MHA/BNHA Stories.

Accidental Touches.

Not my art, all credit where credit is due. The artist did sign it.

Big watery eyes looked at their parent. "Mommy," the older woman hummed, letting her little one know she was listening while knitting. "Am I not normal?"

"Of course, you are, sweetie. Why would you ask such a thing?" Looking over her work, she hears a small sniffle. Eyes that mirrored the adolescent's peered downward. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" Putting away the baby blanket, she leans down and scoops up the five-year-old. Loving arms wrapped around their tiny frame as they cuddled into her side.

"The older kids said I'm a freak. A genetic mutation because I'm quirkless." Fat tears rolled down Y/n's chubby cheeks. "You're not a freak or mutation, not everyone gets a quirk. Nor does everyone get a quirk early on, I didn't get mine until I was seven."

Her shadow moved a bit, waving on its own before making animal shapes. Y/n wipes their eye. "Really, mama?" There was so much hope in that small voice. "Yes, I'm sure you'll have a great quirk. If you don't get one that doesn't make you even different from anyone else."

A smile slowly appeared on soft s/c features, pleased to hear that there was nothing wrong with them. "You are loved, no matter what, remember that." H/c locks bounced as they shook their head yes. "Oh! It seems that your brother agrees, he's moving so much."

E/c irises widened with joy. "Can I talk to him?"

"Of course, darling." Tiny hands gently rubbed their mother's stomach. "I can't wait until you're born, I'm going to be the bestest big sibling! I'll hold you and talk to you every day, we can play games together." Y/n's mother smiled gently listening to them ramble on about what they'll do together before a sharp pain shot through her.

"Mama? Are you okay?" The older woman whimpered while rubbing her stomach. "Go get your father and my overnight bag." Nodding, little feet rushed into the house.

"Papa!" Called out a frantic little voice. When no reply came, little Y/n went checking each room, yelling for their father. "Woah, where's the fire?" Says the older male, his ruby eyes glancing at their firstborn.

"Something's wrong with momma! She's in pain." He relaxed, thinking nothing of it, pregnancy pain was common for her. Until his wife screamed which made Y/n panic a bit. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her." The baby was coming, and he didn't want to wait.

Nighttime rolled around yet there was still no word on their new sibling or mother. Worry started to fill both parent and child. Holding onto the youngster, he paces, hoping the movement will lull them to sleep. "It's okay, daddy, mommy will be just fine." Crimson optics softened as they looked at Y/n. "You're right, she'll be fine, she's strong."

"Mr. Tokoyami?" Turning around, the pair wore hopeful expressions. The nurse gave them a kind smile, "both mother and newborn are just fine, you can see them both if you'd like. Just follow me, I'll lead you there."

He sighed once they got to the room where his wife lies with their newest addition. "See, I told ya, mama's just fine." How could he not smile at that? So much faith, without fully knowing just how much danger their mother had been in. Y/n wiggled until freed, going over to peer at their baby brother.

"Good job, dear, thank you for this gift."

"Welcome to the world, little man. What shall we name him?"

"I think our beloved Y/n has a few ideas." Both parents looked at their oldest, a loving smile plastered on their little face. "Fumikage," the baby let out a small noise to that. "I think he likes it, Fumikage Tokoyami." Says their father, "it's a wonderful name, Fumi Kage, meaning step shadow, written with the kanji for Yin."