Hi It’s Me Again, I’ve Been Working More So I Couldn’t Draw The Suit But I Did Draw What I Think

Greetings! I wanted to ask for some headcanons over mob having feelings for an esper reader who gets quite exhausted and dizzy when using her chronokinesis to stop time depending on her endurance. I more or so imagine mob carrying reader bridal style but would both be extremely flustered/embarrassed as they’re very inexperienced with relationships. I hope this isn’t a lot to ask! 😔 please and thank you.

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ don't worry you didn't ask to much, I actually like when people are specific about what they want.

Sorry it took so long only for it to be short.

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“This day will end when I say it can.”

A fight between an unknown esperer and mob broke out with you on the sidelines. You watched as mob was mercilessly beaten unconscious in many different ways as he didn't want to fight back.

I am so so sorry at how long this took. To much was happening at once

You don't know how many times you re-played this one moment.

That was until you got hit. You were to tired to block. All the times that you used your power taking a toll on you.

Mob was enraged.

.

.

.

When you woke up you were in mobs arms. Still in a daze you just stared up at not even realizing how he was carrying you. You pretended to stay asleep.

"Y/n?"

'Crap'

Opening you eyes you were met with mom's burning red face.

Now you were blushing too.

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A/n I might re-do this one because of how short it was and ever time I would try to write my brain wasn't branin' but I didn't just want to have it sitting in my drafts

for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics. Can I have a contusion for uzui and how s/o feels and what happens next thank you and have a great day/night

Refrence

You have a good day/night as well

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My first thought

Tengen will laugh it off

Suma cries over you

Makio and Gina make sure ur okay

You end up laughing it off and calling ur dad childish

My Second thought

Tengen laughs thinking it's a joke

Suma, Makio and Hina can tell your not happy and tried to comfort you

You call ur dad out for is favoritism for his adopted grandson rather than his actual son

He leave mad

Tengen apologies

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A/n I should've posted this later I forgot schools take phones. I don't give them my phone cause the last time I did they lost it.

Kokomi x child reader

Guard dog series

nickname: kokomi's guard dog

The soldiers had given you that name because for one you were a shiba hybrid being gorou's younger sibling and second you were hardly ever seen without kokomi.

Like today Kokomi had sen you off to deliver a letter to the Tenryou commission and by the archons you were going to deliver it no matter what was gonna get in the way.

First obstacle: Your brother

"here take this." Gorou made 4 rice balls for you and giving you rules since you where leaving for the day. You gladly took the rice balls and tried to tun off before he could give you a lecture but he grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"Not so fast. Don't get sidetracked and don't get all of them in one go you'll get a tummy ache." he started " Don't wonder off so much after you deliver the letter. I'm giving 100 mora to buy a treat or you can keep it if you want and finally be back by nightfall." He finished the lecture by ruffling your hair and pushing out of his tent.

And now your journey begins.

you had gotten a boat to narukami island, waving off to the sailor and thanking him as you continued your way to the Tenryou commissions headquarters.

Second obstacle: distractions

Walking into Inuzuma the first thing you see is Yoimiya outside her fathers shop entertaining kids. You started to walk over but stopped before the first steps shaking your head. 'no i can't stop now i have to deliver the letter.' you thought as you started to walk again.

"Hey, Y/n I haven't seen you in a while. The resistance keeping you busy huh?." Yoimiya said walking up to you with kids your age following.

"Hello, yep very busy. I was told to not get distracted so im sorry but i have to go." You wanted to stay a bit longer but you were told this was very important and to deliver the letter as fast as you could.

"Aw thats a shame well at least take these, we can light them the next time you come by." She gave you sparklers and a firework. You gladly took them and gave her a rice ball. You waved her off as you started on your way again.

"Hey guard dog!" You heard turning your head to see Itto. You tried walking faster but he got to you quickly walking in front of you to pick you up by your arms.

"Hey, where are you off to little bud." He said holding you to his side as he started walking in the same direction that you were going.

"To the Tenryou commission I-"

"woah woah hold up why are you going there."

"To deliver something for lady kokomi." You squiggled in his arms to be put down which he did. "I would love to stay but I have to go for now." You saluted him off as he said you could visit the gang whenever you were free.

