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⊹ Past never dies | Touya Todoroki/Dabi ⊹

Request: Ayee! Can i request a scenario for Dabi with a female s/o who is a hero. They were childhood friends, till they were like 16, until dabi left and became a villain. Dabi never clicked in, except for y/n who was his only and best friend. They used to have feelings for each other and Dabi still does since he always had watched over her? by anon.

⤷ -Genre: angst -Characters: touya todoroki/dabi -Tags: light angst, reunion, childhood friends, grief -Word count: 5.9k words -Warnings: violence, blood, vomit, death, abuse [mention] -Author: noelle part of the rewriting series

You were 5 years old when your parents decided to move away from the small town village you had known all your life. With your father's business having grown a whole lot larger over the years, it was only a matter of time before he took it to the bigger cities. A man who had taken his glass shaping abilities to the industrial world rather than the hero one.

From a very young age you had known what path you wished to take. Unlike your father, you had been granted the ability to harden and shape your very own skin with it. As fragile as glass could be, you were determined to proof the world the opposite. To proof the world that your quirk had as much potential as any other.

You were 5 years old when you hid behind the legs of your mother as your parents had taken you to meet your new neighbors. At the time you thought the house you and your parents moved into was big —especially compared to your old one that was. A thought immediately thrown out the window when you first laid eyes on the Todoroki residence. The fact that the head of the household, the number two hero as if he wasn't intimidating enough yet, watched you like a hawk the minute you stepped foot into their house didn't make it all too better.

At the time they only had three children— Touya the eldest who was the same age as you, Fuyumi who was 4 and Natsuo who was still but a baby at the time. Shouto hadn't even been born yet, Touya still being Endeavour's greatest creation at that moment.

Your mother wanted to you to befriend more children so you'd feel more at home in your new town and what better way but to meet the children next door? Something which didn't take too long as you almost instantly bonded with their eldest son over your shared ambitions. Touya more than eagerly showed off his quirk to you, your eyes immediately widening in amazement upon feeling the warmth of his flames brushing against your cheeks.

He had laughed at you when you had shown him yours, immediately pointing out the fragility of glass. Upon hearing his words you, like any child at that age, did what anyone would do after getting called weak— which was immediately jump him to proof him wrong. Touya, like any child at that age, acted accordingly— gladly returning your sparring to proof himself right.

And just like that, each of you having received a good amount of minor burns and cuts topped off by a good scolding of both your mothers, you had found yourself a new friend. In truth you got along with all the Todoroki siblings at the end of the day, but Touya was the one who you clicked almost instantly with.

At the time you didn't know about what went on behind closed doors. About the both emotional and physical abuse, neglect and the pressure put on those he viewed as an extension of himself rather than their own person. Of course, Endeavour never played the part of a warm loving father and you were aware of the fact Touya had very limited time in which the two of you were allowed to play together, but you hadn't known of the seriousness of it all.

It wasn't around the time the youngest Todoroki sibling was born that you glimpsed into the family's real problems. Around the time that it came to light that Touya's body was made to withstand the dangerously low temperatures of ice like his mother but simply unable to handle the heat of his own quirk.

When Endeavour cast Touya aside to focus on his new successor— the one who would surpass All might. With Shouto possessing both his mother's and father's quirk, Endeavour became obsessed with training the boy into what he viewed to be the perfect hero. Unlike Touya, Shouto's body was able to withstand both ice and fire making him Endeavour's perfect creation.

It was around that time that Touya started his late night journeys to sneaking off to your house. With Endeavour not even granting him as much as a glance anymore, his siblings not seeming to understand and his mother at the edge of madness, Touya had no one. You had been the only one who would listen to him, the only one that seemed to understand the reason for feeling he way he did. After all, becoming a hero was the thing the two of you had bonded over since the very beginning.

It was a silly promise the two of you had made at the time, swearing to one another that you'd become heroes together. Hero agencies right next to each other so you could visit all the time, maybe even a shared one if given the chance. The plans you came up with were never ending— the very last source of hope for Touya who believed the entire world had given up on him. The one who believed he could find a way eventually.

He could always count on you to be there with your comforting words, listening ear and pretty smile to welcome him with open arms. Touya was your very first true friend. The type you genuinely believe you'll grow old with— two 40 year old somethings sitting on your couch with a drink having a laugh while reminiscing on old times. Someone you knew was always gonna be there.

Touya had also been your first heartbreak.

That unexpected Thursday morning in which frantic pounding on your front door woke you and your parents up— an inconsolable Fuyumi and Natsuo barely being able to form words through their sobs and hiccups standing in front of your doorstep to bring you news you hadn't expected to hear for another 60 years in the least.

After all, Touya would grow old with you right? You had so many things planned after all with attending UA together, the hero agencies right next to each other and both being in the top 10 together right? Touya knew that as much as you did, so how could he just go ahead and leave you?

You were only one year away from attending UA, the very first step towards your dream. One that wouldn't feel complete without him there. For Touya to just go ahead and die right before that..

The image of the closed casket would forever be burned into your retina. His quirk apparently having gone out of control, burning his own body to ashes. There wasn't even anything left to bury, so why had they even bothered getting a casket in the first place? You couldn't help but wonder how scared Touya must've been in his very last moments. How alone.

At times you blamed Endeavour for what happened, believing that the pressure the man put on his family and the abuse he had caused having been the reason Touya was so determined to proof himself even to the point of his own demise.

There were times in which you blamed yourself. Had your naivety been the cause of it all? Had those times in which you spoke of the future together and told him you believed in him, given him false hope? Even though his body couldn't handle his quirk, had you made him believe that maybe if he went all out it could?

The weight of your grief was always present in your heart, every achievement that you had made leaving a bitter taste in your mouth at the thought he would never get that same chance as you. Nor was he there to celebrate it with you. Surely through the years you had come to a point of acceptance, after all death is part of all our lives. It is inevitable and as much as you could never fully let him go, you had found ways to go on with your life.

At the end of the day, you had graduated. Years of hard work having been paid off in fond memories and a hero license in your pocket. At the end of the day it all worked out. Now at 24 years old, you had your fair share of experiences in the hero world already.

You weren't one of the big name heroes, but you still had a handful of fans. Here and there your name had been mentioned on the local news and you had even teamed up with some of the bigger one such as Hawks and, unfortunately, Endeavour. Now having climbed your way into the top 30, you finally allowed yourself to feel some sort of pride for your hard work.

Something which was fast to fade away as you had managed to get yourself cornered by some unnamed criminals you caught causing a ruckus late at night after some drinking.

Your body was failing you in every possible way. For your quirk to still be somewhat cooperative was a miracle on its own, but with your knees already having succumbed to whatever it had been the tailed man had injected you with, it could only be a matter of time before the rest of your body would follow.

Maybe this was your doomed fate— to die right at the very start of it all, just a few feet away from the starting blocks. Barely having made a name for yourself, the headlines probably wouldn't even give you the recognition you deserved and simply describe you as 'B-tier hero' as the announced your death. The least you could hope for was they'd at least mention you went all out until the very end.

