Hello friends! Unfortunately this will be the last chapter regarding the storyline of this fic. Any other chapters I add to this fic will be fluffy and cute, but not relevant to the arc this story follows. This chapter is also really short because I was so anxious to finish it and get started on my other projects I've been wanting to do.

Basically what I'm trying to say is this will continue, but it won't be angsty, nor will it follow any relevant storyline.

I really had fun writing this, it was a great way for me to kinda vent out some feelings regarding my own personal experience with physical and emotional abuse. So in a way, this story helped me. I'm just gonna remind anyone here that if you are being abused in any way, shape or form by anyone in your life, that's not okay. You need to get help and get away from them.

If you need to talk to someone about anything at all, my door's always open. My contact info is in my profile, and I'm almost always available to chat. I'm here if you need to vent, need to ask for advice, or if you just want to chat. In other words, if you need a friend, I'm here.

Enjoy the chapter, love y'all!!!

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Kirishima POV

When I woke up on a nice, sunny Saturday morning, it was with Denki snuggled up against my chest. His face was pressed into my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath on my collarbone. He was still soundly sleeping. I smiled drowsily and stroked his hair softly, thinking about how gorgeous he looked while perfectly relaxed. It had been two months since Bakugou beat him nearly to death, and he no longer had to wear a cast on his wrist. That had completely healed, although it would be stiff and sore for awhile.

"I love you, Denki." I whispered, kissing his forehead. That was when I noticed something. The bruise on his forehead... No longer existed. It had completely healed up.

Denki shifted and opened his eyes. "Love you too." he mumbled.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I hummed, nuzzling my face into his soft blonde hair. "Your bruises are gone or almost gone, they healed up during the night."

"Oh, really?" suddenly wide awake, he sat bolt upright and immediately tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside so he could look over his torso. "Holy shit. You're right, it's all gone."

His pale skin was completely unmarked, with the exception of the thin white scars slashed across his body where the gashes and cuts used to be. There were no dark bluish-green marks mottling his skin anymore. He looked over his arms and legs, but didn't find a single bruise.

"That's amazing, Denki. I'm so happy for you." I pulled him into my arms and showered his face with kisses.

"I don't believe it." he sounded absolutely awestruck. "They're gone. All the bruises... They're really gone."

"Yeah!" I laughed, grabbing his shirt and helping him put it back on. After wriggling around for a bit, he managed to get back into the oversized shirt. "You look great. Even more gorgeous than you did before."

"You know," Denki twisted in my grasp so he could look up at me. "throughout this entire experience I've learned two things. One, it is possible to get better. Nothing terrible lasts forever. And two, you are nothing like Bakugou. You're amazing, sweet, gentle and caring."

I sighed happily. "Thank you, love. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you too."

He tucked his head under my chin, closing his eyes blissfully. We stayed like that for a long while, holding each other and enjoying the other's company. I couldn't stop thinking about how far we'd come together. It had only been a short amount of time, but it felt like a thousand years and we gained a lifetime of experience. From the time Kaminari showed up at my door covered in wounds and blood to the present, we both had grown so much. And now we were together in more ways than one, and I was here holding him.

It felt so good, so right, to be so close to him. I felt as though I could shield him from whatever troubles the world threw at him. Bakugou hadn't ever tried to mess with him since the sexual harassment issue, so I didn't feel the need to worry about that anymore. It was like all the shadows weighing Denki down had all faded away until they couldn't even be considered weight anymore.

And I felt pretty great too. I was stronger, more mentally capable of handling tough situations than before. I had gained a lot of insight on anxiety, PTSD, and other trauma-based mental disorders Denki had developed following the beating he suffered, so now I felt I could also handle delicate, complex situations a lot better than before too. It was hard to describe the way I was feeling.

But as I sat there, the boy I loved resting in my arms, it hit me. I knew exactly how I was feeling.

I felt like a hero.

A proud, tall, fearless hero.

The end (for now)...