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lady-ashfade · 6 months

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Mha Men Reactions To You Thinking That Asking You Out Is A Joke.

—£ X Gn Reader

—£ Plot: Reader has been bullied and thinks that this is just another prank, they have been asked out before as a joke.

—£ Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki

—£ Warning: Angst To Comfort, Reader Being Insecure, Reader being bullied, Reader Making The Boys Feel Bad, Crying, Bad Language, Fighting, Happy Ending.

Izuku

-He was so confused at first, then in disbelief and angry.

Izuku had worked himself up for mouths to finally ask you out. He’s been hinting at how he feels for you but you never seem to notice. All he could do each day was think about you, how he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. He wanted to show you the world and all it could be.

So, he waited till you both got off of patrol and chased after you.

Hearing your name you turn around to see the green haired man running after you like a crazy man, flying so fast with a red tint on his face. Then to stop and huff in front of you, he laughed nervously.

“Deku? You okay…” you question and tilt your head. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you looked.

“Hmm, just want to tell you something.” He smiled and said it like a known fact. You wait for him to say something while you stand still, just waiting….Until he was just staring at you in silence.

You wave your hands in front of his face and he turned the shade of a tomato for a minute while jumping out of his skin. You were confused, he was acting strange? He hasn’t been this nervous in a while.

“Okay- Well” he takes a deep breath and then pours his heart out in a shout, “I like you- A lot. I have since you first showed me your quirk and flashed that smile. So, I want to ask you out on a date?”

Izuku came up with many scenarios of what could happen when he confessed. Like you laughing at him, rejecting him easily or harshly, even if you hit him! He planned for everything…

Expect to see you glare harshly at him, one that sent a chill down his spin. Your body tensed and your hands gripped on your bag.

“Real fuckin’ funny, deku. What? Did Bakugo set you up to this?” You spit at him. “Never thought you’d be the person to do this, is this for a prank show?” Your chest lets out a deep and angry chuckle.

He stared at you with his face drained and eyes staring wide. Was this his imagination? What are you even talking about. Did he say something wrong, he’s never seen you like this before. Cold and mean.

“Nothing to say?” You click your tongue and huff. “This isn’t a funny joke! It’s-” he watches you tear up and push a finger in his chest, “It’s cruel.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” He has no idea how much your words affect him. His chest was filling up with anger and his brows frown.

“Don’t act like you actually like me! You aren’t the first person to ask me out on a date as a prank! Or hell, even a bet!” You cross your arms and flare your nostrils.

Oh..

His eyes soften and swallow at your now trembling figure, looking so small now and shaking. Like he was a villain to make you feel worthless.

“You think I’m joking?” His hushed tone made you blink away some of the tears and whip them off quickly, nodding your head you bite your lip.

“You can tell whoever that you got me! Get your points or win, I don’t care.” You fix yourself and looked at the ground. You move backwards and turn around to walk away from him.

Izuku watched for a few seconds until he knew he couldn’t have you thinking this was for anyone else but himself. Grabbing your arm he turned you around and into his chest, coming face to face with his.

He had his serious and frustrated face, when he gets passionate. “I want you, I need you in my life. I don’t know who before made you feel like you were just a joke, but they don’t deserve anything. I want a date, a real one with fancy clothes and food.”

Your wide eyes stare in his, looking surprised. Your bodies were so close and he held you so tightly, his body was warm. “Just you and me.” He’s eyes flashed panicked as he looked between your eyes.

He heard your breath hitch and how hesitant you were to trust him. He wanted to know the battle you fought inside your head inside and out, so he could defeat them for you.

“Promise?” That small sparkle of hope made him smile.

“Promise.”

Katsuki

- He’s pissed off, man has no clue what the hell you are talking about. And how you could think he’d do something so stupid?

We all know Katsuki never half asses anything, like anything. If he didn’t want you around you simply wouldn’t. So when Katsuki knew for sure he was ready to be in a relationship, he wasn’t going to let it be half asses. You were going to be his, he would give you everything.

So, he asked you plain out. Invite you out to a restaurant and to walk around your favorite part of the city. He enjoyed how talkative you got when you were happy, so this would be just right for you.

Then you flat out yelled and him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Being so confused his loud voice rang through the empty park.

You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I know when a trick is played on me?” You ask with a pointed glare. “Look, you aren’t the first.”

Trick? You think he’s joke about this shit?

“Huh?! You think I’d take the time out of my day, but your ass food and do your favorite thing- Just to prank you?” He shouted.

“Don’t flip this on me! I know this is just a joke, ask out the “weird” person right? They must be so easy? Is that it? Want to seem so much better then everyone.”

Then he was completely enraged. He couldn’t help the blood pumping through his body as he gripped his fists.

“How fuckin’ dare you.” He stepped closer. “You think that low of me?” You matched his glare and stood your ground.

“I didn’t think you were the person to do it. But here you are.”

“Oh?” His tone growled out and tilted his head. His dark smirk sent chills down your spine. “And who are you to tell me what I feel like?”

You felt your self becoming sick and you tried not to let it get to you. But this wasn’t how you thought your relationship would go, him turning out like everyone else.

“I know that everyone always likes to pull this shit on me! Ask me out, not show or laugh in my face! Who set you up to this Huh?”

Clicking his tongue he turned away from you, “You’re so stupid.”

“No. I am just know when I am being tricked.” He looked back at you with a daring smile.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed and crosses his arms like this was so funny. Making you break.

“This isn’t a joke! And it’s not funny.” You stomp your foot and started to get so overwhelmed and tear up. How could he be so cruel? Why does everyone do this.

He yanked your hands and pushed you to the nearest bench, you protested and squirmed but he was stronger then you. “Sit still!” He demanded as his hands pressed down on your shoulders.

You sink down and just do as he says to make this situation go faster. “You listen, got it?” He stared at you seriously. You take a minute and nod your head, his sigh made you sink farther down.

“This wasn’t a joke. I first noticed how beautiful you were when you feel asleep on my shoulder after training. I like when your cheeks puff out when you eat, or that crinkle in your nose. I like how you look around if anyone notices when you fail in training. I like it when you call me “Suki” and how it makes me feel.” His cheeks heated up at admitting theses things but it was all true.

“I wouldn’t ask you out as a joke, and you thinking that is fucked up. I don’t deal with stupid people. Tell me,” he pulled out his phone and clicked around a few and then shoved the bright screen in your face. A picture of you asleep on his shoulder with drool on his shoulder and him looking so calm. “Would I let anyone do that? No, only you.”

You could feel your heart beat up and lungs losing air. Your head ran with thoughts as you looked at him. He was serious? And you just said all those horrible things to him.

“You mean- You actually like me?” Your voice and question made him laugh and shove his phone back in his pocket.

“Maybe I do hang out with stupid people.” Okay, you deserve that honestly.

You take a breath and cover your face. “Shit.” You groan and lean back without looking at him. How could you look at him again, maybe you just wouldn’t for the rest of your life.

“M’sorry.” The word muffled in your hands and he looked down at you. He loves how embarrassed you looked, hiding your face from him. But he didn’t want you to overthink anything.

His hands wrap around your wrist and pull them away from your face. You didn’t look at him at all still but he just leaned down closer, “Look at me.” His demand was soft and quiet, so unlike him. When he found your eyes again he felt himself at ease.

“I’ll bellow up those fuckers that pulled that shit on you. I don’t have time to play games. So, go on a date with me and have a good time.” There was that voice again. His loud voice to cover his emotions.

“If you’ll have me.” Your eyes looked so soft and sad. Like he would still rejected you.

“Be waiting for you. And i wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Kirishima

- Completely taken aback. He was frozen and confused, then sad and angry. His heart was broken.

Kirishima was a man, and a good man. He kicked himself for months because he wanted to ask you out but didn’t want to ruin anything. You were just so sweet and beautiful, his heart flattered when he saw you smile.

Of course he wanted to ask you out! So, he worked up himself like izuku and made sure to be on top of his game. He would style his hair, clean up after a long day and check himself out in the mirror. He had to look best for you, like a man!

He waited until you got done with your work and headed home to ask you for a date. He was waiting for you by the door with a huge but nervous smile. His chest was filling up with butterflies,

“Y/n! Over here.” He waves you down. You looked at him and smile as you march towards him. Your regular clothes looking amazing on you, he could tell the day was rough for you but you still looked as beautiful as aways.

“Hello, good work today kiri!” Your praise made him blush harder and scratch his neck. His ego growing. “Need to teach me some of your moves.”

Okay, he needs to cool himself down. You are just too cute and pretty, he finally had you alone and ready to ask you out.

“Actually, um.” He looked at you with a wide mouth before clearing his throat. “I was going to get some food, maybe I can tell you there?”

You thought about it for a minute. You have gotten food before with him so it’s not weird. So you nod. “Sure!”

“Actually, I had something else planned.” You watch him blink, he watches you tilt your head. “I wanted to ask out on a date. Right now, to any restaurant you want of course.”

Your body tenses and hand comes to clinch your chest, looking around for the hidden camera. His smile seemed real but you knew the truth, this was a cruel prank.

“Not funny kiri.” Your voice sounded different as you got angry. You turn your head and cross your arms, “Think this is funny? What kind of a friend are you!” You shout making him sink back.

He was now frozen with his face white and smile gone. He stared at you confused and unknowing what to say.

“I’m sorry..But, what are you talking about?” You only huff at his words and puff your cheeks and chest out.

“Don’t play dumb! I know what this is,” you turn around and look for someone, “He got me! Really funny.”

Kiri stepped closer and looked to where you looked, “Y/n, it’s just you and me here.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to see for yourself what i would do? Because asking me out is so fucking funny. Well,” you hit his chest. “It’s not!”

Your words and hands feel like knives. You have never seemed so loud and broken before or yelled at him before. He wanted to tear up with you.

“I don’t think it’s funny, what are you talking about?” His hands covered the yours that rested on his chest. “Did I say something wrong?”

You tear up fully and start to cry, “I know kiri, no use of hiding it. I know this is just some stupid prank to get me to feel bad about myself and you won! Just like all the others.” You try to pull away from him but his body moves on its own and keeps you from moving.

His blood starts to rise and his teeth start to show. You think this is a prank, that he was just doing this to make you cry? And what others? Oh, this was making him pissed.

“Who did it? I’ll talk to them, that’s so unmanly! Hurting someone like that?” He leans down to you, “Let alone you…that’s the most cruel thing I have heard.”

You blink up at him, your arms struggling to pull back come to a stop. “What do you mean? You did it to.” Your voice broke and didn’t sound as angry but disappointed.

“I would never. I’m not joking y/n, I want to take you out on a date. Even more now to show you that you can be loved, like I do! Please give me a chance, you are the only person I think about!” He backs away from you and bows his head to plead.

“Let me take you out on this one date and if you don’t like it, then I can deal with it! A man has to step up. I wanna go out with you so bad!”

You stare down at him in shock at his outburst as he begs you…no one has done that before. Kiri didn’t seem like the type of guy to ever joke about this..But why would he want you?

Sighing you look away, heat coming to your cheeks. He asked you out and you just made a scene. “You mean it?”

His head shot like a dog and nodded his head quickly, “It will be the best date you ever had! I’ll even buy you dessert.” He poked out his chest with pride and now a smile to convince you.

“Fine! But if you think-” your eyes wide and throat close up as he smashes his lips onto yours. You feel yourself growing weak and unable to move.

He pulls away quickly with a blush at his cheeks, “I am serious, did that prove something?”

“P-Point proven.” He smirks at his victory and takes you by the hand to show you a wonderful night.

Tamaki

-He’s so stressed and sad, he’s confused. This one might hurt.

Tamaki gets embarrassed so easily but when he is around you something just happens to him. He’s so fluster and can’t look at you but at the same time he’s calm and needs your company. Tamaki finds himself thinking about you and your smile, how soft you look to hold. But why would you want someone like him? Someone who hides and stutters all the time.

Until he was forced to ask you out by Mirio. If he didn’t tell you then mirio would have to tell you himself. And Tamaki almost fainted on the spot. How could he face you?

So he went to your office, stuttering already and panicked. When he knocked on your door he hoped you wouldn’t be there.

“Hello,” you greet the person with a smile that only brightens when you realize it was him, “Tamaki, come in.” You open the door for him and he walks In quickly.

Your office was just like you. He loved how you made this place just as your own, it made him feel safe.

“What’s up? Need another pair of hands on a mission?” You walk back to your desk and near your gear that you needed to take off. He cleared his throat.

“N-no, actually, I have something to say.” You turn to look at his tense frame. “Oh?” Then he turned his face around and took a deep breath.

“Mirio helped me with this. Close your eyes and say what’s one your heart. Um- Okay, okay.” He whispers to himself and tightens his fists. You arch a brow and watch him curiously.

He takes a deep breath then begins to stutter and trip over his words, “W-Wanna take you out- On a date.” His voice breaks loudly. “I hope I did it right..” I wishes to himself breathy and panting.

You stare at the back of his head and place your hands on your desk..Mirio must have set him up to this. Must have felt pity for you, or to do this as a joke.

“I can’t believe you both- I’m not a bet or a joke.” He jumps out of his skin at your shouting voice. His head runs quickly at what he must have said to make you yell at him.

“This isn’t- Oh no, not how I want this to go.” He closes his eyes and shakes a bit.

“Oh? Wanted me to say yes so you guys can laugh? Or, what? Get brownie points for asking me out? Out of pity!” There you go shouting again.

Tamaki has never heard you yell like this, unless it’s a villain…is he a villain? No, he can’t be. But his ears heat up and he sinks into his clothes.

“No…I just wanted to go out with you.” He spoke louder but still hesitant in himself. He stayed still for your next words but they never come.

Only a sniffle.

You lean down on your desk and sob while trying to stay quiet. You thought that Mirio and tamaki were your friends, and would never hurt you.

He turned his head around and something twisted in his stomach to make him feel sick. Seeing you with tears rolling down your face and sink into your own skin like him, made him feel horrible.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he walked toward. You grip on the desk and let out a soft chuckle, “That’s what happens when you pull a prank on someone.”

It clicked in his brain finally that you thought he wasn’t serious. Like he just treating you less and as a joke. It was harsh to think of him like that.

“Y/n..” he walks closer to you as you stiffen the closer he got, you sob harder.

“I get it, you can tell miriro you got me.”

“Y/n.” He said clear and without a stutter, his face and body now on the side of you. “I am in love with you.” Your breath hitched and he hears it.

“You make me wanna be brave. I can’t help but get flustered and shy around you because- Well because you’re so pretty and nice. But I want to take you out..” he leans closer as you look up at him. “I want..” he trails of and glances into your eyes with matching tears curl up in his eyes.

“I want you.”

You take a deep breath and stand up straight. You feel heat raise up in your body of embarrassment, “M’sorry.” You sob again and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.

And he’s back to being a melted mess as you hold him close. He blushes and softly wraps his arms around you and pats your back lightly. “D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

You chuckle and pull away from him and whip off your own tears as his hands stay on your hips. “If you don’t hate me.” You nod and sniffle one more time. He smiles,

“I Could never hate you.”

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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BNHA Men when You Have A Near Death Experience During a Mission

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, cuddles, sneaking around, literal sleeping together, life affirming kisses, crying

A/N: Time for some angst! Hope you're ready to get punched in the feels.

Izuku never wanted to see you like that, on the ground and bleeding, broken. You can feel his tears falling onto your face, you can hear his cries, telling you to hold on that you'll be okay, you'll get fixed up in no time just hold on. In the following days he can't let go of the sight, his mind won't let him forget seeing you like in that state. When you get out of the hospital you notice that he's more quiet then usual, still sticking close to you but unsure what to say to you. If he was stronger then maybe you he could have watched your back better. So... will you train with him? Like a date. It's odd to count that as a date but he was always a weird boyfriend, in an adorable way.

