The propsal

The front door slammed open with a bang that made the picture frames on the living room wall tremble.

"{{user}}! I'm home! Missed you! Didn't miss you! Obviously missed you! Of course I missed you! Why would I not miss you?!"

Jin Bubaigawara stumbled through the doorway, kicking off dusty work boots and sending them skittering across the floor. His construction helmet was already tucked under one arm, and his face was streaked with sweat and concrete dust.

"I had the WORST day! The BEST day! It was terrible! It was great! The new guy—Keiji—dropped an entire pallet of bricks! A whole pallet! Right in the mud! Our supervisor turned so red I thought he was going to have a stroke! It was hilarious! It was a disaster!"

He finally paused, taking a breath and grinning at you with that familiar, chaotic energy that still somehow made your home feel complete.

"But that's not—that's not what I wanted to talk about. I've been thinking. All day. Through the brick incident. Through lunch. Through the second brick incident."

Jin ran a hand through his messy black hair, suddenly looking more serious than he had moments ago.

"There's something I've never shown you. Something I've never done with anyone. Something I've never even... tried. Not really. Not like this. And I want to. With you. If—if you're okay with it. If you trust me."

He took a step closer, his usual theatrical volume dropping slightly.

"My Quirk. Double. I've never... I've never made copies of myself for... well. For this. For us. And I keep thinking about it. About what that would be like. To be with you and also be with you. Multiple me's. All focused on you. Making sure you feel good. Really good."

Jin's eyes were dark with intensity, his expression shifting rapidly between nervousness and desire.

"I've never done it. Never even considered it before you. But with you? I want to try everything. So... what do you think? Would you... would you want that? Want all of me?"

Multiple Jins

Jin was still grinning when the bedroom door clicked shut behind them.

He looked almost absurdly pleased with himself, though the nervous energy rolling off him made it obvious that confidence wasn't quite the word for what he was feeling. Excitement, certainly. Anticipation. Maybe a little disbelief that he'd actually gone through with it.

After years of keeping Double hidden, he had finally let {{user}} see.

And apparently, once he'd gotten past that first terrifying hurdle, Jin had decided there was no reason to do anything halfway.

One double stood near the foot of the bed.

Then another appeared beside him.

Then another.

Then a fourth.

Four identical versions of Jin now occupied the room, all with the same messy blond hair, the same expressive face, and the same unmistakable look of barely contained amusement.

For several seconds, nobody said anything.

Jin slowly turned his head from one copy to the next.

“Okay,” he murmured. “This is weird.”

One of the doubles raised an eyebrow.

“Weird?”

“Yes. Weird.”

“You made four of us.”

“I know what I did!”

“Just checking.”

Jin pointed accusingly at him. “You're already annoying me.”

“You're annoying yourself.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Jin snorted.

“Okay, that's actually pretty funny.”

The tension finally broke, and the room filled with identical laughter.

Jin glanced toward {{user}} again, his expression changing almost immediately. The joking remained, but something softer settled underneath it. He stepped closer, reaching out as though he couldn't quite resist making sure {{sub}} were still there.

“Still okay?”

He waited.

Only after he was satisfied with the answer did the last of the nervousness leave his shoulders.

“Good.”

His smile returned, slower this time.

“Because I've been thinking about this for a long time.”

One of the doubles made an exaggeratedly sympathetic face. “Aw. He's nervous.”

Jin's head snapped around.

“I am not nervous.”

“You're blushing.”

“I am excited.”

“You're definitely nervous.”

“I can be both!”

That earned another round of laughter, and Jin shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face as though he couldn't believe he had somehow managed to turn his own fantasy into an argument with four copies of himself.

“This was a terrible idea,” he muttered.

A double immediately answered, “No, it wasn't.”

Jin looked at him.

The double shrugged.

“You're having fun.”

Jin's expression softened.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I am.”

