he was such a sullen faced kid

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During the first week of school, after the revelation of All Might’s true form, classes felt… weird. Something about All Might felt off, besides the fact that he looked completely different. All the kids noticed it, but no one could pin point what it was.

Uraraka figured it out first.

“He doesn’t smile as often!!” She stood up and shouted in the middle of class one day, the epiphany hitting her like a strike of lightning. Aizawa glared at her from the front of the class, and she quickly apologized for interrupting his lesson. But the second she pointed it out, everyone understood.

All Might, before, was always smiling. But now, he constantly has this sullen, not quite a frown, but not a smile, look on his face. That’s what was off.

So the students hatched a plan.

They kept Izuku out of it, because they were afraid he might slip up and accidentally tell All Might what they were planning.

And so, during the next few weeks, they all (even Bakugou. Seeing All Might not be his boisterous, smiling self is just as unsettling to him, as it is for everyone else) surprised All Might with little gifts. A piece of candy here, a CD, there, and even a big fluffy sweater from at least two people. Uraraka gives him an adorable, hand stitched, tiny, pink plush bunny, with the words ‘All M’ on the front. Some send him cards, telling him how awesome they think he is. Others cut out the middle man and compliment him straight to his face (”You have really pretty eyes, All Might, sir!! I could never see them before!!” This comes from, ironically, Tooru).

With each gift, Toshinori gets more and more baffled. His class was never so affectionate towards him before. At some points, he starts to suspect that it’s out pity. But he knows certain people would never act in such a way simply out of pity (like Todoroki and Bakugou), but that leaves him even more baffled than he was before.

He asks Izuku about it, but he’s just as confused as Toshinori.

The kids, meanwhile, begin to redouble their efforts. Because, while All Might does smile sometimes when he’s given one of their gifts, he just seems confused more than anything. They need a new strategy. Sadly, no one in the class could come up with something new. And so, reluctantly, they have to break and ask Izuku for help.

Once Izuku knew exactly what they’re doing, he began to cry. And not sweet, little tears, oh no. He starts sobbing big, goofy ghibli tears. The class started freaking out, but he assured them he’s alright. He’s just really, really happy.

He suggested thanking All Might. Thanking him for little things, like “Thanks for the great lesson today, sir!!” and “Thanks for helping me today!!”

All Might does notice the change in behavior, but doesn’t comment on it. However, he does start smiling more with every bit of thanks.

He does, however, question Izuku about it when they’re alone. “Did you notice how often the kids are saying thank you to me?” he asked his young successor, during lunch. “It’s quite kind of them, but strange. Even young Bakugou said thank you to me this morning…” He mused to himself.

Besides him, Izuku froze. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!!” He stuttered, laughing awkwardly and looking in any direction away from his mentor. Toshinori noticed the sweat running down the teen’s face and squinted at him, playfully suspicious. “You know something, don’t you?”

“N-N-N-NO!!” Izuku denied, shaking his head rapidly from side to side, a nervous smile on his face. His lie was completely transparent to both of them. 

“My boy…” Toshinori gave him a long, teasing look.

“I-I swear!! I don’t know anything about the class’ plan to get you to smile more because they noticed you don’t smile as often anymore!! MPH!!” Izuku slapped his hands over his mouth, horrified. Clearly, what he’d said had slipped out by accident. But the damage was already done.

Toshnori froze, the words cutting right through him, like one of his own punches. His jaw dropped. The students… their strange behavior for the past few weeks suddenly made sense. They showered him with gifts, and compliments, and thanks. Even young Todoroki and Bakugou joined in on the plan, and all out of concern for him.

He knew his smile was important–it gave people hope in their darkest moments. His teacher, Nana, instilled that into him (fight to save their bodies, smile to save their hearts). But he hadn’t realized just how important it was even when he wasn’t in his powered form. He didn’t realize that his smile, his smile as just Toshinori, would have just as much importance to those around him as his smile as All Might was.

He had caused his students so much worry, because of his missing smile… and they tried so hard to bring it back. Truly, he still had a lot to learn about being a teacher.

Next to him, Izuku nervously sat, waiting for All Might’s reaction. His hands were still clamped over his mouth, Toshinori absently noticed, amused. But when Toshinori threw his head back and started laughing his heart out (perhaps a little too literally, given all the blood he spewed afterwards), Izuku’s hands unclamped from his mouth and stared at his mentor, eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

Long fingers found their way into Izuku’s hair, ruffling the dark strands to and fro. Izuku started, but soon relaxed, the gesture calming him. However, he was still just as confused as before. He looked up at All Might’s face for answers. All Might smiled down back at him, his grin beaming.

“I must be truly blessed to have a class as wonderful as this, to be so worried about their teacher’s smile.” He patted Izuku’s head once more. “Don’t worry, my boy, I won’t say anything.“

Izuku returned he smile and relaxed.

