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Thanks to his quirk, his body’s constantly warm, always radiating heat.

Normally, it doesn’t bother you. If anything, you love it. It’s like having a heated blanket that grumbles when you steal his warmth.

But now it’s the middle of summer.

And your AC’s broken.

The apartment feels miserable, thick with heat that clings to your skin no matter where you stand or what you do.

You finish your nightly routine, already sweating a little as you flop down into the bed with little to nothing on.

You spread yourself across your side like a starfish, refusing to move in hopes the little fan pointed directly at you can work some kind of miracle.

Katsuki walks in a minute later, towel draped around his neck as he dries his damp hair, “You alive?”

“Barely”

He snorts, “You’ll live.”

He climbs in next to you, giving you a goodnight peck, then immediately goes to spoon you.

You huff loudly, pushing him away from you with a pathetic whine, “too hot”

He frowns, sitting upright immediately, “What the fuck?”

You raise an eyebrow, “..What?”

“You got another man?” he blurts, already wearing the world’s nastiest pout, “Why don’t you wanna cuddle?”

You can’t help the laugh that slips out at that, “Katsuki, it’s too hot!”

His eyebrows furrow tightly, huffing air out of his nose. He flops back down angrily, turning his back to you with a pissy little hmph.

You simply roll your eyes and scooch back over to your side.

Exactly twelve seconds pass before he rolls back over, “I can’t sleep like this!”

“You’ll live” you mock, shooting him a sarcastic smile.

“So you hate me and think i’m a disgusting freak? Got it” he practically hisses, frowning so hard it almost looks painful

“You’re being so dramatic”, you laugh, “I just want to sleep comfortably”

“Well I wanna cuddle my girl, dammit”

“I’m already sweating!”

A few seconds pass where he’s staring at you real hard while you pretend to not notice, then he suddenly grabs his phone.

“I’m calling icy-hot to come cool this place down” he barks, already calling poor Shoto.

“Kats-“

“And we’re getting a new AC tomorrow” he interrupts, “I’m not dealing with none of this ‘too hot to cuddle’ bullshit” he mutters

You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips.

For being a huge grump, he’s such a baby.

An hour later, after a very amused Shoto cools the apartment down, Katsuki’s practically glued to your side.

“There,” he mutters into your neck, “now quit whining”

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empathy:

is responding to a person’s emotions by experiencing the same emotion as them (i.e. feeling sad when something sad happens to that person, or happy when something happy happens to that person.)

is an automatic response that cannot be controlled

cannot be learned

sympathy:

is recognizing that another person is in pain, even if you do not experience that pain, and offering comfort to that person

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

compassion:

is showcasing care and support via words and actions

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

if you need an example of a person with no empathy who practices sympathy and compassion, look no further than data from star trek: the next generation. he doesn’t have emotions at all, but he’s still kind to people and wants to help them.

People with too much empathy may at times be less reliable in times of need. Empathy means when someone is upset - you are upset. Involountairly. And its exausting!

I observed a generaly kind people with high empathy reflexively downplaying somebody’s suffering as a defence mechanism so they arent forced feel it themselves. “Oh Im sure its not that bad!” (*I dont want to become upset) Or even snapping on the other person “Stop being so dramatic!” (*Stop making me feel this way)

People with lower empathy may not know or understand how other people feel and what to do about it. But in turn they may be able to handle other people’s distress and stay calm. Not to mention acting in the stress situations.

nanami was a man who loved taking care of you in every single way possible; he truly spoiled you.

you were never allowed to open a door, never allowed to hang up your own coat or take off and stash away your own shoes.

you never had to run to the corner store last minute because the snack you wanted wasn’t there (nanami already bought another pack in advance) or because your shampoo was almost finished (nanami bought three new bottles when he realised you were about to run out).

nanami who spoiled you more than you could’ve possibly imagined. you eyed a statement piece for more than five seconds in a store display? it was on your side of the bed in a nice box the same evening. you mentioned seeing a video of a delicious looking, but expensive, restaurant on your feed? you and him had reservations the next time you had a date night.

so when he had to go to shibuya, he never imagined it would completely flip when he got back.

