Pity the Flowers:POVs Endeavor x femreader!

pov: you need rehabilitation, but you also have Enji, it's a win-win

pov: you need rehabilitation, but you also have Enji, it's a win-win (a little NSFW MINORS DNI)

alt title: FrostFire epilogue 1
genre: smut, fluff
disclaimer: I do not condone nor glamorize abuse. This is written for fiction's sake and the only intent is to entertain. This part does not contain the abuse but since this is part of the series I'm gonna keep putting the disclaimer. If you are in an abusive relationship, please leave. It will not get better.

okay title's calling you out @bootyholelicker it's in regards to our angst addiction
@spicy-therapist-mom EVERY one of you who read this, let's take rehab together and bathe in fluff, I KNOW that it's impossible to get out of the hospital the same day a person wakes up from coma but we have recovery girl and fuck it, like @Phoenix @anotherfuckedupdayinthelifeofme said let's get you home ✋😭, also credits to her scenario idea ALSO WHY CAN'T I TAG YOU BBY! 😭
i guess my 2021 goal is to build an army of a thousand readers fueled by angst, motivated by our tears and fed by the hope of fluff
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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
-Lana Del Rey, Young & Beautiful

Enji had called in favors with Recovery Girl and you watch helplessly as he anxiously waited for the doctors to give you an OK.

"Mr. Todoroki."

"Yes?" Your husband's raised to meet the doctor's eyes. He has been holding your hand, lacing your fingers, and then squeezing it from time to time.

"I'd like to keep your wife for a few days of observation but with Recovery Girl's treatment with her, i think it will be unnecessary. Your wife will need physical therapy. Although, Dr. Chiyo has powerful rehabilitation quirk abilities, your wife's motor skills has gone back to that of a toddler's because of muscles disuse. She will need to train her muscles again and I highly advise to not ever leave her alone. Have someone be with her 24/7. This one coma patient woke up, only to die because he slipped in the bathroom and hit his hea-" Dr. Nakamura halts, realizing how dark his story was, so he coughs.

"Toddler's?" You ask.

"Basically you have to relearn how to hold chopsticks, how to hold the spoon, how to stand, walk and run-"

"Even sex?" Enji blurted.

If Dr. Nakamura was scandalized, he had one hell of a pokerface. You, however, could not hide the flabbergasted expression. You gaped at Enji.

"Yes." Your doctor answered clinically. "Even sex. It will be like the first time for your wife, except with being in your 40s, you'd have to prep her well for intercourse and to be mindful of her body and stamina. I suggest that you withhold bedroom activities for 3 months at least."

You badly wanted to facepalm with how Enji shoots you a triumphant grin, but your other arm just hang uselessly at your right.

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Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

"Enji-" You give him a warning look but he raises your hand to his cheek, his sideburn bristled against your skin, thumbing the scar that covers half of his face; he tells you about this 'Advanced Nomu' , a creature or what used to be human, and your eyes softened at the crinkles by his teal eyes. You were sitting by the edge of the bed while he was kneeling infront of you. Nothing changed much except the yellow tinged paper on the shoji doors made you feel melancholic. "Ten years, huh?"

He makes a sound, a grunt. He kisses your fingers. "How do you feel?"

"Disorienting." Your brows furrowed, trying to explain. "For me, time was different. It was just last night's dream when actually it-"