Safe Place

Nah, I’d win

[sassyorug]

𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ~ 𝓗𝓪𝔀𝓴𝓼 𝔁 𝓞𝓒 (𝓨𝓾𝓶𝓮)

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: after the intense battle between Hawks and Dabi, Hawks is left hospitalized and wingless. Yume rushes to his side, comforting him.

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst?

- ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: none that I think of

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: a little character info for Yume

Full name: Yume Aikawa

Hair: long, silky, black hair

Eyes: piercing purple eyes

Build: petite but strong

Quirk: teleportation - Yume can teleport herself and create portals (the portals are purple colored) for others to use. She can also teleport others by touching them, but this ability can be activated on command, allowing her to choose when to bring someone along.

Disclaimer: I know he lost his voice in the aftermath so don’t focus on that part in this fanfic😭

The sterile smell of the hospital assaulted Yume’s senses as she rushed down the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. She had received the news about Keigo, and the urgency in her steps mirrored the desperation in her heart. Turning a corner, she finally reached his room, pausing momentarily to collect herself before pushing the door open.

Inside, she saw Keigo sitting on his bed by the window, his back facing her. The sunlight cast a golden glow on him, but something crucial was missing. His wings. Her breath hitched at the sight. Steeling herself, she approached him.

"Keigo…" she called softly.

He turned to face her, a forced smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yume."

"How are you?" she asked, though she knew the answer.

"I'm fine," he replied, his voice betraying none of the pain she knew he felt.

Yume's heart ached at the sight of him pretending to be okay. She pulled a chair next to his bed and sat down. "Kei, you did so well. You're safe, and I’m safe," she said, her voice gentle but firm. She paused, letting her words sink in. "You saved so many lives, Keigo."

At her words, something in Keigo's facade cracked. She leaned in to give him a hug, and it was like a dam broke. He clung to her, his body shaking as he cried into her chest. Yume held him close, gently petting his hair, feeling her own tears well up.

Keigo rarely cried, and seeing him so vulnerable tore at her heart. She leaned back slightly, cupping his cheeks with both hands. His tears flowed freely, and she wiped them away, her own heart breaking into a million pieces.

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let it all out."

He went back into her embrace and sobbed some more, the sound raw and filled with all the pain he had been holding back. Yume stayed with him, offering comfort. She wanted to take away his pain, to shield him from the world, but she knew all she could do was be there for him, letting him know he wasn't alone.

Between sobs, he managed to speak. “He exposed everything, Yume. My past, my family and the fact that I kil-”

