My Old Hero

3: Love Shot

"K-Kacchan, what're you doing?" she said. 

He wasn't responding, as he slowly started to move towards her and then finally let his lips meet hers. She went wide-eyed as she laid there with the Number 1 hero kissing her. Though she wanted to break free, at the same time she really liked it. 

He wasn't pushing too hard, more like his touch was soft and delicate, the opposite of him.

Izumi couldn't help but slowly start to close her eyes and wrap her arms around his neck. 

The moment went from sweet and slow to exciting and fast, as he started to place his right arm under her and onto her back. While his left hand was placed on her cheek, he started to slowly pull her closer to him. 

'This... this is so strange... I've never had this feeling before...' Izumi thought. 

Just when she thought it was getting to the good part, she felt him let go and drop to the bed. She opened her eyes to realize that Katsuki passed out again and fell asleep. 

'Are you... are you kidding me?!?!' she thought.

She got off the bed and placed a blanket on the passed out Katsuki. 

'Well now I can definitely say that's never happened before. How am I going to explain this to him in the morning? No- no we won't. We won't say anything about what just happened to him. I'll just tell him he was passed out the entire time. I'm sure he won't remember a thing in the morning, but if he does... then I'm screwed.' she thought. 

She turned and looked at him again. 

'Well, the only good thing about that was how calm and gentle he was... wait, those two words should never be together when involving Kacchan. Stupid- just wash your face and go to bed! Everything will be fine in the morning.' she thought.

( Back to Present Day )

The sun peeked through the curtains and started hitting Katsuki in the face. He slowly started to open his eyes and sat up from the bed. He stretched his arms out with a yawn and scratched his head. He looked around and then froze, something's not right. 

This was not his bed, certainly not his room. 

So where was he? 

'How did this happen? How the hell did I wake up in someone else's bed? More importantly, where are my clothes? What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?' All of these strange questions were running through Katsuki's head, not sure what exactly happened to him from the night before.

He smelled something coming from the next room, not sure what it was though. He stopped himself before getting out of bed and looked down. He lifted the covers and let out a sigh of relief to see his boxers were still on. 

'Wait, just because I have my boxers doesn't mean shit. Where am I?' 

He got out of bed and slowly crept to the door and heard the sound of pots moving. 

'Okay, someone's home. Rather would make a swift exit, but I guess I never get the easy way out of this fucking mess.' he thought.

He turned his head and looked down to see a small sticky note on the table. Underneath that sticky note was a clean sweat suit. 

Bathroom is the door closest to where you're standing. These clothes are your size. Come to the kitchen when you've had a shower and changed. 

'Oh shit, so they know I'm still here. They're gonna try and set some kind of trap, aren't they? Ugh, stop thinking like that and take a damn shower. Geez, why did those guys let me get so fucking drunk?' he thought.