#boku undo

[fugitivehues]

whumptober 01: race against the clock

[vulto-cor-de-rosa]

I have seen a lot of punks with mohawks and liberty spikes saying that they don't wash their hair every day, they just go to sleep and fix it in the morning because it takes such a long time to do their hair, so I think is fair to assume that Present Mic just goes to sleep like That most days

[rabbitsonthemoon]

silly little headcanon

After a lifetime of Incidents and Shenanigans™ with his capture weapon, I bet Aizawa would be God-tier at untangling slinkies.

[inkophile]

New Favorite Products

My interests have settled into three categories all of which require tools and elements that I explored in 2023. If only I could double my workspace to accommodate it all but for now the best I can do is to organize, organize, organize and find tools that work with more than one interest. There were nine standouts worth mentioning among my 2023 acquisitions. Links are to these products on Amazon.…

[intomybubble]

Tfw arranging shelf but its been like 5 hours total and I have like 11 inches of dead space which makes it harder for this to look right and my books keep falling over, even with book ends ㅠㅠ

At least it’s not hot yet today but this is annoying. I wish I could just buy the rest of the manga I’m planning to a buy eventually so I can just fill in the gaps (most of it) but I can’t bc I’m out of money and some aren’t even released yet

[bbds-bnha]

Both are alive, but since that day they don't want to continue.

[ghoulsandgunsmoke-blog]

Sketchbook: Sight For Sore Eyes

Couple quick sketches. Playing around with some color. The top was done with Bombay India inks. The bottom was done with Boku-undo ‘shadow black ‘ which is a mix of Sumi and Japanese watercolor in pan form. Interesting results. Plan on experimenting more this year. Just don’t except Fauvism.

[joylinda-hawks]

Day 7. Umbrella. It immediately reminds me of the scene when GX ran to WKX playing in the pouring rain on the bridge when they discovered that ZZS was dying. I only added some colorful elements so it wouldn't be boring. It didn't come out too well, because I painted it tired after work, and the proportions and shading went in different directions. Sorry, it shouldn't look like this. Traditionally, Kuretake ink markers, a red marker from Kuretske, a white acrylic marker from Kuretake and this time Sumi watercolors from Boku-Undo.😩

[tashanimation]

Working on the cat sìth concepts. These ones are more lynx like with inspiration from domestic long haired cats.

Using the Boku-Undo E-Sumi Watercolor set for a change. I love the shadowy colours and it's a bit more opaque than regular watercolours. Also used some poster colour for highlights and coloured pencil for details. Arches hot press paper.

[teruki-inoue21]

Possible “Erased” reference?

Ok so… I found this in S2E12

This seems like a literal reference to the 2016 anime, Erased (Boku dake ga Inai Machi), whose plot is literally the MC trying to undo a problem (more specifically, a murder) that happened in the past, when he was a kid. If this episode is trying to convey a similar idea with the film roll and the glitching effects, then we can be 100% sure that we’re not done with Tianchen’s attempt to change his past……

Yep, u know where I’m headed. Full speed ahead to a two year wait for Link Click III!!!

[ao3feed-spinaraki]

So Sings the Songbird

by UndeniablyAres, VampyrSutton

When the lines between hero and villain blur, Hawks and Dabi are willing to take whatever chance they can get to be together. But when time gets away from them, both are discovered in a rather compromising position. Determined to reassert his dominance, Dabi decides to put on the ultimate show for his fellow villains while Hawks yields and succumbs to his twisted desires and needs. Is Dabi for real? Or is everything just an act to maintain his tough, unwavering façade? Will his true feelings for the winged hero come to light? And when they do, will they also be Hawks’ undoing?

Words: 9813, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Geten (My Hero Academia), Chikazoku Tomoyasu | Skeptic

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dialogue Heavy, Smut, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Multiple Orgasms, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Shibari, Rope Bondage, Suspension, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Boys Kissing, Anal Sex, Wet & Messy, Mutual Masturbation, Spit Kink, Possessive Sex, Emotional Sex, Dom/sub Play, Dom/sub Undertones, Mean Dom Dabi, Soft Dom Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Takami Keigo | Hawks, Aftercare, DabiHawks Week, DabiHawks Week 2024, POV Alternating

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56019040

[fugitivehues]

whumptober 07: only for emergencies

[mysteroads]

Chapter 4: Lost and Found

Summary: Tomura continues his escort missions, defies the laws of life and death to make sure he's there for *all* his friends, and brings the story full circle.

