Could you do something along the lines of getting trapped in a small space like a glass box or a dark concrete room, literally anything after a villain used their quirk on us while fighting as heroes.
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Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Word Count: 3896
Rating: NSFW | Smut | Confined Space | All charactered are depicted as 18+
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Ever since you were a child, you had an unwavering longing to be a hero.
While many of your classmates played games and daydreamed about ordinary lives, you immersed yourself in stories of courageous individuals saving the day. Deep within you, you knew you were destined for something greater, something that would make a difference in the world.
To achieve your dream, you dedicated yourself to both your studies and physical training. You scored top grades in class, always pushing the limits of your capabilities. You hit the gym regularly, honing your strength and agility. Every spare moment was spent preparing yourself for the challenges that lay ahead.
However, your mother never shared your enthusiasm for this path you had chosen. She preferred a more conventional, established life for you—one filled with safety and the pursuit of "lady-like" duties. She worried about the dangers that awaited you and hoped that you would settle for a more traditional existence.
You knew very well of the dangers that came with being a hero, but never once did you expect to be put in a situation like this.
“Hey are you okay?”
You had just been fighting a villain alongside Deku. The man had quite the strange quirk, blowing up buildings left and right to create a distraction to escape. It seemed you and Deku would claim the victory of the fight, until everything simultaneously went wrong.
Buildings collided, and rubble fell, some of your suit ripped upon impact and your eyes burned from the tiny rocks falling on your face. But you were now laid on the ground, Deku’s weight crushing on top of you.
As the dust cleared, you covered your mouth and coughed. Waiting for all the noise to die down before you looked to see how fucked you were. Your legs were pushed up, knees on either side of Midoriya. It was then you realized the confined space you were stuck in. He was holding himself above you to avoid crushing you.
As you looked around the area, avoiding direct eye contact with Izuku, you asked, "What happened?"
Izuku's voice carried urgency as he replied, "we’re trapped under some rubble from the explosion.”
You watched as Izuku strained under the weight, his back serving as a barrier between you both and the crushing force of the debris. His muscles flexed with the effort as he attempted to create more space.
He says, “I can’t lift the rock up all the way, so it seems like we’re gonna be stuck like this for a while.”
“Let me help,” you straighten yourself up a little and activate your quirk. As Izuku had said, it was quite heavy, but you used your quirk to lift the rock a little bit and stick it against another. You wouldn’t be able to get the two of you out of this predicament, but it gave enough room to get Izuku off of you.
"Thank you," Izuku said, moving from on top of you. He was still very close though, almost nose to nose with you. "That makes a difference. We'll have to wait for more help to arrive, but at least this eases the pressure."
The area you were stuck in was quite cramped, you’d have to sit with your knees pulled up to your chest if Izuku hadn’t already curled into himself. It was dark, but you could still make out Izuku’s hero costume.
The silence was broken as you mustered the courage to speak, your voice hushed. "How long do you think we'll be stuck here?"
Izuku's minty breath brushed across your face as he chuckled softly. "Hopefully not very long. Someone's bound to notice we're missing eventually. They'll come to our rescue."
You nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. There was likely a rescue team working tirelessly outside, doing their best to locate and free you both. Yet, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered with worry, wondering what would happen if nobody found you, if help never arrived. The thought of running out of air and perishing in that confined space sent a shiver down your spine.
"Hey," Izuku spoke, his hand gently settling on your shoulder. The touch caused you to jump slightly, breaking the train of distressing thoughts.
You turned to face him, meeting his concerned gaze. His presence brought a sense of comfort, as it always did. His smile, his touch and the warmth in his eyes reassured you, temporarily pushing away the fear that had gripped you moments ago.
"It's going to be alright," Izuku said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "We're in this together, and help will come. We just have to hold on and stay strong."
You nod, sighing a little as you let your body relax. “What now?”
"For now, we wait," he replied, his voice steady. "We stay calm and conserve our energy. It might take a while, but help will come."
As you fiddled with the torn pocket of your suit, a feeling of frustration washed over you. Fixing it now would add another task to your ever-growing list of things to do.
Reaching into the small pouch of your tool belt, your fingers found the familiar shape of a tap light—a reliable tool you carried for emergencies just like this one. With a small click, you activated the light, hoping it would provide sufficient illumination.
Unfortunately, it seemed the batteries were running low, casting only a dim glow in the darkness. However, your eyes had gradually adjusted to the lack of light during your time in confinement, and the dimness was no longer as hindering as it initially had been.
A sense of awkwardness began to settle in. With limited options for activity, you drummed your fingers on the ground, trying to dispel the unease that crept up within you.
Your gaze wandered, briefly landing on Izuku. In the dim light, you couldn't help but appreciate his features—his earnest eyes, the determined set of his jaw, and the strength exuded by his presence. It wasn't the first time you had admired his handsome appearance, as you had developed feelings for him since the early days of your career in the field.
Thinking back, you remembered the times when Izuku had offered a helping hand, guiding you through your initial steps as a hero. His unwavering support and willingness to lend assistance had left a lasting impression on you, fostering a deep sense of admiration.
“Y/n.”
As Izuku's voice reaches your ears, it pulls you away from your thoughts, prompting you to look over at him expectantly. However, the realization dawns upon you that in the dimness of your surroundings, he likely can't see your face clearly. In response, you emit a noncommittal hum, signaling your attention.
“Are you injured anywhere?” He asks, attention drawn to the torn fabric of your costume.
You shake your head, a small smile forming on your lips. "I'm fine, Izuku," you assure him, attempting to lighten the mood. "Just a few more errands to run once we get out of here."
The attempt at humor brings a hint of levity to the confined space, relieving some of the tension that had settled between you. You glance down at your torn costume, reassuring yourself that it's only the fabric that's damaged, not your physical well-being.
“I’m glad.” He says with a warm smile. “I care about you deeply, you know.”
Izuku's words reverberate through your mind, momentarily causing your brain to pause. The warmth that spreads across your cheeks is undeniable as you scratch the back of your head, trying to find the right words to respond.
"I-I care about you too," you finally manage to say.
His warm smile widens, and you catch a glimpse of the whites of his teeth as he speaks. "You scared me a little when you charged at the villain like that. Please don't do anything reckless like that again. You're very important to me."
A sense of gratitude wells up within you as you lock eyes with Izuku, the dim light casting a gentle glow upon your faces. "I promise," you reply softly, "I'll be more careful. Your well-being is just as important to me, Izuku. We'll look out for each other."
As silence settles once again in the confined space, you become acutely aware of Izuku's unwavering gaze upon you. His eyes, fixed on your form, make you feel small yet captivated, as if he could see right through you. Every time you meet his eye, his smile radiates warmth, further intensifying the heat placed on your cheeks.
The close proximity between you and Izuku heightens the intensity of the moment. You can't help but feel a surge of apprehension as your heart races, fearful that he might hear the quickened rhythm of your pulse.
“Deku-”
“Yes?”
He responds too quickly, as if expecting you to call his name. The abruptness of his reply catches you off guard, causing your intended question to fade away on your tongue, and you feel yourself shiver.
Izuku's gaze softens as he observes your reaction. He reaches out, his hand hovering in the space between you. “Y/n?”
“Sorry,” you stutter out. Fiddling with your fingers as you find the right way to state your question. “I um..” You could feel your confidence slipping with every ‘um’ deciding to void your question and ask an entirely new one.
“I uh, just want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“Oh.” He says, “it’s no problem, like I said before, you mean alot to me.”
The gravity of his sentiment sinks in, causing your heart to skip a beat. Holy shit, you think to yourself, scolding your brain for briefly entertaining the idea of confessing your feelings in that vulnerable moment.
You silently thank your senses for reeling you back in, knowing that the timing may not be right for such a revelation. However, the question lingers in the back of your mind, the curiosity of what might happen if you were to express your emotions openly and honestly.
You were always one to go after what you wanted. And if Izuku were to deny you, he’d do it in the nicest way possible. With a surge of determination, you decide to seize the moment.Ignoring the insecurities that plagued you earlier, you lean forward, closing the gap between you and Izuku. Your lips gently meet his in a tender kiss.
Izuku's initial surprise causes a soft squeak to escape his lips, his body tensing momentarily. However, as you start to pull away, his hands instinctively cup the back of your head, pulling you back towards him, deepening the kiss.
His lips were warm, soft, like you had always imagined they were. It was like time stood still, as the excitement of his return to your kiss settled in your gut. As the kiss continues, the confined space feels less constricting, as if it expands to accommodate the shared emotions and desires.
Eventually, the need for air becomes apparent, and you break the kiss, gasping for breath. Your eyes meet Izuku's, both of you sharing a mix of surprise, excitement, and perhaps a touch of uncertainty.
The weight of your arms begins to strain from holding yourself up, but before you can adjust, Izuku's hands move with purpose. He pulls you into his lap, his arms encircling you with a sense of protectiveness and longing. Your lips meet again, the intensity of the kiss growing as you surrender to the depth of your connection.
His hands hold you by the waist, keeping you close every time you try to break away for air. He was suffocating you, and you absolutely loved it.
Though you had initiated the kiss, it seemed Izuku was more eager than you. His tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, gaining a small gasp from you. As he pressed his tongue in your mouth, hands squeezing at the small fats of your sides, your hands found its way into his curly green hair.
You reach down, hands feeling up on every curve of his abs, the want for his suit to come off burning within you. There was a zipper in the back of his suit, but as intoxicated by him as you were, you still knew it’d be unwise to fully undress him when anybody could lift this rock and catch you too.
The press would have a field day.
It still doesn’t settle right with you, making you let out a small whine as Izuku breaks away from your lips. “I know baby, I know,” he mutters, before taking a peck at your neck. “You can have all of me when we get out of here okay?”
As he squeezes your hip you press down on him, earring a groan from him as you meet his heavy hard erection. He’s quick to push you back down onto it, working for any friction that he can get.
He’s finally able to peel himself off of you, pushing you down onto the ground as he climbs over you. His chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Here?”
You are also panting, your cleavage exposed by the zipper in the middle of your suit. His breath fans over your skin, sending chills down your body as you feverishly nod your head.
He kisses you again, more hungry than he was before. You could feel his hands creeping into your suit to fondle your breasts. You had never really worn a bra with your costume as it was already a tight fit, and practically had one built in already.
His lips break away from yours before trailing down to your breasts, his mouth accompanying the nipple his hand couldn’t tease. You gasp, the pleasure spiking you to sit up a little, reminding you of the painful concrete beneath you.
Izuku seemed to be rather busy, rotating from boob to boob while also giving your neck slight attention, he seemed to be ignoring the blazing feeling that was building up in your cunt. You wondered how he was even going to reach it. Unlike him, you wore a jumpsuit and your pants wouldn’t slide off easily.
But as fast as you pondered the question, Izuku answered it just as quickly, His hands finding one of the holes in your suit by your thigh, and tearing his way to your pussy.
“Deku!” You squeal. It would be much harder to explain the giant hole exposing your pussy when you were finally rescued, but Izuku didn’t seem to care.
“Izuku.” he corrects. “Just Izuku.”
As quickly as he tore your suit, your panties followed suit. The cold air that smacked your cunt was enough to make you clench around nothing and Izuku chuckles. Lifting one of your legs to give him better access.
You could hear your own wetness as he trailed his finger around your exposed area. You longed for him to touch you deeper, hoping he'd quit the slow adventuring and just dive in and touch you.
Finally, he pauses, his thump grazing over your clit. The roughness of his fingertips was enough to make you gasp. “There!” You squeak. “Please, more.”
His other fingers find home inside you as his thumb remains kissed to your clit. He rubs it while also pushing his other fingers in and out of you. With all the build of tension, you could feel every splash of your wetness, frustration almost reaching its peak.
It’s when Izuku presses his finger down that you shoot up and grab his shoulder, the amount of pleasure from the single poke is enough to make you orgasm. You slowly rest your nerves and lean back to lay back on the ground, but with the way Izuku continues his prodding and poking, you didn’t seem to get a break, your back continuously arching from the sudden spikes of pleasure.
“So sensitive,” he whispers. “Everytime I poke you just gush.”
He was going to drive you insane, constant muttering as he analyzed your every reaction. You needed more, finally falling down onto your back and taking a deep breath. With the abuse to your clit, and the way he hums every time you shutter, you wouldn’t last long like this.
It was a little embarrassing how easily he’d make you cum just by prodding your clit alone. You’ve never been able to achieve that by yourself.
“Izuku,” you cry out weaky. “I can’t- please.”
His eyes flicker up to you, just his eye contact alone makes you squeeze and he chuckles. “You must want me real bad hm?” He asks, “tell me what you want, baby.”
“Touch me.” You utter.
“I am touching you.”
“Fuck!” You curse as he curls his finger slightly. “Please Izuku, you know what I mean.”
You can make out the grin on his face as he continues to tease. “I really don’t. Seems like no matter what I do you just get wetter and wetter, so I need you to be a little more specific.”
You hold yourself up by the elbow, meeting his direct eye. “Fuck me.” You demand.
“As you wish,” he slides his fingers out of you, shamelessly bringing them to his lips and licking your juices off. You could see some of your liquid siding down his finger from the small glare of its glisten.
He pulls off you for a second, pulling his pants down as far he could, you watch as his cock flies free from its containment, red and rock hard, slapping against his chest. It was beautiful.
It made you wish this was happening in different circumstances. You longed to get on your knees and take that beauty in your mouth. To tease him as he had done you earlier.
He almost struggles to line himself up, grunting as he taps your entrance with his tip. “Are you ready for me?”
“God yes.”
Nothing could prepare you for the stretch Izuku’s cock gives you as it slides it. Not only was it long, and thick, it was hot and you could feel everything. You choke on your moan as you gasp at the same time, the wind practically knocked out your lungs.
“Holy- fuck!” He cures, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re squeezing the shit out of me. Can you relax a little baby? I’m gonna cum too fast if you keep this up.”
You tried to relax, labored breathing as you attempted to regain your composure, but you were just too full. “Too big, I can’t-” you say, squeezing his shoulders as you clenched your eyes shut.
“Okay. I’m gonna move now,” he says cautiously. Slowly pulling out before rolling into you. Both of you respond with a loud noise, the pleasure making you dig your nails into his skin. He didn’t seem to mind, having to clench his fists to keep himself from losing it.
“You okay?” He asks, still testing the waters with slow rolls of his hips.
“I’m fine,” you hiss. “Just move, please.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, pulling back once again before pressing into you. The intense feeling makes you cry out again, and you wrap your arms around his neck pressing him further into the crook of your neck.
His mouth latches onto your skin as he thrusts again, finding a pace that gradually increased with speed as you both got used to the pleasure. He lowers himself on top of you, resting his weight onto his elbows so he could get closer to your face.
He kisses you, pressing multiple small pecks onto your lip as he continues to fuck you. You appreciated the passion, bringing your hands to crawl into his hair. He continues to fuck you, keeping your bodies close. The base of his cock rubs continuously on your clit, bringing out some delectable moans from you as it stacks along the pleasure inside you.
“I fucking love you,” he moans, his pace starting to get faster. His eyes were closed, mind now entirely focused on pleasuring you. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I-Izuku!” You try to speak but every word is met with a stutter. He’s too much, every thrust, every slide, every rub makes you pause mid sentence to moan. It doesn’t matter as Izuku isn’t listening, stuck in his own delusion of pleasure.
“Mine, all mine.” He mutters. “None else can have this, nobody.”
He sends you another thrust, causing you to repeat his name again and again. With every call of his name, he rewards you with a mind blowing thrust.
Your hands are now spread out on his back, scratching at his hero costume. You knew it wouldn’t budge, the durability stronger than your nails, but with each pounding thrust, you can feel the will to break the suit getting stronger.
“More,” you beg. “Please, more, I need more of you.”
“I’m right here baby,” he sighs. “I’m all yours.”
You moan loudly at his words, hand cupping his face and bringing him in for a sweet kiss. You could feel your climax building, each push and roll of Izuku’s hips stacking up the feeling in your gut.
You weren’t going to last any longer. His cock was still burning hot, its heaviness felt with every harsh thrust. You broke your kiss to bury your face into his shoulder, intoxicating yourself with his smell.
“So close Zu, so close.” You begin to babble, losing your sense of mind. “Please make me cum, I’m gonna cum, god your gonna make me cum.”
“Fuck-” he trails he curse, taking one of his hands to abuse your clit again. “Cum baby, go ahead. Let it go.”
Your tongue would fly out of your mouth if this continued any longer, unable to control the sound of your moans as you feel everything crashing down. Your scream bounced off the walls of the rubble, your throat running dry from the duration of your scream as your orgasm ran through you.
Izuku kisses you, swallowing up the rest of your moan. He hadn’t finished yet, his hips still rolling. It was enough to make you squeeze around his, grunting from the overstimulation.
His thrust met his maximum speed as he continued to babble, and then he suddenly stilled. You could feel everything. As he pumps his cum inside of you. Every rope makes you twitch slightly.
He gives you a few extra bonus thrusts, before pulling out of you and catching his limp dick in his hand. You laid still for a while, the uncomfortable feeling of him cum oozing out of you keeping you from moving.
He tucks himself into his pants before doing his best to help your situation, but there wasn’t much. Your jumpsuit was torn alongside your panties, you’d been marked up like crazy and you were leaking cum.
Izuku chuckles, apologizing for his eagerness before he’s able to lift you so lay on top of him. He kisses the top of your head, taking in the silence of your soft breathing.
“I love you.” He says. “I really mean it when I say it.”
☆.｡.:*"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭." ･ﾟﾟ･｡ Y/n L/n loved the sparkle of a jewel, the reflection of gold, and the icy feeling of heavy diamonds on her neck. She always wore gloves, black silky gloves that comforted her hands perfectly. With her sexy body and ruby red lips, she could have any man she wants. With just a few flirty looks, and a couple of sly words, the gloves slide off easily once they make it to the hotel room, and once her bare hand touches the man's chest…he'll freeze and become gold. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭. ｡･ﾟﾟ･
Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Rating: mature, abuse, criminal activities, some sexual mentions
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Chapter Four
The Jewel Box
“Y/n, you're late.” Despite your attempt to stay out of Mrs. Yamazaki sight it seemed she always knew where you were, and what you were doing wrong.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Yamazaki,” you try to walk past her to the table but she steps in front of you.
“I don’t want you to be sorry Y/n, I want you to..” she extends out the word, leaving room for you to finish.
You slump your shoulders, and look at her exhaustedly. “You want me to do better, can I go eat now?”
Satisfied she moves to let you through, and you go over to the cafeteria. The lunch ladies were just the cleaning ladies in different outfits. Despite how successful the orphanage was, Mrs. Yamazaki was known to cut corners.
You were served a hot try with a wet carton of milk. You thank the lunch ladies before walking over to your usual lunch spot, but it was filled with other children. You sigh but your mood lightens up when you see Sakuma by a table near the older boys.
You walk over and sit down. “Out of all the tables, this one?” You raise a brow, the boys were usually super loud and every now and then they’d get a little rough.
“It was this or the floor.” Sakuma shrugs.
The topic drops quickly and Sakuma digs into her fruit salad. You want to tell her what you saw earlier, but you're afraid one of his friends might hear you. “So why were you late?” Sakuma asks, she was a mastermind at reading your behavior, “your all fidgety, what’s up?”
You are about to speak but stop at the sight of Kono entering the lunchroom. He’s got a prideful smile on his face and you almost smile too. Despite your many disputes with the two, you were happy they became a couple.
But the loud cheering from the boys makes you tilt your head. Kono walks over, and nods his head which only makes them even more rowdy. “Boys!” Mrs. Yamazaki calls, her chilling voice quieting everyone. “Please keep your talking at an acceptable volume.”
They all brush her off but still quiet down. Kono is placed in the middle of the table and all the focus is on him. You can hear Sakuma talking to you, but you're focused on what Kono’s saying. The way his hands move, how he grins. “Hey…when did your bracelet turn gold? I thought it had diamonds-” You put your hand up to shut Sakuma up and listen to what he was saying.
“Yeah she was all over me. ‘Kono more, don’t stop!’” He says, making his voice high pitched to mimic what Nakata sounded like. “She couldn’t get enough.” The way he spoke about Nakata was disgusting, it wasn’t the way you talk about someone you loved.
“So is she your girl now or what?” His friend asks.
“Hell nah. I like someone else. I just had to get my hands on those honkers before someone else does.”
His words echoed in your head. Each time it infuriates you more and more. You hated Nakata and wished nothing but hell on her. But despite all the hatred you felt towards her, she didn’t deserve to have her body played with like that.
Without thinking you get up, and throw your tray into Kono’s face. The steaming hot beans you were gonna eat were now all over his face. “Your a fucking asshole Kono!” You shout. The boy screams in pain and before his friends or Mrs. Yamazaki could even try to get you, you booked it.
Kono had entered the cafeteria alone, so Nakata had to still be in the storage room by herself. You ran towards it. She deserved to know what her ‘lover’ was saying about her. How he truly felt.
“Nakata!” You shout when you spot her in the hallway. She looks like a deer in headlights before she realizes it’s you. The girl crosses her arms, and frowns.
“What?”
It takes a second for you to catch your breath. “I-I know what you and Kono were doing.” You're about to finish your sentence but she interrupts you.
“Are you fucking stalking me creep?” Her face goes red. “If you snitch, I’ll beat your ass to the ground.”
“Just shut up and listen.” You finally catch your breath. “Kono doesn’t like you, he likes someone else. He only said he did so you’d let him-”
“Shut up!” She covers her ears, the red in her face darkening “you don’t know anything about him! Or me. We love each other.”
You grab her hands and force her to look at you. “Look I can’t stand you as much as you hate me, but I’m telling the truth. He was bragging about how easy you are to his friends.”
“Get your hands off of me!” She pushes you to the floor. “You're just a stupid little outsider that everyone hates! Your life is already ruined so stop trying to take the rest of us with you.” She’s walking off before you can try to speak again.
You huff out in frustration, tapping your knuckles against the floor. That honestly had gone better than you thought it would, but you still had a lot of energy to burn off. You needed someone, something, to settle your nerves.
“Y/n? What the hell was that?” Sakuma comes up behind you, she shouts in a hushed whisper. “I had to sneak out of the cafeteria, Kono is seriously pissed at you.”
“I don’t care.” You mutter. Your knuckles were beginning to hurt from the tapping.
“What even was that all about?”
You don’t respond and stand up. “Come on.” Sakuma follows a few steps behind, she rarely saw you in moods like these, something would get stolen, or someone got hurt. But it all ended the same, you getting into big trouble.
“Y/n please!” Sakuma pleads, “whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it. If you get into any trouble, Mrs. Yamazaki won’t let you go to the carnival. I don’t wanna go alone!”
It goes without a response again and Sakuma follows you up to the bell tower. Despite everything in her mind telling her to leave. Her gut was churning, whatever you were planning to do, it wasn’t going to end well.
But by your face, Sakuma could tell that there was no stopping you. She kicks off her socks and shoes and follows you off the ledge onto the roof. She didn’t need to balance her steps since her feet stuck to the tiles.
You popped off the outside vent cover to the Dean’s office, giving it to Sakuma to stick on the roof. It gave immediate access to Mrs. Yamazaki's room since it also acted like a fire exit.
Sakuma webs up a string. Wrapping it around your leg several times until the string is as thick as a rope. She gives it a tug to make sure it’ll stay before nodding. You both share one last look before you climb down into the hole, Sakuma holding the other side of the rope to keep you from falling.
“Did you gain a few pounds, sheesh!” She cries out from the roof.
The room looked different upside down but what you were looking for was easy to spot. Only issue was it was definitely out of arm reach. The rope drops a little bit, and Sakuma groans “did you get it yet?”
“Stay strong. I just need to swing a bit.” You call back. Swinging your arms left to right to gain some momentum. You almost yelp as the string slips a little bit, now wrapped around your bare ankle.
“You okay?”
“Yeah” you reply breathlessly. “Just hold on up there!” You hadn’t even noticed that the string on your ankle started to transform, the silky string turning into solid gold, traveling upwards towards Sakuma very slowly.
“No, I will not tolerate that behavior anymore. I understand Mrs. Marigold, but this is starting to become out of the question.” Mrs. Yamazaki's voice could send chills to a Sergeant. She had a naturally stern voice but when she was angry, it became horrifying.
“Shit.” You curse. “She’s coming. Get ready to pull me up!”
You swing once again, this time with a little more force and finally you manage to grab the box. You call out for our friend to pull you up, watching the Dean fiddling with her keys to enter the office. You shout your friend’s name in the loudest whisper you could muster, but she doesn’t hear you. She’s distracted by the sudden change forming on her web. The transforming gold was about to reach her hand. Afraid of what it might do, she let go of the rope.
It was like everything was in slow motion. The Dean’s door opening, the box flying out your hands as you unexpectedly began to fall. Your head hits the floor first, and next is the box. Which shatters into pieces, it’s shards flying everywhere.
