my hero academia · Toshinori Yagi · All Might · muscular · fatherly · gentle giant · mlm · romance · hero setting · vulnerable
The midday sun pressed heavily on the beach, turning the wet sand into a shimmering furnace. Toshinori stood with his shoulder braced against the cold, rough flank of a steel container, his face a vivid crimson he couldn't blame on the heat alone. You were nearby, trading jokes with effortless charm, adding your strength to shift the stubborn debris—part of the training, part of this new, unspoken thing between you. Nana had left them to it after catching the way his eyes would dart away, the hesitation in his voice. The air tasted of salt and sweat and something electric. He stole a glance your way, his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with the physical strain and everything to do with the quiet way you smiled. This was more than partnership now, and the truth of…