000

THERE'S SUNSHINE IN YOUR SMILE

All Might rescues a rather prickly Doctor with a dark past and finds his life taking a most unexpected change. For someone so small, there's a lot of personality there, and he can't help but be drawn to that, like a moth to a flame. Slash, Toshinori/Harry.

I think it's safe to say that BNHA has crowbarred me out of the KHR fandom. Probably for the best, it was... becoming unpleasant there tbh.

000

CHAPTER ONE

Harry supposed he should have expected this. He'd made more than enough enemies in his life for this sort of thing to be a foregone conclusion to be perfectly honest.

The only surprise was that it hadn't happened sooner, he decided as the sickening feel of inertia took hold and the sound of screeching horns and breaks filled the air. Distantly someone was screaming, not him, he was too busy saving his breath in order to ignite the oxygen in his system – he wouldn't get up to heat quickly enough to Fire Jump to safety, but he could start his internal Rebirth Flame enough that he would survive the impact.

Really now.

He was going to be late.

Green eyes squeezed shut, even as his grip tightened on the files clasped to his chest, he couldn't afford to lose them, let anyone steal them. He braced for impact.

Something hit him alright.

But it was the firm heat of a human body, thick muscles banding around his waist and hips, plucking him out of the air in one full sickening sweep – he didn't have motion sickness, but the way the contents of his stomach just swung with the movement had him feeling a little green. There was a weird crunch, not too big, and the sound of something huge and metallic going through the air.

He risked opening his eyes, and found himself with his cheek plastered against straining blue, red, and white spandex, staring up at a strong jawline and the underside of a truck being held aloft in one hand.

"DO NOT FEAR! FOR I AM HERE!"

His expression immediately twisted into one of disgust.

Heroes. Just what he wanted to deal with this morning, grand-standing idiots who spent more time posing for the cameras and flashing their Quirks than minding their own business, doing their jobs, and moving on. Though this was probably the first time he'd had the displeasure of the Number One Hero All Might's personal attention – as if his morning couldn't get any worse than when he was dealing with the fakest of the lot.

"Wonderful, put me down now if you please," he snapped out, already attempting to wriggle his way to freedom.

Then he spotted his files scattered across the pavement, obviously some of them had managed to slip free during the few split-seconds of chaos, but if even one of them was lost it could prove disastrous.

"I said let go!" he snarled, his voice distorting with his anger, the extra vocal cords he usually kept such tight control of twanging as the Pro-Hero dropped him in surprise. Harry paid him no mind, desperately scrambling to snatch up the all important folders, cursing under his breath, and paying the truck held over his skull no attention. Someone coughed overhead, and Harry rolled his eyes as he straightened up, flipping through the various coloured cardboard, making sure he had everything.

One was missing.

The navy blue one with the photographs from the April incident.

A cold flush went through him, all his hair standing on end in alarm as he jerked his head up, ready to mow just about anyone aside in order to find it, and had said folder tap him on the skull.

All Might was grinning toothily at him, holding it out, "Citizen! I believe this is what you were looking for!" he exclaimed, and Harry tried not to twitch when he saw people taking photos out of the corner of his eye. He snatched the file out of the man's hands, and quickly flipped it open to make sure nothing was missing.

There was a moment of total silence before the Pro-Hero suddenly started to loom over him, his presence doubling down, too bad for him that Harry gave precisely zero shits about muscle-bound morons that pranced around in spandex as if the job of saving people was a fucking joke. "Those photographs – "

Harry snapped the folder shut, "Are part of an on-going investigation that I will thank you not to interfere with, Hero-san!" he snapped forcefully, taking a step back and turning the Glare he often used to make idiot interns cry. "Thank you for saving me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment I am now late for!"

He suddenly found himself in mid-air again, "Then allow me, Citizen!" the Pro-Hero declared cheerfully, and Harry was so fucking tempted to kick him in the face, but he was going to be late and if the slab of mobile beefcake could get him there...

"Tokyo District Court then – please," he added, because he wasn't raised in a barn and the man was doing him more of a favour than saving his life previously had been. Yes he could teleport but... Any unauthorised activation of his Quirk could see his ass kicked out of Japan, and that was quite literally a fate worse than death for him given his past and the people after him.

"Brace yourself, Citizen, and we'll be off!" the Hero declared, waiting just long enough for Harry to distastefully knot a hand in the fastening of his cape before launching himself into the air fast enough that even Harry had to squint and turn his face away from the rush of air. All Might could not fly. But he could jump like a seven foot flea – which was roughly the equivalent of six football fields side by side. Though given the heights he had to reach because of the many office blocks, it would still take them ten minutes near enough to reach the courthouses. "Those pictures, Citizen, why do you have them?" the Hero asked while they were in midair, the grip on Harry's hip more than conveying that he would not be accepting a non-answer on this.

The green eyed man gave the Hero a dark look, "I would like to remind you, Hero-san, that medical records are not open to police, or even Pro-Heroes without the appropriate warrants. As for your question, I am the Doctor that treated and reported the situation to the relevant authorities. Set me down around the corner if you could. The Defence Attorney is overly fond of using 'Hero Interference' legislation to get charges dropped," he explained shortly, turning his attention away from the blond who, somewhat sheepishly, adjusted course ever so slightly and dropped down behind a cafe just around the corner from the court houses.

"My apologies, Doctor. I did not mean to sound accusatory," the Hero said as he knelt to allow the green eyed young man to slid to the floor.

The doctor grunted, checking his phone, "You got me here in good time. I'll call it even," he stated before nodding to the spandex clad man, he took a step, paused, frowned and sighed, "Thank you for saving me from the truck," he recited dutifully, and grimaced when the Pro-Hero seemed to swell with self-importance and strike a goddamn pose of all abominations.

Harry didn't listen to what he spewed about whatever it was he said, instead, he triple checked his folders, ran a hand through his hair, and quickly made his way out of the alley towards the courts, leaving the Hero mid-sentence to deflate in disappointment, and a little hurt. The Pro-Hero huffed a little in amusement, hopping to the top of the building to watch the Doctor cross the road towards the court house, checking both directions before running over towards a police officer and a few other individuals in suits. Words, handshakes, and bows were exchanged between them and the small group moved into the courthouse, already discussing the case, and the copies of the Doctor's evidence.

All Might sighed deeply, satisfied with another job well done, and trying to ignore the unusually cool feeling on his side where the Doctor had been just moments before, radiating enough heat to put Toshinori's waterbottle to shame. He turned on heel and launched himself towards the next citizen in need to help, putting the pretty Doctor out of his mind.