Though the beautiful box had now gone to waste. You admired how gorgeous the shards looked as they flew in the air. Your headaches from the impact, but that doesn’t matter when you catch a glimpse of the Dean’s face.
“Y/n. L/n.” She breathes out. Chest heaving up and down. “That was a gift from my father.”
You give her a friendly smile. “I’m sorry.”
“Before he died.” Mrs. Yamazaki finishes. You glup, she definitely wasn’t going to let this one go. She stomps over to you and grabs you by the ear. Her pinch is hard, the nail digging into your skin.
“Six years. For six years, I’ve dealt with your unruly behavior!” She drags you out of the office. “I gave you time, told myself you only acted so foolishly because of your past!” Her yelling brings out many of the staff and children, and they all watched as you were getting dragged. “You have no respect, none for yourself, or anybody else around you!” Mrs. Yamazaki shouts.
You catch sight of Mrs. Kamiko. She watches with her hand covered over her mouth. There was nothing she could do to help. You both knew that.
Mrs. Yamazaki continues to shout. “I’ll teach you some respect!” She lets you free from her pinching grip, pushing you a few steps ahead of her. “Well!” She crosses, “what do you have to say for yourself!”
You’re stunned. Her words echo in your mind. Suddenly you feel like the little girl who watched her daddy beat her mother into the ground. Who never felt safe in her own home.
“Fuck you.” You mutter.
She smacks you. A smack so loud it could be heard from down the hallway. The impact was so harsh you almost lost your footing. “Mrs. Yamazaki!” Mrs. Kamiko shouts, running over to restrain the woman who was raising her arm to strike you once again. “Please, just leave her be!”
You bring a shaking hand up to your face, touching the red spot that had formed from the smack. Mrs. Yamazaki was still heaving with anger, and everyone was just staring at you. It was a common occurrence for the Dean to shout and lecture you, but never had she put her hands on you.
“No wonder your mother shot herself. I would too with a child like you!”
Not caring what more Mrs. Yamazaki had to say, you quickly spin your heel and run, hot tears streaming down your face. “Y/n!” Mrs. Kamiko calls, but you refuse to turn back.
“That's right. Everyone back to your rooms!” Mrs Yamazaki screeches, “the festival is canceled!”
Once you reached your dorm, you quickly slammed the door shut. “W-what are you doing here?” You had thought the room was empty but Nakata sat over by her bed. She was crying as well. You ignore her and run to your own bed, collapsing on top of it. You sobbed silently into your pillow, the stunning from the slap burning from the moisture of your tears.
“You ruined everything.”
You yanked away from your pillow. There’s a group of kids surrounding your bed. They definitely didn’t look happy. Kono stood closest to your bed, he was the one that pulled you.
Quickly you wiped your tears, “this is the girls dormitory dimwit.” The comment doesn’t lighten the mood, even some of the younger kids were here. They all were very upset with you. You looked over at Nakata who stayed by her bed. Her face was red from crying but she also looked upset.
“You just couldn’t sit still for one day!” Kono says, “now we can’t go to the festival anymore!” He seemed to be leading the confrontation.
“We worked really hard!” Another kid said. And many of them follow with shouts of agreement. You had never really gotten along with any of the kids, a tinge of guilt forms inside of you, and you lower your head.
“I’m..sor-” You begin to apologize, but you're interrupted.
“I think it’s time for some payback,” Namba cracks his knuckles. “Give her what she deserves.” Many of the other kids agree, getting closer to your bed and surrounding you. Takeuchi snatched your teddy from off your bed, holding it over his head so you couldn’t reach it.
“Let’s burn her bear!” He says.
“Stop!” You shout. Jumping to grab your bear, but Takeuchi shoves you away from him, and you fall back onto your bed. “No, please, give her back!” You quickly get up to grab your bear again, but Takeuchi had put a great deal of distance between you two. Once you reach him, he tosses the bear over to Namba.
“I’m sorry, okay!” You shout, “please, just give her back to me!”
“Aww, she says she's sorry.” Kono teases, “well sorry isn’t gonna fix it, we’re gonna need some real redemption.” The bear is tossed over to him, and your frustration finally reaches its peak. You push Kono as hard as you hand, both your hands pressing up against his chest. “Give her back!”
Kano freezes, and the bear drops from his arms. Everyone else in the room gasps, as the boy slowly turns into solid gold. You quickly grab your bear from off the ground, but it grows heavy in weight as it also starts to turn into gold.
“What happened to Kono?” Takeuchi shouts, “what did this freak do to him?!” Kono frozen, no signs of any life. You stare at him with fear, before looking down at your hand. Did you do that?
“She killed Kono!” Nakata points at you.
Your voice is shaky when you speak. “No! No, I didn’t kill him, that wasn’t me!” You struggle to keep your bear in your hands and grab onto one of the nearby bed frames. But it also turns to gold. You remove your hand quickly in panic. Accidentally dropping your teddy. You look down to pick her up, and notice your clothes were starting to turn gold as well, but they still remained flexible. You heart was dumming in your ears. And you could feel your brain begin to shut down. It didn’t help that the kids were screaming.
“Get away from us you monster!”
“Stay away, or she’ll kill you too!”
“Let's get out of here, away from that freak.”
“Stop.” You fall down to your knees, covering your ears with your hands, the children’s shouts were only frightening you more. Your throat runs dry and you horsley shout again. “Stop!” But it only continues.
“You murderer!”
“Psycho!”
“Freak!”
“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” You chant. Focusing on the muffled screams of the children and rocking your body back and forth. Millions of thoughts running in and out of your head. “Stop it!” The insults continued, alongside the start of screams. You couldn’t take it anymore. You clench your jaw, before shouting loudly again. “Stop it!” The entire room falls silent to your scream. “Shut up! Everyone shut up!”
You uncover your ears after a couple seconds of complete silence, and open your eyes to see everyone turned to gold. The girls were frozen, their faces terrified. The life that was once in their eyes now turned to gold.
You flinch at the statue behind you, it was Takeuchi. He’s got a baseball bat in his hand. He had intended to hit you before he was solidified. “H-hello?” You stand up with the heavy gold statue that used to be your precious bear.
It was too quiet for just everyone in the dormitory had turned to gold. You peak out the room in search of anyone running, but all who had had been turned to gold. “Oh no…nonono.” Sakuma reaches your mind, and you quickly run back towards the bell tower, but stop in your tracks when you found Mrs. Kamiko frozen, she’s still with the dean trying to calm her down.
“What have I done?” You whisper, grabbing the woman’s hand in hopes that some form of warmth or life would remain. You press your forehead to the statue, a small sob escaping your lips. Mrs. Kamiko had always been so patient with you. She loved you like how a mother would her daughter.
You looked down the hall. Your only friend's frozen face poking out from the inside of the Dean’s office. You sprint over to her, and hug the statue. You press your face into her neck and cry. But you quickly pulled back when you noticed your reflection in the broken shards on the ground. Even your tears had turned gold.
What do you do? You were all alone. You hug your friend once more. She had been the only one to try to get to know you. Since the first day of school all the kids have treated you like an outsider. Sakuma was the only one who showed you kindness. You pull away and look at her face, she looked so worried.
“I’m so sorry Sakuma.” You whisper, the girl had so much potential. She probably was going to get adopted, and live with her own family. But you took that all away.
You didn’t know how long you sat there and cried. Your golden tears falling down your face. You sat there in despair for hours, until you cried yourself to sleep. Part of you hoped this was all a big nightmare, and that you’d wake up to Nakata yelling at you for interrupting her beauty sleep.
But it was still cold and dull. Everyone was still dead, but now it was dark. Your face was sticky from all the snot and tears. Every paper towel you tried to use just turned to gold. You stared at your hand as another sheet of gold fell to the ground. Everything you touched just turned gold, you couldn’t eat anything, try to put on new clothes, it took a while of searching but you found a pair of gloves.
They also turned gold, but remained flexible like your clothes did. It seemed to do the job though since nothing else would turn gold with the barrier of the gloves. For a while, you wander the hallways of the orphanage mindlessly, going in areas you weren’t allowed to go, taking extra snacks from the kitchen. It’s not like anyone was gonna need them.
The night sky seemed endless, and seconds felt like minutes. You sat on your bed. Sleep was out of the option, the building was too creepy for you to even try and relax. The frozen statues in the room were also very weird. A constant reminder of what you’ve done.
You stared at teddy. She was no longer soft anymore. At the time where you need her softness the most, she had been solidified. You sighed out your nose.
“Oh, Teddy you got something on you,” you mutter out loud, opening the drawer on your night stand to grab a wet wipe. A black card falls out as you open it, a set of digits imprinted on it. You tilt your head, the memory of where the card had come from is foggy.
“Only use this number when there’s serious trouble, no nonsense.”
The card, the card! This card! The only way you could contact someone to help you! Quickly you snatch it from the ground and race to the Dean’s office. It was the only place that had a working phone.
Once you make it to her office you grab one of the pens from the desk. Despite the gloves you wore, there was a slight fear inside you that the phone might turn gold. You nudged the phone from off its stand before using the pen to push the numbers.
It’s a small struggle but you manage. Pressing the speaker button once you finally put in the full number. You fiddle with the pen as it rings. Praying that after all these years she hadn’t changed her number.
Ring….Ring.
“Marigold.”
She had sounded so serious, but to hear the voice of a live person, you broke down. Air gets caught in your throat but you still manage to speak. “Auntie, Auntie, I-I don’t know what happened!” Your voice is shaky. “Everything I touch turns to gold and I…I think I killed everyone.”
The line is silent, and you're afraid the phone broke. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” Her voice settles your nerves, “don’t touch anything.”
☆.｡.:*"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭." ･ﾟﾟ･｡ Y/n L/n loved the sparkle of a jewel, the reflection of gold, and the icy feeling of heavy diamonds on her neck. She always wore gloves, black silky gloves that comforted her hands perfectly. With her sexy body and ruby red lips, she could have any man she wants. With just a few flirty looks, and a couple of sly words, the gloves slide off easily once they make it to the hotel room, and once her bare hand touches the man's chest…he'll freeze and become gold. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭. ｡･ﾟﾟ･
Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Rating: mature, abuse, criminal activities, some sexual mentions
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Chapter Three
Tsutsumi Children's Home
“Give it back Y/N! I found it first.”
You sprinted down the hallway, kicking off every step in order to make distance from the two boys chasing you. In your hand was a shiny rock. Nakata had found it during outdoor playtime. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, and so did you.
The two boys chasing you, Kono and Mase, were Nakata little tools. Since she was considered the prettiest girl in Tsutsumi, she had a lot of boys willing to do anything for her. It was also because she was beginning to blossom.
Unfortunately for you, the boys were faster than you. As soon as they caught up, you were pushed down to the ground. You hit your nose first upon impact. Letting out a small groan at the pain. You recovered quickly though and attempted to get up but Kono pushed you down onto your butt.
“You guys know you're not supposed to hit girls,” you say. Glaring at Kono and Mase who looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter.
“Like you're anything near a girl.” Mase says between giggles, “maybe if you acted more like a girl, we’d treat you like one.”
As Mase continues to laugh, Kono climbs onto top of you to pry the rock from your hand. He’s careless with the amount of strength he uses. You had a good grip on the jewel, so Kono slams your hand into the floor until you let go.
The jewel slips out your grasp and Kono grabs it. “As if she could,” he snickers.
“Did you guys get it?” You feel your frown deepen as Nakata appears. “Aw c'mon, you guys were way too rough with her!” Though she grins at the sight of you on the floor. She holds out her hand to help you up, but you’d rather fall again than accept her help.
Nakata notices your refusal and forces her hand in yours. She yanks you up and leans to your ear. “You’re seriously pathetic,” she whispered. With a smile, she dusts off your clothes before turning back to the boys.
Their eyes were all over Nakata's boobs. With the dress she was wearing, the little bumps that were coming in were poking out. Your not sure if Nakata knows the boys were staring, or maybe she liked the attention
“Thank you so much for getting my rock!” She said, her voice all high-pitch.”Now, who wants to help me with my chores? My delicate fingers might get hurt if I do it all by myself.” You decide that she just likes the attention.
:”I’ll help!” Mase shouts and Kono follows suit.
“Come on then. If we finish fast we’ll have a higher chance of going to the festival.” As she walks away the two boys trail behind her like dogs on a leash. You're left standing there. A bruise starting to form on your arm.
Before you could run off, your name is called from down the hall “Y/n? Y/n why are you just standing there-?” Mrs. Kamiko comes up behind you. Her hand on your shoulder to force you to turn around. She sighs immediately at how battered you looked, she asks. “Were you rough-housing with the boys again?”
“It’s not my fault!” You defend, “they’re the ones always pushing and shoving.” You reach into your pocket and grin, “but it’s all worth it for this beauty.”
Mrs. Kamiko takes the rock from your hand quickly. “Did you steal this from Nakata?”She asked in a hushed whisper, “Y/n you already know what Mrs. Yamazaki said!”
“I know, I know. “ You roll your eyes, and try to grab your treasure back, but Mrs. Kamiko keeps it out of reach. “Come on, I already took the beating for it!”
“It’s not yours!” She shoves the jewel into her pocket, “I’m taking it back to Nakata. I am very disappointed in you.” Mrs. Kamiko walks out the same way she came in, leaving you alone once again, this time treasure less.
With a rough huff you followed behind her, but made a right turn instead. Down this hallway was the Dean’s office, as well as many storage closets. But at the end of the hall was a sprial staircase that led to the bell tower. It was your hideaway.
It gave a view of the whole courtyard, as well as the highway nearby. Many of the younger kids were playing in the courtyard. It was common to find you sitting on the ledge of the tower, so many of them waved when they noticed you. With a friendly smile you waved back. You weren’t very liked within your age group, but the younger kids were always happy to have you around.
“There you are!” With all the attention being drawn to the bell tower, your best friend comes out into the open. She crosses her arms and shakes her head at you. “Stay right there, I’m coming up!”
Sakuma Takara, probably one of the only people in here that actually liked you. She was able to withstand your mischievous behavior. You let out a humorous huff, and watch Sakuma uses her quirk to climb up the tower.
She was born with the quirk of a spider, it allowed her to stick to things and shoot out webs. You’d never forget when her quirk first manifested, she accidentally stuck herself to you. She was well known around the orphanage, her reputation was way better than yours. Mainly because she as well as the other kids had a quirk. You did not.
“Stealing from Nataka again?” Sakuma climbed up to the top quite fast, she had been getting better at using her quirk lately. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea. I know she deserves it, but she’s got everyone in here wrapped around her finger. You're powerless.”
You pull the rock out from your pocket and toss it to her, “not so powerless I guess.”
Sakuma's eyes widened. “You actually got it?” She said.
“You can have it. It’s not pretty to me anymore.” You lean onto one of the pillars. You were lying. The rock was still as gorgeous as when you first seen it, but Mrs. Kamiko’s words would echo in your mind every time you looked at it. ‘I’m disappointed in you’
“Really? But you went through all that trouble!” Sakuma protests. “I’m sure the boys really gave it to you this time,” she said, staring at the marks on your cheeks.
You turn to the side so she can’t see them anymore. “It’s fine, really. Besides, I’ve got my eyes on something else now.” Sakuma's face drops, and she slaps a hand to her face.
There was a beautiful jewelry case in the Dean’s office, it was made out of see through crystals, and they were gorgeous. It was lined with silver to complement the pink and blue glow that reflected on it. And it was just sitting in her office, collecting dust.
“I knew I shouldn’t have come up here!” Your friend groans out, “just when I thought you were sulking! You were just planning your next attack.”
“You should know by now I never sulk,” you say with a champion’s smile. “And that box is just too good to resist. We’ll meet here during lunch tomorrow, just lower me into her office. We’ll be in and out before anyone notices were gone.”
“I know I say this every time, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” Sakuma was always the responsible one between you too. She’d always express her concerns about something, even when she knew you’d never listen. “Seriously, I have a bad feeling about this.”
You grab your friends hands, “it’ll be fine, and most importantly, it’ll be fun.” The moment is interrupted by the calls of the caregivers down at the courtyard, it was dinner time. “Meet you down for dinner. Gotta wash up or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
You share goodbyes with your friend, and you head down the stairs. The Dean, Mrs. Yamazaki, was always a sickler for making sure everyone in the orphanage looked good. She had a reputation to withhold. People from all around the county would come adopt kids from her children’s home.
There was a bathroom left of the hallway, and you washed all all the dirt from your hands and face. Some parts of your body were red but you were clean enough to stay off Mrs. Yamazaki’s radar.
“So, you gonna show me?”
You toss your paper towel into the trash can, and look down to the air vent in the bathroom. The voices were coming from the storage room next door. You dismiss the conversation since it was probably some boys showing off some cool things they found in the courtyard.
“I’m not so sure.”
You freeze at the sound of a female voice, sounded like Nakata. You crouch down to look inside the vent, getting a clear view of the room. Kono and Nakata were standing very close to each other. Kono grabs Nakata's hands, “I love you Nakata, and if you loved me too you’d show me.”
“Okay, I will.” The girl sighs, before she pulls away from Kono and starts to lift her shirt.
Disgusting. You repeat in your head. But, that was their business not yours, so you’d stay out of it.
Domestic moments with Husband Gojo, where you guys reminisce moments with one another especially your first dance during your wedding. So why not recreate that magical moment of a first dance. (In the end, may you add their daughter dancing along with them, that would be so cute!)
Sorry this took so long, was on a little break! I hope you enjoy, I did my best to make this extremely cute and fuffy! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)
Word count: 2149
Satoru Gojo x Reader
Rating: Fluff
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Around the time you got married, there was a saying flying around. A joke between inside friends. ‘If Satoru Gojo can get married, then maybe there’s hope for us after all.’ It was no secret how handsome Gojo was perceived, and the many looks and all the attention the male would get from women.
But it wasn’t his looks that tended to drive women away, his silly personality was just a little too much for one to handle on a daily basis. His arrogance, ego, pride, it was another handful that wasn’t so pleasurable.
Despite this, he had no interest in settling. That is, until he met you. Your first day on the job, hair pressed to a flowy silky state, a lift mist of perfume radiating from your body, a deep shade of red painted on your lips. He didn’t see your face first though, it was the tight little skirt you wore that drew him in first.
You found his persistent advances rather bothersome, and his behavior grated on your nerves. His arrogance and ego only fueled your resistance, and you made it clear that you were not interested in his advances.
However, Gojo, being the determined and stubborn man he was, saw your rejection as a challenge rather than a deterrent. He couldn't resist the opportunity to win you over, intrigued by your unwavering will to reject him.
But with due time, you began to peel back the layers of his silly and arrogant exterior, you discovered his kindness, loyalty, and unwavering support for those he cared about. Slowly, his persistence transformed into genuine affection, and he became a person you could rely on.
One day, after a particularly challenging day at work, you found yourself seeking comfort in a quiet corner of the office. Unexpectedly, Satoru appeared by your side, offering a cup of coffee and a sympathetic ear. Despite his bad habit of always talking about himself, he listened attentively as you poured out your frustrations. It was in that moment that you realized how much he had grown on you, how much you valued his presence in your life.
It was almost like he knew exactly the moment that you fell for him, the grin on his face as your face slowly changed colors. Satoru's relentless pursuit had paid off, and with a couple of dates, you both discovered a connection that surpassed superficial attraction.
The relationship had its ups and down. It was hard dating the most eligible bachelor in Japan. It was a mental strain that heavily impacted your mental health. So many pretty girls would approach him, interrupting dates and coddling him. Not to mention old flings trying to get back with him. Sure Satoru would send them off, but his charm would only leave the ladies wanting more.
Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t compare to how beautiful the girls were. All of them make up for things you were lacking. Feelings of insecurity and comparison crept into your mind, causing moments of doubt and vulnerability. You couldn't help but wonder if you were enough for Satoru, given the beauty and allure of the women who pursued him.
Satoru remained steadfast and unwavering in his love for you, he constantly reminded you of his promising favor for you and only you, but it couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your mind. At first Satoru was nice about it, he understood, and was patient, but with your stubbornness to believe nobody could replace you, he eventually got fed up.
He was angry, storming out of your house with no words. Your stomach had churned with insecurity. Your heart sank with the fear of having jeopardized your relationship. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and your mind was consumed with regret and self-doubt.
Tears streamed down your face as you brought your knees closer to your body, unable to contain your emotions any longer. Your sobs echoed through the empty house, a painful reminder of the fragile state of your heart.
But just when you thought all hope was lost, the front door swung open, and there stood Satoru. He approached you slowly, his eyes locked with yours, and without uttering a single word, he knelt down on one knee.
In his hand was a sparkling ring, a symbol of his love and commitment. The sight took your breath away, a small feeling of silliness washing away the sorrow pit in your stomach.
He spoke with a firm voice, pouring his heart out to you. He expressed how much you meant to him, how you had touched his life in ways no one else had. Declaring his unwavering love for you and his desire to spend the rest of his life by your side.
Tears had soon dried up on your cheeks, you couldn't find the words to respond. Overwhelmed with happiness, you simply nodded, tears streaming down your face as a resounding "Yes" escaped your lips.
Satoru slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a future together and in that instant, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you just vanished.
The day of your wedding soon arrived, and as you stood in front of the mirror, your breath caught in your throat. The sight that greeted you took your own breath away. Adorned in a white wedding gown, its intricate lace and flowing silhouette accentuated your every curve, making you feel like a vision of ethereal beauty.
The years since your high school prom had been filled with everyday moments and casual attire, leaving little opportunity to truly dress up. But now, in this momentous occasion, you were reminded of just how radiant and enchanting you could be.
Today you’d marry the man of your dreams. Waiting by the door was your father, his nose was red, having already started crying before even seeing you in the dress.
You walked towards him, the delicate lace of your gown brushing against the floor with every step. As you approached, your father's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to hold yours.
His voice cracked as he whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, my dear. Today, you become a bride, but you will forever be my little girl."
“Thank you daddy,” you smiled.
With your father by your side, you made your way towards the ceremony, anticipation building in every beat of your heart. With a deep breath, the doors swung open, revealing the elegantly decorated venue. Friends and family everywhere.
The room was adorned with flowers, casting a soft, romantic ambiance. The guests turned their heads, their eyes filling with awe as they caught sight of you, a vision in white, walking down the aisle.
But you weren’t focused on the gawking stares, eyes on your soon to be husband standing at the altar with his hands in his pockets. Even at such an important event, Satoru would always be Satoru.
You reached the altar, your father giving your hand a gentle squeeze before placing it in Satoru's. As you exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other for a lifetime, the room filled with a palpable sense of unity.
You spoke your rows with a rhythm, each word from memory as you had written the rows down a long time ago. When it came to Satoru’s turn, you noticed how his eyes would continuously peek down at his hand. With a small glimpse, you can see the small smudges of ink on his finger.
You resist the urge to laugh, rolling your eyes at the man. As the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, a surge of pure joy rushed through your veins. The room erupted in applause and cheers, a symphony of happiness celebrating your union.
As you and Satoru sealed your vows with a tender kiss, the world faded away, leaving only the blissful realization that you were now married. Hand in hand, you walked back down the aisle, the sounds of jubilation following your every step.
You smile at the picture frame in your hand. A picture of your hand Satoru holding hands at the altar. It had been years since that happy moment, and you were now living in your new suburban home right in the best neighborhood in Japan.
“What are you looking at hun?”
You place the picture frame back in place as Satoru walks over, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You turn to face Satoru, a warm smile playing on your lips as you lean into his affectionate kiss. His presence always brings a sense of comfort and happiness to your life, even in the simplest of moments.
"I was just looking at this picture of us from our wedding day," you reply, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It's incredible how time flies. We've come so far since then, haven't we?"
“We definitely have.” Satoru wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But you are still as beautiful as the day I saw you walk down the aisle.”
“And you are just as corny as the day I first met you.”
As you both stand in the cozy living room of your home, a sense of contentment washes over you. The walls are adorned with photographs, capturing cherished memories of vacations, family gatherings, and the milestones you've shared as a couple.
Satoru clears his throat, pulling away from you and walking over to the record player you had been gifted a couple years ago. He puts on a new record and in a few seconds a soft song begins to play.
“What are you up to?” You arch a brow at him. A mischievous smile dances across Satoru's lips as he adjusts the dimmers, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere in the room. The soft glow of the lights casts a warm aura, enveloping both of you in its gentle embrace.
“This corny husband wants to dance with his beautiful wife,” Satoru says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Do you remember our first dance at our wedding?"
A wave of nostalgia washes over you and the melody of the song suddenly becomes familiar as you recall the enchanting dance that marked the beginning of your journey as husband and wife.
As the music fills the room, a melodic tune that holds a special place in your heart, Satoru extends his hand towards you. "May I have this dance, my love?"
You accept his outstretched hand with a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Of course, but I hope you remember that I have two left feet."
