Evil....Maybe Not

Meaning of life

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Deku's POV:

It's been five years since I've truly taken the time to reflect on things. As I lay there, holding my sleeping child in my arms, I couldn't help but marvel at how much she resembled me. She had my freckles and green eyes, but she also had Kacchan's hair and his fiery personality. I chuckled softly to myself, imagining what it would be like to handle two little angry Pomeranians running around the house. "This house is going to be just like Kacchan when we were growing up," I mused, a warm smile spreading across my face.

Being an omega capable of giving birth is a rare and delicate situation. As a male omega, it carries significant risks, including potential complications and even death. We were fortunate to find a doctor who specialized in such cases, thanks to her unique quirk. Her expertise and care allowed us to bring this beautiful child into our lives.

Kacchan and I made the decision to start a family after we got married and finally moved out of those cramped dorms. Our wedding was a memorable event; almost everyone from our class attended, along with a few teachers and pro heroes who understood our unique situation. It was a beautiful day, filled with love and joy that seemed to shimmer in the memories of that day.

After saving enough money, we bought a house and began our new life together. Kacchan is the primary breadwinner, but I also contribute by running a tattoo parlor that I finally managed to open. I had originally considered becoming a therapist, but I realized I wasn't sure I could handle other kids' traumas. I struggled with my own past, and dealing with others' pain felt overwhelming.

The trauma from my childhood had been a burden for years. I came forward and admitted what my father had done to me and my mother. All Might, who attended our wedding, eventually defeated All For One and put him in a highly guarded prison. I try to visit him from time to time to introduce him to his granddaughter, but his bitter remarks never fail to annoy me. "I see you took my advice and went with that blond alpha boy," he'd said. It's infuriating, but some part of me still feels a strange affection for the old prick.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts wandered to the previous night. The soreness in my body was a reminder of our intense passion, a mix of pleasure and fatigue. My omega senses were still heightened, feeling the lingering effects of our time together. The scent of our pheromones mingled with the cool sheets, and I found myself reflecting on the depth of our connection. It was a reminder of how much has changed, and yet, how deeply rooted our bond remains.

Izumi stirred and let out a cute little yawn. Her small face lit up with excitement as she asked, "Papa, when is Dada coming home?" I smiled and answered, "Not until later, sweets. He has lots of work to do!" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Saving the world, right!?" I nodded and said, "Saving the world! Now let's get you to bed!"

She bounded out of bed, challenging me with a playful, "Not unless you can catch me!" I sighed and chased her through the house, her laughter echoing through the hallways. When I finally caught her and scooped her up, I declared, "Tickle attack!" Her laughter filled the room, a sound that always brightens my day. "Stop it, Papa!" she giggled. "Not until you agree to sleep so you can be as big and strong as your Dada!" I continued to tickle her until she finally relented. "Okay, okay, I'll go night-night!"

I stopped tickling her and tucked her into bed. "Did you brush your teeth?" I asked. She gave me a mischievous smirk and nodded. "You are just like your father," I teased. "Go and brush your teeth!" She complied and snuggled back into bed. "Night-night, Izumi," I said softly. "Night, Papa," she replied. I turned off her lights and closed the door behind me, letting out a tired sigh. I wondered, "Where is he?"

I stayed up until 2 AM, watching TV and trying to pass the time until I heard keys in the door. Kacchan had finally come home. "Hey, why are you still up, Izu?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and fatigue. I sleepily walked over to him. "Just waiting for you." He looked exhausted. "I told you I'd be back later tonight! They had us doing patrols for hours!" I tapped his cheek gently, and he bent down. I pecked his lips and said, "You must be tired. Go take a shower. I'm going to bed now that I know you're home."

He gave me a bitter smile, and I noticed how it made him look a little self-conscious. "Izu..." he started, but I cut him off. "I'm going to bed." I walked down the hall to our bedroom and slid into the cool sheets. I tried to relax, but my mind raced with thoughts. "I would've been the worst therapist," I thought to myself as I struggled to fall asleep.

Bakugo's POV:

Finally home after what felt like endless patrols, I noticed the lights were still on. "Not again," I muttered under my breath. I saw Deku sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the TV screen. When he noticed me, his eyes darted over. "Hey, what are you still doing up, Izu?" he asked. He gave me a soft peck on the lips. "You must be tired. Go take a shower. I'm going to bed now that you're home."

I couldn't help but give him a bitter smile. His concern was touching, but it also made him seem a little too self-conscious. "Izu..." I began, but he interrupted. "I'm going to bed." He walked away, leaving me to curse under my breath. "Fuck."

Since Deku's mother died, he's been struggling with issues that seemed minor at first but had resurfaced and worsened over time. His separation anxiety had become a significant problem, and though he was a great father and loved Izumi dearly, it was tough seeing him like this. The presence of our daughter brought him some closure, especially since she reminded him of me.

Deku has shared with me how being apart from me triggers memories of his time with the League. He's recounted the traumatic experiences he endured, including the horrifying assault he suffered. Dabi, who happened to walk in during that moment, and the others fought to save him from further pain. It's painful to think about, and it still affects him deeply.

I took a quick shower, checked on Izumi, and then headed to bed. I found Deku sitting upright, looking a bit dazed. I climbed from my side of the bed and sat next to him, gently bringing his head to my lap. I started brushing my fingers through his soft green hair, trying to soothe him.

"You don't have to be strong all the time," I said softly. "You can be weak. Those are words you told me once, but maybe you were directing them more at yourself. I want you to know I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere. You and Izumi are my life, and I wouldn't give you up for anything."

He seemed to relax a bit as I continued to softly comb his hair. "You will get through this because me and our beautiful daughter are here, and at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Not too long ago, in one of your episodes, you asked what the meaning of life is. I'm not sure about that, but when I look at your life, I see a lot. I see a survivor, a go-getter, an artist, a family man, a lover, a caretaker, dependable, and a strong-willed individual who can do anything."

I could hear his breathing steady as he fell asleep. Without waking him, I gently scooted over, lying down on my side with him facing me, and held his small body in an embrace. I let out a small sigh. "Sweet dreams," I whispered, letting the weight of the day and the comfort of our shared moments wash over me.

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