The Man Behind the Screen

Epilogue

This is part 1 of 2 of the final update for this book🥺

MIDORIYA'S POV

"Happy Father's Day!" four voices yelled from our doorway. I opened my eyes slowly to see Kacchan standing behind four of our kids with what looked like pancake batter on his cheek.

"Thank you," I mumbled while sitting up as the kids rushed over to me on the bed.

"We made you breakfast," Daiki said with a smile. "It's on the table, waiting to be consumed," he chuckled.

"Well, Papa made breakfast," Himari added.

"Hey," Jun said defensively. "We helped."

"Yeah, we helped make a mess," Akio added.

Before I could even respond, they all laughed loudly on the bed. "So, is there breakfast down there? It looks like Papa is wearing most of it," I said with amusement now that I got a full view of my husband.

"If you don't get your butt up and come downstairs, I will jump on the bed and get flour and batter everywhere."

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up." I looked up at Kacchan from where I was still sitting on the bed. "Where is Kazuko?" I asked before I turned to the kids. "Why don't you four go clean up, and we can all meet downstairs when we're done."

They nodded before running from the room, practically trampling Kacchan on the way as he did his best to answer me. "She is still sleeping. I knew she couldn't help cook, so I thought we would grab her on our way down. Don't worry. I had the baby monitor the entire time." I have said it before and will say it again: this man can read my mind.

I understood that our newest foster daughter is, after all, only ten months old; her parents abandoned her. Her father ran off with another woman, and her mother was not in the right mind to keep her. Being abandoned by one parent is bad enough. I can't imagine being left by both parents. I am sure Kacchan knows I want to keep her. I feel the need to protect her and be there for her. More than her parents were for her and more than my father ever was for me. "What time did you get up to make breakfast?" I asked.

"About an hour and a half ago. Not too early," he replied, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. "Even with an apron on, Daiki still managed to spill half a cup of flour down my shirt," he explained before carefully taking his shirt off in order not to throw the flour everywhere. "Is it just me, or is he messier while cooking now than when he was three?"

"He's eight. He's at that age where he doesn't care about making a mess. I think he likes cleaning it most of the time."

"Maybe," Kacchan mumbled while pulling on a new shirt. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"Well, we're going to go eat breakfast, for starters. Then the kids had gifts they wanted to give you, and then I figured we could go out and do something as a family. Maybe go to the park, take them to the amusement park, go for a walk, literally whatever we want to do." I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him close.

"Well, the kids have presents for you, too," Kacchan muttered before leaning down and placing his lips on mine.

Pulling back from the kiss, I said, "I better get dressed then." I made my way to our walk-in closet, grabbing something to wear for the day and pulling on some jeans and a black t-shirt with a familiar orange X on the front.

"Nice." Kacchan smirked as I walked back out into our room.

I smiled at him. "You like it? I don't remember his name, but I heard he is a decent hero." I tried to say with seriousness and failed miserably.