Satoru chuckles, pulling you into his arms with practiced ease. "No worries. You can just step on my feet like last time."
The two of you sway gently to the rhythm of the song, losing yourselves in the moment. As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, his heartbeat becomes the rhythm that guides your dance. It feels as if time slows down, and the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this precious moment.
His touch is gentle yet firm, his movements perfectly synchronized with yours. The dance becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about your love and commitment. As you move in harmony, a smile graces your lips, and you whisper words of endearment to one another.
But the soft moment is interrupted by the gentle cries of a child in the other room. You both stop dancing, sharing a look before you walk over to the nursery. “Looks like someone doesn’t like being left out.”
You picked up your daughter, the baby’s beautiful eyes welled with tears. You smile as you pick her up, pressing her to your chest to rock her to a soothed state. As you return to the living room, Satoru remains where you left him, his arms open to hold you and his daughter.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to dance with both my favorite ladies.”
You approach him, handing him his daughter who he cradles in his arm with ease, as he pulls you into a warm and comforting hug. Together, the three of you create a new dance, swaying gently to the rhythm alongside your daughter's sleepy breaths. The world outside may be filled with chaos and responsibilities, but in this moment, you find solace in the warmth in the family you had created.
As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, you feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that reassures you of the love and stability you've built together. You exchange soft whispers of affection, showering your daughter with loving words that soothe her delicate soul.
With each gentle sway, you realize that this dance is just as magical as the first dance at your wedding. It's a dance of parenthood, a dance that you’d grow to remember as you got older with your husband.
Ok, so my request is about Adult!Husband!Prohero Midoriya Izuku x Wife!Kind! Female Reader. They have a daughter who is a baby and Reader is taking care of Izuku after his work with a nice dinner, a bath and a massage and Reader is wearing some lingerie so things get a little hot in there
Sure! I hope you enjoy, I put my soul into this smut lol. Also congratulations on being my first request! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)
Word count: 3482
Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Rating: smut, breeding kink, very very mature. NSFW
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“A baba.” You look down at your toddler, she’s got her hands stretched out as she repeats the same words over and over. “A baba, a baba.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll get your baba in a second.” You smile warmly at your daughter before you scan the room for her beloved stuffed rabbit, Baba. It had become her constant companion, providing comfort and security in moments of both joy and distress
As you search through the scattered toys and blankets, you can’t help but remember the day your husband had brought that rabbit home. You had told him not to buy your daughter anymore toys since he spoiled her enough, but his argument was that your daughter's eyes had lit up with excitement when she clutched the fluffy rabbit tightly and they formed an instant bond. So he couldn’t just not buy it.
Finally, you spot Baba peeking out from beneath a pile of colorful blocks. With a sense of relief, you pick up the rabbit and hand it to your daughter, who eagerly takes it into her arms, hugging it tightly.
"A baba," she repeats, her smile widening.
You watch as she runs off, holding Baba close, her tiny legs wobbling with determination. You smile, she definitely gets that from her father. You return to the kitchen to continue cooking, it was the late afternoon and you figured you treat your husband to a surprise tonight.
His mother would be picking up your daughter anytime soon, so it gave you and him the house to yourselves.
As you prepare the ingredients for the special meal, the aroma of spices fills the air, adding to the anticipation of the evening. You can’t help but think about the journey that brought you and your husband here.
It had been a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a deep connection. From the moment you met, you knew you had found your soulmate. And together you built a life based on trust and love.
As the sound of the doorbell resonates through the house, you quickly wipe your hands on a kitchen towel and rush to greet your mother-in-law. Inko exchanges warm smiles with you, knowing the evening would be a special surprise for her son.
“You take care now,” she says, she wasn’t as young as she used to be. “Tell Izuku that I said hi.”
“I will mom!” You say, watching her lead your daughter to her car. With her happily settled with her grandmother, you and Izuku would finally have a quiet moment to reconnect. He’s been working heavy overtime lately, and you wanted to give him a chance to relax. You missed him.
As you check the clock, you realize that time is slipping away, and you want everything to be perfect for Izuku's arrival. You move with focused determination, ensuring that every detail of the meal is in place. The tantalizing aroma of his favorite dishes fills the kitchen, adding to the anticipation that fills the air.
Once everything is set up to your satisfaction, you quickly throw your apron off, tossing it into the laundry room.
The door opens, and you hear the familiar sound of Izuku's footsteps as he enters the house. You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you wait for him to finish taking off his boots and enter the room. The moment you've been waiting for has arrived.
With a warm smile, Izuku steps into the kitchen and his eyes widen at the sight before him. The table is beautifully set, the soft glow of candles casting a warm and intimate ambiance. He’s still got his uniform on, halfway unzipped showing off some of his biceps.
"Welcome home, Izuku," you softly. "I wanted to surprise you and create a special evening, just for us."
He looks at you, his tiredness fading as he takes in the effort you've put into making this moment memorable. You could still see the exhaustion of his workday in his face, but it was fine, tonight was about him anyway.
"Wow, I can't believe you did all this," he says, “just for me?”
You walk over, smoothing your hands on his shoulders, "yes, just for you," you reply. Voice filled with warmth and affection. "You've been working so hard lately, I wanted to take care of you."
You could tell how fatigued he was by the way his body melted from the small amounts of pressure you put on his skin."I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me," you continue, moving to stand in front of him, you cup his cheeks. "You're my hero, not just in the world of heroes, but in our everyday life as well."
A smile tugs at the corners of Izuku's lips, and he leans down to kiss you. Before his lips could reach yours, you place a finger at his lips, smirking. “Oh wait a second, you’re gonna have to wait for that.”
As his lips move to protest, you start to push his body towards the stairs, he’s quite heavy so most of the movement you’re able to get out of him is really him willingly letting you push him around.
“You need a bath mister.”
Izuku chuckles but he goes along with it, allowing himself to be gently guided toward the stairs. You lead him upstairs, making your way to the bathroom. The room is already prepared, with soft lighting, scented candles, and a warm bath ready to soothe away the stresses of the day. It's a haven of tranquility, inviting him to unwind and rejuvenate.
As you help him undress, your touch lingers on every sensitive spot you know on his body. Most of them deep scars he earned from battles. Each swipe over his skin as you help him remove his gear, conveying tenderness and desire.
“Enjoy your bath sweetie,” you say with a warm smile, ready to turn around and leave so your husband can enjoy his warm soak. But he grabs your arm.
His grip on your arm is gentle yet firm, preventing you from turning away. You meet his gaze, surprised by the intensity in his eyes.
"I don't want to be alone," Izuku says softly, his voice filled with longing.
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and a surge of warmth courses through your veins. You knew if you had gotten into that tub with him, you’d probably lose control of the course of the entire night, but you couldn’t say no to that face.
Without a word, you step closer to him, your eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. The desire between you intensifies, and it was his turn to undress you. He sides off your loose blouse and tosses it over with his suit, before your pants go with them. Now you were both naked.
With a tender touch, Izuku guides you into the bathtub, his arms wrapping around you protectively as the warm water embraces both of you. The steam rises, creating an ethereal atmosphere as you find yourselves immersed in an intimate sanctuary.
The water remained at a perfect temperature, you keep note in your mind that you should probably thank Izuku for having the bathroom warmers installed. Though you had called them useless at first, they came quite in handy.
“How do you feel baby?” You were laid on top of Izuku's chest, some of the bubbled water hitting your face everytime he moved slightly.
“Perfect.” He mumbles, the warm water like a blanket lulling him to sleep. “I love you so much.” You feel his arms tighten around you, creating a sense of safety and comfort.
But the cuteness of the moment is held at a pause as your husband cups your ass, giving it a soft squeeze. You almost squeak at the sudden surprise, and only lift your head to stare him in the eyes.
He’s got an innocent grin on his face, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You chuckle at the unexpected playfulness, appreciating the way he can effortlessly bring joy and laughter into even the most intimate moments.
Izuku's hands gently roam, his touch both tender and tantalizing. The warmth of the water and the closeness between you intensify the sensations, creating a delightful mix of pleasure and connection.
“Mm Izuku, too fast,” you mumble. “Tonight is about you.”
“And I wanna touch you,” he says softly. “I wanna take care of my wife.”
"You're incorrigible," you say, shaking your head, your smile widening. "Just enjoy the bath baby, let me take care of you."
He doesn’t respond with anything, put a small pout, and you lay abc onto his chest listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. The bath continues in serene silence, the atmosphere filled with unspoken words and the bond you share. You cherish these quiet moments, where you can simply be present with each other, without the need for words or actions.
By the time your fingers begin to wrinkle, you know it’s time to leave the comforting embrace of the bathtub. With care, you help Izuku stand and step out, wrapping him in a soft towel. The air feels cooler against your damp skin, but the warmth between you lingers, radiating from within.
You command him to go get dressed and meet you downstairs, despite his want to lay in bed with you in his arms. As Izuku heads off to get dressed, you take a moment to towel off and dig into the further cabinet by the sink, hidden inside was the key to making this a memorable night.
You loved the way it fit on you, the snugness of the black lingerie held up everything in a perfect way that made you look absolutely delectable. You slip a comfortable rope over it, the soft fabric hugs your skin, offering a gentle reminder of the intimacy you just shared. With a contented smile, you make your way downstairs, your anticipation building.
You exit the bathroom, Izuku is still dressing himself, so without bringing any attention to your figure, you quickly slip out of the room and head downstairs.
In the living room, you light a few more candles, creating a cozy and intimate ambiance. Soft music fills the air, setting the mood for the evening. The table is already set with your husband's favorite dishes, carefully prepared with love and attention to detail.
As Izuku enters the room, dressed in fresh clothes, he walks into the kitchen immediately taking a seat at the dining table, where his favorite dish sat in front of him. You walk over with two wine glasses, placing one by him and one by your plate. Though Izuku was much for wine, he didn’t mind it for today.
Taking your seat next to him, you raise your glass in a toast. "To us," you say. Izuku reciprocates the gesture, clinking his glass against yours, and you take a moment to appreciate the love and connection you share.
As you both dig into the delicious meal, the flavors dance on your taste buds, creating a symphony of delight. The conversation flows effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared memories, and plans for the future. Each bite is savored, a celebration of your love and the effort you put into creating this special evening.
The soft music playing in the background adds a touch of romance to the atmosphere, creating a backdrop for your intimate conversations. The flickering candlelight casts a warm and gentle glow, enhancing the sense of closeness between you.
Between bites and sips of wine, you steal glances at Izuku, admiring the way his eyes light up when he talks about his dreams and passions. You listen attentively, cherishing the moments of vulnerability and openness that deepen your connection.
As the night progresses, the plates are cleared away, and dessert is brought out. You share bites of sweetness, feeding each other with affectionate smiles. The conversation becomes softer, more intimate, as you reflect on the journey that brought you here, to this moment of love and togetherness.
With contented hearts and satisfied appetites, you both lean back in your chairs, basking in the afterglow of the evening. The flickering candle flames and the gentle music continue to fill the room, creating an ambiance of peace and serenity.
As the night draws to a close, you rise from the table, a small tug at your robe. As it falls to the floor, revealing the black lingerie you had hidden beneath, Izuku's eyes widen in surprise. His gaze locks with yours, his breath catching in his throat. The atmosphere in the room shifts, charged with anticipation.
A slow smile spreads across your face as you take a step closer to him, your movements infused with confidence and a touch of playfulness. The flickering candlelight casts sensual shadows on your bare skin, accentuating your curves and creating an alluring silhouette.
Izuku's gaze traces every inch of your exposed body, his desire evident in the way his eyes darken with longing. He stands up, unable to tear his eyes away from you, and takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.
“You look..beautiful.” He says. “I’m gonna tear that thing off of you if you make me wait any longer.”
You let out a soft chuckle, you guide Izuku backward, leading him toward the couch. The anticipation builds with each step, your bodies drawn together by a magnetic force. As you reach the plush cushions of the couch, your hands reach out to gently caress his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
"As much as I can't resist you," you whisper, your voice laced with desire. "Tonight is about you, my love."
You push him down onto the couch, fall with him and straddling his chest. Izuku's breath hitches, his eyes filled with passion and reverence. He nods, understanding the unspoken agreement between you. Tonight, you are determined to focus solely on his pleasure.
With a slow, tantalizing pace, you begin to undress him, letting your fingers trail along his body, igniting sparks of desire. Each article of clothing falls to the floor, revealing the sculpted contours of his physique.
As he sits bare underneath you, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of his form. His muscles ripple with strength and his scars tell stories of his heroic journey. Your hands continue their exploration, tracing a path of pleasure over his skin. Each touch is deliberate, seeking to elicit sighs and shivers of delight from him.
With your eyes locked in a passionate gaze, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, your hands still caressing his thighs. Your lips brush against his skin, leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way higher. The anticipation builds, the air thick with desire.
As you reach his dick, your touch becomes more purposeful, and you stare at him as you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft. He groans, leaning his head back but not daring to take his eyes off you.
With a small smirk, you lower your lips down to his cock. Your mouth finding a rhythm to bring him pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of his gasps and moans, the symphony of his pleasure guiding your every movement.
Time seems to lose meaning as you immerse yourself in the act of giving him pleasure. The only thing that matters in this moment is Izuku's satisfaction, his every need and desire met with devotion and skill.
Your tongue feels everything, every vein popping out of his cock, every shiver and every groan. You relished in the vibrations his moans would bring to your mouth, each of them bringing a warm spoke of desire to your cunt.
As the waves of pleasure crash over him, his hand finds the back of your hand, keeping your lips wrapped around him as he finds release, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax.
His cum is so smooth it slides down your throat with ease. You gasp for air once you’re finally freed and smile at your husband. You rise to your feet, your eyes meeting his, both of you breathless and satisfied.
Despite the heavy release, his cock is still hard, typical of your husband. With all his energy, he could cum down your throat 5 times and still be able to take more. His hands cup your hips as you straddle him once again.
“You already worked so hard baby, let me take care of you now,” he says, still catching his breath. You grind down a little, hips moving in a hypnotizing way. Izuku seems to lose his words, at the way the soaked panties felt on his bare cock.
“Oh my god you’re wet,” his head fell back, leaning against the back of the wall.
You giggle at his reaction, gripping his shoulders tightly as you focused on the pleasure just grinding on him was giving you. A small moan emits from your lips as the pleasure starts to build up, but before you could top it off, Izuku stills you.
Izuku's grip on your hips tightens, his touch commanding your attention. You let out a disappointed huff and meet his stern eye, the air heavy with anticipation.
“As beautiful as you look just getting off by grinding on me,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His hand reaches down there, fiddling with the soaked fabric to pull it to the side and create an opening for him to stick his cock through. “I need you. Right now.”
You nod, a smile playing on your lips. It was quite funny for him to be this needy, since it was usually the opposite on any other night. You shift slightly, settling down and allowing the cock to slide in between your folds. With another push, he’s entered inside you.
You both moan at the same time, your bodies remaining close, limbs entangled, as you indulge in the slow, deliberate movements that enhance the pleasure you share.
Izuku's hands roam your body, tracing every curve, every contour, as if committing them to memory. His touch is gentle and deliberate, igniting sparks of pleasure that reverberate through your entire being. With each caress, he explores your desires, taking the time to understand and respond to the subtle cues of your body.
“Fuck baby,” he says. “Gonna put another baby in you.”
Your movements become a dance of passion and connection, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by your shared desires. His hands are glued to your ass, spreading your cheeks every time you push down on his cock.
He groans, panting heavily as your velvety walls spasm around his dick, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand holding your back as he easily picks you up and drops you onto the couch. He hits new lengths at this intimate angle, starting up a punishing rhythm.
With every thrust he pulls you back into home with a bruising grip. He brings a hand up and presses it to your sensitive clit, moaning loudly as you tightened up. He relishes in the feeling, and begins to swirl the nub with his fingers.
You mewl at the feel, moans now almost broken as you cry out in oversitulation. He watches as your body quivers, loving the erotic sight of you being stretched around him. He loved how your nails dug into his back, sometimes pressing into his more sensitive scars, it ignited a fire within that couldn’t be put out.
Your voice eventually gives out from all the screaming, and you're only able to whimper as your orgasm slammed into you. Izuku fingers are now coated with your juices as they seem to splatter everywhere with everyone of his thrusts.
He continued to fuck you through it though, almost losing his mind from the wet sounds of each splatter. As his own climax was approaching he let the music of your sobs carry him through his release. You were too warm to pull out of, so he buried himself inside of your pulsing hole, and flooded you with his thick cum.
He doesn’t pull out yet, barely holding himself above you as he catches his breath. Your body jolts with spikes of pleasure as each rope of cum spurts out of him. He chuckles at your form, comparing how confident you had looked earlier to how fucked you looked now.
He leans down and licks off the little drool stuck on your lip before finally pulling out. He goes slow so he doesn’t break you, but the movement makes you moan loudly anyway. He strokes out the last bit of cum he’s got onto your stomach.
With a smirk, he admires his work proudly. “That should be enough to get you pregnant again.”
It takes a lot of courage to stand on a stage in front of a vast crowd. All the attention is on you, the spotlight is on you, everyone’s eyes are on you. It was enough pressure to make you throw up, but it was the only place that you really felt comfortable.
Behind you is the band, the music behind your voice. They waited, ready for you to signal them to start. You exhaled through your nose, placing your hands on the microphone which was held up by a stand.
The crowd turned silent, sounds of coughing and throats clearing echoed in the stadium, reminding you they were waiting, waiting for you, they were all here just for you. He was here, he was here just for you.
You were nervous, feeling your heartbeat through your ears as you slowly raised your hand, the band members shuffled a bit, getting into position before finally you signaled. The piano is so loud, and you want to run back into the darkness. But that wasn’t an option, not if you wanted him to come back.
You swallow your saliva to try and ease the dryness in your throat, giving one last breath before your lips parted.
I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care
Injure Picture @injurepictureoffical
Y/n L/n performs the hit song ‘Love Like Yours’ live at [------]. Check out our website for more information on Y/n’s upcoming shows. http://bit.ly/86ghdy
Rand0m Ch1ld @thechildernarenotwell
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OMGWJIDK I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED IT.
メアリー♡!!。@zannyi
Seeing Y/n up close was like going to heaven and meeting an angel, she is so sweet!
Luna @lunabottcher89
My wedding song was ‘Love Like Yours’, singing it to my baby daughter every day.
Anonymous @youdontknowme
Y/n is the human cupid, her songs make everyone fall in love!
Yasmin @battzluv455
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All her songs are about her boyfriend, they’ve been dating since highschool. True fans know that.
Sam @eazydub23
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She has a boyfriend? Heart = broken !!
“Hey babe!” You click your phone off, shoving it into your pocket before walking over to your boyfriend and pressing your lips to his cheek. “I got your text, why the sudden meetup?”
“Hey bunny,” Josh smiles as he speaks, his charming grin makes your heart skip a beat. He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers before leading you down the street, “I just wanted to take my girlfriend out.”
It was the moments like these where you enjoyed life the most. When you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, but you can’t stop because the person you're with just makes you so happy that you have to smile.
“How was the performance yesterday?” Josh brings you to a cafe, sitting across from you, “sorry I couldn’t make it, you know I would have loved to be there.”
“It’s okay! We can always just listen to it together, just you and me.” You stirred your recently ordered coffee, pouring in the tiny little cups of cream. “It’s about when you asked me to be your girlfriend.”
Josh lets out a hearty laugh, “wow… that was so long ago, you remember?”
“Well, it was one of the best days of my life!” You laugh alongside him, “and…I wrote the song based on how I was feeling.”
He nods, clicking his tongue as he watches you take a sip of your coffee. You give him a curious glance, “are you not going to get anything babe?”
“Listen bunny…” Josh exhales through his nose, before placing his arms on the table, “I…I need some more money.”
“What happened to the money I gave you two weeks ago?” You place your mug down, “Josh that was well over five thousand dollars, how did you spend it all in such a short period of time?”
You can hear his foot tapping against the floor under the table, “I’m saving up for something big.”
Well just tell me what it is, I’ll give you the exact amount you need.”
“That’s the problem bunny,” his hand slides over to yours, his index finger rubbing up and down on your finger. “It’s a surprise…I can’t tell you.”
You stare at him blankly, biting back a goofy smile, picking up your phone. “How much do you need?
“Yes! Thank you buns!” Josh squeezes your hand, telling you the amount he needed. You grin at his elated face, sending him the money before putting your phone away.
“Thank you bunny, you are literally the best,” he presses his lips to your knuckles before releasing your hand to check his phone. “Shoot.”
Your smile falters, “what’s wrong?”
“I gotta go, something just came up.” He waves over a waitress, “can I get two blueberry muffins in a to-go box?”
The woman nods before walking off, and Josh looks at you as he packs up his stuff. “You’ve got the bill, right bunny?”
You couldn’t even respond before Josh is walking away, grabbing his to-go container from the waitress walking up. You lean your chin against the palm of your hand, a loving sigh escaping your lips as a smile graces your features.
But it's so cold and I don't know where
“He’s going to propose!” You’re laid out on your bed, legs kicking out in excitement as you squealed into your pillow. “That’s why he has been needing so much money lately.”
After dating for about 10 years, you were finally going to marry the love of your life. Since high school this was all you could ever dream about, wearing a huge wedding dress, planning the reception, walking down the aisle.
Your life was all about Josh, without him…you don’t know where you would have been. Your singing career would have never flourished, and you’d probably be working some office job.
All your songs were written based on your sentiments with Josh, happy moments where your heart could just burst out of your chest. It was your brand, songs that made people remember their times with loved ones, the public adored it.
Reaching over to your bedside table, you grab a spiral purple notebook before flipping to a new page. So many lyrics were forming in your head, as you hummed along to them to try and find a rhythm.
There’s a knock at your door, before you hear it creak open. “How's my favorite client?”
“Hey Dave!” You look over your shoulder, grinning at your manager. “I’m doing just fine!”
“This is a gift from the studio.” He has a huge gift basket in his hand, walking over to your wardrobe and placing it down. “Someone seems a little excited, heard something I didn’t?”
“No,” you giggle. “I’m just in a good mood.”
“Well at least your writing!” Dave’s eyes land onto your notebook, a grin coming across his face. “I assume we’ll have a new hit album coming out soon.”
“I dunno, I kinda want to keep this one to myself, it’s personal,” you turn back to your notebook.
You had Dave to thank for all the fame you had to this day. He listed you to your first couple of gigs and advertised the hell out of you. Without Dave, you’d probably still be singing at local bars trying to get some higher up managers to notice you.
“Well, I’m sure you'll change your mind.” Dave’s grin falters a bit. “I’ll leave you to it now, don’t want to interrupt the process.”
But like all managers, Dave had his flaws. He was a little too pushy on making romance songs and only romance, he didn’t allow for you to write about anything else but your love life. Which wasn’t a dilemma, since that’s all you wanted to write about anyway.
I brought you daffodils on a pretty string
“How do I look mom?” You twirled in your shiny silver dress, a deep shade of red grazed over your lips along with some eyeshadow to complete the look.
“Wonderful darling,” your mother’s face was close up in the camera on the facetime call. “Are you sure he’s going to propose?”
“I’m 99% sure, otherwise I got my hair and nails done for nothing.” You pick up your phone, checking your messages to see if Josh had texted you.
“Where’d you go?” You can hear your mom tapping on her phone, “why does my screen say paused, did you pause me Y/n?”
“I’m just checking to see if Josh is ready, I have to go pick him up.”
“Didn’t he invite you to dinner?” You click back onto the facetime, and your mother gives you a look. “And you're picking him up? Doesn’t that boy know how to drive?”
“His car broke down, and it’s no big deal mom.” You look at the notification you got from Josh, “I’ve gotta go, I’ll call you after dinner.”
“Okay honey, love you bye!”
But they won't flower like they did last spring
“You look amazing bunny.”
The restaurant Josh brought you to was exquisite, and very expensive. There was no possible chance you were walking out of here without a ring.
“Thank you..” You tuck a strand behind your ear, “I wanted to look my best for you.”
“Good evening sir and ma’am, can I get you started with any drinks?” The waitress walks over, holding her leathered notepad as Josh orders some champagne.
She nods her head before turning towards you. “Just water please, with lemon.”
“Water? Come on buns, loosen up a little.”
“You know I can’t do that Josh,” you told him, shaking your head with disapproval. “Dave would have a heart attack if he saw me drunk on the news.”
His hand comes over yours, persistent, “come on, you know I wouldn’t let that happen. I’ll take care of you.”
You feel your face get hot as your left leg starts to bounce up and down with excitement. “Yeah, I know you’ll take care of me…you always have.”
Two flutes of champagne are sat on the table along with your glass of water with a wedge of lemon lucked against the glass. “To us?” Josh holds out his glass, and reluctantly you grab yours watching some of the bubbles float to the top before clicking your flute with his.
“To us.”
And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
The night continued to go on, Josh going on about how busy he’s been with work which had been making him unavailable to come see you as often as he wanted to.
