Face Me Like An Idiot

19

$8,069...

$9,420...

$10,000.

"Amazing as always, Boss!" Sunaka Reiko cheered, bouncing on her heels excitedly as she followed Izuku from behind.

Izuku grinned, scarcely acknowledging his companion while he left the casino confidently. Two stacks of money were held in his hands, each worth five thousand dollars. The gamblers inside the casino were practically child's play to the teen.

"Boss, you're amazing. I don't know what I did to get approved by the Mafia."

Izuku halted in his steps, turning to face the silver-haired girl. "I took you in after finding you in the streets, beaten and bruised. It is not uncommon for others to treat the Quirkless as if they aren't human. I felt sympathy for your predicament; it wasn't your fault that you were born this way, I honestly don't blame you."

The moment Izuku noticed the tears that pricked at Sunaka's chestnut-brown eyes, he engulfed her in a tight embrace. "Crying is irrational, even if it's uncontrollable. But I will allow it, just this once."

Izuku felt wet stains on his shoulder, but ignored them, patting Sunaka on the back comfortingly. His mother flashed in his mind, how she used to cry every time he accidentally got injured. A sad smile graced his lips as his own eyes glimmered with unshed tears.

One day, I will see you once more...

-

Izuku yawned. He did not get the required amount of sleep for his body to properly respond to him last night, which is four hours. He laid his head on his desk, immediately dozing off, soft and silent breaths leaving his mouth.

Suddenly, a palm was placed atop his head. His instincts responded on his behalf, and his hand reached to grasp the intruder's wrist. Hearing a yelp, he lifted his head.

Bright brown eyes stared down at him, wide and filled with wonder.

"Uraraka?" Izuku questioned, allowing his grip to loosen enough for the female to pull away.

"Ah! Sorry, I wanted to talk to you, but you were asleep..." Uraraka replied, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly as a vibrant red dusted her round cheeks.

"So you patted my head, because...?" Izuku raised a brow, annoyed but curious of the girl's seemingly random action. He folded his arms and laid back on the splat of the chair.

The brunette held her response, biting her lip and averting his gaze. Her face stayed a vibrant crimson, even brighter than Katsuki's pair of ruby eyes.

"U-um, well, your hair looked really soft..." she sighed defeatedly. "The truth is, Midoriya, I..."

"Izuku!"

Izuku refocused his attention on Katsuki, who was approaching them with a sharp gaze directed to Uraraka. He gripped the greenette's wrist, pulling him up from his chair and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Kacchan?" Izuku's verdant eyes widened as his own face flushed red.

The blond fixed a glare towards Uraraka. "Back. Off," surprised by the boldness of his demand, the brunette remained silent as Izuku was dragged away.

"Kacchan-"

"How can you not see the way she looks at you?" Katsuki interrupted, voice sounding insulted and displeased. Izuku felt the blond's grip tighten around his wrist, causing him to internally wince.

"I don't understand why you're so angry!" The greenette forcefully retracted his wrist from Katsuki's hold, causing both of them to halt their steps in the middle of the hallway.