"We have to get out of bed at some point." Kacchan laughed while playfully trying to push me off him. Today was one of those days when I didn't want to get out of bed. I wasn't feeling the best and wanted nothing more than to cuddle my husband until tomorrow.
"No we don't." I pressed a gentle kiss against his jaw. "We aren't going to find anything new, so there's no point and staring at the information and non-existent evidence." I'm trying my best not to give up. It's so damn hard, though. When you're watching everyone you love die, there's only so much you can take.
"We should get extra patrols out soon. Monoma is back, and two more people are already dead." Kacchan pulled me closer to his chest. "Aizawa and Endeavor are bringing him in for questioning later."
"They're wasting their time. It isn't Monoma." I grumbled. Somebody dying the day he came home should have been the first giveaway that he wasn't the U.A. Killer. Nobody could be that stupid.
"We're all running out of options. I think they just need someone to put the blame on." Kacchan sighed against the top of my head.
"It's not going to help if they're blaming the wrong person." I mumbled. "Somebody has to know something."
"We haven't had anything useful on the tip line." Kacchan pulled his arms away from me and slowly untangled our limbs.
"Are we going to the agency?" I didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew we had to go. Uraraka, Kaminari, Iida, and Hatari were already there.
"Yeah, let's go." He extended his hand, which I graciously accepted. As soon as I was standing, the room began spinning. It's been three weeks since my doctor's appointment, and I'm scared to go back. I don't want to know how much time I have left anymore. I'm constantly feeling sick and dizzy. Half of the time, I was struggling to breathe. I try hiding it from Kacchan, but he always sees right through me.
"Alright, lay back down." He whispered while grabbing my elbow to help hold me up. "I'll call Dunce Face and tell them to meet us here if they want our help today.
"I just need some food and water." I shrugged. "You and I have to patrol later today."
"I'll patrol with Pinky." He replied while gently pushing me back on the bed.
"Kacchan, really, I'm fine." He sat down next to me on the bed and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead.
"You're not too warm." His voice was quiet while his eyes roamed over my body. He definitely noticed how much weight I had lost and how pale I was. He doesn't mention it, though. He never does.
"I'm going to lie down for half an hour. If I feel better, we'll go. If not, we'll stay here." I offered. This relationship had a lot of compromises when it came to my health. Kacchan always wanted me to stay home in bed, and I wanted to be anywhere else. He was just trying to make sure I lived as long as I could with him.
"Is that just an excuse to cuddle for thirty more minutes?" He rolled his eyes playfully and nudged my shoulder.
I shook my head with a quiet laugh. "No, but I'll never complain about getting to cuddle you." Kacchan scooted over to lie down and patted the empty spot next to him. I crawled back to my side of the bed. I wrapped my arm around his stomach and laid my head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I draped my leg over his. Once I couldn't physically get any closer, I relaxed my body against his while his fingers lightly ran up and down my back. The familiar smell of his body wash and cologne filled my nose. It was a smell I would never get tired of.
"You smell good." I mumbled against his chest. I didn't realize how tired I still was until I relaxed at this moment. Maybe it is a good idea that we stayed behind.
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Right Where I Needed to be
FanfictionSeven years after graduating U.A., everybody is currently living their dreams of being a pro hero. Well, the ones that are still alive anyway. The U.A. Killer is one of their worst hero murderers in existence, slowly picking off Class 1-A and 1-B fr...