It was unlikely they would ever meet again.

000

Fate just loved to laugh right in his face.

Not even a day later, barely six hours if that, Toshinori had already clocked off for the day, stuffed his costume into his briefcase, filled in his timesheet, and gotten halfway home when he decided to stop for something to eat.

So of course he would have an attack in the middle of the restaurant.

He spewed blood, food, and bile across the table and even himself, and kept coughing, and coughing, and coughing, and that was flesh now joining the growing puddle – people were screaming around him, and he kept trying to apologise, to reassure them that no, no, he was fine, honestly, he would be fine just –

"Back off, give him some air!" a semi-familiar voice was ordering, "Out of the way, I'm a Doctor! You, get the first aid kit from the kitchen; you, every tea-towel you can spare; you, the biohazard clean up kit; you, scissors; you, some manner of privacy screen!"

A moment later the familiar face of the pretty Doctor he saved from becoming pavement splatter appeared in front of him. "Hello sir, my name is Doctor Potter, the Ambulance is on its way, in the mean time I'm just going to move you into a more comfortable position," he explained his voice gentle. "I'm going to move this table out of the way so I can get closer to you, alright? Don't be alarmed," he said soothingly a moment before he quite literally ripped the bolted down booth table out of the floor and wall, and pushed it to one side with almost insulting ease. A super-strength quirk, hm?

Warm hands settled onto Toshinori's back and chest, and a moment later he was bent double with his head between his knees, wheezing.

He could hear the doctor murmuring under his breath as he accepted something and the blond felt his clothing shifting, a moment later he felt a breeze across his back and spat up a little more blood in surprise, coughing harder as he shook his head and grabbed at the well meaning doctor.

"N-no, ple-please," he gagged.

"I'm sorry sir, but I need to see your chest and back to properly treat you." The man was implacable but apologetic and Toshinori didn't have the air to argue further as another coughing fit racked through him and more blood splattered the floor – and the Doctor himself he realised with a pang of embarrassed guilt. "Don't worry about it," the Doctor said gently, a hand rubbing his shoulder, "I work in Accident and Emergency Paediatrics. Blood is actually the least offensive bodily substance someone has covered me in," he jibed playfully as Toshinori felt the scissors finally cut through the collar of his shirt and the whole thing slide forward, revealing his emaciated frame for all to see.

Shame burned in the pit of his stomach, more painful than his chest, and he felt warm hands on his face.

"Can you raise your head for me, sir?" the Doctor asked, and it was a bit of a struggle, but he managed, peering up into the gentle features of the young man as he leaned forward and carefully eased the last scraps of Toshinori's shirt and tie from his shoulders, sliding them down his arms. The man's eyes were quick in raking down his torso, and the Hero couldn't help but want to hide the ruin of his chest from those eyes. They lingered, but that was it, examining him thoroughly from head to hip, his expression not changing a jot.

Toshinori coughed again, easier now, his fit seemingly have run its course, or his diaphragm no longer capable of launching the remains of his left lung up his oesophagus when his body mistakenly assumed he was drowning on it.

"I'm fine," he rasped to the Doctor, catching one of those warm hands in his own, dwarfing it entirely in his palm.

"Respectfully sir, bullshit," the young man told him flatly before gently guiding him into sitting upright, and crouching between his legs to get better access to his chest. "But at least you can speak and breathe now. What's your name, and date of birth?" Doctor Potter asked as he slipped his hand free of Toshinori's grasp and began to probe the horrible chest wound.

"Y-Yagi Toshinori, June tenth, twenty-one hundred," he rasped, grimacing and fighting not to flinch away from the young Doctor's touch on such a tender and vulnerable part of his body.

"Mm, you're younger than I thought you were, Yagi-san, you haven't been taking care of yourself," he observed absent mindedly. The Pro-Hero grimaced and glanced down to frown at the young man who wasn't even looking at him as he carefully examined the rest of the blond's chest, muttering under his breath as he did so. A few words caught his ears, but without One for All active his hearing was fairly average, so only a few bits and pieces were audible. Like the fact that the young Doctor had already concluded he had very little left lung to speak of, his rib-cage was little more than floating bone shards at this juncture, and his musculature on that side was equally as damaged and twisted up.

Up close... He was as pretty as Toshinori had first thought. Prettier even, now, without the scowl. Long dark hair tied back out of the way, high-cheek bones, large sharp green eyes, a petite nose and mouth, there was a jagged scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt, and he filled the lines of his black three-piece suit nicely. Though right now he was looking much more relaxed, and dishevelled with his sleeves pushed back, the black tie he wore earlier missing, and both his grey waistcoat and trousers covered in Toshinori's blood. Not that the young man seemed to notice, right now he was in the process of using some of the tea-towels procured from the restaurant to clean up the blood he had managed to vomit all over himself.

"What medication are you on for your lung?" the Doctor asked, taking his wrist and beginning to count.

Breath rattling in his lungs, Toshinori dutifully recited the entire list of drugs he had been given by Recovery Girl, faltering a little when he caught the darkening expression on the young man's face.

"Quirk healing enhancers," he explained when he caught the look on the blond's face, "Meaning that they haven't been giving you medication to help with your condition, but rather to facilitate their ability to tend to you. Idiots," he complained tiredly, "Let me guess, the Support officers on attachment to your Hero Office?" he asked.

He nodded, a little offended on Recovery Girl's behalf but...

The young Doctor nodded, "Well, we'll give you a full check up when we get to the Hospital, your current regimen is clearly not working as well as it should if you're vomiting parts of your internal organs out in the middle of your dinner," he declared as he got to his feet and began to clean his hands as best he could on one of the tea-towels. He then offered Toshinori a warm smile, "I'll see about getting you something to eat as well when we get there. Won't be as nice as this, but it'll be hot and filling at the very least," he said kindly.

Was this how people felt when he smiled at them, Toshinori wondered with a small lurch. Unable to stop the small surge of bashful warmth in him as his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. "That... sounds nice. Thank you, Doctor."

"Ambulance is here, I take it our meeting will have to wait until tomorrow morning?" someone said from the otherside of the privacy dividers.

Doctor Potter turned his head with a small grimace, "Sorry Naomasa-kun," he said.

"Don't worry about it, Potsu-sensei. Rain check for seven? That should give us enough time to go through your testimony," the voice of the person offered.

"Mm, thank you for your hard work. I'll see you then," the Doctor agreed.

