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He is the number one pro-hero. So why was he running in the midst of the night as if it could save his life? Todoroki Enji muttered a quiet curse under his breath as he looked around. Shops were long closed considering it was one in the morning. Enji wouldn’t even have a rough idea where’s the nearest Family Mart, Lawson, or 7-Eleven could be—he may have gone around patrolling but the areas are in no way nearby his house.
His attention was quickly shifted to a bright one-story building by the corner. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Enji jogged towards the Family Mart convenience store. There were very few people—perhaps just him, two other customers, and the cashier. The man wasn’t used to entering convenience stores such as this and it took him a while to navigate, finally finding a whole shelf of chocolates. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, matcha chocolate—he picked out each of every type, stuffing them into a basket he’d picked up upon entering.
Enji scanned around, making sure that he didn’t miss anything. There’s danger awaiting should he make one single mistake. The basket was filled with a few teriyaki-stuffed onigiris, Pocari Sweats, more sweets, and a few hot packs. There was an obvious shock on the cashier’s side when Enji placed the basket on the counter. He could hear the poor cashier gave a silent gulp as he scanned each item and arranging it into the bags.
The hero waited in a rather impatient manner, tapping his fingers over the crossed arms. He was already like a lamb to the slaughter for taking quite some time shopping for essentials. Exhaling a sharp sigh, Enji assured himself it was alright if it meant to quell the monster. Never mind that he’ll have his served on a plate—he’d do anything to at least slightly pacify the raging monster that is currently residing in his home.
After scanning his card on the machine, Enji grabbed the bags and sprinted the moment he left the store. Despite his swiftness, the man was closer to execution as every second passes. When he finally did arrive his home, Enji was quick in entering his abode, rushing towards the direction of the terrifying monster.
As his hand was about to reach out to the doorknob of his room, the door swung open and it caught Enji by surprise. There stood an angry female wrapped in blankets. Her cheeks were pink and (e/c) reflected internal rage. “Where have you been?!” her voice asked in almost a hiss.
“I’m sorry…(y/n). I didn’t know where the nearest convenience store was” Enji bit his lip. It was unusual for him to apologize but he knew he should. Enji knew how much she was suffering. His poor partner tends to feel more pain during her menses. She was about to grab the bags from him, but Enji carried her to the living room. The man placed her on the couch and handed her the bags.
(y/n) growled a little when he unwrapped the blanket, but she drew back when Enji emanated a lower, deeper growl in response. He continued his ministrations and placed his palm over her belly, giving it some soothing rubs and gradually warming (y/n) up with his quirk. His striking orbs watched as (y/n) was tearing off a chocolate packaging and began munching it to her heart’s content. A small smile curled on her lips, prompting Enji to chuckle.
“What’s the point of buying heat packs if you’re doing this?” (y/n) looked to his hand at her belly, and back to him.
“For when I’m not home. I’m going to work tomorrow, (y/n)” Enji replied. A low purr sourced from (y/n), showing her contentment towards the comforting warmth. The man was silently thankful that she wasn’t angry at him. Enji had learned a lot of things—how scary (y/n) could be if she couldn’t satisfy her cravings during her period. He knows better now, and knows not to anger the dragon. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned; and in this case, (y/n)’s scornfulness from being rejected from having to satisfy her cravings.
“Can’t you take a day off? I just started today…” she pouted a bit. Bits of chocolate smeared at the side of her lips.
“(y/n)—I just ca…” Enji shook his head, about to turn her request down but stopped midsentence when (y/n) had tugged his sleeve. The man was bereft of speech at the sight of her contorted expression; how her brows were furrowed and a small frown was on her lips—and her eyes… her eyes were already welling up with tears.
“Please” it was a whisper.
Enji sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. True—he hasn’t been taking any off days for a very long time. Being the hero with most solved cases does that to a person. He’s a man of work—and it reflects strongly on his poor relationship with his family. But now, things are different. Enji had decided to settle down again—and he had chosen (y/n). Now, she’s asking him to stay—it was the choice of work or family once more and the man was determined to make the right choice this time around.
“Fine…” he finally said.
“Yay—I win” she smiled in contentment. Enji couldn’t help but feel smitten over how cute (y/n) was being. He gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead and rested his head over her shoulder while his hand was warming up her belly. He’s made the right choices this time around.