MHA my hero Not Another Reverse Harem x Reader

I thought that was you

"Find anything interesting?" Shoto asked as he waved bye to his club members. I help carry some booth materials as I think it over.
  "It was all pretty interesting, but I think I'll just stick with the quirk training club. By the way.. what was with all that tension earlier?"
I almost think he didn't hear me because we walk half a block in silence.
"Bakugo seems to have very unique relationships. How he is with Midoriya is very different than how he is with Kirishima.. as with me." He starts "I won't pretend to understand him." and finishes just as abruptly.
Last names.. does he not think of them as friends? Eijiro called him by his first..
"It's here."
We start a trail towards a tall apartment building, and when I notice a bench out front, I casually reroute us to it. With a big question mark on his face, Shoto takes heed and we stack the materials he was tasked with returning to the club office before sitting down.
  I wonder if this is why the expo was held on a school night - to get things returned and sorted before the weekend. I stretch and yawn.
Shoto's head plops onto my shoulder and he holds my hand gently in front of us. After a bit of comfortable silence, we talk about the 'experiment'.

  "You think it reflected back onto him? As his original command or hidden desire?" Shoto's tone is even, I'm not sure if he's genuinely interested or..
"I haven't thought about it much. I trust him, he wouldn't make me do anything weird."
"Didn't you just meet?"
"Yes.. he was there when I injured my hand. He-" Before I could say that he helped, I was cut off.
"Ah, the injury you'd rather not talk about."
  ...I feel his weight on my shoulder deepen and he slides down a bit. "It's been a long day, huh? We should get to bed, we still have classes tomorrow." He repositions but doesn't respond.
  It's not that I still won't tell him, it's that I feel like he might be cranky right now with exhaustion. It'll be better if he got some rest quickly. ..but I sigh and give in, telling him about the umbrella incident.

"I apologize for pushing the matter. I just thought.." His voice lowers and he shrinks in place.
  "I trust you. I was just sad and embarrassed about it." I assure him as honestly as I can. It's quiet and there's a subtle chill in the air, but we're comfortable and relaxed.
"Thanks for the help again." He straightens up and gathers his things. "You'll be alright on your own? Let me just bring this stuff in and then I can-"
"I'll be fiiine. It's not like the streets are ghost-empty, people are still leaving the event." I say through another yawn.
  "Alright. Sleep well when you get to it." He juggles his things and turns in. "Goodnight."
"You too." I smile a goodbye and sigh at his retreating silhouette.
  The excitement of the event was dwindling on the streets as I made my way. Hearing people talk about activities or skits they'd seen through the expo, I felt proud to have made it to such an interesting place.

"I thought that was you."
  Barrier up. Alarms ring and I take on a stance as if I had ever been in a proper fight. I haven't.
"Whoa whoa, calm down now. I just want to talk."
I don't show any signs of relaxing.
The perpetrator rolls his eyes. "Listen. You make it real difficult to apologize, you know that?"
No. I don't even know your name.
  "You made me out to be a real perv, but the funny thing is.. every time I genuinely want to reach out, to smooth things over.."
  He looks me up and down as he says this. I feel exposed.
  "..You're always with a different dude. I guess it's alright so long as they're your type, huh?"
  I bite my lip to hold back.
  "You're the real sleaze here."
  "Do you call this an apology?" I force through my lips.
  A smile creeps before he answers. "I'm actually wanting to thank you. See, I was feeling sooo guilty.. until I watched you hoe around."
  I don't know what to do. I eye his hands slung in his pockets, relaxed while I tremble. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I manage.
  He spits to the side before shaking his head and steps down the sidewalk onto the street, to pass around me without being too close. I suppose I'm grateful for that.. when I hear him again.
  "No need to be all spooked." He says, annoyed?
  Again I'm watching a retreating silhouette in a lamp post light.
  I make it to bed completely drained. Staring at the ceiling, I reflect on how I had already been feeling, mixed in with the nasty comments of the night.
I can't say that someone being my type or not isn't relevant.. the same favorable advance from someone attractive can be seen as super creepy by someone less so.. but seriously, it matters too the vibes I'm getting from them! Their intention! I fight no one while getting ready for bed.

  I fall asleep to mixed thoughts and weird dreams. Let's just push through for the weekend.

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