MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 22

Keeping an extra pair of clothes at Nana's was about as essential as having the basement back at home.

Finding four packs under the floorboards, Y/N pulled one free and opened it, finding everything he would need if he were ever on the run with Nemuri and the girls.

Making a mental note to restock the bag later, he began undressing and stuffing his costume inside when done.

He cleared his mind and relaxed. It didn't soothe his aching body, but it helped to ignore it.

"Judging by the state of the two of you, something interesting happened."

"That's putting it lightly." Toshinori chuckled with only minor injuries thanks to One for All.

"Oh?" Nana raised a brow as she set down a bento of reheated food and left a kiss on Y/N's head. "What happened?"

"Y/N?" The older man said. "You'd explain it best."

Taking a bite of a soup roll, Y/N shrugged with a wince. "Dave was right, there's something else to my quirk."

"That doesn't surprise me." Nana sighed when sitting at the short table. "That quirk never seemed to stop growing."

"It was more than that." Toshinori pat his lower back with a clenched fist. "As time went on, his attacks grew heavier, faster. He became more efficient!"

Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the eating man. "I'm willing to bet you could go even further."

"That's easier said than done." Y/N mumbled through his food.

"Hasn't it always been?" Toshinori smiled. "Shouldn't be a problem for you after all those years of training."

"I'll get back to you when I'm feeling better."

"Yes!" The old friend gave a good laugh. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

Sipping a cup of tea, Nana couldn't help the smile that formed on her face.

It was a nostalgic moment, that was for sure. It wasn't hard to envision her old home, the smell of the rice paddy from an open window, and the banter Toshinori would share with the boy across from him.

She knew he felt it as well, the spark between them when he taught Y/N the dangers of his quirk, or the simple way to throw a punch.

The only thing missing from the table was her mentor, Gran Torino.

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Stepping through the door always made Y/N feel better, but today was different.

After seeing the girls in the backyard, alone, he set a couple of bags on the table and made his way upstairs.

Back in the bedroom, Y/N set aside his costume and sat on the soft surface of the bed with a sigh. Not long after, the bathroom door opened and Nemuri saw him, bruised but relaxed.

"I take it things went well." She uttered softly before approaching. Curling a finger under his chin, she directed his tired eyes up.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a whisper.

How do you not hate me?

His brows lowered with shut eyes, reveling in her presence with a peaceful expression.

Killing was easy. But coming back home, that was the hard part.

He didn't have a plan for this, and never had he planned for it.

He made a promise to her, saying he would bury this life, dropping it deep in an ocean of sand. However, this life had always clung to him.

Being who he was, it felt like his destiny. He was good at what he did, the best, even. And yet, he could never grasp at being a family as tightly as he held onto being a martial artist or assassin.