𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝; 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, Midoriya Izuku's back. The green haired males hands reached up, up up. Past strong legs and pretty milky skin to rest on his hips. His eyes lifted to lock with someone. Someone who promised him when he was through he'd meet God himself, using those same thighs to roll his hips in a slow, sinful manner as his hard pulsing dick twitched inside of him. Midoriya's eyes squeezed shut:

Lord...

Lord!

"Oh God!"

the priest cried out in disbelief. Realizing the actions being inflicted upon himself and realizing that he...enjoys it.

He desperately gasped eyes still screwed shut, whether from pleasure or the guilt washing over his body is unknown. He can't let this scandalous act get out to the public. His reputation, his hard work, his parents hard work. What would his father think? What would the Father think?

In times of distress and when the next move seems uncertain Midoriya turned to the singular thing he knew wouldn't fail him. As the vixen of a man on top of him clenched down around him. He began to whisper

"Lord. Give me one more chance."

He began to feel relief wash over him. But much to his confusion it was not the clear path in his mind. It wasn't the white cobblestone path and the spider Lillie's, forgetmenots and different arays of flowers. He was met with a velvety smooth voice. One that wrapped around his mind fogging all of his thoughts. It incased his head as he rested his forehead on the man's sweaty shoulder. He felt his chest vibrate and a single voice found its way to his ears

"I wonder if this is the last?"

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2 weeks earlier

"And don't forget the confession booth is always open for an ear to listen to"

The monotonous church bells rung exactly three times. It symbolizes The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. Church had ended. Living in a quaint town only containing heavily religious people church was a deathly important ritual of Adlesvale residents. Every Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock on the dot they all trickled out of the halls; murmurs ring through the church yard all surrounding on specific topic; Shoto Todoroki had come back to town.

Midoriya was not the type to lend his ear to the malicious intent and idle chat the church people often spoke; after all the Lord himself said not to be led astray by idle gossip. But every now and then when his wife, Uraraka tells him something she heard. He listens.

Midoriya always listens. Whether the problem is big or small. Easily fixed or it'll take a while he's always there with a kind smile and a ready to assist attitude. That's why he made the confession box. At first he thought Uraraka should run it, but being the 'perfect trophy wife' of the priest was a hard enough task. So he took it upon himself.

Day in and day out he'd listen to each and everyones woes and troubles. Giving them trustworthy and meaningful advice. It truly was a job that kept on giving.

After everyone had already long gone from the church, Izuku decided to pay a visit to the chapel and pay the pianist for his weekly services; he slowly took out the keys from his long flowing white robe. The gold cross on his chest reflecting light upon the far from holy scene unfolded in front of him.

His eyes widened; not in shock but more so in surprise on how reckless they were being. You see, infront of him was Ochako Uraraka bent over in the most indecent way and being pounded into by none other than the pianist. Midoriya wasn't shocked though. He found the noises they made rather amusing; her whining asking him for more like such a common whore. He simply walked back out and left the envelope of cash on the table.

Running a confession box means having ears and eyes all over the town; from the cheating scandals, through idle gossip all the way to murde- well. That's a topic for another time. People all around inform him on what they hear.

So when Sister Mary- Jane, from the beautiful two storied house down the road, confessed to trying to bring Mrs. Midoriya some soup, as she said she was feeling quite ill at their weekly book club. She was completely flabbergasted to see a shirtless Bakugo Katsuki standing at their door.

That didn't make any impact on Izuku; after all Brother James De Marcrio, who lives opposite side of their house, has told him he'd seen them kissing in his car as he dropped her home just a few weeks before. See what I mean? Ears and eyes everywhere.

Midoriya simply made his way over to the confession booth and opened up his smaller stall. Almost immediately a regular voice came to his ears.

"Father, forgive me for I have sinned" the womans voice began
"Tell me what you have done; remember you will always be forgiven in the eyes of the Lord."

She slowly began;

"Father, I know you recognise the voice. Almost every week I end up back in this confession box back here for idle gossip. And I'm trying sir, I'm trying as hard as I can.

But have you heard that the Shoto Todoroki is back in town? Father he's a complete orphan now. You remember the wedding cake estate at the top of the incline on Griffins street? It burned to a crisp one night. We were all alseep. You must have been around a young adult at that time. It was back when Father Yagi was slowly leaving charge. I wonder how he is.

All of his family members died there, his mother, father two brothers and that lovely Fuyumi, she was engaged to my son at one point you know. Such a pity she perished. Now I have to deal with his new wife Simone. All she does is nag and whine and..."

At this point Midoriya had already drowned that woman out; every week without fail she was always back with the exact same problem. She simply talks too much. Would he ever tell her that? Of course not. That'd ruin all he worked for.

But he did remember the Todoroki incident waking up to his father and mother telling him to rush out of the house and try to help recover the Todoroki's. The scream etched onto their faces is a sight he'd never forget. Shoto Todoroki... sure the name rung a bell. He was more than positive everyone had died in that fire though... but maybe he was mistaken.

As the woman finally finished up her rant she didn't even remember that she was asking for his help or forgiveness. She ended it just like she ends her little gossip calls.

"Alright, you take care now."

She said to him as she got up. He listened to the pin straight click clacks of her heels fade further away until she shut the door.

Midoriya got out of his separate seat and locked up for the night. He drove home with the name Shoto Todoroki ringing through his mind. This was a first; but most definitely not a last.

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1233 words
Written: 08/06/2022
Edited: 09/06/2022
Officially published: 11/05/2023