"It might be sudden, you just got out of the hospital but I really want to get stronger. I haven't been sleeping well since then, every time I close my eyes the nightmares come rushing in. I want to get stronger, be able to stand by your side. Then, do we have a date?"

Bakugo is the guy who will blame himself for you getting hurt but he will do it in the angriest way possible and actually make it seem like he's blaming everyone else. Needs to carry you to the hospital on his own, even if he himself is badly injured. If anyone so much as tries to touch you he will get aggressively protective, holding you closer to his chest in retaliation. The moment you open your eyes his mouth is on yours, his hands cupping your injured cheeks with the gentleness most doubt he could possess. He can't stay for long but for the time he can he doesn't want his hands to not be on you, he needs to know that you're okay.

"Fucking messed up back there. Don't give me that, you know I did! You could have died you idiot! Look... I'm not the best guy but you... you bring out a better side of me, I don't want to lose you. I can be sappy when I wanna. Keep your mouth shut about it or I'll shut it with mine."

Shoto never wants to know what it feels like to lose a person he loves. There have already been so many close calls in his life, and now it's happening again. You keep telling him you'll be fine but how can you say that when you're loosing so much blood. The hall outside of your room in the hospital is in a constant flux of too hot and too cold because his emotions are all over the damn place right now. Seeing you awake calmed him down a little but it's not until he feels your hand in his pulling him next to you and letting him listen to your heartbeat that he truly calms down. It's a little cramped in the hospital bed but if you don't mind it then he'll stay like this.

"How could it have been worse? You almost died there. I never want to think about a worst outcome. I want to stay by your side forever, I want to go to sleep and wake up while listening to your heartbeat just like I am now. In a bigger bed of course."

Eijiro had never been so angry in his life. At those who almost killed you yes but also at himself. He's your boyfriend, he should have payed more attention to what was going on around the two of you. Now you're bedridden in a hospital, unable to move without it causing pain. You'll heal but what happened will always haunt his mind. Because visiting hours have their limits he thinks it wouldn't be a problem to sneak in through the window, bring you flowers and snacks to make you feel better. You spend many hours talking, kissing, even long periods of silence. He eventually falls asleep in his chair and in the morning has to run right as he hears the door handle turn.

"Brought you flowers and your favorite snacks. I don't want you eating yucky hospital food. Are you doing better? Did you... see me when you... sorry, I don't like being that way, but when I saw you like that I lost it. I will smash through anything and anyone to keep you safe."

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doumadono · 2 months

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Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Kirishima, blood and injuries, gore, childbirth, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: months after Touya's death, you finally convince Hawks to take you to the place where your beloved man passed away. Upon returning, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow, you give birth prematurely, and it's clear who the father is. Little did you know, an envoy saw Shoto and brought some important news

Word count: circa 8,4k

A/N: if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know ♥

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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ACT VI - THE PAST NEVER DIES

7 MONTHS LATER

Lying in bed, the white sheets felt crisp against your skin, almost blinding when you first opened your eyes. A gentle smile adorned your lips as a powerful, calloused hand reached out, delicately brushing a strand of your Y/H/C hair off your cheek. Turquoise eyes, wise and filled with affection, met yours. Touya smiled, his long fingers tracing the contours of your face.

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life?" he rasped, his voice carrying the remnants of a fading dream.

You nodded, recalling the numerous times he had expressed the same sentiment before.

"I mean it," Touya insisted. "I always thought Christian women were average, but you, my love, you're beyond beauty. You're a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips to kiss the place where scarred skin met healthy flesh.

Touya hummed, his gaze fixed on you. "I still can't comprehend why you love me. I held you captive. I ripped you out of your land. And I look like a monster."

Frowning, you moved, sitting up with a quilt pressed to your naked chest. "Stop it. You're not a monster in any way. Yes, our beginning was rough, but looking back, I am grateful you did it. There was nothing waiting for me there but an arranged marriage to some older man and a life of ordinary domesticity, taking care of kids and a homestead."

Touya grinned softly, his turquoise eyes holding a warmth that spoke of relief. "I'm happy you're not holding any grudges."

Shaking your head, you moved closer to him, laying your head against his scarred chest adorned with staples. "You're not only my lover. You're my best friend," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his chest.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers slowly rubbing the naked flesh, his quiet hum resonating within his chest with every breath he took. "So are you. You're the only one I trust."

Feeling his fingers lift your chin, you met his gaze before he pulled you even closer, brushing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

"Always," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Tilting your head, you looked at him quizzically. "Hmmm?"

"I'll always love you, no matter what," he declared, his words filled with a sincerity that lingered in the air.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you felt his arm, still wrapped around you, suddenly go limp. Frowning, you looked down at him, only to find a pool of blood where Touya, your beloved man, once lay. He vanished like a fleeting mist.

Your heart pounded within your chest, a sudden fear gripped you as you called his name with all your might. "Touya! Touya!!!"

The room darkened, as if happiness had fled through the window, replaced by an ominous void. A sudden, searing pain gripped your abdomen. Clutching your stomach, you clenched your teeth, hissing as the unbearable pain washed over you. Trembling with waves of agony, you began screaming, choking on your own tears. "Touya! Save me, please!"

And then, abruptly, you woke up, gasping for air, the vivid nightmare fading into the recesses of your mind.

You looked aside, your gaze settling on Shoto sleeping peacefully by your side, one hand slipped under his head.

A scornful glare crossed your features as you pondered the man who had used you so many times, who hadn't hesitated to raise both hand and voice at you, the man who forced you to become his concubine. It baffled you that he could sleep so soundly.

How could he find peace in slumber when his hands were stained with the blood of his own father and older brother? The memories of his mistreatment of Natsuo, treating him like a discarded piece of trash on a daily basis, flashed before your eyes. You couldn't comprehend how he managed to find solace in sleep, bearing the weight of so many innocent souls on his shoulders. He had killed his own warriors, loyal to his father, without a second thought. The toll on Skjaldvargr was evident, with the population dwindling by half in the past month alone.

Shoto's apparent solution, letting cutthroats and offscourings from other settlements live among his subjects, only fueled your frustration. The ease with which he dismissed the lives lost and the suffering inflicted upon his own people left you in disbelief. As you watched him sleep, a bitter taste filled your mouth, knowing that the man beside you was responsible for a cascade of pain and death that stained the land.

With a heavy sigh, you touched your round belly, feeling the slight kick from your unborn child. "Hush, hush, my sweet child," you whispered, a tinge of sadness adorning your voice. "It's okay, we're good."

The revelation of your pregnancy had shaken your world. Torn between love for the life growing beneath your heart and a deep loathing, your emotions were a tumultuous storm. Shoto, forcing you to lay with him shortly after you lost your innocence to Touya, clouded the paternity of the child. The uncertainty haunted you, and you couldn't be sure whose blood flowed through the veins of the little one.

Praying dearly to Freya, you wished the child belonged to Dabi, not Shoto. The complexities of your emotions were woven into the fabric of each whispered prayer, as you cradled the tiny life within you, caught in the tangled web of past choices and an uncertain future.

Shoto stirred by your side, slowly opening his mismatched eyes, casting you a cold glance. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked with an air of indifference.

Rubbing your belly, you spared him a brief glance. "The baby was kicking," you lied.

With a growl, Shoto sat up and pushed your hand off your belly, replacing it with his own. He rubbed soothing circles around the bump. "It's okay, little one, daddy's here."

A gag reflex surged within you upon hearing those words. Excusing yourself, you pushed his hand off your tummy and swung your legs off the bed, slowly getting up. "I need fresh air," you said simply, wrapping a thick bear fur around your shoulders.

Shoto scoffed. "You should be resting, Y/N. If you don't want to care about yourself, that's fine. I couldn't care less. But my baby needs some peace. Don't be fucking long," he growled, laying his head back on the pillow.

Without another word, you left the room as you sought solace in the cool night air, the thick bear fur offering little comfort against the chill that now surrounded you.

The guards in the throne chamber greeted you with acknowledging nods as you passed by.

The night air was cold, and tiny snowflakes swirled on a chilly northern breeze as you made your way through the Great Hall.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your back against the wall of the longhouse, your breath visible in the cold air with each exhale. The silence of the night surrounded you until a familiar voice broke through.

"My lady? Are you okay?" The figure emerged from the shadows, and before you could see his face, you nodded.

"Yes, Keigo. It's okay."

"Shall I wake the earl up?" the blonde-haired man asked, finally stopping beside you.

You shook your head. "No. We just talked."

As much as you harbored resentment towards Hawks for blindly following all of Shoto's orders, you knew the young man didn't have much of a choice. Natsuo had shared stories with you. Hawks, being older than Shoto and one of Endeavor's most loyal warriors, spent a significant amount of time around the young prince. He taught Shoto how to wield an axe and sword, how to fight, and how to survive in the cruel world. Endeavor's lack of time for his own children made Shoto grow fond of his older "colleague," and vice versa.

"You can't sleep again?" he asked, noting the weariness in your eyes.

You nodded quietly, your expression revealing the traces of a restless night. "Yeah, another nightmare with Touya," you confessed softly.

At the mention of Touya's name, a wave of emotions washed over you, and a few tears rolled down your pale cheeks. In an effort to regain composure, you bit your own knuckle, a physical anchor against the overwhelming memories.

Hawks watched you with a heavy heart, his concern deepening. “My lady, maybe…”

You shook your head in response. "Keigo, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked him.

The blonde-haired man furrowed his brows upon hearing your words but nodded slowly.

"Keigo, can you take me to the place where Touya died?" you asked, your voice steady but carrying the weight of the emotions you had long suppressed.

Hawks looked at you, concern etched across his features and a slight frown crossing his forehead. "Why would you want to go there, my lady?"

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "I need closure, Keigo. For months, I've been haunted by the memories. I can't move on until I confront the reality of where it happened. I just... I just need to see this place. I want to pray there. I just... I just need it."

He sighed, realizing the depth of your pain. "Are you sure about this? It won't be easy, my lady, as the earl surely won't let you go."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I have to do this. It's the only way I'll find the closure I've been seeking for months."

Keigo stood before you, torn between his loyalty to his earl and the plea you bestowed upon him. The weight of your words seemed to reopen old wounds that he had long tried to bury. "I'll see what I can do, my lady," he finally said, nodding his head with a conflicted expression.

He left just like that, leaving you alone in the quiet night.

Alone, you rubbed your tummy softly, seeking solace in the warmth beneath your hand. "Save us, Freya," you whispered as you hoped for protection and guidance in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead. “Save us from Shoto.”

7 MONTHS EARLIER

When Touya woke up, all he could think of was pain. Unbearable, burning pain that seemed to spread all over his body, with a particular intensity in his legs, even though they mostly felt numb.

The first moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Strange faces surrounded him, leaning down, their hands touching his face and shoulders. A potent herbal scent enveloped him, making him want to cough and vomit.

The women treating his wounds seemed a little scared, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and discomfort at his appearance. This made Touya not only feel uneasy but also fueled his desire to leave this unfamiliar place as soon as possible.

One day, when Touya awoke to find Earl Yagi Toshinorison by his bedside, he immediately understood his surroundings. He was in Toshinorison's settlement, known as Hvinverjadalr.

"It's good to see you awake," Earl Toshinorison greeted with a warm smile as he approached the young man lying in bed. "Are you feeling well today?"

Dabi, still recovering, looked up at the earl and responded with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I feel pain, my lord. The wounds are healing, but it will take time."

Earl Toshinorison gazed sternly at Dabi, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and authority. He raised his hand, gesturing to the maids who were tidying the chamber. "Leave us," he ordered with a commanding tone.

The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly exiting the room, leaving the Earl and Dabi alone in the dimly lit chamber.

Silence lingered for a moment before Dabi broke it. "What happened?" he asked, his memory clouded with fragments of being sent north by his father, along with his younger brother and a contingent of warriors.

Earl Toshinorison, known for his calculating mind, cocked an eyebrow, considering Dabi's question. The earl regarded the injured man with a measured expression, his voice calm. "You were found by two of my warriors under a cliff, accompanied by the lifeless body of a massive wolf," he disclosed, his eyes studying the scarred features of the man before him.

The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle waiting to be solved. The details surrounding the scene raised Dabi's questions. "I... I don't remember..." he whispered.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember," the older man commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with curiosity.

Dabi, looking perplexed, met the earl's gaze. "The only thing I remember is being sent by my father north, along with my younger brother and our warriors, my lord."

The earl cocked an eyebrow, a calculated look in his eyes. "And who's your father?"

"Endeavor is my father."

Toshinorison jolted up from his chair, a frown crossing his forehead as he processed the unexpected revelation. "Endeavor? You're Endeavor's son?"

Dabi nodded solemnly. "I am. My name's Touya. I'm Endeavor's eldest son."

The revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room. The gravity of the truth seemed to echo through the walls.

Toshinorison sat back down, his gaze focused on Dabi's face as he spoke, "I'd never thought in my wildest dreams I'd have one of the most skilled warriors of Denmark under my roof." A soft smile played on the earl's lips, a genuine appreciation for the warrior's capabilities evident in his eyes.

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the earl's words. Gratitude shone in his eyes as he thanked Yagi. However, he wasted no time in getting to the pressing matter on his mind. "When will I be able to return back to my settlement?" he inquired, his tone a blend of eagerness and caution, uncertain of what the future held.

Earl Toshinorison looked down at Dabi, a solemn expression clouding his features. "Touya, your injuries are serious," he began, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "I won't allow you to leave until your body is fully healed."

Dabi met the earl's gaze, a mix of defiance and frustration in his eyes. "I appreciate the hospitality, my lord, but I've got responsibilities back at my settlement. I need to return."

The earl nodded understandingly. "I comprehend your predicament, but I cannot permit you to depart in such a state. Your health is of utmost importance. Once you're well, I'll personally ensure you're escorted safely back to your settlement."

Dabi's scowl deepened, but he couldn't deny the genuine concern in the earl's eyes. "And how long is that going to take?"

Toshinorison sighed, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it takes, Touya. I won't risk your life by sending you out prematurely. Your well-being is my priority now. With broken legs that would take several months to heal."

Dabi's frustration erupted. "A few months?!" he exclaimed, sitting up with a grunt, his face contorted with pain. "I don't have that much time, my lord. They must've thought I died."

Earl Toshinorison gently pushed the scarred man's shoulder, compelling him to lay back down. "Easy. I promise I'll send an envoy to let your people and father know you're alive," the older man reassured. "But, as I said, you need to stay with us a little longer. Once you'll be able to walk, I'll admit my best warriors to help you regain your fighting prowess."

Dabi nodded gratefully as earl Yagi got up. "Thank you, my lord."

Earl Toshinorison smiled faintly, nodding his head before he exited the chamber, leaving Dabi alone with his thoughts.

It took Hawks a few days to set everything in motion for the trip with you. The blonde-haired Viking hesitated to bring it up with his earl, struggling to find the courage.

Fortunately, the situation became more manageable when Shoto departed to meet earl Gizzor, who resided in the northern part of Sweden.

This afforded Hawks the opportunity to make the necessary arrangements without drawing undue attention to your impending journey.

Natsuo attempted to dissuade you from the idea, expressing concern about the risk involved in such a trip given your advanced stage of pregnancy. However, you were adamant and chose not to heed his advice.