Excerpt:

Swallowing hard, Tomura knelt in front of Mon and gently took her face in his hands. “Mon-chan, I need to break a rule,” he whispered. Her ears pricked up. “I think the broadcast is a little behind, so I died already, but I need to go to before I died.” His throat tightened, his fingers prickling as his quirk stirred in reaction to his sudden spike in adrenaline. “Not far, just a few minutes. I need to be there for Dabi. He’s so fucking stubborn! If he dies without someone there, I know he'll do something stupid! I don't know what happens to people who die and refuse to leave, but I bet it’s not good. Dabi as a vengeful ghost isn't something anyone wants. So, I'm going to try.” He smiled crookedly and rubbed behind her ears. “I don’t know who runs this crazy afterlife business, but I doubt they’ll be happy with me. That’s just fine. I’m a villain, breaking rules is kinda my thing, but you’re just Mon-chan. I’m not even sure why I’m explaining this to you.” That was a lie, and Tomura knew it. He was explaining to delay his trip, to spend a little bit longer with his dog, just in case he got on God’s or Buddha's or Whoever’s actual shit list with the stunt he was about to pull. 

Giving her one last hug, he stood up. “Mon, go home.” He pointed to the waiting door. Mon whined, her ears pinning back. “Go home,” he repeated sternly. Still whining, little stub of a tail tucked, Mon reluctantly went to the door, paused one last time to see if Tomura would change his mind, then nudged the door open and went inside. 

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Tomura turned and headed down the hall, his black coat flapping out behind him. He reached out as he walked, running his fingers along the wall, letting Decay out. His quirk couldn’t touch this world anymore, but he imagined it eating away what it could touch. He could picture it perfectly, Decay destroying this hall, destroying any barriers that got in front of him, letting him walk wherever he wanted. 

The world around him went black. Not black as in behind his eyelids or the times he’d been locked in a pitch dark room for training. This black was… empty. A weird sort of hungry empty that ate up every other sensation. There was nothing to hear, no echo of his footsteps or the sound of his own breathing. He couldn’t feel anything either, not the clothes on his skin or the beat of his heart, not even the feel of the floor beneath his feet. He’s not even sure he’s still walking. No sound, no sight, no sensation… except a sudden and overwhelming sense of being watched that exploded out of nowhere.

Tomura fell to his knees, or thought he did, suddenly hyperventilating. The back of his neck prickled, and he expected to feel teeth sink into the tender skin. It was like every nightmare where he ran from something invisible and deadly, but his body refused to cooperate and he woke up just before it caught him— only this time,  he refused to wake up.

“Let me be there,” he whispered. And he could hear himself. The sound made him jump, and the way each word fell from his lips like it was weighted was almost as terrifying as whatever was watching him. Swallowing, he forced himself back to his feet, and kept walking as he spoke, “I failed them all. I let them die when I should’ve saved them. I can’t undo that, but let me be there for this at least! Please!”

He struggled forward a few more feet, then the feeling of eyes on him vanished.  There was a nearly audible snap! and he tripped… and fell into a frozen wasteland. 

The switch from literal nothing to this was painful, a complete sensory overload, and Tomura had to spend a moment coming back to himself. When he could finally think like a human again and not a small, scared animal, he looked around. 

Everything was coated in white frost, and thick fog swirled around, obscuring his vision. Dead or not, a shiver slipped down Tomura’s spine and his breath puffed out in a little cloud of condensation. His teeth actually chattered. “D-Damn it, Da-Dabi. W-What d-d-did you d–d-do?” 

[mitsua]

𝑴𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 & 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒓 | 𝐸𝑝. 7 𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

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Warnings: may contain bad grammar and spelling mistakes, anxiety symptoms

Series: Boku No Hero Academia Pairing: Y/n ✕ Sero Hanta

Y/n's . . . GN! Words' count: 0.41k

New day, new notifications waiting in your phone to be answered. But now a certain profile picture captured your eye when you saw the writer of the latest message you've gotten.

"Y/n, can we meet in person?"

Huh, was that also a question he asked that girl, maybe? How funny.

You left the message on read, turning it back off, to get ready for the weekend.

As you got up from your feet, you felt your legs tremble slightly and felt a knot forming in your throat.

