Love's Creation (IzukuxMomo)

IX: No More

*KRA-KOOM*

Thunder boomed in the far off distance as rain continued to knock against the glass of building windows, falling in such a way it felt as if they could break the glass itself and pour inside the building. Luckily though, that's only what it sounded like. The rain poured in such quantities it created sheets against the window that blurred the view of the outside world for those within, Midoriya being a part of those within as he looked out the window and out into the night. Not that he could look at much to begin with aside from foggy streetlights and rain being replaced by even more rain but still, there was something calming about watching the rain hit the window. So serene.

Sighing on his side of the window the man turned away and strolled to his left where the hotel room's couch was pushed up against the solid wall, a thin tan blanket neatly folded over a pillow that lay on the furthest right side of the furniture. The furthest left side of the furniture was where Midoriya took his spot as he sat and slumped back into the couch with head towards the ceiling. 'I knew I was going to spend my last night in Japan in a hotel but, not in the same one as Yaoyorozu no less in the same room too. I just hope no media shark saw the two of us come in here, hate to have all sorts of allegations about the two of us first thing in the morning and get word to circle around her.'

Speaking on the topic of Yaoyorozu he does feel a slight sense of guilt in knowing the woman was shut in for the night in the same room as he. Had he not asked her last night if she was available to partake in something for his final day in Japan she wouldn't be in this situation and she'd be in the comfort of her own home doing whatever it is that an elegant woman such as herself would do on a weekday night. What DOES, she do exactly? Compare tea qualities over a plate of shortbread while reading from the newspaper with her monocle? Well, perhaps not THAT elegant, but better than being in a hotel room such as this.

YET AGAIN speaking on the topic of Yaoyorozu the bathroom door clicked and opened for the woman to step out in a fresh pair of clothing, a plain oversized red T-Shirt with same color pajama bottoms. Folded over the flat of both palms were a black tank top and same color shorts as she made her way across the room towards Midoriya. "Still pouring on quite powerfully isn't it?"

"Yeah, if anything I'd say it's gotten stronger since we got here too. Guess it's gonna be nothing but a night full of rain and thunder." Midoriya noted with his eyes falling onto the clothing in her hands. "I know those clothes aren't for me Yaoyorozu."

"They are actually, and whether or not you appreciate the gesture you're going to change out of those wet clothes of yours and into this."

"Yaoyorozu, come on you really didn't have to I-I'm fine with the clothes I have on now it's only going to be for one night anyways. Plus they're not as wet as you think they are I promise."

"One, you just shuddered meaning you're cold meaning that the attire you currently have on is lowering your temperature. And forgive me for this but two-" Yaoyorozu reached with her left hand to grab a chunk of Midoriya's lumberjack button up, her fingers digging into the fabric to squeeze a few droplets of water out of the cloth. "-your shirt is VERY much as damp as I think it is which ALSO means that you've broken the promise you just made to me. Is that an often occurrence that you do to everybody?"

'Hoh-hoh, I love Yaoyorozu so much.'

'You would Nana.'

"Here, put something dry on for the night I insist. I'd sleep very comfortably knowing you weren't suffering with those wet clothes you have on."

"Yaoyorozu-"

"Hm." She huffed while holding the pair of clothes out to Midoriya.

"Yaoyorozu come on-"