One afternoon, the thralls assisted you in donning warm clothes, while Natsuo helped Keigo prepare a horse – a stallion that had once belonged to Touya.

"Don't try anything," Endeavorson snarled quietly, ensuring the proper placement of a snaffle on the stallion.

Keigo frowned at the younger man. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"I don't trust you," Natsuo replied, his expression tense. "I expect you to take good care of Y/N during this trip."

"Of course I will," Keigo retorted, his brow furrowed. "I serve the earl as best as I can."

"Of course, you do," Natsuo growled, his gaze intense. "If a single hair falls off her head..."

"Then what, my lord?" Keigo asked, his tone challenging. "What will you do?"

"I'll kill you." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the responsibility Keigo now carried for your safety.

Keigo scoffed and casually walked closer to Natsuo. "Don't forget, my lord, that earl Shoto ordered me to take care of his concubine," he reminded with a wry tone. "So, do not fret, she's under good care."

As Keigo delivered his reassurance, you left the longhouse and headed towards the stable, where you found the men. "I'm ready," you announced, a sense of determination in your voice as you prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Keigo assisted you onto the horse, ensuring you were comfortable in the saddle. Soon, he mounted his own mare, a skilled rider at ease with his steed.

Natsuo walked over to you, his touch soft as he stroked your knee. "Be careful, Y/N. Stay close to him," he urged, casting a glance towards Keigo.

The hawk-eyed warrior, however, shook his head disapprovingly, silently expressing his disagreement with Natsuo's wry comment.

You nodded at Natsuo, promising to stay out of trouble.

Endeavorson acknowledged with a subtle nod and moved aside.

Hawks took the reins, urging his horse forward, and you followed closely behind.

The ride stretched across nearly two days, each passing hour marked by your repeated requests to halt. The biting cold gnawed at your bones, and bouts of dizziness swept over you, making it challenging to endure the relentless journey. The unforgiving weather seemed determined to test your resilience, forcing frequent pauses as you battled against the elements.

The landscape unfolded before you in a blur, a monotonous panorama of snow-covered terrain and desolate wilderness. The horses pressed on, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. The repetitive rhythm of hooves against the frozen ground echoed the weariness that settled in your bones.

Each break served as a temporary respite from the relentless cold, a chance to regain your bearings before the journey resumed.

The trip passed mostly in silence, a thick tension hanging in the air. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell Hawks. There were things you assumed he knew, things you suspected he did, and the unspoken assumptions lingered between you like a heavy fog.

The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves filled the air as Hawks finally mustered the courage to breach the unspoken divide. "How is it between you and earl Shoto?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chilly silence.

You glanced at him, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air. "Complicated," you replied, choosing a word that barely scratched the surface of the intricate web of emotions.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. "Complicated how?"

You scoffed at his question, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Are you seriously asking me how it is with him? You well know how. He's ruthless, and it doesn't change when we're alone. No, instead, he's even worse than when we're around people. I know he doesn't care about me. All he cares about is power and the fact I might be pregnant with his child. If it turns out it's Touya's, I'm sure he'll order his men to kill me and the child. So, nothing good is awaiting me," your voice carried a heavy burden of sorrow. "Even if the child is his, I'm sure he'll take the kid away from me and exile me," you added, resignation coating your words. "Either way, I'm fucked up, Takami."

He nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see."

The quiet lingered again, the horses' hooves maintaining a steady rhythm. The unspoken truths hovered in the air.

Hawks finally stopped his horse and dismounted.

Your horse halted as well, and Keigo, with a silent understanding, moved to assist you off its back.

Hawks pointed his chin north, indicating a small prominence in the distance. "It's there," he said, gesturing with a subtle nod. Without further words, he began walking in that direction, and you followed, the crunching of snow beneath your boots filling your ears.

Hawks stopped at the top of a small hill, near a cliff. "That's where he fell," he explained, his gaze fixed on the spot below.

You hesitated, feeling the strength drain from your knees as you slowly approached the edge. As you looked down, the world seemed to blur, and a wave of emotions crashed over you, a mix of fear and sorrow.

Hawks reacted swiftly, rushing to you with concern etched on his face. He wrapped his hands around your frame, providing support and shielding you from the potential of falling.

The warmth of his touch and the protective embrace offered a fleeting sense of security amid the storm of uncertainties that surrounded you.

“Y/N,” Hawks whispered quietly. “Do you want to sit down?”

You shook your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't, Keigo... How... how could that have happened?" you asked him, your voice choked with disbelief as you clutched his forearm. "He is... he was a great warrior..." Strong sobs shook your body, the weight of the loss pressing down on you like an unbearable burden.

As you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, he felt the weight of your grief and the burden of his past deeds pressing on him. The realization of the consequences of his actions began to dawn on him, and he started to rethink the choices that led to this moment. A somber silence settled between you, echoing the heaviness of the loss and the reevaluation of past decisions in the cold air.

You slowly sank down to your knees, not minding the cold snow beneath you. Pressing your hands to your heart, you gasped for air, the freezing wind ruffling your Y/H/C hair. "I know I shouldn't be crying over a man who ripped me off my land, but I forgave him long ago, and I love him so dearly... I forever will," you whined, the weight of conflicting emotions pulling at your chest as grief and love intertwined in a tangled dance. "I just wish I could tell him how much he means to me... to us," you added, gently rubbing your baby bump. With an empty gaze, you looked into the white void surrounding you. "I don't exist without him. I don't want to live without him." The words carried a profound ache, echoing the depths of your love and the fear of a future without the one who had become an integral part of your existence.

"Y/N..." Hawks whispered, placing his reassuring hand to your shoulder. "We should go back."

You looked at Hawks, your eyes demanding answers. "What happened here, Keigo?" you asked directly, the urgency and concern evident in your tone. "I know... I just feel in my bones you're not honest with me."

Hawks hesitated, reluctance painted across his features. "It was nothing," he replied vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Nothing?" you scoffed, frustration lacing your words. "You can't just stand by and watch Shoto destroy your settlement. Are you blind, Hawks? Blind to the destruction he causes, the lives he ruins?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable. "I may not be one of you, I'm a foreigner, that's true, but even to me, Skjaldvargr became home, and it truly hurts to witness it sinking under the spearheading of Shoto. Keigo, we need to stop him," you dared to say through sobs, raising your head to look into the man's golden eyes.

You saw Keigo hesitating, and deep inside, you sensed that a part of him agreed with your words. However, he remained silent.

Lowering your head, hot tears gouged trails in your pale cheeks, falling to the frozen ground beneath you. "He's going to get rid of us all once he doesn't find a purpose for us anymore. Mark my words," you whispered, the weight of your foreboding sinking into the cold, silent air.

Keigo suddenly opened up, his usual guarded demeanor faltering for a moment. "Look, Y/N, it's not that I can't see the destruction. It's just... I'm bound by loyalty. Loyalty to Shoto, even to his father Endeavor, may Allfather let his soul rest. As a warrior, it's not easy to defy the orders of those you've sworn allegiance to. I've known Shoto for a long time, since he was a little child, and I watched him grow. He's a fierce leader, a warrior of unmatched skill. And I swear to my life that I'll protect him." He sighed, conflicted emotions evident in his eyes. "But I do see your point. I can't ignore the destruction, the pain he's causing. It's tearing me apart too."

You slowly got up, looking up at the warrior. "Keigo," you whispered, your voice filled with a newfound understanding. "At first, I thought you were just a dumb marionette in the hands of Shoto, and I hated you with every fiber of my being. But now, I understand. There's only one way you can be freed, and that's by defeating Shoto. Do you think that's what Endeavor would want for his people, for his home?"

Keigo lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Y/N, I've questioned my loyalty before, but it's not that simple. Defeating Shoto would mean betraying everything I've known, the code I've lived by. It's not just about me; it's about the years of service, the bonds forged in battles. But," he hesitated, glancing at you, "I can't ignore the destruction he's causing."

You looked up at him with sparks of hope in your eyes. "We need to do something. I don't ask you to stab him in the back. All I ask of you is not to stand in my way when I finally get a plan."

Keigo shook his head, and after a heavy sigh, and a moment of silence, he nodded, a subtle agreement to support your efforts.

You rubbed his shoulder gently. "Thank you for showing your true self, Takami," you expressed, a subtle gratitude in your touch. Glancing back above your shoulder, you shivered, not only from the overwhelming cold but also from the uneasy feeling building within your gut. "Let's get back home, shall we?"

Keigo nodded, and you both slowly descended the little hill.

However, you suddenly stopped. "Can you wait by the horses? I want to make a prayer," you asked, looking at him earnestly.

He agreed with a solemn nod, giving you the space you needed for your moment of reflection.

You found yourself in a white void, tiny snowflakes swirling in the cold breeze all around you. As you began to pray, your words were carried away by the frigid wind. "Oh, Allfather, hear my plea," you whispered, your voice merging with the stillness of the snowy expanse. "Grant my beloved Touya the rest among his ancestors in Valhalla. May he find solace and honor in the halls of the fallen warriors. Allfather," you continued, the words escaping your lips in the icy stillness, "grant Touya and Endeavor a reunion among the hallowed halls of your kingdom. Let them feast among the brave warriors, reunited in the afterlife. May their spirits know peace and camaraderie beyond the troubles of this world. I beseech you, Allfather, heed this prayer and let their souls find solace, together."

Your gaze shifted to the heavens. "Freya, goddess of love and guidance, lend me your strength. Guide me through the tumultuous path ahead. Even though I used to be a Christian, I am willing to pay with my life if needed. I believe in the power of your wisdom and protection. Help me, guide me, as I navigate the challenges that lay ahead. In your names, I find strength and solace."

With that, you let the silent void envelop you once more, the cold winds carrying your earnest plea into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Keigo waited for you and walked you back to the horses. With a gentle assist, he helped you mount Dabi's stallion, and soon, the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed as you headed back home.

The wind howled through the icy landscape, biting into the skin of Bakugo and Kirishima as they sat outside their hut.

Suddenly Bakugo scoffed loudly, his eyes fixed on a figure limping through the dirt path towards the longhouse of earl Toshinorison.

The man, using wooden crutches, struggled with each step, pain etched across his scarred face.

Bakugo's disdain was evident in his voice. "Tsk! Look at that cripple! He's not even able to walk without wincing like a pathetic bitch."

Kirishima shot his friend a sharp look and retaliated by throwing a tiny rock in his direction. "Quit it, Bakugo. He's not a cripple, and stop calling him names. He's Endeavorson, one of the best warriors of our times. That's not manly, calling someone names just because they're facing a tough time. It's only been three months since we found him, and he's already escaped death, man. Give him time," Kirishima huffed, turning his attention back to polishing his battle axe.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you fall in love with him, huh, shitty hair?"

Kirishima shot him another glare. "Quit it, I said."

"Or what, idiot?!" Bakugo raised his voice, challenging his friend.

Kirishima rose from his spot, attaching his axe to his thick, leather belt. "Or I won't let you sleep near the fireplace tonight, man."

"Oi! Don't get offended at me just because of some stranger, Kirishima!" Bakugo retorted, but the red-haired man paid him no mind. Determination gleamed in Kirishima's eyes as he made his way towards the man walking with crutches.

"Hey," Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the icy air. "How are you feeling, Endeavorson?" There was a genuine concern in his eyes, a stark contrast to the disdain Bakugo had shown earlier. Kirishima's approach was both unexpected and kind, catching Touya off guard.

Touya, unused to such warmth, stopped in his tracks, wooden crutches supporting his weakened frame. He looked at the red haired, tall man, surprise mingled with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "I... I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure of how to respond to someone who wasn't avoiding him or hurling insults.

Kirishima didn't seem deterred by Touya's guarded response. Instead, he persisted, "No need to act tough. We," he pointed his head to the blonde haired man sitting near a little hut, "found you under those snowy cliffs, barely hanging on. Must've been a tough journey, huh? How's the healing going? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

Touya blinked, the concern in Kirishima's words sinking in. A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "It's been... challenging. But I appreciate your concern. Not many here bother to ask how I'm doing, but I understand. They're afraid of me."

Kirishima nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, we're not all heartless. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he smiled. "So were you able to remind yourself what happened on that cliff, man?"

Touya's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and hesitation as he continued to walk, Kirishima keeping pace beside him. The snowy landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, mirroring the uncertainties that clouded Touya's memory. "I... I've been trying," Touya confessed, his voice carrying the weight of the struggle. "But it's all foggy, like trying to grasp onto a dream slipping through your fingers, you know? I remember the biting cold, the shadows, and then... nothing. It's frustrating."

Kirishima nodded understandingly, his rugged features softened with empathy. "Must've been a hell of an ordeal. But you made it out alive, and that counts for something, right?"

Touya offered a faint smile, appreciating Kirishima's attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, it does. I'm grateful for the second chance, even if the details are elusive. Maybe with time, the memories will piece themselves together."

Touya's gaze lingered on the vast, snowy expanse, contemplating the unknown that lay ahead.

Kirishima, sensing Touya's internal struggle, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Endeavorson. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone," Kirishima spoke with sincerity. "I most likely won't understand fully what you're going through, but you have a friend in me."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the unexpected ally by his side.

The path to the longhouse was accompanied by a comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of their footsteps on the dirt path.

Kirishima decided to broach a topic he had heard from Earl Yagi. "Hey, Touya," Kirishima began, a curious glint in his eyes. "I heard from earl Yagi that you were eager to depart as soon as you woke up. What's the rush?"

Touya's gaze shifted, his expression momentarily distant as he recalled the urgency that had fueled his desire to leave. "Yeah," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "My family... they must've thought I died. I just wanted to see them again, let them know I'm alive."

Kirishima's grin widened, sensing there might be more to the story. "Is it just about family, or is there a special someone waiting for you, too?"

Touya's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he averted his gaze. "Well, there is someone. I want to see her again."

Kirishima chuckled heartily, clapping Touya on the back. "Ah, love! Now it makes sense. A man's got priorities, that's so manly! You're not alone in wanting to reunite with your loved one. We all have something or someone worth fighting for."

Touya's embarrassment transformed into a bashful smile, appreciating Kirishima's understanding.

The imposing structure of the Great Hall loomed ahead, its massive doors beckoning them forward. Kirishima came to a stop, turning to face Touya with a determined expression. "Just so you know," Kirishima began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity, "I and my best friend Bakugo, that forever-offended blonde you saw earlier, were assigned to help you regain your prowess in fighting once your legs work well again. And just don't mind Bakugo, he has an awful personality, but he's a great and skilled warrior."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the information and the support he was receiving in this unfamiliar place. "Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate the help."

As they approached the heavy doors of the Great Hall, Kirishima stepped forward, taking the initiative to open them for Touya. The creaking hinges echoed through the hall as the doors swung open, revealing the grandeur within.

"Go ahead," Kirishima gestured, a courteous smile on his face. "Take your time. And you can call me Eijiro or Red Riot, whatever suits you better."

Touya nodded again, his gratitude evident in his turquoise eyes. He slowly made his way inside, the warmth of the hall a stark contrast to the cold exterior.

Kirishima remained at the entrance, waiting patiently until Touya had safely entered the hall. "Good luck in there," Kirishima offered a parting wish, his voice filled with genuine encouragement. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you."

With that, Kirishima bid farewell to Touya and turned to go about his duties, leaving the Great Hall behind him.

The heavy doors closed with a resounding thud, enveloping Touya in the welcoming embrace of the earl's domain.

Earl Toshinorison, immersed in the weight of his responsibilities, looked up from the documents as he noticed Touya entering the room. A warm smile played on his lips, and he beckoned for Touya to join him. "Oh, Touya, come here, come here," earl Yagi greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie.