"Ah, don't forget your jacket, or papers," Naomasa-san suddenly said, "Uh oh, the restaurant owner is here. I'll deal with this, you focus on our patient there."

Doctor Potter swore quietly under his breath as a jacket was placed onto the booth chairs opposite them along with a number of familiar files from earlier this morning. Toshinori stared at them in a helpless kind of bewilderment.

So this really was the same young man he'd saved earlier. He had wondered.

Doctor Potter had been very kind and gentle with him, professional, and soothing while tending to him, focused entirely on his health, well-being and comfort. Where as earlier, he had been standoffish, rude, prickly, and snappish, treating All Might's assistance as little more than a nuisance or an inconvenience to be dismissed as quickly as possible. The blond had been wondering for a while if the two were perhaps brothers, or one of those rare instances of doppelgängers that sometimes popped up. But no. He was evidentially just as two-faced as Toshinori himself.

He wiped some blood from his chin, smiling painfully, at least both of those faces were pretty nice to look at.

000

Young Ingenium's mobile support team arrived with the ambulance, ensuring they reached their destination at the maximum speed and safety. It was a service Toshinori knew that the young hero sometimes provided if he ever saw emergency services rushing to a location. Still, it was somewhat embarrassing to have so many people fussing over him. Embarrassing, and a little overwhelming. He had never actually been on the receiving end of this treatment, despite the many times he had dropped people off. It was definitely an experience.

A very interesting one given how almost all the paramedics, apparently familiar with the green eyed man, immediately differed to Doctor Potter (whom they called Potsu-sensei – hehe, Doctor Pots sounded quite cute actually) who marched through them coordinating them and arranging monitoring equipment, contacting the hospital while they got Toshinori loaded up and comfortable. After so many years of being All Might all the time, it was still somewhat strange to him to be surrounded by people who weren't star-struck, and staring up at him. To talk with people, instead of at them. To have a pretty Doctor smile at him and not have a thousand cameras go off at the same time. To smile back and not have every woman within hearing range squeal. To be spoken to as if he were just another person on the street, paramedics bustling around him, smiling and professional as they referred to him as 'Yagi-san', asking him politely but firmly to do this and that, explaining what they were doing and why they were, rather than just assuming he already knew, asking if he needed help doing anything even sitting up, instead of just assuming he didn't need the aid.

It was... humbling. In a strange way, he realised as they rode to the hospital.

Doctor Potter was discussing something over the phone, the words complex and filled with jargon that he only somewhat understood – he was no idiot, but his medical knowledge was very basic, he left it in the hands of professionals so he could go out and find more people in need. The paramedics were cheerful and friendly, keeping him talking even with the oxygen mask over his mouth and – good gracious, he felt almost high. As if he were floating.

"That's just your brain finally getting the oxygen it needed, Yagi-san," one of the medics explained with a smile when he mentioned it, "With only one lung functioning your blood isn't being oxygenated well enough. You'll be feeling a little giddy and light-headed for a while until you adapt again," she explained as she adjusted the heat packs they had layered around his chest to ease the cramping of his twisted muscles which they concluded was the cause of his sudden attack in the restaurant.

"Oh," he realised.

That certainly explained why he felt so sluggish for so long after his injury.

000

He had never actually been to a civilian hospital before, as a patient or even as a hero. It just wasn't something he'd done. It was very different from the Hero staffed establishments that supported the various offices because even here people were prohibited from using their Quirks, with only a small handful of registered exceptions. He was entirely in the hands of modern medicine, and it was a little intimidating to be honest.

He had been wheeled into Accident and Emergency, the paramedics immediately transferring him into Major Injuries as Doctor Pots had performed his diagnostics in the restaurant and drive over, he promptly vanished when they arrived with a gaggle of jade green dressed nurses with clipboards, dictating something at high-speed as he waved a pair of fingers in Toshinori's direction. The universal gesture for 'two minutes'. Leaving him in a large room, filled with bleeping machines, alarms, his bed set into a curtained off booth, a pretty young lady hooking him up to various monitors with a smile and a kind word as she worked.

All around him were men and women in various states both not good to rather bad. On the otherside of the nurse's station in front of his booth he could see a gentleman of advanced years with his daughter sat next to him, his face was a bloody mess, and his stomach had an eight-inch slash through it, stitches and glue catching the light as his wife bore down on one of the nurses, pointing to the injury with a scowl. What he could hear suggested that she felt they had used the wrong kind of stitches and didn't think very highly of their hygiene practices either – apparently the individual that stitched her husband shut had blown on the glue to dry it faster with his mouth. Toshinori didn't quite understand the problem with that, but given how furious the woman was, and how the nurse was instantly apologetic instead of stand-offish suggested that it was a legitimate complaint to be made. There was a male voice in the booth next to him groaning, and he could smell blood and vomit in the air mixing with the tang of drugs and cleaning chemicals. An old woman was wheeled past on a bed, her face a bruised and bloody mess as she sobbed weakly to the male nurse pushing her along that she wanted to see her son, when was he getting there.

It was both heartbreaking, and terrifying for Toshinori who had never set foot into an A&E ward before in his life. He continued to sit quietly, in anxious discomfort as his neighbour vomited painfully next to him, until Doctor Pots returned, sans suit, cleaned up and wearing the familiar blue scrubs and white coat of a doctor. It was almost surreal to see him march through the room, swanning into the nurses' station and get swarmed by men and women with clipboards. Within seconds the organised chaos of the room smoothed out even further as he directed people, answered questions, overlooked papers, and listened to explanations. Calmly and efficiently handling each and every one of them without giving the impression of rushing or hurrying them along, it was almost like seeing himself in the field being swarmed by other pros and members of the press for this, that, and the other reason.

And then he reached Toshinori.

"Sorry about the delay in getting back to you, Yagi-san, how are you feeling?" the Doctor asked kindly as he drew the privacy curtains around his little stall.

Toshinori waved a hand, "That's quite alright, sensei. And I'm perfectly fine, or about as can be expected. There's no need for all this fuss," he explained guiltily, "Surely there's someone else who needs this bed more than I?" If he were in his All Might form he wouldn't even be having this discussion.

The doctor snorted a little as he began to check the monitoring equipment and make a few notes on his own clipboard, "You and I have very different definitions of the word 'alright', Yagi-san," he pointed out with another one of those smiles that made Toshinori's stomach curl a little. "Humour me, would you please?" he begged a little.

Toshinori floundered for a moment, "There's... really no need to fuss," he muttered bashfully.

