I'll Protect You - Midoriya Izuku x Y/N

~ Chapter 3 ~

Y/N POV:

He repeats my name, the look of satisfaction made it's way to his face.

"Izuku" he said.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"Izuku, my name is Izuku" he grinned.

His name is Izuku huh? It fits him perfectly.

I stood up and walked towards the bar again, putting away the first aid kit and grabbing a small box.

I looked in his direction, "Water?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment and nodded his head furiously.

I grabbed him a glass of water and made my way back to him.

I handed him the water and sat next to him.

"Take of your shirt" I abruptly said.

He choked on his water, "E-eh?!".

Realizing my mistake i flushed, "your uniform is ripped, i wanted to fix it for you" I looked down at the ground.

This is truly embarrassing.

"O-oh yes of course" he took of his shirt, he really is a scrawny kid.

"I already fixed your jacket while you were unconscious" i said as I took his shirt.

I opened the box and began working on his shirt, luckily i had the right colored thread.

While i was sewing his shirt back to its original state i caught him looking at me in awe.

"Wow, your really good at that" he said.

"Is that your quirk?" He asked exited.

His eyes sparkled in excitement, it  looked like he could barely contain himself.

I chuckled, "it's not".

His head slightly tipped sideways, but his eyes never lost that damn sparkle.

"Do you have one?" He asked.

"Yes" i replied

"What is it?" He asked seemingly getting more excited.

I stayed quiet for a moment, he looked like a nice kid. What if he didn't like the anwser?

"It's called decay" I uttered softly.

He seemed to have heard me, his eyes grew wider, if that was even possible.

"Decay" he muttered.

He started ranting about what it could possibly mean and do.

I scraped my throat, that seems to have caught his attention.

"Close enough" I say.

"My quirk allows me to turn anything to dust when i touch it with 5 fingers" i say avoiding his eyes.

"That is....so COOL" he looked at me, the sparkle never left his eyes.

"Show me, please" he said, almost begging.

I looked at his empty glass, his gaze following mine.

He started shifting in anticipation in his seat.

I touched it with 4 fingers, the fifth lingering just above the surface of the glass.

I took a deep breath.

My last finger touched the glass, it turned to ashes in the matter of seconds.

I slowly looked back up at him.

A big smile crossed his face, reaching his eyes.

I was taken back, my quirk was never looked upon with such admiration as he did.

It made my heart flutter in delight.

A small blush made its way to my face.

This boy.