Hollow's Fluff/smut shots

Staving Off The Cold (part 1.)

Deku x Midnight

Lemon Warning. 

 Nemuri is startled awake by a nightmare, her topless form covered in goosebumps from the PTSD induced nightmare. The moments leading up to her defeat and nearly her death at the hands of the Paranormal Liberation Front replayed constantly in her mind, and especially in her dreams. Thankfully the students of the first year hero courses managed to save her from such a grizzly fate. She owes her life to them, but that doesn't stop the nightmares. But, try as it might, the past can't come back to hurt her and she did her job as a pro hero. In the moment, she had made peace with her death but looking back on that day almost two years ago she never knew how much she wanted to live. Deciding that sleep wasn't going to happen tonight, she decides to drag herself out of bed in order to get some coffee. Though the adrenaline from the nightmare is more than enough to keep her awake, the smell of hot coffee is a comforting aroma that she needs right now. Getting up from the bed, she was the only ever inhabitant of, she lazily slides a silk robe over her naked body, not bothering to tie it in the front. She slides into a couple of slippers before walking slowly out of her room.

Passing by the dresser, she pets the sleeping form of an orange and white cat sound asleep in his little bed as she continues out of the room and to the staircase. A flash of lightning outside illuminates the hall slightly as she rounds the corner, her half charged phone in her hand providing light to the empty hallway. The walls have a few pictures on them, but the lonely 33 year old woman doesn't have any of a family, at least not yet. Instead the pictures are of her parents, friends, coworkers, her mentor His Purple Highness, and her students long since graduated from the school of heroes. The mirror at the end of the hall reflects her slightly tired, busty and short haired reflection back at her as she turns in towards her bathroom to freshen up and brush her teeth. The short dark purple hair fanning out in short spikes that rest just below her neck. The decision to cut her hair came after she decided to put her hero career on hiatus so she could focus on her mental health. The clock on the LCD display of the coffee maker reads half past four in the morning as she arrives at the little machine, its plain silver color revealed by another flash of lightning from outside.

She sighs to herself, as she reaches for a pre-ground coffee pod before putting it in the machine. With the adrenaline wearing off, she yawns slightly before stretching, the cold silk rubbing up her near flawless skin, causing her nipples to harden underneath it. She places a mug underneath the spout of the coffee maker, pressing the button for the largest cup on the setting. As the machine makes a slight hiss coming to temperature, something unexpected happens. A knock at the door to her staff house startles her, but with the storm and rumbling thunder outside, she dismisses it as just a result of the storm. Returning to her coffee, she picks up the white ceramic mug before moving it towards the fridge, just as she grabs the handle there's another knock at the door. This time, it knocks three times consecutively making it obvious that there is actually a person on the other side. "Who would be awake at this hour?" She thinks. Setting down the coffee, she ties her robe to make herself look slightly modest before turning on the light to the living room and approaching the door. Opening it, she's immediately pounded by a gust of wind and a bit of rain, the sudden shock of the cold water is more than enough to rid any remaining tiredness from her eyes. After regaining her composure, she lays her eyes on the soggy green haired third year student Midoriya Izuku.

"Midoriya?" Nemuri questions as she sees the shivering boy outside her door. "What are you doing so early? And in this storm of all things? Get in here you're gonna catch a cold." She questions, her instinct as a hero kicking in as she pulls the soggy student of hers into her home before shutting the door.

"I was training." The soggy 18 year old responds, water drips from his soaked training clothing, shoes and hair starting to form a small puddle on the floor. "Do you have a towel I can use?" He asks, trying to hide the shiver in his voice.