bnha scenarios

usagiyama rumi | ☁

prompt: fight fire with fire >:)
category: fluff 
character: bunny babe who could fix my chronic migraines w her thighs
word count: 1045

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IT WAS A TRADITION. It had started out as a joke, but it soon evolved into a ritual of some sort between the two. Y/n would slip on her shoes for her shift as a salary woman before smiling cheekily at her wife. It was a grueling and tiring job, but Y/n survived it nonetheless due to her quirk. Much like a plant, the girl could reserve energy under the sun's rays.

"Kiss your wife," The girl would chime cutely, only for her to wife come speeding around the corner. Rumi would either be in the kitchen making dinner for Y/n to enjoy later or putting on her hero outfit, not even caring if she wore a bra or not as she went towards her wife. Rumi grinned at her, bending down slightly to press their lips.

It was a cherishable moment between the two; something that secured one another in that second. It was their anchor. However, that was long gone now. Rumi had been working late nights and Y/n had been arriving late; nobody was there to keep house and the fridge was always dangerously empty.

The stress and frustration with their schedules had snowballed into something completely different, eyes narrowed at one another. "I work long and steady hours and now that it's winter, I can't even recharge my energy like usual." It was true. Steady eye bags had grown on Y/n's skin, dragging her e/c orbs down.

Rumi wasn't any better, muscles bruised up with cuts scattered on her skin. However, she always bandaged them up or simply moved past them, not even bothering. "And you think I don't do as much work as you do?" Rumi crossed her arms, huffing at her wife. Y/n took out the hair claw that kept her h/c strands together, frowning.

"Seeing that I pay more than half the bill, I don't think so!"

"So is the fact that I save people while you're cooped up in some shitty little office not considered 'work'? Is it not good enough for you or something?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying!" Y/n ran a hand through her hair, licking her lips. Her eyes fell to the floor as her limbs weighed her down, the girl letting out a tired sigh. "You're never home, the house isn't clean, and then you barge in at random moments in the night and leave so early in the morning now!"

Right, that's what I'm frustrated about. Y/n's eyes glazed over with tears but Rumi was too far away to tell, white brows still furrowed in anger. The h/c-haired girl's heart clenched, realizing that she was simply lashing out at her wife. There was particularly nothing wrong with their work; they had always invested in what they loved.

It was the fact that that same passion was ruining their love.

"Am I supposed to be your fucking housemaid then?" The bunny-eared girl finally replied with her lips pulled into a scowl. Her teeth were gritted, arms still crossed against her shit. She hadn't even bothered changing out of her hero uniform. Y/n blinked sleepily, wanting to get rid of the tears as soon as possible.

She could feel the anger radiating from Rumi, swallowing harshly. "Forget it. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I have a shift early in the morning anyway." Y/n said, her tone bland as she traipsed up the steps, already beginning to unbutton her blazer on the way up. Her suitcase dragged behind her and Rumi watched her.

"What? You can't just push this off till tomorrow, y'know? We still have to talk this out, damn it!" Rumi exclaimed, quickly realizing that none of her words were working. Her eyes flitted towards her wife and without a second thought, she blurted the one phrase that had kept them together since they wedded.

"Kiss your wife," 

Y/n stopped in surprise, turning to glance at Rumi from the top of the staircase. Rumi didn't pull back from her stare, staying rigid in her spot in the living room. Y/n set the briefcase down, doing a lighthearted jog towards her wife. She tiptoed, pressing her lips lightly against Rumi. The pro-hero kept her there, wrapping her arms around her.

"I'm not letting you go to bed like this and I'm certainly not gonna go on patrol like this either. We need to sort this out," The white-haired female said, pressing light kisses against Y/n's neck. Y/n blinked slowly, growing more and more tired. Her warm embrace certainly didn't help. "I know, I'm sorry," She mumbled quietly.

"It's fine, it's not your fault. We both know we were going to talk like this to each other at some point after our marriage anyway." Rumi pulled back for a moment, shooting her a grin as her red eyes lit up with a glint of adoration. Y/n returned the look, a haze of fatigue washing over her e/c irises.

"Promise you'll be safe on your patrol tonight?"

"Only if you promise that tomorrow will be your last shift at that shitty place."

"I'll try to find a better workplace," Y/n sheepishly reassured, smiling softly at her wife. Rumi nodded, kissing her forehead before pulling away completely. She headed towards the window that was already slid open, preparing to simply slide out and jump away into the night. "Ah, don't be stupid. Kiss your wife," Y/n scolded sleepily.

Rumi looked over her shoulder, watching her h/c-haired significant other slightly stumble in her spot. "Whatever you wish, princess," She strode over to her, wrapping her in the same hold that she had released her out of just seconds ago. Her anger and frustration completely washed away as she relaxed, moving to kiss Y/n.

Y/n melted into her embrace, pressing a hand against Rumi's cheek as they held onto each other tightly. She slumped against Rumi, "Okay, wait. Don't go out. Take me to bed first." The girl requested, only offering a small kiss on her wife's jaw as payment. Soon enough, she was conked out against the other woman's chest.

Rumi sighed but didn't complain, hoisting her up with ease.

"Your wish is my command."