Imagine Book 2

A Warm Welcome Home- Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

As requested by Antisuperstar! Male Y/N

The apartment door clicked open quietly as Y/N stepped inside, his hero costume slightly wrinkled from a long day of patrol. The scent of green tea wafted through the air, and he could hear soft humming coming from the kitchen. A smile spread across his face – Fuyumi was home early from teaching.

"I'm home!" he called out, already morphing his tired muscles back to their regular human form after hours of switching between various animal shapes to help civilians and stop petty crimes.

"Welcome home!" Fuyumi's voice rang out cheerfully, followed by the sound of sock-covered feet padding across their wooden floors. She appeared in the hallway, her white and crimson hair slightly messy from what he assumed was an energetic day with her elementary school students. Her bright eyes behind her black-framed glasses lit up at the sight of him.

"I was hoping you'd be back soon," she said, approaching to give him a quick welcome-home kiss. "How was patrol?"

Y/N wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Nothing too exciting. Helped an old lady find her cat – didn't even need to transform for that one, it was just stuck in a tree. Stopped a couple of shoplifters. Posed for photos with some middle school kids." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Much better now that I'm home with you."

Fuyumi giggled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. Even after months of dating, his affection still made her flush. "Well, I had an idea for tonight, if you're not too tired?"

"Oh?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious.

"I thought we could cook together!" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I've been craving my mom's old miso soup recipe, but it's more fun to cook with someone else. Plus," she added with a playful poke to his chest, "you could use more practice in the kitchen, Mr. I-Can-Turn-Into-Any-Animal-But-Can't-Dice-An-Onion."

Y/N clutched his chest in mock offence. "I'll have you know I've been practising! I can dice an onion... eventually."

"Then prove it," she challenged with a grin, taking his hand and pulling him toward the kitchen. "Go change out of your costume first, though. As handsome as you look in it, I don't want any hero suit debris in our soup."

A few minutes later, Y/N returned in comfortable house clothes to find Fuyumi had already laid out an impressive array of ingredients on their counter: tofu, seaweed, green onions, miso paste, and various other items he was still learning to identify thanks to her patient teaching.

"Alright, Chef Todoroki," he said, washing his hands at the sink. "What's first?"

Fuyumi tied her hair back with a cute polka-dotted scrunchie and handed him an apron. "First, you're going to show me these alleged onion-cutting skills while I prep the dashi stock."

Y/N accepted the challenge, grabbing an onion and a knife. As he started to cut, Fuyumi worked beside him, humming softly as she measured out ingredients with practised ease. The kitchen was warm and comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of their domestic harmony.

"You know," Y/N said as he focused intently on his cutting technique, "I could turn into a monkey for better knife control."

Fuyumi burst out laughing. "Absolutely not! No transformations in the kitchen – remember the octopus incident?"

"That was ONE time," Y/N protested, though he was grinning. "And I maintain that having eight arms would have made stirring much more efficient if the pot hadn't been so small."

"We were finding suction cup marks on the ceiling for weeks!" She bumped his hip playfully with hers. "Besides, I like cooking with regular you."

"Even if regular me is making these onion pieces very... uniquely shaped?" He gestured to his cutting board, where the onion pieces varied wildly in size.