Crossposted with soulmythmecha on Archive Of Our Own

When Ethan walked through the door of his apartment, he was expecting to see his girlfriend covered in paint working on a new piece with a show or music going in the background. Not the vicious cursing and banging of pots coming from the kitchen. Though to be honest, the cursing wasn't too unfamiliar. He shook his head fondly.

"Sweetheart? Everything alright?" He called out.

Miri poked out the fluff of silvery white tipped in ice blue that was her hair, covering her eyes, and there was the paint he was expecting. All over her face and in her hair.

"Peachy. Just. Meal prep is not going as well as I hope."

Ethan followed Miri back into the kitchen and paused in wide eyed shock. "What in Helheim's fucking name did you do?"

His eyes raked over the red stained counters, cupboards and stove.

Miri brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Lost track of time painting a new piece. Forgot to turn the sauce down so it could simmer and well... No lid and this happened."

"Right... Tomato Hiroshima..."

Miri stuck her tongue out. "Oh, fuck off. I was gonna be right back in ten minutes tops... Then well... It turned into a good thirty minutes." She straightened in a huff. "But the piece wasn't fucking cooperating and I had to keep redoing one part of it."

Ethan sighed and shook his head in mild amusement. "Can we save any of the food?"

Miri drooped a bit. "Unfortunately, not as much as I would hope. We need more tomato sauce because umm..." She motioned to the kitchen.

Ethan chuckled a bit, coughing to hide it as Miri gave him a slight narrowing of her eyes.

"Don't you dare laugh at me mister." She pointed the wooden spoon stained red at him intently.

He smiled wider. "Wouldn't dream of it love. I'll grab you some Thai and me some pizza. Sound good?"

Miri nodded and motioned to the kitchen once again with the spoon. "I will have this all cleaned up before you get home."

Ethan softly chuckled as he left their shared space. She was incredible, having stood by him through so much, even moving countries just to be able to see him daily. Miri followed her passion for the arts. She was only a few years older and super supportive of him. As he studied in university, he didn't know how he would have gotten this far without her. He smiled fondly. Though for as smart, passionate and talented she is, she was pretty adorable when she was clumsy and got lost in her head.

He chuckled again. Time to get their dinner.

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Miri sighed as she finished up scrubbing the last of the tomato sauce explosion. There was one dinner that failed due to her getting involved in her art. She shot a glare at the offending canvas.

"Stupid abstract dickwad..." She muttered.

She wandered into their restroom to quickly scrub the paint off her face and out of her hair, gently doing so. Once she was clean, she wandered back into the main living space.

"Welp no longer in the mood for art. And cooking is off the menu today. Maybe I will put something on for us to watch while eating."

Miri sprawled out onto their couch, one of their few luxuries and most loved pieces in their home. Absently reaching for the remote.

"Home love! Got your usual from the place down the road!"

She peeled up just enough to no longer have her face squished by the cushions. "On the couch! What do we want to watch? Comedy? Cartoon? Movie? Maybe some Grimm? Or anime?"

Ethan walked in, a pizza box in one hand and a small takeout bag in the other, his dark brown hair ruffled by his hoodie.

"I'm a bit behind on My Hero Academia. We can watch some episodes of that if you want?"

Miri shot a blank look at Ethan.

"Just don't get too jealous love. I am always up for some of My Hero."

Ethan handed her the takeout bag as she sat up, allowing him to seat himself next to her. She opened her box inhaling the smell of the delicious food.

"Yummy. What was the spice level?"

"Your usual 5."

"Yay! Cashew chicken is always the best. Extra rice?"

He nodded around a mouthful of meat pizza.

Miri rolled her eyes and began to dig in.

Once they had finished their respective dinners and the episode had finished, they cleaned up their garbage. Resettling down into each other's arms, snuggling close they resumed their evening show.

Miri perked up a few episodes later. "Why is Aizawa so hot? Even his English voice is sexy. Just kill me now."

Ethan just rolls his eyes fondly at her distress.

She poked him in the ribs. "Oh, like you eyeing Asui is any better."

He snorted. "I don't have a full harem of characters I find attractive."

Miri flipped him the middle finger in response. "Oh, hush you."

Once the episode finished, catching them up to the most recent release, she stretched out, her loose t-shirt riding up to reveal a navel piercing along her abdomen. She rested her head onto his lap, looking up at him. He carded his fingers through her hair, soft purrs reaching his ears.

"What now?" She asked, a slight grin on her face. "Maybe we should take this elsewhere?"

He laughed. "I am fine anywhere as long as I'm with you."

She faked gagged and rolled away hiding her flushed cheeks. "How can you be such a cheese ball. You are 23, not a lovesick teenager."

He shrugged. "You like it."

She glared once again. "I am not some blinded fluffy romantic girl. I am 25! I am mature and comfortable with myself."

He looked her up and down. "Obviously."

She shoved him, attempting to push him off the couch, only starting them play wrestling. Soon squeals and laughter filled the air as they squirmed around and pressed over ticklish spots. Not long after Ethan decided to just rest himself completely on top of Miri, ensuring she couldn't move.

"Ethan. I can't breathe."

"That's what you get for tickling me love."

She widened her eyes and titled her head slightly. "I'm sorry sweetie. I won't do it again."

He looked thoughtful, drawing out a whine from her.

"Promise. I just want to cuddle."

He chuckled and sat up, allowing her to do the same. As he helped her straightened herself, the world pulsed oddly, his head spinning and eyesight fogging.

"Sweetie. I feel sick." He heard Miri say, though it sounded far away and through cotton.

Then it felt like his stomach dropped through the floor as they were swallowed up by darkness. No sound, no sight, nothing as he floated through the darkness. He tried to call out her name, but no sound came from his lips and no air graced his lungs.

Then the darkness faded, only to be replaced by the sound of faint screams and cries, a ruined cityscape, haggard breathing and the cold crisp air of night. Miri sat in front of him, just as disheveled as he felt. Her eyes wide as she looked to their right He turned his head to where her gaze was, seeing a battered blonde man, covered in wounds and tattered suit of red, blue and yellow facing a man with a Darth Vader like mask in a pristine black suit. A helicopter flew above the makeshift clearing among the rubble and he could spot other various people around the edges.

Over all of this new information, he could hear one thing as clear as day.

The words sounded pulled from Miri. "Oh shit."