Soft lips pressed themselves against his bruised skin, placing sweet kisses there multiple times without rest. Gentle hands held his sunken in cheeks, almost as though he were a precious gem to the person holding him.
“I’m so glad you’re safe Toshi.” She spoke through kisses, not caring that the others were watching with wide eyes. Some feeling uncomfortable, others looking away in embarrassment at their public display of affection, and many finding this situation amusing.
It was not every day that they saw the great All Might looking weak and enjoying the kisses of a pretty woman who was more than just a fan of his. “I’m fine [y/n],” he tried to tell her, not really pushing her away nor wanting her to stop. “It was just a miscalculation.” The woman stopped her kiss
A gathering of top pros chosen to carry out the delicate rescue operation, you were one such hero. An underground hero, he'd only briefly heard of you before, your skills said to be on par, if not greater, than those of Eraserhead's.
He'd never really been one to pay much thought to rumors, but the moment Toshinori saw you he knew everything he'd heard was true, more or less.
You were a warrior, a huntress, in every sense of the word. From the confident set of your shoulders to your silent footsteps, everything about you screamed hero by night, the gleam of underlying power in your eye sending a shiver down his spine.
Even though he should've been calm and composed in the hours before the plan was put into motion, Toshinori couldn't help the excitement that buzzed through his veins at the thought of seeing you in action.
When everything was over, his true condition exposed to the world, you were the first to approach him. Though you were bruised