You would've wanted to stay longer. You liked itto and his gang's company but they were to much of a distraction from your job.

You had to stay on track.

Obstacles overtaken

Finally making it to the tenryo commission you successfully delivered the letter when you ran into Thoma. Literally.

"Oh sorry about that." He pulled you up and brushed you off. "Couldn't see ya there."

"Hello Mr. Thoma. It's alright I'm fine."

"Oh it's you, Y/n. It's funny running into you here all by yourself." He said rubbing your ears.

"Yep I was sent by lady Kokomi to deliver a letter. I'm on my way back."

"Oh well before you go would you like come with me to the tea house I have something for you." You thought for a little while before agreeing.

Making it to the tea house Thoma lifted you to one of the stols in front of the bar and told you to wait there while he got your gift.

While waiting you decided to take out the 3 remaining rice balls giving one to Taroumaru, you ate one and planned to give the last one to Thoma.

Thoma came out with his hands behind his back. Coming up to you with a big smile on his face.

"Tada!" Thoma pulled out a back pack that matched your outfit. "Everytime I see you, you have a tattered bag so I thought you could use a new one."

You grabbed it hugging it to your chest. "Thank you Mr. Thoma. Your sewing looks perfecional." You look at him with stars in your eyes.

"Don't mention it it's the least I could do for someone who so young yet works so hard." You hopped off the chair giving him a hug and a rice ball.

You see the sun through one of the windows starting to go down. You having off to him as you run to the shores to find a boat.

Luckily you found one and got back to go round and Kokomi in time.

"Did you deliver the letter." Asked Kokomi kneeling down to your height putting a hand on your head. You nodded.

Mission successful: A++

@delicateray

part 1

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A lot has happened since you left. Geto became a cult leader while you were reported missing.

well, you were missing in the general public's eye at least. The only person who knew where you were was Shoko. Shoko found you crying in a playground the night Geto tried to kill you.

She took you to her get-away-place and told no one about it.

You threw away your phone and Shoko got you a burner.

Shoko took care of you for 2 weeks before Gojo found out. He was different from what you remembered.

Shoko - Sorry about him. He caught me by surprise

Gojo examined you like he had never seen you before.

Gojo - Everyone thinks you're dead... They think Geto killed you.

You - I mean he tried to

There was an awkward silence before gojo patted your head and promptly left.

You - what's up with him?

Shoko - the same thing that's wrong with you.

You - It it wrong that I think he's right?

Shoko - No. I mean I understand his way of thinking but it's un ethical

You - but what if it could be done... ethically?

It sounded more like a question than anything. You still love Geto and want to help him. I mean he's taking care of 2 girls while leading a cult he needs help.

As wrong as it feels you wanted to help him and you were going to find a way to do so.

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Law x reader fluff (established relationship, slight angst to fluff/nothing serious, slightly suggestive)

This is for you POOKIE @berryghostbunny but remember law is mine

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"Law how long are you planing on staying in here." You questioned from the opposite side of the desk as him.

"Until I'm done... You don't have to wait for me."

You pouted but he didn't notice.

You huffed and stomped out of his office hoping that he'll at least try and follow you to your shared room. Instead, you were met with Bepo trying to cheer you up but it didn't help.

Instead, he lulled you to sleep with stories of when he and law were little.

.

.

In the morning you were awoken by an arm moving up and down your waist, squeezing gently in certain places. You moaned and tried to turn around, but he gripped your waist and pulled you against him.

"Law?~"

"I'm sorry, love." He whispered against your neck, leaving small kisses.

"No you're not. You're gonna do it again tomorrow." You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his grip was too strong.

"Doesn't mean I can't be sorry about making you wait for me."

"That's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because you know how important sleep is yet you hardly ever. It's stupid... You're stupid." You muttered the last part, relaxing in his grip.

"I know," He kissed the back of your neck, "I'll make it up to you." He rolls over to be on top of you. He starts kissing your cheek and slowly moving to your neck before you stopped him.

Pushing him onto his back while you straddle him you whisper, "you better, Captain."

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I love this 💀

“ COME ON, HAITHAM! ” You called out, while the gray haired male follows you to Apam Woods.

As soon as you heard that it has mysteriously lost its seemingly-endless rainy weather, you immediately wanted to check it out.

