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Yagi Toshinori x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,849 Summary: On the way home from one of the most harrowing experiences of his life, Toshinori reflects on his relationship with you - a relationship which he has been forced to keep hidden. A songfic based on ‘This is My Life’ by Gasolin About the Reader: The reader is referred to as a woman in the lyrics and is otherwise written without 3rd person pronouns Genre: Angst-ish with a fluffy ending Warnings: Manga spoilers, angst WARNING! This fic has some massive manga spoilers up through chapter 303. Do not read if you do not want season 7 spoiled. You can read the (mostly) spoiler free version here. Also please note that while this fic stays SFW, it does get mature towards the end.

Toshinori was staring out the train window as the darkening cityscape flew by. He caught a glimpse of his own reflection as the train passed through a tunnel. It shouldn’t have been possible, but his face looked even more gaunt than usual. He raised a hand, running his fingertips over the dark circles underneath his eyes. When was the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep? He couldn’t remember. The last few days had been overwhelmingly exhausting.

This is my life, this is my time Just show me the light and I go there Give me the wine, bitter and sweet And a little bit of bread, that's all I need

The train exited the tunnel and Toshinori’s eyes flicked back to the view he had been staring at; a soft, golden glow on the horizon, a glow that only he could see. He had always been drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. It was comforting, it was home. It was you. Your Quirk, Burning Heart, made you emit a golden light only visible to the people who you loved. Toshinori had used it as a beacon leading him home ever since the first time he saw it. He didn’t know what he would do if that light ever went out - if he wasn’t worthy of your love anymore.

No, I don’t want the gold from Xanadu I think I’ll leave it all to you Oh, this is my life and I don’t care

The tracks turned, leading the train towards the light. Toshinori sank back against the seat and closed his eyes. Instantly, the visions of last night came back to him.

The teachers of U.A. had gathered in Aizawa’s hospital room to have a private commemoration of the people who had been lost in the war. It had been a harrowing experience - it always was - but this time it felt much worse.

One of the lost ones was their colleague, Kayama Nemuri. Toshinori hadn’t known her as well as he would have liked to, but he was still devastated by her passing. She has been out there, fighting, while he had been demoted to babysitter. There was nothing he could have done to help, though, not without One For All.

This is my street. Are you restless, feet? Carry me on to anywhere Take the fear, take it away And give me some hope for one more day

He got up as the train pulled into the station, lifting his luggage off the rack. As much as he liked living in the teachers’ dorm at the U.A. campus, it wasn’t home. Nowhere was home if you weren’t there. It still amazed him that he’d managed to keep your relationship hidden for all of these years. He hated it, though, being unable to show you off, unable to let you meet his colleagues and his students, but it was imperative for your safety that no one knew about the two of you.

He let out a sigh as he walked through the streets. With the mass escapes from some of the most high security prisons in the world, it was even more important that no one knew about you. He would never be able to forgive himself if All For One ever got his hands on you. The mere thought made a shiver run down his spine. No, don’t even think about it, he told himself. We’ve managed so far, we can manage a while longer.

I saw a ghost behind the door When the kids were coming home from the war Oh, with broken dreams and nothing more

They had decided that Toshinori would step in as a temporary homeroom teacher while Aizawa was out of commission. Which meant that it was Toshinori’s duty to welcome the students back to the dormitory. It would not be a pleasant experience, seeing the downcast young Heroes come trudging home, their faces haunted. He knew that look all too well; he wasn’t sure that anybody could ever get used to the casualties of war. But… that ordeal was tomorrow. He still had tonight to relax and recuperate before he needed to step back into his teacher role.

Toshinori’s thoughts returned to a conversation he’d had with young Bakugou only a few days ago. He had been sitting by the bedside of young Midoriya, still comatose, when the door had burst open.

“Why the hell isn’t he awake yet??”

That was young Bakugou, already up and moving. Toshinori got to his feet, motioning to his stool. “Won’t you sit?”

“Sit? Keh, I’ve been out for days, why would I need more rest?”

Still, Bakugou plopped down on the stool. They were silent for a while before the boy cleared his throat.

