Just You And Me

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just you and me

thirty one - just you and me

sometimes, life doesn’t go as planned. you can have all lists in the world that tells you what you’re supposed to do in life, that doesn’t mean that life won’t change. schedules won’t work as they did and your sleep may slowly but surely not be something you look forward to.

lee heeseung ruined your schedule, and for the first time you liked some change in routine. you loved being around him every day, hugging him, kissing him, talking to him. everything that you two did together made everything worth it, but of course, he started to not be as warm-hearted.

there are people who change for the worse in a relationship, they become toxic, and even though that may not be the case with heeseung, it still hurts. he hasn’t hugged you for so long and you haven’t heard his voice for days.

this is also why you, hours ago, were standing outside his house, waiting for the door to open after your three knocks. your heart wasn’t beating at its normal pace, it was beating faster for every second that passed by and it felt like it stopped when the door opened.

“y/n! we haven’t seen you for so long! welcome in, welcome in,” his mom pulled you in for a warm hug as soon as she saw you. the hug made tears form in your eyes, but you tried to think them away and instead walked inside the house.

“hi, i was just looking for heeseung, is he home?” you loved his mom, of course you did and you could talk to her for long if you wanted to, but you had to speak to heeseung.

“i think he’s in his room, been there for days now. he will be happy to see you,” you smiled at her and took off your shoes before walking to heeseung’s room.

the door wasn’t locked and if you knocked, he wouldn’t have let you in, so instead you just opened the door slowly as your heart was beating out of your chest. that’s also when you were met with a sight you didn’t expect.

there he was, on the floor, curled into a ball with his chin leaning on his knees as he was uncontrollably sobbing. his entire body was shaking and his face was filled with tears, something you would never have expected.

“leave,” he stuttered out but you knew that you couldn’t leave him like this. he looked so small where he sat, he didn’t look like he usually did when the two of you would be together. his face was pale and his lips had been bleeding earlier, probably from biting them.

“you know i can’t leave you now,” you mumbled as you walked towards him. he tried to push you away when you sat down in front of him but you didn’t move an inch. he now tried to hide his face because of all the tears coming out, you didn’t know why he was crying this much, but you knew that your heart was breaking by seeing him like this.

so instead of just sitting there, you wrapped your arms around him. he was shaking in your arms but you tried your best to calm him down by rocking the two of you back and forth while also playing with his messy hair.

his face was hidden in the crook of your neck and he held onto you tightly, continually grabbing fistfuls of your sweatshirt to keep you close to him. “it’s okay, take some deep breaths for me, okay?” you asked and he nodded his head. his breaths fanned against your shoulder as he took some deep breaths but you only kept trying to help him. “wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

heeseung pulled away a little so you could take a look at him. his eyes were red because of all the crying and his cheeks were completely wet, so you tried to wipe all the tears away with your thumbs while waiting for an answer.

“i’m really sorry y/n. i’m so sorry for hurting you like i did and i know that it has happened before and i hate myself for that and i can’t blame you for it at all. i’m sorry for lying to you, but i have actually been pretty busy. i really don’t want to lose you y/n,” he told you, his voice still shaky but not too much.

“hee,” you whispered, still wiping his tears away but he shook his head as to tell you that he wanted to say some more things.

“i shouldn’t have ignored you, i shouldn’t have been so cold and sunghoon made me realize how stupid i’ve been, but i have so much to learn and i’m sorry for taking so much out on you. i know that i should know better, but i’ll be honest and say that i really didn’t know better. and i’m really sorry-“

“hee, i get it and i forgive you. what i don’t understand is why you’ve been acting this way, it can’t just come out of nowhere.”

“i didn’t want you to expect anything,” heeseung said as he took a paper from the floor and gave it to you. “i have been busy writing this and i thought that you would suspect something if i was too clingy on you. but what i did was really shitty and if i could to it over again i would change what i did.”