"You were vomiting blood across the table," the Doctor reminded him with a raised eyebrow and folded arms, smiling wryly at him, "I would be very bad at my job if I didn't count that as a cause for concern. And an awful human being as well." The blond flustered a little, but subsided into his bedding unable to think of a good excuse to get him out of this situation without revealing his alter-ego, which... okay he kind of wanted to do, just a little, to maybe impress Doctor Pots. But he had used up what time he had in the day, if he tried to push it now, he would hork up more blood than he could afford and pass out – Recovery Girl had promised to do something irreversible if he did that again, so he was trying to behave himself.

"If you're willing to be patient, we're just going to run you through a few tests to get a clear idea of the total damage done to your chest. Nothing strenuous. And once that's done, I believe I promised to take you to the cafeteria for something to eat," the Doctor declared as he began to unhook Toshinori from his monitors.

"Oh – you don't have to – "

"I want to," the Doctor said with a warm smile.

000

Yagi-san was nice company, Harry decided, had decided during their trip back to the hospital in the ambulance, keeping half an eye on the progressively oxygen high former Hero. Unable to stop his lips from twitching the more the man chattered to the paramedics, genuinely interested in what they had to say, and amiable in the same way he would have thought an old man was, despite barely being into his early-fourties. He was surprisingly meek though, the Doctor had noticed, easily overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the emergency room and major injuries ward. Those lovely blue eyes of his wide with trepidation as he practically huddled in his bed and tried to take up as little space as possible, keep out of the way as much as he could – it was endearing, if impossible for a seven foot tall sunflower.

It took a little convincing, but they managed to get the man into X-ray, and even managed to run several other tests, all of which confirmed what Harry had already concluded just from his cursory examination of the man back at the restaurant.

His left lung was only partially existent, the upper half of it anyway. It had already seen some extensive reconstructive surgeries done to it, but the healing edges were frayed and damaged as if they kept being burst open before they could regain their elasticity. Not a good sign. He had pretty much no stomach to speak of, it had been reconstructed as best it could be, but it was absolutely miniscule, and was just as 'burst' damaged as his lungs. The pancreas was only half-present, much like his stomach it too had been partially destroyed.

He would have to pass this on to one of his colleagues. He wasn't a gastroenterologist, nor a pulmonary medicine physician, and thinking about it, he should probably get someone from rheumatology involved as well, that kind of muscular damage would be bound to have further issues. He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he made his way back to Yagi-san's cubicle, the poor man was an utter mess, and already the level of care he was receiving from his Hero office was a detriment to him. Oh, Harry was certain they were doing their best, the problem with Hero Support was that they relied far too much on their Quirks, and very rarely stopped to think of traditional modern medicine being useful. Already plans were racing through Harry's mind for medications, treatments, surgical procedures that could see Yagi-san actually able to regain enough of his former good health to go back to Hero Work, if that was what he desired.

"You look like you're thinking hard, Doctor," Yagi-san greeted from his bed, looking a little more relaxed than before.

Harry jolted a little out of his thoughts before laughing a little sheepishly, "Ah, sorry. Just contemplating a few things, as well as your test results. Shall I get you out of those wires? I believe I promised you something to eat as well."

Harry told himself that this wasn't a date, he had practically kidnapped the man from a restaurant in an ambulance. It wasn't a date. It would be highly unprofessional to date a patient – which was why he would wait until he could hand Yagi-san's case over before taking the man out properly, if he would allow it of course.

He might have been just as interested as Harry himself, but that didn't mean he was in a position to date.

000

Toshinori didn't have much chance to eat with people, or even to socialise with people. He... was very happy right now, he realised as he laughed at the story Doctor Pots was telling him about an incident at his school where his friend's brothers triggered a trap Quirk laid by a teacher and ended up growing full-length beards.

They had gone down to the hospital ground floor where various gift shops, and restaurants lined the walls. The doctor exchanged a few words with one of the young ladies behind the counter, and a moment later, Toshinori was presented with a large bowl of vegetable soup, and a single thick wedge of fluffy white bread. 'I hope it isn't presumptuous of me, but your stomach was highly irritated from your episode earlier. This is probably the only thing on the menu that isn't going to trigger another one,' the doctor had explained when they sat down, a bowl of soup on his tray as well. In truth, Toshinori had been touched by the forethought and assured him it was alright, very few people stopped to consider how bad his stomach was whenever they found out about his bad lung.

He shared a few stories of his own while he was at UA, keeping just whom he was a secret, explaining how his teacher had single-mindedly set him to training until he threw up nearly every day. Before then quickly having to defend both Gran Torino and UA's training methods from a very disapproving and angry paediatric surgeon.

He huffed a small laugh at the green eyed young man as he grumbled and glared at the far wall in frustration, he was so passionate and hot headed about the welfare of others, it was quite charming. There was a lot of personality contained in such a small person, he couldn't help but be interested, or stop his eyes from skimming down what little of his body that could be seen in the not-so flattering hospital scrubs and coat.

Green eyes flicked up, and he twitched, flushing at being caught in the act of eyeing him up.

The doctor merely smirked, but didn't tease him, instead he straightened up and complained about how Toshinori was obviously biased towards his alma mater, too much to see bad teaching practices when they were in front of him at any rate.

Eager to deflect his embarrassment, the Pro-hero jumped on the subject and protested valiantly.

000

Two days later, after his impromptu trip to the emergency room, Toshinori showed up to work and found a bit of a furore occurring around the reception desk on the top floor.

"What's this? Is everything alright, girls?" he asked in concern, quickly shuffling his way over to where Kaede-chan and Yue-chan were being swarmed by several girls from throughout the building. Including even Mokoto-chan from the cleaning team, and Nami-chan from the cafe on the second floor. Giggles immediately broke out amongst them as he approached, and Yue quickly began to usher them all off. Cheery calls and greetings were exchanged, all of the lovely ladies bidding him a good morning – it sometimes surprised him at just how well received he was throughout the tower, especially given his poor health and sickly appearance.

"Everything's fine, Yagi-san. You just had a delivery," Kaede-chan explained with a wicked glint to her eye, gesturing to...

Toshinori's eyes widened, "Oh my... Who on earth would have sent..."

Sunflowers.

A small bouquet of sunflowers in a tall vase, tied together with yellow ribbon and a number of decorative leafy plant cuts. Kaede handed him a small card with a smile and an eager twinkle in her eye.

