remained alone...and you had become truly desperate. Even though you KNEW they were only trying to get you into trouble, when the group of popular students unexpectedly came and sat with you at your empty table during lunch, you pushed your quirk away and revelled in their company. They chatted with you, asked about your last school, what your hobbies were (purely to ease you into the dare, you knew). They talked about this convenience store they liked to hang out around after school and invited you along today. Then they brought up the "little initiation" they all had to do before joining the group.
"You won't get into trouble, promise! We just want to make sure you really want to be our friend!"
FRIENDS. I don't care who they are or what their real motivations are. I just want to belong for once.
And now here you were, staring down the strongest hero in the world, who was coming after you for stealing.
On television, All Might's presence always made you feel protected, secure, comforted. His triumph over criminals made him seem like a beacon of light, warming you with hope and peace.
But his shadow falling upon you...the criminal...was the complete opposite. Complete despair, hopelessness, and fear filled every inch of you as stood facing All Might in that lone alley, the money box you were dared to steal from the store still clutched in your arm.
The shadow suddenly grew larger as he took a step towards you. You actually felt a tremor in the ground. Panic overwhelmed your senses and you took a step back, crying out.
"Stop!! Don't come near me!!"
All-Might's eyes narrowed a fraction as he took another tremorous step.
"Young person," he began, his voice deep and strong. "Stop this careless, immature thievery. You have a hopeful future ahead of you that is bright with possibilities. Do not throw it away with this moment of youthful recklessness. Give me the box and let's rectify this mistake together."
In spite of your fear, you felt a stirring of adolescent stubbornness rising up in your chest at being misunderstood once more, and in a bold moment of pure stupidity and adrenaline, you took a step forwards TOWARDS the world's greatest hero, eyes flashing with defiance.
Youthful recklessness? What does he know about any of this? All-Might is beloved by the entire world! Who do I have? No one.
"Young person," All-Might's voice had changed from gentle reprimand to a deeper warning tone.
"You want this stupid box?! Take it then!"
With a yell of pure frustration, you hurled the money box towards All-Might with all of your strength, intending to flee as he went to catch it.
You severely...SEVERELY underestimated your current situation.
Barely half a second after the box left your hands you felt a rush of wind and your feet were off of the ground.
All-Might had rushed forward and caught not only the box but yourself as well. You were dangling under his massive forearm like a grocery sack, staring down at the concrete and the backs of All-Might's shins.
Your fight mode immediately took over and in your idiocy you began to pound your ridiculously small fists into All-Might's rock hard back, legs kicking wildly in your desperation to free yourself.
You heard the loud and regretful sigh from All-Might and felt yourself being tilted downwards.
What in the world----?
********!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**********
Stars lit up in front of your eyes when All-Might swung his open palm down onto your upturned backside. His hand was so large that he effectively covered every inch of your bottom in one stroke, the sting and burn so fierce that it was as though he had sat you down on an open rangetop.
You let out a shriek of pain, hands desperately trying to reach behind to block any further blows.
All-Might spoke calmly and matter of factly.
"Young person, now that I have your full attention, I want you to actually hear what I am trying to tell you. It is important. If I feel you aren't listening again, I will regain your attention in the same manner. Here, allow me to demonstrate."
Your eyes flew open again in sheer terror and you wriggled desperately in his iron grasp, pushing now at his forearm in a futile effort.
"No!! No no no no no no!!! Please, please don't!! I'll listen! I'll----"
But All-Might's palm flew down again, this time striking your outer thigh and eliciting such a shriek of pain from your throat that surely it must have echoed throughout the entire city. You could actually feel where each and every finger on his hand had left its mark, pure agony and burning fire.
You felt hot tears pour down your face and heard All-Might's voice once again.
"Now then, young person, you have an idea of what awaits if you wish to continue this childish tantrum. I assure you that your backside will tire before my arm does. Will you now stop this nonsense and listen to me? I only want to help you."
In your abject misery and hatred of yourself and situation you put yourself in, all that registered in your mind was that not only could you never find friends, not only were you alone, not only had you been tricked, but now the most admired person in history was disciplining you like some five-year old who had taken a cookie without their parents' permission. Nothing could be lower than this moment. Sobs began to wrack your body and you just shook your head miserably, weakly punching into his back once again. In your absolute despair, your quirk initiated its secondary power of its accor, and your own feelings passed through All-Might's mind in perfect clarity.
