QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 26 - Don't Leave

Surprise steam in this chapter 😅 even for me lol!
Also photo cred to 66ktkat

Asahi had his cup of tea to his lips when a crash of a door busting open shook the house and startled him. The hot liquid missed his mouth and burned his hand.

"What the hell!" He growled, and stomped out of the kitchen, "Hitomu, I swear..."

But what he saw instead was you, looking like demon Kirby in your pink sweater, red and angry in the face. You didn't even look his way when you stormed passed.

"Uh, queen?" Asahi's eyes followed after you.

"Keep that psycho away from me!" You pointed behind you.

Asahi watched you until you disappeared upstairs, back to your room. An equally as loud slam followed, this time from your own door.

"W-Wait?" He waved to the nothingness you left behind. Asahi glared at Heller who came out of the tunnels next, looking perplexed and bothered.

"Seriously?" Asahi stepped in front of him.

"Move, Sunshine," Heller's crimson gaze was focusing hard on the staircase.

"Dude!" Asahi stood his ground, "You can't suck face and then treat her to the murder buffet!"

"How'd you know we kissed?" Heller asked.

"Uh - it's you! Of course, you kissed her, you great, big idiot," he fumed, "Now look what you did."

"Look, if I had all the time in the world, then maybe we could have taken the nice, leisurely path to her destiny," Heller said, "Now, step aside before I do something naughty."

Asahi felt sweat from his forehead, and grudgingly moved. He frowned after Heller, but his friend didn't turn back even once.

When Heller got to your door, he let himself in, bypassing the lock with a sharper turn of the knob. You stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed with your back to him.

"Kijo."

"Don't Kijo me," you mocked his sensual voice, "Go away."

"Gonna come make me? Kijo," Heller taunted.

You spun around, not entirely sure what you planned to do. His brow furrowed but he still wore his signature grin. For some reason, it ticked you off even more.

Since you were in such a good mood... you grabbed the heavy, decorative trunk that sat at the end of your bed and chucked it right at him. If it were anyone else, it probably could have seriously hurt them.

Heller caught it like a baseball and deadpanned, "Really?"

With one of his arms busy, you ran at him to attack. You had lingering energy, especially from Heller earlier, so you thought there could be a chance to land at least one, satisfying hit. His red eyes narrowed at your fist coming closer to his face.

"Not the money-maker, love. That's just cruel," he caught your wrist and threw you back. You landed on your bed, but quickly got back out of it. He dropped the trunk, and got a little more serious with you.

Every hit or kick, he would catch, and send you flying back onto the bed. You felt strong earlier and now humiliatingly weak. Heller hardly moved to keep up with you. Finally, though, you got him once, catching him by surprise.

"Alright," Heller grunted and snatched both of your wrists, "Time out."

He fit both wrists into one of his large hands and lifted you off your feet. You kicked and flailed much like a child throwing a tantrum.