At this point, you weren't even sure what you were fighting for anymore. Was it still the dream of a naive teenager who believed that the life of a hero was exactly as it appeared in the movies? Praised by millions, helping those in need, and never having to worry about expenses?

But all that was washed down the drain when you realized that life was only reserved for those with flashy quirks and big personalities. People like Endeavor, whose heart was as rotten as a corpse left to wither and decay in the open sun. Men like Hawks, who hadn't even gotten a choice but to accept the cruel fate set in stone for them by the Hero Public Safety Commission—a company that did as it pleased.

All Might had been one of the few genuine ones left, but with his fall came the collapse of hero society itself.

You blindly followed the path you had chosen—after all, what other choice was left? At the very least, you hoped to be one of the few good ones remaining, to show what the true meaning of a hero was. That very thought was what kept you going, what helped you get out of bed in the morning.

With that in mind, you groaned through gritted teeth and raised your arms in front of you. Your skin tingled before a thick layer of glass replaced its upper layer. The sharp material extended to the tips of your fingers, hardening and fusing into sharp spears.

Even with all odds against you, you were determined to prove yourself. Pushing yourself up using the spears you'd just created, you struggled to harden your knees to stabilize yourself. Though you were in no shape to take even a few steps forward, perhaps this way, you at least stood somewhat of a chance. The men could only laugh at your pathetic display of courage. Three of them— all still standing and suffering only minor injuries— against you, someone who could barely stand on her own. It was only a matter of time before the rest of your body succumbed to the venom slowly spreading through your veins before giving out.

Seeing you stand again made the bald-headed man raise his tail once more. He could only smirk when he saw you slightly wince at the sight of the stinger, it still dripping a mixture of your blood and poison from the last time it struck you. You couldn't help the hairs in your neck from rising.

"Haven't had enough yet, girly? Can't blame you—"

The stinger whipped back before lashing out your way, its tip shining with beads of poison. It was the last thing you saw before shutting your eyes, arms thrown up to shield your face. Fragile as glass maybe, your very existence was proof it could be much more than that.

Before you knew it, a wave of screams erupted from the men, followed by an almost incinerating heat slamming into your face. For a moment, it was almost comforting— right until the moment you felt the tips of the spears heat up, to the point the melting heat spread through your entire arm and burned the skin beneath

Had it been Endeavour that came to your aid?

As quickly as your skin had turned to glass before, as quick it was to turn back. With your arm shielding your face from the heat, you finally managed to peek through your eyelashes. Almost instantly you were blinded by the brightness of the flames before you, the blue sea of fire becoming almost unbearable to stand next to. It was a challenge to be able to make out whoever was the source of the heat— the searing wind almost drying your eyes out. You could only hope the heat hadn't burned your eyelashes and eyebrows off.

It was then that you saw the source of it all—a tall dark haired man standing only a few feet away from you. He had his arm stretched out in front of him, hand open and palm directly pointed towards where the men had been standing whilst his other one was snuggly tucked into his pocket. The power held in just the palm of his hand was enough to fill the entire alleyway with a sea of flames.

He didn't even seem slightly fazed by the fact the three men from before had completely burned to crisp— there ashes falling to the ground as their entire existence had just been wiped off the surface. Even their bones had been completely incinerated.

You couldn't dare move. Whether it had been fear which caused you to freeze up or the fact forming a single coherent thought seemed impossible after what just happened, you weren't sure. You could only watch the man's back— eyes shot wide like a deer caught in headlights.

For a moment, you had completely forgotten about your knees— until they could no longer bear your own weight. Almost instantly you fell back into the wall, a soft groan rumbling in your throat at the impact before your hand instinctively reached out to the swelling sting mark on your hip.

The place where the man had stung you started throbbing, the burning sensation in your muscles now spreading throughout your legs. Besides the feeling of your muscles on fire and throbbing, the wound itself had swollen to twice its size from before. You could only hope the infirmary had some sort of antidote lying around for a situation such as this.

Finally the man in front of you lowered his arms, the wave of fire immediately dying down leaving only a few small fires in its wake. Brick walls were covered in black soot, nearby trash containers melted to the ground and you couldn't even begin to describe the smell of burned trash and bodies. The three men from before had been reduced to nothing but a few piles of ash, blowing away in the wind.

"You should've ran."

His husk voice rang— back still turned to you. With the heat gone you could now take a much better look at him than before. He didn't seem like a hero, at least not one that you knew of. His coat was torn in several places, a bad stitching job holding the sleeves together and most of its edges having fire damage. Despite the poor state of his clothes, it was a miracle they managed to only have such minor burns to them.

It wasn't until the man glanced over his shoulder to look at you that you caught a slight peek at his face. Purple scars, presumably caused by his fire, littered his face all the way up to his ears and neck—a collection of messily placed staples holding it all together. You wondered if he still had sensation in those areas; the patches looked so rough and dark you could only assume the skin had died a long time ago.

When the man finally turned on his heel was when you finally got to take a good look at him. The scarred skin seemed to spread across his entire body. There seemed to be more scarred places rather than normal healthy skin. Could his body even withstand his own quirk or had it been someone else's that had caused such severe burns?

As shocking as his scars had been, it was his piercing blue eyes that locked with your own that almost instantly caught your attention. The very same bright blue in which his flames burned. Almost mesmerizing if it weren't for the fact fear currently settled deep within your stomach.

For any hero, or even civilian, would've been able to figure out who the man was after taking a quick look at him. A face that had been on the news and headlines so many times even children heard of him—and feared him.

It should've been obvious from the very start with how high of a temperature and what color his flames burned. No hero would go so far as to wiping someone's entire existence off the earth within seconds. Despite this, there had been something in you that tried convincing you that perhaps the knight in shining armor that came to your aid was just another hero—maybe even a vigilante.

Not a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Was he here to mock you? Toy with you until the very end? It was embarrassing enough you couldn't help yourself against the other three but looking back you should've been thankful for such a quick end.

After all, the villain known as Dabi, someone affiliated with the League of Villains, was known for his cruel methods. If it wasn't death by hours of torture, body littered in severe burn marks and clothes melted onto your own flesh— it was death after having been consumed in his sea of flames. In which case you could only hope he left your bones so that people still had something they could bury or identify you by.

Maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't been in the condition you currently found yourself in you could've stood somewhat of a chance. Not even a chance at victory, that was completely out of the question, but just a mere chance to flee at the slightest opening given. Flee from the fire, flee from him. Even then you were in no shape or form a good match against him— glass had a melting point after all.

Heavy was the sound of boots echoing through the alley as he got closer to you. Not once had he broken eye contact with you ever since your eyes had locked for the first time. Dabi was a man that was hard to read, a villain known for the fact he genuinely did not seem to care about his actions. You couldn't tell if what just happened affected him in any way or whether it was just another day on the clock for him.