Oh young person, All-Might thought sadly, feeling your loneliness and self-loathing. Let us then end this dark path you are heading down here and now. I will show you that someone cares about you and understands your struggle. I understand more than you realize.
Faster than a breath, All-Might had seated himself on a nearby crate, pulling you swiftly across his lap before you even knew what was happening. His left hand pulled you snuggly into his torso, and he spoke to you in a gentler tone than earlier.
"Young person, I feel your pain and sadness, but hear these words from me and feel my sincerity. You are worthy of a good life. You are worthy of friendship and kindness from others. You have much to offer this world. If I understand your power correctly, you feel the emotions of those around you. That is invaluable in the world in which we are living today. Where heroes like myself conquer evil with our physical powers, you have the ability to reach people's hearts through emotional connection. Did that ever occur to you?"
Your sobs had abated somewhat during the transition and you realized you had not only projected yourself to All-Might, but were now feeling his words emotionally. He was being completely honest and believed every word he was telling you with total conviction. It shocked you to your core to be understood for once in your life...and by All-Might of all people. Your face scrunched up in regret at your shameful display this afternoon and you bit back your tears as you nodded that you heard and believed All-Might's words.
All-Might grunted in approval at your willingness to listen. Now came the really hard part...he had to make sure that you really felt the impact of your actions this day. Criminals, no matter how small, had to atone for their misdeeds. It was the only way to find peace and hope. He steeled his heart for what had to be done for your own peace.
"That is good, young person. I want the world to be filled with peace and smiles. I hope by the end of this day I will see your own smile; however..." he paused, his right hand now rested on your still smarting backside.
You turned to look at him and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the determined and stern look on his face. There was no anger, no disappointment, no judgement....just gentle, firm determination. You realized what was about to happen and you began to cry immediately, shaking your head back and forth, hoping he would have mercy on you. But this was All-Might. No crime had ever gone unpunished under his watch. Not even this one, it would seem.
"....however, you must face the consequences of your poor decisions today. Only then can you begin anew. I am truly sorry for the pain this will bring, but use it to remind yourself that someone cares enough about you to help you become stronger. Brace yourself, young person. I will be swift."
An before you had a moment to prepare yourself, a lightening fast palm lit the fire anew on your still sore backside. You bit back a yelp, wanting to be brave for All-Might, to show him you could change.
But this was All-Might, and this was no ordinary spanking. His hand began to descend a volley of fiery stings to your rear and outer thighs. Building off of one another, the pain and sting grew to epic proportions rapidly and by the third strike you let out another shriek of pain, tears flowing once more down your face, dripping onto All-Might's boots.
Due to your quirk, All-Might had both the advantage and disadvantage of feeling your every emotion. He winced at the pain he was inflicting, while also feeling relief that it wasn't too much for you to handle. He didn't feel the full contrition he was after yet so he raised his knee higher, elevating your backside and giving him a new target, one he hoped would bring the message home.
When his hand struck the underside of your bottom where it met the backs of your thighs, the wail that escaped you was devastating. You began to plead.
"All-Might please!!! PLEASE NO!! It hurts too much! It's too much, please stop!"
Pain gripped his heart but he knew he had to go just a bit further. He raised his hand high and brought it crashing down on the backs of your thighs. You sobbed piteously, reaching back with your hands and covering your bottom. All-Might tsked and easily scooped them up in his left hand before peppering your bottom with a flurry of spanks that left you wailing, snot and tears pouring off of your face.
"Now young person, as we head towards the end of your punishment, let me impart these words to you. You are worthy of being loved. You are worthy of being heard. You are worthy of being a hero of your own kind in this world. I see worth and goodness in you. I see kindness and loyalty. I see someone who is so much better than the common criminals I deal with every single day. I would not be here teaching you this lesson if I thought you unworthy of a new start. Think upon that as we finish this lesson."
And as his words echoed through your ears, the pain and fire that erupted across your backside as he landed his final ten strikes left you unable to speak, unable to cry, unable to breath!