It was horrible. Awful to still be suffering when even catching a glimpse of his figure from affar. It was not fair. Everything hurted and you've planned methodically and slowly all your schedule to do not get to bump into him anytime soon, to train harder and be smarter.

Why was it all feeling worse by each passing second?

Why were you now watching his eyes so close? Had you gone crazy so soon?

Then you heard him apologize and felt your consciousness go back in your body on a breath.

You found yourself in the hallway to the training areas of the U.A. right after stumbling with the only person your body wouldn't allow to feel right with anymore.

The knot grew tighter.

"Y/n, now that you're here, I wanted to ask for something. . . I know it sounds wrong, but please hear me out first." Sincerely, you didn't even know why did you wait to hear him finish that sentence. Your body stood frozen infront of him.

Interpreting your silence as a yes, he continued. "I wanted to ask for a re-match, if you win, I won't bother you anymore, however, if I end victorious I get to talk to you about everything that's happened."

Why was he doing this? Wanted to fight with the currently strongest? Wanted to laugh at you? What did he exactly knew to say everything that's happened? Mina. Oh no. She didn't.

You felt your heart drop and the knot on your throat undo letting your mouth say your answer.

"Why do you wanna know now?" He was the one speechless now. A few moments passed. "I'll tell you when I win," he curved the corner of his lip a little. That stung like a bee in your heart.

"Fine." You excused mentally yourself of this, saying it would help as the training of the day and maybe even get to never talk to him forever. What a delight.

Next chapter

[wellappointeddesk]

Watercolor Review: Boku-Undo Gansai Aurora Palette

Review by Tina Koyama I always say (to myself and others) that I’m not a sheeny, shiny, glittery gal (I’ve only ever purchased one bottle of shimmery ink, and I gave it away soon after). Obviously a liar, I recently found myself craving some sheeny, shiny, glittery watercolors. The Boku-Undo Gansai Watercolor Palette in the Aurora colors (6/$14.75) looked mouth-watering. Before I plant my face…

[agentark88]

Think: An Icy Ending

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, alcohol, blood, and violence.

(Ending 3 of 8)

An Icy Ending

“I won’t let you hurt her!” Shoto yelled. A shell of protective ice encased you as Shoto came gliding in. He held you close to his chest, as he urged you away from Shigaraki, All for One. Ice spread out from Shoto’s palm. His whole body shook as he continued to build the shell to protect you. His chest heaved from exertion. The heat from his left side could barely even be considered warm.

“Shoto, we’re safe. I’m safe. Stop,” you said.

Shoto didn’t seem to hear you as he used the remainder of his strength to finish the ice chrysalis. His body suddenly slumped into yours, and your eyes widened. Burns, horrid burns from Dabi’s blue fire speckled his skin in patches. His fire quirk and his ice may have just barely been able to save his skin because they appeared like they could heal with time. Shoto was blue, shivering. His lips had turned purple from the cold. Ice had crept up the right side of his skin, lingering there after he’d lost consciousness.

You quivered, teeth chattering. The loud oncoming footsteps of the Nomus dissipated. Shigaraki and All for One, who’d taken control of his body, had most likely escaped. You tightened your grasp around Shoto’s chest, trying to provide him with warmth, using your body heat to no avail. You set him down in the small dome-like cave he’d made out of solid ice. Your breathing echoed off of the protective walls that now held you both captive.

You dug through your utility belt pockets, removing a small metallic blanket that would normally help civilians should they need to keep in their body heat. Unfortunately, Shoto was already covered in ice, so you weren’t sure how effective it would be for him. You wrapped him in it all the same, realizing your time was ticking. Lack of oxygen or hypothermia would likely be your undoing if you weren’t able to get out of this shell of ice.

Shoto could be your only hope in getting out, but he’d likely already pushed himself far past his own limitations. Endeavor would be another safe bet for escape, but his last attack against Gigantomachia had left him unconscious too. Bakugo may be able to blast through the dome of ice, but you were pretty sure he’d already passed out. Deku couldn’t use his arms or legs anymore because he’d broken all of his bones just to fight Shigaraki, so a Detroit Smash wasn’t likely getting you out either.

You turned your gaze down to your belt. You had explosives, but, at this range, they could kill you both. You had fire projectiles, but, again, it was a fatal and an unlikely solution. You glanced at Shoto again, rubbing your arms to bring friction and heat to your body. White condensed air was already coming out from your shivering lips. You knelt down beside Shoto, checking his pulse. It was faint, fainter than you would have liked it to be.

