MHA oneshots

Will You Love This Part of Me

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I should stop writing older men and wrote something for one of the students huh?

Yeah.

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(Izuku Midoriya x NB! Reader)

When he went on his own path away from his fellow students, he had a plan in mind.

A plan the made sure he fell of the edge of the world. It was to protect them, to ensure that even if he never made it as a hero...

They at least had chance.

But, part of him found his mind drifting off to you as he scampered down the dead streets of Japan.

The way you copied his sentences with a mumble or how you subconsciously tap your finger rhythmically in the classroom, prompting Mr. Aizawa to constantly scold you for the habit.

They were heartwarming memories. His lips were slightly tugged into a small smile as he reminisced.

He missed how warm you felt as he curled up into you, your fingers soothing out his matted curls as you whispered praises into his ears.

You were his everything.

All the more to do what he's doing now. He pushed forward, approaching a hill.

"Mina, that's stupid as hell." He pauses.

A group of three appeared at the top. The familar pink hair and yellow locks with a lightning bolt caused his heart to squeeze.

Then, you came along. H/C strands of hair bouncing as you cackled at Denki's pathetic reasoning. You wore a comfortable outfit. Must be to protect you from the cold a bit. A bag swinging from your clenched hands.

Late night shopping

But that wasn't what his attention was on. His shirt that he gave you clung on to you. The Allmight one.

His first gift to you.

You caught eyes.

You still looked as beautiful as the day he met you. He could see you become curious, tilting you head a bit as your minds gears turned.

"Izu?"

It was quiet between the three of you. Your eyes never left the figure at the bottom of the hill. Mina frowns, also looking at the bottom.

"Oh my god." She mutters.

"Could you take my bag, Denki?" You whisper.

"Uh- yeah yeah. I got it." He scrambles to get a hold of your bag.

As soon as the plastic bag left your palms, you took off.

You didn't know when you started to sprint or if you would stop in time, but the fear of him being an illusion traumatized you.

Izuku had to be here. He had to be.

Izuku could see your desperation. Part of him screamed at him to run, to not engage with you despite his heart desires.

But, he needed to feel you. To hold you, to kiss your face of any tears and harm he's caused.

So, as you leaped into his arms, he clamps down, spinning you around.

Your sobs coat his scarf as his own ran down your cotton shirt. He pressed wet kisses along your temples and cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." He chokes, earning him harsh kiss. It was slightly disgusting due to his and your snot mixing, but his soul still hummed.

The two friends were already long gone, allowing the couple a moment amongst themselves.

They deserved it more than anyone in the world right now.

And they took full advantage of it.

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Sorry I haven't like posted. But, here you go. This was an okay one.