“am i allowed to read this?” you asked and the boy in front of you nodded his head. his arms stayed wrapped around you while you quietly read his long letter.

that’s also when tears began to form in your eyes again but this time you allowed them to slip down your cheeks. heeseung comfortably rubbed your back until you threw your arms around him and began to cry into his chest.

“no, please don’t cry,” he tried to tell you while stroking your back and this time you were the one who couldn’t stop crying. you pulled him close as he pressed kisses on top of your head. “i had planned on doing something more romantic and then ask you to be my girlfriend but i didn’t really have time for that now that you came,” he chuckled, looking much happier when you looked up at him.

“you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“yes, but if i’ve fucked it up, that’s okay-“

“no, i want to be your girlfriend hee. just don’t do this again, ryujin will probably come over and slap you again,” your giggles filled the room and heeseung rolled his eyes but still smiled.

“so, you’re my girlfriend now,” he said and you nodded your head eagerly before he crashed his lips with yours in a soft kiss. it wasn’t a long one but he pressed kisses all over your face afterwards.

“your cheek is still bruised,” you then pointed out, your lips found his cheek and you then began to leave kisses all over it. “i’m really sorry about that.”

“i deserved it, so don’t worry. i’ll just tell everyone that i was in a fight to seem cool,” he told you with a giant smile all over his face. “i love you y/n.”

“i love you too heeseung.”

you didn’t let go off each other after this and well, heeseung actually did do better after this event. but what was said in that letter? you’ll find out.

‘to y/n.

hi, i don’t know how to write letters and i’ve tried to rewrite this for days now but i hope this isn’t too shitty. i don’t know if you’ll ever get this letter because i’m an idiot but if you do get this, hi.

i don’t know why i had never noticed you before, but i’m happy that i finally did when i saw you at the cafe, i fell in love with you immediately, that’s not a lie i promise. i couldn’t stop talking about you and sunghoon was probably ready to fight me right there and then.

i also remember our first kiss very well, and the fact that i ran out of there makes me want to punch myself in the face. but i promise that our first kiss felt amazing, at least while we were kissing because i don’t know what was going on in my mind when i ran off. still very sorry about that.

you make me too nervous, i swear to god i don’t think i’ve ever been calm around you because no matter what we do, you always make me nervous and i don’t get how you do it. it also makes me very happy to know that you like me because i would never expect that. it also makes me very happy to walk around with you in school hand in hand to show everyone that we’re together even though we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend yet. but if it all goes well i hope you’ll be my girlfriend after reading this letter.

i’m not very good at telling you how i feel, but i honestly love you so much, like a lot more than you could ever think. my worst fear is losing you, i don’t know what i would do if i did lose you because you’re the biggest comfort in my entire life and i hope that i’m a comfort to you too. i really want to make you happy, and i know that i still doubt myself a lot but i want to be good for you.

i want to make you as happy as you make me, i want to look after you as good as you look after me. you’re also too nice to me, i think you should know that because i could do whatever and you’d forgive me, stop with that because i make mistakes too!!!

i want to write so much more but i think it’s better to tell you all those things one day in the future, i also have cramp in my hand right now. but thank you for being the best person on this earth and for being who you are, because i love you for that.

thank you for making me feel safe. every time you’ve wanted to cheer me up you really have succeeded, you have some type of effect on me that i can’t really explain. every time i’m around you i’m just immediately happy because all those people around us just disappear, when i’m with you it’s just you and me.

-your heeseung’

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↣ synopsis: lee heeseung is well known as the popular boy in school. he is a great dancer, has got the looks and knows almost everyone, so how could he like you? a student, working at a cafe who prefers to be lowkey and only talks to her friends. well, only he would know, but did his heart choose to like the wrong person when there’s so many other people that would fall in love with him?

↣ pairing: heeseung x f!reader

↣ genre: smau, high school au, fluff, angst, some humor

↣ warnings: cursing

↣ author’s note: so, the last chapter!!!! i hope you’ve liked it and i’m sorry for making it so short but you know, mental health issues. but a new smau will be out 15/4 and you can find it in my navigation <3 thank you for reading!!