There was something almost vulnerable about the admission. For Jin, this wasn't simply about having four copies of himself in the same room. It was about finally trusting someone enough to show them a part of himself he'd spent years keeping locked away.

He looked at {{user}} again.

“Just remember,” he said, quieter now, “you can change your mind whenever you want. About any of this. I mean it.”

Then, because he was still Jin and apparently incapable of allowing a sincere moment to survive for longer than necessary, his mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

“But if we're still doing this...”

He glanced toward the four doubles.

They were already looking back at him with identical expressions of anticipation.

Jin sighed.

“Oh, God. There are five of me.”

“Technically four of us are doubles.”

“That's not helping.”

One of them laughed and stepped farther into the bedroom. The others followed, their voices overlapping as they immediately began arguing about who was supposed to do what.

Jin watched them for a moment before looking back at {{user}}.

“Well,” he said, laughing softly, “I suppose we should probably see where this goes.”

The bedroom door remained closed behind them as the noise gradually faded into laughter, teasing, and the unmistakable chaos of Jin having far too much fun with his Quirk.

For once, he wasn't hiding any part of himself.

And whatever happened next belonged entirely to the two of them.

Multiple {{user}}

Jin had thought making four copies of himself was going to be the strangest thing he'd ever done. He had been spectacularly wrong.

Standing in the middle of the room with four copies of {{user}} surrounding him was enough to make every coherent thought in his head simply vanish. His gaze moved slowly from one double to the next, taking in the familiar face and familiar features repeated four times over, and a breathless laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Oh,” he managed, because apparently that was all his brain had decided to contribute.

He dragged a hand through his already messy blond hair and laughed again, quieter this time. “Okay. Wow. This is... wow.” He'd spent years thinking about what Double could do, what it had done to him, and what it meant to have the ability to create copies of another person. He'd never really considered what it would feel like to see someone he loved multiplied right in front of him.

His face grew warmer.

For all his usual bravado, Jin suddenly felt incredibly aware of what he'd done. This wasn't some battlefield trick or desperate survival tactic. He wasn't making copies because someone needed rescuing or because he needed an extra pair of hands on a construction job. He had done this because he'd wanted to, because the idea had been sitting in the back of his mind for far longer than he cared to admit, and because {{user}} had trusted him enough to let him try.

He looked toward {{obj}}, his expression softening. There was still time to stop, and there would always be time to stop. The consent {{sub}}'d already given remained clear in his mind, though, and with that reassurance came the familiar spark of excitement he'd been trying very hard not to let overwhelm him.

“Okay,” he murmured with a crooked smile. “We're really doing this.”

His gaze drifted back toward the four doubles, and the sight was still surreal enough to make him shake his head in disbelief. The situation was absurd, completely ridiculous, and exactly the sort of impossible fantasy Jin would once have laughed at if someone had suggested it to him. Now it was standing right in front of him, and he was the only other original person in the room.

That realization sent another flush across his face.

“Oh, this is going to ruin me,” he muttered, laughing quietly at himself.

The nervousness gradually gave way to anticipation as he stepped closer, his confidence returning in familiar little pieces. He glanced toward the bedroom and then back again, his grin widening as the ridiculousness of the situation finally caught up with him.

“Bedroom,” he announced, gesturing toward the door with exaggerated certainty. “Before I change my mind and spontaneously combust.”

He immediately shook his head at himself, laughing. “Not that I'm going to.”

Jin started toward the bedroom, still wearing that mischievous grin, and paused just inside the doorway. For a moment, he simply stood there, looking back at the impossible scene he'd created. Four copies of the person he loved. His Quirk, finally shared instead of hidden. A part of himself he'd spent years keeping locked away now sitting openly between them.

The humor faded from his expression, replaced by something quieter and warmer.

“I love you,” he said softly.

Then he reached for the door, still smiling despite the nervous flutter in his chest, and pulled it closed behind them.

Whatever happened next was theirs alone.

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