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"i never knew i could feel that much."
Here you were, sitting at the bar top and waiting for Midoriya.
You picked one of your personal favorite outfits, a short black dress with a pair of Cesare Paciotti heels.
When could someone ever go wrong with a little black dress?
You hated to admit it, but you were started to feel at least a little bit nervous.
You saw him walk into the bar, and you waved him over to where you were sitting.
"Hey, Midoriya!" You say, standing up from your seat and giving him a quick friendly hug, "You can order whatever you want, I already have some fries on the way."
"I appreciate this, (y/n)." He tells you, sitting down in the seat next to yours.
"So, getting to know each other better." You start, "Let's start off with something simple. What hobbies do you have outside of teaching?"
"I've been trying to learn how to play guitar, but it hasn't exactly gone too well since I don't have that much free time." He scratches the back of his neck, looking almost like he was nervous to admit the fact that he didn't really do much outside of work.
You, on the other hand, were absolutely ecstatic when you heard this. "Really? I know how to play guitar, I could teach you! I totally get where you're coming from, though. I don't have that much free time either."
You were talking. And talking. And talking.
You had quite the habit of being a complete chatterbox when you were around new people.
Not even just new people. You were just a chatterbox in general.
"What about you? Any other hobbies aside from guitar?"
"I paint, I draw, I play piano, all sorts of stuff." It was true. Being in an orphanage gave you a lot of free time.
Just as you were about to start talking again, the bartender came over to take your orders.
Usually, you weren't much of a drinker. Like, at all.
But you had a good enough tolerance to alcohol to handle a few drinks with a friend.
"What can I get started to drink for you two?"
"I'll do the cosmopolitan, please." You tell the woman, giving her a small smile before looking over at Midoriya.
"I'll have a long island. Thank you!"
"Okay, next question. Who was your favorite pro hero growing up?" You ask him.
"That's an easy one. All Might has always been my favorite. And you?" He responds, giving you his answer almost instantly.
"My favorite has to be Star and Stripe, but that's pretty obvious seeing as she's my mom. But other than her, I'd have to say Cow Lady." You tell him, trying to think of any other hero aside from your obvious answer.
Your drinks came back in just a few minutes, and you were pleasantly surprised with how good your drink was.
And so, you had another drink.
And another.
And another.
You would never normally drink as many alcoholic drinks as you did over the course of the past hour, but for some odd reason you did.
And so did Midoriya.
"Come on, Midoriya!" You exclaim, standing up from your seat and holding your hand out to him. "Let's go dance!"
He gladly took your hand, holding his drink in the other.
There were lots of people dancing to the music that was playing in the bar, so you figured why not join in?
Midoriya was holding your hand up, spinning you around as you laughed.
The next song came on, that song being Rompe by Daddy Yankee.
Did you know why that song made you go through with the actions that were about to occur within the next few minutes? Not a single clue.
Midoriya had placed his cup down on an empty table nearby, both of his hands going to your hips as the two of you sway back and forth.
Originally, your back was against his chest.
That was until he spun you around to face him.
And in one quick moment, his hands were cupping your face and his lips were on yours.
Your hands went into his hair, and you let your eyes close as you returned the kiss.
Maybe it was because you were completely drunk out of your mind, or maybe it was just because you hadn't kissed anyone in a while.
But, damn, were you enjoying it.
You couldn't even make up a reason as to why you were enjoying it.
You knew that it was because it was him, even though you only just met the man earlier today.
He slowly started to pull away, looking at you with parted lips and a flushed complexion.
God, he was hot.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"No, don't say that." You cut him off, your hands moving back down to his shoulders. "If you apologize, that means that you didn't mean it. And you obviously did, or you wouldn't have kissed me to begin with."
"I know, I know... But we just met, (y/n). We haven't even known each other for a full day, and here we are."
You knew he was right.
As much as you didn't want him to be, you knew he was.
This is exactly what you didn't want to happen.
You hadn't even been living in Japan for a whole week, and you were already kissing a man you just met in the middle of a bar.
And to top it off, he was your coworker. You were going to have to see him practically every single day until you moved back home.
"Just one time can't hurt, right?" You say, to more so reason with yourself, "Just one kiss, that's all. But don't say you didn't mean it."
You left the bar that night knowing that you already made a huge mistake.
You kissed him. You kissed your coworker that you knew for all of twelve hours.
One thing was bound to lead to another, both of you knew that.
But he knew that he enjoyed that kiss just as much as you did.
