Hero's Villain or Villain's Hero (DekuBaku)

19

I wake up with a groan, why do I have to keep waking up feeling like I've been tenderized? I mean I know I'm a hero but do I actually have to get hurt everyday? I start to sit up only to find Kacchan on top of me.

We are thirty.

"Fuck!" I swore and he jumped, looking around confused as to why I'm so fucking pissed. "Fucking damn it! It was all a fucking dream? You have to be fucking kidding me!" I went off and it's only now that Kacchan starts to look around and see that we are in our apartment and that we are adults but what if I'm the only one that dreamed such a sweet dream? He must be so confused.

"We're back?" He sounded even more confused than he was groggy but at least now I know that he knows what I'm talking about. Sure I don't usually curse unless it's bad but how could this be anything but bad? We were making plans, real, wonderful, heart pounding plans to spend our lives together, to have kids together. I mean sure we SAID we would do what we could to change things but Kacchan said he couldn't carry a baby anymore so that means adoption because I can't carry a baby at all. Even if I could, the fact that I've been hurt so badly in the past would make it to where my body couldn't handle the stress.

"What a cruel joke," Kacchan groaned but instead of taking off to set off his quirk and try to calm down he pulled me back into his arms and it took a while for me to realize that I wasn't the only one crying.

"We didn't break any taboos though! We never told anyone, we didn't unborn anyone and we certainly had nothing to do with how it happened in the first place. So why-?" I choked not able to breathe properly through the tears. I buried my face in Kacchan's hair while he sobbed into my chest.

This is really far too cruel. Getting our hopes up, making us stay until we think that we actually have a chance to change things just to rip us away again. Far too cruel.

What seemed like hours passed and we just laid there in each other's arms. "What's the last thing you remember, from then?" I asked hoarsely. We should at least get our timetables straight, if nothing else.

"Sports Festival," he answered softly, I could only imagine how much his throat has to hurt. He has never really cried like this before and even though I would cry a lot growing up mine still hurts from the last several hours.

"I remember you throwing a fit about our match getting interrupted but I think I passed out before we left the award stands," I whispered and he nodded.

"I carried you back to the dorms and got us ready for bed, I just brought you to my room and locked the door to keep everyone else out," he answered before adding, " I was just too tired to do much else." So that answers that question at least. Our memories were pretty much the same otherwise.

I looked at my lover and I saw him looking at his abs, lightly running his fingers over the scar that I caused. The scar that killed him when he saved my life and took away our chance to ever have children of our own together. I don't even remember reaching out, just that in the next moment my hand was with his. Lightly stroking the scar that hurt us so badly.

I set my hand on his, stopping him and he looked up. "I love you," I whispered before kissing him. It took a bit but he suddenly gave in. After months of being good teenagers we are thirty again. I'm not holding back if I don't have to.

I gently pushed him over and he pulled me with him, deepening the kiss.

"Make me forget," he whispered and I hummed. I reached out blindly and found some lube. His nails clawing up my back when I finally pushed in, the feel of him surrounding me taking my breath away.

"Make me remember," I whispered and his tongue pulled mine in, his nails lightly etching his demands into my skin with each thrust. It grew hot, hard to breathe but he never once tried to push me away, his love demanding more and only more until we were calling out in estasy.