“Is it true? That Deku might not wake up?”

Toshinori gently shook his head. “This is not a regular coma. I haven’t been able to share this with the doctors, but I can feel that young Midoriya is talking with the predecessors. Though I cannot tell you when he will wake up.”

Bakugou let out a grunt of acknowledgement. Another bout of silence, then, “How did you do it, All Might?”

Toshinori shifted his gaze to the blonde boy, silently waiting for him to continue.

Bakugou stared down at his bandaged hands for a while before he spoke again, “How did you keep smiling even though you lost people?”

“Sometimes all you can do is carry on,” Toshinori replied. “If not for yourself, then for your comrades who trust you, for the civilians who need your strength. Even for the ones who lost their lives, those who died fighting, and those who were unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’ll learn it soon enough, young Bakugou, that if you can keep smiling through the pain, even if it is a fake smile, it will give people the hope they need.”

I heard a woman singing her song And it was good, and warm, and strong Oh, she made me cry, I don't know why

He slipped his key into the keyhole, pulling the door open. The familiar scent of you brought a smile to his tired face. Then he heard it, a soft singing echoing from the bathroom. You always sang as you went about your life. Cooking, doing the dishes, showering, everyday tasks were always accompanied by singing. The sound was so familiar, so comforting that it brought tears to his eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away.

Settling the luggage on the floor, he toed off his shoes, making a short detour to hang his suit jacket on a dining room chair, before he headed towards the bathroom. He discarded his tie and socks along the way, promising himself to pick them up shortly.

Oh, there’s a woman singing her song And it’s good, and it’s warm and strong Oh, she makes me cry, I don’t know why

He just stood for a moment, listening to the words, watching the familiar movements of your body beyond the frosted glass of the door. Then he stepped closer, leaning his head against the glass.

“I’m here,” he said.

A clatter sounded when you scrambled to your feet so quickly you knocked the plastic stool over. The door was thrown open and he was graced with your bright smile.

“Welcome back, Toshi! I didn’t expect you so soon.” Then your smile fell. “Have you been crying?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “A bit. I’m just happy to be home.”

You reached out for him, only to pull back, peering at the water and soap running down your arms. Toshinori was the one to pull you into a tight embrace instead.

“Toshi, your clothes!” you cried, as you tried to get loose. “They’re gonna get ruined!”

“I don’t care. Please, I just… need you right now.”

You let out a hum, gingerly wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you tighter, gently trailing his fingers up and down your naked back. The two of you had been together for so long that neither of you bothered to hide your nakedness from the other. He loved every inch of you, every imperfection, and he made sure that you knew it. You had always seen him as more than just All Might; you had always been able to see beyond the imposing aura, to see his real self, the real Yagi Toshinori. And he loved you dearly for that.

He let out a satisfied sigh, then pulled back to face you.

“Is there room for one more?” he asked as he tipped his head towards the tub. “I could do with a calming soak.”

You pulled him back down to press a soft kiss to his thin lips. “You know there’s always room for you. But only if you hurry, I don’t want my skin to get all pruny again.”

You were sitting with your back against his chest, his arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders, his legs tangled with yours. The tub was filled to the brim, the water overflowing and splashing to the floor every time one of you moved.

You scooted further down, resting your head against his shoulder. “I missed you, you know.”

Toshinori rubbed his foot against your shin and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Not as much as I missed you.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“If you’ll let me.”

You turned your head, rubbing your nose against his neck. “Don’t be like that, Toshinori. You know I love it when you stay.”

“I know. I wish I could stay more often.” Toshinori absentmindedly found your hand, rubbing his thumb over the finger that normally displayed your wedding ring. He couldn’t put into words just how much he longed to wear the matching ring he always had in his pocket - but no, it was too dangerous.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“I had a sandwich on the train.” Hugging you closer, he added, “But I wouldn’t say no to some home cooked food, if you’re up for it.”

“I have some leftovers from dinner.”

“Leftovers sound perfect.”

Toshinori leaned his head back against the wall, just listening to the sounds of dripping water and soft, relaxed breaths. “I love you, you know,” he whispered.

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