my hero academia, oneshots.

MIDORIYA

WARNING: Underage drinking and slightly older character. You're 20 and Midoryia is 17. Though this would be considered "illegal"- not really- (the relationship and the drinking- just think of it like he's only 3 years younger than you.)(Don't cancel me, bye.)(Midoryia would be the type to accidentally become a sugarbaby and you can't convince me otherwise.)

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"It's not every day that a kid is propped up on your balcony." My lips seemingly murmured on their own as I poured a cold bottle of wine into my glass.

The figure shot up, startled by my presence, which was odd because they were on my balcony. He stammered around, hesitant. His nervous eyes glued on to mine, in surprise and embarrassment.

"Oh! I'm so, so sorry!" he stuttered. His face began to rise in temperature and the color in his cheeks darkened. "I got really, really tired so I just- I stumbled along here to your place. Not saying that I have the right to be here- I don't! I-I'm sorry for intruding."

"Just because you're a future hero doesn't mean you can go lollygagging around and rest on people's balconies." I took a sip of my glass and quirked a brow.

"Agh!" his face was beat red at this point. "Yes! I know, I am so sorry. I'm trespassing- and I have n-no right- to-"

I couldn't help but smirk at the flustered state the boy was in. I sauntered over to him and he eyed my every move. I slowly rest my arm against the bars on the balcony while glancing over to him.

"Well, how did it go?"

He was taken back, and confused. I could tell from the way a crease formed in his forehead that he wasn't good at concealing emotion. That's noted.

"H-How did what go?" he pursed his lips in puzzlement.

"Saving the city, once again," I curved my tongue up to my top lip playfully. "Obviously, future hero Deku has to be extremely tired to go trespassing on private property."

The boy sighed, shakily. "I honestly didn't mean to.. I just wasn't thinking."

"I thought analysis was one of your better attributes?" I hummed. He looked at me for a moment, then away.

"It's been hard," he admitted. My face loosened in sympathy and the guard that I had slowly dissipated. I reached out for his hand and he flinched, I looked up at him for an invitation.

"Oh! I'm not trying to burden you or anything!" he backed away from my hand. "I don't need the pity.. you know."

"No pity, just an invitation for a wine party," I shrugged and started walking back into my bedroom. I threw him a look over my shoulder and placed the wine bottle on my nightstand.

"I.." he licked his lips. "I don't usually d-drink. Also, I don't know your name or anything.." the greenette trailed off.

"But I know everything about you, young Deku," I pointed my finger to the side and grinned. "What comes with wanting to be a hero."

There was a small silence, but nothing you couldn't fix.

"Come in, watch a movie with me and drink, yeah?" you offered. "I'm not a weirdo if you think I am, I know it's natural for heroes to be cautious."

"I let myself sit on someone's balcony and got caught in the act, I'm starting to think that I'm not as weary as I need to be."

"Deku!" I complained. "I just got out of college, I'm 20 years old, and when a hero is seated up on my porch- a pretty one if that, I offer support."

Deku sighed and turned to face me from the balcony, he pressed his back into the railing. He then started to close his eyes tightly- I'm guessing to think. Suddenly, they popped back open and stared into mine.

At least he wasn't as tense anymore.

"Fine but," he walked towards me slowly. "I've never drunk a substance before, and I hope you know you're giving alcohol to a minor."

"Ah," I purred. "You make me sound like a bad person, really, I'm just trying to help you out... how about we forget about the wine?"

"No," he said sternly. "I kind of.. want to try it."

"Oh?" I inquired. I poured the boy a glass, a small amount (since he's a "minor") and placed it on my nightstand. At this time he was standing in front of me, awkwardly, as I sat on my bed. I batted my eyelashes at him and gestured towards the glass.

"I-" he sighed in defeat and picked up the glass. He was so awkward, so anxious. His hands twitched uncertainly and his eyes darted around the room as if he was calculating his next move.

I patted the spot next to me. "Sit down, you're making me nervous."

He incoherently spoke and hastily sat down, like a puppy on command. It was so robotic; he was once again.. uncomfortable with you.

"I don't know why I'm acting this way." he started to flex his hands nervously. "I understand if you regret letting me in."

"I don't regret a thing Deku, you're so cute," I cooed at him.

"Ah.." he blushed. "You shouldn't lie to me like that."

I smiled at him. "I'm not.. at least to me, you are."

His cheeks reddened even more and he gripped the glass tighter, looking at it with determination.

"I'm drinking it."

"Do it then," the corner of my lip quirked up in amusement.

"I- I will!" Abruptly, the glass shot up to his lips as he threw his head back, taking it all in with one gulp.

"Oh wow.." I said, astonished. "You really did it. And in one swallow too."

"Baahh," he gasped in disgust. His face was wrinkled with dislike and regret, and he shook his head side to side to collect himself. "That was nasty! What was that?"

"I don't even know, to be truthful." a grin was present on my face as I took the glass from his hands and placed it down on the bedside table.

"I really like you, you know," he whispered to me, watching me crawl back in the bed to get comfortable enough to lay down.

You placed your arms beneath your head and gleamed at him.

"Oh really? Is that so?"

"Yeah... I do.." he slowly laid down with me.

"Do you wanna-"

"Do you?" he rose up and leaned onto his elbows. "Is it too soon?"

"You want to kiss me?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Maybe it's because.." his breath fanned my face. " You make me feel like.. I could do anything."

"All I did was encourage you to drink, Deku." I giggled.

"Let me."

"Come here, then." I cupped his jaw gently and urged him towards me.

"I want you," he whispered. My cheeks flushed at that statement. Why does that sound so intimate, Deku? Why did you have to purr it out like that?

Our lips connected, though, and it was fucking bliss. It was soft, it was needed, it was.... fucking bliss. Even as our lips departed from the other, he gave me that doe eyed look.

"You okay?" I breathily laughed.

He was silent for a few moments, insisting on staring into my eyes.

"You're amazing," he breathed out.

"I- oh," I shyly grinned. "You're the amazing one here, Deku."

"You can call me Midoryia," he flushed.

"You're fucking amazing Midoriya."