You weren't sure whether or not the unsettling heaviness in your stomach and the sweat beading on your forehead were caused by fear or side effects of the poison coursing through your system. Maybe if you were in luck the poison would take you out faster than he would. What seemed like a slow and painful death before, now looked like a merciful one.

"You are no Mirko or Mt lady. Know your limit."

His tone was a condescending one— voice awfully low as he got closer to you.

"W-what the fuck do you want from me..?!"

The words came out lacking every little bit of confidence you would've liked it to have, voice trembling in a way that betrayed the tough facade you had tried to maintain. It was painfully obvious that the act you tried putting on did in no way match the fear that had run your blood cold. You felt like a lamb cornered by a wolf, one who got their pleasure out of seeing the fear of its victims before ripping them to shreds,

Hearing you snap back at him caused him to pause for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. With the obvious power difference he probably hadn't expected you to still try and bite back at him. For just a moment there was a tiny flicker of hope in you that held onto the thought that maybe, just maybe, you had intimidated him for a moment. A tiny flicker that was immediately dimmed beneath the shit-eating grin that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Is a man not allowed to perform a good deed once in awhile, miss he-ro?" The last word spoken a little dragged out, the R rolling over his tongue, tainted with mockery. To him you must've been no better than a kid dressed up as a hero for Halloween. A mere joke.

Dabi didn't even seem to consider you a threat as he continued to drag his feet forward, hand stuffed deep into the pockets of his slightly damaged coat. With the way his eyes bore into your own you didn't dare look away, scared he'd be at your throat the minute you would. You weren't even sure whether to be relieved he had yet to make his move or to be even more frightened of that.

A sharp scoff escaped your throat shortly after he finished his sentence. For him to even consider himself a man rather than the monster he had proven himself to be, was as much as a joke to you as your entire existence was to him.

"Working on your good karma now?"

There was a nauseating feeling slowly spreading through your chest, your insides churning as the internal battle against the poison was starting to get the best of you. Cold sweat began to drip down your face, every fiber of your being screaming for relief as if your organs cried out for help.

You weren't sure whether to focus on him or the rising panic of trying to swallow down the inevitable, desperately trying to stall the moment in which the content of your stomach made its way into your mouth. It was only a matter of time before you'd succumb to the effect of the scorpion man's quirk.

A loud cackle echoed through the alley, the disturbing laughter bouncing off of the charred cement walls. The sound of his voice invaded your eardrums, adding only more discomfort to the already throbbing pain inside your skull.

His hand ran through his hair as he smiled down at you, a visible joy radiating off his face. The further his lips curled upward, the more the staples seemed to strain against the pull of his lips. You wondered what it felt like— whether or not they hurt. Could he feel them pulling at his skin constantly? Did the sharp edges hurt the inside of his mouth? Maybe they felt like piercings to him, no different from the ones in his ears and nose.

"You haven't lost your sense of humor— how wonderful."

Dabi stopped in front of you, his piercing blue eyes peering down at you as he towered over you. Only then did you realize just how tall he actually was. As if his appearance on its own wasn't already intimidating enough, dead charred skin only being held together by low quality staples of which some were still covered in dried blood.

It was hard to put your full focus on his words as you tried your very best to keep your breath steady. With every second that past the strength to keep your own head up felt like a much bigger challenge than before.

"Such a marvelous hero you've become—"

The man kneeled down in front of you, a grin still very present on his face as his eyes scanned over your face. With a slight tilt of his head, Dabi pressed his lips together into a thin line. The way he was studying you felt almost violating with how close his face was to your own.

A heavy, stale smell of smoke invaded your nostrils as he got closer. His clothes reeked as if they had marinated all night by campfire, a scent that made you feel strangely nostalgic to your youth. It was the very same smell which Endeavour carried around with him after a long day of work. Though Endeavour's was more subtle, it always lingered in his office.

"—and still as pretty as ever." his husky voice murmured, a small grin spreading onto his face.

Before you could even fully process his words, his fingers were on your face— gently moving the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead away from your face. His touch was strangely gentle, the skin of his fingers being nowhere as rough as the rest of his exterior. Soft even.

Death was kinder than any man ever would be. To be humiliated at the hands of the cruel, scarred pyromaniac in your final moments was not how you wished to spend your last moments. At this point, even if he planned of mutilating your body beyond recognition, the poison currently having spread through your entire body would take you out long before that.

With that final boost of motivation, you managed to use the last bit of strength your body could offer to activate your quirk at your fingertips. A tingling sensation spready through your skin as it transformed, a glassy layer forming at your finger tips. Tiny claws extended, and in one quick motion, you managed to slash the palm of his hand.

With the current pathetic state you were in you only managed to cut him once before he leaped back, causing you to fall forward. In your life had you never felt so incredibly betrayed by your own body— usually being able to fully transform yourself and now barely having managed to turn your fingers.

Your arms were the only thing currently supporting you, but with the way your muscles were currently twitching you barely even managed to do that. It was a fight against your own body at this point— vision starting to blur the longer you stared down at the ground and your heart hammered against your ribcage, each thump echoing the growing despair of your declining health.

Turquoise eyes widened as they stared at the blood seeping from the palm of his hand, forming a small puddle on the ground. If you had cut just a little deeper, you would have split open his staples, forcing him to endure the hassle of putting himself back together again. The thought made him smirk.

Even in the state you currently found yourself in, you still tried fighting him? Though your quirk might've not been one of the flashiest ones and especially not one that could match his own— yet here you were. Willpower that could rival those in the top 10.

He squeezed his hand, more blood seeping between his clenched fingers before dripping down his wrist onto the ground. In a swift motion, his tongue dragged across his skin licking up some of the blood that stained his skin. It was then that you noticed a glistening, small metal ball resting on the tip of his tongue now tainted in crimson blood.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat, a twisted smirk once again tugging at the edges of his mouth. "My, my— that's no way to greet an old friend, (Y/n)-chan" He taunted, voice laced with mockery.

As hard as it was to focus on your surroundings with your current state, those words had not gone past you— eyes immediately narrowing in response.

It had been quite a few years since your debut as a hero, years in which you faced countless of villains. From street-level pick pocketers to more notorious criminals that had made a name for themselves, you had fought many. However, due the fact you had not been one of the top heroes, you never crossed paths with anyone affiliated with the League of villains— that was until now.

For an organization that hadn't been around long, the League had grown at an alarming rate in the last few months. The Hero Public Safety Commission had their hands full with them, especially after All might's fall. Missions regarding the League were reserved for the top heroes— people like Hawks and Mirko.

Especially someone like him—a man covered in scars from head to toe with flames that rivaled those of Endeavour, would surely be someone engraved on your memory. Even if you had encountered him, there was no way you could've gotten away unscathed.

A soft grunt rumbled in your throat as you pushed yourself backwards again, your back resting against the wall. You searched your mind for any possible solution, confusion clouding your mind as you tried to recall where you possibly could've seen him.

