Good boy~

Irrisistable

Izukus pov

I quickly walked to the cafe and went into the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and tears drip down my cheeks. Not long after I hear a soft knock at the door.

"Izuku..."

I hiccup and cover my mouth, trying to make it seem like I wasn't there. I wanted to disappear. Everything was ruined, I ruined everything as always. I'm so gross. So annoying. So stupid.

"I saw you walk in here, come on and open the door"

I sniffle, "n-no! go away!"

I attempted to press my hand tighter onto my mouth. I didn't want him to know I was crying.
Especially when it's over him.

"Please baby, just let me in. I'm sorry ok?"

There he goes again. Baby. I'm not his baby, hell I'm not his anything.

I won't stop it though. I can't, even if I wanted to. I was falling so quickly. Falling for him, his charm, his looks, even his fame honestly. He was everything I could ever want.

But I can't want him, it'll destroy me. I can't keep doing this to myself. Everytime with that stupid baby, or him calling me cute, even the kisses and groping. It's all so underwhelming, I want more. So much more. I want it like the first time but I don't want to stop.

The thought of him with his hands all over me, doing whatever he wants. It's so tempting, and it's right in my grasp. I could have it, I could have it right now if I wanted. God it would be so good too.

But I know better. I know that can't happen. Because if it does that means I lose, that I've admitted there's no chance for us to have a relationship. I don't want that, no future, no chance. I need to at least be able to hope he'll go out with me one day.

A louder knock

"Izuku you've been really quiet, you're worrying me.."

I wipe my eyes dry and stand up, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the stall. Todoroki stands awkwardly fidgeting. His head jerks up and he hugs me tightly. I melt into it as always.

He rubs his thumbs softly into the dip of my waists, gently soothing me into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of those things.."

I sniffle and nod, "y-you wiwwy (really) hurt my fweewlings (feelings)"

My words come out muffled from being smooshed into his chest.

He removes his hands from my waist and gently pets my hand with one. The other rubs circles into my back.

It was so nice, all of it. The petting, the small touches that he knows will make me melt.

He knows what he's doing. He knows how to press every little button in me to make me fall. I know he knows. He knows that I know.

But that won't change anything. It won't change how I'm clutching onto him. Won't change that even though I should be angry I can't help but want him. It won't help the way his face is pressed into my neck. Or the way that just him touching my waist has me trembling.

Me knowing doesn't change anything.

And he knows that too.

Maybe that's why I do this next part. Why I really hammer the nail into the coffin. The coffin being our disaster of a "relationship". If you even call it that.

I pull away though my heart is practically screaming at me to stay. He raises a brow at me in confusion. I look down and sigh.

This is gonna suck. And I know that.