Requested by: WinterMuffy
Minor spoilers for the manga
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Sometimes, you felt a pang of sorrow for Rei. She had suffered unbearably for years, at the hands of your beloved. She had never known the heart behind the hatred, the hero consumed by the monster. She was a lovely woman, one who you had many friendly interactions with, whilst Enji was filing for a divorce. Her steady gaze had reassured you, but her stories were terrifying. She wanted you to recognise just what you were becoming involved in - this man possessed four children, all of whom he had abused at some point, with varying degrees of animosity. You learned that his eldest child couldn't stand the torture, physical and psychological, which resulted in him running away. His middle children, Natsuo and Fuyumi, were the least tormented, but the former held heaps of disgust and resentment towards his father. The youngest, Shouto, was allegedly his 'masterpiece', being trained from a considerably impractical age, simply due to the potential of his quirk. This inside information stayed with you for a long time, and although you weren't about to call him a saint, you did acknowledge his desire to change, growing into both a better person, and a better parent. He would still be there for his four children, even if they didn't want him - you vowed to ensure that.
It didn't exactly alter your opinion, however, because you remained engaged to the Flame Hero, and eventually, the two of you married. It was a relatively small ceremony, since his status as the number one pro hero could be compromised, if a larger service took place. Not only that, but if word surfaced that he was marrying for a second time, the public would surely question it, and the negative media attention was something neither of you particularly favoured the idea of. You didn't wish to be at the brunt of rumours, scandals, and magazine articles detailing your 'affair'.
You neglected to dwell on his past, choosing instead to pursue his future, alongside him. The man you married was a little rough at times, and he could certainly be difficult to talk to, but once you pried and prodded, batting your eyelashes at him, your lip quivering, he was forced to give in. He would tell you everything, from verifying his family's accounts, to divulging his own emotions. It was a massive step in the right direction, and you couldn't have been prouder. He was definitely attempting to change for the better, and you knew he could. His new partner was incredible, as well. He was a younger man, with gorgeous crimson wings, who didn't give two shits about insulting or teasing the seasoned pro. They had become permanent partners some time ago, and it was an interesting dynamic. It was obvious that your husband often got overwhelmed, but he rolled with it as best he could. You sometimes joked about him leaving you for a fresher hero, and he would counter by angrily shouting something to the effect of "I am not a homosexual!". It made you laugh and cry simultaneously. For someone who wasn't trying to be funny, he sure was entertaining to watch.
In the beginning, Rei's children shied away from you. It was to be expected - they still loved their mother deeply, and now someone new was walking into their lives. It was confusing, and slightly disorientating. Enji had insisted that you live in the Todoroki home, and one day, you came back after an intense grocery shopping spree, to find Shouto and a green-haired boy from his school, making out on the couch. You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh or squeal, and silently manoeuvred to the kitchen, before they could notice you. Enji walked in, saw you dying by the sink, and walked back out. He questioned you about it later, but you didn't have the heart to tell him the truth, so you said there was an elderly couple in the park, having a physical fight over who bought bread to feed the ducks. That actually happened, and you found it hilarious.
A few days passed, and the crime rate had dropped once more, to a more manageable level, so Enji opted to take a day off. This was something that you weren't sure about initially, but some of his assistants made it quite clear that everything was fine without him. The world was not going to fall into chaos, triggering the apocalypse, simply because he took one day off. However, you weren't entirely convinced until he appeared in the doorway, holding a phone and wearing a very formal suit.
"I've reserved a table at a restaurant." He stated, a tiny smile trying to worm its way on to his face.
