Kirishima's PoV:
I'm home with my 2 year old daughter...my ex wife passed asay in childbirth I lost my wife...the love of my life 2 years ago...
"Daddy...I'm hungry..." Emiko says pulling on my shirt.
"Alright baby girl..you want your favorite?" I ask and I watch her beautiful eyes light up.
"Beef ramen with an extra soft egg?!" she yells all excited. I chuckle and nod and get to cooking. While the meat cooks I turn on the tv kissing her head and grabbing the soft egg out of the fridge, and once the ramen is done I warm up the egg for 15 seconds, so it's not cold but so it doesn't cook more, and I put it in her ramen and she eats it with a fork. She's still learning with chopsticks, and this is ment to be a happy dinner she'll figure out chopsticks eventually she is two after all. I eat my ramen next to her and I watch her show.
I've been raising her since she was a newborn, i didn't have someone to learn by myself side. I had no instinct how to raise a baby. I had to look up so much and talk to so many of my friends with kids. Like my friend Denki, he has two twins a 2 year old boy and girl. He had just lost his wife to suicide. We've both been struggling a lot. I should call him I know his wounds are more bruised and bloody than mine. Once I finish I know she's still eating and watching her pony show. I get up and walk out of the room and I sit on the stairs and call him.
After 4 rings he picks up.
"Hello? Kai not right now I'm sorry baby- I know- just go play with your toys..." he says sounding so stressed and broken.
"Hi Denki...I was wondering if you wanted to bring your kiddos over and give you a little break...they can spend the night with you too if you want..." I say and he responds.
"Oh god I would love that...I've been so stressed and I feel so much pressure and I still have to plan the funeral and everything has been so much...I need a break.." I hear him say and his voice cracks at the word 'funeral'.
"Come over whenever you want...I'm down to see my best friend..." I say and I just hear a soft.
"On my way.."
After 30 minutes he arrives and the kids meet and head to Emiko's room. I hug Denki and he immediately breaks down in my arms.
"I know...I know...I'm here for you always I'm here to hold your hand...I know it's been so hard..." I say holding him close.
"I...I...I miss her so much.." he said sobbing.
"I know, I miss her too...I'll help plan her funeral...and I'll hold your hand when you see her the last time..." I say and he nods shaking. I put a hand on his cheek and I look at him in his dull, tired, broken sunflower yellow eyes. His eye bags are awful. He looks frail like a just of wind will make him fly away. His hair is grown out and matted. He's a mess. "I know you're broken right now...I know it might feel like there's not anything that's gonna get better. It's gonna get better. Your heart will heal...and you'll move on...or you won't...but the wound will heal. It will scar but it'll heal...okay?" I say with tears in my eyes understanding how he feels we both had so see our wife die. But he has two kids I have one...we're both struggling.
"Thank you...for helping...I'm going through so much...I just wanna take a nap and if I wake up from a nightmare...I just need sleep..." he says and I nod taking him to my room tucking him in turning on his favorite TV show and I get him to fall asleep. I head downstairs and watch the kids run around in the backyard playing superheros.
The funeral went well and weeks went by and I got him into therapy and I could see him slowly starting to heal. I can tell he won't ever love someone as much as his wife but he will be able to love again. Me and him decided to start going out. We completely 100% hit it off. We started dating! Then we both ended up with rings on our ring fingers. We raised the kids. All three are completely successful. We both survived til our 70's he died on a heart attack and I died from heartbreak. Now we are in the afterlife together. Together forever.
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