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Brushing Tangled Locks

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“Aizawa, would you mind if I had a word?”

The man in question pulled his goggles down and let them hang around his neck. He rubbed the corner of his dry eye as he walked over to the bulky hero who smiled as bright as ever.

Shouta almost put his glasses back on.

Instead, he stepped over the rubble spread over the street and strode closer to his coworker for the day. Shouta forced his shoulders to relax as he stood next to the taller man. “What did you need, All Might?”

The man scratched the side of his cheek and averted his gaze to the side. A bashful action that continued to look awkward on such a large individual. “I wanted to know if you’d like to come back to my agency to clean up so we could maybe get a bite to eat afterwards. My treat.”

Shouta touched a rip in his costume sleeve and looked over the dirt clinging to All Might’s colorful costume. They were both in shabby shape after the battle. Walking home in that condition had its pros and cons, though Shouta preferred to be clean.

His own agency, however, was across town and All Might’s was a mere block away.

With no desire to walk home dirty, Shouta agreed.

“Excellent!” All Might clapped his hands together before putting them on Shouta’s shoulders and squeezing. “I know a great place we can go. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.”

Most Heroes did.

Shouta’s Quirk ensured it.

Shouta pulled on a warm sweater and pulled his hair over the collar to let it fall on his back. The dressing room in All Might’s agency was small and private, though not exclusive to the famous hero. Shouta borrowed the spare clothes from the wardrobe kept for emergencies and made a mental note to pick up his clothes after dinner. Until then, he enjoyed the comfortable sweater. It was loose on his frame and bunched near the waist, but it was soft and smelled faintly of cologne.

He searched the remaining stack for a pair of slacks he hoped fit. His goggles and scarf bounced around his neck as he leaned over to dig through the messy bundle of clothes. Shouta’s hair dumped over his shoulder and he shoved it away to where it belonged.

“It must be hard keeping track of long hair,” All Might said. His hand moved to tug on a dark strand, but he thought better of it at the last second and pulled away. All Might held his hand instead, rubbing his fingers. “I’m surprised you don’t tie it back for battles.”

“Ponytails give me headaches,” Shouta said. He put his fingers into his hair and pulled. They tangled in a knot and he gave up and let his hand drop. His hair did what it wanted. “It’s not worth it usually.”

“May I?” All Might asked, picking up a clean brush. With a renewed sense of bravery, his fingers brushed against the side of Shouta’s knotted hair. All Might wiggled the brush back and forth. “Your hair would appreciate it and I’ve had practice. My old teacher also had long hair.”

“And they let you brush it?”

“Every so often,” All Might said. “She said it was a good way to relax.”

Shouta snorted and took a seat at a table near the vanity mirror in the corner of the dressing room. He stared at his reflection and reached up to wipe a smudge of dried blood off his cheek. “Do I look like I need to relax?”

“Always.” All Might laughed under his breath and missed the way Shouta grinned himself at the bluntness of the statement. Even Hisashi danced around how tired Shouta looked at all hours. All Might stood behind Shouta and lifted a large chunk of his hair. He bundled it into a ponytail with his hand and used the brush to spread the hair out along Shouta’s back. Starting at the bottom, he brushed out the tangles with first strokes, but kept his hold tight around the top so Shouta couldn’t feel the tug. “Does that hurt?”


Shouta pulled the bottom of the sweater, arranging it over his boxer. He set aside the slacks he’d picked up and rested his arms on the vanity counter as his hair was brushed.

All Might hummed as he worked.

For such a large, intimidating man, All Might possessed such a gentle core nature. His thick fingers and strong hands could rip a man in half and bend steel, but they held onto his brush without a hint of cracked plastic or a ripped hair.

Once he’d cleared the ends, the man worked his way up the strands until he could get full strokes of Shouta’s hair through the brush bristles.

The gentleness set Shouta on edge, however. All Might was a strong hero in a cutthroat business. Friendships existed—Hisashi and his own relationship were proof enough—but they did not come out of nowhere in the work place.

At least his initial distrust seemed unfounded. Shouta’s false assumption that All Might wanted on his good side to learn more about his Quirk and the weakness of it was not the case—the man wouldn’t have bothered with hair brushing if that was the case. This felt too intimate and intrusive to be merely information gathering, though he doubted All Might wanted to do anything bad.