He was still new to smiling and not looking like a crazed serial killer, who just broke out of prison and was running around completely in the nude, brandishing a telephone pole and screaming about Doomsday. You picked out a nice outfit, which appeared rather formal, but it was comfortable and fit your body type perfectly. You then proceeded to yank a hat, shoes and a coat out of your wardrobe. The walk to the restaurant was pleasant, filled with small talk, and the wonderful sound of laughter. He wasn't laughing, but you could tell he wanted to. When the venue came into view, you almost shattered an invisible glass. It was your absolute favourite, and the one you had been to only once throughout your lifetime, because it was just that expensive. It served amazing food and drink, and the atmosphere was always lovely. Plus, nobody felt inclined to bring along their children, so that was a huge bonus. Your eyes lit up as the two of you stepped into the building. Your smile was wide, perfect. Enji wanted to stare for hours, but he needed to maintain an air of caution and comfort. He was trying to do things the right way this time - he didn't want to botch it again.
He was excessively careful, surveying your face for any signs of discomfort, 'subtly' asking how you were holding up, or if he was correct in assuming this was a good idea. You assured him that it was awesome, and he seemed to enjoy that compliment, because although he averted his eyes, there was the most insignificant smile toying at his lips. He ordered sake with his meal, but due to his high alcohol tolerance, a few glasses wouldn't have him doubling over or passing out. He remained completely focused on you, hanging on to your every word, processing them and storing certain things away for future reference. By the end of the meal, he knew details about your life that you had never told him, and in return, he allowed you access to some of the memories Rei had forgot, and the pieces she didn't know. You listened with intrigue, gazing sadly at the terrible scar on his left side. You felt extremely fortunate that he had survived that encounter, and it appeared to make him further rethink his relationship with his family. He was truly flourishing into a genuine, moderately kind-hearted human being.
You found that he was very gentle when handling you, almost timid, as though he was afraid you would break as easily as a china plate. You had initially expected him to be quite forceful, but it turned out that he was unwilling to do anything he thought you wouldn't appreciate. It was a sweet gesture, but it also meant that you hadn't yet consummated the marriage. This was something you desperately wanted, and it actually really confused you. The woman he had four children with was such a benevolent person, and there was a sense of guilt welling in your system. You knew that she had never truly fallen in love with Enji, but they still engaged in the sexual act at least four times. Could you really compete with that? With her?
"(Y/n)." His gruff voice snapped you out of your daydream.
Gulping, you responded, "Yes?"
"Should we go?"
You furrowed your brows, presenting a certain level of puzzlement. He motioned towards your plate, and you looked down, seeing that you had eaten almost everything, but your favourite item was still sitting on the plate, pushed aside. Biting your lip, you picked up the discarded fork, shovelling down the remaining food. Enji's deep orbs softened slightly, but he retained a glimmer of curiosity.
Forcing a smile, you asked, "Are we good?"
He nodded, and the two of you left shortly after. When outside, a cold breeze swept across you, making you shiver. Enji wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warm chest. You sighed, instantly gaining some colour to your cheeks. He inhaled your peony shampoo, suddenly getting an overpowering urge to touch you. After observing so much of your body language, and gauging your reactions to his words, he had come to a conclusion - you wanted to have some form of intercourse. He couldn't deny that he wished for that too, and so he had meticulously planned out this entire day. He booked it off in advance, telling those at his hero office to give a story about how the crime rate had lowered considerably, to hopefully deter anyone who asked for him. The schedule had both 'restaurant' and 'love hotel' in it, but he wasn't going to relay that information until you were standing in front of some such establishment. You walked, huddled close together, to somewhere only he knew. He had resolved to check the place out beforehand, and had determined that it was suitable. It had the necessary supplies: condoms and lubricant, mostly. He wasn't into using toys; he was much too old for that. Besides, he wasn't sure that was the type of thing you would be very comfortable with.
The Flame Hero led you to the outskirts of town, past various suggestive buildings, until he reached the correct one. You were nuzzling against his muscular chest, half-asleep by this point. He shook his head, managing a small smile, and prodded you back to reality. Your (e/c) eyes scanned over the structure, cheeks flushing when you read the sign. You turned to Enji, mouth agape in surprise. He tugged you along, pushing open the door and briefly speaking to the receptionist, who seemed mildly inconvenienced, before realising that this was someone of importance. He gave your husband a room key, his eyes flicking rapidly between the two of you.
