#reanimxtor

He shouldn’t be alive.

In his last moments, sitting there in the pool of his and his foe’s mingling blood, he’d known he was gone. His mistake in letting his guard down had ended his life, he’d been sure. Even recovery girl wouldn't have been able to save him from that.

But here he was, awake, his world hazy with pain and painkillers and heavy with a weakness he hasn’t ever felt in his life, not even when he’d been a quirkless little boy.

“Young man--” All Might stopped to cough, the effort of speaking still difficult; it was like trying to breathe through a dusty straw. He was keenly aware of the stitches that ran up where one of his lungs used to be.

Yamada was a bit nervous. He didn’t know why Aizawa set him up on this blind date- he’s not that clingy, is he? But anyway, he was and is and now here he is. Dating. Blind date dating. Fudge. His hair was down and pulled back into a have ponytail, and he was in casual clothes: a blue turtleneck and black jeans. He looked nice, if he said so himself, but then again, he always looks nice. 

He looked up when his ‘date’ approached him, and smiled- then froze. Wait, he knew this dude! Where did he know this dude... “Hey, you seem familiar.” From where though?