Addicted

15: Calm before Storm

    The afternoon day light peered through the shaggy curtains of the apartment; their rays glisten ad tickle the eye lids of Izuku. Through a soft groan he twitches both of his eyes a little bit before they halt once the light was covered by passing cloud. A short sigh exits through his nose through this relief of annoyance. 

    But, alas, it was just enough for his body to wake up just the right enough amount to feel something else tickle against his neck, chin, and cheek. It was warm, a tad bit humid, and it had a very lovable voice to it's gust.

     With a small grunt from his throat, Midoriya's eyes fluttered open as he once again felt the soft warming breeze fall against his skin once again. Slowly he rose to a slouched back seated position with the aid of one of his arms, as the other one felt like it were being weighed down by something, or someone. He scooched back to the point where his spine tingled as it was met with the cold, hard, and damp wall of the room; and with such a rush of chill, his entire nervous system forced him to run like a blizzards snow all across. His whole body shivered this time to the point where he brought both his arms up to rub at his shoulders, except...

     One did not rise to his side. When his brain commanded his arm to move he felt a light tug of resistance by the very character that had weighed it down. When he turned to look down to his side to understand why his arm defied him, all the shy boy could do was smile at the reason why; his heart joining in this symphony of joy that twirled itself over the boy's expression.

     There lay, clutching his arm as if she were a babe grabbing hold of any who would nurture it, Himiko, with her eyes still shut and deep within the realm of dreams and nightmares. But, she had no nightmares, not with him at her side that was, for she slept so soundly and so contently; her breath so silky soft with each inhale and exhale her lungs forced her mouth to take.

      So that was what tickled his chin, and honestly he was glad it was her and not the barrel of a gun from a police officer.

     It seemed that while the morning rose she had lost her grip on his neck with her teeth, and instead her body felt content with simply leaning against his shoulder and clutching his arm for the night. Himiko, now that he saw her in this comatose status, felt his heart throb in two different ways. 

     She'd had a rough day yesterday, and an even rougher night. What with her heart being broken in such a severe, she, accidentally, attacked him through her heart broken  frenzy, and then she had a rough time trying to bury her past through the flushing of all her blood lusted pictures. Like it was stated, the poor girl had had a rough night. So he was glad, nay ecstatic, that she had this moment to rest and feel at peace with herself; he couldn't help but smile that she finally was given a moment of such tranquility.

     Yet...Izuku felt almost guilty for her awful trials. He'd been the sole cause to her pain for such a long while that, quite frankly, he wasn't even sure if he should be eligible enough to call her his friend. If he'd been honest with her about his feelings like what his mentor said half of the shit that'd happened wouldn't have, but instead he let cowardice take over his heart out of fear she'd simply go back to being a villain because of it; how wrong was he.

    He sighed deeply at this before he leaned over towards her; his head hovering over hers with the many green strands of his hair falling down to do the same. It was now kinda ironic in so many different ways, so much so he felt like he could laugh about it. When it came to light to her that he didn't love her, then, she was...the term chill probably wasn't the correct thing to use, but she wasn't angry about it for long, and she certainly wasn't furious enough about it that she decided to go back to being a crazed serial killer. What was more was that she actually felt like it made sense due to some of his recent odd tendencies, and she forgave him.