'I truly enjoyed your company several days ago, and wondered if you would like to have dinner with me again? Your choice, no pressure. -Harry'

Toshinori felt his face beginning to burn.

Doctor Potter had sent him flowers, and asked him out to dinner? Him?

He... he didn't think he had ever been on a date before, not since his UA days at least. Should he say yes? Should he say no? What did one even wear on a date these days, what was the etiquette? Toshinori could barely remember dating as a teenager, he had absolutely no idea how to go about it now he was in his forties. He – he flushed crimson as he turned beseeching eyes up onto the young ladies manning the desk.

"I – I think I need a little help, ladies."

000

He could do this, he could, he was ready.

Toshinori swallowed nervously, adjusting his grip on the small bunch of flowers. It had taken him a bit of time on google to figure out which ones were best at the recommendation of Hana-chan from the twenty-first floor. Since Doctor Pots – Harry rather, he had signed the card with his first name, that meant it was okay to use, right? Since Harry had made the first move by sending him sunflowers, which meant happiness, good luck, and warmth according to her, it was alright for him to return the thought, if not expected. So, after some flustered tapping of his phone, he found a florist shop that would have the flowers he wanted, nothing too extreme. He had a single thornless pale pink rose, which meant joy and love at first sight, a bit cheeky of him, but he had been enchanted with the fiery doctor that was perfectly willing to throw him into moving traffic in order to get at his fallen paperwork, surrounded by a handful of white gardenia, which meant something along the lines of 'you're lovely'. And he was. No one had ever given him flowers, as Toshinori or All Might.

He had asked all the girls in the tower for advice, several of the men he knew were on the dating scene (he shyly asked a few of the married men as well, and got what was probably better advice, but he wasn't going to be telling young Chiba-kun that, he had been so happy to help), and even though they were all very kind and helped him to the best of their abilities, of course. He still... he was still a little nervous, so he went and got a dummy's guide to dating the other day, and probably stayed up a bit later than he should have reading through and ear-marking various pages for reference later.

A lot of it was female/male specific, but there were a few very helpful chapters about same-sex dating that were good, even if he very nearly vomited blood all over it at some of the more explicit material (and if he ear-marked that as well, no one but him would be knowing about it).

He wrung his hands a little, tugging on his sleeves nervously. When he had exchanged business cards with Harry, he had never once dreamed that it could lead him to actually going on a date with the young man in question, but here he was, stood next to the fountain they had agreed as a meeting point. He hoped he wasn't over-dressed, he hadn't been sure what was appropriate so had probably broken some form of rule and asked Harry himself if he should be getting dressed up. The Doctor said casual but warm, so he had decided to wear some of his work slacks – truthfully one of the few pieces of clothing that fit him in his current state, everything else was All Might sized – and a thick red turtle-neck under his tan coat.

He had his wallet, phone, and keys in his pockets, and he had slipped that oh so important dummy's guide into his back pocket, just in case he needed to speed away into the gentlemens' lavatory to check something. He was so nervous.

"Yagi-san, I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Harry greeted, making the blond jolt and spit blood, "Ah, are you alright? Sit down!" Toshinori blushed in utter mortification as he quickly found himself perched on the edge of the fountain, the doctor crouched in front of him, pressing a handkerchief into his hands.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, you startled me is all. It's nothing," he coughed, dabbing his mouth and chin clean.

"Ahh, you've been pushing yourself again, haven't you?" the doctor complained, rocking back onto his heels and running a hand through his fringe.

"Perhaps," Toshinori admitted sheepishly, sitting up carefully and getting a proper look at his date for the first time. Long legs clad in loose washed out blue jeans, heavy black boots, and a thick black leather motorbike jacket, his long hair was in a lower horsetail and hanging over one shoulder, and he had a large heavy backpack over one shoulder. He wore glasses too, simple black frames perched on the end of his nose as he rested his chin on his hand, elbow braced on a knee as he crouched in front of him. He was very different to the suited intellectual looking man Toshinori had met before now.

He suddenly remembered the flowers, and turned dark red, "Uhm, these – are for you," he muttered, awkwardly presenting the small bunch to him, "Since you sent me those lovely sunflowers, I thought it would be remiss of me not to return the gesture, and..." he trailed off awkwardly.

He peeked up and was rewarded with the totally unguarded expression of surprise and delight on the doctor's face as he carefully accepted the small offering. "You didn't have to – I didn't expect – thank you," he finally said smiling.

Toshinori beamed, "I'm glad you like them."

000

Harry took him to a small cafe that did made to order smoothies and milkshakes, the entire wall of the cafe was dominated with tubs of icecream, chocolate, fruits, and had a large board of ingredients and drinks set above rows and rows of blenders. The room was fairly chilled, hence why Harry told him to dress warmly, and filled with people laughing and chatting with the radio playing in the background. The smell of chocolate sauce and fruit filled the air as Harry lead him in.

"Hm, surprisingly busy tonight," the doctor observed as they stepped into line, peering around at the teenagers.

Toshinori was the one that spotted the sports bags and such, "Ah, highschool sports students. It is getting towards that time of year where they have the Winter championships in various tournaments," he explained as he discreetly pointed to a few of the kit bags the children had tucked under their tables and chairs.

"They'll probably get a bit noisy then. Do you want to sit in, or take out?" Harry asked peering up at him.

The blond paused, a little nervous, what should he say? Was Harry trying to suggest they go somewhere more private? Did he just not like teenagers? Toshinori didn't actually mind sitting in, it was kind of nice seeing the youth of today being able to act their age, to relax in safety, knowing that this was what he went out every day to protect from villains and criminals. But he didn't want to make Harry upset by forcing him to stay in a room where he might be uncomfortable, or just tired of dealing with teenagers whom he probably had enough of during the day -

The doctor nudged him smiling slightly, "Calm down, Yagi-san. I just wanted to know if you were comfortable in such a noisy environment given how you seemed a little overwhelmed the last time at A&E," he explained soothingly. And immediately Toshinori felt himself flush in embarrassment, and a little affection at the realisation the doctor had noticed, and even cared.

"Eat in, if that's alright with you," he managed to say just as the line moved them to the desk.

Harry ordered one of the fruit smoothies first to give Toshinori enough time to quickly look over the menu before he placed his own order. They made some small talk as they waited for their order, Toshinori telling him about the reaction his sunflowers had gotten at the office, completely oblivious to the wicked glint that appeared briefly in the Doctor's eye.

It seemed to be going well, until Harry took a sip of his drink and immediately grimaced.

