𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧?; 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"you're all i wanted."

Waking up in your bed with your coworker sleeping beside you was not at all what you were expecting. Who would expect that?

Sure, you had gotten drunk with Marley before, but you never really brought guys home with you.

But now, as you looked over at Izuku, you were beginning to recall the events of the night before.

Marley took you out for a girl's night out.

Izuku and his friends ended up being at the same bar as you.

Everyone got drunk.

You and Izuku kissed. Again.

And now, everyone was asleep downstairs.

Well, everyone with the exception of you, Izuku, and Marley.

You tap the man's shoulder, trying to wake him up, "Izuku, wake up."

"Why? It's so early..." He says back to you, pulling you closer to him by your waist. "Just stay in bed a bit longer..."

He obviously wasn't thinking. Right?

You were trying to reason with yourself as to why it was okay that you were laying next to him in your bed.

You're both adults, him being only one year older than you.

You were friends with some of the same people, even though he was much closer with them than you were.

And you both told each other that you liked one another last night.

Even if you were drunk, the saying goes that drunk words are sober thoughts.

"This isn't right." You tell him, using your fingers to brush his hair out of his face, "We're coworkers. We shouldn't be kissing, and we sure as hell shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed."

"If it isn't right, then why are we doing it?" He questions, finally seeming to wake up a bit, "(y/n), I'm obviously not going to keep doing this if you don't want to. But if we-"

"That's the problem! I do want to keep doing this, even though I know it's wrong." You admit.

You knew that if this continued, you could either be at risk of losing your job at UA or your relationship becoming this whole big scandal in the media.

You were one of the top heroes in the world. Of course you were followed around by paparazzi practically everywhere you went.

Your every move was in the public eye.

Though, in Japan, there was most definitely much less paparazzi than in America.

It was like a relief.

But just because there wasn't as many didn't mean that there wasn't any at all.

"Why do you think this is so bad?" Izuku asks you, looking at you in slight confusion, "Walk me through your thought process, because I'm not getting it at all."

Your pull your hand back from his hair, your eyes straying away from his gaze, "We've only known each other for a few weeks. We're coworkers. The media would take it completely out of proportion. The list goes on and on."

You hear a small sigh escape from his lips before he starts speaking, "First of all, we've done less than the people on Love Island do in a day. Second of all, plenty of people meet their significant others through work. Third of all, the media takes everything out of proportion. So if it can't be helped, why stress yourself out over it? And besides, it's not exactly like we're in a relationship."

You weren't in a relationship with him.

Why should you care so much what other people think? You two weren't dating or anything like that.

For better or for worse, you weren't dating him.

It actually kind of hurt to hear him say that.

You knew you weren't in a relationship, but why did it hurt so much hearing those words leave his mouth?

"I'm gonna go to Marley's room. You're welcome to anything in the pantry." You tell him, standing up from your bed and walking out of the room.

"Oh, hey (y/n)!" She greets you, "How're you-"

Maybe you were just a tad bit overdramatic when it came to how you were feeling right now.

You closed her door behind you, laying down next to her and for some reason just starting to cry.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She immediately asks, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your head to rest on her chest, "Did something happen."

"No, I just- I need to cry." You mumble, sobbing with your tears staining her shirt.

She gently scratches your back, trying to comfort you even though she didn't know why you were crying.

To be honest, you didn't really know why you were crying either.

It's not like Izuku didn't say anything that wasn't true.

You two weren't in a relationship.

And yet, here you were. Crying over a boy you met not even three weeks ago.

Why were you even crying over him of all people?

You were just going to have to leave him behind when you moved back home anyway.

"Do you wanna try to think about what might've made you cry?" She questions, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

This was the previously mentioned girlfriend behavior.

If anyone else that was in this house right now walked into Marley's room, they would think that you two were dating for sure.

"It's Izuku..." You finally force yourself to say, "I don't even know why. We were talking about what we've been doing and- I don't know, it just made me want to cry, and so I came in here."

"But what you've been doing, do you mean how you two have kissed twice now and slept next to each other last night?"

"Mhm."

"You don't have to be upset about that, my love. I think that you're just overly stressed from the amount of work you've had. And you already know that if anything were to be leaked about your not-so-relationship with him, I could just use my Quirk and fix it."

Hearing that brought you a small bit of comfort.

But still, it wasn't really the fact that you two were coworkers, or that you'd only known each other for not even a whole three weeks, not even the fact that there was a chance of the media finding out about it.

It wasn't any of those things that you had been telling yourself it was.

It was the fact that you wanted to be in a relationship with him, but couldn't bring yourself to get into another relationship.

Not after how the last one ended.