All this conversation, but you still didn’t have a ring. What was he waiting for?
The food arrived and you almost needed another table to fit everything that Josh had ordered. You finished your salad quickly as your boyfriend continued to chow down on his expensive steak.
You rest your temple on your hand, staring down at your plate with boredom. The thrill of anticipation is long gone by now.
“Bunny?”
You look up, snapped out of your trance by Josh. He wipes his face with a white cloth, before clearing his throat. Suddenly that spark of hope is relit within your gut.
“You’ve got the bill right?”
Your eye twitches a little but you force yourself to smile. “Of course babe.”
He grins before getting back to itching, using his fork to shove some potato in his mouth, “thanks buns, y’know this whole date thing is kinda romantic, you should write a song about it. Could make some good money-”
“Josh.”
“Yeah?” He continues to chew his food. “Something wrong?”
“Are you gonna propose to me tonight?”
He stiffens, grabbing his glass and drinking the rest of his champagne. “Uh…no, what gave you that idea?”
“Are you ever gonna propose to me Josh?” You feel tears threatening to spill out your eyes, but you bite your lips in hope they’ll hold off for a while. “You’ve been asking for a lot of money lately and I-.”
You stop talking at the sound of chucking, your throat running dry. Josh hoots with laughter across from you, holding his stomach as all the attention in the restaurant is brought to your table.
“You thought- I was gonna marry you?” He says between his laughs, wiping a tear from his eyes. You couldn’t find the funny in this situation, feeling embarrassed, like a child who had been called out for having an accident in front of the class.
“That’s a good one, bunny!” His laughter calms down a bit, and he looks at your pained face “wait…you're serious?”
“Yes! We’ve been together for what? Ten years, what are you waiting for?!” Your voice sounded desperate, feeling helpless to the situation at hand. Josh snorts, bringing his hand up to his face.
You couldn’t take it anymore, standing up and leaving without looking back, Josh continued to laugh at your retreating form, trying to catch his breath so he could speak.
“Wait- buns-- where are you going? You gotta pay the check!”
As you walk away from the table, the weight of disappointment and humiliation settles heavily on your shoulders. The sound of Josh's laughter echoes in your ears, intensifying the pain. You fight back tears, determined to maintain some dignity in this situation.
I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
Celebrity News @celebnews
Footage of famous singer Y/n having an argument with her boyfriend Josh Solace at 5-Star restaurant ‘Catch 35’. http://you.tbe/wgsj76
Akrio @kiroarts
replying to @celebnews
WTFFF - are they still together ?!?!
Miss Vidzy @casanova
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OH MY GOD, look at Y/n she crying! Poor baby!
C0rnzy @real_name_hidden
Looks like Y/n just got a wake up call. #NoMoreLoveSongs
But all my tears have been used up
Celebrity News @celebnews
Josh Solace, popular singer Y/n’s boyfriend, sighted several times with Bethany Winterburg. Is this the start of an open relationship? Or a devastating breakup?
Kaden @anonymouse
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What the hell! Didn’t they just have an argument yesterday?!
User @usernamenotfound
He hurt my Y/n. He’ll die.
You clicked your phone off, placing it faced down on your sheets. A groan escapes your lips as you turn to flip over, struggling as yesterday’s dress restricted your movement.
The room was dark, curtains shutting out the sunlight attempting to spill in. One day, it had been a day since your fight with Josh and he already had found a new girl.
You had scrolled through the internet all night, finding more and more photos of him and Bethany. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out Josh’s relationship with Bethany wasn’t new, it was something he had been doing behind your back.
It felt like your whole life was a lie, all you had ever done was love Josh, and you believed wholeheartedly that he loved you too. A tear descends down your cheek, the moisture mixing up with your makeup, burning your eye.
More tears begin to fall down your face as you begin to pathetically sob. Clasping your hands to cover your eyes as your lip drawback as you cry.
“Fuck!” You shout into the nothingness, falling deeper and deeper into despair. “Fuck! Fuck!”
Your hands smooth into your hair, grabbing at your strands as you start to pull. You whine out of agony, frustration evident in your voice. “God fucking damnit!”
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
FSNEW @famoussingersnewsoffical
It’s been a week since the break up with Y/n L/n and Josh Solace, and while Josh is getting busy with his new lover Bethany Winterberg, we have no updates on Y/n. It seems the singer might be going dark, as all her social media are inactive and concerts have been canceled. Is this the fall of our greatest star?
Courtney <3 @thegoat56
replying to @famoussingersnewsoffical
I ordered my tickets 6 months ago and now they’ve been canceled. Disappointed !!
Aurelius @justartie
replying to @thegoat56
I blame Josh! How dare he cheat on Y/n with that blondie. I bet she has no talent whatsoever. #JusticeforY/n
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
“Y/n!”
A couple knocks could be heard at your front door, before a jingle of keys clashing together. Soon the front door opens, and your name is called once again. “Y/n!”
Footsteps walk down the hallway before a soft knocking is heard at your bedroom door. Dave creaks the door open, peeping his head in before he opens the door fully.
You sat at a chair placed at the window of your balcony, staring out into the city. Beside the leg of the table were some empty bottles of liquor.
“Ay Y/n,” Dave sighs into his hand.
You look over your shoulder, taking a swig of your drink. “Go away Dave.”
“Y/n, the people are worried about you, and what’s this about canceling concerts, you never ran that by me-”
“It’s me on that stage right?” You take another sip, “if I cancel, I cancel, so fucking what.”
“When you cancel, I lose money.” He protested, walking over to take the liquor from your hands “look, I have you for a concert downtown tonight, if you could just sober up.”
“Leave me alone!” You shove him away, standing up as you finish the last of the liquid. “I don’t wanna fucking sing, how the hell…am I supposed to sing a song about that…cheating bastard.”
“Because that’s your brand Y/n, that is your career-”
“Then fuck this job.”
Dave stops himself from fighting with you further, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He rubs the middle of his eyebrows before sighing, “look, just hang tight. I’ll handle this.”
He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. You sit back in your chair, leaning your head against the glass window before mumbling.
“I need another drink.”
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up, up
Lorna Newell @lornanothere
[http//jnn.nws/ahsu6ja] JNN Article - A 26 year-old female was found dead, police say she was stabbed in an alleyway, probably taken by surprise. The victim’s name, Bethany Winterburg. Read more…
ElliottTheIdiott @intellengencenotfound454
replying to @lornanothere
I’m just gonna say it, it’s what she deserves.
Izzy @lillesaremyfavorite876
replying to @intellengencenotfound454
You seriously think someone has to die just cause they happened to have an affair with a celebrity's boyfriend? That poor girl’s family.
*{P.A.N.D.A}* @hamburger8756
replying to @lornanothere
I heard Deku is going to be helping the police with the investigation !!
Mitsu [commissions open ] @artbymitsu
replying to @hamburger8756
Oh great, here come the hero stans….
And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight
“Good evening Ms. L/n”
You only give the door-man a simple nod, entering the lobby of your penthouse. A sweet scent of vanilla entering your nostrils and the soft melody of a piano entered your ears.
A brown paper bag was in your arms, small clinks could be heard as you neared the elevator. You clicked the button, waiting a moment for the elevator to reach the bottom before you entered through the sliding doors.
In the back of the elevator was a mirror, showing you a reflection of yourself. Damn…you’ve really changed. Your hair was neglected, stringy and oily, and your face was still recovering from all the crying.
You tear your eyes away from the mirror pressing your floor on the elevator before pulling out your phone.
“Beathany is dead?” You mutter under your breath, clicking onto the article to read it through. The elevator doors open, and you continue to look at your phone as you unconsciously walk towards your home, apparently the girl was forced into an alleyway while walking home and was brutally murdered in the dark. “Yikes…”
You continue to scroll, looking at the comments, most were people giving their condolences or expressing their shock of the situation. Except…this one commenter, they kept replying the same thing over and over again.
‘Long live Y/n’
‘Long live Y/n’
You kept scrolling and scrolling, the same message from the same account over and over again.
A small tud makes you pause, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you look over your shoulder to see where the sound came from.
“Um…hello?” You meant to shout, but it was barely a whisper.
You stare down the hallway, clenching your jaw as you wait to see if anybody would come around the corner. A sudden flash behind you makes you snap your attention to the front door, the sound of a camera’s shutter being all too familiar.
The door slams shut before you could see who it was, sounds of heavy footsteps running behind the door could be heard. You let out a loud groan, placing your paper bags down by your doorstep before knocking on the door of Penthouse 817.
“Hey! The press isn't allowed up here! I will sue you so hard!”
The door clicks open from your harsh pounding, creaking open to show a very empty penthouse still undergoing construction. You click your tongue, pushing the door further open as you step inside.
“I really need you to delete that photo, look….you delete that photo and…I’ll have my manager Dave hook you up with free albums,” you creep inside the penthouse, the scent of freshly cut wood wafting in the air. “I’ll even sign each album for you.”
It was mainly dark inside the penthouse, only lights coming from the ones the construction people used. You turned a corner entering a very large living room which had a small luminate room in the back.
“Gotcha.” You mutter.
You walk over to the room, grabbing the door knob before you swing the door open expecting to find a young fan, but your face drops at what you're greeted with instead.
The walls were covered with photos, each of them had one focus, you.
But it wasn’t just any photo of you, all of them were taken either from your own home, when you were disguised and out with Josh, there were even some of you showering. There were desks and drawers, and a small computer system in the corner, the home screen a photo of you sleeping, aside it a basket of bloody tampons which you could only assume were yours.
You froze with shock, just standing still in the door frame as you read some words which were scribbled onto the only clear wall. ‘Long live Y/n’
But my hands been broken one too many times
“Y/n are you okay?”
You take a long sip of your drink, placing the glass down as you move to wave Dave off, the chubby man checking you over for any injuries, you push his hands away. “I’m fine Dave, just shocked.”
“Good,” he lets out a sigh, pulling out his phone and sending a few messages. “I’ll arrange a new house for you to stay in, you're in need of some new scenery.”
You stay silent, swigging your drink as you watch the police officers enter and exit the penthouse. One man exits the room, his outfit drawing your attention as it was not a police uniform, but a hero costume.
He was a fairly tall man, packed with lean muscles, and broad across the shoulders, the total opposite of your beer bellied manager. His green suit and hair gives away his identity easily, number one Pro Hero Deku.
You stare at him, watching him talk with some of the officers. He pauses for a second, turning his head slightly to meet eyes with you.
You blink as you dart your eyes away, David was right, you did need a new environment. You’d only moved into this penthouse to live closer to Josh, in hopes that he’d move in with you one day.
Memories of your old apartment came to mind, you never sold it because of the moments you had shared there. It was located in Musutafu, just a 30 minute trip from where you lived now.
“Dave.” You tap the man’s shoulder, distracting him from his phone call. “I'm gonna stay at my old place.”
“Hold on, I'll call you back,” Dave says into the phone before bringing his full attention to you. “Y/n, I can have a Dimond hotel ready in 5 minutes, it's an all inclusive spa and everything, it’ll help you feel better and maybe you’ll want to sing again.”
“I’m going to my old place,” you tell him again. “I’m going back to Musutafu.”
You walk off before he could say anything, entering your penthouse to pack a bag with everything you need. You open your wardrobe and begin to stuff the bag with random shirts and pants.
You drop the bag onto your bad, grabbing the 3 bottles from your brown paper bag and shoving them in the bag, leaving one out and opening it. The taste of the clear liquor is bitter, but it fills that bottomless feeling inside you.
You zip the bag up before walking out the room, heading down the steps back towards Dave. He’s on the phone once again, but when he sees you coming he quickly hangs up and rushes over to you.
“Y/n, please reconsider, just stay at the hotel for a couple of days, and get yourself right in the head. You’ve just been through something traumatic.”
“No, Dave.” You say again, taking another swig of your drink. “I’m going home.”
“You’re drunk,” he says again, moving in front of you so you couldn’t walk out. “You can’t drive to Musutafu in your condition.”
“I’ll drive her.”
You and Dave look over to the side, and your eyes meet with a young tall man. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” it was Deku, he gave an awkward smile as he walked in further. “But I live in Musutafu, and I wouldn’t mind taking her home.”
You look over at Dave, “and he’s a hero, no need to worry about my safety, problem solved.”
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude
It was a smooth ride in the car, Deku had the radio playing in the background. It was one of your songs, you could tell by the melody even though the volume was very low.
Your bags were sitting in the back seat, and you held a half-empty bottle in between your lap. Occasionally you take a swig as you stare at the passing by street lights.
“So…” Deku clears his throat, “are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”
“Yeah,” You watch his finger drum on the steering wheel, it’s obvious he has something he wants to say. “Just say what you wanna say already.”
“Sorry!” he stiffens, “but..I’m actually a really big fan.”
“Of course you are,” you groan, relaxing more into the car seat, “you want an autograph or something for taking me home?”
“Not at all!” He says all too quickly, “being able to take you home is more than enough for me.”
You can’t help but smirk, chuckling under your breath. Izuku looks over at you and smiles as well, still a little bit embarrassed. “You’re cute, you know that,” you say before taking another sip, “the number one hero of Japan, is a fan of mine, that’s cute.”
“Wha- I really am! I have all your albums!” He panics, opening up the middle compartment and grabbing a CD.
You stare with amusement before bursting out into laughter, “I didn’t even know they sold these!” He lowers his head, embarrassed and you continue to laugh. “It's okay Deku, it’s okay! I’m just surprised, you're way more famous than me.”
“I’m not that-”
“Shut up, number one.” You interrupt him, “you won thousands awards all over town, and I’ve only got like 2 to my name.”
“Only 2?” He says with his eyebrows raised. “You deserve so much more!”
“Oh stop!” You put your hand up, “my whole brand is love songs, other song artists deserve it way more.”
“No way.” He says firmly, “your songs are from the heart, they reach deep parts inside us, even though their love songs it's just nice to listen to your voice.”
Silence settles between you two, a comfortable silence. You hadn’t even noticed how wide you were grinning, in just 5 minutes Deku had made you forget all about your troubles, and made you laugh.
“Hey, you really do live up to the legend.” You fold your hands into your lap, “saving people with a smile, making them forget all their worries.”
“I could say you do the same thing too,” he doesn’t look over at you, eyes stay on the road. “Your songs helped me through alot.”
The lights passing by on the street reflect in his eyes, “it’s a shame all this happened to a good person like you, I’m really sorry you have to go through this.”
“It’s just like what everyone online is saying.” You sigh, taking another swig of your drink, “ I’m finally catching up to reality.”
Silence falls between you two again and you start to recognize some of the buildings around you. “Are you hungry?” Deku asks, “I know a great burger spot around here.”
“Mo’s?” You ask.
“Yeah…”
Words, they always win, but I know I’ll lose
A paper bag sits in between you and Deku. You sat outside of the car, sitting on his trunk while he leaned on the car. You take a bite of the burger, savoring the juicy flavors that burst in your mouth. The familiar taste brings you comfort, and you feel a sense of gratitude for the small joys in life. Deku watches you eat, a warm smile on his face.
"Good, huh?" he asks, and you nod, your mouth too full to respond. You both munch on your burgers in contented silence, enjoying the simple pleasure of good food and good company.
As you finish your meal, you lean back against the car, staring up at the night sky. The stars twinkle above, and a sense of calm washes over you. It's moments like these that remind you of the beauty and resilience of life.
Deku breaks the silence, his voice gentle. "You know, even though it feels like your world is crashing down right now, remember that you have people who care about you. Your fans, your friends, and even someone like me, who just met you tonight."
You turn your head to look at him, his earnest expression making your heart ache. "Thank you, Deku," you say softly. "I appreciate your kindness and support. It means a lot to me."
He blushes slightly, scratching the back of his head. "I'm just doing what I can. Sometimes, all we need is someone to lean on, even if it's just for a little while."
“So, what do you think is gonna happen with the investigation?”
“It’s gonna be really suffocating, unfortunately,” Deku sighs. “The chief thinks the stalker might have something to do with Betheny’s murder.”
You feel a shiver run down your spine at the mention of Betheny. You knew being in the spotlight came with risks, but you never knew someone would be killed over you.
Deku's expression mirrors your sadness and concern. He shares a warm smile once you finally meet his eye. “You’re not alone Y/n.”
"I'm scared, Deku," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Scared for my life, scared for the people around me. I never wanted any of this. I just wanted to share my music with the world." You mutter under your breath, “my love for Josh..”
“Hey.” Deku reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on yours. "I understand.” His touch brings you a sliver of comfort. “How about this, let’s hang out tomorrow, get your mind off of things?”
You look at Deku, appreciating his offer. The idea of taking a break from the chaos sounds appealing, a chance to find some solace and regain a sense of normalcy, even if just for a little while.
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "That sounds nice, Deku. I'd like that." You pause for a moment, contemplating the options. "What do you have in mind?"
He ponders for a moment, his brows furrowing as he thinks. "Well, how about we go to the park? It's a peaceful place, and we can take a walk, enjoy nature. Sometimes being surrounded by trees and fresh air can help clear the mind."
The thought of being in nature sounds appealing. It could be a temporary escape, a chance to focus on something other than the chaos that has consumed your life. "That sounds perfect," you reply.
Deku's smile widens, relieved that his suggestion resonated with you. "Great! We'll meet there tomorrow morning then. Take your time and rest tonight. We'll leave all the worries behind for a while."
“Sounds great.”
And I'd sing a song that'd be just ours
It had been a while since you actually went outside. It took you almost 30 minutes to decide on an outfit, and you were still unsure if you picked the right one. Choosing an outfit for your outing with Deku feels oddly important to you, as if it holds some significance beyond just a simple park visit.
But you were going to be late if you continued to switch outfits, so though you weren’t exactly satisfied you settled on some jeans and a blouse. It feels light and airy, perfect for a day at the park.
With a deep breath, you grab your bag and head out the door, ready to meet with Deku. It's a new day, a chance for a fresh start, and you're determined to make the most of it. The park wasn’t very far from your house, so you walked there, enjoying the sound of cars passing by.
You enter the park, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over you as you take in the lively atmosphere. The vibrant green of the grass, the colorful flowers in bloom, and the sound of laughter and conversations create an inviting ambiance.
As you stroll along the path, you observe the various scenes unfolding around you. Children running and playing, their infectious giggles filling the air. Couples sitting on benches, sharing tender moments and stealing affectionate glances. Dogs chasing after balls, their tails wagging with pure joy. The park seems to be a haven of happiness and connection, momentarily whisking away the weight of your worries.
Spotting a familiar figure in the distance, you make your way towards Deku. He's standing near a pond, watching as ducks glide across the water's surface. Like you, he was wearing sunglasses, but his green hair really gave off his identity. He turns around and catches sight of you, a bright smile spreading across his face.
"There you are!" Deku exclaims, his voice filled with delight. "You look amazing!"
You blush at his compliment, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest. "Thank you," you reply, returning the smile. "You don't look too bad yourself."
He chuckles and extends his arm towards the park. "Shall we walk and enjoy the beauty of this place together?"
“We shall.”
The gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and the sun casts a warm glow over everything, creating a serene atmosphere. As you walk, you engage in lighthearted conversation. Deku's presence brings a sense of comfort and ease, allowing you to momentarily forget the weight of your worries. He listens attentively to your words, his genuine interest shining through his expressive eyes. It felt nice to actually have someone pay attention to what you were saying.
“Y’know, my dream was never to become a singer,” you say as your and Deku’s laughter dies down from his previous joke. “I actually wanted to be a pro-hero.”
“What? Really?” Deku says, his eyes widening a little. “Well why didn’t you?”
As the sun begins its descent, casting a golden hue over the park, you find yourselves leaning on the fence over by the docks, the reflection of the sun shining over the river.
“My voice,” you say softly. “My parents had always said I was born to sing, and my quirk wasn’t really pro-hero worthy.”
Deku's brows furrow slightly, “well, what’s your quirk?”
You look over to him. Though your mouth is closed, your voice could still be heard next to him. “Oh you know, nothing really.”
He blinks a few times, trying to comprehend what happened. “Wait…are you talking with your mouth closed?”
“Yeah, that's my quirk.”
“Mhmm”
“Bingo!”
All the voices speak at the same time, but your mouth remains shut. Deku's eyes widen in astonishment, his gaze shifting between you and the voices that seem to emanate from nowhere. He takes a moment to process what he just witnessed before regaining his composure.
"That's incredible," he says, his voice filled with genuine fascination. "A quirk that allows you to speak without opening your mouth. That's definitely unique and could be quite useful in its own way."
You chuckle softly, appreciating his reaction. "Yeah, it has its advantages. I can communicate without making any sound, and it lets me sing my own backup vocals. But it's not exactly the type of quirk that would be useful in physical confrontations or saving people like a pro-hero would."
Deku nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see. But you've found your own way to touch people's lives and bring them joy through your music. And that's something to be proud of."
You stare at him for a bit, his words echoing through your mind before you turn your attention back to the glistening river. “Yeah…I guess you're right.” His words resonate with you, a gentle reminder of the impact you've had on others through your songs. But you weren’t going to sing again, ever since you lost Josh, your motivation to sing seemed to disappear with him.
Deku senses the shift in your mood and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Wanna grab a drink?”
A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn to face him. "Sure, a drink sounds nice. Lead the way."
But I sang 'em all to another heart
As you step into the bar, the lively atmosphere washes over you. The low lighting casts a warm glow, and the sound of music fills the air. People are engaged in conversations, laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses. The energy of the place is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement.
Deku finds a cozy corner booth, away from the crowd but still close enough to soak in the ambiance. He motions for you to take a seat, and you settle in, taking in the sights and sounds around you. The bar has a rustic charm, with wooden accents and dimly lit vintage bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
“Do you know what you want to drink?” Deku asks.
You glance at the menu, scanning the variety of beverages available. From signature cocktails to classic spirits, there's something for everyone's taste. But you decide on something a little more simple. “Vodka lime.”
He nods before sliding out the booth. You watch as Deku makes his way to the bar, his green hair standing out in the dim lighting. He skillfully navigates through the crowd, eventually reaching the counter where the bartender awaits.
As you wait for Deku to return with the drinks, you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to relax. The soft chatter and laughter of the bar patrons create a comforting background ambiance.
After a short while, Deku returns with two glasses in hand, a smile lighting up his face. He carefully places the drinks on the table, sliding back into the booth. You notice the small lime slice perched on the rim of your glass, a vibrant touch of color against the clear liquid.
"Here you go," he says, his voice filled with warmth. "A vodka lime, just as you requested."
You raise your glass, a gesture of gratitude, and take a sip, relishing the refreshing combination of flavors. The tangy lime cuts through the smoothness of the vodka, creating a drink that's both invigorating and comforting.
Deku raises his own glass, a dark liquor inside, and clinks it against yours. "Cheers," he says, his eyes sparkling with genuine camaraderie.
"Cheers," you reply, a smile playing on your lips.
As the night progresses, you engage in conversations that range from light-hearted banter to deeper reflections. The drinks flow, but it's the genuine connection and shared experiences that truly leave an impact.
But the bar seems to quiet down as a woman walks onto the wooden stage at the bar. “Alright folks, for tonight's singing battle for $500 we have long time champion Sanda Hitoshi, and… Y/n Yoshito!”
You arch a brow at the call of your first name, but don’t think much of it since she hadn’t called you last. But Deku nudges you with his foot. “That you,” he whispers.
“What?” You say. “But I didn't sign up-”
“I did.” He says, “now go up there and sing.”
You watch a man come up onto the stage, everyone else in the bar looking around for the second contestant. Your initial instinct is to resist, to find an excuse to back out, but the determined look in Deku's eyes and the trust he has placed in you make it difficult to refuse.
Reluctantly, you take a deep breath, finishing the rest of your drink. You stand up from the booth, your heart pounding in your chest, and make your way towards the stage. As you step onto the wooden platform, the spotlight finds you, casting a warm glow upon your figure.
The murmurs in the bar gradually subside, all eyes now fixed upon you and Sanda Hitoshi, the reigning champion of the singing battle. The crowd's anticipation hangs in the air, and you can't help but feel a mixture of nerves and determination. It had been a long time since you last did this.
The woman on stage, the host of the singing battle, looks at you expectantly. "Well, well, it seems we have a brand new contestant. Y/n Yoshito, are you ready to give it your all?"
You take a deep breath, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Yes, I am," you reply, your voice carrying a newfound confidence.
Sanda smirks at you, his confidence radiating from his lips. He leaned in close to you, “hope you're ready to lose.”
The music begins, a familiar melody filling the bar, and like karaoke the lyrics appear on the screen in front of you. Sanda begins first, his voice fills the bar with a powerful resonance. The crowd reacts, cheering and clapping along to his performance. You watch him closely, his confidence evident in every move he makes.
With the pressure and the competitive atmosphere, you begin to feel small. The spotlight turns onto you when it's your turn to sing, the lyrics appearing on the screen in front of you. You watch the words pass by, opening your mouth to sing, but nothing comes out.