Black hair, piercings, scar littering half of his body, flames that burned hotter than anything you'd ever felt before, turquoise eyes—

"C'mon doll, i haven't changed that much have i?"

Your breath hitched in your throat , a gasp caught by disbelief as your eyes widened in realization. For a moment it seemed as if the world around you had gone completely still, the only thing you heard being your heartbeat echoing in your own ears. It felt as if your heart had turned to ice, the chill spreading quickly through the rest of your body— numbing your limbs and wiping your thoughts.

His piercing gaze felt even more unnerving than before, turquoise eye boring into your own staring straight into your soul. The intensity of his soul sent shivers down your spine, unsure whether or not to feel relieved or scared.

"Touy—"

Before you could even utter as much as a word, Dabi was right in front of you with the palm of his hand pressed against your mouth in an attempt to silence you. The rough skin of he bottom of his hand felt like sandpaper against your lips, the sharp edges of the staples grazing your skin as his other hand held the back of your hand.

He leaned down and once again, the heavy, stale stench of smoke that he carried with him invaded your nostrils. The very same suffocating smell of death and ash that hung in the alleyway. As his cheek lightly brushed against your own, his warm breath fanned onto your ear-shell causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Sshh— wouldn't want anyone to hear now, would we? I've got a whole show planned for it and all, would hate to spoil the surprise.."

His voice dripped with amusement as he whispered into your ear. You didn't even have to see his face to know that he was smirking, this was all a game to Dabi after all— your confusion and fear were his entertainment.

"I did miss talking to you, you know? About time we catch up."

The man leaned back slightly and, just as you had suspected, that same shit-eating grin pulled at his lips. The rough texture of his hand was still firmly pressed against your lips, the suffocating pressure only adding more rising nausea in your throat. Even despite all this, you couldn't ignore the feeling of his other hand softly threading through your hair like a twisted display of affection.

For just a moment you had completely forgotten about the state your body found itself in, that was until the nauseating feeling creeping up your throat from before that you had tried to swallow down came crashing back down on you.

As if sensing your discomfort, Dabi quickly pulled his hand back, just in time for you to throw your body to the side. You heaved as you gagged, the bitter taste of vomit rising in your throat and burning in your stomach. Tears burned in your eyes, a combination of both the nausea and helplessness, and the overwhelming wave of emotions running wild in your head.

A pair of hands grasped the back of your head, plucking away the damp strands of hair that clung to your face as you leaned forward while emptying the contents of your stomach on the pavement. Your hands desperately clawed at the ground beneath you, the sound of your retching echoing in the alleyway.

After a few seconds you could finally allow yourself to breathe again, coughing violently as the acidic burn from the vomit scratched at your throat. You couldn't help the tears that streamed down your face as you desperately gasped for air, your arms trembling beneath your weight as you tried to keep yourself from falling down.

"Y-you— i was there..I-i..i buried you, you..ha.. you died." Your voice trembling, each word weighed down by the grief and disbelief coursing through you.

With the last bit of strength your body could grant you, you managed to crawl a little to the side before your arms gave out causing you to fall to the ground. The lightness in your head was slowly consuming you, the faint noise from the nearby fire crackling and distant cars now fading into a muffled blur.

You couldn't even muster the strength to turn yourself over, holding your eyes open being enough of a challenge on its own. It was Dabi who's hand gripped your waist that rolled you onto your back with ease so he could look at you. It was hard to focus through your blurry vision, his face blurred— only his eyes vibrant enough to capture your attention.

A strangely affectionate smile tugged at his scarred lips, unsettling as it was you couldn't help but feel at ease for a moment— but the ominous gleam in his eyes was quick to take that comfort away. It was the cloth he used to wipe your mouth clean that made you— just for a moment — recognize his old self beneath the rotten exterior he had build around it.

His thumb ran softly over your cheek, brushing away the dirt smeared across your skin. You could barely even feel his touch at this point, the exhaustion weighing you down to the point it barely registered. As your eyelids grew heavier, you felt a sudden shift— a pair of hands sliding beneath your back and knees right as you were lifted from the cold ground with ease. Your head lolled to the side, resting against his solid chest where the faint, steady thrum of his heartbeat felt like a soothing lullaby dragging you further to the edge of passing out,

"—the past never dies." was the last thing you heard before you felt yourself slip away into unconsciousness.

A/N- I rewrote this entiiiire thing! The original was so corny and bad i couldn't stand it. Hope you guys enjoyed and please stick around for more rewrites :D Also big thank you to my lovely friend for proofreading <3

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✧ Pregnant s/o | Hanta sero & Kaminari Denki ✧

REQUEST: Hello! Can i request a headcanon for Sero and Kaminari when they find out their S/o's pregnant? And maybe how'd they be through out the pregnancy? Thanks! by Anonymous ⤷ - Genre: fluff, headcanons - Characters: Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari - Tags: pregnancy, established relationship - Word count: 3.1k words - Warnings: infertility [hinted], pregnancy, birth, needle [mention], mature [brief mention] - Author: noelle

part of the rewriting series

Hanta Sero

-You and Sero were the most perfect example of that one high-school couple that had gotten together pretty early on in the first year of being there and lasted throughout the entire three years of being there. The couple that survived the 'doomed high-school sweethearts' stereotype.

-From the very first time he walked through the doors of 1A ready to start his journey of becoming a hero he was immediately smitten. When his eyes immediately snapped towards the person who's laugh blessed his ears to the moment when you made eye contact with him.

-It wasn't long after that, that the two of you became close friends. Especially after you moved into the dorms you were practically attached at the hip, constantly hanging out in Sero's rather cozy room it was only a small matter of time before you got together.

-You constantly talked about the future together. What sort of house you dreamed of and the interior of it. Of the large kitchen island you could share dinner with after coming back from a hard day of work, the dog you'd have and the hero agencies next to each other.

-Of course there was the talk of children. Sero wanted at least four, a comment he immediately got hit in the face by a pillow by before you protested with the fact he didn't need to get his private parts ripped apart four times. So you settled on two.

-Sero was absolutely smitten by you. The thought of coming home to you one day, seeing you in a wedding dress, cooking with you, doing laundry with you,, growing old with you. Life was short and he could not waste a single second of it.

-When your graduation had arrived, Sero got on his knee with a wobbly smile and a ring in his hand. It wasn't long after that before the two of you moved in together and married only two years later.

-Having reached the age and financial situation in which you both agreed was suitable to take the thought of having children a little more seriously was one you hadn't expected to be one that was so incredibly difficult.

-Tracking cycles, changing diets, changing daily routines, many many failed pregnancy tests and doctor's visits. Along with that came many doubts. Sero blamed himself for it all, blamed himself for being the reason it didn't work. It ate away at him.

-It was when he came back from work with his helmet in hand and zipper half way down, dirt smeared on his cheek and he was pretty sure he reeked of sweat at that point when saw you standing before him with a trembling smile with two hands tightly wrapped around a plastic stick.

