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First Kiss

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Izuku felt a chill race up his spine looking down into the still blackness of the alley. He pulled himself back into the apartment and locked the door with both locks. Sweat on his forehead, he closed his eyes against the fear.

Hugging himself he could feel his body starting to drag, but knew he had a few hours before Kacchan would be ready to leave. The blonde's face danced in his mind, those lips curving into a smile, the softness of his blonde spikes against Izuku's cheek, the smell of his breath. Green curls shook slowly.

His friends were right, this man was no match for him. He was hot, built, and talented. "Ugh" Midoriya rubbed his forehead. Still it had really hurt to hear them openly question that they were doing things together.

"Just shopping, not like it's a date. I'm just staying the night and I will sleep in another room." Izuku mumbled.

He had a vision of a very well built, smirking blonde sitting casually after a bath, towel draped over bare shoulders. Izuku groaned again. Yep, his friends were right, he was way out of his league here with this man, no not a man, he was a force of nature. And right now he was tearing through Izuku's thoughts leaving him completely useless.

Midoriya sighed, he was hoping for a new beginning of sorts. Out of university, maybe he could finally confront his fear and find someone. He picked up a blanket from one of the boxes and picked at it absent-mindedly. He had been so focused at university getting into Mr. Aizawa's coveted computer programming course, well there really had not been time for dating. Except for a few short dates that always made him feel stupid or embarrassed by the end. Izuku had mainly hung out with Tenya or Sero and their friends. Green eyes fell again on the sideboard and he walked over again feeling the soft wood.

His mother flashed in his mind. Inko walking him to school listening to him chatter away. Holding him when he fell or hurt himself, which was almost everyday. His favorite memories though were of her dancing in the kitchen singing at the top of her lungs.

Walking to the counter he opened his phone and pulled up his music. Scrolling down he found his mother's old playlist. She had shared her music with him over the years and he had just saved them on his phone, but never really listened. He hit the play button and The Cranberries, Dreams began playing from his speakers. He smiled with tears in his eyes letting the music crash over him like a soothing lullaby. His toes began tapping and his body moving.

Oh, my life is changing everyday, In every possible way, And oh my dreams.

'I do want to change'

I want more, impossible to ignore, Impossible to ignore. And they'll come true, Impossible not to do, Possible not to do.

Smiling brighter he danced into the kitchen pulling dishes out of the box sitting on the floor, he began putting them away thinking about his new life. This life that was now his to make of it, he paused, could he stop hiding? The beautiful blonde came into his mind again, winking and smiling.

And now I tell you openly, You have my heart so don't hurt me, You're what I couldn't find, A totally amazing mind, So understanding and so kind, You're everything to me.

He pushed a cup slowly into the cabinet, Kacchan... he did seem so amazing, so understanding. Had his heart really been taken so fast? He only had met him today... Warmth spread across his stomach, butterflies swirling as it spread across his chest. How was this possible? Would he get hurt? Fear fluttered briefly.