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drabble #2
there, you would see him continuously for the next 12 days. sitting on the hood of rusted car nesting far in the back of a dimly lit alleyway inside of an unkept garage. there, you would see his face glowing with hues of orange and yellow cascaded around his mouth as he took a long drag from his cigarette. his mysteriousness would encapture you, constantly leaving you to ponder about who he was, what he was doing or how he lived his life. it would leave you tossing and turning in the middle of your bed, looking out of your bedroom window. his embodiment corrupted your mind, leaving you to few hours of sleep yet, the anticipation of seeing him again the next night grew stronger.
although you did not know his face, you dreamt of him. you, in your pink slippers and unmatched pyjamas, would hesitantly wander down the unleveled street that belonged to the musty alleyway. leading your way to his, an unknown face. your heart would skip a beat, you try to reach out for him but there was no voice that rumbled through your throat.
and just before you could finally catch a glimpse of this unknown stranger, you would wake to the sound of a blaring noise that tugged you out of your subconscious mind. there you lay, flustered and anticipating for the night to roll around to see the unknown man sitting on the hood of his rusted car once again.
I finally finished the first part of my fic
I still have no idea what I’m doing
It hasn’t been edited by anyone yet
Toshinori should have known he would catch something from his students. It was the height of flu season and All Might had already seen many of the kids be forced to go home due to illness. Yet when Toshinori woke up one morning feeling with his muscles aching like he had spent more time as the symbol of peace than should have, and a slight sore throat, he just brushed it off as a normal bad day. He was fine, he definitely wasn't coming down with something, he was all might, and All Might didn't get sick. At least that’s what he told himself.
By the time Toshinori had returned to his apartment that night, all of his symptoms hadn’t gone away, but he assumed that they would go away with a good night's sleep.
Because he wasn't sick.
It was nothing.
He was fine.
All might realized that maybe he wasn't as fine as he thought when he'd woken up the next morning feeling just as bad as the day before but with the added problem that the it felt like the world had turned its AC on. But unfortunately the world of a hero didn’t stop just because one felt a bit off, and even though Toshinori was technically retired, pushing through bad days was basically his first response. And because he was retired, Toshinori placed his job of educating the next generation of heroes above his own health, because teaching was his only job now and that was more important to him than resting.
It took all might a while to realize that maybe coming in to work was not the best idea he'd ever had. It's wasn't just that his journey to UA felt about twice as long and definitely more painful than it probably should have. It wasn't his sudden inability to talk for more than two minutes without feeling like coughing up a lung. It wasn't even just the fact that he was slightly colder than he should have been. All of those he could brush off as just slightly more elevated versions of what he normally dealt with.
No, the thing that made all might start to realize he probably should be at home and made it hard to concentrate was the fact pretty much everyone, even his coworkers who knew about his usual health issues, had asked if he was ok. Even Aizawa, who Toshinori didn't expect to care. However despite the concern and the recommendations to see Recovery Girl, Toshinori stubbornly stayed at UA for the remainder of the day.
Because he’d fine.
He could deal with whatever this was was without bothering people.
He was sure.
All Might was less sure by the time he got back to his apartment at the dorms. The headache that had started around the middle of the day, had gotten worse to the point where it now felt like young Midoryia had decided to use his brain and inside of his skull as punching bag to practice smashes on.
He’d just set down his bag of papers that he needed to grade when his breathing hitched and he started coughing. He couldn’t even count the number of coughing fits he’d had that day. However this one felt much harsher than the previous ones, and it just kept going. He was vaguely aware that blood was going everywhere but at this moment his main concern was regaining his ability to breathe correctly . It took a while before his single lung stopped trying to make an appearance, and when it did finally stop, Toshinori was light-headed from lack of oxygen and black spots were dancing in his vision.
He was somewhat aware of the floor rushing up to his face before he blacked out.