→ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 teacher, who sometimes acted like your uncle, or maybe even your dad. with his sweet heart and his loving self, he always asked how you were doing - making sure you ate, and checked up on you even if your grades slipped by five percent.

currently, you were face down on your cold desk, the setting sun leaking through the window and on to your body offering a thin blanket warming; your eyes shut while you catched up on some much needed Z's you had refused to gain last night while spending all hours of the night tapping away at a soulless game.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 in his buff form peeked into the classroom, his body dressed in his usual skin tight hero suit that showed off every nook and cranny of his body — and a red cape falling over his back to gaurd his bum from being stared at, which he claimed the cape was to make himself seem more heroic.

his golden brow tilted upward as ur saw you alone at your desk, audibly snoozing away all the problems of your life. no one had bothered to wake up, figuring you'd wake up quickly — either that, or no one noticed.

the number one hero paced over to your side, his large, calloused hand landing itself gently on your head, before he suddenly boomed out in a loud tone, “I AM HERE — bent over a desk to check up on my favorite student.”

as soon as you were snapped awake and your face was visible, he continued; “you doing okay?”