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. flashback .

'I... I really think I should visit Y/N's mom... and when I do- I'll beat her up. Yeah... that sounds nice. Because if I do, it'd... it'd stop Y/N from getting any more scars..!'

Shoto's eyes widen as his pupils dilated while his teeth gritted and small fists clenched in anger.

Right now, you were beside him.

Wounded that is.

Bruises and cuts were around your tiny child body and you were already used to it since you always had a brazen mother whose beatings you were used to.

Perhaps you wouldn't get hurt if the boy would take a step forward and beat your mom up.

You noticed Shoto's blank expression making worry wash over you.

"Hey Sho... I'm alright. I really am!" You giggled.

A bright smile was plastered in your face.

Although it was there, Shoto couldn't help but feel himself go insane and mad over the wounds that were around your body.

"W-we... we should definitely call the police and arrest her. She's not nice at all Y/N- not nice." He shook his head.

"I know but I'm a big girl! And besides, isn't my situation kind of similar with yours? It'll be fine!" You sheepishly grinned.

Shoto felt his heart go warm just looking at you.

But the hatred he felt against your mother was almost on par with his against his father.

"U-um... Flower?" He nudges you making you hum.

Reluctantly, the young boy fiddled his fingers with his shirt making you giggle.

"What is it?"

He flinched before he shyly brought out a box of bandaids and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I bought these for you..!" His tone got higher out of nervousness.

Your eyes sparkled as you took the bandaids until you opened and saw the kind that were colorful and brightly-colored. There were even designed ones as well.

"Wow!! Shoto, thank you! Help me put these on my wounds pleaseeee hehe."

"You like it?" He asks as he picks out bandaids and gently plastered them around your wounds.

You pumped your fist. "Yeah! Anything Shoto give I'll immediately love!"

The color red fumed his face. "L-l-love..."

You giggled before showing a lovely and sincere smile at him, "Maybe one day I can put on bandaids on you too."

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Shoto winces before his eyes slowly opened, grunting by the pain.

It was another dream of you again. He wasn't even surprised anymore.

He stayed still for a while processing his thoughts.

There were at least three people wearing a doctor and nurse's outfit.

The nurse gasped. "Hero Shoto has awaken!"

Until his eyes widen and bolted up making his head sting.

"Y/N." He murmured your name.

Looking around, it seemed like he was on an ambulance with three medical-employed people.

Trying to remember the events that happened, all that his memory would give was the warm familiar touch that carresed his face along with the gentle voice that he swore he knew.

"You did well, my love." Was what came off in a blur but his ears didn't fail to capture the voice.

"That had to be her... right? I'm not going insane- right?" Shoto mumbled to himself, hand clenching his hair into a fist.

Until he wore a confused and surprised face when he saw colorful and brightly-designed bandaids around him.

Observing closely, his eyes widen when he remembered the old yet nostalgic bandaids.

'Y/N!' His eyes twinkled, a pink blush grew on his cheeks while his lips curved upwards.

But his smile halts when the doctor spoke.

"Hero! Thank goodness you were alright. Fortunately, someone stopped the bleeding early before you'd lose more blood."

Then he continues, "Since we've finished treating your wound, we need to replace the bandaids-"

"No! Don't." Shoto growled, furrowing his eyebrows.

The sudden tone made them flinch. In addition, his death glare had simply closed the lips shut.

"W-well, the bandaids are still quite new! Maybe we can replace them in a much later time-"

"It's fine. You don't need to. These can stay here." He had to stop himself from showing emotions but his smile and blush effortlessly displayed.

This even brought the medical staff to gasp and blush in surprise and confusion.

"Ah... so you must've known her!"

His heart skipped a beat. "Y-yes I do. Where is she?" Excitement laced in his words.

"You both know each other? She was very worried and kept looking at you yet stayed far from you so I thought she was just a respectful fan." Nurse #2 says.

The other nurse pondered for a while, "But now that you mentioned it, she did look to overowrried like she was stressing not only of Sir Shoto but also as if like-"

"-As if like she wanted to come near but couldn't?" Shoto joined in.

The three widen their eyes and looked at each other before back at the hero.

"Yes... Well, I suppose you could conclude that since you may have fans with similar behavior as well."

Shoto's heart couldn't stay still.

The fact that you were stressing and worried over him so much actually pleased him.

