Villain Deku x Reader

Chipping Away

Izuku's POV

We walked up the stairs to her apartment. She was still startled by my yelling at her. I didn't know what else to do. I knew I had a lot to work on with her, but I didn't think it would be this much. This is going to interfere with my work for father, and if I start to lack he would be furious. He might punish me, or worse yet, he would use Y/N as leverage.

It would be so much easier if she was more willing to listen. I would be able to take her back to the hideout while I worked, but she is nowhere near ready for that.

I need to chip away more and more at her. I need to scare her more to cement in her mind that she will only be safe with me.

"Izuku" She tugged at my shirt. She looked deeply upset.

I hope that I haven't ruined this. I had hoped that our relationship was built with trust and love, but if it meant that I would need to go to extremes I would, but I don't want to do that with her.

We stopped halfway up the second flight of stairs. I caressed her cheek, "Puppy, I am so sorry for how I acted."

She looked back up at me, tears we rolling down her cheeks. "Do you really think that someone would hurt me?"

It was heartbreaking to see her cry, but I was also enjoying the victory of her fear. "Oh, Puppy, I know it's scary, but it could be a possibility. That's why I don't want you going out alone. Not until I can make sure that when you do, you are safe. I can't always be there to protect you." I took her hand in mine and lead her up the stairs. Once we got inside we could talk more privately.

She unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I was getting a little annoyed that she was this upset. It's not like we were at a funeral. She slipped off her shoes and went into the kitchen. I followed behind.

She stood at the counter top taking the things she bought out from the bag. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. "Everything is going to be okay, Puppy." I kissed at the back of her neck.

She turned around and rested her head on my chest. "My wrist really hurts." She nuzzled her face into my shirt.

I really did pull too hard.

I lifted her up and gently sat her down on the countertop. Her legs hanging over the edge of the counter reminded me of a child. "Let's take care of that then." I really hurt her.

I went into the bathroom and pulled out her first aid kit. I want her to be scared of me, but not like this. I would never hurt her on purpose. I want to say it was her fault I did that, but in reality it's not. It was a simple mistake and misunderstanding. I was the idiot who hurt her.

I came back into the kitchen. She looked so sad. The guilt swept over me. I sat down the kit next to her on the counter and opened it up.

I held my hand out, gesturing her to give me her injured wrist. "Let's get you fixed up." I gave her a smile.

She slowly put her hand in mine. "Okay" she said softly.

I gently pulled it closer to me. I did a number on it. It wasn't broken, but very red and swollen. I could see the outline of my hand squeezing her wrist. I gently tapped it in a few spots.

"Does that hurt?" I questioned.

She winced a little when I touched where the most of my strength would have squeezed.

"Yeah" She wouldn't say much. She was only whispering.

I gave her another smile. "That's okay, I just need to know so I can make it better." I decided to wrap it tightly. It wasn't broken or sprained, but the pressure would help it to not swell as much.

I carefully wrapped her wrist, making sure it wasn't too tight. I got up and opened her freezer. She didn't have any ice packs, but she did have a bag of frozen vegetables. I grabbed it out of the freezer and gently sat it on her wrist.

I caressed her cheek softly. "How does it feel now?"

She nodded "a little better."

I pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen from the kit and opened it up. "Take a few of these to help." I filled a glass of water and handed it to her.

"Do you have to go?" She quietly asked me.

I sighed. I picked her back up off the counter and brought her the the couch. We laid down together, her nuzzling into me. I would love to stay here like this.

I started stroking her hair. "I can stay for a little bit. I have my work computer with me but I eventually have to go."She sat up and nodded. I took the opportunity to get my computer from my bag.

I sat back down. She wrapped herself in a blanket. We laid down together. She was squeezed in between my body and the couch. It was difficult, but I could work this way. I was coding a new program for father so she shouldn't be able to understand if she looks.

Maybe being home with her would be a great opportunity to chip at those obstacles some more?