-Sero couldn't remember the last time he cried so hard. His arms were so tightly wrapped around your shoulders you were sure if he held onto you like that for another 5 minutes you would've suffocated.

-The two of you stood there in that hallways for awhile just crying together while holding each other. He sniffled when he pulled back and slid onto his knees, arms wrapped around your waist before he hugged your stomach.

"T-thank you..i love you so much, god (y/n) you don't even know.."

-Throughout the pregnancy Sero is an absolute doll. The most perfect partner you could wish for in this time.

-He had already read all the pregnancy blogs and books way before you two actually conceived. Sero left for the grocery store that very same evening and came back with bags full of vitamins, fresh vegetables and massage oil.

-Sero is there when the morning sickness hits, rubbing your back and holding your hair. Telling you he's sorry and even though your hunched over a toilet bowl you still look incredibly beautiful to lighten the mood.

-Especially the first trimester he's incredibly nervous since its the most crucial one to your baby's health and he's worried about you. The minute he found out about your pregnancy he immediately demanded you don't go out patrolling anymore.

-Craving a specific kind of snack which is most definitely gonna make a normal person throw up at the thought of the combination alone at 3 am? Your husband is there in the kitchen, happily cooking it up while chatting with you as if he doesn't have to get up at 7 for work.

-Oh? That ice cream that you want so badly isn't in the fridge anymore? No worries, your husband is already holding his car keys ready to scan the evening market for it and bringing it home to you asap while wearing the mustard yellow crocs he's owned since he was 16 and his pajamas.

-Every week he brings home the fruit or vegetable that your baby's size is compared to. Starting small with blueberries and grapes but slowly and surely they turned into an apple, a tomato and a mango. It was a fun way to celebrate every single week.

-He's so fully prepared for when your stomach gets a little bigger and your back starts hurting. Sero has had to undergo a lot of physical therapy and professional massages throughout his life due to his elbows sometimes feeling sore if he overworked them. His hands are genuine magic.

-He'll make it into a whole thing too. First drawing you a warm bath with your favorite bath bomb and some candles, he'll bring you a bowl of your favorite cut up fruits and a cold glass of whatever juice it is you like. He'll sit behind you, washing your head for you and just enjoying his time with you before his hands make their way to your shoulders and back.

-You sleep like an absolutely baby that night.

-Pregnancy can cause a huge hit on your confidence, especially once you reach your third semester and really start showing. None of your clothes from before fit you anymore and you hate the way pregnancy clothes look on you.

-Whenever Sero catches you staring at yourself in the mirror just a little too long than you usually would he's immediately behind you with his arms wrapped around you from behind and his face nuzzled into your neck.

"You're so magnificent. Growing a human being by yourself and looking fantastic while doing so, i can't believe i get to call you mine."

-Sero would always be there. No matter what, you still felt as loved by him as you did when you were in high school together. Possibly even more. He always knew the right things to say and do.

-A fact proven yet again to be true when your water broke when you got up in the middle of the night to go pee.

-Two weeks before your due date causing Sero to immediately stress out only for you to reassure him two weeks isn't that bad, not considered to be premature at least.

-For a man who throughout the entire pregnancy seemed to be quite calm and collected he's now shaking and cursing to himself softly as he goes to pack your bags and get the car keys. As much as he tries to hide it from you, you can still notice his hands shaking slightly and his knee bouncing up and down as the two of you sit in the delivery room.

-He's such a worry wart as you sit in the delivery room, constantly pacing up and down and looking over the nurse's shoulder whenever they come to check up on you while biting on his fingernails.

"Do you need water? Want me to get the nurse? I should probably call your mom right? Are yo-" "I'm fine, Sero"

-Sero needs to sit down for a bit after witnessing the size of the epidural needle. He knew it was a bit longer than usual vaccine needles but he hadn't expected it to be that long. For a pro hero who had witnessed all sorts of medical procedures this had been one of the few that made his head spin and face turn white.

-When the time had arrived he's there by your side holding your hand, willing to sacrifice it with the strength you were squeezing it. His complete attention is on you and only you. He's turned to you, head right besides yours as he whispers encouragement to you.

"C'mon you got this, just a little more yeah? God you're so strong its crazy! Almost there, you're doing so good i love you."

-The minute the cries of your son echo through the room he lets out a sigh of relief before laughing softly. Such a weight that was lifted off his shoulders, one he had been carrying for so long he was overwhelmed by two years of emotions.

-Sero sobs so loudly when they put your son on your chest, immediately grabbing you and littering your face with tear mixed kisses as the two of you coo over the little boy you had so anticipately waited for these last few months.

-Your son is an exact copy paste of his father aside from the color of his eyes. Its not hard to notice that his elbows are a little thicker than usual as well, you could make a pretty good assumption on what his quirk was going to be already.

-The rest of the night Sero is sitting next to bassinet admiring every little detail about the little boy while you take some hard earned rest. He's smiling to himself, once again wiping his eyes as he's overwhelmed by the love he feels for his little family.

-Great hero, fantastic husband and now an even better father. He really was the whole package.

Denki Kaminari

-You and Kaminari got together around two years after graduating. It was through a mutual friend and you couldn't lie about the fact he always caught your eye whenever there was a hero event and you saw him from the opposite side of the room.

-It was pretty casual at first, neither of you two wanting to fully commit and just have fun with it. Yet here you were with a shared two bedroom apartment in which one of those bedrooms was used as a half storage half workout room and a cat that adored you and tolerated Kaminari.

-You could say the two of you were quite committed to 'the bit' as Kaminari once called it before he spent the night sleeping on the couch.

-There were no grand plans you made for the future together such as a house or a family or anything along the lines of that. You liked living in the moment of it all. See what the future would bring you along the way.

-And sometimes three unexpected positive pregnancy tests come along your way. One to try and see why your period was late. A second to make sure and the third to see whether it was just those specific cheap brands or if you really were pregnant.

-You were very pregnant.

-The fact Kaminari thought you were joking at first and therefor moving along as if nothing happened didn't make the whole, already stressful, situation any better. To the point where you started angry crying thinking he didn't care only for him to then realize this in fact was not a joke.

"Damn i guess my pull out game is not stro- ACK"

-Best believe he was sleeping on the couch once again that night.

-The two of you had a long conversation that night, sitting across the table from each other while thinking of all possible outcomes, possibilities and things that would have to be done in order to even consider committing to such a responsibility.

-You couldn't lie when you said you hadn't thought of the idea of raising a kid together with Kaminari. And that that idea made you somewhat excited about the whole thing. You were both pretty well known heroes, you a little more than him, with fantastic income. There was a spare room that didn't really get used and your cat had always loved Kaminari's nieces and nephews.

-Kaminari wanted it so badly but couldn't help the doubt of him not being responsible enough for a kid. Would he even be a good father? What if he dropped the baby? What if he forgot to feed the-

-A good knock on the head followed by reassurance with the fact you two were doing this together and that he would be a good father were enough to get him in a giddy mood, immediately going on a rant about possible baby names and how cool their kid was gonna be.