The crowd began to mummer, many of their comments sounded very negative. You want to apologize and walk off the stage, embarrassed that you even came up here. But you meet Deku’s eyes, he had moved from the booth in the corner to one the table by the stage.
He smiles at you, a small nod that says so much despite the small gesture. ‘You can do this’
Drawing strength from his support, you take a deep breath, willing yourself to push through the fear and find your voice. The lyrics on the screen blur momentarily as you close your eyes, shutting out the distractions and doubts that surround you.
In that moment of stillness, you find a sense of clarity. The music resonates within you, touching the deepest parts of your soul. With renewed determination, you open your eyes and let the melody guide you.
As the first words escape your lips, a surge of energy courses through you. The initial hesitation gives way to a growing confidence, and your voice begins to fill the bar. The crowd's murmurs transform into hushed anticipation, their attention now fully on you.
With each passing note, you pour your heart into the performance, allowing the lyrics to carry your emotions. Confidence begins to sweep within you, and you start walking back and forth on the stage and adding a little more movement to your performance. The doubts and insecurities gradually fade away, replaced by the sheer joy of expressing yourself through music. The stage becomes your sanctuary, a space where you can be vulnerable yet powerful.
The crowd's initial skepticism gradually gives way to awe and appreciation. They witness the transformation unfolding before their eyes, witnessing the raw emotions and undeniable talent that you possess. It comes to Sanda's turn, but you don’t let him. Singing over him and taking his part of the song.
The egotistical man doesn't seem to appreciate it, attempting to sing over you. As Sanda tries to tune you out, attempting to regain the spotlight, a fire ignites within you. You refuse to be silenced or overshadowed. With unwavering determination, your voice rises above his, resolute and filled with passion.
Your impromptu duet becomes a battle of voices, a clash of emotions and artistry. Each note you sing carries an intensity that captivates the crowd, their attention shifting from Sanda to you.
As the song reaches its climax, you and Sanda’s voices soar, you’re now staring into his eyes. You can tell he’s trying to hit a higher note than you. With the power of your quirk, you continue to hold the note, and grin at the boy.
“You think you're better than me but you're not--!” You hold out the note, hitting high notes with a confidence that surprises even yourself. The harmonies intertwine, creating a symphony of voices that reverberates through the bar, leaving everyone in awe.
And as the final note hangs in the air, a stunned silence fills the room. The audience, once divided, erupts into thunderous applause, their cheers and claps resonating with genuine admiration. It's clear that your performance has touched their hearts, transcending the boundaries of a simple singing battle.
Sanda stands there, momentarily speechless, his ego shattered. The crowd continues to cheer, some people even standing up, acknowledging the power of your voice and the strength you displayed in the face of adversity. You step off the stage, feeling a mix of exhilaration and relief coursing through your veins.
You run over to Deku, who’s still clapping a big grin on his face. You jump into his arms, squeezing him with all the passion you had left over from singing on stage.
“Wait a minute!” A random voice calls out from the bar, “that’s Y/n L/n!”
“Isn’t that Deku?”
Startled by the sudden recognition, you quickly break away from Deku's embrace and exchange a brief glance with him. Without hesitation, you grab Deku's hand and make a swift exit from the bar, blending into the bustling city streets.
You drag him away down the street, the two of you laughing. “I think that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” you sigh.
Deku laughs along with you, the sound of joy and relief mingling in the air. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replies, a genuine smile gracing his face. "You were incredible up there, Y/n. It was like watching a star shine."
As you continue walking through the vibrant city streets, the excitement of the performance still coursing through your veins. You find a bench along the street and sit down, catching your breath and allowing the adrenaline to subside. Deku joins you, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the bustling city.
"I've never been able to go to any of your concerts, I usually just enjoy your music online, but-" Deku eyes sparkling with admiration. "It's like a whole different side of you came alive on that stage."
You lean back on the bench, a contented smile playing on your lips. "Maybe it's because you were there, cheering me on," you muse.
Deku reaches out and takes your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I’m glad I was able to make a difference.”
You can’t tell if it was the alcoholic in your stomach, or just the warmth Deku’s presence brought to you. As your cheeks flush with a gentle blush, you meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting the many emotions swirling within you.
In that moment, the world around you seems to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you in this intimate space. The city's hustle and bustle become distant whispers as you focus on the presence of Deku, his hand holding yours, and the unspoken connection that binds you together.
A soft breeze rustles through the air, carrying with it a hint of anticipation and possibility. The night sky above twinkles with stars, mirroring the spark in Deku's eyes. It's as if the universe itself is silently encouraging you to take a leap of faith, to embrace the budding feelings that have begun to blossom between you.
“Deku..” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Please,” he whispers back. “Call me Izuku.”
As the words hang in the air, the silence between you becomes overloaded with possibility. He’s leaning in closer. The anticipation builds between you, the space between your lips diminishing with each passing moment. Time seems to stand still as the gap between you closes, and your heart pounds in your chest.
Finally, your lips meet in a tender and electrifying kiss. The touch of his lips against yours ignites a fire within, a warmth that spreads throughout your being. It's a moment filled with vulnerability, trust, and the sweet realization that something beautiful is unfolding between you.
As you break apart, a soft smile graces both of your faces, and the world comes back into focus.
“Y/n?”
The moment is cut short though, by the call of your name. Your eyes widen, “Josh?”
“Hey…bunny.” He says.
Shock washes over you as you hear Josh's voice, and your heart skips a beat. It's as if time has frozen, and you find yourself caught in a mixture of conflicting emotions. Memories of the past colliding with the present.
You release Izuku’s hand, standing up from the bench. "Josh... What are you doing here?" you manage to ask.
Josh's gaze shifts between you and Izuku, before he lifts his phone to show the posts of you at the bar. "I... I heard your voice. I followed it. I didn't expect to find you here like this."
“I’ll um, give you two some space.” Izuku clears his throat, sensing the tension. Izuku gracefully steps back, giving you and Josh the space you need to address the unexpected reunion. He moves a few steps away, but you can still feel his supportive presence lingering in the background.
“What do you want?” You turn your attention back to Josh. "I didn't expect to see you here either."
He lowers his phone, his gaze softening as he takes in your presence. "I know it's been a long time, Y/n. I've missed you."
You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing with thoughts and conflicting feelings. You furrowed your brows, “you cheated on me.”
"Listen, Y/n," Josh continues, taking a step closer. "I made a lot of mistakes in the past, and I've spent a long time regretting them.” You're frozen still as he comes closer, the serenity in his voice almost sounding real. He reaches out a hand as if to touch you, but quickly withdraws it. "I know I messed up, Y/n. I can't change the past, but I want us to try again. I love you."
His words were everything you wanted to hear. And you glance over at Izuku, who’s trying to pretend he isn’t watching. While your connection with Izuku has been growing, the history and familiarity with Josh still hold weight.
You take a deep breath. “No.”
Josh's expression shifts into shock. “What?” It’s obvious he didn’t expect that. “But bunny, I've apologized.” The gentleness in his earlier voice is long gone now.
“And I don’t forgive you,” you say. “You cheated on me Josh, exploited me, laughed in my face.”
"You're being unfair, Y/n!" he exclaims, his voice laced with frustration.
You hated this. You hated how fast your heart was beating. You hated the little voice in your head begging you to take Josh back, to return to your little state of love. You hated the part of you that actually believed Josh’s words.
He continues, "People make mistakes, and I've changed. I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."
“The damage has already been done Josh,” your voice is steady despite the emotions swirling within you. “We’re done.”
Josh's face contorts and he takes a step back. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth. "But don't think this is the end. I’m all you’ve ever known, nobody else in the world will love you as much as I did."
With that said, he walks off, leaving you to stand there. Izuku approaches, his presence a pillar of strength, and he wraps an arm around you. “You okay?” He asks.
You turn around and shove your face into his chest throwing punches into him. “It’s not fair Izuku!”
Izuku holds you tightly, each punch like a little tap on his torso. "I know, Y/n," he murmurs.
Tears spill out your eyes, and you want to scream out of frustration. "It's okay to let it out," he whispers, his voice filled with compassion. A soft hand rubbing your back, you allow yourself to surrender to the overwhelming wave of emotions, the frustration, and the pain.
The tears flow freely, carrying with them the weight of disappointment and heartache. Izuku remains by your side, offering his silent support as you let your emotions be heard. Eventually, your sobs turned into small whimpers, your arms had grown tired now and you stood limp in Izuku’s arms.
“I like you Izuku,” you whisper. “I really do.” You can feel the vibrations of his humming through his chest, and you peel your face off of him to meet his eye. “But I don’t think I’m gonna be able to love you in the way you deserve.”
Izuku's gaze meets yours, filled with understanding and empathy. He takes a moment to absorb your words, his expression softening. You pull away from him, wiping your own tears. “I’m sorry Izuku. But Josh is right…”
Before he could speak, you turned your back and began to walk away. Izuku could only watch, unsure of what to say himself.
And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love
As you shifted in bed, the sound of bottles clinking could be heard. Once again you drowned yourself in liquor to ease off the pain spiking up in your heart. The sun shining in through the curtains was enough to wake you.
You groaned, head beginning to ache as soon as you sat up. The room seemed to spin for a moment, and you steadied yourself against the nearby dresser. You pulled open one of the drawers, hoping to find some new clothes that didn’t reek of sweat and alcohol.
Rummaging through the drawer, you managed to find a fresh set of clothes tucked away in the back. You discarded your worn and disheveled attire and quickly changed into clean garments.
As you throw your old clothes to the laundry backset in the corner of the room, you stop at the sight of one of your old notebooks. It’s opened with a pen sitting on top of it, along with an almost empty bottle of liquor.
You must’ve been writing while drunk.
Curiosity piqued, you picked up the notebook, flipping through its pages. The words scribbled across the paper were a mix of blurry lines, barely legible in your intoxicated state. It was evident that you had attempted to write while under the influence, but the resulting pages held little coherent meaning. Some words were readable, lyrics that connected in a way you couldn’t really understand at the moment.
A little disappointed, you close the notebook and toss it onto your unmade bed. With a sigh, you look around the room, though your head was still aching, you were filled with boredom.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and take a moment to assess your appearance. Your reflection revealed signs of fatigue and the lingering traces of tears. You looked like shit.
Another sigh emits from your lips, and you crash back onto your bed, feeling under your pillow for your phone. As usual it’s bombarded with tweets, and likes.
Celebrity News @celebnews
{3 Image Attached} Celebrity singer Y/n L/n sighted singing at the local karaoke bar in Musutafu. Seems out little romance singer might have found a new muse.
AnimeBrigade @macetotheface
replying to @celebnews
Is that Deku? Holy shi-
Dont Mori, Be Happy @fatdeadhard
replying to @celebnews
Look at how Deku’s holding her! Move over Y/n! It’s my turn
Pepsi Chan @aloneboi
replying to @fatdeadhard
Nah, Deku move over. Lemme hold sweet Y/n
“They work fast,” you mutter under your breath, closing Twitter after scrolling through the many comments from your recent appearance yesterday.
Lying on your bed, you allowed yourself a moment of respite, staring at the ceiling as thoughts swirled in your mind. You glance over at your window, seeing how it’s a perfectly sunny day, you should probably get some fresh air.
As you open the window, a gentle breeze wafts into the room, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The warm rays of sunlight bathe your face, the heat irritating your eyes a little, but either way it instantly uplifts your spirits.
You decide to go for a walk, to let your thoughts wander and find peace amidst the serene surroundings. As you step out onto the streets, the hustle and bustle of the city greets you. Mainly just people riding their bikes, or going out on a morning jog. Mainly people going about their daily lives.
You walk aimlessly, allowing your footsteps to guide you through the winding paths. Eventually finding yourself by the river you had visited with Deku yesterday. You take a seat by a nearby bench, and stare out at the rippling water.
“For someone so young, it seems like you’ve got a lot of problems on your plate.”
You turn to the voice of an old woman, she’s sitting on the second bench near the one you were sitting at. She’s knitting, a bag full of yarn sitting by her feet.
“Just alot going on in my life right now,” you turn back to the river. “ I just don’t know what to do.”
“Life is filled with challenges,” the old woman nods, her eyes filled with wisdom. “I believe that it's through facing those challenges that we grow and find our strength."
“I just don’t know if I have the strength to face these challenges,” you mutter.
The old woman's eyes soften as she continues knitting, her fingers working with practiced ease. She looks at you with a compassionate gaze and says, "strength is not always about having all the answers or being fearless. It's about acknowledging your vulnerabilities and persevering despite them. It's about taking one step at a time, even when the path seems uncertain."
She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating her next words. “Tell me dear, where is it in life, that you find yourself the most confident?”
You lean back into the bench, taking a moment to think about her question. “I guess, when I’m on stage, singing.”
“Ah so you are a singer,” the old woman chuckles. “I find that most singers see music as a refuge. Their way of expressing themselves and connecting with others.”
You stay quiet as a breeze passes by, your hair tickling your face slightly. The old woman's eyes sparkle with understanding as she observes your contemplative state. "Music has a way of touching our souls," she continues, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It allows us to express emotions that may be difficult to put into words.”
As the old woman resumes her knitting, you take a deep breath and let the warmth of her presence envelop you. For your whole life, you’d written songs about how happy and in love you were, but not once had you ever considered writing about your sadness.
You wanted to learn to love Deku, to be able to appreciate him for showing you kindness and understanding during the lowest point of your life. But you didn’t know how. You had been burnt out of songs about love, you had nothing to sing to him. But, your sadness.
The old woman's knitting needles click softly in the background, almost as if they're providing a rhythmic backdrop to your thoughts.
You turn to her, a warm smile on your face and the old woman meets your gaze with a kind and knowing smile, her knitting needles pausing for a moment. There's a sense of compassion and understanding in her eyes, as if she recognizes the weight of your emotions and the complexity of your situation.
“Thanks.”
She nods, wordless acknowledging your gratitude. You stand up from the bench, with a newly found determination, you sprint, heading straight back to your home.
As you run back to your home, a surge of energy courses through your veins. The weight of uncertainty and doubt begins to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and inspiration. The rhythmic clicking of the old woman's knitting needles fades into the distance as you focus on the path ahead.
Arriving at your home, you feel a sense of urgency and creativity burning within you. You enter your room and immediately head to your bedroom, snatching your notebook from off the bed. You slide over to your desk, flipping through the pages and finding a blank page.
With each stroke of the pen, the words pour out onto the page. The lyrics flow effortlessly, capturing the essence of your sadness, your doubts, and your longing. The melodies intertwine with the words, weaving a tapestry of vulnerability and strength.
You begin to sing the newly crafted verses, testing out each lyric with different tones of rhythm. Everything begins to flow as you begin to use the beat of the old lady’s rhythmic clicking. With each verse, you allow yourself to fully embrace the rawness of your emotions. You sing of your struggles, your doubts, and your yearning for a deeper connection.
The song takes shape, evolving with each line and chord progression. Despite your habit to make the song more high beat, and happy, you're determined to explore a different side of your emotions.
And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love
You worked until nightfall, obsessed with your new project. It had been a whole since you felt this determined, and the song is completed by the end of the day. You sat at your desk proud, staring at the page in the notebook which was covered with eraser marks, smudges, and even some dampness from your tears.
There's a sense of pride and accomplishment in seeing the culmination of your hard work and creative expression on the page. But your moment is interrupted by your phone. It was your manager, Dave. Perfect timing.
“Hey Dave!” You answer.
“Y/n, what’s this I’m seeing all over the internet?” He doesn’t even greet you, “why are you frolicking with that Pro-Hero?”
You lean back in your office chair, “you mean the bar thing? We were just hanging out.”
“No,” he says more sternly. “I mean the pictures of you making out with him.”
The what. You put the one on speaker before switching over to the app, finding it easily as the post was number one on trending.
User @usernamenotfound
{5 Images Attached} I see you…
Trash Mammal @hairylegs
replying to @usernamenotfound
Okay. I think I’m done with the internet for a while now,
iitsTre_ @suliom
replying to @usernamenotfound
Okay, so this happened. And I’m all for it. #Y/n&Deku
Hanna the Dinosaur @roar
replying to @suliom
Nah, I’m loyal to the og. #Y/n&Josh
JayyKT @yaboyJT
replying to @roar
Yeah cause supporting a toxic relationship is perfectly fine.
“D-dave I,” You continue to scroll through the comments. “I-I don’t know how this happened.”
“Cause you’re careless and irresponsible.” Dave’s voice is firm, a type of anger he rarely ever used with you. “But we can clear everything up since you and Josh are back together.”
“Dave…Josh and I aren’t getting back together,” you stammer. “I…I think I might have feelings for Deku. I even wrote a song, I’m we can use this-”
“You what?” His voice is chilling. “Do you know how much I- do you know what I did to have Josh want to get back with you? A-and you can’t just start making new songs, especially about Deku! Josh is your career, you write songs about Josh, and only Josh!”
As he stammers, you furrow your brows at the phone. Did he just say he paid Josh to say he wanted to get back with you?
"Dave... Did you... Did you pay Josh to pretend he wanted to get back with me?" your voice trembles of disbelief and hurt.
There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Dave finally speaks. “I did what was best for your career Y/n, cause it seems like only one of us seems to actually care.”
Anger rises within you as you try to comprehend the extent of his manipulation. "You don't get to decide who I should be with or what songs I should write, Dave."
"Y/n, I've invested a lot in your career. I've worked hard to make you successful, and sometimes tough decisions have to be made for the sake of that success.”
Your anger intensifies, fueled by a sense of betrayal. "You had no right to manipulate my personal life Dave. I trusted you, and you took advantage of that trust. This is not how a manager should treat their artist." There's a brief pause before you continue, “I’m going to have to call you back, I need time to think, and maybe consider getting a new manager.”
You end the call, and drop your phone onto your desk. “What the fuck,” you mutter, repeating the words in your mind over and over. You had known Dave to be very pushy, but you didn’t mind it, you owed it to him for helping you jumpstart your career.
But as the weight of the situation settles on your shoulders, and you realize that it's time for a change, you can no longer continue with a manager who doesn't respect your boundaries and manipulates your personal life for the sake of your career.
The phone vibrates on the desk, and you quickly pick it up and answer. “Dave fuck of-”
“Y/n?”
“Izuku?”
"Yes, it's me," Izuku's voice comes through the phone, filled with concern. "I saw what happened on the internet, and I wanted to make sure you're okay. Are you alright?"
Your anger and frustration begin to dissipate, replaced by a mixture of surprise and relief. "Izuku, I... I don't know what to say. It's been a crazy day, and I just found out some things about my manager that I never expected."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Izuku responds empathetically. “But, I actually called for another reason.”
Curiosity piques within you as Izuku's words hang in the air. "Another reason? What is it, Izuku?"
There's a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then Izuku speaks with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Y/n, I’ve been thinking about what you said…and I, I don’t care-”
Your heart stills at the sound of glass shattering, and Izuku quiets down as well. You quickly stand up from the desk, looking towards your door. That sound definitely came from your house, and since you were home alone, that meant that someone broke in.
“Y/n? What was that?”
The conversation with Izuku is immediately forgotten as your focus shifts to the potential danger in your own home. Without wasting another moment, you hurriedly whisper into the phone, "Izuku, I think someone just broke into my house."
You quickly step over to your bedroom door, cringing at the sound of your barefoot sticking to the hardwood floor. You slowly click your bedroom door lock, before backing away from the entrance.
Izuku was still talking on the phone, but with your concentration on being silent, you can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying. “I’m coming Y/n!”
You take deep breaths as your back hits the wall in your room, your eyes landing on the many glass bottles sitting on your bedside table. Without a moment's hesitation, you grab one of the bottles, feeling its cool surface in your hand.
The sound of footsteps approaching your bedroom door grows louder, and your heart pounds in your chest. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you grip the bottle tightly. The door knob jiggles, the intruder, struggling against the door lock.
They pound at the door, aggressive knocks that scare you more and more. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you try to remain as quiet as possible, hoping that the intruder will give up and leave. But the pounding continues, growing more forceful with each strike. It becomes clear that they are determined to break through the door.
“Open this door now!”
You recognize that voice. Dave? As you strain to listen through the door, your heart sinks as you confirm that the voice belongs to Dave. The realization fills you with fear and confusion. Why would your manager be breaking into your house?
He’s able to kick a hole in the bottle part of your door, hand reaching in for the door knob to let himself in. Gripping the glass bottle tightly, you make a split-second decision, throwing the bottle at his hand.
The man lets out a loud groan once the glass shatters upon impact with his hand. “You fucking bitch, I’m gonna kill you!”
You reach for your phone, forgetting you had Izuku on the line. "Izuku, it's Dave. He's breaking into my house. I don't know what to do."
He doesn’t respond, the only sound from his air is just fast paced movement and heavy breathing.
“Do you know how much I’ve done for you Y/n?” Dave continued to kick around the hole he made, opening it up more. “What I've done? You don’t get to cast me aside, no, no, you don’t.”
“Dave, your fucking insane!” You scream back, gripping another bottle in readiness to defend yourself again. “You’ve actually lost it this time!”
His foot falls through the hole, making it big enough for a person to crawl through. “I hired that stalker you know? I knew that dumbass Josh would get caught with that stupid girl. He was so careless, so reckless, he put everything at stake.” Dave’s ab;e to unlock the door, pushing it so hard it practically comes off the hinges.
“That stalker was going to scare you, scare you so badly you’d listen to everything I told you to do.” His boot crunch against the fallen glass on the ground. “I killed Bethany for you Y/n, as your manager, I’d do anything for you.”
The reflection of the knife in his hand increases your heart rate. You begin to throw bottles at him, but with each throw your precision is affected by the fear instilled in your mind. “After everything I’ve done. You’d just fire me like that?” He laughs, a chuckle so chilling. “I don’t think so.”
"Dave, please," you plead, your voice filled with desperation and a hint of hope. "You don't have to do this. We can find another way. Just put the knife down and let's talk. We can figure this out."
But Dave's expression twists into a malicious grin, his eyes filled with madness. He lunges at you with alarming speed, the knife glinting in the dim light. Panic floods your senses as you desperately search for an escape route.
In a moment of instinct, you make a split-second decision. You grab a nearby chair and swing it at Dave, hoping to create enough distance between you. The impact catches him off guard, momentarily stunning him and giving you a chance to make a run for it.
But you slip on one of the glass shards on the ground and fall onto it, groaning as it stabs into your arms. With adrenaline surging through your veins, you’re able to quickly recover, and attempt to stand up, but a hand grips your ankle.
“No! Stop!” You scream, feeling him pulling you towards him. “Stop it. Please!”
Another crash emits, as glass shards fly into the room along with a body. A loud thump echoes through the floorboards as Deku lands in your apartment, he moves quickly, appending your attacker.
Red and blue flashing lights reflect in the room, and sit on the floor, your breaths come in ragged gasps as you try to process what just happened.
But all my tears have been used up
You were sitting on the edge of an ambulance, wrapped in one of the blankets provided by the EMTs. There were many police cars surrounding your apartment, as well as new vans trying to get as much footage as they could from afar.
You watched as Dave was forced into the back of a police car, he was shouting many obscenities, promising that he would be coming back. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, seeking a small measure of comfort and protection.
Deku was speaking with some of the officers, having to explain the situation since he was the first pro-hero on sight.
“Miss L/n?”
You look over to the side, finding a well dressed lady. She holds out a card to you, “I know this might not be the best time, but I’m Miyahara Mika, after everything that’s happened you’re going to be looking for a new manager. I’d like to be one of your first options.”
Taking the card from her, you read her name. Before you could say anything, Deku walks over, “I’m sorry, no questions right now.” He leads the girl away, sending her back behind the police tape with the other bystanders.
You appreciate Izuku's attentiveness to give you space, but also made a mental note to contact Mika once the immediate aftermath had settled.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
You take a moment to collect yourself before responding to Deku's question. His concern is evident in his eyes, and you appreciate his presence in this chaotic moment. "A little shaken, but physically unharmed," you reply. " I'm grateful that you were here and intervened when you did. Thank you, Izuku."
You pause, taking in a deep breath to steady yourself. "But what about you?" you ask, genuinely concerned. "Did you get hurt? Are you okay?"
He chuckles, “I’m fine, and I’m just glad you're okay.”
“Miss L/n, there’s someone who wants to see you, um his name is Josh Solace.” An officer comes up to the side of the ambulance, pointing over to the side where you can see Josh being held back by some officers.
With a sigh, you watch as he calls out to you. With a nod, you signal to the officer to let Josh through.
As Josh approaches, he quickly embraces you. “Y/n are you okay? I came as soon as I heard, do you need a place to say? You can stay with me.”
You push him away, standing up and looking him straight in the eye. Without words, your hands swing across his face, slapping him cleanly. The slap resonates through the air, and a shocked silence follows. Josh's hand instinctively moves to his cheek, his eyes wide with surprise.