“Shh, Keigo.” She continued to pat his hair. “You did what you could, to protect yourself and him.”. She got to know from a colleague what he did to the villain Twice.

~~~~~

After a while, his sobs subsided, though the sorrow in his eyes remained. Yume rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling. "We'll get through this, Keigo.”

Exhausted by emotional release, Keigo and Yume eventually lay down on his hospital bed, holding each other close.

They ended up falling asleep in each others embrace.

[sassyorug]

𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓷𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼 - 𝓗𝓪𝔀𝓴𝓼 𝔁 𝓸𝓬

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: just a fluff fic about Hawks (bnha) and my oc Yume

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: romance, fluff

- ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: none

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: A little character info for Yume

Full name: Yume Aikawa

Hair: long, silky, black hair

Eyes: piercing purple eyes

Build: petite but strong

Quirk: teleportation - Yume can teleport herself and create portals (the portal(s) are purple colored) for others to use. She can also teleport others by touching them, but this ability can be activated on command, allowing her to choose when to bring someone along.

One morning, Yume woke up before Keigo which didn’t happen often because he usually woke up early for patrols. But today was an exception.

The soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She turned to find him still sound asleep, lying on his stomach with one wing draped protectively around her.

For a few moments, she simply watched him, taking in his peaceful expression and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. His wing was warm and soft against her.

Unable to resist, Yume reached out and began to stroke his back gently, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles and the soft down of his feathers. She marveled at how strong and yet how tender he could be.

Keigo stirred slightly under her touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping his lips. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked sleepily at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Good morning, love.”

“Good morning,” Yume replied, her voice soft and filled with affection. “Sorry I woke you up.”

Keigo stretched lazily, his wing tightening slightly around her before relaxing. “No, it’s okay. Waking up to your touch is the best way to start the day.”

Yume continued to stroke his back, smiling down at him. “You looked so handsome, I couldn’t help myself.”

He chuckled softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you did. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she said, her hand moving to rest on her belly. “I think he’s still asleep too.”

Keigo’s eyes softened as he placed his hand over hers, feeling the gentle swell of her stomach. “Our little one is growing so fast. I can’t wait to meet him.”

Yume leaned down and kissed him gently. “Neither can I.”

Keigo lifted his wing and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They lay there together, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the early morning. He let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong Kei..?” Yume asked while having a slight worried look on her face. She could tell something was bothering him.

Keigo repositioned himself and rested his chin on her head and, stroking her silky locks. “I’m just scared he will hate me, and that I can’t protect him…” he admitted.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Keigo. Our son is so lucky to have you.” She reassured. He hid his face on her head and let out another sigh, but this time out of relief.

“And he’s incredibly lucky to have you as his mom,” Keigo replied, his voice filled with love. “What I have done deserves you?”

That put a smile on her face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dove.”

Then they used the rest of the day just cuddling and in each other’s embrace. Not giving two f’s if the agency called him for work.

[sassyorug]

𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 - 𝓴𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓸

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Where instead of Kurenai and Asuma, it's kakashi who dies during a mission and Anko finding out about the news.

- ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: de@th/grief, emotional distress, pregnancy, loss of loved one, slight fluff?, sad ending.

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: It is not exactly what happened in the anime but I got inspired by that incident.

Bear in mind, there might be some spelling errors here and there so don't come for me and be kind this is just a work of fiction🤍 Enjoy!🤍

“Huh?” was all she could manage to say.

Naruto, one of Kakashi's students, came to Anko and Kakashi's shared home early one night. "H-he's gone, Miss Anko," he repeated, tears threatening to spill.

Anko’s shock didn’t waver even after hearing the boy say it twice. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, refusing to believe what she had heard.

When it truly hit her, she felt her legs losing strength. She fell to her knees, and Naruto was quick to catch her, preventing her from collapsing further.

Anko knew this mission would be dangerous. Before Kakashi left, she had tried to stop him, but without success.

“Do you really have to go on this mission? It’s dangerous,” Anko asked with concern as they walked towards their home.

Kakashi stopped and turned to face her, letting out a sigh of affection. “Trust me, Anko,” he said, gently touching her growing bump. “I will not leave you two alone.”

“Uff, I guess I have to trust you then,” she pouted with a slight tease, crossing her arms over her chest. “But promise you’ll come back to us,” she added, pointing a finger at his toned chest.

Kakashi chuckled. “I promise.”

Naruto had already gone home, leaving Anko alone. But before he left, he had managed to pass on Kakashi's last words for her, even though it was hard for him to say. “Anko, please take care of yourself and our child. Don’t cry for me; live your life. I love you so much.”

Anko’s hand covered her mouth as more tears streamed down her face, his last words echoing in her mind. “I love you too,” she whispered between sobs to the man who no longer existed.

Anko cried and cried, his words repeating in her mind, along with all the memories they had shared.

“What do you think is a good name for a boy or girl?” she had asked him one relaxing night as they sat on the sofa. Kakashi didn’t answer immediately, just admiring her beautiful features. Pregnancy really made her glow.

When Anko noticed he had been staring, she blushed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Stop that,” she said with a smile.

“What? I can’t admire my beautiful wife?” he teased. Anko blushed even harder. Despite being married for three years, she still wasn’t used to being called a wife, but she liked it.

“Okay, answer me this time. What do you think is a fitting name for a boy or a girl?”

Kakashi thought for a moment. “For a girl, I think Setsuna. And for a boy—”

“Sakumo,” Anko interrupted.

Kakashi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected to hear his father’s name. “Why?”

“He was a hero, after all, and your father whom you loved,” Anko replied.

Kakashi chuckled, at a loss for words. “Thank you, Anko,” he said, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss.

“You promised!” she cried over and over, her soul aching with the loss. That night, she neither slept nor ate.

A week had passed since Kakashi’s death. Anko attended his funeral, flanked by Kurenai and Asuma, who ensured she wasn’t alone during this difficult time. They had taken great care of her, especially now that she was pregnant. The funeral went smoothly, without any intrusions or attacks.

Anko brought flowers to place on his grave and laid a hand on the stone.

“Rest well, my love,” she whispered. “Until we meet again.”