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Izuku Midoryia, born without a quirk. Became the greatest hero of his Generation. Becoming #1 at just 23, expectations where high. Learning to be a pro, and handle his agency. He couldn't help but ruin his sleep schedule and...
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Longing, tension, and nervousness smoked in Y/n's middle, wafting lower and growing dense. With full evidence and knowing that Midoryia had wanted her dug into her stomach. A wealthy shine of bubbles sailed through her chest. This was good news, right? Why was he staring down at her like that? Why hadn't he kissed her again?
Midoryia had expected her to be horrified, and slap him across the face. Pack her bags and leave, never wanting to see him again. Instead, she stood put. Anticipating his next move. Craving his next touch.
"Izuku?" Her hands met his face, feeling encouraged by the way her touch made him shiver within. His eyes closed for a brief moment.
"No" he grabbed her wrists and brought them down slowly, he refused to hurt her. Refused to let her get involved with him. That look of hurt and pain that glistened her eyes, shit, he had already hurt her.
"You deserve someone better, someone who treats a girl like you right" his voice cracked, she knew that sound. His eyes fogged, he hated being the one to stop this. Hell, he had been begging for this moment. And he was stopping it.
"Nobody has treated me better than you have." Getting closer, she whispered against his mouth. His shoulders tensed. "I trust you"
How could she trust him? She didn't even know the lewd thoughts that circled his mind. A broken sound left him, he shook his head.
"Y/n no, you deserve a man who asks permission before doing something like that. You are supposed to slap me, and never talk to me again" She hadn't wanted to slap him then, but right now she wanted to punch him and announce to the entire world she wanted him. His tired eyes lowered to her, and fully letting go of her wrists he placed his hands on his face. Tears threatening to escape, he took a deep breath in.
"Let's forget what I did, I think we should sleep" Walking away from her, she sagged against the railing. The suffocating feeling of rejection weighed her down. She wanted, no, needed to regain this sense of loss that multiplied with each step Midoryia took away from her. There was no way she was letting him get away from her.
"Fuck it" With a silent prayer for courage, and a swift movement, her shirt and shorts lay on the balcony's floors.
As Midoryia reached the door, he laid a hand on the knob, turning around to her. His jaw locked into place, and his eyes shot away from her.
"I'm not ready to go to bed yet" There was a split second where she wanted to scoop her clothes up and dress herself. But his wandering eyes made her stay still. The white Calvin Klein set hugged every beautiful curve he had imagined on her. Bright against her skin as the night sky shined on her.
She had never been seen in less than a bathing suit, not even by a man. His eyes were the first to gaze over the body she kept secret. Waiting for a moment like this to let that special someone's mouth water over her. Worship her.