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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

sakusa can feel it the moment he takes the cold glass away from his lips, he’s made a mistake somehow. he’d angered some god, or maybe he’s being cursed by all the bug’s he’s swatted and sprayed- either way, he immediately starts profoundly apologizing to them in his head as he holds down the urge to hiccup loudly in front of the other members of his team. he doesn’t want to deal with what will follow, doesn’t want to hear anything from any of their mouths.

“you alright, omi?” the redhead to his right asks, leaning over the table to get a better look at the taller mans uncomfortable expression. this, of course, brings all the eyes in the booth to him the annoyance starting to mix into his face and making it even harder to hold his breath.

“what’s the matter, omi-omi?” bokuto chirps from his seat, eyes wide. his seat mate barely has a moment to open and blabber the same question before sakusa loses the battle to his body’s need for breath and he lets one small hiccup slip past his lips.

please, god, he thinks the second all of their faces, in unison, become ones of amusement.

“holding your breath didn’t get rid of them?” hinata asks, bewildered but smiling all the same.

“you gotta eat salt!” the golden eyed one snatches up the salt shaker, dumping some into his palm.

“nah, you gotta get scared.” atsumu shakes his head as if the others were so obviously wrong, and he wasn’t. “c’mon let’s go see the bathroom of the bar next door, that should do it.”

“absolutely no- hic.” kiyoomi brings a palm over his mouth, cheeks burning as he starts squeezing his eyes closed, another hiccup makes his chest jump, and another.

“i didn’t even know you could get hiccups.” the blonde speaks despite all of the darker haired man’s praying that he would suddenly lose the ability to do so.

“google says to put your knees to your chest!” comes from his side again, like sakusa would actually curl in on himself in a busy restaurant.

“oh, i guess you’re supposed to eat sugar-”

“a lemon!” hinata nearly yells, pointing at the drink across from the poor agonized man.

“don’t worry, i’ll save you, omi-omi.” atsumu loudly sticks his hand inside his drink, pulling the yellow slice out and handing it over, dripping the tea all over the wood in front of them.

“i’m not taking- hic.”

and just as another hiccup comes, you seem to suddenly appear. one small hand on his shoulder as you lean down to press your lips to his temple. smiling softly as you stand back up straight, eyes moving from your boyfriend to the table of his friends, salt, a puddle of tea and phone scattered across it.

“what’s going on here?” you ask, smile spreading wildly as you start to giggle. sakusa takes the time you spend talking with the other men to start gathering his things, ready to make his exit before his night can drag on any more.

“a bad case of the hiccup’s.” the blonde does his best to look sympathetic, like a doctor giving a serious diagnoses. he shakes the sticky liquid from his hand before plopping a bit of the lemon into his mouth to chew on.

“you fixed him!” bokuto smiles when sakusa fails to hiccup once again. “so, the cure to hiccups is true love’s kiss.” 

“it’s just like the movies.” hinata’s head falls into his palm, smiling softly at you both. you smile back until your boyfriend’s arm drapes around your waist, ready to tug you from the conversation.

“we’ll be going.” he starts, quick to dismiss himself and you along with him.

a forced ‘hic.’ comes from behind you the second the two of you start to turn, followed by a pitiful call of your name.

kiyoomi’s head snaps back to the blonde he knew it had to have had come from. “suffer.”

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Dilf!Deku x Babysitter!reader

Day 19 of Ficmas

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A/n: This was supposed to be a quick hc... but I might've gotten kinda carried away

Okay, but Dilf!Deku who sees you babysitting at the pool and is completely in awe of you. Like he can barely take his eyes off you, but he can’t even seem to work up the courage to do more than give you that awkward smile.

Dilf!Deku who is beyond grateful when his sons beg him to come play Marco Polo with them and the kids you’re babysitting. He can hear them making deals with you across the pool- something like ‘I promise I’ll eat all of my vegetables tonight if you’re it first!’ And he quickly agrees to play, hoping you’ll do the same- which you do.