But he wasn’t there to be Shouta’s friend, either.

“Why did you want to brush my hair?”

“Because it was tangled,” All Might said. He kept smiling and humming, working through the tangles at a steady pace, but he was in no rush to finish. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it brushed, come to think of it.”

“I’m usually too busy to bother.” Shouta closed his eyes as the rocking motion massaged his head as All Might moved higher. “Fashion is Hisashi’s thing.”

“Truthfully, I think the messy look suits you, but taking time for yourself is also a good thing.”

“What self respecting Hero has time for themselves?” Shouta asked. He opened his eyes again and glanced at the other Hero’s reflection in the large mirror. He had to look up to see his face, steeled into a contemplative expression. “Even this moment is work related.”

“Oh?” All Might asked. His hand stilled on the brush, the bristles still deep in Shouta’s hair. “How so?”

“You’re being your usual heroic self and checking on a coworker after a fight,” Shouta said. He reached behind and took the brush back. He set it on the counter with a loud click. He turned in his seat to face the man, forcing himself to look up at the towering figure. “You’re not here to brush my hair or ask me to dinner. You wanted to save me.”

All Might snorted, hard enough to shake his entire shoulders. He dropped the smile and shook his head. “What would I save you from?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet, but if I had to guess I’d say overwork,” Shouta said. He poked All Might in the chest and rested his finger there. “But I can’t say for sure. I must admit, I haven’t figured out how your mind works most days.”

All Might put his hand over Shouta’s and squeezed. “You don’t need saving, Shouta.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because maybe I do.”

All Might pressed his lips against Shouta’s and the deceptively gentle touch carried something so heavy behind it Shouta almost activated his Quirk.

The kiss ended, but All Might did not draw away. He rested his head against Shouta’s and hunched close, pulling his shoulders in to stay small.



“You understand me more than most people, Aizawa,” All Might said. His voice stayed low. “You see past the smile which means I don’t have to wear it around you. I need that.”

“Then why keep it up all the time?” Shouta asked. He pulled his hand, but All Might tightened his grip and kept their hands together. Shouta sighed and relaxed, letting All Might hold his hand properly instead of squeezing his fingers. “Heroes are human. No one would blame you for having a bad day now and again.”

All Might shook his head. “No, no, I can’t.”


“I promised.”

To someone else.

All Might’s warm hold sent shivers through his body. His skin was too warm, too strong. It was nothing like Hisashi’s aggressive hugs and touches. All Might was pleading for contact.

For more.

Shouta had to pull away.

“Thank you for brushing my hair.” Shouta reached for the slacks and pulled them on. They were a sizer too large and hung down his hips, but they matched the oversized sweater. All Might stepped back, a small frown on his face and lights eyes downward. “I think I might have to pass on dinner.”

“Of course.” The man patted his cheeks and put his smile back on. He put his hands on his hips and inhaled, before he made to reach for his own civilian clothes. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

Shouta nodded and grabbed the bundle of his hero uniform.

He hurried home, taking to the back alleys to avoid the streets. Shouta didn’t bother to stop by his agency to collect his things and escaped to his home with his heart still beating too fast.

When he passed by the window in the hallway on the way to his room, he saw his hair in the mirror.

The wind had tangled it again.

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Shouta owned a brush.

He used it just enough to keep his hair from becoming matted, though the tangles frequently won.

Shouta had been too suspicious and too caught off guard by All Might’s kind and vulnerable moment to appreciate what his hair had felt or been like free of knots and tangles after a proper brushing.

He put his hands in his hair toward the back of his head and pulled, stopping when a knot stopped their path.

Shouta kept yanking until they forced themselves through and came out the end, taking a few loose strands of hair with them. He pulled them off his fingers and dropped them to the floor. The waves of his hair bounced, and he grabbed a bunch in a tight hold. The strong touch reminded him of another pair of strong hands.

He picked up his old brush and held it. Strands of dark hair were tangled and trapped between the bristles from where they’d been pulled from his head. He collected the mass of it and pulled it out, throwing it away.

A few bristles went with the tug, leaving a blank hole in the brush.