The next day, the students noticed that All Might smiled a lot more. Every time someone gave him a gift, or a compliment, or even a simple ‘thank you,’ he responded by giving them all wide, happy grins. No one asked Izuku about the sudden change, tho a few knowing glances may have been thrown his way.

It didn’t matter, tho. All Might was smiling again, and that’s all that mattered.

(so this was a simple musing post that sorta got away from me and turned into a fanfic, whoops)

Damian was grounded. He’d lightly beaten some kids who were about to pull a prank on a disabled classmate. The shouting match between him and Bruce was legendary, driving Tim and Stephanie to the furthest corner of the house while Cass abandoned ship entirely. A few days later Bruce and Alfred had to leave town. No one else was available to “babysit” Damian – which really only entailed delaying his inevitable escape from the Manor – except Barbara.

“You know, Damian,” she said after a quiet dinner with the sullen teen, “I think you need to think bigger.”

Damian looked at her blankly.

“What’s his face, Michael Higgins? The ringleader? You know, there have been rumors lately about his dad’s company. If his dad went to prison for fraud, or embezzlement, or tax evasion, or whatever it is he’s doing wrong,” she waved a hand vaguely, “that would take Michael down a few notches, wouldn’t you say? They may not even be able to afford the school tuition after all those court fees…maybe he’d switch schools. Maybe they would have to downsize and move away.”

“And all these kids today have such a bad habit of taking technology for granted. They don’t secure their phones or clear their caches, y'know what I’m saying?”

She leaned across the table and pointed her ice cream spoon at him.

“Find out who cheated and how to prove it, without getting caught. If you have a hunch their parents are crooks, take them down. Find out who made that gross Fuck/Marry/Kill list of your classmates. Yes, I heard about that. Rat ‘em out – anonymously – for the their shitty behavior instead of getting in trouble for punching them like they deserve.”

Smirking now, Damian gave her an appraising look:

“You sound like you have some experience with this particular brand of justice,”

“Well, I’m not saying I got my class’ 'Regina George’ expelled,” she replied, pressing a hand to her chest with faux modesty, “Or that I exposed a pedo teacher. Or that I borrowed GCPD equipment to do it. But yes, I do.”

“The trick is no one can guess it’s you, or you’ll be in trouble anyway. But you’re Batman’s son, just think of it as training.”

“And it you ever tell him I suggested this, I’m coming for you." She plunked her spoon down into her empty bowl and smiled threateningly.

Mob Boss AU

Will Graham knew that he was older than half the kids working the block. He also knew he was far better at his job and put in way more work to earn his keep. Chilton was a hard pimp, he didn’t like to be disobeyed and Will definitely didn’t like the repercussions of disobeying him. 

His eyes narrowed as he watched a new girl edging into his territory, she was a skinny brunette who looked skittish but he knew better, kid’s eyes told she knew a lot more than she was letting on and he wasn’t having it. Straightening up as she was brushed off by a snob in a suit he made his way over to her, hands deep in the pockets of his leather pants. Running a hand through his too long curls he plastered a deceptively friendly smile on his normally sullen face and stalked his pray, “You’re new. Need a hand with anything? Name’s Graham.”

Will almost snorted as the brat looked him up and down, taking in everything from his bare chest to the track marks on his arm - an old addiction that he’d long since licked - before she took his hand, “I’m Abigail… I’m new to all of this….” 

The moment her hand was in his he yanked her towards him with a snarl, “And that is the only thing stopping be from ripping that pretty brown hair out.” He hissed in her face, “You’re new and you’re young. I get it. But everything from this block, five down is mine, got it?”

She nodded quickly, breaking away and stumbling down the street and away from him. Straightening his shoulders Will looked around, there were no John’s on the streets and it was winter - he wasn’t putting up with the cold any longer, if he didn’t make some money tonight he’d lose his room and that wasn’t an option. Making a quick decision, Will slipped into Death Head Moth, it was a risky move. It was a well known BDSM club, owned by criminals, and often you left with debt rather than money but it was his only option. He blew a kiss to the girl on the door and picked up the white collar that meant he was a sub and single, buckling it round his throat and toeing off his shoes before heading inside.

Half an hour later he was 100 dollars up and chained to a cross, blindfolded.

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During the first week of school, after the revelation of All Might’s true form, classes felt… weird. Something about All Might felt off, besides the fact that he looked completely different. All the kids noticed it, but no one could pin point what it was.

Uraraka figured it out first.

“He doesn’t smile as often!!” She stood up and shouted in the middle of class one day, the epiphany hitting her like a strike of lightning. Aizawa glared at her from the front of the class, and she quickly apologized for interrupting his lesson. But the second she pointed it out, everyone understood.

All Might, before, was always smiling. But now, he constantly has this sullen, not quite a frown, but not a smile, look on his face. That’s what was off.

So the students hatched a plan.

So hey, i posted my fic to AO3!!!