To the point where he's honestly considering to get himself intentionally wounded more in the future.

Furthermore, he also now knew that you wanted to come nearer.

So with that in mind, he could come up with the approach that you do still care about him.

He needed to see you.

"I have to go-"

"No, sir! You need to stay put. With an injury like this, it'd take less than a few minutes for the-"

"I said, I have to go." Shoto gave daggers in the eye with the doctor, sending chills.

"B-but sir... It'd worsen..."

Shoto clicked his tongue.

And when he was about to leave the medical bed, one of his employees showed up.

"Sir! Shoto! We've caught a trail!"

. . .

"Oi L/N I fucking swear- Stop getting yourself into trouble." Bakugou spoke from across the line.

You bet he was stressed over you again.

"Sorry Bakugou~ But I knew I could count on you again!" You sheepishly scratched your neck.

Right now you were far from the scene, walking normally and blending in the crowd on your way home.

"Fuck you, you bitch. Why did I even tangle myself in with your love problems." He grumbled.

You scoffed. "Because we're bestfriends!! Anyway... how's Shoto?"

"Icyhot won't die easily. Sheesh. Real question here, did you escape?"

"Luckily I did. I almost couldn't but my quirk proved it wrong. You helped me out too."

If it wasn't for your oh so almighty childhood friend who took the trouble to distract the dual-haired man's employees, there wouldn't have been any openings for you to escape.

"Yeah no shit. You owe me a drink."

"I'll add your favorite spicy food too. The kids will be super glad if you visit again." You smiled sincerely.

Bakugou smirks from across the phone. "Who wouldn't be fucking glad having a hero like me visit fan's homes?"

"Whatever whatever. How will I pay you back?"

"Nah. No need. Your quick help in solving cases is something no one can give in my agency."

"Aww~ Is Bakugou complimenting me?"

"Go eat dirt." He spat.

You simply laughed as you can now see your house close.

"Stay safe too Bakugou. I need to go now."

"Tell the brats I said hi."

"Sure sure." You smiled, glad to know his soft spot for your children was still there.

Then he ended the call.

You entered your house, tired and worried.

When you saw your lover struggling and in pain, you just couldn't ignore him.

Even when the opponent was defeated, you didn't leave his side and treated his wounds to the best that you can.

What couldn't leave your mind was the beating of your heart when you were so close to him that time.

The feeling kept lingering not only in your heart but also in your fingers which had caressed his face.

You shook your head, blushing furiously.

"Mom!" Shoma exclaims making you turn your head.

Your lips curved upwards, happy to see your two boys.

Ah, what a blessing it really is to have them.

Feeling as if energy came back to you again, you opened your arms.

"Mom's back!" You laughed as they lunged in to hug you tight.

Sharing a warm group hug, Shoichi first pulled away.

"Ma, we saw the opponent Dad defeated in the news. They say he was badly injured.." Worry laced your child's words.

Your eyes softened but you showed a brave smile.

"I know your father. He wouldn't be defeated that easily, and I'm positive he'd recover quick too."

Shoma and Shoichi's eyes twinkled happily.

"I must admit too- I actually helped your father as well." You laughed as if it was nothing.

They gasped in surprise.

"wHAT?"

"Mom mom!! Did you both made up? Can we see him now too? Wow! Was he surprised?" Your youngest twin bomboarded you with questions.

You sweatdropped but shook your head.

"Your father was unconscious... I only stopped the blood from gushing out and treated some of the minor wounds."

Shoma frowned in defeat but Shoichi sighed in relief.

"That's good to hear..." He mumbles.

You really wished you could find the courage to talk to him again. But you felt too guilty to even approach him. The audacity of suddendly showing up in front of him after 8 years wanting to make up. The thought of it just saddens you.

"Now then, let me make sobas for you." You clapped both of your hands.

As the eldest twin nodded and headed to help you, the youngest had a... frustrated look on his face.

But he shook it off and followed you both to the kitchen.

. . .

Shoto was now in his private room, still bandaged by his abdomen.

On his face did a blank yet dark expression lay.

A laptop with a recorded audio rested on a table in front of him as he hears the familiar voice of someone he didn't expect to hear.

Shoto purses his lips in frustration, fist clenching as his blood boiled in anger.

The menace his eyes and aura gave off was... overwhelming.

"I... should probably pay a visit to someone. We may have an interesting chat to settle..."

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