章 21: The Gift that Keeps on giving.
Friday Night.
"You're upset."
"I'm not upset."
"You look upset."
"I'm not."
"...."
"(Y/N)."
"What?"
"Your hand."
"What about my- Shit!"
Charred fingerprints melted into the finish of his wooden study bench, she yanked at her forearm to pry the stationed hand out of the open wound. The radius of the gash wilting into a feverish black as the toxins infected the maple.
Midoriya furrowed. "How do you even melt wood?"
(Y/N) sighed as she bandaged a thin layer of smoke over the infected print. She'd have to buy him a new table. Her damn quirk had eaten through nearly half of it within those few seconds. She really needed to get a handle on that.
"Izuku, babe," She floated over to the spot next to him on his bed. "Why did.. Why did Kirishima react the way he did? Why was he so angry with us - with you? I just don't understand."
"Well, sweetheart, your guess is as good as mine?" He brought his hand to the bottom side of her chin, tilting her head up in the process. "It'd be better to just not dwell on it, I think."
"But Kirishima's our friend? I thought so, at least? He didn't peg me for the type to blow up for no reason ~ He seemed furious. I mean, sure the situation was," She cleared her throat. "Disagreeable. But to go ballistic? He called you a scumbag! It just doesn't make-"
Cut off by a chaste kiss on the lips, she leaned into him as he lingered for a while.
"You're dwelling on it, dummy. Take it from me ~ worrying about every little thing someone does to upset you will only drive you crazy. The best thing we can do in this situation is live over it and hope that things are better by Monday."
"But what if it isn't?"
"Then we live on. Besides we have more friends like Iida and Uraraka and Todoroki - And if not them." He gave her a soft smile. "Then we have each other. Simple as that."
"And you're not even the slightest bit angry? Not even a little?"
"Not even a little."
She sighed as she leaned out of his grasp, falling flat on his mattress. He crawled over to lay next to her.
"How do you do it? I mean this is gonna bug me for weeks but you're just over it. I envy you."
"It's nothing worth envying really." He shrugged. "When you grow up with somebody like Kacchan you just gotta learn to live and let die. It took work. A lot of it."
Rolling over on her side, he lifted his arm to let her snuggle up to him. He watched as she nuzzled her head into his side and he wondered when he'd wake up.
"How was Bakugou growing up? If you don't mind me asking."
He huffed. "Kacchan was... Kacchan. If his quirk says anything about him."
She grimaced a little bit a that. Hope the same doesn't apply to her. "What happened to your friendship? Did you two get in a fight or something?"
"No, no. We just kind of....flickered out. Like a dying star. ~ He was a young prodigy where I was a late bloomer. He found the difference in us.. Unfavorable and," He inhaled deeply. "Life just wasn't pretty for a while. But things became much more mundane once high school started. Once we became second years mostly. I guess you could say things are a bit better now but..."
"But?"
He shook his head. Leaning over to the side to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead, he rubbed his fingers into her back. "Doesn't matter- Stay with me tonight."
She blinked. "What?"
"You heard me. Stay. It's not like we have school tomorrow or anything."
"But you leave to visit your mentor tomorrow morning?"
"And what better way to start off the day than waking up next to you?"
The remark made her blush. "Oh? I-I don't know."
"Come on, you showered after training didn't you?" She nodded. "Then we're set. I have some baggy shirts you can wear for pajamas here and besides, it's not like it's our first time." He persuaded eagerly.
She averted her eyes from his as she thought for a moment. "I guess you're ... not wrong."
"Then it's settled!"
Bouncing off of his bed almost childishly, he grinned happily as he made his way across the room to his drawer. He pulled at the handle with a slightly exaggerated twist that made her chuckle at him. His hands rummaging around the shelf for a few seconds, before finding the appropriate cloth and turning her way to throw it at her.
She deadpanned beneath the shirt as it landed on her face. He snorted at the sight from afar. "Get dressed!"
"Wha- Now? But it's like," She glanced at his All Might clock from across the room. "Oh, it's 9' already? God, how long have we been talking?"
"Eh, three hours." He shrugged. "But is it really that surprising?"
She huffed. "Time flies when you're- uh... Izuku?"
"Yup?"
"This is-" She stared at the Tee he had thrown at her to sleep in for the night. Tides of smoke thrown into the air as she tried to contain her excitement. "This is the limited edition contemporary Riot tee complete with the ink tipped shoulder horns. ~ How the fuck did you find this?! There's like a dozen of these left in existence, this had to have cost a fortune!"
Midoriya flashed her a coy smile as he moved to sit on the bed across from her. "Surprise?"
"You're a god. You're a literal god Izuku Midoriya. I'm gonna frame it and cherish it for the rest of my life ~ it'll be a family heirloom. A goddamn legacy. I can't- I don't even know how to repay you for something like this!"
"Having you with me is payment enough." He chuckled. "Besides, I figured it'd be a great way to lift your spirits after these past few days. I'm super glad you like it."
"Like it? I love it!" She exclaimed. "I don't know what to say. I- I couldn't possibly sleep in something like this."
"I figured as much." He leaned over to pick a stray shirt of his off his bed stand, handing it to her as she folded her gift to the side.
