A Werewolf's Love Ch: 15Toshinori had to take the little girl to the station. Inko was in tow as she wanted to make sure that the girl was okay. The little girl mostly clung to the tall blonde, as if afraid to let go of him. Had she been that scared that she would cling to him in such a manner? He had no idea, though he knew that he had to at least keep her safe.
As for Naomasa, well he had a little trouble it seemed trying to locate the little girl’s father.
It was as if the little girl didn’t exist in the first place. It made Toshinori a little curious and of course concerned for the little girl all at once. Was she like him? Having no one in the world? No one to want to look after her or to turn to? Shaking his head, the young man looked over at his friend as he asked “Are you sure that you can’t locate her father at all?”
“Yes, there have been no missing children report.” Naomasa said.
“Have you asked her where she was from?” asked Inko.
Light and Darkness Ch: 6A woman yawned as she felt the sun shining down onto her face. Slowly, her green eyes blinked open as she started to greet the new day ahead of her. Pushing herself up away from her cot, the young woman made her way over to the tub that she had set up outside of her home. Starting the flames as she hoped to warm the water up before she would go and bring out her breakfast for the day.
Humming softly to herself, the young woman looked up at the sky, running a hand through her long green locks as she felt herself wince. Her hair needed a good washing that was for sure.
Turning her gaze, she saw that it was going to be a nice day. Maybe she could pick some herbs up so she could try to heal others in the village today. She almost wanted to laugh really. They all hated her, because she was willing to heal anyone. But, at the same time they respected her for her healing abilities and knowledge of herbs.
Letting out a soft sigh, the young woman looked over at the tub and grinned to herself. I
Why am I here ? (BnHA oneshot ~ final part)
They heartily ate, sitting around the coffee table and sharing everything they have cooked and brought for the occasion. Izuku has even spared some cushions for their teacher in order to ease his tired joints. Plus the man had spent all the day behind the stoves, and even if he assured that “this old man wasn’t out-of-breath already”, Shoto could clearly say that he was more tired than usual… And a bit distant at the same time. Was something bothering him ?
The meal was like the house, its owner and its guest : heterogeneous but wonderfully enjoyable. Traditional japanese dishes, pastries and cakes, some recipes Mister Yagi had brought from the States and his international trips, juices and an unbelievable amount of different tea sorts. There was something to suit all tastes ! From the steame
Why am I here ? (BnHA oneshot ~ first part)
It was one of these snowy holiday’s late mornings. The sky was like a tropical ocean without any foam, a light blue only pierced by a too bright sun. The air was cold and, on top of that, the wind wasn’t helping the poor early risers to find some warmth. As he was struggling to make his way through deaf joggers and blind walkers, Shoto allowed his mind to wander around the over-decorated shop windows. Yellow, green red, sometimes silver and gold : so many colours which should never have been mixed together if you want his opinion. Suddenly, and while he was dodging an umpteenth lady, her arms full of heavy boxes decorated with ribbons and stickers, something caught his eyes.
Why am I here ?
To be honest, Shoto has never considered himself as a big thinker… Of course h
Bumpy Beginnings:Toshinori Yagi xReader(All Might)
The streets were crowded as a young woman rushed to get to her new job. She worked at a local bookstore and was carrying in her arms some books she’d like to donate. It was the morning rush hour and everyone around her seemed compact on the sidewalk trying to get to their destinations without bumping into anyone. Although that is exactly what just happened, someone bumped into [Y/N] knocking down the books and causing her to fall to her knees.
“I’m sorry,” a man’s voice said. A hand reached down to help her gather up some of the books she started grabbing as soon as she hit the ground. She turned to look at who had bumped into her and was now trying to make up for it. He was rather slender, and to be honest looked kind of pathetic. He had messy blonde hair and shady blue eyes.
“I got it, anyone could have made that mistake on a day like this,” she said trying to hurry as not to be late.
“Yes, but I did,” he held a few books in his r
A Werewolf's Love Ch: 14If Toshinori had to describe anything about this? He’d had to say it was a bit overwhelming. Not that he had no idea how to bake… it was just that he didn’t know how to bake most of the things that Inko produced within her café.
The only thing he knew how to make from scratch was cookies and brownies, those being some of the things that she didn’t make in the café.
Letting out a soft sigh, he had gone to make some of the treats by following Inko’s recipes though had a little trouble reading them for the most part. Her writing was neat yes, but so tiny. Maybe he should have brought his glasses but then again, he was used to reading bigger print thanks to his eyes not being ‘perfect’ with some aspects.
Most likely because of his night vision.
Yes, his night vision helped him to see at night, but the draw back he sometimes forgot to ‘flip the switch’ to shut it off. Because of that, it had for the most part damaged his eyes,