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29. Quarrel

Dinner isn't that eventful, not much occurring besides some small talk here and then, and some interesting conversation with Shouto's friends. They're kinda weird and funny, with Bakugo demanding to know Fuyumi's recipe, followed by Midoriya's profuse apologies.

You can't help but feel Enji's hot glare on you, practically burning through you. Sometimes, you can see him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, and you want nothing more but to shrink and disappear.

He's probably one of the worst people to be enemies with, considering how he's one of the richest and most powerful men in Japan, and he's currently glaring at you like he wants you dead.

"You okay?" Natsuo nudges you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You nod with a small smile, before feeling his hand slip under the table and hold yours.

His hands are warm, compared to your cool and sweaty ones, and he softly strokes the back of your palm with his thumb. It feels nice, his big hand holding yours, it makes you feel special, and like you're being cared for.

You can't help but think back on Dabi, guilt swirling around in your stomach. The gesture Natsuo's doing is romantic, but maybe it's because he misses his girlfriend and this is his way of coping. Or maybe it's something else.

But what Natsuo's doing isn't what's making you guilty. It's how you feel.

You know Natsuo a lot more than you know Dabi, even though you've known Dabi longer. But Natsuo is open to you, and he understands you, and you understand him. And he's so warm and kind, and-

Suddenly, Natsuo tears his hand away from yours, slamming it on the table. It seems while you were daydreaming, he and his father got into an argument.

"You know nothing about me, or Fuyumi, or mom. All you ever cared about was Shouto. He was the one who wasn't a failure, and he was the only one who mattered to you. So you can try to make amends now, but that won't change any of the damage you've done." He seethes, storming out.

You watch him go, before glancing back at the others, who're sitting at the table, all in shock. "I'm going to go after him."

You follow after Natsuo, finding him walking down the street in the rain. His head is hanging, and he's staring at the ground, already soaked from the downpour.

You are shivering since you forgot about your jacket when you went after him in such a hurry. You jog after him, trying to catch up. "Natsuo, wait!"

"(Y/n), what are you doing out here? You're going to catch a cold." He mutters, barely even looking back at you.

"I don't care about that right now! I just want to make sure you're okay! Can you stop walking so fast?" You call after him, making him pause and look back at you. "Just, slow down for a moment."

"I fucking hate him. I hate what he did. To my mom, to Shouto, to Fuyumi, to Touya...and yeah, he's trying to change or whatever bullshit he's saying nowadays, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive him. Every time I'm near him, it just hurts so much, and I- Fuck, you probably think I'm a horrible person don't you?"

"Not at all. I know how hard it is to forgive someone, especially considering the horrible things he did to you and your family. Healing takes time, and if you don't forgive him, that's okay too. I'm here for you, no matter what you choose, okay?" You reach out for him, holding his arm and rubbing it gently.

The two of you just stand out there in a rain, looking into each other's eyes, before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you."

"Now, let's get out of the rain. I'm freezing my ass off." You say with a grin. Natsuo smiles back, before slipping off his jacket and putting it on your shoulders, and leading you to his car.

As you two get inside the car, some thunder booms in the distance and the wind howls, the rain hitting against the window much harder than once before. The conditions are horrible, far too bad for you to be able to take that long drive you did to get here.

"Should we go back inside?" You ask nervously, antsy from the storm. "Hell no. I'm not going back there. There are a few hotels nearby I know we can stay at, just for the night."

Natsuo is quick to reply. You shrug, feeling fine with that. It's not a big deal, anyways. "Alright."

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"Sorry, It's not that nice, but it's the closest place I could find." The younger man tells you as he leads you through the hotel. But you disagree, while a little small, the hotel looks incredible, plus, you've stayed at places much worse than this.

He walks up to the front desk, while you trail behind him, feeling bad about the small mess of water you're leaving behind. "One room with two beds, please? I called earlier and-"

"Oh right. We forgot to inform you, but there are only rooms with one king bed left at the moment. Sorry for the inconvenience." The employee says, and you and Natsuo exchange looks before you sigh and nod, letting him know you're okay with it. You're too tired to go anywhere else anyway.

Once you get your room, you two walk inside. Almost immediately, you walk over to the bathroom, going to start the shower. You're drenched and freezing due to the rain, and a hot shower in this nice ass hotel is just what you need right now.

You sigh when you feel the hot water hit your body, running your hands through your hair, and over your shoulders. You spend a while relaxing in the shower, to the point that your fingers start pruning up.

While you do feel better, something is bothering you. Natsuo's words from before. You step outside the shower, finding some dry clothes waiting there for you.

A shirt and sweatpants, which you assume he's gotten from room service. You change into it quickly, leaving the bathroom when you're done. "Hey, Natsuo? I wanna tell you something."

You say, walking over to him, finding him sitting at the foot of his bed, seeming upset from before. You sit beside him, smiling at him.

"Natsuo, you're not a horrible person. In fact, you're the opposite. You're kind, caring, considerate, smart, funny. You're amazing. You're one in a million, and if anyone thinks otherwise, well, they're just crazy."

A smile crosses his face, and his eyes fall to your lips, before looking up at you. You two are already sitting so close, and nothing stops him from leaning in and closing the gap between you two.

The next thing you remember, his lips are on yours, molding against them roughly.

(A/N: Yeah that happened....

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