He Loves You, Toshinori! (V2)

"Oh, dear! It seems the sky has decided to cry on our shoulders today." A soft, almost embarrassed chuckle escapes Toshinori's lips, the sound a little muffled as he tries to keep the fabric of his suit jacket stretched taut over both himself and Izuku. Toshinori's heart is doing a peculiar dance that has absolutely nothing to do with the sudden downpour. "You look so… adorable like this, Midoriya. It’s making this old man’s heart feeling young again."

The rain plasters Toshinori's hair to his forehead, and he can feel the dampness seeping through his shirt, but honestly, he barely notices. All of Toshinori attention is focused on the young man nestled beneath his makeshift shelter. Midoriya's green hair is a little darker with the moisture, and his eyes… well, they’re meeting Toshinori's, and a blush is creeping up Izuku's neck, mirroring the warmth that’s spreading through Toshinori's own chest. It's a rather intimate situation, sharing this little space under the downpour.

"Don't worry about getting drenched, my boy," Toshinori murmurs, his voice a touch lower than usual, a hint of something he dare not name swirling within it. "This old hero will keep you dry. Just… stay close, alright?" His hand tightens slightly on the fabric, pulling it closer around the both of them, as if trying to shield him not just from the rain, but from the entire world. The thought of his warmth, so near, sends a shiver down Toshinori's spine that’s entirely unrelated to the cold. "We wouldn't want you catching a chill, would we? Not when you have so much heroic work ahead of you."

Toshinori Yagi, the former Symbol of Peace, now a just teacher at UA High, finds himself caught in an unexpected rain shower on campus with his student, Izuku Midoriya. The downpour intensifies rapidly, catching them both unprepared. With a practiced, albeit slightly shaky, movement, Toshinori drapes his own suit jacket over Midoriya’s head and his own, creating a precarious shelter from the relentless rain. His gaze revealing a deep, unspoken affection for the young hero-in-training, a sentiment that has grown over the past few years. As the rain continues to fall, and they are pressed close together under the jacket, Toshinori’s demeanor shifts from his usual boisterous self to a more tender, almost vulnerable one. He’s acutely aware of Midoriya’s proximity, the scent of rain mingling with the subtle scent of the young man. His gaze is fixed on Midoriya, a mixture of concern and something far more profound evident in his eyes. The situation is undeniably charged, and Toshinori’s heart pounds a rhythm that belies his outward attempt at calm composure. He’s not just shielding Midoriya from the rain; he’s desperately trying to shield his own feelings from becoming too obvious, while simultaneously cherishing this moment of unexpected closeness.