Touya, despite the lingering pain in his legs, slowly made his way to a long table and took a seat on a wooden chair with a heavy sigh. "Any news from the envoy, my lord?" Touya inquired, his tone laced with concern. "Forgive me for asking about this repeatedly, but it's already been several days, and we haven't heard from them yet."

Earl Yagi placed a paper on the table and set the metal stylus aside, giving Endeavorson a knowing glance. "You're impatient, son. I'm sure we'll hear from them soon. Don't forget your settlement is nearly four days away from here," he reminded, attempting to assuage Touya's worries.

Despite the reassurance, an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling lingered within Touya whenever he thought about his home. He hoped for the well-being of everyone there, especially Shoto, praying that he had managed to escape the looming threat they apparently faced together. And then there was you, his beloved woman, whose name rolled off Touya's lips every relentless night.

Touya nodded in acknowledgment of earl Yagi's words, yet the unease persisted. The distant wait for news from his homeland weighed heavily on him, and the yearning for assurance about the safety and happiness of those he left behind lingered like a shadow in the depths of his thoughts.

Shortly after returning from your journey with Hawks, you began feeling unwell.

A day later, Shoto returned from his own trip, only to find you in considerable pain, experiencing contractions.

The burden of sorrow and sadness weighed heavily on you, prompting an untimely and challenging childbirth.

You lay on the bed in earl Shoto's room, the sheets already stained with your blood and tears. The midwives bustled around you, their faces etched with concern. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives stabbing you with each contraction. You screamed, the sound echoing through the room.

Shoto paced back and forth near the bed, his face contorted with worry. "Help her!" he screamed at the thralls, his voice filled with pure rage. "Help her or I'll hang you by the dawn!"

They scurried to your side, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth. The pain was indescribable, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume you.

Shoto's face was pale as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight of blood and gore.

Shoto's eyes darted away, an involuntary reaction to a scene that was unbearable even for someone who had witnessed his fair share of hardships. The weight of the sights he had seen in the past seemed to pale in comparison to what lay before him now. "Do something! She's in pain!" he roared.

"Push, my lady," one of the midwives urged, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to push!"

You bore down, your body shaking with the effort. You could feel the baby's head crowning, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. You gritted your teeth and pushed. You had never felt pain like this before, but you knew it would all be worth it in the end. "I... Can't..." you whimpered, your head rolling back to the pillows.

"Again, push now," the midwife said, her voice soothing. "You're doing great, my lady. Just a little bit more, and the baby will be here, my lady."

You pushed once more, using all of your strength, feeling the baby slip from your body, and you screamed in pain again.

The midwives rushed to clean the baby, their faces alight with joy. "It's a boy," one of them said, and you felt a surge of love and happiness as the first tears rolled down your flushed cheeks.

But your pain was far from over. The afterbirth needed to be delivered, and the contractions continued to rack your body. You screamed, the sound primal and raw.

Shoto's face was a mask of worry, but he remained silent, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

The midwives worked quickly, delivering the afterbirth and cleaning you up. The pain slowly began to subside, leaving you exhausted but relieved.

Shoto approached the midwife who was holding the newborn. After the baby was cleaned, it was passed to the young earl. He scoffed loudly, growing angry upon seeing a white down on the little boy's head and the pair of perfectly turquoise eyes slowly opening from time to time. "Fuck," Shoto growled with anger.

You begged the midwife to pass you the baby, and she took the baby from Shoto after he passed it with anger.

The baby was placed to your chest, and you slowly stroked the little head. It was Touya's child. Shoto's anger was now painfully clear.

You hesitated to meet Shoto's gaze, apprehensive of the storm brewing within him. His face was etched with pure rage, and for a moment, you feared his reaction.

Shoto, after a moment of tense silence, finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I should expect you to bear my deceased brother's child," he stated, his eyes locked onto yours. “Pathetic whore.”

As you glanced at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, Shoto's expression softened slightly, yet you noticed a twisted grimace curling his lips. "However," he continued, "I'll raise this boy as my own son. Once you recover from childbirth, we'll lay together again. And again. And again. I'll ensure you give me my own heir."

You trembled at Shoto's words, the mere thought of having to lay with him again sending a cold shiver down your spine. The weight of his expectations, the complex emotions surrounding the situation, and the uncertainty of your future left you paralyzed.

Before you could manage a reply, Shoto simply left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness in his wake. His parting words, a sharp and indifferent command to his thralls, hung in the air. "Clean that fucking mess."

You looked down at the crying baby nestled in your arms, his tiny features a poignant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within you. Gently, you pressed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead, feeling the warmth of your affection seep into the fragile being. "My little boy. My beautiful boy," you whispered, your voice a mixture of love, gratitude, and a tinge of sorrow. The tear that rolled down your cheek bore witness to the intricate tapestry of emotions woven into this moment.

With a heartfelt sincerity, you turned your gaze skyward and silently thanked Freya, the goddess who had guided you through this tumultuous journey. Gratitude filled your heart for the gift of Touya's son, a precious life that now depended on your love and care.

In the quiet moments that followed, the room seemed to echo with the soft cries of the newborn, a testament to the fragility and resilience of life. As you cradled the baby close, you vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with the same strength and determination that had brought you to this moment. And in the stillness of the room, you found solace in the love that already bloomed between you and the tiny soul entrusted to your care.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat heavily on the throne in the grand throne chamber, the weight of recent events evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. The air in the room seemed thick with tension as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Hawks, having learned from the guards that the child had been born, stepped into the chamber cautiously. "My lord?" he inquired, bowing respectfully to Shoto.

The red-and-white-haired earl glanced at his most trusted warrior, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation. "It's his," Shoto snarled, the words escaping his lips with a venomous edge. "He won't stop hounding me, even from the afterlife."

Hawks, recognizing the gravity of Shoto's words, remained silent for a moment, his keen eyes studying the earl's troubled demeanor.

"Is that Odin trying to punish me for my deeds? Apparently, the past never dies," Shoto's voice cut through the somber air, a question directed more to the invisible forces than to anyone present in the room. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if seeking answers in the unseen. "All I ever wanted was to make Skjaldvargr strong like never before, so everyone would fear us," Shoto continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and introspection.

As the room absorbed his words, Shoto's thoughts seemed to wander into the realm of self-doubt. "Maybe I made a mistake letting Touya die? Killing my father?" he whispered, the words almost lost in the echoes of his inner turmoil. A moment later, he shook his head, as if attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to take root. "No. All these decisions were good."

Before the heavy silence could stretch further, a guard interrupted, stepping into the room with news. "My lord, an envoy from Hvinverjadalr pleads to see you."

Shoto's frown deepened, exchanging glances with Hawks, who maintained his silent vigil. With a reluctant nod, the earl acknowledged the envoy's request, setting aside the internal struggle for the time being to face the external challenges that awaited him in the form of the visiting envoy.

The guards led the older man into the throne chamber, where he was forced to kneel before Shoto, the earl of Skjaldvargr. Shoto, in a gesture of casual indifference, rested his chin on his hand, which was propped against an armrest of his bespangled throne, his mismatched eyes keenly observing the envoy.

The older man bowed respectfully and identified himself as an envoy from Hvinverjadalr, bearing a message from Earl Toshinorison.

Shoto's expression tightened slightly at the mention of the earl's name. All Might, known by that call sign, was a formidable adversary of Shoto's deceased father, Endeavor.

"What message are you bringing to us?" Shoto inquired, his tone measured and unwavering.

The envoy bowed once more before revealing the content of the message. "Our earl wants to let you know your brother, Touya Endeavorson, is well and alive in our settlement."

Shoto's eyes widened slowly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The news was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away the hopes of his carefully crafted plans to turn true. A mix of disbelief and hope flickered in Shoto's mismatched eyes, and for a moment, the throne chamber seemed suspended in a profound silence as the implications of this unexpected revelation unfolded. “Is that so?” he ground his question out.

The envoy nodded his head, offering an explanation for the delayed revelation. "We didn't let you know earlier, my lord, as Touya was in a very serious health condition. Thankfully, Allfather helped him to survive and slowly regain his health."

Shoto's gaze shifted to Hawks, the unspoken understanding between them echoing in the charged silence.

Hawks felt his heart quicken within his chest, a mix of surprise and worry coursing through his veins. The news, while unexpected, carried a glimmer of hope, a flicker of a possibility Hawks hadn't dared to entertain until now. Perhaps Y/N words were prophetic?

Shoto's features remained composed, but the intensity in his mismatched eyes betrayed the emotions churning beneath the surface.

Shoto, with practiced ease, managed to summon a smile that did not reach his mismatched eyes. "Thank you for the news," he said, his tone wryly polite. The revelation about Touya's survival had stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, and Shoto struggled to conceal the storm behind a veneer of civility. He leaned back into his throne, feigning casual interest. "Did my brother share any details about what happened?" Shoto inquired, a facade of genuine concern in his voice.

The envoy shook his head, "No, my lord. Touya doesn't remember much."

Shoto's grin, though slight, carried a complexity of emotions. It was a bittersweet acknowledgment, for while Touya's survival brought threat to all of Shoto's plans, the memory loss shielded him from the painful truth of Shoto's involvement in the events that had transpired.

"And for that wonderful news, you deserve a reward," Shoto declared, a saccharine smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted to a guard, and with a small nod, the envoy's fate was sealed.

In a swift, merciless motion, the guard slit the envoy's throat, and the dying man was unceremoniously pushed onto the stone floor. The chamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of a life seeping away.

Shoto nodded at his guards, his demeanor betraying little emotion. "Clean the mess and dispose of the body," he ordered, rising from the throne.

Hawks approached the earl, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What are you planning to do now, my lord?" he inquired, his tone laced with a sense of anticipation.

Shoto regarded him with a pointed look, his expression unyielding. "We are preparing for war," he declared, his voice carrying a resolute edge. "I won't allow our people to rally behind Touya. The truth of his survival will inevitably surface, that much is certain. So, we'll take the initiative. We'll inform them that my eldest brother, dear as he may be, has chosen to form an alliance with our notorious adversary, Toshinorison. It will serve as a perfect pretext to launch an attack on Hvinverjadalr, and sever the head of my beloved brother for his betrayal."

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The Affair Pt 1

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What's better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

Essentially:

Reader and Izuku are married. Eijiro is married to Katsuki. Katsuki cheats with Izuku. Reader marries Eijiro. Simple.

Main Pairing: Eijiro x Reader

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, "Dammy" - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch

The morning light shone into the kitchen as you hummed along to the song playing on the radio. You placed another perfect pancake on the already made stack. It was another amazing morning in the Midoriya residence and everything was perfect. The smell of fresh coffee, warm pancakes and syrup flooded the kitchen in a lovely smell and atmosphere.

“Dammy!!” You turned around with a smile at the sound of your five year old little boy. He was your everything. The cutest little boy who looked just like his sire. He wore his kindergarten uniform as he waddled into the kitchen, his yellow hat already on his mess of green curls. He hugged your leg, wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckled as you bent down and picked him up. “Hey there, Asahi.” You greeted him, picking him up from the ground and placing him on your hip for a moment as you switched off the stove.

Asahi was your only pup with your loving husband so far and he was one of the best decisions you ever made in your life. “You made pancakes!” He smiled so brightly at the sight already on the table. He was so happy to see the pancakes today and you knew it that he would never stop smiling. It was exactly why you called him Asahi. He was a bright light in your lives that never stopped shining, just like the morning sunlight.

You placed him in his chair, in front of his plate of a pancake with syrup. He yipped up at you in appreciation, before grabbing his plastic spork and starting to eat his breakfast. You chuckled as you put the pan in the sink and placed two larger plates on the counter. Just as you were about to grab the plate of pancakes, you felt a mouth against your neck.

You giggled at the kiss to your scent gland as the large Alpha behind you took shape against your back. You moved your hand up to go through soft green curls. You looked up at him with a broad smile. “Morning Mr Number One.” You greeted.

He hummed as he moved his kisses to your jaw, his large hands feeling your hips and your boy fitting perfectly in his arms. “Morning Mrs Number One.” He greeted back with a final kiss to your jaw before grabbing the cup of coffee that you had made for him. You giggled as he placed a final kiss on your cheek before taking a sip of his coffee.

You shook your head in dismay but couldn’t stop the broad smile on your face. You plated some pancakes for you and Midoriya, just the way you both liked it. “Do you have a meeting today, my love?” You asked him as you turned around and placed his plate right in front of him. Before you could leave he placed another kiss to your face making you giggle.

He nodded his head. “Yes, I do. A long one with the commission president but luckily the rest of the day is just paperwork and staying at the office.” He informed you, which explained why he wasn’t already in his hero uniform already. He took a bite of the pancakes and let out a rumble in happiness at the taste. Asahi giggled at the sound that his father made, trying to replicate it but all he could muster up was a soft purr. Midoriya chuckled at the action.

You sat down opposite your husband on the other side of your son. “Well that’s good news.” You wiped Asahi’s face of stick syrup before finally eating your own breakfast and taking a sip of your own coffee. “Remember that we have a pack dinner tonight, so no late night last minute paperwork.” You warned him with a pointed glare.

“What? Me?” He asked with a shocked expression. “I would never do that.” He stated, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. He looked down to his son, both green haired males staring at each other. “Right Asahi? I would never do that.” Asahi had his freckled cheeks filled with pancakes and milk but he turned to you and shook his head a long with his father. You rolled your eyes at your two boys but you couldn’t help but find it amusing. Those two were so much alike, you found it almost laughable.

Breakfast in the Midoriya household was often like this. It was filled with soft laughter and your two happy green haired boys often ganging up on you. It was mornings like this that you wished would never change. It was something so beautiful you would almost hate for them to ever disappear.

After breakfast was eaten and you managed to wipe Asahi’s face of all stick syrup and milk mustaches, you placed his little bag on his back. With Asahi ready for school, Midoriya managed to slip on his red Jordans just in time, for the both of them to be out of the door. You leaned against the doorway, watching Asahi follow his dad with smaller red Jordans on his feet too.

Just as the two of them headed to the car, you heard the sound of your neighbours next door. Next door to your right was the Bakushimas, the Head Family of Pack A. Kirishima held Bakugou close to him, an arm wrapped around his small waist and kissed him sweetly and deeply. The blond Omega let out a soft hum with a smile on his face as he looked up at his Alpha, already having his hero bag on his shoulder. Running between their legs and out of the door was their son, Kane.

The energetic blond boy held the straps of his bag as he tugged on his dam’s bag. “Lets go!” He whined in annoyance.

Asahi smiled over at them, raising his hand to wave over at his neighbour. “Hello Kane!” He greeted with a huge Midoriya smile.

Bakugou turned around to look at the little green child that was greeting his own pup. You smiled as you raised a hand and waved with a nod of your head. “Good morning, Head Alpha and Head Omega.”

Kirishima grinned broadly at the sight of you and your family. He had one hand in the pockets of his sweatpants as he was also dressed casually. “Morning YN. Morning Izuku and Asahi.”

Izuku pulled on a smile with a nod on his head. His son smiled as bright as the sun as he waved an excited arm over to his Head Alpha. “Morning Head Alpha Eijiro!” He greeted with so much excitement.

“Katsuki, will you be home in time for the dinner?” You asked him as you walked outside as well.

Bakugou looked to you with an amused smirk. He scoffed. “Of course.” He squeezed Kirishima’s hand before picking up his son who seemed happy that his dam was finally getting a move on and moving to his own car. “The dinner plan should be in your inbox and I placed a copy in the kitchen so if I’m not here the same time as you and the others, you can start without me.” He told you.