-Best wish your morning fatigue isn't too bad because even though Kaminari's gonna be next to you holding your hair up and patting your back best believe he's puking along side with you. 'An empath' as he calls it.

-Kaminari and you hadn't exactly planned on this so you're making sure to read into a lot of the things that come with pregnancy. You have your books and Kaminari,, has different sources for his pregnancy knowledge.

"Reddit says-"

-Once again he's sleeping on the couch. At least he decided to pick up on your pregnancy books and actually learn something real this time.

-He has such a hard time keeping it to himself its killing him. Especially whenever he's with his friends Kaminari really needs to bite his tongue to not just burst out that you are pregnant. The first trimester rule was gonna be the end of him.

-Makes it a whole thing when telling his friends, inviting them all to your home to show off his new 'men cave' only for them to walk into an unfinished baby room that only had a crib in the middle. Clearly unfinished but they got the idea and were very happy for you two.

-He's so proud of having put it together as well, up until Bakugou inspects it and lightly touches it before it falls apart. Kaminari's getting a good scolding from the blonde before Bakugou rolls up his sleeves and starts putting it together himself.

-The two of you actually get a surprising amount of help from Bakugou with the baby room who is apparently an expert in a lot of handiwork.

-Once the media gets a whiff of what's going on in your private lives and he's finally able to speak on it Kaminari is BOASTING about it in interviews. He seriously can't shut up about how excited he is and how he has the most amazing partner in the world. All the fans love it.

-Kaminari is the type of person to join you in whatever abomination of a craving you have. Pickles wrapped in roll-ups? Instant ramen with chocolate sauce? Oh he's making two portions of both and happily munching away besides you on the couch at 2 am.

-Poor guy can't keep up with the mood swings to the point he starts getting them himself. One minute you're shouting at him for breathing wrong causing him to get irritated then you start crying and he's crying alongside you.

-God what a burden he must carry to satisfy his pregnant wife who's eagerness is through the roof because of hormones. What a rough life it is for poor Denki Kaminari

-When you near the end of your second trimester Kaminari takes a leave from work to do pretty much all house chores for you. There might've been a chemical gas in the bathroom from cleaning supplies that should not have been mixed and a white shirt turned pink in the wash but he got the hang of it eventually. At least the spirit was there.

-He loves talking to your stomach when you're asleep. He's a little embarrassed about it so he keeps his voice down but you've caught him doing it a few times. Didn't have the heart to interrupt him so you just try not to smile as he has his head resting on your thighs while keeping his hand on your stomach.

-Talking about all sorts of things. His day, funny stories from your high school life or just random things in general. He'd always get all smiley and happy whenever the baby reacts to his voice by softly kicking against his hand.

“I love you so much, which is funny because you’re not even born yet— Only 2 months, which feels much longer than you’d think. But i guess if you’re looking forward to something times goes by slow”

-When the time is there, Kaminari is freaking out. He's running around this house, calling all friends and family to let them know, triple checked whether or not he fed the cat and looks for his car keys even though he's already holding them.

-You just stand by the door, bag in hand while you wait for him to calm down so he can drive you to the hospital already.

-Kaminari for sure passes out somewhere when it starts getting serious. A combination of nerves and seeing what was going on down there gets a little too much for the man and the light in his eyes goes out for a good two minutes.

-Do NOT show this man the epidural otherwise he's gone again.

-Constantly asking the nurses and doctors what they're doing, trying to sit still but you can feel the shaking in his hand when he holds yours in his.

-Its quite normal that during labor people end up screaming. A lot of people do especially during the pushing process,, and so did Kaminari. To be more specific, he was the one screaming the loudest as the grip of your hand on his got so strong that you managed to break it.

-He genuinely couldn't care about his fractured bones when the first cries of his daughter rang through the room, his heart immediately stopping when she was laid down onto your chest.

-She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Kaminari always thought new born babies were a little ugly, with the way their head was shaped and they always managed to look a little cranky but she was the embodiment of the word angel. Barely any hair yet but it was so clear she had your hair color.

-He was peppering your hand with kisses while trying his very hardest not to cry.

-After she got cleaned up Kaminari was allowed to cut the umbilical cord which made him panic because he was scared he'd hurt her. It was then that the nurses noticed how purple his hand had become before rushing him to the ER.

-When the nurses and doctor left and Kaminari had come back with his hand in a cast it was finally just the three of you. It was then that you noticed Kaminari nervously fidgeting with his shirt while you were holding your daughter.

"C-can i hold her..?" "She's your daughter, Denki."

-Something about Kaminari holding the car seat with your daughter in it while walking out of the hospital that really made you fall in love all over with him again.

A/N- been so long since i wrote headcanons, had an absolute blast. hope you guys liked it, stay tuned for more rewrites !

#kaminari x reader #sero x reader #kaminari denki x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero x y/n #kaminari x y/n #sero x you #kaminari x you #kaminari denki #hanta sero #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dutch mod #fanfiction #bnha #mha #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfiction #rewrites

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☆ 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ☆

𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃: 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘? by @pinkithai

☆ Genre: fluff, headcanons ☆ Characters: Denki Kaminari☆ Tags: highschool sweethearts, first date, arcade ☆ Word count: 1.9k words ☆ Warnings: none :) ☆ Author: noelle part of the rewriting series _____________________________________

☆ Kaminari is the typical hormone induced teenage boy when it comes to talking to girls. He's not very good at it, never really speaks with his heart and gets turned down usually. The fact he can sometimes be seen with Mineta doesn't make it any better.

☆ That is until he meets you.

☆ For the very first time Kaminari's heart is frantically ramming against his rib cage whenever he catches your eyes from across the room to the point he can hear it echoing in his ears. His palms get sweaty and the minute a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth his face lights up.

☆ He's not very good at hiding it, half the class notices even though he swears he's very 'casual and nonchalant' with it. So 'casual and nonchalant' with it that even you yourself can't deny you hadn't noticed.

☆ Its not until that very night that he sat in Bakugou's dorm [who did in fact NOT ask for this] together with his friends while getting a pep talk on how to actually make a move. An evening of thinking of all possible outcomes. And possible career changes in case the shame of being rejected was too big.

☆ When the moment is finally there he's a blushing mess. His face was as bright as a tomato, sweat dripping down his forehead and he couldn't help but keep tugging at his neckline. At one point he kept trying to avoid his initial question and did anything to avoid it.

"Y-you see,, the birds! Yes,,t-they-" "-Denki?"

☆ There it was. The rejection. The horror. He'd quit UA, maybe transfer to a different hero school there were some great ones out there. That would still have the possibility of running back in you one day though so he'd change his entire future career. He might make a wonderful electrici-

"Would you like to go on a date?"

"..y-yeah!"

