My Hero Academia Lemons!

Fatgum(Taishiro Toyomitsu)

~Okay so fair warning, this turned into a creampie thing. I have NO idea how it happened, it wasn't in my head when I first started this but oh boy did it. Please enjoy!~

"It'll be done in five minutes, Tai!" Rushing around the kitchen, I glance into the oven to check on the food. Not yet ready, so I speed into the living room to check on my bandaged up boyfriend. The pro-hero Fatgum looks embarrassed as I refill his cup of tea.

"[Y/n], this isn't necessary, I'm fine!" This wasn't the first time a job has left him beaten and bruised, but this was the first bigger incident since they first met. It's his first night home since dealing with the Hissaikai, and the worst of it was how sore he felt.

I stop, giving him a crestfallen look. "I've never seen you this thin, I'll feel better once I know you've eaten." Fatgum nods his head, watching as I retreat back into the kitchen. A second later I poke my head back in, "Eat that until the food is done!" I point at the onigiri on the table.

Back in the kitchen, I check the oven, happy to see golden brown. Setting them on the counter to cool, I set up the plates and bowls. Putting the freshly baked takoyaki on the serving tray. Grabbing the bowls, I give the chankonabe a final stir before filling both bowls.

I started the habit of making large quantities of the filling soup and freezing them to reheat on days like this. It was great for getting calories back into the fat absorbing hero.

Once I have everything set on a tray, I take the food out to him. His nose twitches as I sit everything down. "Is that-"

"Your favorite?" I playfully interrupt, "It is, but eat the soup too!"

He grabs his chopsticks and gives a cheeky grin, "No complaints here!"

I wait until he's eating to start myself. Taking small bites of my own soup, I let my eyes scan over Taishiro. I haven't seen much of his thin side, the thinnest being chubby. He was attractive in this form, but I knew him well enough to know that if he's this thin, it's because he had such a rough time on the job.

"How are Kirishima and Amajima?" I ask as I sit down and straighten out my sundress. I've met them both a few times when stopping by the agency. His clear adoration for the two boys was endearing.

"Well," He takes a moment to finish the food in his mouth, "They were both beat up pretty bad, but they'll make a full recovery." His face is somber now, so I decide to talk about my day to distract him.

Which ended up working! The two spent the entirety of dinner talking about the gossip in your office. He loved hearing the drama, always on the edge of his seat as I go over the past few days. That's one thing I loved about him, he always made me feel important.

"Did he ever say sorry to the poor girl?" He asks, the food nearly gone.

I shake my head. "Of course not! To be blunt she talks much more clearly than he does, and Japanese isn't her first language." Taishiro stands, going to grab the stacked bowls. "What are you doing?!"

Taishiro looks at me surprised, "Picking up...?" He says questioningly.

I grab the plates from his hands, adding them to the pile of empty dishes. "You will not! You're going to get in the bath."

He pouts, "I'm not that injured."

I give him a stern look, "Well I was going to help you wash up, but if you're fine then maybe I won't."

His eyes widen, tripping over his words. "H-help? Ya know, I c-could go for a nice b-bath." I roll my eyes and point towards the bedroom, to which he happily limped off to. Rushing to put the dishes in the sink, I make my way to the bathroom as Taishiro rummages through the dresser.