MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 4

"What's got you so down?"

Y/N left the question unanswered as he stared at the moonlit ocean. He enjoyed moments such as these, where the silence was just right and he could focus on now rather than being plagued by the past.

"Fine, whatever." Y/N heard Rumi scoff.

She looked at him in the corner of her eye. A pinch of worry panged in her chest as a drop of blood trailed down his nose.

He was supposed to be perfect, infallible. If someone were ever to go toe to toe with him they could land the first blow, but he would make sure you never land a second. At least, those were the stories she heard of him when growing up.

"You're getting sloppy, you know?" Rumi muttered. She averted her eyes as he wiped his nose of blood.

She was right. Y/N had taken more damage than he dished out. His blocks were effective, but he still felt the pain in his right arm. Not just from her powerful kicks but from a battle long ago.

"I know." Y/N responded, his voice just above a whisper, knowing Rumi would hear him.

What weighed him down couldn't be lessened with a good fight. He still felt overwhelming stress and dread for the future; most importantly was the safety of his family.

"To tell you the truth," Y/N said; he raised his arm and clenched his fist with mild pain. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up."

"Wh-what do you mean by that?" Rumi asked. One side disliked his show of weakness, but another showed concern, concern for someone she wasn't going to openly admit as a friend.

"Something's come up," Y/N said when he lowered his hand and sighed. "I won't bother you with the details."

Rumi bit her tongue and kept her gaze forward even when sand shifted beside her and Y/N threw on his coat.

He didn't know it, but she wanted him to tell her. To say to her what was wrong, and for her to uncharacteristically offer her help.

As he walked away, she hoped he would turn back and finish his sentence. She only lowered her gaze as his footsteps stopped entirely, indicating he had disappeared.

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Y/N's inner musings were interrupted as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

He smiled as a whisper blew near his ear with a sweet undertone to their tired voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Kayama." Nemuri moaned with her breath tickling his skin.

Glad you aren't holding onto last night.

Y/N had indeed taken her name; it wasn't a hard decision. He didn't have an attachment to his surname.

"Morning." Y/N greeted, his smile slowly turned to a grin as she rested her forehead on the nape of his neck.

For just a moment, his squared shoulders slowly lowered into a relaxed form to savor the close and loving warmth.

He felt a familiar thump against his chest as she shuffled around and stood between him and a countertop. Again, her breath touched the underline of his jaw.

"I'd prefer no hair in my pancakes." Y/N said, referring to her long mane near the batter he was mixing.

"That would be unfortunate." She whispered. Her voice was slightly muffled as she pulled him into a hug.

"It really would." Y/N replied as he set down his whisk. A small small giggle left her lips as he pulled her close. He allowed himself a moment of their foreheads bumping and their eyes crossing in a loving gaze.