Come Back. Ayato Kirishima x Reader
I was left alone. I had to hunt my own kind just to make sure that my child would be born well. Eat human meat.....something I'm made out of. Just so his seed could breathe. I had to use my last breath to push. I had to close my eyes and dream not sure if I'll awaken. But these dreams are memories of me and him. Memories of laughter, despair, irony, and abuse. But for some reason, these memories make me have reason to get up and find him so I could thank him and tell him "I love you." Something I just didn't say.