Imagine Book 2

Devoted- Ryukyu x Mirko (My Hero Academia)

As requested by RcMmCr! Male Y/N.

𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

Y/N walked into his shared apartment, shoulders taut with tension. It had been a gruelling day of hero work, and though he prided himself on being calm and collected under pressure, even the strongest needed rest. His long hair, tied neatly into a low ponytail, swayed as he closed the door behind him, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering from his usual cologne. The sun was setting outside, casting a warm, golden glow over the living room.

"Welcome home, love!" Ryukyu's voice chimed from the kitchen. She emerged wearing a casual apron over a lavender sundress, her golden eyes soft with affection. Mirko wasn't far behind, her silver hair damp from a recent shower. She grinned at Y/N, lounging on the couch in her usual shorts and tank top.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Mirko teased, her tone playful but filled with warmth. She stood and walked toward him, her strong arms looping around his neck. "Rough day?"

Y/N leaned into her embrace, closing his eyes for a moment. "You could say that. Just the usual—villains who think they're clever but really aren't. But today, it just feels like it's all sitting on my shoulders."

Ryukyu stepped closer, her delicate hands brushing against his arm. "You've been pushing yourself too hard again, haven't you?" Her voice was gentle but firm, concern laced in every word.

"I guess so," Y/N admitted, letting out a low chuckle. "Can't help it. Comes with the job."

Mirko smirked and tugged him toward the couch. "Well, you've got two girlfriends who can help with that. Sit down. We'll take care of you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a playful smile. "Oh? And what exactly do you two have in mind?"

Ryukyu's cheeks flushed faintly, but she maintained her composure. "A massage, of course. You've done so much for us; it's only fair we return the favour."

Mirko cracked her knuckles, her grin widening. "I'm no professional, but I think you'll like what I can do."

Y/N allowed himself to be guided to the plush couch. Mirko settled in behind him, kneeling on the cushions, while Ryukyu sat by his side. The moment he leaned back, both women sprang into action.

Mirko started first, her strong hands working on his shoulders with surprising precision. "Damn, you're tense. No wonder you're feeling it. You're like a walking boulder."

Y/N chuckled, his head tilting slightly as Mirko pressed her thumbs into a particularly stubborn knot. "I didn't realize I was that bad."

Ryukyu leaned in, her hands much softer in comparison but no less effective as they began to knead his forearms and hands. "You hold so much in," she murmured. "Always thinking about everyone else. Let us take care of you for a change."

Her words, combined with the rhythmic pressure of their touch, sent a wave of warmth through Y/N. He sighed deeply, allowing himself to relax fully for the first time in days.

Mirko leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear as she planted a soft kiss on his temple. "How's that, handsome?"

Y/N's lips curved into a content smile. "Perfect."

Encouraged, Ryukyu placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. "You deserve to be pampered every now and then," she said softly, her golden eyes glimmering with adoration.

Mirko shifted her attention to his upper back, her movements firm but deliberate. "You know," she said with a playful lilt, "I think I've got a new favourite hobby. Watching you melt under our hands is... kind of satisfying."