Aaaaa I finally have a reason to gush about fatmight again! OK so Fatgum and All Might have had, like, one exchange of words in the entirety of the canon series, and thus is technically a rarepair or a crackship. But just think about it, Fatgum, with his body positivity and love of food, invites skinny All Might to treat him to lunch when he finds him waiting to catch the next bus at a bus stop, but is initially turned down over All Might's dietary restrictions and "not wanting to be too much trouble", so Fatgum proceeds to take him to a restaurant that he knows has a more flexible menu and offers to treat him, and All Might being himself insists he pay instead, but when Fatgum won't budge he then insists that he treat him some other time. He'd be so good for him in terms of making sure he's eating well and making him feel good about how he looks regardless of appearances. And has anyone ever thought about the spooning?

The 8ft tall giant spooning the 7ft tall giant!?

Sigh, I still adore this ship.

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Fatmight / Allgum

Gotta start with the crackship cuz it makes sense in my mind and therefore i wish it wasnt a "crack" ship. I specifically love the idea of Fatgum interacting with skinny All Might for that sweet sweet body positivity. I'd even settle for a platonic bromance just plz make Fatgum friends with All Might. 😭

Davemight / Mightyshield / Toshidave

Can this image alone please be enough to explain why I love this ship? Nah nah it's so much more that that. This ship makes me think of Sufjan Stevens' "Viseons of Gideon" if only for the secret pining between them from youth all the way into modern day, where they both have so much going on in their lives, and the possibility of lingering feelings they have for one another is an understandable tragedy, and the fact that they still care about each other and want to see each other succeed in whatever they do and be happy even if they cant be together just jist sjturjdjrjrj. 😭😭😭

Erasermight

I like this one for the development they went through together as not just coworkers but eventually as friends that All Might can confide in. It ain't perfect, with both mentors pushing for their preferred students over all else, as well as both of them being so goddamn self destructive. That's also why I like the ship, though, both of them becoming more and more willing to be a little bit vulnerable around each other and helping one another through their trauma.

Naomight

This is the kind of ship that i could like as either a bromance or a romance. How he found out about Toshinori's true identity was an adorable accident, but it's good that Toshinori could finally have someone to be honest about himself with and not get lectured like with Principal Nezu and Recovery Girl.

Nightmight / Sirmight

Another tragedy. I can barely bring myself to talk about this one due to how tragic it is. Sir Nighteye cared so much about All Might, and All Might was so self sabotaging that, by ignoring the severity of his injuries and putting the public before himself, he inadvertently put the public before the concern of Sir Nighteye. He was so afraid to face him again after years pass by, and frankly I can relate to that and that's partly why this ship breaks my fucking heart.

Inkomight

If I'm being honest, I prefer a platonic relationship between these two. All Might sees some of his master in Inko Midoriya, a strong hearted woman, and I cant help but feel like there would be some weirdness if they pursued one another romantically. She is still married, although her husband may as well not be in the picture at all with how neglectful he is about being abroad and not there with his wife and son. The reason I consider this ship at all is because the fan art is so so sweet and loving and it makes me happy. Even if I have different thoughts about this ship, the art people draw for them is still very wholesome.

Fatgum. spooning. All Might.

Fatgum hugging All Might from behind so very gently. His body engulfing All Might's entire backside in the embrace.

Toshinori Yagi was one of those things.

And, as it turned out, he was related to most of the other things.

Early, peaceful mornings, sun filtering theough the blinds as he worked naturally through the hazy processing of waking up - that had always ranked pretty high on his list.

But waking up to the other blond, snuggled into his arm, hair still mussed from a rather eventful night before, bare form sporting a beautiful mosaic of bruises, face lax in actual, easy slumber? That sight had burned itself in sharp relief on his heart.

And there were so many more...

One fateful night, however, he'd had to amend that list of things.

Because nothing had ever made his heart squeeze like this.

Nothing had ever made him feel so impossibly high and still tethered so deeply, engrained to the moment.

Nothing had made his nerves burn and his body yearn to touch and hold and remember and cherish and experience.

Because seeing Toshinori standing there, in their kitchen was already a delectable sight. Althought he lacked a stomach - or, maybe even because of it - the older of the the two was incredibly talented at cooking and baking. So the sight alone of Toshi feeling at home enough to stand barefoot in the kitchen was a lovely sight.

Seeing him standing there, feet bare, hair tied back and wearing little else but one of Taishiro's t-shirts was something else entirely.