And being the sweetheart he is, Deku saves you from having to be it by volunteering. The sweet, grateful smile you shoot him before he closes his eyes and starts counting is now permanently ingrained in his brain. He becomes so busy trying to think of other ways to smile that he forgets what number he was supposed to be counting to– it was only supposed to be 10, but he’s somewhere in the 20s before his sons end up splashing him.

He can hear your voice clearly– knows exactly where you are. And yet he saves you for last just so he has an excuse to keep his hands wrapped around your waist a second longer than necessary. Your skin is so soft beneath his hero work-hardened hands.

Dilf!Deku who gets all blushy and suddenly forgets how words work as your hands smoothly over his shoulders. You slip behind him, using him as a shield from the children. He’s too busy thinking of how your touch leaves his skin burning that he doesn’t even consider you might use him as a sacrifice.

And when you two finally have a moment alone, the first words he can muster are, “you have beautiful kids.” He thinks he’s slick, but you notice the way his eyes devour you as he says it. And as much as you may want to take the compliment, you tell him they’re not yours- which he just takes as you meaning they’re adopted. “Oh, you’re really good with them- how long have you had them?”

Dilf!Deku who absolutely loses his shit when you tell him your a babysitter– immediately asking to babysit for him. And immediately apologizing for asking because he doesn’t want you thinking that’s the only reason he’s talking to you. But when you agree, he starts apologizing for the dopey look on his face.

Dilf!Deku who has no doubt in his mind that you and the boys will get along but still can’t stop his heart from going into overdrive when he comes home and see the three of you asleep in a fort in the living room.

Dilf!Deku can’t deny how much he loves your company, so he makes excuses for you to stay later. He’ll even try asking you to babysit on his days off because ‘the boys miss you tons.’ And don’t get me started on the bouquet of flowers and home-cooked meals he gives you as apologies for working late. He’s even tried bribing the boys into calling you, mom.

Dilf!Deku who, despite spending nearly all his time outside of work with you for the past two months, still hasn’t mustered the courage to ask you on a date. That is until the annual pro-hero gala comes up, and he’s insistent on having you as his plus one. He spends so much time in the weeks leading up to the gala trying to figure out how to properly ask you to be his. To be part of his family. He’s even asked a few criminals while waiting for authorities to show. All his planning goes out the window when he sees you the night of the gala, and all his feelings just come rushing out his mouth like a busted pipe.

Dilf!Deku who can’t help but show you off at the gala. He knows reporters are just looking for pictures of him, maybe even the two of you together. But that doesn’t stop him from stepping behind you, so you’re the center of attention. And we all know he’s pulling his phone out every five minutes to get pictures of you. With every picture he takes, he can't help but think of how lucky he is.

When your body is pressed against his for a dance, both of you moving so slow, he's embarrassed by the way his mind fills with thoughts of making you the mother of his current and future kids.

Omg your domestic Shoto imagine killed me 🥺 plus it gave me an idea. So you know how Shoto is a touch starved baby boy/loves attention by his love, but what if he son is also? So it’s husband!Shoto and his toddler working together as a perfect pair to get cuddles and attention from the wife!mom!reader? I hope this made sense

I’m such a sucker for fluffy content that I needed to answer this request. But I hope you forgive me for changing it slightly, I just love the headcanon of Shoto having twins that resemble his appearance and personality 🥺

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Tooth rotting fluff for the pro hero Shoto, reader as his wife, and the cutest little beans my brain could come up with

You dragged your feet back into your office, throwing your gloves on your desk and collapsing exhausted into your chair. You were heaving, sweat still trickling down your forehead as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for the adrenalin to dissolve from your veins. The villain you chased was more agile than you anticipated and so you found yourself nearly running for a whole hour until you finally managed to corner him in an alley far from the place you were supposed to capture him. And so you had to wait even longer until the police arrived, taking the villain from you, excuses for being late washed away with a flick of your hand.