“I need a new one.”

Shouta dressed down and hid his goggles and scarf beneath a large hoodie. Going ignored by the masses was easy enough. People knew who he was as a hero, but Shouta stayed out of the spotlight enough for the general public to overlook him.

The wall of brushes loomed over him and he squinted. He reached into his pocket for his eye drops and applied liberally before looking at the wall again.

“It doesn’t matter which one,” Shouta said. He reached up and grabbed the nearest brush and looked it over: Plastic bristles, good for detangling—good enough. “This’ll work well enough.”

He carried the brush to the front of the store and stepped in line. Two people in front of him stood All Might in full costume with a small basket in his hand.

Shouta pulled his hood down to further hide his face, but kept a clear enough sight on the other man to keep him within view. The people around him snapped photos and he stopped to wave and smile when asked, though the crowd knew well enough to behave inside the small store. Shouta held his brush by the handle and tapped it against his side.

All Might reached the register and maintained a friendly conversation with the star-struck cashier as he ran up the man's purchases that included a carton of eggs, a comic book, and a package of pre-mixed veggies for stir-fry. All Might pulled out his wallet and counted money while he spoke.

All Might never dropped his smile.

If Shouta stayed quiet and kept his head down, All Might should purchase his goods and be on his way without another word or mention of their awkward moment the other day.

That action, however, proved impossible when a child crashed into Shouta's legs hard enough to knock him over. He cursed himself for allocating so much of his attention to All Might that he forgot the world around him.

“I’m sorry, mister!” The kid scrambled to his feet, climbing over Shouta’s knees to do so, and got up. He clutched at his shirt, his eyes watering and lips quivering. “I didn’t mean to.”

“No harm done,” Shouta answered. He sat up and felt a strand of hair fall over his shoulder. “What had you running so fast?”

“I was playing tag,” he said, mumbling at the floor. Shouta looked over the kid’s shoulder to see another little boy hovering a few steps away. “Sorry.”

“Save that for outside,” Shouta said. He patted the kid’s head and got up. “You’re not in trouble. So go play.”

“Thank you!”

The kid ran back to his friend, collapsing into him. The other one whispered, but his voice carried loud enough for Shouta to hear “You knocked over Eraserhead!” The two boy spared him one more look before scrambling out of the store.

“You are very good with children,” All Might said. He took a step behind Shouta, his grocery bag in his hand. “It suits you.”

Shouta waved his brush back and forth with two fingers. “Like my messy hair?”

“Like your messy hair.” All Might took the brush and asked, “May I get this for you as an apology? I fear I overstepped myself the last time we met.”

Beyond the man’s smile, he looked tired and ashamed.

It was enough to bring the memory of his touch back.

Shouta put his hands in his pockets and buried the bottom half of his face in his scarf. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You brush my hair again.”

All Might’s brows rose in shock and then hope. Shouta had caught the moment when it switched from one to the other and knew he’d made the right choice.

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All Might dried Shouta’s hair with a towel. He rubbed his head with firm, strong motions that massaged his scalp with a light pressure that made him drowsy. Drips from All Might’s hair fell on his back as the man leaned over in little drops.

They’d taken turns in the shower before meeting up again in the small living room.

“Thank you for the second chance,” All Might said. He sat next to Shouta on the couch, both turned to the side for easier access to Shouta’s hair. The man’s large body felt like it blocked out the entire room, radiating heat through the thin clothes that stuck to his wet skin. “I was afraid I’d scared you off.”

“I’m not easy to scare.” But All Might had managed it. “I needed to think.”

All Might ruffled the towel and dropped it on the back of the couch. He took Shouta’s hair and fluffed it before picking up the brush.

The gentle touch returned with the bristles smoothing the unruly, wavy hair with each stroke.

Shouta closed his eyes again and leaned on the couch.

“Does that feel good?” All Might asked. The phrasing and husky tone hinted at more and Shouta opened his eyes again. “My hair’s so short, brushing never takes long enough to find out.”

“It does,” Shouta said. He leaned back until he was flush with All Might’s chest. “I haven’t let anyone touch me this way in a long time.”

All Might put the brush down and shaking hands touched Shouta’s thighs, boxing him into the larger man’s body. “I’m glad.”

