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He’s always so worried but they adore him~

sorry im still inkomight pilled

dfo theory is so funny to me especially when it’s combined with InkoMight au cuz just imagine inko having dated only two men in her life and it’s the world’s greatest hero and the world’s most powerful villain

mitsuki: Why did it take you so long to find a new man?

inko: I have sort of high standards.

mitsuki: Oh? How high?

inko: Well, you see…

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The cut is to avoid AI to scrap my work, even if I modified my parameters.

The prompt is from here.

A nice breeze was flowing between the buildings, bringing with it the smell of spring and freshly cut grass.

It was a wonder, really, how they managed to rebuild so fast and even have nice grass growing again.

Inko was standing in the middle of the buildings, calmly looking around and watching workers all around busily continuing their work for the one-year festival.

She walked toward the biggest building, the one with the best view of the city, and started to climb up the stairs.

She could've taken the elevator, but what was the fun in that? Especially since they had decided to give the new building so many windows to light up the place and make it livelier for both the students and teachers alike.

The staircase also allowed her to see all the people outside and within the more secured ground, complimented by the grass she smelled earlier.

It was filled with stands being built and with students bustling around, 1-A, no, 2-A included.

The kids had face so much in such a short time, and then continued on the very second they were allowed to! A nice break of routine like a festival was the best possible thing to happen.

With a smile on her face, she continued to climb up the ungodly amount of stairs. But doing some cardio can only be good for her.

Once she finally reached the top, she pushed the service door to the rooftop, letting the much stronger wind blow her hair around and glad to receive a way to freshen her a bit. The sun blinded her for a second as she stepped out, but it was nothing compared to the man she could see the back of.

Her man.

He had gone through hell too. As much, if not even more than the kids back on ground level. And damn if she was to let him go on his own after everything. So she had confessed. Not in the best of places nor at the best of times, but she did. And the end result was what they had now. Among other things, of course.

She got closer to him, sure that he had heard her come. He was still a bit on edge, always expecting something to happen. But he hadn't moved or cringed, or reacted in any way she could notice, at least. And this was an improvement.

He was just... standing. Straight, maybe a bit too much, his hands in his pocket and his body close enough from the border to look down to what was happening underneath, but not too close for an accident to happen. She couldn't get what he was thinking at times. Especially when he would just stand like that at the top of a building. And any building, really. But she knew that her presence would not be brushed away. She even liked to think it was soothing.

After a few minutes of sight-seeing, he finally moved by pulling his hand out of his pocket and letting it down, inviting her to take it, which she did eagerly. She liked his hands. They were rough from fights, the skin on it having ben cut and bruised many times. But he was oh so gentle with them. When they would brush against her skin in the mornings, or stroke through her hair to style them in a way she had never tried before, or when they would hold her hands, cold and shaky on bad days, looking for comfort, but oh so warm and strong on the good days. They were the latest, today.

When she got close enough, she grabbed his arm and held onto it with both hands, putting a bit of her weight on his side. She stayed like that for a while, looking at the city at the bottom of the hill. It was breathtaking.

The view had changed so much. Almost everything had been destroyed, and yet, a year later, a good part of the city has risen from the rubbles, stronger than ever.

She had hoped so. It was bound to be a nice day, and she liked to see him happy. He deserved it and she would make sure that he did get this happiness.

She was still worried, sometimes, that she wasn't enough compared to the other. That she was just putting a balm on forever opened wounds and nothing of all this was fully real or reciprocated. But before she could go down this lane, her hand was squished gently, and her face moved towards the sky.

She knew of two. The normal sky, the one everyone was accustomed to. And the one she adored, the one encased in darkness, smiling at her, in unison with his smile. The one she never grew tired of. The one that was shining at her and enraptured her.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded. "Everything is alright."

He let out a chuckle. She loved that too.

It took her a moment to notice, but he was currently bending toward her, hand steady under her chin and tilting it slightly. Oh. She rose up on her tiptoes suddenly in order to meet him sooner but miscalculated her speed.

What had supposed to be soft kiss ended up in both their faces smashing into each other and making her lose her footing, not that she had any with how she had been standing. She didn't stumble long though, as the hand holding her face swiftly moved down to her side in order to hold her closer.

"Let me do the bending next time," his low chanting voice said.

She pouted a bit, "I wanted to meet you faster. I'm allowed to reach you too." She received a kiss on her hand at that.

"Inko, it's easier for me to bend down than for you to reach up like that," he pointed out.

"I know, but I like doing it," she retorted. "Example number 1."

At that, she rose up again and took his face in her hands to lower it to her height. Finally coordinated, their lips met in a soft embrace. "Example number 2," she murmured to his lips, before kissing him more passionately, breaching the soft opening with her tongue and letting him taste her lips.

"You taste sweet," he said, finally allowing them to take in a breath.

She had eaten cotton candy earlier, a small gift for having helped their son's class put up some decorations. She knew he still wasn't allowed to eat too sweet things, or anything too hard on his stomach for that matter, but she still could make him taste those wonders in another way.

"I know," she smiled. She let herself stand normally again, looking at him one more time before turning around and pulling him with her.

"Now come on, Toshinori, they're about to start the festival soon and I don't want to miss it!"

She felt his hand hold hers tightly, not needing to turn around to see him smile again, his hearty laugh was enough.