The whole last week has been like that, nothing seemed to work in your favour as every day something else went wrong, starting with a load of wrongly filled reports you had to rework all by yourself and ending today with this horribly planned capture mission.

You huffed and took a look at the clock hanging on the wall opposite you and as you realized what time it was you groaned. Shoto would have your head for being late again leaving him alone with the kids. You felt sorry as you thought about your husband. This week was his first longer break for months and now he had to keep up with your alternating schedule and two four-year-old boys probably occupying every little spare minute he could offer.

As you thought about your twins you couldn’t help the small smile spreading on your lips. You loved them, but you knew for sure how hard it could be to handle them. Not necessarily Yukio, but your energetic firstborn Koichi was an unstoppable force if he had set his mind on something. The idea of you Yukio watching calmly, clutching his plushie of your husband in his small hands as Shoto ran through your apartment, chasing after your red-haired fireball made you laugh happily. You couldn’t wait to come home and spend a nice weekend with your little chaotic family. But until that, you had to finish the last reports.

With a sigh, you stretched your aching limbs and fetched the reports resting at the edge of your desk. The sooner you started the sooner you would be able to leave work and fully enjoy some time with your loved ones.

Or so you thought.

You were already preparing the completion certificate for Deku who would take over your shift in a few minutes when an emergency call made you jump to your feet. Sadly you left behind the hope for a relaxing evening, putting your gloves back on, and hastily made your way to the supposed destination.

In the meantime, Shoto had arrived back, both of his sons holding one of his hands as they walked to your home. As usual, Koichi would blast about every little detail from the time at the daycare while Yukio only spoke up when he felt the urgent need to, content with letting his brother take the lead.

“And then Yukio built little snowmen for the whole group! He was so cool!” The red-haired explained with a wide grin and a cheerful glint in his eyes. Shoto was proud of how his son was so supportive of his shy brother, cheering and praising him whenever possible. “Oh really? I’m impressed.” The pro hero said and made the white-haired boy at his side blush at the praise. Yukio’s personality matched more with his own, while his livelier twin came more after you.

While he listened to the talking of his boys, nodding now and then he remembered the moment in the hospital, when he held them in his arms for the first time. Your beautiful smile was everything to him as he held the little beans in his arms, showing them to you since you were too exhausted from giving birth to them mere minutes ago.

You cried tears of joy, fully lost in your little family. This was everything that both of you had dreamed of and you were looking forward to seeing them grow up, learning what a beautiful world was waiting for them.

A weak tug at his sleeve ripped Shoto from his daydreaming. “Dad, open the door please?” Yukio looked at him with big and warm grey eyes, which came from Reis’s side of the family. If he was honest both of the twins had inherited most of their features from the Todorokis, it was like he had split up and was looking at versions of his mother and father disguised as him.

Shoto feared one of the twins would look like his father, he feared that he might project his childhood trauma onto his son, with his red hair and clear turquoise eyes, but his worry was washed away when the nurse had put Koichi in his arms. He instantly fell in love with the small being, his chubby cheeks, and how he had clutched his finger in those short little digits, not even able to fully wrap around his own. And of course, he loved Yukio just as much with his silky white strands, his face as round as yours. There hadn’t been a day since that he wasn’t thankful you gifted him such a wonderful family.

“Dad!” The boys shouted in unison, and he snapped out of his dreaming again, fishing for the keys in his pockets. “Sorry, I will hurry.” He excused and turned the keys in the lock until the door sprang open the boys dashed inside immediately, only to turn back a few seconds later with a saddened expression. “Mommy is not home,” Koichi said and grabbed his brother’s hand for emotional support. Seeing how your shoes were missing in the entryway you probably were still at work. He knew how stressful the job as a pro hero was, but still, he understood his children’s reaction, feeling a slight down himself at the realization you weren’t already there.

But as a father his heart couldn’t take to seeing his little beans sad like that and he kneeled to them, wiping a tiny tear from Yukio’s eye. “How about we play something until mom comes home? I’m sure she shouldn’t take too long.”