"What's wrong?" Toshinori asked mind immediately thinking the worst, what if he'd been poisoned? Did these people know he was really All Might? What Villain set up shop in a smoothie bar?

"...grapefruit," the doctor complained quietly, swallowing his mouthful with a little difficulty as they sat down, hand over his mouth. "Sorry, I really don't like grapefruit," he admitted with a laugh as he set his drink to one side.

"Why not tell them and get another?" the Pro-Hero asked, watching as the doctor shook his head, smiling a little.

"It'll get lodged as a complaint, even if it was just a little incident. It's just a drink, I came here for the company more than anything," he added with a grin as Toshinori promptly went red.

"Are you trying to make me blush?" he demanded plaintively.

"Very much so," the doctor admitted smugly and without shame.

In that case.

"How do you feel about apple and banana?" the Hero asked, changing the subject entirely and making the doctor pause with the seeming disconnect.

"I – quite like them?" he asked suspiciously.

"Good. Because I quite like grapefruit," he announced before swapping their drinks with a grin. Harry laughed, unable to say anything as he nodded and gracefully accepted his defeat.

"Doctor Pots? It is you!" a young voice interrupted, taking the two of them aback as they turned to see one of the teenagers stood in front of their table.

Harry blinked and leaned back, "Ah, Fuji-kun, fancy meeting you here," he greeted, just as surprised as the teenager apparently was. He then narrowed his eyes, "How's your ankle, have you been keeping off it like I told you to?" he demanded sharply, leaning forward in his seat like a predator. Toshinori couldn't help but grin a little behind his pilfered drink watching the exchange between short-tempered doctor and flustered naughty school boy.

Much like him, even if they weren't in uniform, their work was never over.

000

In short order, their date was taken over by Midori High's soccer team clamouring around their table, the moment young Fuji's senpai learned that their second year star player had been forced to go to the hospital for an ankle injury that was that. The whole team was in an uproar, combined with Harry's own temper, poor Fuji-kun was relegated to the bench for the foreseeable future, being given strict instructions on food, exercise, and even what kind of shoes and socks he should be wearing until he was fully recovered. Then of course came the questions about what the doctor was even doing there when they were pretty certain he lived in the hospital (Toshinori was not going to acknowledge how flattered that comment made him, that the workaholic would hang his coat up to spend time with him, absolutely not), then there was a second uproar about the date, their age, their jobs – and the moment they found out that Toshinori worked for All Might Hero Offices, he was unanimously considered the coolest person ever and the team wouldn't leave them alone.

It was very tiring, but also one of the nicest evenings out he'd had in a long time. (And if Toshinori wrote out enough All Might personalised signatures for each member of the team wishing them luck in their club activities, well, they were good boys – he was kind of waiting for the complete freak outs online when they received them, seeing how happy something as small as a signature could make someone was honestly one of the more enjoyable things about being a Pro-Hero.)

He walked Harry back to his motorbike, trying not to be surprised by the fact that he had one because he really didn't seem the type – revealing that the reason his backpack was so big and heavy was because he kept his black helmet inside. He turned down the offer of the lift back to his flat, as much as he kind of did want to accept, the security risks... 'Maybe another time,' he suggested with a smile before the doctor bade him goodnight and went off.

In truth, Toshinori should have probably expected it. Should definitely have expected it after witnessing the man's absolutely remorseless sense of humour the previous evening when he, what was the term, 'roasted' the Midori boys.

In a repeat of the sunflower incident, Toshinori walked into the top-floor reception to a horde of women clustered around the desk, all cooing and giggling and squealing.

There were two bouquets waiting for him when the ladies parted to let him in, the smaller one of colourful carnations specifically addressed to 'the lovely ladies helping Yagi in his day to day – thank you for taking care of him', Toshinori promptly went pink and realised that was why there were so many women up here today – each of them with a little flower pinned to their blazers, or tucked into their hair.

The other bouquet was for him specifically, and three times larger than the one before hand.

'Am I making you blush yet?', no name. No need for a name.

Little shit.

000

For the whole day Toshinori had to put up with the good natured teasing and ribbing, the genuine congratulations, and of course the questions. All throughout it, he plotted his revenge, or rather, their next date. Because this was going to take some topping (yes it had become a competition, Pro Heroes were naturally competitive, and Harry was an utterly cheeky little bastard and Toshinori would make him swoon or so help him – ).

The date he had covered, one of the girls mentioned that the Cat Cafe down the road had recently gotten a litter of kittens. Toshinori liked it there, but out of respect for Kaede-chan who was allergic, he didn't go very often for risk of bringing dander back that could trigger an asthma attack. They did very good cakes and shortbreads, he quite liked their milkshakes as well which meant he could have something while Harry had solid food as well if he wanted – Toshinori hadn't noticed that the smoothie bar was probably for his benefit until Yue-chan cooed about how considerate his date had been in selecting where to go.

Toshinori now had to invite him, but he didn't want to do it over a phonecall. Oh no, for that bouquet of flowers, he wanted to make this loud and embarrassingly sappy for the Doctor. Delivering flowers to him at the hospital was a no as he was a member of staff, working in the childrens' A&E guaranteed that any flower deliveries to him wouldn't make it past the receptionist desk due to the risk of pollen, allergens, and other risks to the little ones with open wounds, bad immune systems, etc, etc. And sadly that was the only address he had for the doctor. A quick phonecall provided him with the good doctor's shift hours though (he may have told a little bit of a white lie, but it was a good idea and he might follow through with it later with Harry's permission, a visit to the childrens' ward as All Might would really brighten their day, he felt). And with that he was able to plan his revenge.

Was this giddy excitement how villains felt, he wondered?

000

"Sorry to interrupt, call for you, Potsu-sensei," Tsubame-san announced, poking her head into the recovery stall of his last patient of the day as he was detailing the nine year old's test results to her concerned parents.

"Thank you, I'll be out in a minute." She watched as the foreigner knelt beside the little girl's chair and patted her head, "Remember what I said about swallowing strange things, Tsuyu-chan?" the little frog-like girl nodded meekly, "Good girl. Make sure she takes the liquid anti-inflammatories, and sticks to cold drinks for the near future and she should be fine," he said to her parents as he got to his feet.

After a few handshakes, and words with her parents, he left the room and headed for the nurses' station where Aiko was holding a phone out for him, she mouthed 'Main reception' to him as he collected it.

"Doctor Potter speaking," he spoke.

"We have a delivery waiting for you at the front desk, seems to be personal rather than professional, your signature is required though," the young lady explained with a cheery sounding voice.

