I adore my husband. Opening the door and seeing his cute face light up and a, "Welcome home, Nemuri!" makes my heart soar. The house is clean, the dishes are clean, every bit and every inch is spick and span.
And my husband is hot as hell.
That's the best part of coming home to him in my humble opinion. The way he gets so happy to see me. His blue eyes sparkle and his red hair (quickly whitening) is longer and soft as silk. He's wearing a close-fitting black turtleneck showing off his softening muscles.
"How was your day?" he asks, "I hope it was nice!" Just like that its almost like that fight he had with his brother and his new friends never happened.
"It wasn't, honey." I huff sinking into a chair, "Just... can I ask you something?" His expression immediately gets concerned mostly because the prepwork for the school year practically drained me half to death.
He kneels and grabs my hand, "Sure, anything."
"Can I fuck you?" I blurt, touching his rough cheek.
"Ooohhhh. No dinner first?" he asks, raising a perfect eyebrow and a sly smile, "Or are you hungry for me?" The way he says that is like he's completely innocent to how he makes me feel. I don't want to think anymore about what happened to me. About what I went through. Ripping off my white suit and letting him go to town on me.
Softly he works his way inward. The soft heat of his lips makes me almost melt down right then and there. His bright blue eyes sparkle with his flames but also just sheer joy. My cheeks heat up as he licks with an eager energy. He's got me shivering is like my first time and not even thinking about all the things I don't want to think about. I just rock my hips into his eager licking. Sopping wet not just from his tongue but just how hot he makes me feel.
"Good boy. Good boy..." I croon still focused on how good he's making me feel with waves of pleasure but the ruins keep popping up. Trying to drag Aizawa and Mic away and imagining the same with the kids I might be teaching.
Death shadows over me and all I can do is ignore it. Prospero's bloody face with it dyeing everything a crimson color. The mist of my quirk banishes those thoughts as I try to refocus but I can't help but think...
Maybe I bit off more than I can chew?
As it goes on I answer Koyurei's eager lovemaking with my own. Falling deep into the pleasure almost like it always needed to be there. My entire persona is centered on it and bleeds it. But when I come the wave crashes into me.
I can go for hours and hours just being with him. Having him inside me, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear or just telling him that I love him. Koyurei belongs with me but I can't help but feel like I'm pushing him too far.
His cheeks're bright red and his eyes are filled with so much affection that it feels almost like fire itself. Burning through all the crap and the bad feelings and basically saying that 'I have you. I'm never letting you go.'
That all the pain and the failures are far away and there's nothing to worry about. That I'm going to be alright and the warmth of him inside me makes the numbness feel so good. I can smile and I can show him I'm okay without any worries or issues.
Then he pulls out of me almost hesitantly, "Nemuri, is... is it okay if I cum inside this time?" His voice is the soft, panting, and love-drunk hiss I know and love. The one that tells me I'm doing my damnedest and making him so happy.
"Do it, baby. You're doing a good job already." I feel him slip back in and I look him dead in the eyes, "Don't worry... d-don't- ah!" his cum fills me and he pulls out for the rest, with it dripping on my skin and a laugh bubbling up from his throat.
"What's so funny, baby?" I ask.
"No, no, nothing's funny just- I'm a little nervous." he lays down beside me and I pull him close letting the moment cool down just a bit and settle.
"About?" I run my hands through his hair, and he looks up at me with a little nervous smile. In an instant my thoughts scream at him, 'Please don't leave me!' The little girl who saw her bloodied father limp out with a ruined bat and a smoking cigar still clamped between his teeth, the teenage girl who saw her older boyfriend get crushed by rubble and her mentor die miserably masking the pain with pills, and the woman I am now all scream that at once.
"About if you're gonna have a baby." Ah. There it is. The age old question answered by couples the world over. The question of having a baby is the ever-nerve wracking question. I search for the answer. The right one where he'd be happy to just roll over and go to sleep.
"Well, I'd be glad the baby would be yours at least." a smile is all I do and I cup his face with my hands, "Think of it this way, that baby would be us mixed together right?" His brow furrows and all I can think of is those beautiful eyes being part of whatever kid we have together.
My hair color, royal dark black-purple and that bright flaming red that would whiten. The hope that they're bright and cheery but also know what they wanted and knew their worth. One that had the soft youth of my husband and the stubborn force behind him that pushed him this far.
But my one wish is that if they're anything like us they'd be better.
"Yeah, they would." he answers.
"That means they can be whatever they want to be, we just have to guide them in a good way." I pull him down towards my chest, but he goes lower and kisses my stomach. The warm brush of his lips makes me shake a little.
Just the idea of having our love mixing inside me and becoming something that's well and truly new. But at the same time the same thought of the two of us making something happy out of our circumstances.
Gladly I fall asleep with the embrace of my husband lulling me happily to sleep. Just the idea of us having a baby makes my brain spin with some fear and a little excitement in its own way. But something deep down gives me a lot of pause though.
The way he was brutal in that fight against the Volcano Thieves and Dabi makes me shiver. The idea that my husband was inches from the raging fury of a blizzard at any given moment or the wrath of an endless inferno. He looked almost just like Endeavor. His blue eyes as cold as that ice he wore as armor. The snow and cold tumbling out of him like an open wound. Do I really want a baby living with that? My mind plays with that thought like a ball of yarn constantly flickering between wanting one and not.
Back and forth.
Again and again.
Waking up next to Nemuri is always a nice way to wake up in the morning but at the same time all I can think of is the fact that she was talking about having a baby. All I could think at that moment is that Dabi is still around with more firepower because he's got friends.
