How about Izuku’s first kiss with Y/N?
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"What was your first kiss like?"
He chokes on air. Or saliva, he's not too sure.
"W-What? Why are you asking?" He manages to stutter out after almost choking to death. Almost.
You shrug mindlessly, your composure relaxed, contrasting his suddenly nervous and tense demeanor. "Curiosity" Is all you say. Though deep down it was more than that. Not like you were going to admit it though.
He looks away, suddenly a little ashamed. "I haven't had my first kiss" He admits reluctantly. He's not exactly proud of how uneventful his love life is, but something about you makes him want to admit even his deepest secrets and fears. You just have that effect on him.
"What?? No way, I don't believe you" Your eyes are as wide as saucers and the way your jaw drops is plain comical. Is it really that shocking?
"It's true! I'm completely serious" He whines, a dust of pink coating his cheeks, a sign of his embarrassement of the situation.
Silence fills the room and Izuku doesn't know if you're judging his soul with the way your eyes narrow and your lips purse thoughtfully. But either way, he wants nothing more than to hide under the barrier of blankets to avoid your silence.
After what feels like forever, you open your mouth, hesitating in what you're about to say. It could potentially ruin your friendship with him. But you knew there was something much deeper than friendship and you'd be an idiot not to take your chances. "Do you...want to change that?" Your voice is unusually soft. Unsure of yourself as you ask in an almost hushed tone, your bottom lip catching between your teeth, paying the price of your nerves. Afraid that if you spoke those words out loud everything you had would come crumbling down.
The question takes a long moment to process in his mind. What was only a few seconds felt like an eternity, just enough time for you to regret even trying. "I'm sorry, that was stupid I-"
The disappointed look in your eyes sends his heart straight down to his gut. Of course he wants to change that. If only you knew how often he thought of kissing someone. Kissing you. He never had his first kiss because he wanted it to be with you.
"No! No. I mean, yes- I want to change that. I- I'd like to kiss you. A lot" He tries to reassure. But did he say too much? Maybe he got the wrong idea and now he's messed everything up. "I mean- only if you want to of course, I don't want to force you-"
Your lips are on his in a flash. And your lips, oh they're so soft. Softer than he's ever dreamed of. He melts like puddy, raising his hand to cup your cheek. Maybe you can hear the pounding in his chest. But it's okay because yours is beating in sync with his.
The moment is nothing like the movies described. It's even more magical, and he doesn't want the moment to end. Like a drug, he chases after your lips when you try to pull back, gasping for air when your lung beg for it.
For someone who's never kissed before, he kisses like he's kissed a million times. Your body slumps into his, like it had always meant to be there. Maybe some deep part of your souls knew it had, because the moment felt safe. It felt like home.