“You’re lonely.” Shouta turned in the hold so he could sit on his knees and look All Might in the face. His smile had dropped long ago, but that didn’t matter. The sincerity behind his current expression meant more than a fake smile meant to comfort civilians. “But, so am I.”

He returned the kiss from the dressing room: Soft, heavy, and firm.

All Might held his thighs and kissed him back, his lips warm and needy. They wanted more and more until their tongues touched and the kiss turned as wet as the man’s hair. Shouta dug his hands into the blond strands and scraped his nails against All Might’s scalp. The man made an appreciative grunt and kissed Shouta harder.

Shouta sat on the man’s hands as he grabbed the back of his thighs. All Might held him with ease, putting his super strength to personal use. Shouta took advantage of it and ground against All Might’s abs. The pressure added to his growing arousal and fever. Shouta moved his knee between All Might’s legs to see if he was at the same point. The firm heat that pressed against his knees and the blown pupils said all that he needed to continue.

“I want your hands in my hair,” Shouta said. He pushed on All Might’s chest until the larger man scooted back. Shouta slid off the couch and kneeled between the thighs that were the size of his head and tugged on the man’s loose sweats. “Like you did with the towel.”

All Might followed Shouta’s command and those large hands threaded their fingers into his dark hair. He kneaded Shouta’s scalp with slow, steady movements that sent a thrill of excitement through Shouta’s bones. His nails dug in and pulled his hair. Shouta moaned from the tingling, wonderful sensation and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the waiting arousal, freed from All Might’s boxers. Shouta showed his apprecation for the head massage by encouraging All Might with his mouth.

All Might’s grip tightened in his hair the further down his throat Shouta took him. The near painful tugs that gave his fingers pause and the breathy, quiet moans were Shouta’s own encouragement. He let the massage control the rocking of his head and he closed his eyes to enjoy the taste and sensation in full.

“Aizawa,” All Might whimpered. He dug his fingers in lower, moving his hands to the back of Shouta’s neck. All Might moved his thumbs in circles as his hips thrust forward. He widened his legs and shifted to hold Shouta’s head with one hand and reached down with the other. All Might’s fingers brushed the belt line of Shouta’s pajama pants. “May I?”

“Yes,” Shouta said, taking a moment to breathe. He kissed All Might’s thigh twice before taking him in his mouth again, gasping when the large hand slipped inside his pants and palmed him.

All Might moved until his entire body curled around Shouta. The man held him tight and Shouta nearly cried from how good it felt. He surrounded inside and out by heat, leaving him warm and safe.

He put his hand over All Might’s under his pants and held it, grasping tightly. All Might dropped even closer and nuzzled Shouta’s head, his breath hot against his scalp. The man whimpered and jerked his hips. All Might held Shouta’s head when he finished, keeping them locked together through the end.

The strong grip was enough to bring Shouta’s own arousal to a close, and he dropped limp against All Might’s leg before pulling away.

All Might used the towel to clean them both up before wadding dropping it on the floor. “Does this mean I can stay the night?”

“You can sleep on the couch,” Shouta said. All Might chuckled with a smile that felt smaller, but more real. His teeth escaped his lips and the skin around his eyes crinkled. Shouta pushed All Might back, so he was lying down and crawled on top of him to collapse. He yanked a blanket from the edge of the couch over them and collapsed. “Good night.”

All Might ran his fingers through Shouta’s hair and mumbled with a sleep yawn, “I need to brush your hair again.”

Shouta smiled and said, “In the morning.”

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“What are you doing?” Shouta asked, shoving his face into the couch. The hair brush that All Might had finished with sat next to his head on the cushion, but the man’s fingers still worked on his hair. “You’re tugging it.”

“You like that.”

“I do, but I still want to know what you’re doing.”

“Braiding it,” All Might said. He fished for a hair tie in the side table drawer and used it to finish off the end. All Might held the braid in Shouta’s view and waved it back and forth. “This way your hair will stay out of your face when you’re working, but it’s loose enough that it shouldn’t cause a headache.”

Shouta laughed into the cushion and rolled over to sit up and pull the man down for another kiss.

He followed with joy and surrounded him again.