You nodded your head. “Of course,” You reached Midoriya and Asahi, placing an arm around your Alpha. “But don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything or need me to step in.” You told him with a sincere look.

Bakugou hummed as he rolled his eyes. “Yes, you and your housewife things.” He let out in distaste which only made you all chuckle. He placed his son inside his car seat, the little five year old waving to Asahi.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a house dam, Katsuki.” You told him as you looked up to Midoriya who was still looking in Bakugou’s direction before noticing you were looking at him. He smiled warmly down at you. You chuckled lowly. “I’m okay with it.”

Midoriya hummed as he placed a kiss to your lips. “And it keeps you safe, where I can always find you.” He turned to pick up Asahi and put him in the car. “Don’t do anything stupid out on patrol, Kacchan.” He turned to look at the blond just as he closed the car door.

Bakugou scoffed as he kicked himself off of his car. “As if.” He smirked before waving a hand to Kirishima with a sway of his hips. You wondered how on earth Bakugou managed to always look so good even after giving birth to Kane. He lost all his post maternal weight and kept all the benefits of being a dam, from having a wide thick chest to wide hips and a small waist. The perfect modal.

You glanced up at Midoriya who seemed to be staring off into space for a second. You nudged him gently. “Izu, now is not the time to be thinking of some quirk related issue.” You told him as you shook him out of it.

He shook his head before looking back down to you. He had a soft pink blush on his face as he scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, love.” He apologized. You heard a soft chuckle but before you could turn to where it came from, Midoriya placed a kiss on your cheek. “See you later.” He assured you as he quickly raced to the driver’s door.

It was just around noon when you were on the couch looking through online stores to get Asahi some new pairs of socks (he seemed to keep on getting holes in his socks regardless of what you did). You hummed at all the little choices from plain to cute partners and even some hero themed socks that you knew he would just adore. Before you could click on a pair that you thought he would like, your phone started vibrating.

You shook your head in dismay but smiled. You turned back to leave back indoors. It seemed as though Kirishima was working home today. You noted that at the back of your mind before heading back inside. There was much for you to do now that those two were gone. Like nap.

You turned to look at the caller ID. Denks <3. You raised an eyebrow. You knew that Denki wasn’t home right now, he was off the Pack Estate and was on patrol today. He normally only called you when he was bored.

You answered the phone and placed him on speaker, before you even had the chance to speak, he was already going on like a bullet train. “Y/N, are you alright? I know this must be a shock for you, but just know we’re all handling it.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he sounded so rushed and almost deeply upset. “The whole pack is out here handling the press and all media control so don’t worry. I’m on my way to fetch your son from kindergarten and-”

“Denki, what are you talking about?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow as you sat up properly on the couch.

It was silent for a moment. “Y/N… have… have you checked the news?” He asked, his voice quieter than he was before.

Suddenly dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach as you grew anxious. You slowly picked up the TV remote. “No…” you let out concerned. You wondered what could be on the news that was so important. Then fear settled in your heart like a wave of cold water. The normal crippling fear that settled within you whenever you knew that Midoriya was in a bad fight. The one that was just waiting for your phone to ring and it be the commission instead of him or the hospital. “Is it Izuku?” You asked as you quickly turned to the news.

“Wait Y/N it’s not what you think!”

You couldn’t even hear what else he had to say as the news channel started playing, the anchor sitting there in front of you on the screen. “If you are just joining, there’s breaking news of a national scandal. The Number One ProHero, Deku has been caught in an affair with the Number Two ProHero Dynamight. The nation’s top heroes were caught together what is said to have been a few days ago but word only coming out about the apparent union between the two this morning. Both heroes are married, Deku being married to his partner Midoriya Y/N and Dynamight being married to the Number Fifth hero, ProHero Red Riot. Pack A is yet to have said anything official regarding this scandal between two of their members.” Images of the two of them played on the screen in front of you, both of them hidden in more civilian clothes and baseball hats and sunglasses sharing a kiss.

Your world fell under your very feet and you couldn’t breathe. You were frozen. Frozen in time as your world felt like it was shaking and falling around you. A pain whimper came from inside you at the photos at the proof staring you right in your eyes. There it was. Your Alpha in the arms of another Omega that you had regarded a packmate and friend. You felt your eyes burn as crippled trills escaped out of you. You couldn’t look away from the screen even though every passing second felt as though it was torture.

“Y/N…” Denki voiced softly. “I’m so so sorry.” He whispered. You didn’t answer him and he didn’t expect you to. “We’re taking all the pups out of kindergarten for the day, Momo said she’ll keep an eye on them with Pony just to give you some time and all of us time to handle the press. Just… just stay there, I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tried his best to be supportive but you could barely feel a thing out of it. “I have to go but, I love you. I’ll be over soon.” Just like that you were left alone again, in your crumbling world.

You weren’t the only one with a crumbling world…

Kirishima was in his office, not even having had the time to process all of this when the news blew up in his face instantly. He had one hand holding his office phone to his ear as he kept an eye on the headlines that flashed over one of his monitors screen.

“No, Pack A has no official comment at this time. Any and all communications regarding Deku and Dynamight will be handled at a later stage.” He finalised. “Please tell the commission that we’ll have it sorted and we appreciate the help on trying to minimalize online damage.” He slammed the phone down aggressively before falling back onto his chair. He put his hands over his face as he tried to organise his thoughts but he couldn’t get past the fact that his own Omega had been cheating on him and he didn’t even see it.

Were they not in love? Did he not love him enough? Did he not treasure him and care for him enough? Kirishima didn’t think there was anything wrong in their marriage. They had been happily married for the past seven years and yet this was how their marriage would go down? In one of the biggest hero news that would go down in the tabloids for the next six months?

Kirishima felt the feeling of digust and most of all sadness flow through him. His hands shaking as he tried to think but he couldn’t think.

His personal phone rang and Kirishima quickly picked it up. The longer and more work he had, the less he had to think about this.

“Eijiro.” It was Iida. “I just got off the phone with Denki, the kindergarten for the pups is keeping the press at bay and they managed to get the pups out of there. They’re all currently at Shoto’s agency with Momo and Pony for the time being.”

Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief that at least that was going well for them. He was so worried that the pups would be a target of paparazzi and media harassment since they were so vulnerable and isolated away from their parents, which was the reason why he asked them to be excused from school for the next week while things would be handled and dile down. “That’s good.” Let out with sigh.

“And… Eijiro… Y/N, they…” He wasn’t sure how to put it and that’s when Kirishima remembered that you were in this situation just like he was. You were the other part of this whole messed up situation that he had forgotten to consider. “Denki confirmed to me that they’re still at home. Maybe you can-”

“I’m on it. Don’t worry. Please handle things for me, Tenya, while I’m with them.” Kirishima was already standing up and walking out of his office, his feet making quick work.

“Of course, Head Alpha. And Eijiro… I… I’m-”

Kirishima knew what he wanted to say before he would say. “It’s alright. Thank you, Tenya.” He quickly said before dropping the phone. Kirishima quickly opened his front door and ran over next door. He felt anger rise within him, knowing that he had forgotten to come up of a plan for you. You were all alone, just like him, when this news came out and so far he hasn’t heard a thing about how you must be feeling. He knocked on the door. “Y/N.” He tried the door handle and the door opened without issue. He pushed the door open harshly as he looked around for you.

He forced himself to be on high alert. He knew all the horror stories of what Omegas would go through and do to themselves due to mate rejection and such events happening in their lives. The last thing he needed was you losing yourself now too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as he ran into the house. The TV was on but you weren’t on the couch. Then as he moved forward, he saw you by the kitchen, hands covering your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. You were keeping yourself small and trying to hide from the heart wrenching news on the TV. Kirishima growled at the TV, grabbing the remote off the couch and switching it off with little car. He ran over to you, getting down onto his knees in front of you. “Y/N… Y/N, I’m here.” He spoke more gently as he put his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him with eyes filled with heartbreak. Your face twisted in pain as you shook your head, tears running down your face. “No, no, no...” You sobbed out, realising the TV was finally off and you didn’t have to heard that God awful reporter with all that so called news. You shook your head as you sobbed, tears running down your face. Your scent was twisted in bitter agony and grief as you cried. “What did I do wrong?” You asked him. “Head Alpha, what did I do? I did everything for him. I love him so much.”

Kirishima scowled trying to stop his own tears. He pulled you into his arms as he scowled deeply, putting his head on top of yours. “I know, Omega, I know.” He assured you. He knew exactly how you felt so perfectly, it felt vicious inside of him.

You let out a sob as you clung to his shirt. You couldn’t even speak any more words, sobs only leaving your mouth as you bawled your eyes out. Kirishima’s own body was shaking as he held you, silent tears leaving his eyes as he squeezed them shut hoping this would all be a nightmare. You both just wanted to wake up and have it be some cruel nightmare, to go back to the bliss of just a few hours ago.

Eventually you had passed out, your body, mind and Omega too exhausted and drained to keep you awake for any longer. Kirishima, after finding the scarce bit of will power he had left, picked you up off the floor and walked you upstairs to your nest in your nesting room. He knew you had a nesting room, having heard from Midoriya before. Once he placed you there, he covered you in a blanket from your son’s room, something neutral that wouldn’t cause you to go into a drop. Once he was sure you were comfortable, Kirishima left you in there.

When Midoriya Izuku arrived back home, it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. The pack was silent, with the normal central dinner for the back being cancelled leaving the middle park dark with its usual lights. When he drove into his driveway the feeling of pure dread sat at the bottom of his stomach as he stepped out of his car. By the looks of it, he had just beat Bakugou back since he didn’t see his car in the driveway next door.

He felt less of that angry drive that he had earlier. Now all he felt was a hollow emptiness inside him, even as he picked up the phone and called Denki to tell him where he would find you once he got here. Kirishima didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else, so he flopped back onto your couch, not knowing what he was supposed to do.

The whole day the both of them were swarmed with calls, looks, messages and internet press coverage that could make Endeavor’s career look shameful. The two of them had had a long call on what they would do from here but there wasn’t much to do from here. Not when their packmates weren’t answering any of their calls and there was radio silence from the whole of Pack A.

Midoriya swallowed down hard as he moved to the front door. He took a breath before opening the door. The smell of dinner caught him by surprise. He didn’t expect to smell dinner. In all honesty, he didn’t expect the house to be in the state that it was. Everything looked… fine… Almost as if nothing had happened at all. As if it was a normal day and it wasn’t swimming in scandals and an affair that was never meant to be out in the open.

Midoriya closed the door behind him, taking off his Jordans at the door as he walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” A happy Asahi ran over to him.

Midoriya forced a smiled to his face, glad that at least someone was glad to see him today. He crouched down and accepted his son into his arms with a bright smile. He placed a kiss on the pup’s cheek making him giggle. “Hey there buddy.” He grinned as he held the five year old in his arms. “How was your day, bud?”

Asahi looked freshly bathed and wore comfortable clothes. His chubby cheeks were pushed into a smile as he looked up at his father. “My day was so weird!” He stepped back jumping on his feet. “First I went to school and then Uncle Denki took me and all my other pup mates out early. We went to Uncle Shoto’s hero office and Aunty Momo got us ice-cream and we got to just have fun in the nest there.” He told his father, his retelling of his day being very similar to how Midoriya would go off about his own stories and experiences. Every hero agency kept nesting rooms around their agency for Omega employees or for cases that needed victims to feel safe. “Then I spent the day with Sonomi and Keiji at their house and then Aunty Momo took me back home and then we found Head Alpha Eiji here! He left a while ago but he was here while Dammy was taking a nap. Aunty Momo gave me a bath and helped me get dressed and then Uncle Denki was here and he was with Dammy till like five minutes ago.” He recalled.

Midoriya nodded his head, keeping his forced smile on his face. “Sounds like a very eventful day. Where’s Dammy?” he asked.

Asahi took one of his sire’s hands and started pulling him along towards the kitchen. There standing with your back towards him was you. You had scent blockers on your neck and you seemed very engrossed in what you were doing. While your husband felt fear slowly fill him at having to come face to face with you, your son seemed rather eager. He let go of his father who seemed rather frozen in place and ran over to your leg. “Dammy! Dammy look! Daddy’s home!” He spoke excitedly with a huge dimpled smile on his face.

You glanced down at him with a soft smile. “Really?”

He nodded his head. “Yep.”

“Thank you for telling me, baby. How about you go clear all your toys. Dinner is almost ready.” You told him. With a dutiful nod, the green haired little boy went running off.

The kitchen descended into silence as Midoriya stood in the entrance of the kitchens, feeling as though he was oceans away from you. The only sound was the deafening sound of your knife against your chopping board. Midoriya swallowed down hard as he took a step forward, his voice feeling trapped at thee back of his throat.

“Y/N, I-”

“How was work, honey?” The question took every word out of his mouth as he stilled. Your voice was so sweet, so sickeningly sweet it was almost as if he deserved to hear you speak to him like that. Midoriya was silent as he just looked to you. “It must have been so busy.” You continued.

“It… it was.” He clarified. He swallowed down hard as he took a step forward. “Y/N I-”

“You should get ready, dinner is almost ready. I made your favourite.” You moved to pick up whatever you had sliced and put it on the dish in the bowl next to you. You turned to him with a smile, your smile there but your eyes dull, hollow and empty. “Katsudon.” Midoriya looked down to what you held in your hands. A bowl of pork katsudon, just the way his mother had taught you to make it. He looked up at you, a tear slipping out of his eyes. This would be the last meal he would share with you and his son as a family. He nodded his head, silent.

Dinner was a tense and quiet affair with you focusing on Asahi and not on the Alpha across from you. Even after dinner, you avoided Midoriya like the plague. You wouldn’t talk to him nor would you acknowledge his presence. Not until it was late at night, Asahi was in bed and you sat on your bed with Midoriya standing at the door. He was silent as he waited for you to talk first.

You sat on the bed with your hands holding a bunch of letters in your hands. You sniffed as you looked through the letters that were addressed to you. “What was it?” You whispered softly, you didn’t look up at him as you spoke.

Midoriya was silent for a moment. “What was?”

You looked up with him, eyes lined with tears. “What was the reason that made you run to him? What made you choose him over me?” You whispered as you tilted your head to the side, trying to figure him out.

The Alpha in front of you was silent, not knowing what to say nor what to do? What was he supposed to tell you? He hesitated as he tried to find the words. “It… Y/N…” He closed his eyes as he dropped his shoulders. “You have to understand, I loved Kacchan since I was a pup. I tried so hard not to.” He closed his eyes almost as if it pained him just to try and explain it to you. As if you would never understand him. “I tried so hard not to love him, knowing that he chose Eijiro but… one thing led to another and we ended up-”

“Cheating.” You finished for him. “You ended up cheating.” Midoriya swallowed hard, looking down away from you not baring to meet your gaze. “How long have the both of you been sneaking around?”

Midoriya once again heisted, those green eyes that you fell in love with barely being able to look at you. “The past six years.”

You let out a soft gasp at that. You dropped the letters, letting them fall to the ground as you opted to hold yourself as well. Six years. Six years was he sleeping and hanging around another Omega and you had no idea. Six years he had been lying to you and he never said a thing.

Midoriya quickly moved to try and hold you, his instinct to comfort you moving stronger and faster than his normal reason. “Y/N-”

You wrenched yourself away from him. “No!” you shouted as you pushed yourself to the edge of your bed, not baring to let him touch you. Your face was scrunched up into one of disgust. “You don’t get to touch me with the same hands you touched him with!” You shouted into his face, Midoriya’s face twisting into one of hurt as he looked at you. You scowled as you looked at him. “Did I ever have a husband? Did you ever love me?”