"Alright, I'll be down in ten minutes. May as well pick it up on my way out. In a bit," he said, waiting for her confirmation before hanging up. "It's about that time, ladies. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Biding his small team goodnight, he made his way to the locker room where he got changed and collected his phone, bag, boots, and helmet ready to go home, dumped his scrubs into the laundry, and gave himself a quick spritz with some deodorant. He checked it, as always, and sighed at the lack of message from Yagi-san. He had written his mobile number down on their last date so they could text and call each other but he had yet to receive anything from the sunny blond. Had his indulgence of the Midori boys ruined his chances?

Tucking the phone into his jacket pocket, he left the locker room and made his way towards the main reception. Usually he would duck out through C-floor's blood wing as the lifts down to the carpark where he usually parked his bike were closer, it was also quieter and he had less chance of outraged parents stopping him on the way out to demand why he wasn't in the A&E taking care of their child. He understood their concerns, but even doctors and nurses had set working hours, for their own health and wellbeing. When his time was up, he had to be strict with himself and leave otherwise he would end up pulling another forty-eight hour shift and receive an official disciplinary for putting patients' wellbeing at risk through negligence. The last thing he wanted to do was put a child at risk because he was so tired he fucked up.

He made his way through the ground floor to the main reception, past gift shops, the restaurants, seating areas, the line of phone booths used to call taxis and family members, a small childrens' play area, before he reached the main desk, laughing a little at the huge display of red, yellow, and orange flowers across it, and the harassed delivery driver next to it. And he did look harassed, likely due to the number of nurses and members of the cleaning team clustered around him cooing over the flowers and giggling. Which was a little unusual thinking about it, they got a ridiculous number of flowers delivered every day to the point where people just learned to blank them out unless they were refusing to let them into various wards. Perhaps it was the size of the bouquet that made it so noteworthy.

"I don't think the maternity or recovery wards have bedside tables big enough for something like that," he observed with a grin as he eyed the massive thing. Yellow and red roses, red camellias, those lovely multicoloured tulips that went from yellow to orange and even red, decorative ferns, and little white gardenias to highlight. All tied together with a large red ribbon.

One of the receptionist girls laughed, "Oh that won't be a problem. They're for you, Potsu-sensei."

He paused, tilting his head, "Me?" he repeated, frowning before looking up at them. It was – no one would send him – wait.

He burst out laughing, much to the delighted bewilderment of his colleagues who, until this moment, had been under the impression he was such a workaholic he neither had a personal life, or a love life.

Touché, Yagi-san, touché.

He signed for the delivery, still snickering, and read through the little card attached to the delivery, date, time, and location with a question mark and a cat's paw. God that man was adorable. And an utter pain in the ass. Harry peered up at the huge bouquet that actually stood higher than his head now it was in his arms.

He was going to have to walk home with this.

000

Hospitals never sleep, so it didn't take long at all for word to spread about Harry receiving such a huge floral display. By the time he came in the next day, his entire department knew he had a love life, and exactly what flowers he had received. He had been fully prepared for the utter shit-eating grins to appear when he walked in, and if he returned them with a very smug smirk of his own, it just made the morning that much more amusing. After all, he didn't see any of them getting huge ass bouquets of flowers.

The only downside was the sly comments that got thrown his way every now and again, he didn't quite understand why Aiko was singing under her breath when he passed 'You are a flame in my heart', or even Sachi stopping dead in front of him while he was eating his lunch in one of the break rooms, getting right in his face with a squint, before clapping a hand on his shoulder with a heavy sigh and a complaint of 'you really do have beautiful eyes, you bastard' before she left. A few of the male nurses looked a bit confused as well, but it wasn't until he overheard Satoshi and Kota commenting on how it must have been a flower thing did he realise.

Flower language.

His aunt had been obsessed with it when he was small, but he had kind of blanked all knowledge of the art out of his mind largely due to trauma and a desire to forget that period of his life had ever even happened. But regardless, the Japanese took flower arranging very seriously, there were like... three thousand different Ikebana arts all with their own subtle meanings where shifting a flower or a twig half an inch lower in angle could completely change the meaning of the piece.

Checking google when he got home provided the answers, and he – well he didn't think his face had been this red since he was twelve and listening to a 'singing telegram' belting out a poorly written valentines day song to him in front of all his friends.

Variegated tulips, the multicoloured ones, meant 'beautiful eyes', which explained Sachi-chan's comment in the break room. Red camellias, help him, translated literally into 'you're a flame in my heart', and didn't he nearly have a heart attack when he read that – did-could Yagi-san know about his past? He worked at the All Might offices, if any hero would have access to that kind of information then it would be that guy. Roses, god, the yellow ones meant joy and friendship, and red traditionally meant love and respect. The decorative ferns, which he had at first thought were just space fillers, apparently meant fascination, confidence and shelter. And gardenia stood for 'You're lovely', or secret love.

Harry had just sent him flowers that he liked the look of, he hadn't been aware that Yagi-san knew flower language. Holy shit, what had he been saying to the man?

Oh shit. What had he been saying to the man?

000

Toshinori knew he'd hit pay dirt when he received the text, he might have been in the middle of Hero work dealing with reporters when it went off, and he would forever be a little embarrassed at the goddamn frame by frame break down of his facial expression when he read that single word text and grinned all the brighter for it but...

'Fucker'

His day was made with that single word.

000

"You're a complete and utter shit, and I know nothing about the flower language," Harry announced when Toshinori showed up for their second date. But he was smiling, so the blond could do nothing but laugh a little helplessly in the face of the accusation.

A single yellow tulip was shoved under his nose in short order before the horribly blushing young man turned on heel to pick up his bike helmet from where he had set it on the ground.

It took Toshinori a minute to remember, but yellow tulip – there's sunshine in your smile.

He melted.

It wasn't one of the big bouquets designed to embarrass him, to make as big a fuss as possible to show how much he cared, it was a small little thing, more intimate and thoughtful because of it. Carefully, he tucked the flower into the button hole of his jacket, blushing happily as he watched the doctor who was pointedly not looking at him, well aware of what he had done, and thoroughly embarrassed by it now as well. And as much as Toshinori now wanted to kiss him, it was a bit soon. Instead, he caught the doctor's hand and laced their fingers together, smiling brightly.

"Shall we go? It's just around the corner," he explained feeling Harry's grip on his hand tightening a little as he pulled his bag on properly, still a little flushed, but now smiling.

"Sure."

