tkltober day 7: Flustered
My Hero Academia - ler!Momo, lee!Awase
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Yosetsu can’t manage an answer. All he can do is stare down at his own face printed on the little video game in his hand and try not to tear up. She had made this for him. Momo, his wonderful wonderful girlfriend, had designed an entire video game based on him, on them, in her mind, a working game with the graphics and the programming and everything. He doesn’t even want to begin the amount of time and effort she had to have put in this.
“Oh god, you don’t like it.”
Yosetsu’s head whips up and he puts the game to the side, grabbing her face and pressing a kiss to her lips. “No, no, darling, please, I love it! It’s so good, it’s perfect, thank you so much!”
“Really?” She looks at him with wide eyes and god, she’s so pretty, he’s gonna die. “You looked so down for a moment…”
“Oh, no, that’s not because of your present, I promise.” A nervous chuckle slips out of his mouth, the box with the necklace suddenly weighing a ton in his pocket. “It’s just… my present for you seems kinda lame now.”
Momo furrows her flawless brows at him. “It’s not a competition, Yosetsu.”
“I know, I know that, I… you’re just… you deserve perfect, Momo. You shouldn’t get any less than that.”
“What do you mean?” Now it’s her turn to grab his cheeks and she pulls him in even more as if to create more intensity. (It works. Her skin is even more beautiful up close, Jesus Christ.) “You’re perfect for me, Yosetsu. Don’t talk yourself down like that.”
“But you’re perfect.” He barely musters up the courage to look her in the eyes. “You’re smart and beautiful and kind and gracious and I… I don’t know, I’m kind of average, I guess?”
“Awase Yosetsu!” He’s not at all prepared when she pushes him against the backrest and straddles him, a reproachful finger relentlessly tapping his chest. “You are anything but average! You’re a great guy, a kind person and a wonderful boyfriend!”
Yosetsu feels a blush spread across his cheeks, but Momo isn’t finished. “You do so much for me! You always notice when I’m not doing too good and take care of me! You make the most amazing Ohagi I’ve ever eaten, you have an amazing singing voice, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, you’re super funny, your drawings are amazing - do you want me to go on? Because I could go on!”
“God, no!” Yosetsu had buried his face in his hands already, embarrassed by the way it was flushing with heat. “Stop, please- I didn’t know you liked… I mean who wouldn’t… my laugh is not cute!”
“It is very cute! Just like your blush - come on, show me your face.”
A squeak erupts from Yosetsu’s mouth and it takes all the self control he has to not lower his arms when Momo begins to tickle under his arms. “Mohomo, dohohohon’t!”
“But you’re not gonna show me your cute face unless I make you, dear.”
Said face heats up even more and Yosetsu trembles in an effort not to reveal it - he must be looking like a stop sign already! “Ihihihit’s nohot cuhuhute- stohop tihihickling mehe!”
“I will as soon as you show me your face.”
He squeals when the tickling fingers reach his tummy and tries to escape by twisting to the side, but with Momo straddling his lap, he’s not going anywhere. “Nahahahat thehehehere! Nahahahat thehe- NAHAHAHAHA MOHOMOOOOOO!”
“Oh, is this a bad spot?” The soft smile on Momo’s face is almost audible in her voice when she wiggles a single finger in his belly button. “I wasn’t aware.”
“YEHEHEHES, YOHOU WEHEHEHERE!” Yosetsu’s hands finally shoot down, grabbing her wrist - who cares about his blush, this is unbearable. “STAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“If you insist.” Momo chuckles softly and stops, softly pushing back a few strands of his hair instead. “You look adorable.”
Yosetsu blushes again, watches her lips stretch into a smile, then blushes some more. “If you say so…”
“I’ll say so every day if that’ll get it in your head.” She presses a kiss to his cheek and snuggles up to him and he’s the luckiest guy in the world. “And I’ll mean it every time.”