“Of course, I love you!” He put his hands to his chest over his heart, his fingers scrunching up the shirt in his fist. “You are my wife! You are the dam of my pup and the Omega I marked!”

“NO! Don’t say all those things when they weren’t enough for you!” You shouted at him. Tears fell down your eyes as you looked at him so distraught. “I was never enough for you was I? I could have never been enough because I wasn’t him!” You pointed to the direction of the Bakushima household. It settled back into silence between the both of you. You sniffed as you swallowed down harshly. You lifted your head up trying to keep yourself together as the bond you had with the Alpha across from you seemed to be tearing apart. You pointed to the door. “Get out.” You whispered.

Midoriya looked up at you in shock. “W-what?”

“Get your stuff and get out of this house!” You shouted at him. His slight wince made you close your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself. “I will not allow you to disrespect this family any longer by coming here when you clearly chose who you wanted instead. We can continue this conversation at a later date, but I want you out of this house.” You tried explaining more calmly than before.

Midoriya was taken aback from your words. The sinking fact that you were kicking him out, hurting more than he thought it ever could. His face scrunched up as he looked almost disgusted at the thought. “No. You can’t make me leave. This is our home!”

You lifted your nose at him. “It stopped being our home the moment you stuck your cock into Bakushima Katsuki’s cunt.” You whispered to him in hatred. “But if you won’t leave, we will.” You stood up and moved off the bed going to the closet. You were fast, moving straight to grab a duffel bag and just grab the essentials.

Midoriya immediately got up and followed. “Who is we?”

“Me and my son.” You clarified as you pushed In a bunch of clothes and a towel.

A growl interrupted your packing as you turned back to look at Midoriya. His canines were barred at you in warning as he glared at you, holding the doorway of the closet. “You are not taking my son out of this house.” He warned you, a dark undertone that told you that he seemed like he was ready to fight you if need be.

You got off your knees and moved over to him with a hiss. He growled back but you barred your Omegan fangs at him with a hiss, not backing down. “Either you leave, or we do.” You clarified to him. “I do not want our son to know that an Alpha cheating on his Omega is an okay thing.”

“You made a fucking fool out of me!” Kirishima shouted at his Omega as the both of them stood in their bedroom, their voices unhindered as the shouting match had happened almost immediately the moment that Kane went to bed. Kirishima stood in front of Bakugou with a scowl on his face. “How do you think I feel knowing my own fucking Omega has been fucking another Alpha behind my back?”

Midoriya was silent as the both of you stood almost chest to chest, glaring at one another, the other not backing down. He let out a low annoyed growl but stepped aside away from you, moving to pack a bag. You stayed on the defence, watching him pack as you stood your ground. Even though part of you was happy that he took the hint and was listening to you, the other half of you wished he fought harder to stay, even though knowing he was wrong.

Bakugou let out a breath as he closed his eyes. “Eijiro, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re fucking sorry?” He asked him with a cynical laugh. “Did our marriage mean anything to you!” The redheaded Alpha asked him with a hand to his chest. His face twisted in pure agony as he looked across to his mate only to be met with Bakugou looking away from him because he couldn’t bare to look at him. Kirishima closed his eyes briefly letting tears slip away. “We were the dream team, Katsuki. It was you and me. The Head Alpha and Omega of Pack A. What did Izuku do that I couldn’t?”

The blond Omega in front of him let out a breath. “It isn’t that Eijiro.”

“Then why the hell did you run off and fuck him for who knows how long?”

The crimson eyes of Bakugou tightened as they glared at the redheaded Alpha across from him. The blond Omega stood up and approached the redheaded Alpha. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a fucking slut, Red!”

Kirishima hardened his own gaze down to Bakugou. “Well when you fuck another Alpha, it sure makes you look that way!”

Bakugou scoffed. He pointed a finger to his chest. “I’m sorry that I did what I felt was me making the right decision.”

Kirishima looked at him confused. He put his hands to his head as he tried to understand, tried to fathom what Bakugou could see in this situation as a good decision. “How the hell is this a good decision? Did you even think about me or our son? How is this the best for Kane?”

A hiss left the blond Omega at the mention of the pup. “Only I know what’s best for Kane, for mypup.”

A loud growl came from Kirishima as he stepped up to stand toe to toe with Bakugou. He barred his teeth in aggression as he glared down at the blond. “Our pup, Omega.”

“NO! Mine!” Bakugou insisted. “How sure are you that he is your pup, then?

That question made the whole room fall into silence. Kirishima took a few steps back away from him as he froze. He wasn’t sure why that question made him feel more fearful than he had that whole day but it did. He could barely focus on anything else as he felt like everything around him was cracking for the second time today. “What… what do you mean?” Kirishima whispered, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Bakugou. “Why wouldn’t he be mine?”

Bakugou folded his arms over his chest as he stood his ground. “He’s not yours. You have no right to him or any decisions regarding his wellbeing! Kane is not your pup, never has been and he never will be.”

The Alpha shook his head as tears lined at his eyes and burned at him from the inside. “You’re lying. That heat we-”

“Izuku was over the day before my heat officially started, before I was with you the whole time.” He clarified. He moved fast and quickly, grabbing something from within his nightstand. He picked up a file, something he had for Kane since birth. “It was only after I gave birth to him did I have a paternity test done and found out who his real sire was.” He walked over back to Kirishima and handed him a piece of paper that was hidden behind Kane’s birth certificate.

Kirishima was terrified to look down. He felt like the moment he looked down, he would regret it for the rest of his life. But he did so anyways. He looked down and staring right up at him was a paternity test. It was for Kane and him. He couldn’t read any of the words that seemed to jumble up together but what did catch his attention was the numbers in bold at the bottom. 0,0007% Not even one percent match. Kirishima nearly dropped the document, a shaky hand moving to his mouth as he felt everything he ever knew and everything he ever loved get ripped away from him.

Bakugou took the document and folded it. “Kane is not your son, so don’t tell me what’s best for Kane as if it concerns y-”

The sound of whining came from the door as it was pushed open. Standing by the door with his hands together was Kane. He looked up at his parents in confusion and fear. He looked between them, confused as to why there was so much yelling. He whimpered as he kept himself small. “Daddy, Poppa, what’s going on?” He asked softly standing in his little shark pyjamas.

With Kane standing right there in front of him, Kirishima felt like he was so blind. Like he was so fucking blind. Kane, even though looked like he could be Bakugou’s twin, had certain things about him that didn’t make sense now. Did he always have such curly blond hair? Were his eyes always so wide and big? Was he always that small and tiny?

The redheaded Alpha couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, the fear that he wouldn’t recognise his own son settling in far too late. He turned to Bakugou, his face emotionless as he sniffed. He gave the blond a sad smile. “I hope your happier, then.” Kirishima turned and walked to his closet. He grabbed a duffel bag and started shoving his clothes into his bags. Kirishima wasn’t even sure if he was packing everything but he took all his essentials from the bathroom and his wallet too. Anything that looked important he took. Without looking at either one of them, Kirishima shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket and walked right past Kane out the door to his bedroom.

Kane let out some whines behind him, saying something to his dam that Kirishima couldn’t hear in his right mind right now. He marched through the scarcely lit house as he moved to the front door. He needed to leave. He didn’t know where he was going to, but he needed to leave.

“Daddy no!” He felt a body wrap around his leg making him pause. He looked down to see the blond pup clinging to him as hard as he could. Kane was crying, borderline sobbing big crocodile tears that only made Kirishima feel even more blind. “Don’t leave! Where you going?” He looked up to Kirishima with big crimson eyes, his hands balled up as he clung to his sweatpants and didn’t want to leave. Kirishima’s face twisted into something painful not having the heart to reply to him. Kane didn’t deserve this.

Suddenly the blond pup was pulled away from him and pulled into Bakugou’s arms as he kept the young boy off the ground and in his own arms. He forced a struggling and screaming Kane into his arms, almost defensively as if Kirishima was a stranger.

Kirishima just looked at Bakugou, pain filled before turning to leave out the front door. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the one masc he never wanted to see.

Midoriya Izuku stood on his doorstep holding a box and a backpack on his back. He looked to Kirishima in surprise. Kirishima stepped out of the way, his eyes dead as he stared at Midoriya. “Welcome home.” He stated as he allowed the green haired Alpha through. Midoriya hesitated looking at Kirishima with such hesitation. Kirishima found it funny. He was sure Midoirya didn’t look this unsure every day that he looked him in the eye, knowing that he was with his Head Alpha’s Omega.

Midoriya stepped inside and Kirishima bee lined out the door, closing the door behind him. Kirishima stood outside his front door, not knowing what to do next. The Alpha looked around, not knowing where to go so he just went straight. He walked across the street to the park. He walked barefooted holding on to the strap of his bag. His body stopped by a bench and he sat down there in the darkness, with nothing but the park light to illuminate where he was. He leaned back as he stood there for what felt like just a second, staring off for a moment.

“Eijiro…” Standing in front of him now was Todoroki, Mina and Sero. Both men looked down at Kirishima in confusion. Sero put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder leaning forward. “Man, you’ve been sitting out here for two hours. What happened with Katsuki, are you okay?” he asked deeply concerned for not only his Head Alpha but one of his best friends.

Mina nodded as she held her jacket around her, trying to stop the sinking cold from coming in. “Come on Eij, you shouldn’t be out here all alone in the cold.”

Kirishima didn’t move for a second as he just stared up at Sero, then tears started running down his face his face unmoving for a second. Kirishima bit his bottom lip to stop himself from shattering in front of his friends. He brought two hands over his face as he tried to stop the bubbling sobs in his chest as he leaned forward. He shook his head. “He’s not mine.” He cried out. “He’s not mine and I love him so much.” He cried.

Sero moved closer to him as Mina quickly moved to put Kirishima in her arms, turning the large redhead to put his head in the crook of her neck. She rubbed his back as she held him tightly. The feeling of his oldest best friend made him only cry harder as he held onto her. Todoroki stepped forward confused, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who’s not yours, Eijiro?”

“Kane!” Mina’s eyes widened as she looked up to both men who both immediately froze as their faces fell in disbelief. Dead silence filled the space for a second. They looked to each other before looking back down at Kirishima. “He’s not mine. He was never mine! Katsuki told me. He’s-” A hiccup interrupted him as he couldn’t bare to speak more about it.

Mina shushed him sweetly as she rubbed his back. “It’s okay, Eijiro. Don’t think about all that right now, just let it all out big guy.” She told him as she looked up to her husband and one of her packmates.

Sero let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair. The drama only getting worse and worse as time went by. However, once he looked to Todoroki both husband and wife were shocked. Todoroki had a hard look on his face. A scowl was one his beautiful face as he frowned. Todoroki was a traditionalist, he was someone who valued family and valued what came from it, but finding out that someone had disrespected that to this extent to Kirishima’s face, all while lying, was something he could never stand for. Todoroki stepped forward as he sat next to Kirishima on the bench and put a hand on his back as well.

The Seros took Kirishima to their place, letting him stay in their extra bedroom. Sero and Mina along with Todoroki agreed that they would call a pack meting tomorrow morning. Due to everything that was happening, they didn’t have work for the next couple of days so they would need to take the time to discuss and talk this over.

When the next morning came, in a painful reminder that time still goes on, Denki immediately went to your place, still regretting his decision of listening to you when you told him to leave. Denki immediately saw the state you were in. A very bad depressive drop. You were in your nest, refusing to leave it nor even get ready for the day or help Asahi who was too worried about you as he stayed buried at your side.

Denki took Asahi to the Sato’s place where all the pups would be kept during the meeting. Pony took a worried Asahi who was very confused as to what was going on and got him breakfast with the rest of his pup mates. Once Asahi was safe, Denki went back to you. You stayed in your nest, not responding at all. Denki knew that at least you ate something last night, so he wasn’t too worried about how your health was. He kept you sleeping in your nest, promising he would come back.

Kirishima was also left in the Sero’s place, dead asleep, having exhausted his very being enough that even if anyone did speak to him, he couldn’t hear it. Mina had got him some extra blankets and left a plate of breakfast at the side of his table just in case he got hungry while they were gone. Her and Sero took their daughter to the Satos before going over to Iida’s place.

In Iida’s sitting room was where the pack meeting was happening without you, Kirishima, Midoriya or Bakugou.

“What do you mean Kane isn’t Eijiro’s?” Shinso asked as he stood up and stared at Todoroki.

Todoroki nodded his head painfully. “That’s what he said.” He retold the group. “He said that he wasn’t his. Bakugou told him that last night.”

Momo put a hand over her mouth with a gasp in shock at the new piece of news that was just received to the rest of them. “Poor Eijiro.” She let out softly, the others agreeing in saddened hums. She turned to look at her husband as she sat next to him. “Having a pup meant so much to him.” She whispered.

Iida let out a heavy sigh as he dragged a hand through his hair. “It does.” He agreed with her. “And now we’re stuck with two members in a drop, one of which is our Head Alpha who now is without an Omega and a pup.” Iida tried to think about what was the best sort of action. Iida was the acting Head Alpha until Kirishima came back out of his drop. It was his say on what they would do next regarding this whole unprecedented situation. Iida sat down in his cushioned chair, putting his head on top of his hands. “This doesn’t look good for us, nor does it for Eijiro. But lets deal with one thing at a time and quickly. Izuku and Katsuki. Their actions can’t go unpunished.” He stated, the pack nodding their heads in agreement.

“No, they can’t.” Jirou stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Denki frowned as he thought about it for a moment. He closed his eyes. “Their actions are very severe. Not only did they lie to their mates, but Katsuki had a pup and framed it as our Head Alpha’s for six years. That’s horrible.”

Mina nodded along with Denki. “We also need to keep in mind that the public will expect word from what the pack has decided to do to them.”

“Well then we all know what the best course of action is.” Iida sat up in his chair, Hatsume standing next to him, leaning against his chair with one hand on his shoulder. He looked around at the pack members in the room, none of them denying what he was insinuating. He sighed as he closed his eyes. “Then I’ll tell Head Alpha.”

That evening, the whole pack was in attendance at what was essentially a ruling of the events that had happened. Bakugou and Midoriya stood together the eyes of their pack member feeling as though they were drilling holes into them. Bakugou held Kane closer towards him at all the scrutiny, glaring at them all at how quickly they changed against him. Kirishima stood in front of the both of them with you sitting at his side. You looked hollow, kind of just staring into the distance for a while. Asahi sat beside you, looking up at you concerned but also to his father.

Much later in the day Iida sat in a chair next to where Kirishima lay in bed. His eyes glued to the ceiling as he listened to what Iida had to say. He didn’t say much about anything other than finding out what you thought about the situation. Finding out that you were in agreement with what the pack had concluded, he felt better about it. So Kirishima agreed.

“Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki,” Kirishima started. He had forced himself to stand before everyone tonight. He was in no state to do so, nor did he feel like he even had the will to exist right now, but he did what his job was. He was given the job of being Head Alpha and regardless of this situation he had to take it in stride. “You have both not only lied to your mates but also committed adultery. You also lied about the true sire of Bakugou Kane. Your choices have led to a unanimous decision made by the pack that the both of you along with your pup be exiled from Pack-A as well as ex-communicated.”

Both adults faces fell at that decision. Bakugou stepped forward with a face of disbelief. “Eijiro, you can’t be serious.”

Kirishima frowned as he looked down at the blond. “It’s Head Alpha Kirishima to you, Bakugou Katsuki and yes, yes I am. By noon tomorrow, the three of you should be off my pack lands.”

