Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Epilogue

Five Years Later

I always found comfort in the sizzle of a hot pan. The way the fat crackled and popped when you poured in the pancake batter, filling the small kitchen with its delicious, sweet aroma. I watched as the batter bubbled up from the heat, flipping it over to reveal the gorgeous golden crispiness below.

Cooking and baking was my time of reflection nowadays. I would usually take these moments to look back over my life. All the chaos I had to endure to get me to where I was today.

Giran was the one responsible for allowing us all to escape from the commotion, to evade the aftermath of the war. Managing to smuggle us up north into a quiet secluded village with some of the remaining finances left behind by the Paranormal Liberation Front. Luckily, Himiko had managed to stumble across a vault back at the mansion and took it upon herself to take what she could before we escaped. Enough money that allowed us to live comfortable lives.

The few residents of the tiny tranquil northern village, surrounded by gorgeous forest-covered mountains were none the wiser to our true identities. We lived in this rural haven in peace.

I would forever be grateful to that young green-haired boy who gave me and Tomura our second chance. And I was pleased to see that Midoriya was now the No.1 hero, inspiring all future generations of heroes to follow in his footsteps. To focus on the true meaning of what a hero was meant to be, which was to protect and serve the people—all people. It was Midoriya that convinced the authorities and the media of Tomura's death. Saying that he had perished to his own quirk alongside his Master, All for One. He told them that he witnessed it all with his own eyes. So, of course, they believed him.

Himiko and Iguchi were said to be M.I.A but after years of keeping under the radar, they were long forgotten. However, that never stopped Himiko from going off to travel the world. The quiet rural life wasn't for her. She was too much of a free spirit to want to put down roots yet.

As for the rest of the League, we only had the information that was released by the media to go by. It seemed that Dabi and Sako were both alive and well in custody, which put my distraught mind at ease. I was so ashamed for having abandoned Dabi like that. To get up and flee from the battlefield as we did. However, when I thought back to that final interaction we had I realised now that he wasn't going to give in. He had his own demons he had to face and I hoped even after being captured that he had the chance to overcome them.

A pair of strong hands, one consisting mainly of a prosthetic, wrapped around my waist. A gold wedding band glimmered under the morning sun—breaking me out of my thoughts. I started scooping out the hot flattened cakes onto a plate.

Rough lips found the junction between my neck and shoulder and placed long and sensually wet kisses over the exposed flesh. My heart fluttered at the erotic feeling.

I sighed, my lungs filled by the mouthwatering earthy aroma that overpowered the warm sweet pancakes. "Happy birthday, my love," I muttered—breathily. Tomura groaned against my skin and marking up the sensitive flesh over my pulse.

I giggled, squirming at his rough lips tickling me gently. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"Worshipping my amazing, sexy wife," he huskily mumbled.

Fuck, his voice is always so sexy in the morning.

I abandoned the plate of pancakes on the side and tilted my head to the side, meeting the sleepy half-lidded gaze of my husband.

In the last few years Tomura had matured drastically. The long white locks were now past his shoulders but most days, like today, he had it pulled into a bun at the base of his neck. His skin looked so much healthier too, the rough, dryness of it—especially around his eyes and mouth, had evened out since having decay removed. The beautiful pale milky flesh less translucent. The countryside was doing wonders on his complexion. Even a light scatter of stubble had started to grow over the line of his jaw. And much to my delight, his muscular form had remained. I smiled at the feeling of his thick biceps flexing against my side.