“ Geez, could you be any slower.. ” You complained to your lover, Al-Haitham.

“ At least I don't run around wasting my energy. Who knows what could come out of the corner. ” “ You sound like a real fun killer, you know. ”

“ Plus, this is the one of the rare times I actually take a break from my research. So you better be grateful! ” You stated, as a mild smile was seen at the Scribe's face.

“ Oh, and also.. Wanna know a secret? ” You invited the male, curiosity peeking through the corner.

“ WAKE UP. ”

Rounds of panicked breaths were heard through the bedroom, the Scribe's chest heaving up and down.

Oh, right.

It was a dream.

He forgot that you fell off a cliff because of the wet grass (and you running around like a headless chicken).

Idiot.

what about... yokai? yeah, oni are yokai but yokai in general since yokai is a pretty generalized term and not all are oni

Yokai scares me more than Oni from what I've heard at least

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧 [ 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨, 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤, 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 ]

@aroundsometimes

AHHH I’m so, so sorry this took so long, school started again and it hit me like a bitch 😭😭

Hope you enjoy this Diluc piece, I definitely didn’t. I also hope I captured the vibe of the song correctly (once again, definitely didn’t) but that’s ok. Sorry if you didn’t want this to be a romance, I tried to keep it a generic as possible in case you didn’t, and finally, thank you for being my first ever request!!

Anyways, enough of my yapping. On with the show.

❝ That I'd be Anywhere that you are That you are ❞

Diluc is busy. Between duties as the infamously dubbed ‘Darknight Hero’, or everyday ones as Master Diluc or Angel Share’s bartender, his schedule is always packed. Regardless of the circumstances, it’s always taken his utmost effort to keep his day running smoothly without fail.

Of course, the universe has other ideas for the pyro user, because the one day all he’s doing is tending to the vineyard, you crash his plans. Quite literally.

You fall out of the sky, landing on one of the empty wooden carts — and thankfully not getting impaled on a fence. It takes a single glance to see the ice encrusted on your feathers, stiffening them up and weighing them down. Work of the Fatui, Diluc’s mind supplies immediately. Scum.

He moves to help — why wouldn’t he lend a hand to those targeted by the same filth he has been? Especially when the issue can be fixed so quickly with his vision and resources?

Unfortunately for him, it’s you that’s the problem.

“Don’t touch me.” You practically snarl and crawl away, wings arching as you tremble from the effort of keeping them extended in what he assumed was an attempt at keeping him at arms — or wings — length.

The action exposes your very human torso and legs, barely covered by a few stray feathers and scraps of surprisingly clean cloth, like a much more respectable hillichurl. But Diluc keeps his eyes on your face, excluding a simple glance for weapons and other injuries.

How strange. His face feels hot— hotter than usual as he meets your piercing gaze.

“I’m not going to—“

“Quiet.”

He’s cut off by your voice, it’s sharp and clipped, but just soothing enough to lull him into silence. If it were nicer words you were saying, perhaps he’d be… hypnotised. In a way.

He takes the brief moment to take you in, eyes flickering to your wings — broken and covered in small holes that can only be from the shards from an icy explosion, and to your eyes — cold and guarded as you stare him down, as if he’s the one who tried to hurt you.

The silence stretches in between the two of you, both locked in a staring contest and neither making a move to break it. It’s almost like you’re both trying to gouge each other’s soul simply by looking.

With more effort than he thought necessary, Diluc gets his mouth to move. “I hardly believe you can order me, when it’s my property you’ve crashed into, while injured.”

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say.

You practically hiss at him, your wings flaring to full size as you stumble backwards and try to bring yourself back up — to your feet, rather than on your knees.

“I don’t care.” Your voice is almost too hoarse to be heard over the pounding of blood in Diluc’s ears. 

You’re in pain, obviously, and the strain of speaking must’ve hurt more than it would’ve done any good. He has to resist the urge to rush over and help. You wouldn’t appreciate it, judging by your reaction to his approach before. Though he admits it was rather… insensitive.

“You are a fool, not to fear me.” You’re swaying when you take a step forward, one of your legs nearly giving out as you drag your legs. “I’ve crushed men under my fingers like they were nothing but ants, hunted them for sport. Torn them apart.”