“S-Shoto,” you chattered out his name, hoping you could somehow get him to wake up. “P-Please, you need to wake up.” You shook his shoulder, wincing at how forceful you were being. He needed to rest. What he went through today was beyond horrible. You couldn’t imagine the emotional and physical trauma he suffered from battling his “dead” brother.

Shoto didn’t move, even as you continued to try to shake him awake. He was barely breathing. His throat must have been raw from smoke inhalation or burns because you could hear his breath rasp with every exhale. You brushed some hair out of his eyes, and the icy strands melted with your touch. As your fingers accidently skimmed his face, warmth began to spread across some of his frosted skin. You brought your palm to his cheek and again felt heat rise from his body. You grabbed his hands, holding them between your own. His left side reacted to your touch, even without him being conscious. You breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed the ice had almost completely melted from his upper body. It didn’t solve the immediate problem, but you were glad he wouldn’t succumb to frostbite.

“Shoto, I need you. I know… you’ve done more than enough today… but I really need you,” you murmured. You came closer to him, wanting desperately to huddle against him for warmth, but no action in this situation was death. The Pro Heroes available would not be able to get you out.

You blew into your hands, fingers trembling. Your attention froze. You could get out. There was a way to get out, but it was going to hurt. Deku might not be able to Detroit Smash his way in, but you could punch your way out. Heart of Hearts had trained you to punch through things, break through things, using your quirk to your advantage.

You settled into a fighting stance, carefully adjusting as to not pivot into unconscious Shoto. Your quirk swirled in your mind, reacting to your instincts. You balled up your fist, feeling wind begin to turbulently fill the space. Strands of your quirk coiled around your muscles, placing a thin layer around your knuckles. The first swing came easy, but as you hit the cement-like ice, you heard bones crack. You cried out, clutching your hand to your chest. Sweat pooled over your face, nearly freezing on sight. You let out a pitiful whimper. You didn’t dare look at the damage, afraid a finger may be out of place.

You turned your gaze up. A small fissure had begun to form in the ice. Not enough. The crack wasn’t enough to get the two of you out. You readied your stance again, switching from your dominant hand.

“Punch through it,” you said to yourself, gritting your teeth. You couldn’t afford to break both hands, but you also couldn’t hold back. You lined up your punch with the crevice. Your quirk spiraled up your muscles again. You struck, biting back another yelp. Tears came to your eyes. The ice made a hollow twang, and the crack continued to grow.

“One more,” you said. “One more, and you save us,” you assured. “You save Shoto.”

Your attention floated down to him. He was in critical condition. He needed help, your help. Shoto needed you, and… you needed him. You needed him to make it out of this alive.

You adjusted your stance again, letting out a puff of misty air from your dry lips. You pulled back. Wind roared. Your quirk connected with your body, wielded it like its own weapon. It pulsed and streamed through muscles you hadn’t realized you had.

“One more!” you shouted, driving the final punch home.

A rush of air and mental quirk energy vibrated through the gap. Ice splintered and crackled like dropped glass. The punch rippled like an explosion, shooting through the solid ice. A hole had finally been exposed. Fresh air came rushing into the small nook that Shoto and you had been trapped in. Your whole body shivered as you dropped to your knees, your arms falling lamely to your sides. The remaining ice cooled them. They were both broken, shattered. But, at least, you were free. You managed to get Shoto free.

A few Pro Heroes managed to get the two of you out. They had to have taken the injured to the hospital already. You rode with Shoto to the hospital, allowing the paramedics to attend to him, before you even said anything about your arms.

Once you’d made it to the hospital, you mentioned that you may or may not have severe injuries. A nurse rolled up your sleeve and gasped. Fretfully, she guided you into your own room. You didn’t remember much after being helped into a bed. Consciousness slipped in and out. In your delirium, you could only think about Shoto’s condition.

“Is he okay?” you murmured. “Is he going to be okay?” you asked.

You awoke to two casts on your arms, blindly swinging at nothing and wincing when you felt what punching solid ice had done to your bones. Shinso jumped back from your cot as if he’d just fallen asleep sitting up.

“It’s me! Hey, it’s okay. You’re in the hospital,” Shinso said.