“If you all want to exile us that’s fine, but what about Kane?” Midoriya motioned to the blond pup who didn’t even know what the word ‘exile’ meant, let alone what was supposed to happen. “Kane did nothing wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be ripped from his pack like this. And what about my son Asahi? You’re just going to keep me away from him?”

Kirishima turned to the side, not having any more energy to talk to the both of them. Iida stepped in, putting a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder allowing him to sit down. Kirishima sat in the chair that was placed next to you roughly, too tired to try and sit gracefully. He leaned to the side and placed a hand over his eyes with a heavy sigh, just wanting to go back to bed. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance over to you. He gave you a tired smile.

Iida stepped to stand in front of the both of you. “What about Kane?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows as he looked over at the two of them. “As far as I’m concerned that pup would be with both his sire and dam. Should he wish to play or spend time with any of the other pups, he can do that at school.” Iida clarified. “Regarding Asahi,” The little boy perked up at the mention of his name. “A custody agreement will be settled between you and Y/N regarding him along with the divorce agreement, in the mean time Y/N has agreed to give you weekends. Katsuki, you will also receive a document of divorce papers shortly. From the moment this meeting ends, all three of you will never belong to Pack A again.”

-Glitch1d

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━━ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 ;; 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, deep angst, major character death (sorrei), mentions of blood, eijirou calls you 'angel', 'pretty' and 'baby'

✧ a/n :: i actually thought about writing this like, last year. stumbled across this unfinished piece a bit ago and decided to redo it :D if it’s bad no it isn't

a trembling hand reaches out blindly, every muscle stretching as far as it can to get him there. a strangled groan leaves his mouth at the sting in his legs, crushed by wall, and finally, he drags his phone closer.

“c'mon— c'mon, please,” eijirou's voice sounds broken in its plea. his blood-coated fingers are trembling far too much to press the right buttons on the shattered screen and the panic is debilitating.

by the grace of whatever god was responsible, he manages to unlock his phone. his fingers move on instinct until his phone dials your number, each ring feeling like an eternity and he pleads for you to pick up.

“eijirou? eijirou is this you?” you're worried, frantic in your questioning and eijirou knows you're aware of his situation. he can’t bear the pained rush weighing your lovely voice down, but he can't begin to decipher the relief that floods him.

“it’s me, pretty,” you hear how hard it is for him to breathe under the rubble and the deep wound in his side makes him yelp in pain. he can't bring himself to look at it, but he feels the warm blood coating his skin and he understands there's a possibility that the warmth might seep away from him too. “how’s my baby, hm?”

“eijirou i’m watching the news— the building— they can’t find you— eijirou where are you?” your eyes are blurry with tears and every breath you take feels as if it's about to expire.

“it’s dark in here,” there's warmth in the tears that run down the side of his face. suddenly eijirou's a little boy again, trembling at the darkness of night and begging anything lurking in it to be kind. “it’s dark and i’m stuck— and i don't know how long my injuries will hold.”

you choke on a sob, your contorting heart lurching against your chest. “eijirou please— they're going to find you— they need to find you—” the words are stuck in a lump in your throat and your heart lurches against your chest at a rate that makes you sick. your eyes dart to the live news broadcast— they don't seem any closer to finding anybody trapped underneath.

kirishima’s breathing is so unsteady and his life lies on a tightrope and you want to crumble at the thought of him losing his balance without you there to catch him. “i love you so much. you know that, right?” the strain in how he says the words this time drops boulders into your stomach.

“eijirou we’re not doing this, i swear to god if you don't make it out—” he can't just leave you.

“pretty, please. there's not much time left.” why won't he breathe normally? “i’d give anything to be held by you. to hold you. god, i love holding you.” you can tell he's using every ounce of strength in him to force his words out and you want to scream at him to stop, to give himself hope for surviving.

he had to survive— he was unbreakable.

“i’m so scared, pretty. i’m scared and i love you and i’m— sorry i can’t stay around to love you longer.” your face contorts the same way your heart does, hammering against your chest and shattering itself with every beat.

“i love you, eijirou. all of us do— please don't leave us. don't leave me— you still have so many promises to keep—” you take a shaky breath, cheeks damp with tears. “eijirou my heart doesn't know what to do without you—”

kirishima’s aware he's breaking so many promises, so many pinky swears made while drunk on the highs and lows of life. the promise of the two of you sharing surnames. the promise of a home he swore to build for you, for the both of you. the promise of coming home to you after patrols and missions and the promise to be the best hero you could ever love.

“i’m... sorry, angel. please, promise me you’ll try to live, to find happiness when i’m gone. promise me... you’ll all take care of each other.” he's speaking so much slower now and you miss the chirp in his voice every time he calls.

you realise you’ll miss him in every other way.

“and y/n— my beautiful y/n— don't forget me, okay?”

your throat burns and you want to scream until it tears apart, but the pain in your chest has you curling into yourself, lowering to the floor— your stability is losing every inch of his life on the other end, and somehow he thinks it's possible to forget him.

“never. i’ll never forget you eijirou— i don't think i ever could. how does one forget someone so manly, hm?”

you hear a huff, and you allow yourself to imagine kirishima’s lips curling into a smile. you remember the warmth that came from his smiles, the brightness they drowned you in, and you try and find comfort in them as your sun dies.

eijirou’s heart slows as he listens to you thank him for loving you so right. your words blend into breathless ‘i love you’s because he needs to know, you can't let him leave without your declaration. you're a mess on the line, voice thick with sobs, and the only thing he finds fault in is not being able to feel your warmth as his seeps away.

he imagines his loved ones around him, you grasping his hand, and suddenly the darkness doesn't seem so terrifying anymore. he finds there is kindness in it, kindness in picturing your presence by his side— and oh, how perfectly warm the golden vision of you is.

you swear you hear him take his last breath and the silence is enough to make you want to go with him. crumpled on the floor, it hits you like a train that keeps running you over— eijirou kirishima will never breathe again.

you pray you gave him the love that he already was— patient and golden. and when you hear him finally get uncovered, the silence replaced by the screams of his friends on the scene, you realise you can never ask if you did.

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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 5 months

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𝙽𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝…

𝕂. 𝔼𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕪!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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… I’ll always love you

There are 4 things you know for certain,

Eijirou loves you, no matter what.

Eijirou also loves seeing you in pretty dresses.

You hate wearing dresses with your whole being— you’d rather throw yourself in front of a semi than wear those awful contraptions.

You love Eijirou more than life itself, and you’ll sacrifice your own comfort to keep him.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst, Angst to fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities, Emotionally Manipulative/Abusive Mother, Toxic Mom, Mentally Harmful Façade, Reader wears a dress when she doesn’t want to, Fear of Break-up(not gonna happen, babes, Ei loves you too much for that), Use of Y/n, One(1) mention of spicy times, I think that’s it?? Let me know if there’s any I missed

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: I cannot for the life of me remember who wrote it but this was inspired by headcanons of how BNHA Characters would react seeing their s/o in a dress. If y’all know the author, let me know and I’ll properly credit them!!

Enjoy, Lovelies! ♡

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Y/n had been a tomboy since she was in 7th grade and just never “grew out of it”. She realized this is how she felt comfortable. Her mother always wanted her to be “more of a girl” so she would give Y/n passive aggressive “gifts” in the form of dresses and makeup and heels and a gazillion hair products. (She did end up using some of the hair products but not many)

Then, she started dating Eijirou. He loves her as she is! He doesn’t mind that she’s a tomboy and would rather jump in front of a semi than wear a dress and heels. But then, she suddenly felt a spark of femininity, as her mother would call it, and she grabbed one of the dresses her mother gave her. She couldn’t get rid of them because every time her mother came over, she would check Y/n’s closet to see if they were still there and she knew it would be way more of a slap in the face for her mother if she were to get rid of them than simply not wearing them. She was beyond frustrated with the woman but that’s still her mom and she couldn’t bring herself to knowingly— and internationally— hurt her like that.

She silently thanked her mother for at least getting a dress in the same shade of red as Eijirou’s hair and eyes, though she’d never admit it. She surprised her boyfriend with it on date night. While he waited by the door, she walked out wearing the red dress and black chunky-heeled kitten pumps(that is the highest heel she is ever willing to wear thank you very much!).

He was stunned to say the least before his face lit up and he spouted compliments at her left and right. The entire date night, he would make sure she knew how beautiful she is.

After that, she tried to wear a dress every now and again, but she wasn’t very comfortable in them. So she just tried to suck it up and stick it out for him.

She knew that he liked seeing her in dresses, he’d made that abundantly clear, so she shifted from once in a blue moon, to once a month, max twice. Though, when they’d go on dates, he’d hope(expect) for her to wear a dress. She wanted to feel comfortable on date nights, though, so she would mostly only wear a dress for special occasions. He’d be disappointed but he tried to hide it.

She noticed.

So she decided, one day, that she’d put on a dress when they got home and have a mini post-date-date. When she saw his face light up again, she suddenly started doubting her usual style and if she can really make him happy as she is or if he’d prefer a girly-girl like her mother wants.

“I, uh.. I know that seeing me in dresses makes you happy… So I’ll try and wear them more.” She fidgeted with a ribbon on the overly lacy dress as she spoke nervously, though she did her best to hide it.

“Really..?” A smile crept up on his lips before he remembered how much more comfortable she is in slightly baggy shirts and pants with spacious leg room, “You don’t have to. If you don’t want to.”

“Well.. It makes you happy so… I’ll wear dresses more.” She gave him her most realistic smile that seemed to fool him well enough.

“Thank you…” He gave her a soft, grateful smile.

So then, it started. She would wear dresses more and more until the only time Eijirou didn’t see her in one was when they went to sleep.

Until she got a nightgown.

He had some passing thoughts that maybe, Y/n wasn’t as happy with the change as she seemed, but he would often forget those thoughts when he would get distracted by how gorgeous she looked in whatever dress she wore for date night. She now wore more simple dresses around the house, not like the frilly, shiny, over the top dresses her mother had forced onto her.

Speaking of, now whenever her mother came over and saw her in a dress and saw the dresses no longer hidden away in a nearly forgotten corner in the closet, she was ecstatic. She praised Eijirou with backhanded jabs at her daughter mixed in, saying that he “fixed” her. That one made him really uncomfortable but he was happy enough with the rest of the praise from his girlfriend’s mother and having her approval.

Her father was less ecstatic about the change and was worried for his daughter at first as he knew how much she detested dresses and would often wear a suit to events in lieu of a frilly skirt— max a skirt suit, which was the only compromise her mother could ever get out of her. But when she reassured him that she chose to wear the dresses herself, he was placated enough that he didn’t place any suspicion or blame on Eijirou.

She had made a routine.

One that worked for her.

She would put on a simple dress in the morning and give Eijirou a kiss goodbye when he left for work. Send her big strong hero off with a smile and he would appreciate the sight of her in a dress as he went off to keep the city safe.

Then, after he had gotten far enough away she would practically race to their bedroom and wrestle out of the cursed contraption. Then, she’d slip into a nice pair of black comfy cargo pants or baggy sweatpants or basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt, probably with some random movie poster or graphic design, one that she couldn’t bring herself to care much about, on the front.

She’d then do anything she needed to do for the day and revel in her comfy clothes that made her feel safe and sane.

But, 10 minutes before Eijirou returned home, she reluctantly parted with her sweet, dear pants and t-shirt and slid on the blasted dress again for him.

This became her normal. It was the routine she’d formed and she’d appreciate the time she’d get with her precious clothes each day. And she sucked it up for her boyfriend to keep him happy. She’d sacrifice her comfort to keep the man she loves.

Y/n could see how much he adored seeing her in dresses and skirts so she wore them so that he’d still love her. So that he wouldn’t leave her. So that he’d stay happy. The only time aside from when he was at work that she’d get any reprieve was when she would wear one of Eijirou’s shirts— only his shirt, maybe only her panties to accompany it— and he’d get riled up at the sight.

That routine was disrupted one day, though.

Eijirou had a short day at work and came home early. Much earlier than Y/n was expecting him. He had wanted to surprise her.

She was still in her comfy clothes, her pants and shirt and baggy hoodie as she lounged in the family room watching her shows after she’d finished all that needed to be done around the house and had a nice lunch with her sister who lived outside the country with her husband so they only had so many visits.

She was shocked by the sound of keys jingling in the lock and panicked as she looked down at her clothes. She vaulted herself off the couch just as he was opening the door. The distance between the couch, which was in direct line of sight of the front door, and the hall that lead to their bedroom was too far for her to escape unseen. It didn’t help that her foot caught on the back and so she had a rough landing before she could start sprinting.

“Y/n?” She froze, knowing she had been seen and she couldn’t just escape to their room as a vaguely recognizable blur. Her eyes began to water as she turned her body to Eijirou, though she kept her eyes down cast.

“I’m sorry, Eijirou..! I know you like me in dresses, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I-.. I’ll wear dresses. I will, I promise.” She rambled, trying to keep her tears at bay as she continued to ramble out apologies and promises that she’ll wear dresses for him.

Eijirou stood frozen and bewildered in the doorway, heart aching at his precious little girlfriend in tears at being seen by him not wearing a dress. His heart clenched at her making promises to only wear dresses and almost begging him to forgive her and the unspoken, underlying fear that he might leave her for it.

“Y/n, baby, pebble. I’m not upset, I promise.” He spoke gently as he closed the door and approached her, almost feeling like he was approaching a wounded animal. “Pebble, why would you think I’d be mad at you for not wearing a dress?”

“I-I know how happy it makes you when I wear them… And I… I want you to be happy…” She’d now shifted her gaze fully down at her feet as she shuffled them nervously, nearly glaring at the pants she wore.

“Baby, if you don’t want to wear a dress, you don’t have to. If you didn’t want to, you could’ve told me. I’m not gonna force you to wear it… Have you been…. wearing your comfy clothes just when you’re home alone?” She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her tears from spilling as she ashamedly nodded her head.

“I’m sorry…” She whimpered again, the broken sound of her voice broke Eijirou’s heart as he moved forward and wrapped Y/n in a hug.

“Oh, baby shark… You don’t have to be sorry. And you don’t have to wear a dress if you don’t want to. I love you just the way you are. If it makes you uncomfortable, then don’t wear those dresses, okay? I’m not gonna stop loving you if you wear pants and a hoodie.” He spoke softly to her as he cradled her to his chest.

“But-“

“Mm-mm, baby shark. No buts. I want you to be comfy. Why do you think you have to change for me?”

“Cuz.. I can’t.. make you happy if I’m wearing big ugly boy clothes… I don’t want you to leave.. So.. I’ll be more of a girl if you want me to.” He could hear it in her voice that she’s reciting the nasty things her mother had told her. All the jabs and insults and passive aggressive comments and “gifts” had really been drilled into her. It didn’t matter now how much Eijirou had reassured her before how much he loved her and didn’t mind in the slightest what kind of clothes she wore. Her mother had gotten so deep into her head that the moment he expressed any interest in her wearing skirts and dresses and the other shit her mother had gotten her, she became convinced that that’s where her value lie. That he wouldn’t want her anymore if she wasn’t a girly girl.

“Oh, pebble, no… You can make me happy no matter what you wear. And your clothes aren’t ugly, honey. They’re what make you happy. That’s not ugly. Honey, you could wear a potato sack and you’d still make me happy because it’s you who makes me happy not your clothes. I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? I’m not leaving anytime soon. I promise, baby. Hey, look at me,” he lifted her head gently so he could look into her glossy, wet eyes, “you don’t have to be anybody or anything but yourself, okay? It doesn’t matter if you wear a ball gown or a tux or a potato sack. As long as you’re you.” He smiled down at her gently and made her chuckle wetly at his insistence at the potato sack.