Soon he concluded that it wasn’t the best idea to lure the twins on like that. He was watching the clock growing worried with each hour you weren’t stepping through the front door. The twins had fallen asleep on the sofa after he played with them for hours, their cute little snores making him sleepy too. He forced himself to stay awake, combing through red and white strands and staring into the living room, a bit colder than usual without your presence.

Another hour later Shoto felt warm fingers caressing his cheek and his eyes snapped open, revealing your tiredly smiling expression to his foggy mind. “Your late”, he stated and lifted himself from the softness of the sofa cushions. “I’m sorry, there was an emergency right at the end of my shift”, you excused your late arrival and took a blanket from the sofa, gently tugging your boys under the soft fabric and stroking their cheeks as you did with your husband.

Your heart swelled with their adorable appearance and how they were holding onto each other in their slumber, snoring lightly. You felt bad for coming way too late and therefore spending less time than anticipated with your family, you knew how they had missed you this whole week.

Speaking of which your husband reached out and encircled your waist, drawing you closer until he could lean his head on your stomach a satisfied breath leaving his lungs. “Your home now, that’s everything that matters.” You thought you heard him purring and a small laugh escaped your mouth at his cute behavior. He hadn’t changed since you graduated from U.A. together. He was still the touch-starved, gentle soul you have loved for so long it felt like ages. Giving in a bit you let your fingers glide through his dual-colored hair, brushing the little knots from the silky strands.

You had to admit that you missed him too, but soon you needed to interrupt this moment, remembering the chores you had to do. When Shoto noticed how you drew back from his embrace he growled, trying to tug you back again but you wiggled from his strong arms. “Relax a bit more while I’ll do the laundry and start cooking. You probably hadn’t the time to do so with our two little balls of joy over there.”

He tried to protest, but the sleepiness still lingering in his body made it hard to keep up with how fast you had retreaded to the bathroom. Shoto pouted as he stared at the spot you were standing mere seconds ago. He knew you preferred to finish all the work before you gave yourself some relaxation time and he loved you for your determination to fulfill your duties, but right now he was annoyed. He missed you and just wanted to have you in his arms since this whole week neither he nor the boys were able to spend some quality time with you.

Seeing how desperately they clung to each other, trying to use the other as a replacement for your loving arms he grumbled, a plan forming in his head. Shoto respected your schedule but desperate circumstances called for desperate measures and so he shook his twins gently awake, a mischievous glint in his heterochromatic eyes.

Your small humming sounding from the bathroom reassured the father and his two accomplices that you were still occupied with the laundry. Giving an approving nod to his children Shoto retreated to the living room, signaling his boys to start the operation.

You were focused on your chores when you heard the padding of your children’s footsteps drawing closer to you. Turning around you expected them to look sleepy and fall directly into your arms, but the sight in front of you made you laugh with confusion. Yukio and Koichi were facing you with an unreadable glint in their eyes, but the fact that they changed into their little costumes modeled after your husband’s hero costume you kneeled to them, giving them a soft pet on their head.

“What are my little pros up to? Saving a civilian in need?” You smiled at their quick nodding. “Daddy needs help!” Koichi blurted followed suit by the calmer voice of his brother. “He fell in the living room.” Yukio pointed in the direction with one and tugged your sleeve with the other hand.

In an instant, your inside twisted with worry and you jumped to your feet, hurrying into your living room with big strides. As you stepped into the spacious area your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your husband lying motionless on the ground, dual-colored hair splayed on the carpet. You dropped to your knees, turning his larger form carefully and inspecting his head for any injuries.

Asking yourself what happened, and you hadn’t heard him falling over made you tremble, but the realization that there was no visible wound on his head or body relieved most of the tension cursing through your veins. You let out a shaky breath and scooted closer, putting Shoto’s head in your lap and cupping his face in your palms, drawing soft circles on his cheeks.