Diluc doesn’t back down, staying silent in his position as he reaches back, summons his claymore—

And promptly throws it to the side. Out of arm's reach. It’s clear you aren’t going to last much longer, and he’d rather not have his eyes scratched out when you awake.

Your gaze, although slightly hazed over from what Dilic can assume is a concussion, flicker to his blade, then back to him. That same piercing gaze that had him frozen in place moments before, except now it’s more… confused. More wary, as you shift to stand still, no longer trying to make a break for it.

“What are you doing?” There’s a waiver to your voice, and your wings shake slightly, like you’re struggling to hold them up — which you are.

It’s not like there’s immediate trust. You’re still cautious, ready to fight until passing out, but you’re also smart enough to know you won’t last long enough to do real enough damage to escape.

So you’re still as Diluc takes a few steps forward.

“I can help you. Just let me.”

For someone who has fought for their life dozens more times than a normal human could ever wish for, the words come out easily. They’re true in a way, a promise he’s willing to keep. Though the words are much more sincere than usual, a gentle tone he usually never uses, except for—

Your wings fold around yourself, shaking slightly and trembling from the effort. “No.”

But your wings droop and the sound is loud in Diluc’s ears as you stagger forwards again, eyes half lidded. It’s only a few more moments before you collapse, body almost hitting the dirt instead of his arms as a shaky breath rattles your lungs.

He doesn’t hesitate to catch you in his arms, scooping you up bridal style and making sure not to hurt you any more than you already are. He’s careful, almost too cautious, like he’s holding a bomb instead of an injured person.

Despite you being far from human, you’re light. Almost too light, which doesn’t bode well — has it been a while since you’ve been able to eat? Was it just your wings that are heavy and make you seem bulkier?

He knows birds have light bodies to fly, and though you look healthy and human, it could apply to you.

“I don’t trust humans.” You grit out, trying to squirm out of his hold, and Diluc is somehow compelled to agree, even through surprise. Why not monsters? Though, with your wings it’s clear you are one yourself, Diluc has always subconsciously thought of you as more… refined. Perhaps you’re more humanistic than they are.

He ignores how his first thought was more ‘beautiful’.

“Well,” Diluc lets a crude, bitter smirk twist his lips as he looks down at you. “It’s a good thing I’m called an inhuman bastard then.”

“Hurt me and you die.”

Despite the sleep threatening to pull you under, you remain awake as he treats you, intent on making good on your word. But…

He's gentle. Not enthusiastic, nor openly interested in becoming friends, but there’s a subtle tenderness in his hands as he works to gently thaw the ice, so as to not shock your wings.

Some maids come in, trays of steaming, hearty food piled onto the plates. Mond’s finest, you’re sure. They look happy as well, to be of service. As if being at someone’s beck and call was worth celebrating. You don’t understand it.

Diluc assures you that you don’t need to.

“What are you?” He asks absentmindedly as his hand holds a steady flame near the edge of your wing, never extinguishing despite the vapour behind produce from the ice. 

It’s clear Diluc doesn’t mind being in the dark as to your species, but it’s equally obvious to him that you’re fighting to stay awake. So, talking helps. And he’d rather a passé you now, than an aggressive one later.

… and he couldn’t deny the curiousity, not to your origin, but you in general. “I’ve never seen someone half bird before.”

Your shoulders stiffen, teeth clenched together at his question. It takes several seconds for you to decide whether to answer, gaze dropping to your lap as you try to ignore how your cheeks are starting to heat up.

It’s not fair, that he can rile you up in a way you’ve never felt before. You’ve always been… distant from other beings. You’re not used to this.

Maybe it’s the fever talking. The sickness has you less than eager to argue.

“A harpy.” You rasp, voice hoarse from the effort of getting the words out. “One who mimics the eagle.”

“I thought so.” He nods, eyes flicking to you before studiously turning back to your icy  feathers. 

“Really?” You scoff, tearing off a piece of chicken with a claw and shoving it in your mouth to keep yourself awake just that little bit longer. “Didn’t think harpies were common in the city of freedom.” Or Teyvat.

“Not harpies.” Diluc corrects softly. He picks up a fork and arranges a bite, holding it up to your mouth when you swallow your previous. “Eagles.”

