𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 ; SHINDEKU

19

My back arched, my lower back grazing against the poly blend material below us.

"How did we get here?" He asked. "I used to know you so well."

"Now you know me better."

I grinded against his hips, pushing our clothed flesh against each other.

At least that's what I wanted to happen.

"I didn't pay for this for nothing, eat Izuku." He spoke in a hushed, sweet voice.

"I will." I said.

I sighed. Imagining scenarios in my mind used to keep me at bay.

"Hitoshi." I spoke, opening the container of food below me.

He hummed in response.

"I think I'm falling for you. Seriously. I dont like it."

"Why dont you like it?"

"Because I dont want to hurt you. Like I hurt her. "

"You could never hurt me." He spoke.

I let out a shaky breath. My eyes darted around the container, paying attention to the plastic art that it was. The shape is immaculate, or at least that's what I saw.

"I'm different, right?" He asked. I looked up at him, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked in response.

"I'm not going to yell at you. Like she did. I'm not going to make you feel like you need stuff to live. Like she did."

"What the fuck? I dont need stuff to live! I'm not an addict! And you've yelled at me before! She had every reason to be pissed at me." I responded, poking my plastic fork at the food below me.

"Okay. I'm sorry." He looked down, biting his cheek.

"No." I said. "Its okay. I know you didnt mean to hurt me."

"I never do."

Thoughts of what I wanted slithered into my mind, like a snake in the rain.

I was selfish, sure, but at least I knew what I wanted.

"How did we get here?" He asked.

"Where?" I asked.

"Like this. With one another. " He said, his voice lower than usual, I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. The hairs on my flesh sticking straight up.

"I watched you change so much. It's like you never-" He cut himself off.

"They got my order wrong." He said.

"Are you still gonna eat?" I asked, perking my head up over the centerpiece of the table.

Hitoshi liked small things : like a table centerpiece.

"Yeah. I guess."

He also liked me, for some reason. I had no idea why, he felt like a song you hear for the first time.

Like a Deftones song, but for the first time. That's how it felt, butterflies and bugs crawling all in your stomach when he looks at you.

He made you feel amazing, but scared. Scared of falling. And him not catching you.

"I really do think-" I blurted. "I really..." I trailed off. My thoughts incomplete.

"You should eat." He said, with a small smile.

"Theres something in the way you speak." I said. "In the way you smile." I spoke.

He looked at me. His eyes staring into my own, making me sweat. I was so calm around him until recently,  now I am like a marathon, always running, my heart racing.

"You're beautiful." He spoke.

My knee bounced.

I closed my container of food, deciding to save it for later. Hitoshi did the same quickly.  Way quicker than I did, in fact.

We locked eyes for a brief moment before both standing up to put the food in the fridge.

I turned around from the fridge, feeling his hands grab at my waist.

"Not hungry?" I asked.

"Not anymore." He said, his voice lowered.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise as he slithered his hand up my spine, tracing the rigidity.

"I want you." He spoke in a hushed tone.

"Then-" I cut myself off, turning around, meeting his eyes. "Have me."

His eyes slowly trailed down to my lips.

"Do you remember in high school, when you'd catch me staring at you?" He asked, which caught me a little off guard.

I responded : "Yes."

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I would think about you everyday. I needed to think about you, I wanted you so bad." He took a breath. "Now I have you." He whispered.

"If only I'd known." I whispered back, my tone promiscuous.

His hands trailed up and down my back, in a comforting manner. He held me close to him. The way his fingers ever so slightly grazed upon my back, over my shirt.

His fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, the contact on my skin, making me shiver at his touch.

I wanted him more than I have ever wanted something before. I needed him. Like water.

His face inched forward, his lips pressing against my own gently, but with a force behind them, that he seemed to try and contain.

I kissed him, feeling myself get riled up.

We parted for a split second before he turned around, grabbing my hand, leading me to the bedroom, through the hallway. I was tripping over myself, as uncoordinated as I was.

I felt myself become excited, giddy almost. Even though we had done things before for some reason it felt like the first time.

I was unsure of his intentions, but this time it felt different.

He layed me gently on the sheets below us, moving a curl out of my vision.

"You're gorgeous." He spoke softly.

I smiled, letting out a gentle sigh.

My arm moved itself to his face, my fingers softly grazing against his cheek. He leaned into my touch.

"Let's do something." He proposed.

I scoffed. "Like what?"

"Let's go shopping or something."

"I need another shower, if you wanna go outside."

"Let's go visit my parents." He said. "It could be fun."

"I dont know if I'm ready to see them."

"You've met then before?"

"I know. It's just different when you're fucking around with their son."

"I guess, yeah."  He responded.

"How about we get that food out of the fridge, later, and watch a movie?"

"That sounds nice." He spoke. I nodded. I rubbed my thumb on his cheek.

"I-" stopped myself. My eyes widened. I almost said something. Something I really shouldn't have.

"Hm?" He raised his brows.

"Nothing."