{thinking}
[text/video/call]
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"Expression through Writing and talking"
-Point of View (POV) author notes-
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-3rd person pov-
In the city of Musutafu, Japan, a young man worked quietly in a store. His orange dreadlocks, tipped with purple, framed his sharp green eyes as he idly scrolled through his phone to pass the time. Notifications lit up his screen—messages from 'Vampire Chick L' and 'Ice Milf L.'
Vampire chick L: [Delsin, we miss you… please come home. I'm craving your blood—I miss the taste of you.]
Delsin: [I miss you too, Toga… but you know there are spare blood bags in our room. I can't leave work early right now.]
Ice milf L: [We know… and when you get home, we'll have a special surprise waiting just for you ~]
Delsin: [I can't wait for the surprise, Rei.]
After finishing his texts, Delsin glanced at the time and groaned when he realized he still had twenty minutes left in his shift. With a sigh, he powered off his phone and leaned back, letting the minutes drag on. As he waited, his thoughts drifted back over the course of his life.
Delsin wasn't originally from this world—he had died in another and been reincarnated into the universe of My Hero Academia, born in America to a family of pro heroes. His father, ranked eighteenth, wielded a quirk that allowed him to produce and manipulate liquid metal. His mother, ranked nineteenth, possessed the ability to alter the temperature of anything she touched, shifting it from scalding hot to freezing cold. From them, Delsin inherited a fusion of both abilities, his quirk enabling him to generate and control molten metal that he could solidify at will. He simply called it Molten Metal.
Tragedy eventually struck when both of his parents were slain in battle. Delsin, however, felt little attachment to their deaths. Instead, he was taken in by his aunt and relocated to Japan. Their legacy as heroes left him well provided for, with wealth from their estate and a steady monthly allowance from the American Hero Association—more than enough to live comfortably.
At the age of six, he met Izuku Midoriya. After besting Bakugo in a fight, Delsin and Izuku became close friends, growing up side by side. As the years went on, Delsin carved his own path, picking up a job not out of necessity but simply because he could—and because he wanted to shape his life on his own terms.
Delsin: {Maybe I'll hit up an underground ring for some fun.}
After twenty quiet minutes without a single customer, Delsin finally clocked out, hopped on his bike, and headed home. His house was comfortable—spacious enough for him, though his aunt lived separately and only visited from time to time. Loneliness, however, was never an issue. Ever since his reincarnation, things had taken a very different turn.
Toga had been the first to enter his life. His blood carried an addictiveness that satisfied her cravings in a way nothing else could, and by offering it freely, Delsin gave her both comfort and companionship. Rei came later, after tragedy had driven her onto the streets. Following the incident where Endeavor—her ex-husband—accidentally burned down Fujitani Hospital during a battle, she had nowhere else to go. Fragile and fearful, she lingered near Delsin's home until eventually, she too became part of his life. What began as comfort turned into something deeper, and in time, a unique three-way relationship was formed.
Delsin often wore a smug grin, proud of the fact that he now had what he jokingly called "two wives." He shared his bed with both, careful not to risk pregnancy but indulging in their affection freely. Though he occasionally toyed with other women, Rei and Toga were always his priorities—their love and loyalty were the foundation of everything. They knew this, and in return, they demanded only double the love and attention he could give.
On his way home that evening, Delsin stopped at a flower shop, purchasing a bundle of autumn bellflowers and red spider lilies. His next stop was Takoba Municipal Beach Park—once a beautiful shore, now a forgotten dumping ground. Yet tucked not far from the wreckage stood a modest, well-kept one-story house. Parking his bike outside, he stepped inside and was instantly wrapped in a tight embrace by a girl with ash-blonde hair styled into messy buns, her yellow, catlike eyes gleaming with joy.It was Himiko Toga
Toga: "Delsin, you're finally here… now hold still and bleed for me."
The moment Delsin stepped inside, Toga's playful grin sharpened into something dangerous. With a flash of silver, she pulled out a knife and lunged at him. Unfazed, Delsin caught her wrist mid-swing, twisting it firmly until the blade clattered to the floor. He pressed her against the wall, holding her there with just enough pressure to make her relent.
Instead of anger, Toga only pouted, her catlike eyes gleaming with mischief. Delsin sighed, leaning down to press a brief kiss against her forehead before releasing her. Bending to retrieve the knife, he turned it in his hand, then calmly drew the edge across his finger. A bead of crimson welled up, trailing down before he guided it toward Toga's lips.Her pout melted instantly as he let the blood drip into her mouth, her expression shifting into bliss as she eagerly tasted what she craved most.
Toga: "So good… so sweet. I love you, Delsin—I love the taste of your blood."
Delsin: "Love you too, Himiko. (pulls finger out) Now let's eat—we don't want to keep Rei waiting."
Delsin carried the flowers inside, handing Toga the bundle of red spider lilies. Her yellow eyes lit up with delight as she hugged them close, trailing after him as they made their way to the kitchen.
There, a medium-sized table was set with an array of freshly cooked dishes, the warm aroma filling the air. Standing proudly behind it was a tall woman with long white hair and soft brown-gray eyes. She wore a simple apron that read Best Wife Ever across the front—Rei Todoroki.The moment her gaze landed on Delsin, her expression blossomed into a radiant smile. Without hesitation, she hurried over, arms wrapping tightly around him as she leaned down to kiss him deeply. After several lingering seconds, she pulled back only slightly, still holding him close. Resting her chin gently atop his head, she embraced him with quiet tenderness, her height allowing her to fold him easily into her warmth.
Rei: "I missed you, Delsin… even though I know you'll always come back."
Delsin: "You know you and Toga are mine, only mine—and I'm yours. Even if I mess around with other girls, it's nothing more than one-night stands… no strings attached."
Rei: "And because of that, you show us twice as much love and effort to make up for it. (stops hugging) Now, let's eat—I made your favorite."
Delsin, Rei, and Toga settled around the table together, the soft clink of dishes and the warmth of Rei's cooking filling the room with a homely atmosphere. As Delsin placed the autumn bellflowers into a vase at the center, Toga eagerly added her red spider lilies beside them, the vibrant blooms brightening the table.
They began eating, laughter and soft smiles accompanying each bite of Rei's carefully prepared meal. Delsin twirled soba around his chopsticks, savoring the flavor, when he noticed Rei's expression shift. A mischievous glint sparkled in her brown-gray eyes as she "accidentally" let her spoon fall, then casually reached up to tie her long white hair into a ponytail.Before she could finish, Delsin's hand gently caught hers. With a small, knowing smile, he guided her fingers down and released her hair, letting the silken strands cascade freely over her shoulders once more.
Rei: "I thought you liked it when I put my hair in a ponytail?"
Delsin: "I do love your ponytail, but I want you to keep your hair down—it's beautiful that way. And Toga's buns… well, they make perfect handles."
Toga:"(blushes) I'll keep my hair in buns just for you."
Rei, her hair left flowing loose at Delsin's insistence, bent slightly as if to retrieve her fallen spoon—but before she could move further, a sharp knock echoed from the front door. Delsin pushed his chair back, rising with a faint scowl. He strode to the entrance, his palm pressing against the wood. Heat gathered instantly, his quirk stirring as molten energy coiled beneath his skin, ready to erupt into a deadly spike. He didn't bother to wonder who it might be—friend, stranger, or enemy—if they knocked, they risked the consequences.
With a flick, he twisted the knob and pulled the door open.Standing there was a boy his own age, freckles scattered across his face and unruly green hair falling into wide, earnest eyes. Recognition struck at once.
It was Izuku Midoriya—his childhood friend