Saltwater

𝙝𝙮𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨

" you are embarrassed to be alive "

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Miaso really loves his wife. There's no denying it. It's a fact that will be engraved in their little insignificant pocket of time in which they exist.

He especially loves her when he fucks up big time (ie; having a supervillain genetically alter their son and having a past/secret identity), and she still wants to be with him. He knows this because just moments earlier they were sitting on the patio with cups full of something warm and looking through photos of their kids. He didn't typically do this because he's admittedly a crybaby and perceiving the passage of time really gets to his head, but today he thought he could handle it.

"Do you remember this?" Himari asked, holding up a photo.

Misao leaned forward and held a corner between his fingers. "That was the day of Hinata's elemental dance recital. She told us she wanted to go to the United State's after she performed."

"You cried so much after she told us." She chuckled softly and tilted her head to the side. "I...I still can't wrap my head around you, and us, and our family being like...a cover story for you."

Miaso tensed and pulled the photo from Himari's hands. "This life isn't — our life that we've built isn't a cover story for me. You guys are all I've ever dreamed of having when I was forced to perform surgeries until my arms and chest were sore." He whispered to her. "This is everything I have ever dreamed of."

Himari sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "It's just...I don't know." She shook her head and sighed and looked up at her husband. "Could you not have told me, at least?"

Miaso sat the picture in the box and held his hands out to his wife. "I just wanted to leave it all behind and be with you," he paused as Himari hastily placed her hands in his, "Liang, who I used to be, he was a scared boy who only knew how to survive; With you and the kids, as Miaso, I can live." He squeezed her hands.

Himari pulled her hands away, and for a moment Miaso panicked but calmed when she held his face in her hands. "I feel like I've buried a version of us I didn't know that we were." She whispered.

"Like a rebirth,"

"Like a retrial," she softly corrected, "we have to prove our worth before we can start again." And then she kissed him.

Miaso really loves his wife.

He loves his one and only son a little less when he calls and interrupts the moment. He puts the phone on speaker so that he and Himari can greet him and is immediately bombarded with their native languages spliced together urgently.

"Hanta, slow down." He said firmly, looking up at Himari worriedly. "Where are you right now?"

"My room — my dorm, but that doesn't matter — Papa, my quirk is gone and now my eyes are-they're purple and my elbows feel really light—" Hanta spoke into the phone rapidly, but paused to take a deep breath, "I'm gonna puke," he rasped.

Miaso shut his eyes briefly before taking a breath and looking down at the photo box. "No, you're not. Your Mother and I are picking you up and we're going to see one of my friends."

"What? No!" Himari hissed. Miaso held his free hand up and continued speaking.

"Was anyone else with you when it happened?" He asked, eyes closed once again.

"Yes, Pa, but—"

"Who?"

There was silence and some shuffling before Hanta spoke again, but slower this time. "Shou, my boyfriend, and he's still here," Miaso mouthed a "fuck", "but Papa what is going on? How are you so calm about this?"