The small cafe was brightly lit, warm, and had two doors leading in to prevent any of their furry escape-masters from getting out. It had polished pinewood floors, low cushions and stools, the walls were covered in shelves and tubes and boxes for the cats, and the floor and tables were littered with cat toys everywhere. Several of the girls grinned when they saw them walk in.

"Yagi-san! You've been gone forever! I counted!" one of the younger girls with multicoloured hair exclaimed happily, rushing over to hug him, "Ara? Who's this?" she asked beaming at Harry, spotting their joined hands that Toshinori very pointedly tightened his grip on before the doctor could think about pulling away.

"This is Potter Harry," Toshinori introduced smiling brightly at her as he patted her back. Junko was always so lively and happy, "You've changed your hair colour again I see."

"Yep, the blue was getting a bit old. So I thought – pink, orange, and purple! How's it look?" she asked happily, bouncing backwards, somehow managing to dance her feet around the variety of felines that had already made their way over to investigate the newcomers, and did a twirl for them, her multicoloured hair and skirts swishing with the motion.

"Very nice," Toshinori praised.

"The purple brings out your eyes," Harry added and Junko positively beamed at him.

"Oh I like him, you should bring him more often. Your usual seat?" she asked as she hustled several of the cats around to let the two of them in a little more easily.

"Ah," Toshi began to protest as usually he sat by himself, but, before he could even begin to request a different table, Choko appeared with a second chair to plunk down for him, winking in his direction as she did so. Junko laughed and scooped up one of the cats as she twisted around them.

"Way ahead of you, Toshi-kun," the chubby young woman assured him as he lead his date to his usual seat, blushing happily as he did so. "Nice to meet you, Potteru-san. And you, you need to come more often!" she added, swatting Toshinori with one of the menus even as she handed the other one to Harry, "You've lost weight again!"

The Pro-Hero quickly slithered out of his coat and took his seat, shoulders hunched in embarrassment as the girls loudly fussed over him.

"Ahh-aaah!" Junko wailed from the coffee counter behind the till, her lavender coloured eyes widening as she jumped up to lean over the table, "Toshi! I thought we talked about that!" she exclaimed.

Harry laughed at him, "You're well loved," he observed with a grin as he stripped out of his leather jacket.

"Hard not to love, Toshi-kun, he's a big ol' softie that you just wanna wrap up in cotton wool and feed cookies to," Choko laughed as she boldly leaned over to hug Toshinori's head with one arm, not that she had to lean far given his height.

The blond blushed as Harry laughingly agreed with the owner of the cafe.

"You guys get comfortable, I'll be back in a minute to take your order," Choko said cheerfully as she bustled off, stepping over one of the cats as it made its ponderous way over – and promptly jumped into Harry's seat before the doctor could take it.

There was a pause as Harry stared down at the feline now stretching itself out contentedly on his chair, getting comfortable, and then staring up at him with that particular brand of feline disdain, practically daring him to do something about it. Toshinori had to put a hand over his mouth to hide his grin as the two continued to stare at each other challengingly. Miskit was perhaps one of the most stubborn cats here at the cafe, and she took particular pleasure in stealing seats until she got to know someone and where they liked to sit when they came in.

Miskit blinked slowly, and Harry sighed.

And then in a completely unexpected move, the doctor turned to Toshinori, pulled one of his arms aside, and sat on his leg. "She's too cute. I can't move her," he complained with a glare at the rather smug looking feline who started licking herself in victory. "I hope you don't mind," he added as an after-thought, stiffening a little as if he just realised that perhaps something like this would be unappreciated so soon.

The Pro-Hero quickly moved his arm around the doctor's waist, "Not at all," he blurted out, probably failing entirely at not seeming too eager.

Junko flashing him thumbs up from her place at the coffee counter did not help.

000

Choko's baking was delicious as always, her cakes were super soft and moist making it easy for him to stomach as long as he took it slowly, not that he would rush with Harry sat comfortably in his lap, drinking his own tea and stroking one of the more forward cats that came over to investigate and decided it wanted to climb into the doctor's lap as well. Miskit was still lording over her seat, content to watch them lazily and only move herself to bat away any other cat that might try to dethrone her. Given how she was a chubby little grey and white munchkin with stumpy legs, it was quite comical to watch.

Then Choko appeared and dumped a box of kittens over them.

Harry very nearly ended up dropping his drink all over the both of them, and quickly escaped with a laugh, gathering up their dirty dishes before curious little noses got into all the things that were probably rather bad for them. Leaving Toshinori to be smothered in kittens, much to his delight.

"He comes in every time we get kittens," Junko provided when Harry got to the counter, grinning fondly at the blond as he so very gently handled the tiny animals. The two of them watched for a moment as he played with the fluffy little beasts, pinning a pair of them to the coffee table with one hand and letting them savage his fingers. The two of them chuckled at the sight, and Harry felt absolutely no shame in snapping a picture on his phone.

000

Like last time, Toshinori walked Harry back to his motorbike when they were finished in the cafe. Both of them were still laughing, completely covered in cat hair, and checking their pockets for any stray friends that might have decided to crawl in – like the little black mischief maker that tried to escape the cafe in one of Toshinori's coat pockets before he put his hand in and noticed.

Harry teasingly showed off all the pictures he took of him when he was playing with the kittens when they reached his bike, "Maybe I should show everyone at Might Tower these?" he asked slyly.

Knowing that he would as well, Toshinori made a grab for the phone only to have it tossed into Harry's other hand, the now empty one snagging the front of his shirt and dragging him down a little further. The blond yelped and then froze when Harry kissed him on the cheek.

"Next time we're going to an owl cafe," he announced before letting go.

For a moment, the Pro-Hero floundered, not sure of what to do before he decided to just... go with it. And plant a kiss of his own on Harry's cheek.

"Of course. I look forward to it already," he said warmly.

0000

This got a LOT BIGGER than intended. So I'm multi-chaping it even though this was supposed to be a cute little oneshot but thirteen pages later they're only finished with the second date and omg. I've got at least two more before couple confirmed, and then there's Harry's backstory to deal with, the Vigilantes thing with Trigger, and then Izuku and UA and (flop) yeah. There's a lot to cover XDD;;;

I'm sorry to everyone who follows me for KHR who hasn't yet realised, I've moved fandoms. I would highly recommend giving BNHA a look, it's great. Bakugo made me not want to read it at first, but the promise of character development, meaningful character development, made me stick it out. And I honestly love this fucking series more than KHR tbh