“You like them?”

“I have one as a…” Diluc struggles to find the right word, his brain suddenly all too focused on the way your lips wrap around the utensil. “A pet, of sorts.”

Your eyes glimmer with something positive for once, whether it’s the carefully prepared food or the mention of another eagle, he doesn’t know. But… well, he’d like for that look to stay for just a little while longer.

“Would you like to meet him?” He chances to ask.

“Yes.” You nod. The speed almost makes you dizzy.

You try to keep the eagerness out of your answer, but that one word comes out in a flurry, more like a plea than an agreement. It’s almost embarrassing, how much you want to see him. The eagle, that is.

You ignore the way Diluc’s lips quirk up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile. 

You’re soft with the bird, paying Diluc no mind as he continues to heal your wings. It’s barely ten minutes when he’s done— and sure, the meal you were supposed to eat had been fed to (name), and you’ve already succumbed to sleep, but Diluc can’t find it in himself to care.

When you wake, it’s awkward. Humans had always been untrustworthy, and suddenly one shows up and puts that entire worldview on its head.

It’s not as if you suddenly trust all of humanity, you convince yourself, just that this one happens to be an outlier. One who saved you and fixed the one thing that made you able to live as your species.

The next time Diluc visits you, this time holding a tray himself, he’s met with a stammered, awkward apology from a very much healthier harpy. It’s… almost cute.

From then on, your relationship is much better. The status of acquaintances is quickly upgraded to friendship when you sample the food he’s brought you, finally able to appreciate the quality now that you weren’t half dead.

Of course, you’re not made to be kept inside. You go your separate ways not long after, but you pop in occasionally, though without warning, as it’s much more fun to see his surprise when you appear.

From strolls through the vineyard to Diluc neglecting his customers so he can engage in rare conversation with you in Angel Share, it’s rare for the townsfolk to see Diluc so happy and not think ‘where’s the harpy?’ 

Your conversations are sweet, with the common banter and occasional awkward side hugs and chivalrous gestures. So, when Diluc sees you fight, manipulating anemo to your will without the use of a vision, he’s shocked, unable to focus on anything but your agile form expertly manoeuvring through the enemies and striking them down.

When he hears you fight, he doesn’t. Bor does he hear the end of the continuous apologies from you— it’s not your fault you didn’t realise how fragile human ears were. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You say sheepishly, head bowed as you bob up and down on the cart Diluc pushes you on. The exact same one you crushed when you first met. It’s fixed now, and just slightly nicer looking than the rest.

“It’s fine.”

Diluc waves a hand, eyes glancing between you and the road as his voice stays level. Though, on the inside, his head is pounding, blood rushing through his veins until he can hardly focus on anything but the sound of his own heart. 

It rings in his ears like a bell, loud and obnoxious. He’s thankful that no one has seen him yet — who knows what the townspeople would think if they saw their reclusive ‘Darknight Hero’ in such a state.

Then again, his maid (Adelinde) walking in on him getting splashed with grape juice to carefully make a certain bottle of liquor — one you may or may not be currently indulging him — which is also just as humiliating.

He doesn’t exactly do camaraderie.

“If you say so.” You hum, raising a wing to block the sun. A stray feather floats down into his hair, and Diluc silently thinks it would make a good keepsake. “… Thank you, Diluc.”

He blinks, eyes wide and confused. It’s kind of adorable. “Why the sudden gratitude?”

You shrug, averting your gaze to the sky. If you were to maintain eye contact any longer, shyness would be inevitable. “Just felt like it.” 

“… You don’t need to thank me.”

And he means it. Despite how you had practically barged into his work, injured and distrustful and ready to rip his throat open, he looks forward to your strange, unannounced appearances.

Sometimes he’ll find himself zoning out, wondering if you’re doing well, how your wings are healing up or just staring at the ceiling in his office, contemplating the way your eyes shone as you met his gaze.

You’ve managed to worm your way into his head… and perhaps his heart. One he had thought died with Crepus. 

“From the very bottom of my heart, I thank you too.”

Hi there. How are you doing?

I wanted to ask if you could do one about the hashiras meeting a new hashira (if it's not much trouble could you do a Male reader).

