Addicted

11: A Bad Friend

    Sleep, was beyond a mere question.

    It was less so, a mere suggestion, to which our green haired protagonist denied said suggestion. I mean, how could he get any sleep; Himiko decided to make herself comfortable to his side. 

    Now, let me rephrase that, his SIDE, not directly on top of his chest with her teeth sunken deep within his neck. She placed herself to his side, one arm placed over his upper torso whilst the other clung to her side. All while she cuddled up next to him on the right side of him, softly breathing with her arm breaths stroking his cheek. It irked him, each time her breath hit.

   It did make him at the least a bit happy she was sleeping well, after everything that's gone on between them. But then again, that was also the massive problem.

    The two of them went through so much, she became the first ever friend he's held in such a long time, and him the same for her. Yet he was so conflicted with himself on so many different levels about how he viewed her. 

    Was Himiko a close friend? Or should he hope that he would eventually develop something more?

    "Midoriya you may need to tell her if that is the case, the last thing you need is to slowly poison your friendship with this girl you've worked so hard to help.", woe was the echoing words of All Might against his ears. That also harbored itself within his gut, those words that the only person he ever truly admired aside from Katsuki. Telling him to be honest with the blonde haired girl.

    But how could he?

   Izuku, he was the only thing that was keeping her sane; holding back her blood lustful desires and providing her the only way she could reenter society as a good person. He was her best friend; the only person she truly would trust with her life. The very boy she fell in love with, and the only person who was ever willing to save a worthless murderer like her. The one and only person ever to know about her quirk and not hate and despise her for it; because of his own experience of being hated for the unfairness of the quirk filled society.

   A person that gave her a far better chance at life, at being a normal high school girl, than even her own parents. Whom now, even if her antics made him mad all of a sudden, still clenched his fist in rage just at the mere thought of them. 

    So what would happen to her if basically her mental support Midoriya suddenly said, to her face with full honesty, 'I do not love you"?

    There were millions of possibilities and just about all of them ended badly, almost all of them ending far badly for her which was what he worried most about. They weren't just physically, but almost purely mentally and emotionally.

   She could literally tear herself apart out of pure insanity from hearing what he said, the ash blonde haired girl could go on a slaughter of pure blind rage, Toga could become so shocked or depressed that she'd become unresponsive, or worst of all she could end going to a place like Tartarus for goodness sakes. A place where the villains locked up there have their human rights revoked, where a cold meal, cold and hard bed, and clothes on your back was a privilege given to the most well behaved of inmates.

    He sat up slowly, her arm sliding across from his chest down against his mattress; she hummed at how comfy it felt from his body temperature altering it to a mellow warmth for her skin. The shy boy looked down at her with dreary, sad eyes. 

    The yandere looked so peaceful, beyond content with the life she lived right now. In her mind, she held a loving boyfriend in her arms, a strong loving mother figure wrapped around the both of them, the protection of the number one hero himself alongside the same ranked detective, she was in heaven. Yet she was sadly ignorant to many of those things.