A hero's haven |Toshinori yagi (all might) x reader|

Unexpected Encounter

As you step out of the store, your arms laden with groceries, you're greeted by the familiar sight of bustling city streets. The air is thick with the scent of rain, promising an imminent downpour as dark clouds gather overhead. Adjusting the straps of your bag, you quicken your pace, eager to reach the comfort of home before the storm hits.

But as you round the corner, your attention is drawn to a figure huddled on the ground nearby. At first glance, he seems like any other passerby, but something about the way he holds himself, the weariness etched into his features, gives you pause.

As you approach the man on the ground, you notice his weary demeanor and the pain etched across his face. Raindrops begin to fall, adding to the somber atmosphere surrounding him. Without hesitation, you kneel beside him, concern evident in your voice as you inquire about his condition.

He looks up at you, his golden hair matted against his forehead, and for a moment, his piercing blue eyes meet yours. Despite the exhaustion evident in his features, there's a flicker of recognition as he realizes you're there to help.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your voice laced with genuine concern as you kneel beside him. He looks up, startled by your question, before attempting to brush off your worry with a weak smile.

"I'm... I'm fine," he manages to rasp out, though his labored breathing and pained expression betray his words. You can tell he's trying to put on a brave front, but it's clear that he's in need of help.

You shake your head gently, refusing to accept his dismissive answer. "No, you're not fine," you insist softly, your tone firm but compassionate. "You look like you're in pain. Let me help you."

He hesitates for a moment, his gaze meeting yours briefly before flickering away. There's a vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding that tugs at your heartstrings. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he nods slightly, silently acknowledging that he can't hide his pain any longer.

"You should go to a hospital," you suggest gently, your concern deepening as you take in the extent of his distress. "They can take care of you properly and make sure you're okay."

He hesitates, his eyes flickering with a mix of gratitude and reluctance. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as he clutches his abdomen tightly. A pained expression crosses his face, and you can see the struggle written in every line of his body. The rain grows heavier, pelting down relentlessly as if echoing the turmoil within him.

You can sense his reluctance to divulge the reasons behind his refusal, a barrier he's unwilling to breach even in his moment of need. Yet, despite the distance he maintains, there's a flicker of trust in his eyes as he meets yours, a silent plea for understanding.

Your heart aches for him, torn between respecting his privacy and wanting to offer him the support he so desperately needs. But as the storm rages on, you know that time is of the essence, and that every moment spent debating is another moment he suffers in silence.

"I can take you to my apartment, it's just around the corner," you offer, the urgency in your voice matching the intensity of the rain. "I can help you there. Is it okay if you come with me?"

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he considers your offer. Doubt creases his brow, a wariness born from past experiences, as he silently weighs the risks of accepting your help. But beneath the layers of skepticism, there's a glimmer of hope, a longing for relief from the pain that gnaws at his insides.

With a heavy sigh, he pushes aside his doubts and nods slowly, his gratitude mingling with apprehension. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. "I appreciate it."