Mint Green (Dekutodo)

Chapter.8.

It was awkward. Shoto felt awkward standing beside Midoriya while he was making breakfast. The kiddnaper was humming a soft melody while preparing food for the two of them. Shoto observed him with cearful, hateful eyes. He couldn't understand Midoriya at all, he stopped trying to a while ago. The rustling of the chains was present every so often as Midoriya moved and Shoto had to follow him.
The chain between them was only thirty centimeters long so they really didn't have much space between eachother.

Shoto didn't know what to do. He felt like a dog on this chain, and he didn't like the feeling at all. He never thought he'd miss his old man so much but right now, Shoto wished for nothing more then for his father to go into full search for his prefect creation. Tho Shoto cut off all contact with the old man so he was certain that the other couldn't get to him. Cursing his past self for cutting off such a well connected man as his father, Shoto couldn't help but feel another headache start.

He pressed his right hand to his forhead, sighing in pain.
"Does your head hurt?" the sound of Midoriya's voice made Shoto shiver with fear and frown with distaste.
"My whole body is in pain." Shoto snapped back and shut his eyes close. He felt sick. Like actually sick. His forhead was hotter and he was sweating while he also felt like throwing up. Suddenly Midoriya was only two inches away from him, a palm pressed to his head. Shoto flinched at the contact and tried to move away but the counter behind him made him stay in place.
"I think you may have a fever. Do you feel sick?" Midoriya asked, worry slipping into his voice. Green eyes searched all over Shoto's face as if to see if Shoto was truely sick.

Shoto only stared at Midoriya, where did this man get the audacity to act like he cares? Slapping Midoriya's hand away Shoto spoke.
"No. I'm fine." he turned his head to the side as to avoid the other's stare, but Midoriya didn't like that as he painfully grabbed Shoto's wrist, almost dislocating it, and pulled him closer. Shoto felt himself tense and wanting to flinch and pull away, yet he forced his body to stand tall and look back, directly into Midoriya's eyes.
"I told you to not speak to me like that." Midoriya threatened but Shoto only leaned in closer
"And i told you that I'm not afraid of you." he whispered, giving a cocky smirk to his kiddnaper, tho he felt anything but cocky.
The two shared an intense eye contact, Midoriya still gripping his wrist tightly.

But then Midoriya pressed closer, making Shoto lean backwards, against the counter.
Shoto felt his heart speed up and he felt his breath hitch as well.
"I don't want you to fear me Shoto~" said Midoriya as he placed his other hand beside Shoto's hip on the counter, trapping Shoto in place with no escape.
"I just want you to respect me."

Shoto couldn't describe the fury he felt in that moment. Midoriya dared ask him for respect after all he has done!?
Shoto glared into those green eyes. He wanted to say so many insults. He wanted to yell at that man but something told him that that's exactly what Midoriya wants. Shoto stared into his eyes, searching for something, anything, that would tell him what the right thing to do was.

And then he saw the undeniable challenge in Midoriya's eyes. How he wanted Shoto to snap. And at that Shoto didn't feel angry but more disgusted.
"You want this don't you?" he asked, voice shaking. Midoriya only tilted his head in curiosity, eyes looking almost innocent as he dared Shoto to continue.
"Y-you want me to snap so you'll have a reason to hurt me." Shoto finished. At that Midoriya frowned.
"What? No. Why would i want that? I told you that i love you didn't i?" asked Midoriya and slowly brought a hand up to the other's cheek. The second he came into contact tho, Midoriya's eyes widened.

"You're burning up! Shoto why didn't you tell me!? C'mon let's get you to bed." the sudden change in Midoriya's tone threw Shoto off. Bed? But he just woke up...and that's when he became aware of the pain in his forhead and the sweat on his body. He suddenly felt cold and tired once more. He really couldn't catch a brake could he?