She grabbed the shirt from him as she stood on the other side of his bed. "How did you even find this? I mean, I've looked everywhere for one of these and all I got were dead ends."
"I uh.." She was lifting her shirt up. Her hips slightly swaying in her jeans as she stretched the fabric over her head. He could see the lovebites he had left from earlier and suddenly felt like he should leave more. "Found it on an unlisted site? I got it from.." He swallowed when she tossed her shirt to the side. Her hair slightly mussed up from the pull on her shirt's neckline. She was a dream. She was his dream. "From an uh American seller. Somewhere in... in Utah, I think?"
"An unlisted site?" She threw his shirt over her head. She was reaching for the button on her jeans. "You mean like the deep web? There's not any like... PCP hidden in the styrofoam horns or anything right?" She joked.
Was she really wearing a lace set underneath her clothes? She looked great in lace. She'd probably look even better out of it. "Oh, n-no, no. Don't worry." He stuttered. "It's safe."
"That's.. good." She tilted her head at him. "Um, Izuku?"
"Y-Yeah?"
She lifted an eyebrow at him. Her body swinging in a loose cadence as she reeled into a thick stream of smoke. She reformed in front of him. Materializing into a crawl that hovered above his spot on the bed. She was in his lap by the time she converted herself to a complete physical, her nose nearly close enough to graze his. "You're not being very inconspicuous ~ undressing me with your eyes like that." Her gaze was innocent but her tone didn't say as much. "It's a little rude don't you think?"
He gulped. "I-I.."
"What's the matter?" She pouted. "What happened to my brave little Izuku? So adamant about doing something so scandalous in public but now that we're alone? ~ Come on, tell me what you said on that stairwell. I wanna hear it again."
"Wha- What thing?"
"You know, that thing you said.." She feathered against the tip of his nose, her lips slightly ghosting over his. "...When you were unbuttoning my shirt and...leaving all those marks. What did you say again?"
"Wh- Oh! Uh.." He stuttered. "'Y-You're so cute like this?'"
"All of it, Midoriya."
"You're so fucking cute like this."
She let out a pleased giggle that melted into his lips as she pressed into him. Her mouth warm and inviting. She was always so toasty, so enticing. Like fireplaces and heated blankets. Marshmallows that molt over his lips, he let her tongue rot his teeth as she deepened the kiss. He was on cloud nine. Constantly. Invariably. A euphorium she wore like perfume, it entranced him with every whiff. He needed to be beside her. He counted the seconds. She was like a drug. A fix he needed constantly. This was love. This was right. More right than anything. She was his. She was his.
He was sliding his hands underneath her shirt when she winced out of the kiss, her face contorted painfully.
"Wha-? What's wrong?"
"My wrist." She groaned. "It's doing that thing again. Ugh- He should be asleep by now. What the hell is he doing?"
She couldn't even describe the feeling that was shooting up her arm. Her head couldn't even make sense of it. Like screeching metal or nails against a chalkboard. She wanted to curl into a ball. She wanted to run from it. She wanted to know if he was okay.
She was flailing her wrist around like it was on fire, trying to shake the feeling away. But it wouldn't leave, like an ache in her bones it wouldn't leave!
Midoriya pulled a hand out of her shirt, moving to curl his fingers around her wrist to keep it steady. He let his thumb graze gently against the irritated scar. Moving it toward him to press his lips against it. He hated it. He hated it more than he could hate anything. He hated what it symbolized. He hated what it meant. He hated how it hurt her. How he hurt her. He wanted it gone. He'd wash it off if he could.
The kisses were gentle and loving, one for each zero. It actually eased the pain a bit, either that or the feeling of his lips against her skin. She was lucky. She figured most people would be immediately put off by the knowledge of their significant other being promised already to another person. But he didn't let that stop him. He didn't let anything stop him. Even knowing she was Viper of all things, he still accepted her. He still wanted her. And that was different. Being wanted.
"Is that better?" He looked up at her.
She could feel the blood rushing to her ears as she looked away bashfully. "It's..a little better, yeah." She nodded.
"Only a little? That's no good."
He was flipping her on her back before she even got the chance to question him. Her body slightly bouncing along the springs as he hovered over her. He let his fingers clasp into her left hand, his wrist laying against hers as he pressed her in another kiss. A deep kiss. One that sunk until they were drowning in each other. Hungry and desirous. Lustful. She didn't want to go that far yet.
He was scooting his leg between her thighs when she stopped him. "Izuku, I don't think I'm ready for....um.." God, she didn't want to say it aloud.
He said it for her. "Sex?" It was weird. She was probably the only person on this earth to hear him drop the F-bomb and yet a word as simple as that made her blush hearing it come from his mouth. Maybe because he didn't seem even a little phased by saying it.
She nodded meekly.
He smiled down at her, an expression that seemed a little too innocent for the situation. "I figured. That wasn't really a part of the plan anyway. More of... A gift from me to you, in a sense."
"A gift?" She furrowed. "Another one?"
"Nothing you can frame but," He leaned into her. "I'd say it's better than memorabilia?"
"Better than a limited edition contemporary Riot tee complete with the ink tipped shoulder horns?"
He chuckled down at her. "Better."
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