𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➯ mha ✘ father!reader

twenty-six

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"...Dad?"

Y/N inhaled sharply as he sat up from his bed. It was about 1 A.M. and the sky was without stars. Rain pounded on the window, like the perfect soother for sleep. He was in the middle of a good dream, but when you have children, you don't always get to enjoy your dreams.

"Yeah?" He spoke up, his voice raspy from being woken up. He rubbed his eyes to get a better view of which one of his nocturnal children were up at this hour.

All he needed to see were two beady red eyes staring at him to know who it was.

Tomura stood at the door, holding the doorknob with his gloved hands. His hair had been tied up in a messy bun on top of his head, but now it was loose and down.

"What's up, Tomura?" Y/N asked. The boy stayed silent for a bit, lowering his head to look at his feet. Y/N could've sworn that he saw a hint of pink on his face.

"Can I... can I sleep in here?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. Y/N could feel his embarrassment from his bed. The werewolf smiled a little at his adorable son and patted a spot next to him.

"Of course." Tomura walked over to him and pulled himself onto the mattress next to the (h/c) haired adult. "You had a nightmare or something?"

"Yeah." He muttered in response.

"I know the feeling," Y/N replied, gently petting the boy's hair. "If you have another, just tug on me and I'll stay up with you until you fall asleep, 'kay?" Tomura nodded, laying down next to his father figure.

To be completely honest, Tomura has gotten nightmares a lot more recently. He has hated going to bed for the past few days because they always keep returning, getting worse every time.

He would dream of his life before Y/N.

Sometimes, he would dream of his family. He would see his mother and his sister. They would always be crying. Crying and screaming words that he couldn't hear. He never knew what they were, but whatever they were saying hurt. It felt like they were blaming him.

Why wouldn't they? They're dead because of him.

He would see his dog fade and crumble into decayed pieces over and over. He would see his father and watch him come towards him, angrier than ever. He would raise his arm and swing down, about to smack Tomura.

But before he could, the little boy would wake up in a cold sweat.

These nightmares would hurt, but he could stomach them.

Tonight was different. Really different.

Tonight, Y/N was in his dreams.

But All For One was there, too.

Tomura found himself in a crumbling building, ready to collapse at any moment. All For One was standing in front of him, holding Y/N by his face in the air. Y/N was struggling, trying to fight back while All For One never faltered.