But she's in a safer place. Hell, the safest place she could be. The number one hero All Might is practically a bomb of a hero that would destroy any villains. But just in case I can't ever be too careful.
I run my hand through her hair and kiss her. She's going to be okay but all I can think about now is the fact that she's going to be safe now. She's going to be okay and I won't have to worry. Then my mind shifts to the idea of a baby and I freak out again. What kind of person would they become? Would I be a good dad? Would I fuck them up all over again and continue the same cycle? The only way to know is by letting it pass. Maybe I'll be a better father than I think I'd be.
I still lie here and hold my wife so there's that. Just the here and now and the wild future ahead. Whatever happens I'll be ready for it. Or as ready as one can be. I almost don't want the morning to come and it just be a very long night where she doesn't have to leave and I don't have to face what happened a day or so ago. But when I wake up it seems that its all over the news. That and the doorbell rings me out of my stupor with Nemuri stirring alongside me and fear courses through me just briefly until I look through the peephole, realizing its my sister.
Nemuri stumbles her way out of bed and drapes herself on top of me, "Go 'way... we don't want what you're sellin'..." I ease her off me but she sticks right by me, "C'mon back to bed, honey..."
Fuyumi comes in to see Nemuri sleepy and me wrapped in her arms. Her expression says so much without saying anything at all. 'Did I walk into an intimate moment?' 'Dear god I need my older brother's advice.' and my personal favorite, 'Are you okay?'
"Oh hey Fuyumi." I blurt and gently hold Nemuri away from me as she lets out a really out of character whine. She's being so clingy today and I don't get it at all. Fuyumi sits down on the couch and Sushi immediately trots out to butter her up for treats.
"What's the problem? Is it Dad? Or is it something else?" I ask as I sit down on the other side of the couch with Nemuri swinging herself into my lap. Fuyumi looks down at her knees.
"It's just... I think I saw him." she says, "He was at my school."
"Dabi." I snarl softly, "Did he do anything? Say anything?"
"No, I'm worried about you and it looks like Nemuri is too." she smiles and Nemuri squeezes me with a soft grunt in effort. I run my hand through her hair and my sister still looks like something is bothering her.
"Do you feel safe enough to be at work, Fuyumi?" I ask.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm thinking about maybe telling Dad to step up his investigation. I think he should..." she looks away, "I mean- I hope he takes it seriously, you know?"
"Sometimes it feels like he doesn't see me, so maybe this'll get him in gear." she smiles and her eyes meet mine. Of course we're both victims of this cycle of it going on and on and on again and again.
I'll remember.
That's why I survived.
Nemuri gets up and leaves us be to talk things out and Fuyumi lets out a strangled cry. I pull her into my arms and squeeze as my little sister wets down my sleeping shirt and cries because its fucked up that she even has to do something with hero work or get dragged in to even have our dad look in her direction.
She pushes herself off me and dries her eyes, "S-sorry. I'm fine now."
"You sure?" I ask, and she nods. Of course we're all tough but it still makes me think that we shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't be so tough and actually talk things out. That's just not how we were raised though.
I get to my feet and walk over to my bedroom, "Call dad and try to get him to do something. I'm gonna unfuck this situation." Fuyumi gets up to leave and Nemuri emerges from our door like a rising storm of concern and anger and affection all swirling around inside her.
"Nuh uh. No sir. You're not going anywhere." she grabs my shoulders, "Go sit down and spend the day here."
"Nemuri, I-" she cuts me off with a glare and I look down at my hands. They're trembling and scared. Shivering like a mad dog. Reactive. My sister came to me for help, why is Nemuri getting in the way of that?
I'm supposed to protect them. My siblings and my mom. If Dabi's going to hurt them it's going to be on me. Dad forsook his responsibility for them long ago the minute he decided to hurt them. The minute he looked at our small, still young faces, and decided to hurt us.
"Just think. Every time you go out there to fight Dabi he's always had the upper hand. He's set you back so much it hurts." she pulls me close, "Just leave it alone for now. You'll be okay."
"If I do then that gives him free reign to do whatever he wants to do, more families and innocent people will-" Nemuri cuts me off.
"I'm trying to keep you alive!" she snaps, "You're not a hero anymore. I don't know how many times I have to keep reminding you of it."
"This isn't about being a hero." I state, "This is about my family. If the same thing happened to Neruteno or Aikita you would do the same thing."
Nemuri backs off and rubs the sides of her forehead almost like she can't believe I'd go there, "I'm just trying to keep you away from what almost broke you, baby. Why can't you see that?"
Tears well in her eyes, "I've already lost enough people already. Don't be the next one." I reach out and hug her and she basks in my warmth for a bit. I close my eyes and breathe in the soft scent of her quirk letting it veil the pain of what I felt I had to do.
Even if I almost broke; my instincts keep telling me that something's wrong.
With her.
With this whole Dabi business.
Villains are out there and because of All Might there's this complacency. If I wasn't there fighting them, they'd melt down an entire city block to nothing but slag. I saved lives and- and...
I almost made my wife cry. I almost became the monster that stole the skin of my dad. My ice isn't what I think it is. It isn't used like my flames are. My flames are associated with the good feelings, the happy endings hence why I can fly with them. My ice is like the fury and the anger lashing out at the world for daring to spite me hence why I have armor and its so unrefined.
One is me overcoming my trauma, and the other is a child windmilling his arms trying to be big and tough like his father. But now?
I don't want to be tough.
My eyelids flutter closed... and I sleep.