"I love you, (y/n)." Toshinori could see the happy tears in your eyes as he spoke the words that he'd been longing to tell you since childhood. When you smiled, he thought his heart stopped.
"I love you too, Toshinori. So much." He leaned down and kissed your lips once more, his smile pressing against yours. You giggled, eyes sparkling, and said, "I'm really not fine when your not around." Holding you closer, he pressed his forehead to yours, taking in your radiance lovingly.
"I'm the same way, (y/n). I'm not fine when I'm not with you."
"To..." Toshinori grasped desperately at the dream, at the memory of love and warmth.
"...shinori." No, he didn't want to return to cold reality, but the hand on his shoulder was persistent.
"Toshinori!" He jolted awake, dreams of you falling away despite his best efforts. Rubbing his eyes, he saw the sky lighteni
A gathering of top pros chosen to carry out the delicate rescue operation, you were one such hero. An underground hero, he'd only briefly heard of you before, your skills said to be on par, if not greater, than those of Eraserhead's.
He'd never really been one to pay much thought to rumors, but the moment Toshinori saw you he knew everything he'd heard was true, more or less.
You were a warrior, a huntress, in every sense of the word. From the confident set of your shoulders to your silent footsteps, everything about you screamed hero by night, the gleam of underlying power in your eye sending a shiver down his spine.
Even though he should've been calm and composed in the hours before the plan was put into motion, Toshinori couldn't help the excitement that buzzed through his veins at the thought of seeing you in action.
When everything was over, his true condition exposed to the world, you were the first to approach him. Though you were bruised