You were trying to catch your breath when you felt yourself being lifted gently upright and pulled close to All-Might's chest. You felt the beating of his heart, the heat radiating off of his body. It was comforting and safe...just like the Number One Hero should be. His hand that had moments ago felt as hard as steele was now as gentle as a cloud as it rubbed your back in small circles.
"Your crimes are atoned, young person. Calm your mind and body. Breathe slowly with me, now. I am here."
You tried to match the slow, deep rhythm of All-Might's breathing, sobs still hitching your own breath every so often. You soon found yourself melting into his embrace, your own arms wrapping themselves around his neck.
All-Might breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling your anxiety melt away and true contrition taking its place. He held you like this for a few minutes more before carefully pushing you an arm's length away, studying your face.
Red swollen eyes, face wet with tears, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. This was the look of a chastined child. He knew he need not worry about you any longer. His smile finally reached his eyes and you looked down, suddenly embarrassed.
"All-Might," you whispered, shuffling your feet awkwardly.
"Yes, young person, what is it?"
"I'm really, truly sorry for what I did. I promise I'll find a way to make myself useful in the world, just like you said."
"I know you will."
"All-Might?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Y/N, btw."
All-Might threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh.
"Well, Y/N, it seems only appropriate we know each other properly after today. I am most pleased to meet your acquaintance."
You finally looked back up at his friendly face, a small grin finally breaking through your own.
All-Might nodded approvingly.
"Yes, very good! Now, Y/N. Let us return the box and money to the proprietor's of the convenience store and make your apologies. I do not believe any charges will be pressed when I assure them that I have taken responsibility for you. As for your "friends"...."
You shook your head.
"They're not my friends, and they were never going to be my friends. Just let them go. I stole the money, not them. And in the end, I got to meet you...though it wasn't exactly how I had imagined it going when I used to dream about it." You rubbed your bottom gingerly, wincing. It was probably a mass of purple hand prints under your clothes.
All-Might looked down at you once again and let out another hearty laugh...and your heart lifted higher.
You walked side by side with the Number One Hero, and felt at peace.
Note: these are just my theories about the lives and minds of a handful of characters based on how I perceive them (and also me projecting, so pardon). Mentions of neurodivergence, mental illness, chronic pain
Shoto Todoroki is on the Autism Spectrum with high masking tendencies. People who aren’t immediately taken back my his looks tend to notice that he’s a bit odd without registering the fact that he’s autistic. While in the classroom/school or on the field, he finds it easier to meet peoples social expectations of him. Outside of those environments, Shoto is less likely to put effort into masking behaviors associated with his autism; especially around friends.
Izuku Midorya experiences chronic pain and flare ups from the intense and persistent trauma and injuries. He tends to conceal his symptoms and gets a little huffy when people ask him if he’s okay or feel the need to tell him that he doesn’t look too great. All-Might feels immense guilt this, and fears that he hasn’t been the best influence when it comes to self care as he too has pushed his body beyond its limitations trying to fill the shoes of his predecessors and cultivate a sense of national security. He tries to compensate by doting over Midoriya. He eases Izuku into regular physical therapy, he scrolls the internet to find recipes to make him special meals to reduce inflammation, he makes him drink medicinal teas and take vitamins and supplements to ease his pain and reduce the frequency of his flares; but there is no cure all, and sometimes, Izuku still finds himself in pain most find incomprehensible. These days are hard, but All-Might will never allow him to suffer alone or in silence so long as he is there.
Bakugo has NPD and is aware of it, but not necessarily accepting of it. He is aware that the way he treats people is unacceptable. He even feels bad about his behavior; but his primary struggle is in identifying the connections between triggers, thought patterns, and behaviors that lead to his breakdowns, outbursts, and general abuse of others. Kirishima is keener than he let’s Bakugo know. He’s learned a handful of tricks to grounding Katsuki and getting him to reflect on the way he acts and the things he says. Everyone relies on Kirishma when it comes to keeping reigns on Bakugo. Between Kirishima’s patience and gentle nature, and Katsuki having frequent therapy sessions, he’s able to begin addressing his problems and start making progress towards controlling his NPD; and then the League gets him, and All-Might is forced into retirement from the damage he sustained in rescuing him. Katsuki’s guilt and self-loathing begins slowly suffocating him, and when Monama vocalizes his worst fears, he starts drowning in it.
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