Your lips pressed together,and you looked at Josh with a firm eye. “Josh…I’be done nothing but love you since we were kids. You were the center of my world. I thought I was gonna marry you one day. I can't believe you would let this happen.”
Josh's expression turns from shock to remorse, his voice filled with desperation. "Y/n, I swear, I had no idea. Dave... he threatened me, manipulated me.”
You put your hand up to stop him from talking. “Cut the bullshit Josh, Dave didn’t manipulate you into cheating on me. You can lie all you want, but one thing’s for certain. You don’t love me, you haven’t for a long time.”
The weight of your words hangs in the air, and a deep silence settles between you and Josh.
“So it’s over?” He asks, “just like that? All these years down the drain?”
While a part of you wants to believe Josh's words and find a way to forgive him, another part knows that the trust between you has been shattered.
“Exactly.”
On another love, another love
It had been two weeks since the incident. For the first week, you stayed with your mom taking a break from social media and anything too exciting.
During your week with your mom, you found solace in her comforting presence. She provided a safe and nurturing environment where you could heal and process the events that unfolded. Together, you shared meals, talked, and spent quality time reconnecting.
As the second week approached, you began to feel better. You knew it was time to face the world again, albeit in a different way. With the support of your mom and close friends you were able to reconnect with, you gradually reconnected with social media, updating your followers with a heartfelt message expressing gratitude for their support and explaining your need for some time off.
You also reached out to Mika, the manager who had approached you on that fateful day. Her professionalism and genuine interest in representing you had left a positive impression. After careful consideration and discussions with your support network, you decided to meet with her and explore the possibility of working together.
The meeting with Mika went well. She understood your need for boundaries and respect for your personal life. She shared her vision for your career, emphasizing the importance of authenticity and artistic growth.
You explained to her how you wanted to reintroduce yourself into the music industry, showing her your newly made song and how you wanted everything to work out. She loved the idea and got straight to work, promoting the hell out of the huge concert you were going to be having.
All my tears have been used up
Meanwhile you kept in contact with Izuku. He was really busy with hero work, but whenever he had the time you would grab lunch with him. Though it was hard to keep the concert you’d be having a secret, you made sure he didn't know the song that you’d be singing was about him. Nobody did.
“What’s this?” Izuku placed down his coffee mug to pick up the paper you slid over to him.
“I’m having a really big concert, and I want you to be there.” You said with a small smile, “it has a backstage pass and everything.”
Izuku's eyes widened with surprise as he read the paper you handed him. You continue, “you said you’ve never been to any of my concerts before..so…you should come to this one.”
"A concert? That's amazing!" he exclaimed, "I'd be honored to be there."
“I’d be honored to have you,” you chuckle. You couldn't help but feel a rush of joy hearing his response. Despite the challenges you had faced, having someone like Izuku by your side meant the world to you.
On another love, another love
You practiced with the band every day, making sure each of them knew their role. The band members had been supportive throughout the entire process, recognizing the significance of your comeback and the importance of the music you were about to share. They dedicated themselves to practicing and perfecting their parts, despite the different style and emotions involved in the song.
During rehearsals, you could feel the synergy building between you and the band. They were not only skilled musicians but also genuinely passionate about creating something meaningful.
As the concert day approached, the band's excitement grew alongside yours. You could see the determination in their eyes and the way they embraced the challenge of playing a different genre of music. They put in the extra effort to ensure that each instrument complemented your vocals, creating a harmonious blend that captured the emotions and essence of the song.
All my tears have been used up
The stadium was way bigger than you thought it would be. Mika had said that Hamada Nobu, the owner of the largest stadium in Japan, had offered the space for your musical comeback. Something about his daughter being a huge fan.
The sight of the vast stadium, with its countless empty seats stretching out before you, was both awe-inspiring and humbling. It was a stark reminder of the magnitude of the moment and the opportunity that lay ahead. Tomorrow, those seats would be filled with people eager to witness your song.
Standing in the center of the stage, you took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The anticipation was palpable, and the enormity of the occasion weighed on your shoulders.
You glanced around the stage, taking in the elaborate setup and the equipment that had been meticulously arranged. The lighting rigs, the speakers, the instruments—all were in place, waiting to come alive with music. It was a testament to the hard work and dedication that had gone into preparing for this moment.
As you looked out at the empty seats, you imagined the faces that would soon occupy them. Each seat represented a person, a fan, someone who had been touched by your music in some way. Their anticipation, their support, and their love would fill this stadium tomorrow, fueling your performance and igniting the atmosphere.
You closed your eyes for a moment, envisioning the energy that would radiate from the crowd. The shared experience of music, the connection between artist and audience, the power of emotion and expression—it all converged in this space. Tomorrow, you would step onto this stage and give your all, pouring your heart and soul into the music.
Sudden doubt enters your mind. Love songs had been your brand since the beginning, what if they didn’t like the change?
On another love, another love
As the sound of the crowd reached your ears from the dressing room, instead of igniting your usual sense of determination, it filled you with fear. The magnitude of the moment hit you all at once, and doubts began to resurface.
What if they didn't like the new direction of your music? What if they were disappointed by the change? The fear of being rejected by the very people who had supported you throughout your career weighed heavily on your mind.
Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself of the countless hours of hard work, dedication, and soul-searching that had led you to this point. You had poured your heart and soul into this new music, and it was an authentic expression of who you had become as an artist.
With each passing moment, the fear began to transform into excitement. You reminded yourself that the crowd gathered outside was there because they believed in you and your talent.
You took one final look in the mirror, meeting your own eyes with a determined gaze. You had worked tirelessly for this moment, and now it was time to step onto that stage and give it your all.
All my tears have been used up, up
Oh, oh, oh
Your body glistened with sweat as you continued to sing, pouring your heart and soul into each note. The stage lights bathed you in their warm glow, amplifying the intensity of the moment. The energy of the crowd fueled your performance, their cheers and applause becoming a harmonious symphony that echoed through the stadium.
As the music swelled, you took a small moment during an instrumental break to catch your breath. The adrenaline coursing through your veins kept you going, but you knew the importance of pacing yourself. Using your quirk to provide a brief respite as your voice soared through the air.
The band continues to play as you quiet down, taking the moment to search around the front row for your green haired friend. This song was for him, and you wanted to see him as you sang it. But he was so where to be seen.
Disappointment settles within you but you return to the center of the stage.
Oh, need a love, now, my heart is think of
As your quirk sings and the music surrounds you, you feel a surge of emotions welling up inside you. A small tear escapes the corner of your eye, tracing a path down your cheek. It's a single tear, but it carries the weight of countless emotions that have been bottled up inside you. It's a tear of joy, of pain, of resilience, and of triumph.
In that moment, as the tear falls, you surrender yourself to the power of the music and the vulnerability it brings.
“I wanna sing a song that'd be just ours.”
“But I sang ‘em all to another heart”
As you stared at the hidden camera in front of you, you were acutely aware of the enormous projector behind you, magnifying every emotion etched on your face. The camera was capturing every tear, every tremor, every raw expression that danced across your features as you sang your heart out.
You could imagine the faces of the audience members, their eyes fixed on the projection, immersed in the journey of your performance. The close-up shots captured the intensity of your emotions, allowing the viewers to witness the vulnerability and passion that flowed through your voice and body.
“And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love (fall in love)”
As the powerful notes of your voice filled the air, you used your quirk to double over the sound, creating a mesmerizing echo that reverberated through the stadium. It was a deliberate choice, a way to emphasize the weight of your words. With each word that escaped your lips, the echo carried it forward, enveloping the audience in a haunting and immersive experience.
“But all my tears have been used up”
You look to the side, a tuft of green hair catching your eye. It was Izuku, he had actually come. With each word you sing, your gaze remains fixed on Izuku. It's as if your performance becomes a personal conversation between the two of you, a way to convey the depth of your emotions and express the unspoken feelings that have lingered between you.
On another love, another love
“All my tears have been used up”
The energy in the stadium becomes electric, as the audience, caught up in the intensity of your performance. They clap, cheer, and scream, their excitement and appreciation reverberating throughout the stadium. The energy is palpable, a tangible force that sweeps through the air, connecting you with each and every person in the audience.
On another love, another love
“All my tears have been used up”
You wave Izuku to come over, smiling as he refuses to at first, but with a small push from Mika he begins the walk over. The crowd seems to go crazy at the sight of him.
The audience's excitement reaches new heights as they realize that Izuku, their beloved pro-hero, is joining you on stage. Cheers and applause fill the stadium, their admiration for him evident in their fervent response.
On another love, another love
“All my tears have been used up”
You meet Izuku halfway, a beaming smile on your face as you take his hands. The crowd erupts with even more enthusiasm, their cheers growing louder. It's a beautiful and heartwarming sight, witnessing the genuine affection and connection between you and Izuku.
“Oh, oh”
As the music dies down, you leap forward and kiss Izuku. Time seems to stand still in that moment as the world around you fades away. The audience, caught up in the intensity of your performance, erupts into cheers and applause once again, their excitement reaching new heights.
As you break the kiss, you find yourself lost in Izuku's eyes, the world around you fading into the background. It's a powerful and unforgettable moment, one that will forever be etched in your memory and in the hearts of those who witnessed it.
With a sigh, you dismissed the amber alert on your phone, dropping it onto your bed. Once again the infamous villain Deku had escaped the pro-heros, apparently he had blown up a diner in the area. It was like watching a game of cat and mouse, the pros seemed to never be able to capture Deku.
With a small groan you get up from your covers, walking around to ensure that all the windows are locked shut. It was a normal routine since you didn’t live in the best neighborhood. You check the front door lock before deadbolting it, and heading back to your bedroom to lock your balcony.
The apartment was quiet, it was a peaceful night in comparison to the ones filled with gunshots and police sirens. So the unexpected thump on your balcony makes you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin.
You could tell from the silhouette through the curtains that a body had landed on your balcony. “Fuck” the person curses, groaning as they strained themselves to sit up. Immediately you rush to help them, not recognizing them at first.
“Hey are you okay?” You opened the screen door, kneeling beside the male. He's dressed quite nicely, in a nice black tux that went well with his dark green curls.
“Oh my god-” you suddenly recognize his features. This was Deku, Japan’s most dangerous hero, lying here on your balcony. You look back at the inside of your room, your phone is on top of your bed, should you call the police?
You look back at the villain, his arm is injured and his clothes were all battered up. You can’t just leave him like this. “Come inside, I’ll dress your wounds” he flinches as you put your hand on his shoulder. Your stomach bubbles with regret.
“What are you-” he pulls back, his stare like icy daggers. You take a step back, watching him struggle to stand up, using your railing as support.
He looked pitiful, struggling like that. “Just shut up and let me help you” You say, biting the inside of your mouth for speaking without thinking, it was a bad habit of yours. He stares at you with an unreadable face, worsening the fear beginning to creep up your spine. Slowly you were able to drag the villain inside and sit him on the carpeted floor, which he was getting blood on.
“You do know who I am right?” He asks while watching you. His eyes dart to every single move you make.
Your room was dark, only light coming from the moon shining in through your balcony. You reply, “yes I do.” Once you have him sat in the middle of your room, you enter your bathroom to go find some supplies.
“Then why are you helping me?”
“Villian or not, you're still human,” You yell out from your bathroom, looking for your first aid kit.
The male stays quiet, holding his arm while he waits for you. You finally find that damned medkit and rush back into the room. ‘“I’m immune to poison by the way” He still doesn’t trust you, watching you take out antibiotics.
You pause for a moment, antibiotics in hand, and meet his gaze. His words echo in your mind, reminding you of the dangerous person you're dealing with. But something compels you to proceed, to offer aid despite the risks.
"I'm not trying to poison you," you say firmly, your voice laced with sincerity. “Just let me clean your wounds,” you raise a brow, holding a cloth in your hand as you wait for him to present his arm to you. His eyes bore into yours as you both just stare at each other.
The boy huffs before removing his hand from his wound and showing it to you. “This might sting a bit” You warn.
“Please” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
You press the warm towel to his wound and he hisses in pain and you snicker under your breath quietly. You focus on cleaning his wound, ignoring the gaze that stares into your forehead .Deku studies you, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It's a gamble, trusting a villain, but your gut tells you there's more to his story.
As you clean his wound, a strange tension lingers in the air. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of water and the occasional sound of pain escaping from Deku's lips.
“What...happened?” You decide to speak first, moving the cloth slowly to check if the bleedings stopped.
“Why not just turn the news on and see for yourself?” His hot breath fans on your face as he speaks, though his voice is cold.
“The news always over-dramatises everything, I wanna know your story” You laugh a little, removing the blood-spoked towel completely, grabbing rubbing alcohol.
“I was just minding my business when the lovely number one hero stopped by,” He explains, clenching his jaw from the liquid being poured over his wound.
“He exploded that diner huh?” You finish for him, well aware of the hero’s anger issues and tendency to blow things up.
“I never did get to finish that milkshake” He mutters.
"You know," you search your first aid for a wrapping band-aid, mindlessly speaking. "The world sees you as this villain, this untouchable figure. But I can't help but wonder if there's more to you than meets the eye."
Deku's gaze flickers, his brows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"
You start to wrap his wound with a bandage, his gaze stirring up the fear you were fighting. The weight of his presence and his reputation as a dangerous villain hangs over you, reminding you of the risks you're taking. He smirks, as if reading your mind.
“I’m not gonna hurt you pretty girl,” you notice that his eyes have softened quite a bit, By now he’s realized that you're not a threat. “I can tell you're scared of me, don’t be, I like that sassy side in you.”
His free hand comes up and rubs your cheek, a flirtatious grin on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit but you stop yourself, wanting to purge the thoughts from your head. You tighten the bandage wrap making him retract his hand, he groans. “Ouch.”
“I prefer you not try to seduce me” You get back to wrapping. He grins, a chuckle coming from his chapped lips.
“Atta girl,” He praises, making you grin as well.
You let out a small laugh at his playful remark, relieved that the tension in the room has eased a bit. Despite the dangerous circumstances, you find yourself strangely drawn to Deku's charisma and his ability to lighten the mood.
Once you finish wrapping his wound, you sit back and admire your handiwork. “Done, you should probably get some stitches though.” Deku flexes his arm experimentally, testing the tightness of the bandage.
"You're pretty good at this," he comments..
"Well, I've had my fair share of accidents and injuries," you reply with a hint of self-deprecating humor. "It comes with living in a neighborhood like this."
Deku laughs, starting to stand up. “I think I like you,” he grabs a cigarette from his front pocket, placing it in his mouth before lighting it. “Sorry about your carpet, I’ll pay to fix it”
“Is that just your excuse to see me again?” You crossed your arms, arching a brow at him.
“Oh trust me doll, we will be seeing each other again.”
Before you could reply, he bends down, cold lips pressed up against your cheek before his breath fanned on your ear. “But there is no guarantee we’ll both be...fully clothed~”
And just like that, he disappeared.
As Deku's words hang in the air, surprise and anticipation courses through you. The brief contact of his lips on your cheek lingers, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. His departure is sudden and mysterious, leaving you standing there, stunned and slightly breathless.
A mix of emotions swirl within you—confusion, intrigue, and a hint of excitement. You find yourself replaying the encounter in your mind, contemplating the enigmatic villain and the unexpected connection that has formed between you.
Days pass, and thoughts of Deku continue to occupy your mind. You find yourself drawn to the balcony where he had landed, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. But there is no sign of him, and you wonder if it was all just a surreal dream.
One evening, you were bringing in groceries late.
“Damn these bags are heavy.”
You walked up the steps to your apartment, many bags of heavy groceries in your hand. Placing them down on the ground outside your door, you searched your purse for the keys.
Finally getting your hands on them, you pull them out to unlock the door, but it’s already cracked open. You tilt your head, “did I leave the door open?”
You furrow your eyebrows as you push the door to open further, the light glistening from the moon shined inside the doorway of your apartment. You patted the wall in search of the light switch and the lights flickered on with a click, but...something was wrong. Your entire apartment was stripped clean, nothing inside at all. The furniture, gone. Carpets, stripped, even the drywall were removed.
Concern took over your features as you took off your wet raincoat and ventured further inside the apartment, the front door still ajar. Everything was gone, your closet stripped clean
Someone had broken in…
You run a hand through your hair, biting your lip slightly. What should you do? Call the police?
“Well, lookie here boys. I found our little princess.” The unknown voice sends chills down your spine, as a very big man enters the room. More footsteps could be heard as even more walked in as well.
“Let’s cut straight to the chase sweetie, where is it?”
You cross your arms, attempting to shield your fear. “Where is what?”
The biggest one steps up, you assume he’s probably the boss. “Deku was here, meaning he had to have given you something, where is it?”
Your eye twitches as you look around the room, “you stripped my whole apartment…over something that isn’t even here!?” Anger begins to boil within you, “ this is outrageous! I can not believe this!”
The members begin to chatter with each other.
‘Nothing is here….?’
‘Something has to be, Deku doesn’t just make friendly visits.’
You march up to the boss and start pointing your finger in his face. “You are going to be paying for everything-” The man doesn’t look very happy making you quiet down. “It’s okay, I’ll just file an insurance claim.”
The boss grabs your arm, slamming you up against a wall. “You sure like to talk,” he grins eagerly, “but I have better uses for that pretty little mouth.” The man moves closer to your neck and you start to shiver in disgust wanting to retreat away from him as soon as possible.
“There’s enough to go around boys” The man looks over to his gang, grinning at your petite body.
“Uhhh… I’m on my period, and I have herpes, like really bad herpes.” You lie through your teeth, but they don’t seem to be listening and you start to panic looking around for anything to defend yourself.
Your keys!
As swiftly as you could, you gripped your keys and used it to stab the boss in the eye. “Bitch!” He cusses, dropping you immediately and clutching his eye. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
You back yourself into a corner, holding out your keys as a last pitiful attempt in defense. They started to close in on you, looking very pissed off. You gulp, how royally screwed you were.
In that moment, as fear and desperation surged through your veins, a sudden noise echoed through the apartment. It was a loud crash, the gang members turned their attention toward the noise, momentarily distracted from their pursuit of you.
Through the doorway emerged a figure, clad in a familiar green and black suit. It was Deku, and he didn’t look too happy. You stare at him wide-eyed, and when he catches your eyes, he smiles.
“Trouble just seems to always find you, hm doll?”
The room descended into chaos as Deku fought off the assailants, his movements a blur of strength and skill. The tide turned in your favor as the odds shifted in the presence of your villain friend.
As the last of the gang members fell to the ground, subdued and defeated, Deku turned his attention toward you. He doesn’t seem the least bit fazed and just fixes his tie.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
You take a moment to catch your breath, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded. Despite the chaos around you, a sense of relief washes over you as you realize you're safe, thanks to Deku's intervention.
“You’re just a magnet for villains aren’t you-” his playful remark is interrupted as you stand up and hug him, squeezing him as hard as you could.
“I was so scared.” You whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek.
He’s frozen still for a second, before his hands are embracing you back. “So you can stand up to the number one villain, but you're scared of these bozos? I’m insulted.”
You laugh through your tears. “Shut up.”
As the adrenaline subsides, you notice the aftermath of the fight. Broken furniture, scattered debris, and the defeated gang members lying on the floor. You pull away from Deku and look around your empty room. “They took everything, I…I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
His eyes flicker up to your face, watching your expression contort as you make up different ideas in your head. Maybe you could stay at a hotel, or your moms…
“You’re bleeding.”
“Huh?” You glance over at Deku, he’s pointing at your thigh, and he was right, you were bleeding. “Oh shit,” because of the adrenaline you didn’t notice when you accidentally stabbed yourself with your key.
“Let me take care of you,” Deku says, effortlessly picking you up into his arms. “Let’s call it, returning a favor.”
☆.｡.:*"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭." ･ﾟﾟ･｡ Y/n L/n loved the sparkle of a jewel, the reflection of gold, and the icy feeling of heavy diamonds on her neck. She always wore gloves, black silky gloves that comforted her hands perfectly. With her sexy body and ruby red lips, she could have any man she wants. With just a few flirty looks, and a couple of sly words, the gloves slide off easily once they make it to the hotel room, and once her bare hand touches the man's chest…he'll freeze and become gold. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭. ｡･ﾟﾟ･
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Chapter Two
Mufusha Police Station
“What’s happened to the kid?” Two police officers stood in the waiting room. Y/n sat at one of the tables, a burger and milkshake laid out in front of her. The two officers, both male, one tall and skinny, who had been one of the officers to find Y/N, and had bought the food. The other one, a little more on the chubby side, was asking questions.
“Parents killed in front of her,” the skinny officer answers. They gossiped shamelessly in front of Y/n, but the girl stayed frozen on the bench. “Poor kid, wonder what’s going on in her head.”
“Cut it out you too,” another officer walks in, she was the second officer that arrived at the scene. “She’s literally sitting right there. She can hear you.” The woman crouches in front of Y/n, her motherly instance shouting at her to comfort the sad child.
Y/n expression doesn’t change, her focus was on the shiny bracelet on the officer’s wrist. The diamonds on it were sparkling and gold lining shined with the lights.
“Hey sweet pea, how ya holding up?” The officer’s name tag read, Kimi. “Is that your teddy bear? Will you introduce me to her?”
Y/n doesn’t respond, but she holds her teddy up for Officer Kimi to see. “She’s beautiful, definitely needs a bath,” Kimi laughs kindly. “Aren’t you hungry? You haven’t touched your food.”
“Just leave the kid alone Kimi, she’s been through something traumatic.” The cubby officer, Kohaku, says. He walks over to Kimi and puts his hand on Y/n’s shoulder, “she’s probably got a lot of thoughts in her head. The last thing she needs is someone coddling her.”
“Oh shut up Kohaku.” Officer Kimi replies, “saying nothing isn’t going to help her either.”
The officers would continue to bicker for a few minutes before the skinny officer finally speaks up. “Both of you, stop it,” Officer Yori walks over next to Officer Kohaku, “just give her some breathing room, her parents just died.”
Both the officers mutter some apologies and move away from Y/n. Silence comforts the room until Officer Kimi speaks up, “uh have any of you guys seen my bracelet? I swear I just had it.”
“You're not even supposed to be wearing jewelry while in uniform. Maybe you left it in the lockers?” Officer Kohaku was sitting across the room. His phone and a doughnut laid in front of him.
“No, I had it on. My mother gave it to me before she died, I was wearing it for her.” Kimi patted down her pockets, and searched the area around her. The bracelet was nowhere to be found.
“Is it over there?” Kimi bends down to look under the benches. She sighs in frustration when she finds nothing there. “Maybe it fell off before I entered the room.” She groans walking towards the door, as she’s about to exit a woman bursts in.
She was dressed quite nicely, a pair of sunglasses hid her identity. She wails as soon as she spots Y/n, “oh my Y/n!” She removes the glasses and reveals her beautiful face. “Oh darling, are you okay?”
“Must be her Aunt,” Officer Yori whispers.
“Total babe,” Office Kohaku replies.
Tanaka Misaki turns to Officer Kimi, and grabs her hands. With a smile, Tanaka says “thank you so much for taking care of her!” The smile drops instantly when she looks over her shoulder at the two male officers. She looks them up and down with disgust and flips her scarf. “Come on Y/n, I’m sure you're exhausted.”
Tanaka holds her hand out for the child. Without a word Y/n scoots out her chair and takes the hand. Quickly Tanaka pulls her niece out of the room. Tanaka pulls out her phone, the cheery voice she had used earlier now gone.
She taps at the screen a bit before putting the phone to her ear. “Yes Kameyo, I got Isa’s kid. What do you want me to do with her?”
A suited man stands by the entrance of the police station, as Tanaka and Y/n nears he opens the door and pops open an umbrella. It was raining heavily outside. “You want me to do what?” Tanaka shouts into the phone, walking out the station towards a sleek black limo. Y/n did her best to keep up with her Aunt.
The driver opens the limo’s door as Tanaka nears, and she enters swiftly. She’s still talking on the phone “I’m not raising Isa’s love baby, I have better things to do!” Y/n follows behind, her clothes a little wet from the rain.
The limo goes quiet for a little before Tanaka speaks again, her tone less aggressive. “Yes...yes, I understand.” The phone call ends and Tanaka screams loudly, kicking her feet in frustration. Y/n flinches and scoots closer to the car door.
Y/n had never personally met her Aunt. At least not at an age she can remember. Her mother never really spoke much about her side of the family.
“Where to Marigold?” A voice emits from a speaker built in the side of the limo. “I suggest a hotel to wait out the rain.”
Tanaka presses the small button under the speaker. “The best orphanage in this stupid town,” she says.
“Very well.” It calls back.
Tanaka takes a deep breath, sitting back in her seat.“Raise a child? What do I look like to that idiot!” She’s grumbling under her breath, “I told Isa that man was bad news. Now I have to look after her kid.”