he knew the risks that came with the job; the risks were the reason he hadn’t proposed to you yet. and still, mid-fight with mahito, that started to become a glaring regret. was he a coward? was he going to die? would he never see you again?

those were the last thoughts circulating in his head before he passed out; regret. regret that he should’ve cherished you even more than was possible while he lived.

he came to a few weeks after, but it could’ve been years; he didn’t know better. the only indicator that the fight had been fairly recent was the way his body ached. that was before he looked down.

when he did it became glaringly obvious that he wasn’t okay. his left arm was missing and the skin on that side of his body was.. ruined. it was completely scorched and tender to the touch. he was alive, but at what cost?

and then his first coherent thought when he woke up was about you, again. would you still love him even if he looked like this? even if he was going to be a burden to keep around?

you had rushed down to the clinic when shoko had called you with the news. not that you were far away, no, you had popped out to get something to drink at the cafeteria (after shoko scolded you for not taking proper care of yourself)

“kento? oh my goodness, ken..” you mumbled as you walked over to nanami, gently cupping the right side of his face as to not hurt him.

he whispered out your name, his voice hoarse from disuse. an expression which had to be a mix of love, fear and sadness spreading over his features. “you shouldn’t see me like this.”

you shook your head, a tear sneakily making its way out of your eye and down yours cheek. “don’t say that. don’t say that when i thought you wouldn’t wake up again.”

nanami gulped, his right hand reaching up to brush the tear from your cheek with an ache in his heart. “you’re right. i’m sorry i scared you, sweetheart.”

a little over a week later nanami was finally discharged; his wounds having healed almost completely, just requiring some ointment which could easily be applied at home.

there was a stark difference now though. nanami was weak. he had to learn how to function with one hand. he couldn’t do most basic tasks anymore the way he used to. that struggle compared with the continual pain of his scorched skin and the mental pain of his rapidly developing insecurities regarding his appearance made him start to close off.

you noticed how he would bashfully pull away from you whenever you helped him do something, how he’d insist on applying the ointment himself, how he would always sit on your left so you couldn’t see the left, disfigured side of his body.

you sprinkled in compliments here and there, trying to not make them overbearing and obvious, but they seemed to be going in one ear and out the other.

that much became obvious when he asked if you would please switch sides on the bed you had shared for years. he wanted you to lay on the left side instead of him.

“sure, but why, kento?” you asked, knowing why but wanting to hear him say it.

he sighed in response, his hand coming up and rubbing the back of his neck. “you know why. don’t make me say it.” he mumbled, looking almost ashamed.

“ken..” you sighed, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot beside you, waiting for nanami to sit down before continuing. “you know your wounds don’t make me love you any less, right?”

“i know” he mumbled, looking down into his lap, almost akin to a child being told off. “i just.. something in me can’t believe you. i mean, i’m not who i once was.”

“you’re still my kento.” you immediately responded, grabbing nanami’s hand, thumb rubbing gently on the back of it. “i know how you feel about your body, about your current abilities. i see it in everything you do.”

nanami sniffled slightly beside you, voice cracking as he spoke. “i just wanted things to be the way they were. i feel like i’m just a burden on you. i don’t understand why.. why you would even want to be with someone who’s as useless as i have become.”

you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “baby, you need to understand.. you hate your current state because you’re not what you once were; but the current you means everything to me, because at one point i thought i’d lost you. do you realise how scary that was?”

you allowed the words to take up space in the conversation for a moment before continuing. “you’re still the most handsome man i’ve ever seen. i would choose you a thousand times over, with or without your wounds. it doesn’t matter to me kento.”

a tear dripped down nanami’s cheek onto the crown of your head, his chest heaving at this point. “do you mean that?”

“every word. we can get through this together, we just have to work as a team, alright? let me help you.” you hummed, pulling back and cupping nanami’s face as he nodded weakly before hugging you.

after that things greatly improved. you actively helped nanami with his insecurities; buying him an eyepatch and defending him whenever people referred to him as being ‘scary’.

and he allowed you to help him, instead of trying to do everything on his own. you helped him bathe himself since he couldn’t reach all over his back anymore with one hand. you helped him with the cooking, with opening jars, with tying his shoes. everywhere you could help, you did.

but in turn you didn’t take away his ‘duties’. you still let him take off and hang your coat, still let him take off your shoes, even if it took a bit longer. it was worth it to see his proud smile afterwards, happy he was still able to take care of you in return.

