An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One & Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Characters: Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Tamakawa Sansa, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Additional Tags: Courtship, Late romance, scandalous ex-hero-now-teacher/single mom romance, Inko is definitely divorced, sorry Hisashi, I'll consider you if you ever appear in the story, tension and craving, middle life crisis has time to kick in, everything post Kamino, spoilers to manga might happen, sexual things will happen, Toshinko - Freeform, sex will happen
Summary: While being a retired pro-hero-turned-teacher has... challenges of its own, life still slowed down drastically in the personal aspect. He never dared to commit himself to something, or someone, else than keeping the world at peace, but he was hardly numb to emotions and desires. Opportunities arrive to explore untried grounds - and it is hard to hold back.
In short - a play date with the Midoriya family slowly escalates as days go by. As these things tend to do.
Character exploring, sensuality, courting and sex. I wanted to see a less shy All Might and more confident Inko, and the only right way is to provide content to a rare-ship rather than sit and demand.
Chapter 4: A hunger that drives me. Retirement, mid-life crisis, daily little frustrations, and increasing inappropriate thoughts. That, and a day where a favoured pupil's mother gets busy in Toshinori's house.
One for All still burned high in him.
Thick, iron-hard muscles filled out his costume, the material fitting so perfectly he barely felt any friction against his skin. He draped the cape over his broad shoulders, like in the good old days, and leapt. The world was opening before him, and even architecture shifted to accommodate his very presence.
Memories of those days made his skin tingle, reference points so solid that all the dream had to do was reach into the vault of the mind. Nothing made up, nothing artificial was needed.
He fought the villain who attacked Izuku, then took Bakugou hostage. It wasn't as muddy green-coloured, but it certainly was the same one, its eyes bulging, teeth thick, tongue fat. This fight was definitely more heroic, decorated even - no mistakes made, no aching wound, no lack of breath. Efficiency was there, but the pleasure of theatrics became affordable, and he took all his sweet time.
And as all dreams do, it eventually took a turn to weird town.