☆ After having been made fun of by his friends for failing so hard you had to be the one to ask him the two of you agreed to go on an arcade date. His idea; it wasn't too fancy like a fancy restaurant or gala and nothing too trashy like a Mc donald's dinner. Plus he could show off his fantastic, four in a row basketball skills.

☆ Kaminari got ready three hours beforehand. As if the initial question itself ,which he didn't even end up asking himself, wasn't enough he now had a new wave of nerves washing over him. What to wear? How to do his hair? What cologne to wear? Was he supposed to bring flowers or was that too much?

☆ When he finally stepped out of his room dressed in the most outrageous outfit anyone could think of and as if that wasn't enough he had a fedora to top it off. It was Mina who immediately pushed him back into his room before locking the door behind her and getting to work.

☆ With the newly gained confidence boost he got after seeing himself in the outfit his friend put together for him and the, little too strong, smell of cologne and axe deodorant radiating off of him he goes to pick you up.

☆ He had already planned out the entire thing in his head; Have fun playing a few co op games, racing game here and there and then go with the versus games ending with four in a row basketball. His very specialty, he'd look so cool and you'd think he was awesome.

☆ However, seeing you all dressed up in your pretty sundress and hair done in a cute way he gets flustered. The whole tough cool guy persona gets thrown out the window when you smile at him and lock your arm in his when the two of you make your way to the arcade.

☆ Throughout the entire evening the two of you were that annoying duo who would constantly laugh just a little too loud, cheer just a little too much and the fact Kaminari would constantly drop the most god awful cheesiest pick up lines anyone could think of didn't make it any better.

☆ Slowly but surely the nerves were the last thing he was thinking about as the two of you giggled while racing against each other on Mario kart. Him being Toad and you having picked Toadette. A neck to neck race until both of you got hit by lightning causing the Npc's to finish before you.

☆ Near the end, when both of you started running out of budget, there was one game left. The one Kaminari picked out, which obviously was the four in a row hoop game he was looking forward to the entire night.

☆ A confidence boost flowed through his veins as he pinned his hair back and rolled up his sleeves, the basketball secured in his hands. This was his time to shine. The very thing he knew he could show off with.

☆ That was until you rolled up the sleeves of your dress. And trapped your tongue between your lips. And suddenly had an incredibly determined look on your face. And stood on your tippy toes to get closer to the basket, your dress raising slightly higher just beneath your butt. AND-

☆ Again, a pink hue spread from the tip of his ears to the rest of his face. He had genuinely never been more attracted to you as he did then, to see your determination to beat him was weirdly attractive.

☆ He had a very hard time focusing on the game, especially since you kept teasing him throughout the entire thing by pinching his sides whenever he wanted to shoot his shot. The only thing saving him from failure was the fact you turned out to be pretty bad at the game which caused him to still win last minute.

☆ With a relieved but subtle sigh he leaned against the machine, hand running through his hair and a smug look on his face.

"It's okay, no need to cry.. You didn't stand a chance against a pro like me in the first place."

☆ He adored your laugh. Aside from the fact it was incredibly contagious causing him to smile alongside you, you had the prettiest smile he had ever seen. Kaminari would try and make you laugh all day long if he could. Even if that meant making himself look like a fool it was truly worth it.

"I suppose you can shoot your shot after all, without needing a little nudge that is.."

☆ Before Kaminari could try and throw another witty comment back at you, he watched you take a step closer to him with a grin on your face. This new found closeness made the guy freeze in his spot, eyes as wide as a deer looking at the headlights of a car as you placed your hand on his chest before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Can't let the winner go without a prize now, can i?"

☆ Said with more confidence than all of his awful pickup lines of that evening combined together. The smell of your sweet perfume was intoxicating, a much more subtle smell than his own thick one. The soft feeling of your lips against his cheek was still lingering.

☆ You only giggled before walking towards the counter with all your earned tickets from that evening, glancing back at him over your shoulder before leaving him completely flustered and frozen.

. . .

"H-huh..?!"

☆ It was then that Kaminari had learned that a sudden rush of emotion, heart beating out of his chest and cheeks aflame could cause his quirk to short circuit. He had also learned that this very short circuit could cause an entire arcade machine he was still leaning against to malfunction with him.

"Weeeh.."

☆ A great ending to a great date in your opinion.

☆ When he wakes, your arm is linked in his as you guide him back to the dorms. In his entire life the guy had never been so embarrassed as he did now, immediately ripping away from you while bowing his head several times in apology.

☆ Hearing you burst out in laughter before reassuring him that its okay and especially the fact that neither of you had to pay up since the staff thought it was a malfunction due to the machine being on the older side caused a relief to wash over him.

☆ Still he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed so to make up for it he took you to a nearby fast food chain that was still open to score some ice cream where the two of you talked for quite some time.

☆ Mostly the basics to get to know each other a little better but also leaning more towards serious stuff such as your worries about the path that you had both chosen to take as heroes in training and the future that lied ahead of you.

☆ He never really imagined that someone he viewed as talented and cool to have the same worries as him. It made him feel a lot more seen and closer to you. Especially when you reassured him that he'd eventually be able to adjust his quirk better and that he's as powerful as the rest.

☆ Too caught up in the conversations neither of you had really paid attention to the time up until Sero called Kaminari in a worry since curfew had already started and neither of them were anywhere to be seen.

☆ You had never ran so fast in your life as you did then.

☆ Sure Kaminari was upset over the fact it was over but nothing could ever compare to how upset he'd be if Aizawa unleashed his wrath on him for coming back late. Luckily for the two of you,, and the help of some good friends,, you managed to get in without being caught.

☆ As the gentleman that Kaminari is, he insisted he'd walk you all the way [40 seconds with the stairs] back to your dorm. He lingered at your dorm for a little while, whispering a few thank you's and jokes to you right before you heard a noise coming from downstairs.

"I'd love to do this again sometime."

☆ Hearing those words made his heart flutter, a feeling of relief washing over him. Kaminari couldn't help the giddy smile making its way onto his face before he quickly nodded his head.

"Yes! I'd love that.."

☆ It was then that Kaminari gained just the right bit amount of confidence he needed to wrap his arms around you in a hug. Surely he was a little stiff and you were a little overwhelmed by the Axe deodorant that invaded your nostrils but returned it nonetheless.

☆ When he pulled back his head, he smiled at you still having his arms around your waist. God he loved your eyes. He loved every single little detail about you actually. The color of your eyes, the way you smiled and the way you always managed to complete him in the areas in which he lacked confidence.

☆ With a quick peck on your cheek he immediately pulled back. Not knowing what to do next the guy pulled out his finger guns, pointing them to you with a goofy grin on his face before he backed up towards the elevator.

"You're an idiot"

"Hopefully your idiot soon!"

☆ Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you with a soft bang. It wasn't hard to notice the little smile on your face as he said this and he certainly didn't miss it.

☆ It was that smile that gave him the little confidence in his step as he quickly rushed over to Sero's dorm where him, Kirishima and Ashido were waiting for him to tell them all the details. Even if some of the details were left out.