The limo pulls off. There isn’t much to see out the windows except the glow of passing street lights. Y/n does her best to stay still. Anxious of what her Aunt might do if she caused any trouble.
She looks down into her hand, admiring the bracelet she had stolen from the earlier officer. It was too beautiful not to grab. Tanaka glances over, “what’s that?” Before Y/n could hide the bracelet Tanaka grabs it. “It’s very pretty, where’d you get it from?”
The child fears what her Aunt would say if she figured out she stole it. But she confesses anyway. “I..I took it from that officer, it was really pretty?”
Tanaka doesn’t react the way Y/n figured she would. Instead the woman bursts into laughter. “You stole from a police officer, that’s hilarious!” Her laughter is vile and beautiful at the same time, the type of laugh that could put a chill down a person’s spine.
Y/n finally takes a good look at the woman beside her. Tanaka was very beautiful, she practically shimmered with all the jewelry she wore. It made Y/n wonder if her mom ever looked that pretty.
“I can feel you looking at me Y/n.” She returns the bracelet to your hands. Her grin is nothing but arrogant.
“Sorry.” Y/n squeaks.
“Don’t apologies sugarplum. I’m beautiful, stare all you want.” Tanaka grabs Y/n face, looking over her features. She mutters, “God, you look just like your mother.”
A sense of comfort warms Y/n and she scoots a little closer. “I-I like your earrings,” she complemented. They were a dark emerald green, one of Y/n favorite colors.
Tanaka raises her eyebrows, and grabs a compact mirror from her pocket. “You do?” She said while checking herself out. “They were your mother’s, before she married that fool.”
“Fool?” Y/n ask.
The woman continues to stare at her reflection, trying out different expressions. “Well your father of course, I honestly don’t know what she was thinking.” She puckers out her lips before slamming the portable mirror shut. “A man will always disappoint, no matter how good they try to seem.”
Y/n jumps slightly as her Aunt quickly looks out to her. Tanaka raises her finger at the girl, “rule number one of life, never ever trust a man, they’re pigs, all of them.” Though Y/n has no idea what her Aunt is talking about, she nods.
“You can fuck them, kiss them, use them, kill them, do whatever,” Tanaka continues. “Just don’t fall in love with one. Don’t be like your mother.”
The limo pulls to a stop. “We have arrived,” the intercom says. Tanaka clicks her tongue. Once the door next to Y/n opens both women climb out, covered from the rain by an umbrella. Though the building looked up to date, and quite nice, the fog and perfectly timed lighting struck fear into Y/n’s heart.
The sign above the entrance read. ‘Tsutsumi Children's Home’
Tanaka’s heels click against the wet concrete. “You’ll be staying here for a while.” She was quite fast for someone wearing heels. “Do your best not to get in any trouble, if anything happens, call me.” Y/n almost bumps into Tanaka’s long legs as she suddenly stops. A black card is in her hand, imprinted in gold is a phone number. “Only for emergencies,” she says.
The door is opened by the butler but he does not enter with Y/n and Tanaka. The place seemed to be closed for the night, but Tanaka walks over to the desk and repeatedly taps the golden bell. Her heel tapping against the ground.
It takes a while but eventually a woman emerges from the door behind the best. She yawns before she speaks, “do you know what time of night it is? Visiting hours are over.”
Tanaka has no reaction for the woman’s agitated tone. “This is my niece,” she motions to you, “her parents were killed earlier, and I’m not keeping her. So she’ll be staying here.”
The woman drops her irritated face, and tilts her head. “Uh…ma’am, we-.”
Tanaka wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She digs in her purse before pulling out a large stack of money. The clerk shuts up instantly once the stack of 100,000 yen falls onto the table. Tanaka smirks, “there’s more where that came from if you take her in.”
The clerk considers it in her head. “Well, I would need her papers and-”
“Keep her off the record. I’m not putting her up for adoption, she just needs a place to stay.” Tanaka interrupts. She was skilled at getting what she wanted. It only takes a few more minutes of going back and forth before the clerk finally agrees.
Barely even saying goodbye. Tanaka speeds off. “Bye bye, Y/n! Don’t forget what I said,” is the last thing she says before exiting. The door slams shut and Y/n is left alone with the clerk, Mrs. Kamiko.
“Welcome to Tsutsumi.” Despite how mean she had looked before, she smiled at Y/n kindly. She asks, “It’s Y/n right? Let's get you into a bath before bed.”
The girl mutter a reply, and follows behind Mrs. Kamiko. The orphanage had looked so small from the outside, but past the door behind the counter was a huge corridor. Y/n had walked past a bunch of doors before finally entering one.
When the light turns on, it reveals a large clean bathroom. Mrs. Kamiko instructs Y/n to strip while she starts her bath. Y/n struggles to get out her clothes, but once naked she picks up all her clothing. It was a habit she picked up from home. Her father hated messes. He always told her it was a woman’s job to clean up after a man, and herself.
“Oh my!” Mrs. Kamiko gasped. She was horrified when she turned around and saw Y/n’s body. The child was so slim you could see her ribs, and her body was littered with scars and blood stains. Mrs. Kamiko drops to her knees. “Child! Who did this to you?” She says.
“Daddy,” Y/n says simply, “but he’s dead now so you don’t have to worry.”
Mrs. Kamiko takes the clothes out of Y/n’s arms. Her eyes scan the girl thoroughly. She mutters, “you poor thing.” Before grabbing Y/n into a warm embrace. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through.”
Her embrace is warm. A comfort Y/n hadn’t realized she’d been missing. Her arms go weak, but she still manages to lift them to embrace the woman back. Unknowingly, tears flew out of the girls eyes
Y/n is surprised by the loud sob she lets out. The noise almost scared her. Mrs. Kamiko begins to rub her back, uttering small words of comfort. Y/n can’t hold back her hideous sobs anymore.
Mrs. Kamiko would say things like “It’s okay child.” Or, “ you’re safe now.” She held Y/n tightly. A protective embrace the young girl had sought for so long. Though now she was safe within Mrs. Kamiko’s arms, Y/n couldn’t get her eyes off the diamond studs pierced in Mrs. Kamiko’s ears.
She was still wailing, but her eyes couldn’t leave the sparkly diamond. And in the moment, throughout all the comfort and pain. Y/n finally figured out what it truly meant to be greedy. Why her parents drove themselves to their own demise.
Y/n’s able to soothe herself with the comforting thought of having those diamonds to herself. But even then she could tell that she’d want more. Bigger, and shiner. She was no better than her father.
☆.｡.:*"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭." ･ﾟﾟ･｡ Y/n L/n loved the sparkle of a jewel, the reflection of gold, and the icy feeling of heavy diamonds on her neck. She always wore gloves, black silky gloves that comforted her hands perfectly. With her sexy body and ruby red lips, she could have any man she wants. With just a few flirty looks, and a couple of sly words, the gloves slide off easily once they make it to the hotel room, and once her bare hand touches the man's chest…he'll freeze and become gold. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭. ｡･ﾟﾟ･
Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Rating: mature, abuse, criminal activities, some sexual mentions
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This is part one!
Chapter One
The L/n Family
One thing about the (L/n) family is that they were greedy. Sada L/n was a man greedy for power, he would do anything to feel above. Isa Misaki was a woman who was greedy for a family, she longed to have a child of her own. But you can only greed so much in life before nothing will satisfy you, and when Sada (L/n) reached that point, he took it out on the people around him. His family. Isa Misaki would never get what she longed for, and she was extremely desperate to get it too.
It was pathetic. She was pathetic.
“Please..don’t hurt me!” Isa wailed. Her husband stood above her, smacking her into absolute submission. These days the abuse never stopped, it would only get worse. Y/n could hear it from the living room, Isa’s agonizing cries were louder than her cartoon. Screams turned into spaced out whimpers and the beating finally stops, but only for a brief second as Sada finishes his beer.
Y/n would always watch, though she wasn’t supposed to. Sada had no mercy towards his wife or his kid, Y/n would be next if she made her presence known. But despite her best to stay invisible, Sada notices Y/n stare and he walks over to the living room.
“No!” Isa screams, “No not my baby! Anything but that.” Foolishly, she grabs onto his boot. Her begs would do nothing but cause more trouble. Sada throws the beer bottle on the floor, and it shatters upon impact with the rickety wooden floor.
“Shut the fuck up!” He shouts, kicking off Isa weak hold on his shoe. Y/n cowards on the couch, bringing her body as close to itself as she could, each of her father’s heavy footsteps sinking her heart into her chest further and further. Y/n was afraid.
Sada stands in front of his child, rolling his neck before he crouches down to Y/n’s level. She was struck with an uneasy feeling, the pressure from his gaze enough to make her want to melt.
“Daddy?” Y/n says. Sada’s hands grab her head and force her to look at Isa, she was injured from the glass, her blood flowing out her hand and onto the floor. Y/n would probably end up having to clean that later.
“Look at that,” Sada says, “look at your pathetic excuse of a mother.” Y/n knew better than to cry, so she clenched her jaw. “That is exactly what happens when you fail to satisfy a man,” Sada turns Y/n’s head back to him. “You know I love you right?”
Y/n doesn’t move, and Sada presses his hands into her head harder. “You know I love you right?” He repeats with more pressure, “I love you and your mother, Daddy’s just teaching you both a lesson.”
He’d always say that. The words became all too familiar to Y/n, she thinks to herself. If this is love, then I don’t ever wanna be loved. But responds to her father, “yes Daddy, I love you too.”
Sada lets go of her head, and walks to his bedroom down the hallway. The slam of the door shakes the house. Y/n walks over to her Isa, she’s on the ground whimpering pathetically.
As much as Y/n hated her father, she hated her mother just as much. Isa looks up at Y/n, a tear rolling down her bruised cheek. “Be careful darling, there’s glass, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She scoots closer and pets Y/n hair, smoothing over her (H/c) locks and smiling. “My beautiful baby girl, you are so wonderful.”
Y/n stared at her mother with a blank face. The pity had worn off years ago. Y/n could only look at her mother and feel nothing. “All I’ve ever wanted was a child of my own to love,” a couple tears fall from Isa's eyes, she laughs pitifully. “And you look at me with such hatred.”
The bedroom door down the hallway slams open, and Sada enters the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth. He looks down at Isa and grins, and the woman’s expression drops.
She shouted, “No, no, no.” But Sada never listened, he just grabbed her foot and dragged her down the hallway to the bedroom. Isa screams are louder than they were before, but the agony is muffled when Sada slams the bedroom door shut.
The sound of their metal bed squeaking was nothing new to Y/n. Sometimes the girl would wish a hero would come and take her father away. She’d only heard about heroes from the news channel Sada would watch every Sunday morning. They were supposed to keep people safe, and save them from evil people.
Y/n walked back into the living room and grabbed her toy, one of the only gifts she had managed to keep out of sight from her father. Sada had the habit of throwing away her toys.
“Here I am!” Y/n whispers, mimicking what she imagined a hero’s voice would sound like. “Sorry I took so long, but everything is going to be okay!”
She imagined the hero flying over houses and landing right at their front door. They’d kick the door down and take you and your mother away to a better life. Something lavish with rubies and gold. It was a foolish fantasy, that would never happen.
Y/n jumps when the bedroom door opens, and her father enters the kitchen again. He’s shirtless, giving sight to the bruises and scratches on his body. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, and before Y/n could sneak away, he catches her.
“What did I tell you about playing in the kitchen?” His loud booms throughout Y/n entire body, she hated when he focused on her. His attention was the most unsettling.
Y/n turns to him and lowers her head. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she said.
Sada pops open his beer, taking a swig before he speaks. “No respect. I need to teach you some respect.” He always had the ability to make others feel small, and just staring at his timid scared daughter fed Sada’s ego. “When Daddy sets a rule down, you follow it or there will be consequences.”
He puts the beer down on the counter and rubs his mustache. He’s thinking, a sign that Y/n’s punishment would be worse than usual. She tightens her hold on her bear, and Kada notices it.
“Give me the bear,” he demands, his hand stretched out.
Y/n shook her head, her knees almost giving in from the fear inside her gut. Kada clicks his tongue, he didn’t appreciate a disobedient girl. “Give me the fucking bear!” He shouts again, “when a man tells you to do something, you do it!”
He didn’t like having to ask three times and grabs the belt he had beaten Isa with earlier. Y/n stared at the ground as Kaba folded the belt in preparation to hit his daughter. He mutters, “you’re just like your fucking mother.”
It was common for Y/n to space out during beatings, she’d imagine what her life would be like if she had been born in a different family, or maybe if she hadn’t been born at all. Y/n awaited the first strike, but instead her ear rings from the loud sound of a gun fire.
When Y/n opened her eyes, it was like everything was in slow motion. The way her father’s expression changes, the belt dropping to the floor as well as Kaba’s body. It makes a loud thump that echoes under the floorboards.
Y/n looked down the hallway, her mother stood there with a pistol. It was the only time Y/n had seen her mother look so determined and confident. “Mommy?” Y/n whispers. She could hear her mothers heavy breaths over the cartoons still playing in the living room.
Isa doesn’t speak a word, turning the gun around to her chin. A second fire is heard and another thump echoes in the floorboard. Y/n walks over to her mother’s fallen body, her steps imprinted on the floor by her father’s blood.
“Mommy?” Y/n repeats. Her teddy bear falling into the pool of blood around her mom, the cotton soaking the liquid up. The girl falls to her knees, and she calls for her mother again as she shakes her. “Wake up.” She knew her pleads would go unanswered, and that her mother would not be waking up anytime soon. Probably for the best that she didn’t. Yet the little girl still calls out for her mother, “please wake up.”
Though the windows were covered by curtains the vibrant blue and red lights of a police car flashed over the two bodies. There were some footsteps before the busted doorbell rang through the house.
Have you ever loved someone so much you created a fantasy virtual world to have sex with them? No?…..Okay.
Izuku Midoryia x Reader
Rating: mature, smut
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“Going stupid on that cock huh?”
You couldn’t speak, your body stuffed with Izuku’s cock. He relentlessly pounded into you while you held onto his shoulder for dear life.
He groans into your ear. ”Answer me baby.”
“Yes-yes- mhh!” You struggled to moan out, some drool coming out your mouth. Your nails start to poke into Izuku’s back. You're unable to see and only hold onto Izuku in hopes you won't get lost in the abyss of pleasure you were in.
You can hear Izuku chuckle, “relax baby you're gonna make me cum too fast.”
You close your eyes, doing your best to breathe while relaxing your muscles.
“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 6:00PM, NOW SHUTTING DOWN”
The word goes black as you're brought back to reality. You remove the headset from your face, wiping some sweat from your forehead.
“How was that?” The intercom turns on, Mei Hatsumes voice speaking into it.
You look over at her through the glass doors, a smile on your face. “It felt so real Mei, your work is amazing.”
“Our work,” she corrects, pressing a button to release cold air into the chamber. “And of course it is a VR sexual experience you can actually feel, now that’s the future.”
The door makes a loud click as it unlocks. You grab a towel before exiting and heading up the stairs towards your shared office.
“So you're gonna tell me why you chose Deku as your male participant?”
You pause as you enter, looking at Mei with a shocked face. “You looked at the code didn’t you?”
“Duh! Now tell me everything.”
You sigh in defeat as you slumped into your chair, “so maybe being able to feel him up everytime he rips his suit was kinda getting to my head.”
“So that’s why you wanted to make this,” Mei allows a smirk to come over her face. “Pervert!” She shouts playfully, pointing a finger at you.
Pouting as you let out a small whine, you cross your arms. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so bad, but it was just out of reach?”
“You two are pretty close, so why would he reject you?”
“Have you seen the curves on Uraraka-san? You should have seen them in UA, it was disgusting how obvious it was that she was crushing on him,” you stare at the framed photo of you and Izuku at graduation.
“Doesn’t mean he liked her,” Mei mutters, shrugging her shoulders before abruptly turning your chair to face her. “Use the VR again.”
You raise a brow, “huh? I just got off and it’s 6:30.”
“Just go!” She persists, pulling you out the seat and pushing you out the officer door. “I wanna try something so get going!” She gives you one last push before slamming the door, you huff before going back down the stairs.
“Mei, can’t this wait for tomorrow?”
“Is someone talking?” She blankly ignores you, opening the glass chamber to the VR testing room.
“Mei!” You groan, reluctantly going into the room. “Whatever your testing, it better be worth it.”
She locks the door as you place the body pins on your chest, you take a deep breath before putting on the headset. The system loads you up before eventually you're placed in a different reality.
“Y/n? Are you okay?”
The system specs in your eyes, loading as you get used to your surroundings. “Oh! Yes, I’m fine,” you blink a few times as your vision clears.
You're in a fancy restaurant, one that was illuminated by an orange light setting. Across from you is Izuku Midoriya, dressed in a fancy black suit. He smiles at you, a little bit of concern in his eyes. “Are you sure? Maybe you had too much wine?”
You giggle at his caring nature, “It’s nothing Deku, I just spaced out a bit”
He places a hand over yours. “Please...just call me Izuku.” Your face heats up at the contact, and a smile melts onto your face.
The waiter comes up to the table, a few more behind him. “Here is your check Mr and Mrs, and a complimentary champagne on us,” the waitress places a tray down, smiling at the two of you.
They walk away and you reach for the check, but Izuku grabs it from you shaking his head slightly. “What type of man would I be if I let you pay?”
“Oh, it’s okay Izuku, you do so much for me already….let me pay you back at least.”
He places his card in the checkbook, placing it down by the edge of the table. “You can pay me back later, tonight.” His voice is deep, hotter than it was before.
“O-oh” You flush.
“Y/n? Hatsume-san?”
Mei slams her laptop shut as an uninvited guest enters the office. “Deku! What a surprise, come here for some more testing?”
Izuku shakes his head with a small chuckle, “I’m here to see Y/n, she wasn’t answering her phone.”
Opportunity rushes into Mei's head and her grin widens. “Y/n is just testing our latest invention,” she points out the large window and Izuku walks over to look out.
He arches a brow, “is there something wrong with her?”
You were a sight to see, sitting down on a couch with your legs spreaded. Neck craned back with your mouth opening from time to time.
“We're still working on the name but introducing Fantasy VR, this baby allows you to have sex with anyone of your choosing.”
“Like..transportation?” Izuku asks.
“Illusions, nobody’s actually in there. Just Y/n’s subconscious, and the code of whoever she is doing it with. ” Mei explains, watching your trembling body. “I wonder who it is.”
“Me too,” He whispers.
Your heart rate spikes up, sounding an alarm on Mei’s closed computer. The girl grabs a nearby tablet before turning off your simulation. Izuku watches as you pull the headset off, brushing the sweaty hairs out of your face.
“This is literally the best thing ever Mei, we gotta make it portable.” You let out a laugh of amusement, “having sex with I-”
“You have a visitor!” She interrupts you, pressing the AC button. Confused you look at the window, the man that had just “fucked” you standing next to your best friend.
Shit.
The door clicks as it unlocks and you pull it open before exiting. It was like the walk of shame as you went up the stairs, with every step more embarrassment built within you. “Heyyy Deku…” You enter the office, grabbing the towel you left at your desk. “What brings you here?”
You try your best to act nonchalant, despite the blush that creeps up your cheeks. Izuku raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. I was just worried. Are you okay?"
“Fuck, it’s friday isn’t it.” You facepalm, groaning into your hand. “Shit, I’m sorry”
“It’s okay, it seems like you’ve been busy.” He jokes, chuckling slightly at your flustered state.
You give him a sheepish smile, using the towel to wipe off the remaining sweat from your face. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was... testing out a new VR invention Mei and I have been working on.”
“Hey lovebirds calm it down a bit, I need to use Deku,” Mei interrupts the two of you, patting her plastic model of the VR headset. “I haven’t tried this baby on a male yet, since he’s here at perfect timing.”
You shake your head at her with a disapproving look, “no, it’s still just a prototype we don’t know what the after effects could be-.
“Sure.”
You turn to Izuku shocked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Deku, you don’t have to do this, it’s just a prototype, the effects-.”
He shakes his head, “It’s fine, I owe it to you guys for always fixing my suit.” He glances out the window, “besides, I’ll be locked in a quirk-proof chamber, it’ll be fine.”
“Testroom 5” Mei tells Izuku as he exits.
“Are you insane?!” You whisper yell once the door shuts.
“This is your chance to see who Deku wet dreams about” She says suggestively, typing quickly on her laptop.
“I don’t want to invade his personal privacy,”
“You already invaded it when you made a device to have virtual sex with him.” She continues to type, “I saw an opportunity and I took it, you’ll stay single forever if you don’t take chances.”
“What if it fails, and he likes someone else…” Your voice drops, looking down to the floor.
“Then that’s it, at least you’d know”
“Hey, you guys ready?” Deku's voice interrupts the two of you, Mei clicks the mic button before speaking.
“Sending Y/n in to help you with the body pins”
“What is this fucked up romance going on in your head?” You question, crossing your arms at her. “Expect me to just confess my overlonging feelings for him as I help him with body pins?” You walk over to the office door, before mocking yourself “oh Deku, I’ve loved you since high school and I created a whole sexual fantasy land because of how badly I wanted to have sex with you, yeah that sounds fucking romantic.”
Mei spins to face you, “it’ll be something like that.”
You scoff at her before exiting and marching down the steps. “Alright hot stuff you know the drill, shirt off.” Deku complies immediately, tugging his shirt off overhead and giving you a view of his abs. He throws the cloth onto the couch in the room and you walk over and smooth a hand over his chest before placing the clips.
“So how does this work?” He breaks the silence.
You stick on the last pin “you can have sex with anyone of your choosing, just think of them while the VR loads your subconscious into the programmed reality.”
“Hey, I’m going to get some takeout,” Mei’s loud voice booms in the chamber, scaring the both of you.
“Okay!” You shout back, grabbing the headset and handing it to Izuku. “You’ll be in there for 30 to 60 minutes, and nothing will happen to you here…besides the moaning and whatnot but, that’s why we have soundproof chambers.”
He places the VR above his eyes, and you help fit the strap to his head size. It was hard trying to keep his green curls out the velcro strap, you have to note to make an easier way to put the headset on. “Also, try not to get into stressful situations, the headset will kick you out if your heart rate goes up too high, don’t want you to have a heart attack.”
He nods. “You said it could be anyone right?”
“Mhm!” You finished tightening it, stepping back a bit with a victorious grin. “You could have sex with Dynamight if you wanted-...” Izuku doesn’t look amused at your joke. “Yeah…that sounded better in my head- okay! So enjoy and I’ll be up there keeping an eye on your vitals.”
He lets out a hum before sliding the headset down, a second passes before you leave. You tug at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Did Mei lock you in before she left?
“Fuck-fuck, Mei! I’ll kill you for this!” You shout, still roughly trying to open the door which still wouldn’t budge. “Aww fuck me” You curse, walking over to the couch in defeat. Now you’ll have to listen to Izuku fuck who ever he wants. “I’m going to murder you Mei Hatsume!”
As you sit on the couch, frustration and embarrassment wash over you. You can't believe Mei locked you in the room, leaving you to listen to whatever is happening inside the virtual reality chamber. You look at Izuku, who stands in front of you still unaware of your presence in the room. You should wake him up, savor the little bit of his privacy you haven’t invaded.
But…you’ve never tested interrupting the fantasy while the VR was still active. It could have very dangerous effects. Shit.
A bead of sweat drops down Izuku’s chest, and his fist clenches. You watch through your lashes, staring at the bead as it slowly moves through the maze of Izuku’s chest. How lucky.
Eyes landed on a boner sitting in Izuku’s pants, gosh and he was packing. Your eyes widen and you place a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.
“Puppy-” He groans out, his fist clenching again.
You feel a spark in your pussy, as you clench around nothing. He groans again, making you moan at the feeling it brought to you. “Shit-” you curse, crossing your legs before chewing on your bottom lip.
His hips seemed to thrust every now and then and more sweat rolled down his chest. It was a heavenly sight to see and you had a front row seat, but the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.
You uncross your legs and hand drifts in between your legs, pressing at your clothed clit to try and relieve some of the pressure. You moan, clasping a hand over your mouth before looking over Izuku to see if he had heard you.
He remained the same.
You hand teases the waistband of your sweat pants, and your eyes darted at the glass wall from time to time, making sure Mei wasn’t back at the office yet.
“Y-your such a good girl- taking my cock like this- ah..fuck.”
You unconsciously whine, allowing your fingers to do as they please as you listen to Izuku’s grunts and cries. It felt heavenly, the risk of getting caught adding more pleasure to it all.
“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 8:30PM NOW SHUTTING DOWN”
Damn, you glared at the speaker. Taking your hand out your pants, still unsatisfied. Izuku should have taken off his headset by now, but he remained still.
“Deku?” You squeak, afraid of the questions he might ask.
The male remains unresponsive.
You arch a brow, swallowing your pride and getting up to take his headset off. “Hey, Deku…are you okay?”
