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You were leaned against the counter, dressed much too nice to be this sad on a Saturday night. Midoriya was leaned on the counter opposite you, still in his hero uniform. You were staring at the floor, rather than at his face. You had agreed to go on a date tonight. You were supposed to meet at the restaurant three hours ago. He was late, so you called him three different times with no answer. You left three voicemails. After an hour, the waitress politely asked you to give up the table. Now, an hour and a half after you got home, Midoriya waltzed through the door to your apartment.
"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," he said, trying to look in your eyes. "It just work. People kept asking me to do things. You understand, right?"
"Not really," you said, your arms crossed over your chest, one hand propping up your chin. "This is the third time this has happened."
"Honey, it's work," he argued, frustrated, his arms falling to his sides. "I can't just leave whenever I want. My job, it's really important."
"Oh," you sighed, nodding a little. That sentence jabbed at your heart. "I'm not. I get it now." Head down, you pushed yourself away from the counter and walked all the way to the bedroom you and Midoriya shared, shutting the door behind you and changing out of the outfit you planned to wear for the date. You sat on the bed and pulled your knees to your chest. One single sentence made you believe all your suspicions were confirmed. You knew that his job was really important. You knew a lot of people would be put in danger if his job wasn't done well. But you wished that, just once, you were a priority, too.
Izuku was left standing in the kitchen. He looked at the floor. Then the ceiling. Then the wall. Did you really believe you weren't important to him? You were his everything, the love of his life. He wanted to marry you. He wanted you to be a family. Sure, he was late coming home sometimes. And sometimes he was gone in the morning before you even woke up. And sometimes he was in such a rush he forgot to kiss you goodbye. Oh, god. He really did make you feel like you didn't matter, didn't he? Before he knew it, tears were welling up in his eyes. You were his everything, and he made you feel like you were nothing.
After a few minutes, you heard a soft tap on the bedroom door before it was lightly pushed open. Through the small opening in the door, you could see Izuku, looking defeated. "I'm sorry," he muttered, wiping tears from his cheek with the back of his hand. When he heard you sigh, he stepped into the bedroom and sat in front of you on the bed.
"It's not okay," you answered, shaking your head. "Izuku. I know what your job is. I'm not stupid or naïve. I know that people could die without you. I know that your job is incredibly important," you explained, struggling to hold in the tears. "But I just want to be important, too."
"Baby," he whispered, reaching his hands to hold your face and catching your tears with his thumb. "You are important. How can I fix this?"
You shook your head. "I don't know," you answered.
Midoriya stood up and changed out of his hero uniform, changing into pajamas. He crawled to his side of the bed and laid down. "Come here," he beckoned, extending his arm. "Let me hold you."
After hesitating for a moment, you crawled to him and settled your head on his chest, an arm wrapped around his midsection. One of his arms rested underneath you, fingers tracing undefined designs on your back and arm. His other hand wrapped around you, hand caressing the back of your head. You settled into him, the contact making a well of emotions spring up. One sob. Then more. Then a pool of tears against Izuku's t-shirt. You didn't realize how tightly you were gripping him. "I love you so much," he said, trying to hide the way he was nearly sobbing himself.