The top was too big on him - big enough to be oversized even in his muscled form. The collar was wide, revealing a mouthwatering expanse of skin, pale flesh dotted with the cutest constellations of freckles the active hero had ever had the pleasure of seeing. The hem fell to a bit above the other's knees, a tantilizing flash of soft and scarred thighs peeking out with each movement.

"Oh, welcome home, love."

"... I'm back... Not that I don't appreciate it, but what are you doing here? Don't you have to stay in the dorms at Yuuei?" He padded into the kitchen to wrap his arms snugly around his lover, giving a quick, firm squeeze before letting go, moving to lean against the counter. He chanced a glance at the stovetop and counter, noting with some ill concealed glee that the other was making pasta. And judging by the binder sitting inncocently on the counter a little bit away, he was making something from the recipes he'd gotten from his grandparents on his mother's side.

"Mm... Staff with significant others are allowed to stay off campus if they want to on some weekends. Since I'm not a homeroom teacher and technically not responsible for... well, first response in an emergency, anymore," Taishiro didn't miss the slight tightening in his smile at that, even as he stared into the pot on the stove, "I get a little extra leeway for weekends off. And since you usually come to surprise me on the weekends, I figured this time I could return the favor...!"

"I have no idea what I ever did to deserve someone like you, Toshi, but I am so happy that I get to say you're mine," the chubby male cooed after a moment, pulling his boyfriend in for a quick kiss. "I love you so much~"

"I love you, too, darling," he sighed in response, going in for another peck. After a moment he pulled back and gave a playful eye roll. "Although, there is a couple catches to me coming by for the weekend...~"

Giving a put-upon sigh, the BMI Hero shifted to press to his belived's back, resting his chin on the other's head. "Wha'zzit?"

A soft chuckle, and then, "Young Kirishima sends his regards, I'm supposed to let you know I am under no circumstances to do anything "excessively strenuous", and I'm supposed to take a bunch of pictures. According to the children, they need to make sure their potential step father is good for me."

He was quiet for a minute, and then, "If you want, I could probably swing by a weekend later this month and take everyone out. We could go to the beach or something..."

"Oh, no, you don't have to-"

"Oh, no, I do. Any group hardheaded and caring enough to get you to listen are a group that I need to impress. I already know a few of your hellions, but hey, I'm down for more chicklings."

"Pft, you are entirely too excited for this. I can feel you rocking back and forth," Toshinori chuckled, leaning back to tilt his head up and kiss the other's jaw. "I don't think you'll have anything to worry about, love. They'll adore you."

"Sure hope so," Taishiro admitted softly, the atmosphere turning a touch more serious. "I want to do good by you. And these kids mean so much to you. I want more than anything to give you the kind of life you deserve, after giving so much to everyone else..."

"Taishiro, you don't need to do anything like that," he replied, almost incredulous, half turning to look at his taller partner. "I'd never ask you to-"

"And that's why I want to. You are the kindest, most self-sacrificing person to ever live, Toshinori. You love with all you have, and you would give the shirt off your back to help an

yone in need. And the fact that, out of anyone, you chose me is absolutely mind boggling. But I'll be damned if I let that go, so I will do everything I can do to make you happy and let you know just how much I love you."

"... T-Taishiro..."

Warms hands reached up, then, cupping a thin face, thumbs brushing reverently over pronounced cheek bones as warm eyes regarded the retired Hero. Bright and fathomless blue eyes looked to the BMI Hero in something akin to awe, a certain vulnerability in that powerful gaze that sent bolts of intoxicating affection through the taller of the two. He leaned in with the feeling buzzing on his lips, pressing them sweetly to his lover's own chapped ones with a soft and delighted hum.

"I love you," he breathed between kisses, pulling the other as close as he could, pouring all of his love into the dance of their lips. "So, so much."

A thin hand floundered for a moment, scrambling to turn off the stovetop, nearly knocking over the box of uncooked pasta in his haste. A tinny whine escaped his lips even as he tried to stifle a cough, blessedly free of blood. His orange clad partner gave a mischievous snicker, shifting to press kisses to the long column of his neck, earning a shiver and choked off moan.

"T-Tai, no, stop-"

Chomp

His knees buckled, and the only thing keeping him up was Taishiro's arm cinching around his waist. The bigger man gave a hum, releasing the other's flesh from his mouth and laving his tongue over the abused skin.

"Toshi~" He sang softly, breath ghosting over the already bruising mark on his neck. "Let me take care of you?"

"Please," the other gasped, fingers grappling into the taller's orange hoodie. "Please, Tai."

"Say it."

"P-Please... t-take care of me..."

A promising chuckle met his words and Taishiro effortlessly lifted his lover from the ground, earning a flustered yelp.