The room was stunning, to say the least - a massive, heart-shaped bed was situated off to the side, there were beautiful, if a bit sexual, murals on the walls, there was a bookshelf, apparently stacked and overflowing with books on sex toys, and you even found one titled 'sex for dummies'. You would have laughed, but you didn't particularly want to ruin the mood. Not when it was obvious he had put a lot of thought and effort into this. There was a small table next to the bed, and, upon further investigation, you discovered that it contained nothing but condoms and lube. Enji sat on the bed, just watching you look around the room. He was going to take things slowly this time. He would make certain that you were as comfortable as possible. His first marriage was arranged purely for the offspring, but his second was full of love. This time, he actually cared about his wife - about you.
"Do you need more time? It's probably a lot to take in." He spoke, endeavouring to hold himself back.
When your eyes met his, he noticed tears forming - crystalline things, beautiful and sad. He wanted to reach out, to hold you, cradle you in his arms, but he remained on the bed, waiting for your advance. You would come to him, when you were ready. He was proven right when you stepped forwards, snaking your arms around his neck, and burying your face into his shoulder. You mumbled words of thanks over and over, as you started kissing his face. You pressed your foreheads together, and he just watched. He saw the spectrum of emotions in your eyes, beginning at joy, then fluctuating, revealing guilt, insecurity, conflict, but also love and appreciation.
"I'm ready." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it, as if it were louder than a police siren.
He touched your face. "Are you sure?"
Rather than responding with words, you simply attacked his lips, placing your own over them and knocking him backwards. You shared a loving, passionate kiss, and when you disconnected, you were both laughing softly, gazing into each other's eyes. This was completely unlike him, but it seemed genuine. He lifted you up, settling your figure down on the bed beneath him. The sheets became ruffled, but you were too lost to care. Enji removed your clothing, prying your arms away when you attempted to cover yourself. He made a fleeting comment about letting him see your beauty, before tenderly kissing your skin. He started at your throat, moving to the valley of your breasts, and eventually ending up at your dripping womanhood. His hands found a place beside your hips, but he didn't hold you down, for fear of harming you. He swirled his tongue around your nether region, prodding it in and out, while throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, for a better aim.
When he was satisfied, he began inserting fingers. The first one went in with ease, and he relished in the soft whimpers escaping your lips. He accidentally brushed it against your walls, which elicited a rather loud moan. He then added another, and started scissoring. He realised that only two would fit, and he wasn't about to attempt a third, because he thought it might tear you and cause permanent damage.
"Enji..." You panted. "Please..."
He complied, although he still seemed a little tentative. His fingers withdrew, leaving you with a strange sense of loss. However, it was soon replaced with gentle, yet strong hands on your hips.
"Tell me if that hurts." He ordered, treading as lightly as he could.
Lining himself up with your entrance, he ensured that you wanted this, before he pushed in slowly. Once he was fully sheathed, he stalled, giving you time to adjust to his size. When you were ready, you told him, and he started moving. His thrusts were steady and paced, for a while, at least. When you implored him to go faster, he obliged, savouring the way you moaned his name. He grunted a few times, lowering his head so that you couldn't see the arousal on his face. Soon, you signalled that you were close to your climax. He thrusted some more, succeeding in bringing you over the edge. You came, coating his length in a white fluid. It took a few more moments for him to also cum, which he did into the condom. He was sweaty, and wondering if it would be acceptable to ask if you could go again, but you looked about ready to pass out. Instead, he searched for some tissues, found them, and proceeded to wipe both himself and you. He collapsed beside you, making the bed tremble. You giggled, because he didn't seem in the least bit tired, but he wasn't ordering you to stay awake. He pulled the covers, shifting you into a better position - your head was lying on his chest, and he was spooning you.
Your eyes fluttered shut, but his remained open for quite some time. He merely observed you, finding a deep satisfaction in your natural beauty, and watching your nose scrunch up cutely in your sleep.
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