Siren Song (All Might x Reader)

You woke at the late hour of six AM filled with dread. No, what you had seen last night wasn't a dream and no, you still weren't ready to talk to him about whatever 'announcement' he had for you. Unfortunately, you couldn't skip training two days in a row so you had no choice but to suck it up and deal with whatever he threw at you with a pleasant smile on your face. As if that wasn't enough, the ukulele on your bedside table reminded you that you were supposed to play at the coffee shop tonight. Hurray.

You decided your best option would be to get to training right away. Toshi wouldn't wake up for another two hours or so, but maybe if you got to training before he was awake he'd come down and see you'd already put in a day's work. That way you could cut your session short and spend less time with him that morning. Gran Torino and Sir Nighteye weren't going to be there to watch you that day so your plan just might've worked.

You hastily got up and got ready for the morning before heading down to the gym. The light streamed through the giant windows and heated up the entirety of the room, making it uncomfortably stuffy. You decided to push through anyways and hope Toshinori would turn the AC on whenever he woke up.

The first problem you encountered when trying to train on your own was deciding what you needed to do and in what order. Usually you'd just fight in the morning and the afternoons were reserved for workouts. Your performance was at the same time that your workouts usually were, so Toshi and everyone else had decided you could just do your workout and combat training at the same time.

You decided the best course of action would be to follow your normal routine: Stretches, weights, and then finish it off with some cardio. You began with the normal stretches you and Toshi would do together, feeling a little less self conscious that you weren't bending around in your leggings while he critiqued your form. Once you felt good and limber you made your way over to the weights. You only did the things you wouldn't need a spotter for in case something were to happen. You pushed yourself well beyond your normal reps and for once the burn felt good. Without Toshinori there to remind you of the looming threat you were about to face you felt powerful. You were able to run without taking any breaks at this point, lift well beyond what you initially could those few weeks ago, and exercise left you feeling less and less sore and miserable every day. Combat, on the other hand, was still an uphill climb.

By the time you'd finished your run and had sat down to drink some water and catch your breath, the air conditioner had kicked on, signaling that Toshinori was awake. You sighed and waited a few minutes before he made his entrance, stepping off the elevator and looking curiously at you.

"Mornin', (Y/N). You're up early. What's the special occasion?" He was in his grey joggers and black tank top that he always looked so excellent in when you were training. For a moment your heartbeat picked up in excitement at seeing him and you smiled, but you remembered why you were there so early in the first place and your face fell.

"Well, I need to practice my song for the open mic night tonight, so I thought if I got up earlier and started training earlier then we could end earlier and I'd have more time to practice." You lied smoothly.

"Well, that makes sense. Why didn't you wake me up? We could've trained together."

"Well... I didn't wanna wake you up. You were out late last night and you probably needed the rest after babysitting me the night before."

His face lit up as he remembered last night, "Oh! Speaking of, I wanted to tell you something but you went to bed early last night. I-"

"Uh... can it wait a little bit?" You interrupted him, heart sinking. You really didn't want to discuss this quite yet.

He looked taken aback, "Oh, yeah. Of course. It's nothing too important I suppose. Are you just that eager to fight?"

"Always!" You stood up and stretched. Hopefully he'd forget about what he wanted to tell you after he kicked your shit in during training.