The stress dissipated at the sight of his chest rising and falling in even breaths. You nearly had a heart attack with the look of worry your boys had given you and the fear something had happened to your beloved while you were sorting through piles of dirty clothes.

Remembering they were probably watching this scene unfold you turned your head in their direction, reassuring them their father was fine. What you didn’t expect were their tense stances, ready to pounce at you. Before you could ask what was going on, Shoto’s eyes shot open and he turned in your lap, caging your waist in his strong grip. “Now get her!” His voice commanded and immediately the twins sprung forward, tackling you and your husband to the ground.

“Good work heroes and now don’t let the villain escape!” Shoto continued and your brows knitted in confusion at the term villain, but they didn’t give you a second to think before you felt small fingers tickling your sides while Shoto pinned you to the ground with his weight. The overwhelming sensation had you wheezing in seconds, bright laughter erupting from your body as your children continued to tickle your stomach and waist, they and Shoto grinning as they saw you so carefree.

“Villains need to be punished! Prepare for our justice!” Koichi exclaimed and sped up his movements, making you cry with happy tears. You weren’t able to stop them, lost in their play and the fun you had despite the aching of your stomach from your continuous laughter.

Shoto looked at you and your bright grin, laying helplessly on the ground while the boys kept on with their assault. His heart fluttered seeing your expression and the redness in your cheeks, happy tears running down your face. That was what he longed for. Just your little family, doing some cheesy playing and enjoying your time together. But after noticing how you started coughing from exhaustion, he sat down next to you. “I think that’s enough for now. Let mommy take a breath.” He grabbed Koichi and pulled him into his lap, keeping him from barging in again while Yukio rolled down next to his mother facing up at the ceiling like she was.

Grateful for the break you tried to calm down, taking some deep breaths and looking up at your husband with your son in his lap, both of them smiling at your disheveled form. “What villainous thing made me deserve such a punishment?” You asked and huffed playfully, gaining a judging glare from your red-haired boy. “You were late and left without cuddles!” He accused you and crossed his arms, reminding you of Shoto when he was pouting.

You sighed and gave him the most apologetic smile you could offer. “I’m sorry, my little fireball. But mommy had an emergency mission.” Koichi considered your answer and looked questioningly up to his father who gave him an approving nod. A look in your husband’s eyes told you he too was unhappy that you weren’t on time, but of course, he understood the urgency of the call.

You rolled on your side to face your other child who had been quiet since they stopped tickling you. “Would the kind heroes forgive my misbehavior? I promise to make it up to you”, you offered and opened your arms for Yukio to scoot closer. He considered your words for a moment, but his warm grey eyes soon softened and he quickly shifted, arms and legs thrown around your upper body as the small bean hid his face in your chest. “I’ll forgive you, mommy.” He mumbled and you placed your head on his chin, combing your fingers through the soft white strands.

Shoto smiled at the way you embraced your son, the sight in front of him making his heart flutter with fuzziness and pure unconditional love for his little family displayed by the handsome smile on his lips. Then he felt how the boy in his arms squirmed and jumped on top of you, turning you on your back with the force of his impact. “Unfair! I want to cuddle mommy too!”, and with that, he laid down, tugging his head on your stomach with a cute little pout on his lips.

You laughed at the way Shoto started to pout at being the only one left out, so you motioned for him with a wink to join your love cuddle pile and he made sure to follow the invitation in an instant. His big arms pulled you and the twins closer, ultimately sheltering you with his gentle warmth.

You turned to look at your husband with a questioning glint in your eye. “And you? Might the famous pro hero Shoto forgive his poor wife for her wrongdoing?” You asked with a guilty look, putting up your best pitiful face. Shoto hummed and pretended to think about your suggestion what you made you blink at him. Then you found his index and middle finger tilting up your chin, your noses nearly touching. “I might consider it if you give me a nice kiss, showing that you are truly sorry.” He stated and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, exposing the soft blush adorning your cheeks.

“As you wish, my hero.”