“Are you sure..?”

“A hundred- no, A million percent sure.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead and smoothed her hair down where it had gotten messy from her tumble.

“Ok.. I love you, Eiji.” She sniffled and leaned into him, relishing in his warmth surrounding her like a protective blanket.

“I love you too, pebble.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Do you actually wanna see me in a potato sack, though?”

They laughed for a solid 5 minutes before they calmed down and Eijirou could wipe the tears off her face.

“What do you say we get rid of those dresses now?”

“… Can we burn the ridiculously frilly ones?”

“… I’ll call Bakubro.”

#kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #tomboy!reader #hurt/comfort #angst to fluff #insecurity #kirishima eijirou is a big teddybear #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #spiderlily spells

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maroonswan · 1 year

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Thinking about coming home after a rough day and asking your partner, Kirishima Ejirou, to cuddle with you. He’s a little taken a back with worry but can tell you’re really upset. So, he denies his first instinct to start questioning you on what’s wrong. He just nods in agreement and asks for “just a few” to finish up what he’s doing before joining you in your shared bed or on the couch, cradling you in his arms.

You nuzzle your face into his warm solid chest, listening to his heartbeat. And, despite finding it extremely cute he still asks if you prefer the comfort of an actual pillow. You shake your head.

“Just want to lay with you,” you mumble, already half asleep, and it melts his heart. Kirishima has to stop himself from crying as he kissed your forehead and nuzzles into your hair. He’s just...so happy you find his mere presence so comforting.

#kirshima is a pro!cuddler #slight angst #cuddling #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #fluff drabble #kirishima drabble #bnha kirishima #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima eijiro imagine #gn!reader #comfort character

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itadore-you · 4 months

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First love!Kirishima who confessed to you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and recited a poem (which he, very proud of himself, memorised)

Once he declared that date night was Fridays, at 7pm always, it remained as Friday at 7pm. Always.

He would always bring you back by 9:30pm on the dot. Even after you introduced him to your parents, and they told him they trusted him enough to bring you back by ten - no, you'd dutifully be returned to your doorstep by nine thirty.

He would always bring a gift for your parents too, and would never fail to compliment your parents on a new haircut, their lovely home and hospitality.

He got along with all your friends but wasn't too close that it made you feel awkward. Never did anything to warrant a discussion (the bad kind) in a secret groupchat.

The perfect guy.

First love!Kirishima who everyone asks you about ten years later, even though you both have moved on from your break up five years ago.

Your parents still reassure you that nice guys like him exist somewhere.

They still ask you about how he's doing, even though you deleted his number long ago.

Always feeling like something is missing on your Friday evenings, and still feeling too heartbroken to delete the 'date night' notification that comes up on your phone.

#kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima angst #kirishima #eijiro x reader #mha

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angelshimaa-archive · 2 years

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♡̶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 — 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔.

⁰⁰¹ feat :: kirishima eijirou x gn!reader (fem if you squint)

⁰⁰² genre :: angst

⁰⁰³ warnings :: character death mention (not reader's), talk of marriage (he also says something about reader taking his last name) and children (not necessarily biological, but are referred to as 'little kirishimas'), gender / pronouns aren’t specified but could be seen as fem!reader if you squiiint

⁰⁰⁴pet names used :: pretty, baby, angel

⁰⁰⁵a/n :: heh I thought of angst and this just came out of me :) thanks to @softiefeli for reading and for the title, and bae I am not sorry for the tears you spilled <33 this is also reposted bc tumblr was being mean so :(

❝ i want to marry you someday. ❞

the idea has your lips curving into a small smile, your thumb grazing over the hand— his hand— that you hold lightly.

“is that so, eiji?” you look at him through tired eyes, eyes that dull a little less at the thought of such a bright future. “what makes you think i’d say yes?

the cuts and injuries on his face don’t allow his signature grin to spread as wide as the both of you would like, but the glint in the red of his irises shines the same way it does when his smile’s in full.

“because i’d make it really hard for you to refuse— ohhh, you thought i wasn’t going to pull out all the stops for you, huh?” he chuckles lightly, his body sending a slight sting of pain as punishment when it becomes too hearty. he prays you don’t see the tiny wince he gives, so he can continue to sell you his vision.

“i don’t half ass things that mean the absolute world to me, pretty. trust me, i’d do all i could to make sure you stay in my life. i’d sell you my soul if that’s what you wanted. sign it over in my own blood too.”

“okay, that’s a tad bit dramatic ei,” you laugh a little, looking down at his fingers for a short while before looking him in the eyes again.

“would it mean you say yes?” he counters, playful as ever.

“i’d say yes if you proposed to me in crocs.”

you sigh as his hand tries to grip tighter onto yours and you give him a silent warning in your gaze, urging him not to take any painful movements.

“well then, guess we have part of the outfit figured out—“

“don’t you dare, kirishima.”

his laugh sounds so good, so clear and so like him you feel the tears prick at your eyes as your own smile grows. however, you give him a ‘careful’ when he can’t hide his wince this time, holding his hand a little tighter.

god, that laugh.

“damn, brought out the last name too— guess we’re serious, huh?” he pauses, his line of sight shifting from you to the pasty white ceiling with the bright lighting.

“actually, use it as many times as you want baby, gotta familiarise yourself with the name you’ll be taking once we say ‘i do’.”

you snort, collective smiling at his cheekiness lasting longer than you thought it would’ve.

“it’s also the same name our kids would have— man i’d love to have a lot of little kirishimas too, just a whole team of little sidekicks running around our home.”

eijirou takes to painting a picture for you, bright colours hiding the white of the hospital room and contrasting the gray reality of your future— of his future as he lays in bed with you by his side.

you’re together in the artwork too. hands locked tightly together, you step into the shower of colour— the shower of life and what it could’ve been had reality not been cruel to the two of you.

yet, you dance with him in it. you dance in the forever he creates, you dance in the forever golden lighting— you dance with him.

you twirl and you twirl, spinning around with children you know the names of but will never be and blurs of faces you’ll never get to meet, laughter and promises that will never actually come to be the only soundtrack you’re granted.

still, you dance. the dying artist hasn’t looked so alive in so long, eyes locked with his muse and staying youthful as you age gracefully in the performance.

your twirling slows, footing becoming more stable as your foreheads touch, soaking in what kirishima wishes he could give you— what he wishes he had enough time for before the music draws to a close.

the laughter fades and so do the colours, washing out as you find yourself back in the hospital room, tears welling up in your eyes as he ends his elaborate vision.

“god, i wish i could marry you someday.”

eijirou’s tears can’t be stopped but he smiles as best as he can through them, grasping tighter onto your hand because that’s the only thing he feels he can hold onto.

“i know, eijirou, i know,” you try to breathe through your tears, biting down on your lower lip to refuse the sob threatening to rake through your body with enough power to shatter it.

“‘m sorry, angel. ‘m so so so sorry.”

it’s painful— reality sinking it’s claws into your relationship and splitting you apart so viciously— but you can’t do much but grasp tightly onto his hand, refusing to let go.

and until it goes limp, that’s what you promise him you’ll do.

. ˳⁺⁎˚ 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 !! ˚⁎⁺˳ .

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gardenofnoah · 10 months

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hi bea 💕 saw your note from a few days about gently pushing a writing prompt in your inbox 💌 if you're still taking them, here's a thought i've let run wild in my brain. hope it helps with your writing rut! bakugou and kirishima coming home to a non-pro hero!reader after a grueling 2 month stint overseas. it's the first long mission they've gone on since starting this fairly new relationship. it's a little awkward, but everyone underneath is brimming with longing. no one's not sure how to break the ice and settle back into a rhythm. maybe some insecurities come out as dinner is awkwardly made. how do the three of us get back to a safe and vulnerable place? a lil sweet? a lil angsty? all up in our feels? 👀 is it a soft kiss that breaks the tension? a lingering touch? a massive dam that breaks with clothes haphazardly ripped off down the hall?

i am kissing your brain directly for this one omfg

it doesn't feel like you thought it would.

to have your beloved heroes back home should have filled you with the familiar contentment that only they bring you. the knowledge that katsuki and eijiro are here and safe, back to you like you made them promise, should be a welcome thing.

but the hours that scratched at your loneliness until it bled are between you now. a great divide—one that widens with every touch the two exchange in front of you. you stand on the other side of it alone—an unfortunate voyeur to the very thing you've yearned for but could not have. how odd it is that the very people you have loved bring up a completely different sentiment now.

how strange it is that some part of you wishes they were still gone.

the apartment that felt too big now suffocates you. the mahogany under your fingers seems a far better sight than the alternative. they chat idly about situations you aren't privy to, missions you haven't gone on—you keep your eyes trained on the wood grain to ignore what's looking you straight in the face: you are othered—you are outside of this. you trace a chip in the tabletop and think with some detachment that you could get up unnoticed.

"you tired, babe?" eijiro's head turns to you as you stand. it feels foreign to have his eyes on you. you gather your bowl and utensils in your hands and fight the urge to tell him to look away.

"yeah, no, i just—i'm not hungry."

"oh! do you want to pick a movie to watch?"

you shake your head, looking anywhere but him. your feet take you past him, headed straight for the kitchen or anywhere else but here. "no, that's okay. don't worry about it."

"oi," katsuki's rasp commands a pause in your steps despite intending the opposite, "what's that s'pposed to mean?"

you don't move an inch—it's enough effort to contort your face into something resembling a smile. something to appease. you can't look at either of them—you keep your eyes on the floor and will it to open up and swallow you whole.

you jump when you feel katsuki's warmth in front of you—far too close. he takes the dishes from you, setting them on the table.

"don't worry about what?" he murmurs, reaching up to tip your chin up. forcing you to meet his gaze.

it doesn't take much else to make you crumble.

you whimper as your eyes burn, blinking furiously to fight the way his face blurs in your vision. he keeps you there and it's torture—fighting the wave that won't stop coming when no one has taught you how to swim. full of fear that it might be the thing that washes away everything.

"baby—" eijiro gets to his feet, startled at your outburst.

"sit down, red," katsuki mutters, holding a hand to the side to stop him. it's absentminded at best yet still effective—and the only thing you can notice is the unspoken between them. there is a trust there that existed long before you and has only been strengthened in the months without you. eijiro settles back in his seat. the canyon deepens—you get farther away.

you know that fighting katsuki's grip on you is futile and you try anyway. he lets you get as far as arm's length away before his fingers close around your wrist and drag you back to him. distantly, you can appreciate the metaphor.

the palm that cradles the back of your head and traps you against his chest is a cruel one. heart to heart, something inside yours breaks.

"it hurts," you gasp. god, does it hurt—the wound sears as hands that feel familiar and wrong hold you tighter.

"take a breath,” he says it so gently that you’re not convinced he’s not someone else in this moment, “tell me what’s goin’ on.”

you do as he says—shuddering and staggered, all torn up in his arms. you feel put on display here in front of both of them—an actor who’s been the butt of the joke the whole time, unbeknownst to them until the final act.

"you left and i—" you squeeze your eyes shut, bearing down on the sob that would love nothing more than to punch its way out of you, "y-you had each other and i was alone."

neither one speaks—the silence stretches and waits patiently for you to fill it.

"you left and i was the one to miss you. i—i feel like i missed everything—i don't feel like i have a place in this anymore—"

the grief knocks the wind out of you when you get to the root of it. it was silly of you to believe you could ever have a place in this, really. two heroes at the peak of their careers, and you—a chain around both of their ankles. how could you have ever held on to those that are held just as tightly by a whole nation? would it have ever mattered, with the hold they already have on each other? there could never be enough room.

"do you think we didn't miss you?"

the blatant hurt in eijiro's voice brings you back to the present moment. katsuki moves back just far enough for you to see it etched on to the red head's face in a way you haven't ever. something about it makes you want to step back into katsuki's warmth, as if it could shield you from it. you can't answer him—and the silence is more shameful truth than you're willing to part with.

"baby," eijiro breathes, strained and thick, "i—we—thought about you every single second we were gone. every single second, i thought about how you'd be spending your day, and i was so excited to get to call you to hear about it. at night we would talk about how you were probably burrowed in blankets and our clothes on the couch, and about how badly we wanted to be there with you."

"you are a part of me," he goes on, goring you any way but softly, "you are a part of us. this doesn't work without you. i know you're hurting and i'm so sorry we had to leave—but sweetheart, you are what we come back to."

your knuckles are white as katuski brushes his thumb over them. he brings them to his lips—brushing over each one softly. you shake in his grasp and he doesn't falter.

"i'm tired," you whisper to no one in particular. it's a half truth—the why hangs in the air between you—but the fatigue is bone deep. it hurts.

"alright," katsuki's voice is raw in a way that feels like a knife in your side—stoicism given away to something far too vulnerable for him, "shower first. then we're goin' to bed."

the ritual you had in place before distorts under the weight of the night. the act takes on new meaning as you let him peel the clothes off of you and corral you into the shower. you're only under the spray a short second before he's gathering you in his arms again--warm and damp in the steam as he dips down to press his face into your neck.

"don't you run off on me," katsuki’s lips brush your throat and it only feels melancholic. he whispers his fear against your skin and all at once you realize that it mirrors your own. you feel eijiro's chest at your back, and when he reaches over your head to wrap a palm around the back of katsuki's neck, the pain fizzles out into something like remorse. how blind you'd been to the knowledge that they held the whole time—that you were the thing they'd wrapped themselves around and sworn to protect.

there's nothing left to say, and yet you speak your apology anyway, hoarse over the patter of water against tile. much louder is what you don't say: i love you. i need you and i'm afraid.

katsuki dries you off slowly, like he's trying to commit you to memory, and it makes you ache. you let him preen you in some animal attempt at strengthening the tear in the bond.

but it's only a tear. blood dries and wounds repair themselves just as the connection between you will. when you settle into bed, it gives under the familiar weight of the two halves of your heart. it's almost comical, the way they both wrap themselves around you—nearly swallowing you whole.

it might be to keep you there—but your heart settles under their tangle of limbs and love and for the first time in the months they'd been gone, you sleep through the night.

#bunny this was probably not what you were asking for #and i truly have no explanation for this but uh. i hope you like it heh #like i told you i really wanted to do it justice and i hope i did that. this was an amazing prompt #mha drabble #bnha drabble #bnha hurt comfort #bnha angst #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x bakugou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bea writes ♡#bkg it's the little things #kiri it's the little things

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grapementos · 10 months

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i don’t wanna break you

aged up kirishima x reader

cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals

night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.

the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.

then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.

sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.

you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.

it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.

once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.

you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.

your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."

you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.

"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."

"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.

all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.

"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.

"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"

"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."

he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."

"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.

he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.

it was no big deal, you hoped.

the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.

you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.

"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.

"m'not even that tired."

"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.

he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.

"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."

"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."

he hummed, "is that even healthy?"

"don't care."

"me neither."

the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.

within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.

you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.

suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.

your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.

yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.

the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.

your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.

just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"

lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"

your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.

you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.

it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.

you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.

"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"

his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.

he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.

the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.

the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.

kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.

it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.

his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.

that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.

he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.

as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.

waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."

you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.

"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."

you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.

"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.

"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."

your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."

"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."

warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.

"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.

"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.

"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."

"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."

"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"

"you've been having nightmares?"

he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.

"we can't be together."

a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.

"what?"

"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."

"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."

he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."

your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.

"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."

he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.

"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."

he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"

"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"

he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."

"then stay. if you love me, stay."

"okay."

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