You pull the VR above his eyes, and his dark green orbs immediately meet with yours. “Deku?” You ask again, but there still isn’t a response.
You're cut off when Izuku slams you against the glass wall of the chamber, the sound of the VR headset crashing to the ground making you cringe. “Midoriya-?”
“I’ve always wondered why you never call me by my first name.”
His mouth traces over your ear as he whispers into it, a shiver goes down your spine leaving you at a loss for words. “I don’t think you understand what you do to me Y/n.”
He moves so his face is in front of yours. His eyes were filled with lust, so different from the way he’d always look at you. “Say it.”
“W-what?” You quiver, feeling tiny in between Izuku’s arms and the wall. “Say what?”
“My name!” You squeeze your eyes shut as he shouts. He mutters an apology, taking a second to breath. “Please. Say my name.”
“Deku?”
“No.” He says in a faint whisper, “my first name.”
“I-izuku,” you hesitate, unable to figure out what could be the cause of Izuku’s sudden actions. It had to be a side effect from the headset, but what could you do? It didn’t seem like Izuku wanted to hurt you, so what..-Your lips never felt anything so warm and soft, your eyes widened as Izuku’s sudden kiss made your knees feel weak.
He caught you before you could fall, slotting himself in between your legs. Hypnotized by the drunk feeling his scent gave you, slowly you parted your lips and allowed Izuku’s tongue to slip inside.
He pulls away, moving his face into the nape of your neck. You gasp for air as finally you're able to think, but your thoughts are stolen from you as Izuku presses his boner into your clothed pussy.
“Ah-! Izuku-” You squeak in surprise, holding onto his shoulders.
“Who did you fuck?” He continues to rub himself against you, staring you directly in the eyes. “Come on puppy, tell me who you fucked with that damned machine.”
You can’t think, looking up at the ceiling as all the built up pressure from before was finally being let out. It felt wonderful, fantastic, so good you wanted to pull away from it.
“Who.” He stops humping you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down at him, “did you fuck?”
You hesitate, feeling embarrassed but Izuku wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. He presses himself up against you roughly, making you speak out. “You!” You shout, “I made the whole thing for you!”
He groaned in response, “gonna make you feel so good.”
Your back hits the soft couch in the room, Izuku’s body never straying too far from yours. He tugs at the ends of your sweatpants, and you lift your butt up to help him pull it off.
The garment is tossed to the side and his hands run up and down your thighs. He brings his face in between your legs, nudging his nose into your panties and taking a huge sniff. You let out a small gasp before he’s sliding your panties off.
He doesn’t wait before he starts to devour you. His tongue licked up the slit of your pussy as he pushed your thighs up against his shoulders.
“Oh shit-!” You squeak, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch his green curls bounce as his head moves in between your legs. He sticks a finger inside of you before starting to suck on your clit making you drop your head back with a loud moan.
You drop onto your back, filled with helpless pleasure as your hands begin to reach for something to hold onto. Your hands find themselves in Izuku’s hair and you swear you can feel him smile into your pussy.
A feeling begins to coil in your stomach, you were close and Izuku wasn’t planning on stopping yet. You started to push his head down, moaning out desperately from him to make you cum.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling inside you finally comes undone, Izuku laps up your juices before tapping on your leg to let him go. Once he’s released, he crawls back over you with a sweet smile on his face, one that looks so innocent in contrast to his recent actions. You're both catching your breaths, chests heaving up and down in sync.
He kisses you, the taste of yourself still on his lips, but you're too spaced out to care, caught up in your own pleasure and excitement. Your hands begin to travel down his chest, starting to tug downwards at his pants.
He chuckles. “Can’t wait, can you?”
“Shut up and lose the pants.”
He pulls away slightly, pulling down his pants and taking his boxers with him. Your jaw slacks when you see his dick, it was bigger than how it looked on the VR. He takes pride in your reaction, a smirk reaching his lips as he crawls back on top of you.
“I never want to see you use that machine, ever again,” his mouth hovers over your ear, “when you want sex, you come to me, not some fucking piece of plastic.”
His hips move slightly before you feel the tip of his dick poking your entrance. His right hand comes up to lace fingers with yours, the two of you just staring at one another intently. Slowly his hips move forward and he starts to enter you. Your grip on his hand tightens and you hold onto his arm, pain seeping within your body as he ventures deeper inside.
He bottoms out inside you, staying completely still as you adjust to the size within you. His face is in the crook of your neck, distracting you with kissing and sweet nothings.
You gasp out the breath you hadn’t known you had been holding, a small string of curses coming out of your mouth.
“God fuck,” he whispers. “Waited too damn long.”
The feeling of pain subsided into an uncomfortable sensation, and your legs wrapped around Izuku, forcing him to move further into you. You both moan from pleasure, and Izuku takes it as his sign to start moving, going slow in case you're still adjusting.
You cry out for him, holding onto his arms as you pleaded for him to move faster, “please Izuku, god please.” He had you hypnotized, drunk off his kisses and intoxicated by his smell.
“Ah-mhmm, haaa-” You're unable to speak, your mouth hanging open as Izuku rocked in and out of you. He captures your mouth again, the kiss is messy which only adds more to your fantasy.
“Mm fuck” he curses as he pulls away from the kiss. You start to whine out broken praises, feeling the warmth of your upcoming orgasm starting to build up. You can’t think, not a single thought is able to process in your mind, tears begin to flow out your eyes and you cover your mouth with your hand.
Your voice threatens to scream out and the lack of oxygen makes you feel slightly light headed, the room spinning around you. He groans at your now muffled whimpers, his finger going down to your clit and starting playing with it.
It felt like time slowed down as your building up orgasm tumbled down, you stared Izuku in the eyes as your entire body just stopped functioning. He doesn’t stop though, but you can feel the long thick streams of cum spurt from his cock inside you, both of you sweaty messes.
A couple more thrusts for good measure before he collapsed on top of you. The world doesn’t come back to you yet, you basically been fucked dumb. You start to catch your breath, struggling with the heavy weight on top of your body.
“Izuku?” You whisper. No reply.
You move your head to look at him, the man was knocked out. A small groan escapes you as you start to wiggle, accidentally pushing Izuku off the couch and onto the floor when you attempt to lift him.
“Shit,” you curse.
Looking around the room, you had almost forgotten where you were, what you were doing, and you totally just took advantage of your best friend as he was not in his right mind. He was under the influence of the side effects of the VR and you completely took advantage of that!
Your hands begin to run through your hair as a million thoughts processed through your head at once. Holy shit, you actually just had sex with Izuku Midoryia, who is not only the number one hero, your best client, and your literal best friend.
Would he be disgusted? Mortified, maybe he would feel bad for you. “Fuck!” You curse again, hopping off the couch and searching for your clothes. Oh shit, Mei! Who knows how long you had been in here with him, what if she had seen you?!
You quickly put your clothes back on, before grabbing Izuku’s boxers and attempting to put them back on him. It was the least you could do, after you exploited him. You fold his pants up and place them neatly on the couch before walking over to the door and pulling at it again. It still wouldn’t budge!
Wait a minute…this was test chamber number 5 right?
Instead of pulling at the door, you give it a small push and it opens easily. “No…fucking-” you mutter under your breath.
You quickly exit the room, giving Izuku’s unconscious body one last look before you swiftly make your way to the exit. He’d be fine, those test chambers were one of the safest places in Musutafu.
“I’m sorry Izuku.”
It had been a week, a whole week of you arriving to work stupidly early and leaving just before Izuku’s patrol schedule would give him enough time to stop by. A whole week of ignoring all the messages you’d been receiving on your phone, most of them from Izuku.
It was a Wednesday morning, Mei would be coming in quite late since she had to run some errands across town. You were currently on a small break, taking small bites of your oatmeal as you watched your favorite show on your laptop.
But you couldn’t focus. A million thoughts and each of them were about Izuku, the way he made your body feel, the sounds that came out of him, how his tongue felt in between your legs.
There was no way you could ever look at Izuku the same again. How could you ever apologize for what you did, and to make matters worse, you just left him half-naked in that chamber.
What could he possibly have to say to you?
“Hey.”
You clicked the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the show and turning over to the door of your office. Izuku stood there dressed in his regular clothes with a bag strapped over his shoulder.
Your eyes widen but you're quick to mask your look of surprise with an awkward smile. “Hey.”
A moment of silence passes before you clear your throat. “It’s um, very early, what are you doing here?”
He doesn’t say anything, almost like he forgot himself. “Oh yeah…My suit, it’s um…ripped.”
You hate that Mei isn’t here so you can’t just throw this onto her. With a small sigh you get up from your chair, tossing your blanket aside and walking over to Izuku. “Come on, let’s get that fixed up.”
No matter what happens between you and Izuku, you still would never want him to go somewhere else to fix his suit. It’s like cheating on your hairdresser.
It was unbearably silent between you two. Your plan was to act like Friday never happened but it was easier said than done, just seeing Izuku made you want to clench your legs together.
“You haven’t been answering my messages, or calls.”
There it was, the elephant in the room. How were you supposed to act like nothing happened between you two, when you’ve been ignoring him for the whole week!
“My phone has been acting weird, I think it might be broken,” you mutter out a lame excuse as you take Izuku’s suit out the bag and lay it out on the table. Like hell he would believe that. Your best friend could make a whole new brand of phone that would be 100 times better than any phone you could buy now.
He only clicks his tongue and nods and you begin to look over the suit for the damage. “It’s over here,” you almost squeak as you feel a chest press up behind you, Izuku leaning over you to point at where the rips were.
“Thanks,” you mutter out breathlessly, his actions not helping to the throbbing in between your legs. The way his abs felt pressed against your back reminded you of how he held you up against that wall, humping himself in between your legs to pleasure himself and you.
You stop yourself before you lean back into Izuku, moving away from his arms and over to the waist of the suit. If you didn’t know any better, you could say the marks looked intentional. Just too clean to be from a battle, and too straight to not have been done on purpose.
Should you say something? Why would Izuku cut his suit on purpose? No, no, just fix the suit and get him out of here.
You walk over to the nearby computer, typing in a few codes before the table you had set the suit on begins to move, it descended into the floor before it was covered by a glass panel. Some robot hands appeared out from the side before beginning to work on the repairs.
You finish typing on the computer, “alright, should be about 5 minutes.”
“Can we talk?”
A strong smell of bleach enters your nose, the process of repairing is almost done, and is now on the cleaning cycle. The smell is so strong you can’t find yourself to reply to Izuku. “Is it just me, or does that bleach smell really strong?”
“No-”
The smell irritates your mind, it doesn’t help that your heart is racing too. “Geez, that smell is strong,” you breathe out, stumbling out of the cleaning room for some fresh air. Izuku follows behind and though you’ve left the heavily scented room your mind is beginning to spiral.
“Y/n, please, I just wanna talk-” he pleads, but you couldn’t listen if you wanted to run down by fatigue.
“Yesh, yeah, we can talk, just wait here” you put your hand up to stop him. “I’m gonna go get some water.”
He stands still as you make your way to the cafeteria in the building. The cleaning room was quite a ways away now but the annoying smell of lemon bleach clouded your nostrils. You don’t even make it to the cafeteria before you sprint into a nearby bathroom and start to puke your guts out. You attempted to keep your hair from falling into the toilet bowl, but it was quite difficult as you emptied your stomach into the toilet.
You weren’t used to throwing up, you never really drank to that point, and your stomach was normally quite strong when it came to bad food. You stop puking, and rest your face onto the side of the toilet as you catch your breath.
You rub your stomach, it was strange for you to just become sick all of a sudden. Weakly your hand comes up to flush the toilet, and you carefully lift yourself up off the floor. You trudge out the bathroom, leaning against the wall as you take a second to catch your breath.
A weird smell hits your nose, making you want to vomit all over again, and it was coming from outside the bathroom. You walk over to the door and open it, catching one of the building workers who was carrying a plate of food off guard. “Ma’am?” She asks.
“What is that? It smells terrible.”
She brings the plate in front of you, before taking off the cover to show a very beautifully plated breakfast. It looked absolutely delicious, but the sight and smell of it was going to make you throw up again.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you quickly run back into the bathroom as your mouth waters, starting to vomit into the toilet again. The worker follows, placing her tray of food onto the bathroom counter before walking over to help.
She grabs your hair and holds it up, a smooth hand running up and down your back. She lets out a small chuckle, “I was the same way when I first got pregnant.”
Pregnant?
“But--” You try to speak in between breaths, “I’m not pregnant?”
The worker only shushes you, continuing to rub your back. Her words still don’t leave your mind, and now that you think about it, you and Izuku definitely didn’t use a condom, and he was too out of his mind to pull out.
It’s way too early for you to be showing signs this heavily though right?
Right?
The vomiting stops and you sit there and take a moment to catch your breath. The worker stands up, “I’m going to get you some soup, my mother used to make it when I was pregnant, it doesn’t have any strong smells so you’ll be able to eat peacefully.”
She opens one of the cabinets in the bathroom and grabs you a few small white towels, placing them next to you before exiting. You flush the toilet again before slowly standing up, grabbing one of the towels and running some warm water on it.
You drag the cloth over your mouth, wiping away any residue that might be left from your previous puking session.
Pregnant? This couldn’t be real, the universe had to be just toying with you, punishing you for taking advantage of Izuku.
As you stand there, the weight of the possibility settling in, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. Thoughts race through your mind as you try to process the implications of the situation. The worker returns with a bowl of soup, and you gratefully accept it, hoping it will help settle your stomach.
The take out bowl, lifting the lid she had put on it to glance at the soup. She was right, it was odorless, and looked delicious. "Thank you," you manage to say, your voice still shaky.
She gives you a kind smile. "You're welcome, dear. Take your time and eat slowly. It'll help you feel better."
You leave the bathroom with the soup in hand, avoiding the cleaning room where you had left Izuku and entering your office.
Mei turned to you, her laptop was still closed which meant she probably just got here. “Whoa you look like shit.”
“Thanks,” you say swifty, grabbing your bag from a nearby couch. “I’m not feeling well so I’m gonna go home, I have a really bad stomach bug.”
Mei eyes you suspiciously, she had gotten into the habit of doing that after your refusal to tell her what happened last week. With the damages to the VR set, and your constant avoidance of Izuku, it was hard to say nothing happened.
“And this has nothing to do with Deku, who’s currently coming up to the office now.”
Shit. “Nope, nothing! Okay bye!” You burst out of the office and hurried to the elevators, spamming the button so you could get down to the garage floor.
As you anxiously wait for the elevator, your mind races with thoughts of how to handle the situation. You can't face Izuku right now, not when you're still processing the possibility of being pregnant. The elevator doors finally open, and you step inside, relieved to have a momentary escape.
Once you reach the ground floor, you rush to your car in the garage, hoping to make a quick getaway. You start the engine and speed out of the parking lot, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on your shoulders.
Driving aimlessly until you find yourself on a quiet street, parked by the side of the road. Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to come to terms with everything. You feel mixed emotions. What will this mean for your relationship with Izuku? And if you are pregnant, what choices will you have to make?
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. It's clear that you can't continue avoiding Izuku or the situation at hand. Things had just gotten very serious and it was time to face the truth and have an honest conversation with him. You reach for your phone, intending to call him but stop when it rings. He was calling you.
You hesitate. Maybe you should wait. Just until you have some more information. The uncertainty of the situation weighs heavily on your decision-making process. Once Izuku’s call ends you quickly grab your phone, opening your search browser and searching up how early signs can show, and what the symptoms were.
The internet seemed to make it worse, listing each of your symptoms in many different articles. Before you know it you’re starting to cry, small sobs leaving your mouth.
You stared at one of the articles, a huge text practically mocking you. ‘It’s going to be okay!’ But it wasn’t, it was not going to be okay.
Was buying a pregnancy test always so awkward?
The long line on the one register that was open, the simple music they play to drown out the silence in the store.
Standing with a hoodie pulled over your head and a stack of pregnancy tests in your arms, each a different brand, you can't help but feel self-conscious. The aisle you found yourself in seemed so distant from your usual shopping routine, and the music playing in the store only amplifies the awkwardness of the moment.
The weight of your situation hangs heavily on your shoulders while you wait for your turn to make the purchase. You glance around, hoping that no one you know sees you here. The line seems to move at a snail's pace, prolonging your discomfort. Each passing second feels like an eternity as you become acutely aware of the cashier's gaze and the potential judgment of other customers.
You were next in line, but the grandma that was in front of you just decided she wanted to take her sweet time. Pulling out her phone in request that the cashier explain the store’s mobile app to her. You let out a small groan of frustration, starting to tap your foot on the ground.
“Y/n?”
You freeze. Hoping that maybe whoever called your name would figure it wasn’t you.
You almost jump at the small tap of your shoulder, slowly turning around to meet the face of Uraraka.
“Ohhh heyyy Uraraka,” you extended out the words, trying to act surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh I was just patrolling around and wanted to grab a snack,” she says with a sweet smile. “What are you-“ she glances down at the unmistakable items in your hands.
You drop all the pregnancy tests onto the conveyor belt, “I’m just grabbing some items for a friend!” The transaction feels like it takes forever as you fumble for your wallet, your fingers seemingly incapable of functioning properly.
“You know, Deku has been asking about you.” Her voice turns into one of worry, “he says you haven’t been answering his calls.”
You feel a mix of relief and anxiety as Uraraka believes your hurried explanation and doesn't press further about the pregnancy tests. However, her mention of Izuku only adds to your growing unease.
"Yeah, I've just been really busy lately," you reply, attempting to sound nonchalant as you finally locate your wallet and pay for the items. "Lots of stuff going on, you know?"
Uraraka studies your face for a moment, her concern evident in her eyes. She reaches out and gently touches your arm.
"Y/n, if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me," she offers, her voice filled with sincerity.
“Well, I really have to go.” You tell the cashier to keep the change, grabbing your plastic bag. “Bye Uraraka,” you say quickly before walking out the store.
The one thing that could have gone wrong, went really fucking wrong. Uraraka would definitely tell Izuku that she saw you here. You purposely came out into the store when you knew Izuku would be across town patrolling so you wouldn’t have to run into him.
You look at the tests in your bag, it felt like the word ‘pregnancy’ that’s printed on the box was just mocking you. You throw the bag into the passenger seat of your car before getting in, leaning your head on the top of the steering wheel.
“Fuck…fuck!”
You contemplate your options, the right thing to do here was to stop being such a coward and tell Izuku straight up. But you weren’t going to do that, not yet. So you decided on locking yourself in your home until you gained the courage.
While navigating through the street you mind seems to torture you with all types of different sinarios , each of them ending with Izuku finding out and hating you forever.
You step out of the car, once you arrive home, and retrieve the bag of pregnancy tests from the passenger seat. As you enter your apartment, you close the door behind you, creating a barrier between yourself and the outside world. The familiar surroundings offer a temporary sanctuary, shielding you from the uncertainties that have been plaguing your mind.
You toss the bag onto the table, walking over to your fridge and taking out a gallon of water. You were going to need a lot of pee. As you chug down glass after glass, you find yourself pacing back and forth, your thoughts consumed. It is important that you stay honest with Izuku here, but fear grips you tightly.
Sitting down at the table, you reach for the bag of pregnancy tests and carefully examine them. Each test represents a potential answer to the question that has been haunting you. The longer you keep this secret, the harder it will be to face the consequences and find a resolution.
You take the bag and head to the bathroom. Filled with anxiety and hope, you follow the instructions carefully and lay out the multitude of tests you had on the counter.
You sat on the edge of your bathtub, biting down onto your knuckles as you awaited for some form of answer, but your wait was swiftly interrupted by a knock on your door.
Startled by the knock on the door, you quickly stand up, leaving the pregnancy tests on the counter. Your heart races, wondering who could be at your door at a time like this. The interruption adds another layer of tension to an already overwhelming situation.
Your heart almost stops as you peek through the peephole, it’s Deku and he’s holding many brown bags. You want to ignore his knocks, pretend like you weren’t home. But he calls out for you.
“I know you in there. Just open up please.”
Despite the fear inside you demanding you to say no, you opened the door to your friend. “Hey.”
"Hey, Izuku," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "What brings you here?"
Izuku shifts nervously, his gaze flickering from your face to the ground and back again. "I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been answering my calls or messages," he says, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I was really concerned. Are you okay?"
You swallow hard, the weight of your secret pressing heavily upon you. You're not ready to face the potential consequences and the impact it may have on your relationship with him.
"I... I've just been dealing with some personal stuff," you manage to say, though your voice quivers slightly. "I needed some time alone."
Izuku's concern deepens, and he steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Y/n, you know you can always talk to me, right? I'm here for you."
His words are filled with sincerity, and a part of you longs to open up and let him in. But the fear of his reaction and the uncertain future holds you back. You can't bear to lose his friendship, especially not now. You change the subject.
“What cha got there?” You point to the brown bags in his hands.
“Oh- these, some grocery, figured we could make some dinner together.” He says sweetly, walking inside and placing the bags onto the countertop. “I got all the ingredients to make your favorite.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you step closer to inspect the contents of the bags. Izuku's gesture brings a sense of comfort and normalcy to the moment.
As you unpack the groceries together, a sense of ease settles over the room. Throughout the cooking process, conversation flows easily between you. You discuss everyday topics, while he shares villain stories, and engage in laughter that momentarily lifts the weight from your heart.
“You should have seen Mei’s face, she looked more pissed than Bakugou” you chuckle as you chop the carrots. Izuku's laughter is warm, his peace bringing the same butterflies you felt in highschool to your stomach.
"She does have that fiery temper, doesn't she? It must have been quite a sight." He says, standing over by the large pot. You glance over at him, he looks silly with the apron you forced him to wear, but you couldn’t love him any less. It's in these moments that you realize how much you cherish his presence and the connection you share. But there is something important hanging in the air between you.
But for now, you choose to enjoy the simplicity of the present, relishing in the familiar banter that has always made your friendship special. Until a sharp pain shoots through your finger as your hand slips and the knife almost chops your thumb off.
“Shit!” You curse at the pain, holding your hand up and seeing the crimson blood flow out the wound.
“What happened?” Izuku turns around immediately, grabbing a paper towel to help you with the bleeding. “Where’s your first aid kit?”
“The bathroom,” you say, putting pressure on the wound as he leaves the kitchen and walks down the hallway. The pain throbs through your finger, causing you to wince, but none of that matters when you remember what you had laid out in the bathroom.
The pregnancy test!
You follow Izuku's hurried footsteps with your eyes, cursing him in your mind for his quickness. The pain in your injured finger momentarily fades into the background as your thoughts are consumed by the pregnancy tests laid out in the bathroom. But it’s too late.
He’d paused in the bathroom doorway, eyes set on the multiple pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. You peaked over his broad shoulder, they still had yet to show results.
Izuku turns his head slightly, glancing at you with surprise, concern, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but the words seem to escape him, lost in the moment. His brows furrowed in confusion, searching for an explanation that you have yet to give.
He finally summons the courage to speak. “You’re pregnant?”
“I-I don’t know yet,” you mutter.
He’s fully turned around now, looking at you with an intense eye. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me? If you thought I wouldn’t take responsibility-”
“Wait- you remember that night?” The words escape your lips before you can stop yourself.
Izuku's expression softens. "Yes, I remember," he replies, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've been trying to reach out to you, to talk about it, but you've been avoiding me."
Guilt gnaws at you, and you lower your gaze, unable to meet his eye. "I didn't know how to face you, Izuku. I was scared and confused. I took advantage of you…."
“Took advantage?” He repeats humorously. “Y/n…I was well aware of what I was doing. If anything, I took advantage of you.”
Now you were at a loss for words. You stutter as the guilt and self-blame that had been weighing heavily on you start to dissipate. “No, no, it was a side effect, from the VR.”
“Well, maybe it influenced me,” he shakes his head. “But it was you I had in that simulation, and when I saw you in the room with me, I couldn’t help myself.”
You stand there, stunned by Izuku's words. "Izuku," you say. "I didn't know. I thought I had crossed a line, that I had taken advantage of you."
He reaches out, gently wiping away a tear from your cheek. A wave of warmth spreads through your chest. The barriers that had kept you apart crumble, and a renewed sense of closeness envelops you both.
But the moment is interrupted by a loud beep from one of the electronic tests you had bought. With a quick glance at each other, you both swiftly made your way back into the bathroom, each test fading in a result.
Not Pregnant.
You could almost pass out from the relief you felt, another tear slipping out your eye. You begin to laugh at yourself, a self-deprecating laugh.
Izuku puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close. “What’s so funny?”
“I was so stressed out for nothing,” you say with a sigh. “I literally thought my life was over.”
He pouts, “and what’s so life ruining about being pregnant with my kid?”
You can't help but chuckle at Izuku's playful response, his words easing the tension that had built up inside you. You lean into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort enveloping you.
"You're right," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Being pregnant with your child doesn't sound so bad after all."
“Great.” He says, lifting you up easily into his arms. “Then you won’t mind trying again.”
