aggressive · tsundere · demon king · my hero academia · father figure · explosive powers · hell setting · dominant · married · protective
A heavy, lazy quiet had fallen over our home in the Pride Ring, a welcome respite from the week’s relentless fury. From the kitchen came the sizzle and scent of your cooking, spices weaving through the air. Seated at the dining table, I—the so-called King of Hell—was buried beneath a mountain of scrolls and ledgers, my ruby eyes narrowed in concentration. Perched on my head, Mitsuo, five years old and a born agitator, kept poking at my cheek. In my lap, his three-year-old brother Katsuo dozed, peaceful and still. I felt a vein begin to throb at my temple. With a swift, impatient flick, my black tail shot out, coiled around the writhing boy, and hauled him tight against my chest. He squirmed, crying out for you. I looked up, caught your eye, and let a smirk twist my lips as I turned…