“Shoto, is he okay?” you blurted out. “We… we were trapped,” you tried to explain. “He was injured.” You blinked at Shinso, and he sighed.

“He’s okay,” Shinso assured. “You got him here just when he needed to be. He can’t speak, but he’s okay, stable.”

You bit into your bottom lip, already hoisting yourself out of the hospital bed. Shinso put a hand on you for support. “I have to see him.” You paused, turning back to Shinso with tears in your eyes. “C-can you tell me where he is?” you asked.

Shinso’s eyes widened in surprised. He tried to hide his disappointment. “Room 356. It’s just down the hallway.” His hand left you as soon as you started moving again.

“Thank you,” you said, before leaving into the hallway.

You reached room 356 in no time, turning the corner in blind concern. You had to see him. You had to know for sure that he was alright. You bumped into a hard back upon entering, nearly being knocked down from the impact. You awkwardly stumbled back, unable to catch yourself with the casts on. A strong hand reached out, grabbing you before you fell.

“Oh, sorry. Are you okay?”

You looked up toward a familiar stranger. He actually looked a lot like Endeavor; his build did at least. He had white hair and gray eyes, and he appeared a bit older than you, probably out of high school.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered out. “I didn’t mean to come in unannounced. I wanted to check on my classmate.” You gulped, feeling like there wasn’t a great reason to run into anybody, but you had to know that Shoto was okay. “I was told he was here, and I just… I need to know he’s okay. I’m sorry I was rushing.” Tears filled your eyes. You weren’t sure why exactly.

The young man in front of you blinked in surprise. “Uh…” He seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away but finding it difficult to not try to do something. He patted your shoulder awkwardly. “No hard feelings. I didn’t even flinch when you ran into me. You don’t need to cry or anything.”

A young woman peered her head around the taller man, immediately going into a nurturing mode upon seeing you. She rushed to your side, helping wipe your face with a tissue without smudging your glasses. “N-Natsuo! You made the poor girl upset,” she scolded him.

“She bumped into me,” Natsuo grumbled. “I don’t think I’m the reason she’s crying, Fuyumi.”

The young woman adjusted her glasses, hooking a strand of her white hair with flecks of crimson behind her ear. She fretted over you for a moment or two, stepping back in worry. “Oh, I apologize. I don’t even know your name. My name is Fuyumi.” She gestured to herself. “That’s Natsuo.” She pointed to the other man. “You said that you were here to see your classmate?” she asked.

“I…” you trailed off. Fuyumi? You knew that name. That was Shoto’s sister. “I’m sorry for the intrusion.” You attempted a deep bow but your casts wouldn’t let you get that far. “Shoto is very important to me, and—” You cut yourself short, realizing what you’d just said aloud to his sister. A deep scarlet blush brushed your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I just want to know that he’s okay. He saved me, and…” you trailed off again. You were beyond nervous to slip up and say the wrong thing. Shoto’s sister was very important to him, and he talked about her often.

“You’re Anna Kokoro then,” a soft voice spoke up from the other side of the room. “Please come in. I’m sure he’d really like to see you. I’m afraid he cannot speak right now, but he’s spoken very highly about you when he came to visit me in the past.”

“Y-yes. It’s very nice to meet you.” It had to have been Shoto’s mother speaking to you. He looked a lot like her too. You forced yourself to move into the room, despite being very nervous to meet his family. There was no turning back now. You cared too much for Shoto to just leave, even if it was so nerve wracking.

Shoto gave you a soft smile when he spotted you. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it shortly after, glancing away as if it pained him. He motioned for you to come closer, and you rushed toward him. You wanted desperately to hug him, but the casts were in the way. Natsuo quickly brought you a chair to sit down, and you didn’t hesitate to do so, just to be close to Shoto. The best that you could do was lean next to him. He patted your back gently in response.

You started crying again, despite yourself, and he wiped the tears from your cheeks, shaking his head. He pressed his palm to your face, as if to say that he was okay and that he was there, and you leaned into his touch.

…Ten Years Later…

“Are you sure they’ll be okay without us?” you asked your husband.

“Fuyumi has it handled. I trust her with my life. She can watch the twins for a night. It will be okay, Anna,” Shoto said, kissing you on the cheek.

“I feel selfish for sneaking out like this,” you said.

