MHA/MLB Crossover

It was always him

Marinette

It was nearing ten o'clock, but I was up making new outfit designs for the boys. They had confided in me who exactly had killed Miriam; and how they were planning on staying until they caught them.

Himiko Toga.

Todoroki had sad eyes when they said the other name, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint why he was sad.

Dabi.

I tried to shake the images circling in my head away and focus on the task in front of me.

I had continued working for about fiftee"n minutes before there was a knock on my door.

"Come in." A mess of green hair appeared in my room followed by the rest of the boy.

My heart couldn't help but beat rapidly in my chest, as if it was trying to break free. I couldn't help myself with this boy. I just truly wanted him to be mine.

We had kissed, sure, but we never fully went into what we wanted to be. We wanted to be each other's little eternities. But we never classified what that meant.

"Hey Izuku..." I say quietly, as to not wake up my parents who had a long day in the bakery and closed shop early to get sleep.

Bakugo and Todoroki were occupied as well, trying to figure out where exactly Himiko and Dabi were. I let them use two kwamis as well to keep them safe in case they needed it.

Izuku had stayed behind to figure out a game plan with our assistant teacher, which he told me was his teacher back home. Mr. Aizawa left about an hour ago though; he was staying in a place he left undisclosed to me at least, and Deku had hopped in the shower immediately afterwards.

"Hey Marinette." He smiled and walked over to me and he was wearing track pants and a white t-shirt that outlined his muscles very ostentatiously. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was

only doing things to make me want him more.

He leaned against my desk, his arm flexing the muscles there too. I caught a whiff of the green apple smell and deodorant he had purchased a couple of days ago.

"Whatcha working on?" He sounded absolutely exhausted, but he still put effort into sounding energized enough to talk to me. He then suddenly wrapped his other arm around me, setting it on the desk as well so he was leaning over me, his chin resting on my head. I felt my heart race increase even more than it had already increased and I couldn't help but close my eyes and relish in this moment for a moment.

"Just some new fashion designs for you guys, since you are staying for a while."

He hmmed in interest and a felt the vibrations along my scalp. He sighed. "I wanted to talk to you actually, if you wouldn't mind sparing a few minutes."

"Of course. Anything for you."

He pulled back and sat on the edge of my chaste, and I rolled my chair to sit across from him.

"What's up?" I asked him, willing myself to add confidence in my voice.

He sighed and ran his strong hand through his wet hair. "I feel like we're somewhere in between love and friendship. And I...I want to decide. I want to choose one side or the other." His green eyes look devastated when they looked at me. Like he was pleading for me to put an end to his misery.

"I..."

"I'll be quite frank Marinette. I can find myself falling in love with you quickly. Attaching myself to the point of no return. And...I know in the end it will probably hurt like hell and fucking kill me but I'm willing to make that sacrifice if it means that I can spend all of that time having you fall in love with me. Having me show you how much I can love you." He swallows and scratches his head. "I feel like...ever since we've met there has been something different. The way we laugh, the way we smile, the way we are around each other - I feel like people spend their entire lives chasing what we already have here." He looks at me and his eyes have grown so soft and tender, his lips curl up sadly. "I just need you to tell me that this-" He gestures between us. "Is real. Or that it is something I am completely making up on my own end."