WARNING:
LIME IN THE FIRST QUARTER OF THIS STORY!
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Midoriya Izuku, never once in his life, has kissed anyone but his own mother.
But there you were, pulling him down and drunkenly kissing him like you'd been his girlfriend for years. He didn't know how to react, especially not when your hands began tracing along the curve of his back. He pulled away, shocked.
"I-zu-ku~" you giggled out. Everything was a blur. He couldn't see nor hear anything but you. The only thing he could be hella sure of was your finger toying with the fabric on his back and the taste of alcohol on your lips.
No. He couldn't do this. That would've just been taking advantage of you, and he knew better than that. But you were just so tempting, the way you squirmed under him.
"Midoriyaa!" You wouldn't stop teasing him. He felt like he was going to explode any moment now.
Without realizing it, he realized his vest was pulled off and you were already unbuttoning his shirt. Izuku felt a bead of sweat trail down his neck. What was going on? What should he do?
His body lowered itself subconsciously and you took the opportunity to crash your body against his. A jolt ran through him and his mind blanked out. Whatever the hell was going down there in his pants, he definitely should not let it take over his mind. After all, he was...
You...
You were...
You were still (Name).
The green haired boy gently removed your hands from his shirt. He let his fingers brush against your palm, stroking it softly and placing it onto your own cheek.
"(Name), you're drunk," Izuku softly stated. You paused whatever you were doing and looked in his eyes. Despite all the intoxication, under those layers that masked your consciousness, he could still see your frail form in there.
"I... am?" You asked in a child-like manner. Izuku cupped his hand around your cheek. Your eyes were half-lidded and you looked so vulnerable.
"Go to sleep, Kurogiri's drinks have always been good to drink before you knock off," he rested his forehead on yours.
Even if he was a villain labelled by society, he still had to uphold his own values.
"Plus Ultra. Don't remember anything from today, okay?"
Your fingers reached out to hold onto his hand that rested on your face.
"Plus Ultra... huh."
Slowly, as the seconds ticked by, you slipped into unconsciousness. Only when Midoriya felt the constant, deep breaths tickle his lips then he pulled away from your resting body.
"You're really something, (Name). Pissing me off multiple times in a row but somehow making up for it everytime... you're weird."
Midoriya grabbed his coat, placed it atop of you and rearranged his clothes, before heading out of the room.
Still, he had no idea what triggered your impulse to drink. Could it have been his controlling behaviour? Maybe he should lighten up a bit.
But faintly remembering the smell of alcohol in the house where he found his mother...
He was still half sure his father had met his mother in the house before Midoriya returned home. There would've been no reason why she would just hang herself like that.
"It wasn't her fault," Tomura spoke from behind Izuku. Izuku turned around to make eye contact with the hand-on-his-face-man. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize Tomura was behind him.
"Ex-Excuse me?" He stuttered, caught off guard.
"I didn't stop her and Toga encouraged it. She isn't to blame," he got up from leaning against the wall. Toga appeared behind him and nodded furiously.
"Yeah yeah! Don't hurt her like that, We were the issue!" She piped up. Tomura sighed and began scratching his neck.
Ah, I see how is it, Midoriya thought. A smile spread across his face.
"(Name) really has that atmosphere to make everyone love her, huh?" Izuku laughed. "No matter how annoying she may be."
Toga raised her hands both in the air, feigning being caught.
"The ability to make everyone love (Name)-pon..." She put her hands down and wrangled her wrists. "How nice to have that..."
"Tsch, sounds troublesome," Tomura rearranged the hand on his face and walked away in a slouching position. Toga turned around and followed after him, but not before shooting Midoriya a smile and one short sentence.
"Maybe it's just you."
His gloved hand raised up to cover his mouth. Just him? What did she mean?
Oh. Just him that loves you.
His face flushed red as he covered his mouth, unable to speak a word. What the hell?
But thinking back on it... you've been around for a shorter time than All Might and the rest, but he already felt the same closeness to you.
"Th-that's stupid," he mumbled to himself. He removed his gloves and placed them in his pocket, revealing his scarred hand. If he hadn't figured out how to use his quirk in time, he would've probably shattered his arms and never be able to use them again. He wouldn't be able to write, to hold a book, to wrap his arms around you, to...
"Oh my god, stop, I can't do this to myself," he messed up his hair, his face blushing even harder. Every image of you was filling his mind now, but he couldn't. You were just another one of his troublesome friends, if he didn't protect you you'd leave. He didn't want to be just like his dad. He didn't want anyone to end up like his mum.
He slammed open the door and walked down the street. How to get you out of his mind... how to get you out of his mind... how to... get you to like him... no! That's not it!
You needed to stop infiltrating his mind. Stop waging a war against his emotions. Stop acting so cute- NO!
He angrily punched himself in the face. The people around him looked at him weird, but looked away immediately after the terrifying stare he gave them.
"Deku?"
"K-Kacchan!" He perked up. Bakugou stood over him, much taller than the meekly Midoriya. Izuku fiddled with his jacket. He was sure he stood out in some way, but hopefully it wasn't enough to make him suspicious.
"Oi. What are you doing out here like that? Come over to my house. I'll give you a change of clothes." Without waiting for a response, Bakugou turned the corner and vanished. Midoriya looked around, the little bravado he had from earlier gone, and followed him.
The two walked together in silence, awkward or not, they both weren't sure. Maybe it was much needed. Where was Bakugou headed to before he met Izuku, anyway? His mind trailed back to your figure lying on the bed.
"I want to talk about (Name)."
"Eh-? W...What about her?"
Bakugou stopped for a moment in the middle of the streets, turning around to face Midoriya. The green haired boy gulped in response, slowly walking forward to stand beside Bakugou.
"Well, you see, I think she's really sweet until its almost sickening. And nice."
"That's a first for you to say that," Izuku looked straight ahead. What did he want to do with you? You were his. Nobody could steal you away from him.
"Oh no, don't worry your little ass. I won't steal your little girlfriend away."
"G-Girlfriend?! She's not!!"
"Whatever. But you have to take really good care of her. Endeavour shot her down really hard when she was already at rock bottom," Bakugou'a eyes trailed away. "She couldn't accomplish much from the Sports festival either, she completely lost at the calvary battle. She so badly wanted to be a hero, but she couldn't. You've seen (Name), you should know how bad it can get."
"I... um..."
"Well, whatever it is, you better take fuckin' care of her before she runs away back to her asshole of a dad," Bakugou looked at Midoriya with his piercing red eyes.
It's been a while since they walked together like this. It was Midoriya that always cowered under him, but that moment when Midoriya's face seemed to mature at the mention of (Name)...
It was a nice change.
"We're already here, don't sweat it. Let's go."
Izuku stared at Kacchan's house. It was huge. But still the same as he remembered him. Was his mom still at home? Were there still countless broken things strewn about inside?
"I... I think I missed this," he whispered quietly to himself, and stepped into the house. A simpler time when they were both kids, with nothing else to worry but the game.