“You and I both know that we need to take time off now and again. The twins will be alright. I promise. We’ve been working really hard as Pro Heroes and as parents. Let’s just enjoy our free time together for one night, okay?”

You were still hesitant to leave, but when Shoto’s hand touched yours, you turned back to him. His dual-colored eyes were soft with understanding. If you asked to stay, he wouldn’t push you to go out again. He would let you stay for a family night in. But, you knew how much the two of you needed this. You were both working extremely hard to balance work and life.

“Okay,” you said. “You’re right. Fuyumi will take very good care of them. One night won’t hurt.” You gave his hand a squeeze, and he led you toward the city for an evening stroll.

Shoto made sure he was giving off enough heat to keep the cold at bay. You snuggled up close to him as you walked, glad you could spend some quality time together.

“You look beautiful,” Shoto said.

“Thank you,” you replied, blushing. You’d worn one of your favorite blue dresses on your date tonight. He bought it for you on your last birthday, but you couldn’t find an occasion to actually wear it. You were happy to know that he liked it on you. “So, where are we going?” you asked curiously.

Shoto paused. “Don’t you think that it would be better as a surprise?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you grumbled, pursing out your lips. You always liked surprises, but you were too excited to really wait to find out the surprise part.

Shoto chuckled. “Don’t make that face, Anna. We’ll be there soon enough. I don’t think that you’ll be disappointed either.”

Shoto stopped in an unfamiliar location to you. He held open the door, and you were surprised at how quiet that it seemed. You meekly entered the building. Shoto strode ahead of you, pulling you gently by the hand to an elevator. Once you both got in, he hit the top floor.

“What is this place?” you asked, not remembering seeing a sign outside.

“A secret,” Shoto said softly.

The elevator doors opened up to an empty restaurant. One table was lit up with candles, glowing in the dim room.

“I rented the whole place out just for the two of us. No other distractions. No thoughts to plague your intelligent mind. I thought it would allow you some time to relax,” he said.

“Shoto, it’s too much,” you said. Your eyes moved down toward the ground to see blue petals lining the path toward the table.

“It’s never enough for my lovely wife,” he said. He led you toward the table, helping with your chair. He poured you out a small glass of wine.

“You know I’m not keen on alcohol, Shoto. It’s normally so dry,” you said. You wrinkled your nose, looking over the glass suspiciously.

As he slid the glass toward you, he slowly nodded his head. “It’s chocolate wine. Imported from America,” he said. “I thought you would find it more palatable.” He chuckled, pouring himself a glass of something else. “As for me, I will take the ‘dry’ vintage wine.”

You tentatively took a sip of your glass and were surprised to find it actually quite nice to start out the evening. There was a delicious aroma filling the room, coming from what you would only assume was the kitchen. You looked toward your husband again. He caught your inquisitive gaze.

“I hired the chef for the night as well. You know I’m not exactly a culinary expert. I hope that’s okay. Should you want a rather cold bowl of instant ramen, I would be happy to oblige when we return home. I don’t think they would have the pre-packaged ingredients in the back.”

You set your glass down, looking out toward city from the window. The lights sparkled like stars while the two of you were so far up in the tower. You reached out your hand, grabbing for Shoto’s. His fingers easily slipped between yours, intertwining comfortably. You were surprised to find his hand was clammy. For the first time all night, you realized he might not be so calm and composed.

Shoto cleared his throat, gazing at your touching hands. “Do you like it?” he asked. “The surprise?”

Your attention shifted back to him. It was so sweet of him to ask. You wish that he wouldn’t worry so much. The two of you were married after all, even had two children together. You loved him tremendously.

“It’s very thoughtful,” you said. You exhaled, finally feeling as if you could breathe. It was nice to feel so secure with him around, and it was even better that you didn’t have to worry about your quirk acting up. “I think I love it.” You hesitated to admit it. It must have cost a fortune to clear out an entire restaurant. It was rare that you’d actually let him spoil you. Guilt seeped a little into your expression. You wished the twins could be there with you. They would get a kick out of seeing Japan like this.

Shoto brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m glad,” he said. “Our alone time is precious to me, and I wish I could do something like this for you more often.” He scanned over your expression. “Perhaps, next time, we could even bring the boys, if that would allow you to relax even more.”

You smiled at him. “I’d like that,” you said. “But, I’m also glad that we took this time to spend with each other, just you and me. You bring out the calm in me. That’s why I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Anna.”