cloud 9 - shouto x reader

7. all i have

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but so far, all i have are dreams of you
so i wait for the day
and the courage to say how much i love you
yes, i do

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"You hate to see it."

"Hm?"

"Your dad being right about something."

You're sitting in the grass beside Shouto, your head tilted back to glare up at the perfect blue sky above. Stray clouds roll by without a care in the world. Meanwhile, you're here with more problems than a high school girl should ever have. Marriage should be something you worry about when you're, like, thirty, you think to yourself. That's old people problems.

"About what?" He asks you, bringing your attention to him. His head is tilted, hair perfectly shading his eyes from the sun.

Your lips quirk upward. "Our quirks working well together. It's annoying." It's annoying how pretty he is, too. Would you work well together in other ways? Your fingers fiddle with the straps of your bag, tingling.

Shouto huffs, looking away. "Yeah, he's usually right about that sort of thing. It is annoying." It would have been a bitter comment months ago, one that would have pulled a thick veil of awkwardness around anyone in a two-kilometer radius. Instead, it's only half-bitter, mixed with a bit of humor. You laugh, watching fondly as he smiles.

Aizawa's been having you and your classmates train your asses off in preparation for the Provisional Hero License Exam—a fancy way of saying you won't get in trouble for acting heroically anymore. It's a big deal, apparently, and super hard to get, whatever.

"How're the wrist thingies?" You ask, pointing at the new support item he'd gotten from the, uh... passionate girl in the support course. Beyond a water bottle and a pouch for some over-the-counter painkillers (and your phone, if you're being honest), you've never really had a need for support items. You'd be lying if you said you've never felt a bit left out in that regard.

(Though, you'd off-handedly expressed this to Midoriya once, and he'd been quick to reassure you that not all heroes needed support items, like All Might, for example, and did you know that All Might once worked with—)

"My wrist guards?" Shouto clarifies, a slight smirk on his stupidly pretty face. You nod, adjusting your legs to be more comfortable. "They work well."

"That's good—"

Your phone buzzes to life from within your bag. Grumbling under your breath, you dig around to search for it, fumbling over everything you've ever owned and making a mental note to throw something away (Is that a receipt from middle school? Honestly...). Finally, your phone emerges and—

You bite your lip. Mom.

A sound of minor distress leaves your lips, one that your fiancé picks up on. "Who is it?"

You sigh, still glaring down at the contact. "My mom," you tell him, clenching your jaw as you decline. He lets out an amused breath. "I'm gonna have to call her later, but..." You give him a tight-lipped smile. In return, he gives you that same ever-stoic expression. "... not right now."

"Later" comes that night, just after dinner when everyone splits off to study or wind down before bed, when you know that almost no one will come knocking on your door and overhear your conversation by accident (or on purpose—Looking at you, Bakugo). You pace back and forth, continuously glancing at the glass door to your balcony. It's so stuffy in your room, like the walls are closing in on you, but your fear of one of the girls overhearing you keeps you from getting fresh air.