You knew that already. You memorized his tells.

You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.

But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.

That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.

As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.

Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.

Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.

But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.

“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.

When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.

He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.

“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.

He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.

“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”

a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.

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you finally understood the importance of the type of man you marry.

your whole body was weak, aching, and sore all over after giving birth. for the first couple days afterwards, you were pretty much bedridden at the hospital. but through every agonising hour, toji was by your side, refusing to leave, glued to an uncomfortable chair beside you.

after day two, you finally regained some energy and movement. the nurses suggested you try to walk and take a shower, get your body back into commission. toji refused to let anyone else help you, practically shooing the nurses away as he helps you out of bed, one strong arm around your waist as he walks you to the bathroom.

you limp a little, wincing still at the lingering pain between your legs. "can’t you just carry me like you usually do when i’m tired?" you whine, holding onto toji for dear life as you pad closer to the bathroom. "y’can do it, baby. few more steps, atta girl," he encourages, supporting you effortlessly with those strong arms.

honestly, you were dying for a hot shower. and to get out of the bulky pads you’re wearing to stop you from pissing yourself.

toji flicks the shower on, then turns back to you, carefully unfastening your maternity gown and letting it pool at your feet. he smiles gently at your still swollen belly, covered in stretch marks, rubbing it with two hands and feeling how empty and soft it was now. "gonna miss this bump."

you place your hands on his shoulders as he helps you out of your underwear, discarding the used pad with his bare hands like it wasn’t covered in all types of bodily fluid.

without an ounce of judgement, he sits you down on the toilet, holding your hand as you relieve yourself, gritting your teeth through the burning sensation. once you finish, you hold onto one of his arms as he wipes you gently, careful not to cause you any discomfort. “still sore?" he asks, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

you nod slowly, letting toji walk you to the shower, the warm droplets beginning to cascade down your skin. you look at him expectedly as the steam begins to fill the small bathroom. "yeah, i’m comin" he says, taking his own clothes off to join you.

your husband steps in with you, pressing his chest to your back, hands steady on your hips as he presses soft kisses to your neck. you sigh in relief, finally able to take a second to breathe after all the chaos.

toji takes the soap from your bag nearby, lathering you in it, then takes a soft sponge and washes you. he’s extra careful, hands unhurried as he cleans you, praising you with that low, gravelly voice. "been so strong these last few days, mama.”

he moves on to your hair, washing and conditioning it thoroughly, doing everything in his power to help you feel refreshed again. once he’s done, he holds you close once more, hands on your soft belly, chin resting on your shoulder.

it was pure bliss — serenity. you both stayed there for a while, enjoying every quiet moment you can get whilst the nurses took your baby for its checkup.

when you exit the shower, he’s already grabbing you a soft robe, helping you into it and grabbing you a fresh pad and pair of underwear. "hold onto me, there ya’ go," he says, slipping your underwear on, up to your knees and sitting you on the lid of the toilet.

he hadn’t even bothered to dry himself off yet, or grab a towel; you were his priority. always.

toji crouches in front of you, sticking your large pad to your underwear. you watch him with a smile, so careful, so focused. he then layers the pad with soothing compresses before helping you back onto your feet, pulling your underwear up and fastening your robe.

"feel ok?" he asks, tucking a stray, damp strand of hair behind your ear.

you smile and nod, too exhausted to dry or brush your hair. you limp back towards your bed, toji follows close behind you in case you fell — quickly grabbing a towel beforehand. he helps you back into bed, pulling the blanket back over you.

"need anythin’ else, baby?" he asks, perching on the end of your bed, hand over your thigh.

"a kiss before i nap for like another ten hours?" you smile, closing your eyes. without having to be asked twice, he leans over, kissing you softly — once on your cheek, once on your lips. "love you," he murmurs."

"mm, love you too."

the room grows silent as you settle in, resting your mind and body. he stays sat with you, rubbing your thigh, still shirtless and dripping wet.

"you better put a shirt on before the nurses come back," you mumble. "on it," he responds with a low chuckle, heading back towards the bathroom.

a/n; just a toji blog atp LOL