This hashira uses the Nature breathing (I took a quiz for a fanmade breathing style and this is what I got. If you don't want to write for this breathing you can use other one).

Maybe you can write about the firts impressions about this new hashira.

Thanks so much and I hope it's not much trouble

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I'm doing well, (๑`✪̤◡✪̤)◞ღԵհɑղƘՏღ for asking. I hope you are well too.

Can you send me the quiz i kinda wanna take it

demon slayer masterlist

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rengoku

He respected your hard work and unique breathing style

he would offer to train you and polish your skills

he would treat you like a younger sibling

tengen

He loves the fact that you made a new breathing style

His wives sometimes invite you over for dinner

sanemi

he doesn't like you at first

He may warm up to you overtime

just don't bring up him and genya's relation

obanai

he also doesn't like you

but unlike sanemi, you can't warm up to him

instead you have to show him why your a hashira

show him your strength

then he'll atleast be sorta friendly

he would never treat you how he treats giyuu tho

gyomei

i feel like you would know him long before you were a Hashira

like you would've been his tsuguko

He is so proud of all the work you have done but it also worried that you won't come back after a mission

He has buried enough children and hopes that you won't be another one

muichirou

(before he regained his memories)

wouldn't care

constantly asking who you were and why you were at every hashira meeting

(after)

he would be a whole lot nicer

but remind him of your name

giyuu

he finally has a someone to talk to

You sit next to him at every mission

Tou stand up from him when obanai and sanemi talk bad about him

you visit his estate alot

shinobu

idk why but I feel like she wouldn't care that your a hashira, instead she care more about your health

like when you come back from missions she would insist that you need a check-up even when you don't have a scratch on you

mitsuri

she loves everything about you

she can't wait for a mission with you to see how strong you are

if you ask her to train with you she 100% would and you would get man handled

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😭

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌. (𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. }

Soo I read somewhere that old war nurses were told to never show their negative emotions when the soldiers were dying sooo lemme present to you…

Izuku who bursts through your door, hand barely covering the fist sized hole overtaking his abdomen, splotches of blood paints his deathly paling face and as he tries to speak a spurt of blood leaves his mouth and he coughs.

You frantically led him towards your couch, he’s been like this for too long he doesn’t have much time left and you know this, but mentally your brain isn’t ready.

You’re trying to calm yourself and check him out, then you hear him speak. “‘M sorry bout the mess was ‘posed t’ come home earlier.” A trail of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, he doesn’t have much time left you try to remind yourself putting on an act as you both sit on the couch.

Your eyes glossy, lips slightly trembling as you clear your throat, he doesn’t need to see you like this. “A-ah y-yea baby it’s fine, you came back home. That’s all that matters.”

He softly smiles and you mimic him, your tear ducts filling. “O-oh d-did you get a c-chance to make dinner?” He coughs violently, your eyes widened at the amount of blood that now covers his scarred, busted palm. “Sorry love b-but I-im feeling kinda sleepy.”

His eyes have lost their shine, the tears now flood down your face silently, your lips managed a mangled smile, he really doesn’t have much time left. He looks up still coherent enough to see your tears.

“Why’re ya c-crying love?” You shook your head from side to side kissing his forehead a few tears falling on him. “‘M just happy you’re home baby.” A mix of a laugh sob left your mouth as he mutters a soft ‘oh.’

You can tell he’s getting weaker, his arms laid by his side and he felt heavier, you cradled his head kissing his cheek, you see him try to form a smile. You don’t mind the burgundy/crimson liquid leading from the front door, pooling on the couch as you situated his nearly lifeless body on the couch, his head in your lap he let out a sound of comfort looking up at your smile, his face feels so heavy to him but he’s sure he’s smiling back.

“You’re so pretty…I love you.” You struggle to choke back a sob as more tears fell. “T-thank you baby I love you too. U-um how bout you t-take a nap I’ll w-wake you when dinner’s ready h-hmm? H-how that sound?”

He feels you kiss his lips feeling himself fading as he tries to nod he lets a soft ‘okay’ letting out a sigh of relief as he’s finally able to rest his heavy burning eyes.

Five minutes of shock passes through you and you tremble and wail, your now cold lover dead in your lap, a perspicuously faint smile on his face.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