bnha scenarios

chisaki kai | ☁

prompt: with a germaphobic husband, it's a go-figure to have some pretty horrific wedding photos.
category: fluff
character: number 1 eri exploiter
word count: 805

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"MOMMY," A little voice chirped, prompting Y/n to look up. Her heart dropped at the sight of an old album in her hands. The six-year-old girl's little hands were curled around the dusty book, an innocent expression on her face as she pointed to one page in particular. Y/n started laughing, seeing the picture that her daughter was gesturing to. "What's this?" She finished her question.

Y/n grinned, "Honey, that's my wedding picture with your daddy." Himari's brows furrowed, a pout shaping her little lips. When she had gone through the rest of the album, she had only seen pretty pictures. One even had her father smiling! However, this one was entirely different. After Kurono had sneezed once, Chisaki was convinced it was 'flu season' despite it being July.

He made everyone at the wedding wear plague masks or regular masks after they ran out of the first type. "Why are they wearing that? It's like weird glasses," Himari said, her mother's arms wrapping around her. Y/n swiftly pulled her little daughter onto her lap, smiling down at her. "Because your daddy gets too paranoid sometimes,"

"I get a little too what sometimes?" A deep voice called.

A few fingers rapped at the door and Himari scurried out of her mother's grasp, running up to her father. Y/n softly smiled at Chisaki, holding up the album and pointing to the page. "We were talking about this," His wife remarked as he scooped up his daughter, her little arms looping around his neck instantly.

He blinked, glancing over at the old picture. "What about it?" Of course Chisaki didn't seem to see anything wrong, but his wife and daughter did. In fact, the day of the wedding, Y/n threatened to leave him at the altar if he didn't stop his madness. However, it seemed everyone was more afraid of Chisaki than her, still getting used to her presence in the first place.

Himari stuck her tongue out, "You wore masks on your wedding day, Daddy!" Kai looked at her confusedly, slowly unclipping his own and setting it down on a nightstand that he'd previously wiped down. "So?" He still didn't see anything wrong, glancing over at his daughter. Y/n laughed softly, approaching her husband before sweetly pressing her lips against his.

"It's weird, Kai," Her voice was quiet.

He ignored her comment, using another arm to wrap around his wife's waist and pull her closer. "Hello there," She hummed against his lips happily, pulling away afterward with another infectious laugh. "How was work?" Her hands gently fell onto his chest, but he remained unbothered.

He had grown used to her touch and although it had taken nearly a year, he'd grown used to his daughter's as well. It'd been a process, albeit a painful one. Kai sucked in a breath, smiling smoothly. "It went well. We've made more progress," All Y/n knew was that when he was working, he was working on a cure.

She had poked and prodded about what the cure was for before, but he'd refused to answer her and things had become quite violent after she'd gotten 'too involved' according to him. "That's good," Y/n said, slowly taking Himari out of his arms and into hers. He sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair. 

"I'm going to go take a shower. Will dinner be ready by then?"

Y/n chewed on her bottom lip, nodding curtly. "It should be," Chisaki just nodded back, leaving the room after grabbing a few of his things. Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, setting her daughter down. Himari watched with curious eyes as her mother closed the album, quickly setting it on the nightstand before kneeling down and reaching for something under the bed.

With two hands, Y/n pulled out two separate suitcases. Her daughter wandered over to her, brows furrowed as she watched her mother frantically zip up the suitcases and shove the clothes that stuck out back inside. "Mommy, what are you doing?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. Something in her told her that she should be quiet.

Her mother huffed, still holding the suitcases as she turned to look at her daughter. Brushing back a piece of her bang that stuck out, she stared at Himari. "We're going home," Y/n said shortly, double-checking the luggage before standing up and sticking her hand out. Little Himari blinked, having no choice but to envelop her little fingers with her mother's hand.

And six months later, it was no surprise to see her father's face on the TV.

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i bitched about my migraine for an hour before getting up to write this. pls appreciate it. <3