Heya! I'm back for now with some little one-off stories on the side. I know, I know, I've got to go back to my other in-progress works, but I loved this rarepair too much to put it down! Happy reading!

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"i really hope the baby has your quirk, wouldn't that be nice?" fuyumi asked sora. it'd been night for a long time, in their apartment hidden away from heroes and villains. they were the only ones awake in the entire complex, even, their boy down for another hour at least. she admired his cute little eyes, just like his father's, though she wondered if he might need glasses-

"-no."

"hmm?" she could barely keep her eyes open, but she was curious. sora never really talked about his own quirk much, but he said it had something to do with his job. the one he quit shortly before they'd started dating, though his eyes always looked elsewhere when he spoke of it. was he ashamed of his quirk? "sora, you know there's nothing about you i could ever hate. i know what it's like to feel...less. and i'd never let you feel like that, okay?"

sora didn't respond. it was too dark to tell where his gaze lay, but she felt his arms shrivel away from where her own had been placed. the air around them grew colder.

"...you can't promise something like that." his voice, muffled from the blankets, sounded cough-like. a hacking, sick thing he needed off his chest. "i'm glad, though. you really can't...my quirk is...it's...ummm..."

"...it's...?"

"it's more of a, heh, sickness. i should've told you sooner, but we were having so much fun. i don't want you to hate me for this. hehe." laughter grew like a sob in his throat. "hehe. our son's quirk will be the death of him."

"what?" fuyumi nearly tore the covers off. "what did you say?"

"my quirk is a mutation. it's this thing where, i have to eat. constantly. if i don't, my body kinda just..." he popped from under the blankets then, a ghost's smile on his face. he gestured to one of his skinny arms, even more corpse-like in its veiny, pale appearance. she finally understood why he was always so tired when she heard a bone-rattling sigh escape him. the effort of getting out of bed seemed too much for him. "i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry i didn't tell you this before we...you know."

the entire time she'd been silent. he waited for her, his eyes more closed than she'd ever seen, but infinitly more sad. guilt swallowing his anxiety until it digested itself into a neat little depressed spark in his eyes. she said nothing.

until she started whispering.

"sora. sora. sora. i can't promise you anything, but i will, anyways. our son is not going to die. even with your quirk, you're still here-"

"-it's different. it's so different and i'm so sorry 'yumi but i'm gonna kill our son. it's all my fault. it's all my fault with my cursed quirk and my diseased mind. he was right, he was right i should've-"

"sora! let me finish, sora." the covers wrinkled as she rapidly turned to him, a fire in her eyes so bright it shone through her glasses. "my quirk is exactly the damn same!"

"..what?"

"ooop! sorry for cursing, teehe. what i meant was that you're not alone in this! i didn't say anything then, because i hadn't wanted you to worry. i'd forgotten what my mom had went through to even have me. the sacrifices, the pain, my father. my only focus was the birth of our healthy child. but, i need to tell you this now: my quirk runs so cold it burns me from the inside out."

the silence came upon the room like an unwelcome itch. she sat straight up, the cold fogging every puff of breath she took arching herself into his view next to her. her tiredness had been replaced by a nagging pit in her stomach.

it was always that way with them. they had been through identical things, but they couldn't even talk about it without finding that wall, that line that neither pain could cross. she'd been hoping one day they could put their dead lives behind them, especially for their baby, but...

...maybe it was good he didn't know how burns felt. and maybe it was good she'd never have a face to what sora called Him. the man who'd saved him. the man who's name he'd scream out in a nightmare, clawing at his throat and heaving so bad she couldn't always stop the angry marks on his neck. maybe it was good that fuyumi was away on bed-rest due to their recent child's birth otherwise she'd surely shatter Him like glass if she saw Him.

maybe they'd break that wall once they faced their quirk's unknown.

she stared at the lump under the covers in-waiting. he was still breathing. awake. fuyumi could shake him, get his attention by hitting the blankets, but she didn't want to force him. the best thing she could offer him was patience.

by the time he popped out again both their eyes were tired. red at the edges with a little more sadness than sleep brought. she thought she saw his skin brighten once they made contact, but that could've the cold's consequences on her glasses.

"you are so beautiful. i am so, so sorry."

"there's nothing to be sorry about, sora." a yawn broke through without permission. "sora, you are the most beautiful thing on the planet because you are human, sora. your quirk does not define you."

his eyes seemed watery, but that could've been her glasses.