Eternity (Male Reader X MHA)

Plantera

"You...want to be you again? So this current you, is not you?" You asked while letting go of her.

"No..." Cloudie said. "When I looked at the boss you were fighting, I suddenly remembered being turned into what I am now." She started.

"The process was extremely painful. And I still don't remember what I was before." She said, clenching her fists.

"My entire world has been flipped upside down. I'm not Cloudie. Because of them, I'm forced to be something I don't like being." Cloudie said with anger in her voice.

You were a bit sad that she didn't like her name, but if she didn't want to be called Cloudie, then you would respect her and call her whatever else she wanted to be called.

"I understand. Having something like that dropped on you after all this time has to be overwhelming." You said sympathetically.

"And if you don't want to be called Cloudie anymore, then Im okay with calling you something else." You said.

"Something else?" She asked.

She began thinking. Ever since you started calling her Cloudie, there was something that she just didn't like about it. It didn't sit right with her.

But there was one. One name that felt right for her. One that she was most comfortable with.

"How about... Primoris?" Cloudie suggested.

"Primoris? If you want to be called that, then sure... But where did that come from?" You asked curiously.

"I don't know. Something about it just feels right." She responded.

"Okay! From this day forward, I'll be calling you Primoris!" You said happily.

(Cloudie will be referred to as Primoris. If I call Cloudie by Cloudie, then it was a typo.)

She smiled. Now, she felt slightly more like herself. Which made her happy

"Now Primoris, wanna go fishing? We need to stay in a relaxing environment for a while, due to this whole fiasco." You said.

You also had to get used to calling her Primoris instead of Cloudie.

"Yeah, Sure!" Primoris responded.
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Who would've thought that fishing would be such a calming experience? You and Primoris were in a tranquil state of mind that would be near impossible to break.

But you weren't catching anything too valuable. Just some old shoes and wood crates, none of which you needed.

Primoris was sitting in your lap facing the opposite direction of you, with her arms and legs wrapped around you.

'Damn. I'm not catching anything. Eh, it's whatever. I probably won't need anything from the ocean anyway.' You thought.

"You catch anything yet?" Primoris asked.

"No." You responded. "I keep getting old shoes. And wood crates." You said with a hint of frustration.

"Don't worry. You'll probably catch something eventually." She said reassuringly.

She then kissed you on the cheek. "You just have to keep trying." She said.

With a nod, you continued fishing.

Literally 10 seconds later, you fish up something rare. Called "Stone of the West Sea".

"Finally! I got something!" You said happily.