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THIS KISS.
—Christmas Eve
In a mansion filled with some hundred people—most being the admirers of the Porter's—I feel so out of place.
I'm a hero, earning way more than these guys, so I could have a home bigger than this, but I don't need it.
I prefer something more subtle that'll make me feel less lonely.
It wasn't always like that, though. When I heard Izuku wanted to purchase the finest house he could find, I wanted to one up him.
Even though we're friends now, the competition between us has yet to fade.
Having matured, I soon realized he just wanted to have something nice for him and his mom to enjoy for once in their lives.
So I thought carefully before I made my decision—or in this case, before I had my mom help me, and pretty much make it for me.
She agreed a cozy little home would be a good start for me, and that later, when I built a family with someone, I could really go all out.
So being inside the mansion of the Porter's makes me feel weird. Devin is an only child and his parents own this monster of a place?
It's ridiculous, but I can't judge him, I'm also an only child and I guess my parent's house is a a little spacious—but definitely not to this extent.
So, currently, I live in a smaller penthouse, which gives me the best view of the starry sky.
Most nights, while doing paperwork on my balcony, I fall asleep watching the stars shimmering down on me, keeping me company.
Whenever it gets lonely, and the guys aren't available, I go to them for comfort, and it's quite peaceful. So peaceful that I find myself talking to them.
At first it was an occasional thing, but then it became a part of my routine. After a long day of work, I'll head out to the balcony with a blanket and pillow in hand—neglecting my bed, in a way.
The only time I'll really sleep in my room is when rain is announced. Other than that, I'll stay out there most nights.
Not only do I not feel alone when I'm looking up at them—I also feel more close to Y/n. Back home that was all I had of her.
To me, she was in the stars. This is cringey to say, but she was my star. She'll always be my star, and my favorite one too, even if I'm not anything to her, any longer.
I just wish she knew how much I cared. That I never once forgot her. I wish she knew how much it hurt, and how much I'm hurting now that her eyes aren't on me anymore.
"There you are. I've been looking all over for you!" Her hand slaps my back, snapping me out of my thoughts.
She's wearing a tight, red dress, that stops just before her knees. I won't lie, she looks amazing, and I love how her hair is put up in a high ponytail, with a strand dangling out to the side.
