content : incest, mentions of sex.
you were just trying to help your papa into his sleepwear. his usual yukata style ones have not finished drying, since it’s rain season. it’s also too cold outside for him to sleep shirtless. at least that’s what you insisted.
your father’s been like this, in recovery, for almost a year now. in didn’t occur to you that your father’s quirk is in tact, only his physical limbs are ruined.
of course, he’s been difficult here and there. it’s nothing uncommon for you now. that’s why you couldn’t see the desperation, defeat, and additional anger in his tone tonight.
“i have told you repeatedly, to stop treating me like a handicap, i can clothe myself.” he grunts, his one remaining hand keeps trying to push you off of him.
“please papa, just let me make sure you’re warm. it’s cold outside.” you struggle against his strength, and currently, you’re about to win.
your tone of coo, that is usually comforting and adorable to him, is now throwing gasoline to his fire.
embarrassment and frustration blinds him. and in a blink, you ended up with your back harshly hitting the door.
you rapidly blink your eyes to regain focus.
you look back at your father and realized what happened.
that was the first thing you noticed. hellflame taking the shape of his missing arm. no wonder he had the energy to shove you that hard.
it hurt, your body. but you’ve experienced worse. so that’s not your concern. what you’re worried about is his condition, he hasn’t used his quirk in so long, you’re not sure if his body can handle it.
he’s panting hard, sweating through his clothes, steam coming out of his body.
you hurriedly try to crawl back to him, your movement halted by a glare.
“you get away from me.” he spats, giving a pang to your heart.
“you heard me,” he grits his teeth.
“you keep treating me like this even thought i repeatedly told you to stop.”
your eyes start to sting, tears easily pooling.
“papa, i just want to take care of you…” you plead
“you need help, how are you going to do anything by yourself ? why should you—“
“i don’t want to see your face again. you stay away from my chamber. you will speak to me when you are spoken to.”
“GET OUT!” he yells. his signature fire mask making an appearance.
you would’ve fought to stay, but your little feet carried you out running.
you make a stop at the kitchen, your trembling hands pour yourself a glass of water.
you start doing things around the kitchen to calm yourself down and let time pass.
before you know it, it’s almost midnight. your eyelids are starting to get heavy. but your room is on the other side of the house from where your father’s room is located, and you don’t want to be far in case he needs you.
so you grab a jacket and blanket, still warm from the dryer. inhaling the fresh scent of detergent, courtesy of this afternoon’s load of laundry.
you quietly pitter patter close to your father’s room. making sure you’re close enough to hear so much as a breath he took wrong, you make yourself comfortable and try to get some sleep.
meanwhile, enji is in a crisis.
technically he didn’t hit you. he repeatedly said no and you kept pushing until he forcefully removes his arm. it wasn’t ill intended, really. it’s just, apparently his raw physical strength remained, and he didn’t realize that.
but he hurt you. he raised his voice at you, and kicked you out.
(now that was not what happened, but in his guilt ridden head, it was)
forget sleep, he’s been trashing around his futon left and right.
though, what you said was true, he admits to himself. this long sleeved full cotton sleepwear is indeed comfortable. but his restlessness is making him sweat like crazy.
his heart squeezes in his chest. his sensitive baby must be sobbing her eyes out in her room. how could he, after years of hardwork fixing his mistake, fall back into the same pattern.
he decided for a glass of cold water to cool down. he thought, maybe if you finally left the house on your own accord you can finally forget him and live the life you deserve.
he wallows in grief at the picture.
he doesn’t want you away, he wants his baby to be glued to his side. he wants you dependent on the touch of his skin.
he doesn’t want you to fall in love with someone your age. he wants you for himself. he wants to be the one and only that knows your entirety. he wants to be the only one that memorizes your crevices. he wants to be the only one that gets to feel your soft lips. the only one that gets to kiss you with all his desire, the only one that gets to nuzzle the warmth of your breast, the only one who makes you feel good, the only one to kiss every inch of your skin, the only one to have you, to become one flesh and body with you. to listen to your breathy moans, to smell the shampoo on your hair as he finishes inside you.
he is your beginning, and he wants to be your end. he wants you in your entirety.
he struggles to get up, the sharp pain in his legs is making it hard to move. but he’d be damned if he has to use a fucking crane to walk to his own kitchen.
he makes short steps to the door, and as he slides it, the sight made his heart stop.
the sight of his baby, curled under a thin blanket, with a folded jacket as a pillow.
his baby, his spoiled, coddled, hight maintenance baby that needs at least 5 pillows on her queen sized orthopedic bed, and a heavy 10000 thread count quilt weighing her down to sleep, is willingly laying on the hard floor with a makeshift pillow, just to be close to him.
he would love nothing than to bend down and scoop you into his arms, but currently, his pain is forbidding him to. he doesn’t want to accidentally drop his body on you.
“y/n,” he calls your name several times before managing to wake you up.
“umm… hnn… *yawn* papa… are you okay ?” you ask, half asleep.
he very slowly crouches to your level, biting his tongue from the pain.
he scoops you tight to his chest.
“why are you here..?” he asks, voice breaking from the sight.
“i was afraid the pain would come back while you were sleeping, and that you’d need me.” you whisper, burying your face to his chest, gently fisting the clothing.”
“i’m sorry. for hitting you, i was scared to hold you back, i—“
you’re quick to cut him before he goes that far “i wouldn’t call it hitting papa, you’ve gotten so much weaker you know,” you try to joke,
you hold his face and look his eyes, “you will never be unloved by me, okay ? i love you. and nothing i do for you is weighing me down papa. the hell am i gonna do with my time anyways ? date some lanky guy with mommy issues and a ridiculous fear of gold diggers asking me to split the bill at cheap steak restaurant ?”
he chuckles a little at your remarks,
“though, i was surprised at the surge of power you had back there, you should use it to hold me down while you fuck me hard then papa, see it as a way of showing gratitude to your little nurse ~ “
“watch the language, girl.”
“hee hee,” you grin, “why don’t we go back to bed together, okay papa ?”
he nods, “okay,” and presses a passionate kiss to your lips.
that night, as many other nights before, you’re entangled under the comfort of your quilt, enjoying each other’s warmth.