Soaked to the bone she looked up, her sorrow and tears clearly evident despite the downpour.

"Please," she breathed,

"Won't you give me your name?"

The silence of morning in Toshinori's room was broken by the cheerful tinkle of his phone alarm, stirring him from his restless dreams. Groaning as he finally gripped consciousness, his body curled into itself. There was pain everywhere, radiating from the damn hole in his side.

The glass of water on his nightstand was just out of reach, so he dragged himself across his bed, his fingers streching and straining for the last few inches. His took several gulps, and as he drank the pain faded slightly.

He laid his head back on the pillow, taking a few moments to steel himself for the day. With a grunt he slid his legs off the bed and tried his best to sit straight, his joints cracking as they protested the movement. He reached his arms to his feet, trying to stretch out the stiffness. It helped a little, but a fresh wave of pain radiated from his side.

Damn scar

Toshinori shuffled towards his kitchen, reminding himself to make the bed before he left. More then likely it was a lie. It had been every other day.

He started the coffee grinder, debated breakfast before shaking his head. He didn't have the energy today, but he was sure as shit coffee was a food group despite all evidence otherwise. He would just tell Recovery Girl her smoothie recipe was delicious and pray she wasn't being extra perceptive.

Thoughts of All for One crept into his mind, like a sword from his tired brain stabbing into his stomach. His fingers ran over the mangled scar. How much of this was psychological? The burning in his side. The palpable fear and pain coming in his dreams.

When Toshinori had overpowered All for One the first time he hadnt expected the trama to follow him home. For many months afterwards he had awoken screaming from his nightmares as he relived the villains hand tearing through his body. The breath of death on the back of his neck as his torso was torn apart. He knew even then that All Might, if not Toshinori, had been given a death sentence.

It was bittersweet in some way that All for One's second defeat served as the final ring on the bell that was All Might's Hero career. But history had repeated itself, the final encounter had pushing memories and fears to the surface. The old pain returning to terrorize Toshinori as he slept, along with all the new trauma the battle had wrought.

He stared out the window, taking in the view of the campus. It was deserted now, most students eating breakfast at Lunch Rush. The coffee he sipped burned his lips, but he took no notice, to distracted as he stewed in his melancholy.

Toshinori had learned long ago that accepting these feelings would erode their power over time, but having to go through it all again; it disheartened him. How long would it be before he could sleep throughmost of the night? The calander on his wall made Toshinori frown. He might not have enough time left to heal from these scars.

A buzz from the kitchen counter drew him out of his misery and he was pleased to see it was from the class 1-A group chat. Little Uraraka had been the mastermind, and had managed to get everyone, even Bakugo, involved.

"Things can be so negative, we need to encourage one another!" Uraraka chuffed as she forcibly entered everyone in the class to the chat, "You can only use this to post fun encouraging stuff! And boob and bikini shots are not encouraging you two!"

She loomed over a sheepish looking Kaminari and Mineta, who had already been debating what photos to publish. She huffed, turning back as All Might entered the classroom.

"I know!" She squealed rubbing to the front of the class, "I'll add Sensei All Might and he'll keep everyone in line."

Before All Might could protest Uraraka had taken his phone, used his thumbprint to unlock it, added him to the conversation and put his phone back into his hands before running after Seijo, who had tried to make his escape in all the commotion.

Toshinori chuckled as he opened the message. It was from Uraraka. She always messaged faithfully every morning. He was surprised to see a picture load into the chat.

The image showed a laughing Uraraka eating pastries with Midoriyaand Midoriya. In the background was a rather uncomfortable looking Tokoyomi, who looked as if he was about to slink under the table. Another figure was almost cut out of the frame, but Toshinori was sure it was Iida since it was eating a much more sensible breakfast of rice, miso and yakizakana.

The phone buzzed again.

{Breakfast of heroes! o(w)o}

Toshinori smiled and a wave of warmth quelled the stormy morning thoughts. Midoriya looked happy, if embarrassed. Toshinori could feel his energy coming from the picture as he enjoyed the time with his friends.

Toshinori enlarged the picture. Midoriya's face had begun to change as he entered the turbulent time between boy and man.

Young Midoriya

Toshinori smiled to himself. Watching Midoriya grow gave Toshinori a quiet but deep contentment. He had once wondered if he could be anything without One for All, but guiding this boy, these children, it gave Toshinori a light in his now dreary life.

"The chat was a good idea little Uraraka…" he said quietly to himself. Cheered he looked over to his blender. Maybe he would make that smoothie.

Another message appeared.

It was Su.

About to eat a sushi roll.

Covered in flies.

Toshinori grimaced. Maybe not.