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A/N: Gods its been so long since i really had this much fun with writing!! I'm gonna redo a bunch of things mostly from my hero academia and reupload them. Some haikyuu things might get edited a little but i'm still pretty happy with how most of those are. Hope you guys liked it, stay tuned for more soon :D -Noelle

#kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x y/n #denki x you #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #author noelle #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfiction #fluff #rewrites

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Rewriting most of my work

Heelloo lovelies, i am rewriting most of my old work and reuploading them. Still under maintenance and god knows how long it'll take but i do hope you'll enjoy the changes i've made :D

With that said if you're new PLEASE excuse the quality of my earliest works

Every rewrite post will be tagged under #rewrites

#author's note #dutch mod #author noelle #rewrites

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JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE 42 SPOILER

Content warning: 18+, Jujutsu kaisen spoiler, ANGST, established relationship, character death.

Summary:

Perhaps in another life, Nanami Kento would not have gone to Shibuya. In another life he would be on that beach in Malaysia.

In another life, he would be with you at that restaurant.

A/n: This is to all my widowed babes out there, take these flowers if you will💐. Check in on your Nanami stan friends today, we are in MOURNING. Excuse the quality haven’t posted on three years and I’m a bit rusty y’all💔

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“Go, Kento I’ll be fine..”

Her voice was soft, hand sliding over his suit jacket towards his tie to adjust the way he tied it. He’d always manage to mess up the tie, causing the back to be longer than the front.

Truth be told, Nanami had been able to tie his tie ever since he was 15 years old, his old man taught him. He was a quick learner and could tie on in a matter of seconds if needed, especially with how many times he’d take it off during a fight.

But he couldn’t help but mess it up on purpose, because there was something so much more nicer about the way she would tie it. How her tongue peeked out of her lips as she focused on perfecting it, to make sure he looked presentable. How her eyebrows would knit together, much more gentle fingers compared to his sliding over the material.

His hands went up to her cheeks, thumbs caressing her skin as he guided her head to look up at him. Gods even after having known her for so long he still felt his chest warm up anytime she’d look at him with those doe eyes peering at him through her eyelashes.

“Call me if you need me, okay?”

She rolled her eyes, hands patting his chest before she nodded her head. Her heels lifted off the ground as she moved her weight to her toes, pushing herself a little higher so she could get closer to his face.

A smile adoring her features.

“I’ll be alright...”

To be gifted the ability to stop time was one many people dreamed off. Either to act on their perverted actions or wander around alone without a care in the world. To stop a tragedy from happening or to cause one. He hadn’t even given it much thought but in moments like these did he wish he could pause time for a moment. For the world around them to stop. No work, no responsibility or appointments to attend. Just them. He didn’t need too long, just enough time to completely lose himself in that very moment without the reality of the world pulling him back in.

He sighed into the kiss, fingers softly gripping at her shirt before she pulled away with a giggle.

“Go! You’ll be late, don’t leave those kids hanging.”

Said so gleefully as she pecked his cheek one more time before pushing him towards the door. It was her who grabbed his coat for him and pushed it into his arms.

“Remember, dinner reservation at 6.30. Meet you there?”

He smiled at her, standing in the doorway as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his coat. Their anniversary was coming up and although both of them were busy on the very day itself, they decided to celebrate a little early. Nothing too grand, just a small dinner reservation at the local Italian. The one on the corner of the street, adored by flowers hanging on the side of the building.

“Meet you there.”

He said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping out the door. Before he left, he looked back at her, sending a quick wave her way.

“Love you.”

She smiled, leaning against the front door as she watched him leave. Dressed in nothing but her long pyjama pants, one of his sweaters and a thick blanket wrapped around her.

“Love you too.”

That day he wasn’t planning on doing overtime. Nanami was gonna come home on time, take a shower to wash off whatever blood or muck was on his body, use his pricey cologne he only used for special occasions, grab a nice outfit and on his way he’d go.

They’d eat dinner, she’d probably pick the pasta and he’d settle for the seafood risotto. They’d enjoy a bottle of wine over a conversation reminiscing shared memories of back in the day. About how fast the last decade had passed and fantasize about all the many years to come.

She’d be ‘too full’ for dessert so he’d order a large tiramisu knowing she’d be pricking her fork into the corners and stealing bites here and there.

By the end of the night she’d link her arm with his as they take a walk home, enjoying the evening’s quiet as the only sound echoing between the walls of the houses being the clicking of her heels. Their warm breath leaving their nose as a small cloud before vaporizing into the cold November air.

They’d take enjoy a bath together at home, not exchanging very many words but the very comfort of holding each other whilst enjoying the warm water. Stolen kisses, lingering touches and soft giggles.

Spending the night together in their own bed in their own home. Hands sliding over her skin as if she was a braille book and by now he had completely memorized ever bump, freckle and crease. Yet even after all these years he could never grow tired of this.

Every little sound that left her mouth sounded like a siren’s melody drawing him in even further. He would more than gladly drown if it was by the hands of her, pulling him under into the feeling of ecstasy that was being with her. A thought that went straight to his dick as he completely lost himself in her.

Nanami Kento didn’t ever fuck and he would never refer to it as such. He didn’t ever see it as an act of getting his dick wet for a good 3 minutes and pounding into her mercilessly like some sort of animal.

Nanami Kento made love. For the intimacy of it all, to him, was one of the rawest forms of love. For two souls to connect in the most pure way possible, to feel each other in ways that the gods had intended.

He could easily spend his days kneeled on the ground arms wrapped around her thighs and head buried between her legs. To hear her soft pleas, gasps and feel her hands pulling at his hair. He didn’t need tiramisu to feast if mother nature’s blessed dessert was right there and then. Sadly, an unrealistic standard for the modern world where they had a job to attend to and a society to be apart of.

They’d end in each other’s arms. He liked when she held his head against her chest, fingers softly dancing through his hair for there was no feeling that made him feel so secure and comfortable than that. To hold her in his arms and trace her bare back with his finger, chuckling when she’d shiver when he’d reach a sensitive spot. To fall asleep in each other’s arms felt like a god’s sent gift.

To wake up to her face in the morning, a sight that he would never grow tired of. Never, not for many years to come..

..perhaps , in a different world god would’ve allowed Nanami Kento to stay by her side a little longer.

A world where he did in fact not have to work over time and did go on that date.

One where he’d be able to show her the ring that had sat inside of his pocket for the last few months. To marry her and grow old with her. Maybe have a kid, he probably would’ve made a pretty decent father. He did always like kids. Yeah, he’d make a pretty good father.

In a different world he gave her the ring. In a different world she had given him the test she took that morning.

He would’ve liked to live a little longer than 28. 50 wasn’t that big of a reach or so he thought. The world was cruel. Death was inevitable and it was quite rare for a sorcerer to grow old anyway.

…

Perhaps in a different world she wouldn’t be sitting alone at that little Italian restaurant on the corner of the street with flower adoring the walls, waiting.

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