My Hero Oneshots

Mission Gone Wrong 🍋

A/N I know it's late but things happen. So to everyone's favorite blasty boi ~Happy Birthday~ 🎂 

Hot. I have to force my eyes open but I can barely move. I could feel my skin tingle from the chill air surrounding me, raising bumps and making me shiver, even so, I am so hot. I arch my head back hoping to make it a little easier to breathe and I'm rewarded with not only a large breath of cool air but the sight of him laying so close above me. 

His slim but fleshy arms were up over his head while he stretched. My eyes following how his muscles moved with an ease I could only dream of because how could we be like this? Together? Alone? 

I look around briefly to find us in a hotel room with two beds, that explains the awkward position I found him in. He was laying along his bed correctly while I was laying across mine and the fact that my head went over the edge letting me see him, well I can only think of it as a dream. Why else would he be so exposed? So vulnerable? 

I carefully turned around, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see more. His eyes are still shut but he was squirming, his legs squeezing together sometimes and his back arching off the bed letting his thick, fleshy chest rise off the bed. I could smell the scented lotion he usually used to help relieve his tired and achy muscles after training. I could see the light sheen from it too. His breathing was rapid, labored, as if he couldn't get enough air and I found myself up on my knees. When did I-? No, that's a silly question. 

I sat up and found myself in much the same position. How did we end up back in our room, in our own beds, naked? No matter how much I try to search my memories I can't think of anything at all. The last thing I remember was ordering room service after arriving. 

“Kacchan?” I asked softly, the bottom part of his bangs were sticking to him and when he opened his eyes his face flushed but he didn't yell or get mad. Right, a dream. If it was anything but there is no way he would be so calm right now and I know he has to know he is just as naked as I am. “I-,” what am I supposed to say? What am I doing? Why am I reaching for his face? 

He let out a light moan when my hand touched his face, his warm, tender face, leaning into me and making my heart skip a beat. I want to be closer. I want… What do I want? 

“Deku?” His voice rasped and I could barely hear him so I climbed closer, crawling into his bed. 

“Yes, Kacchan?” I hummed, worried that I might startle him. He looks so tired, the way he is panting is making me worried but if I show too much concern he'll get mad. 

“Closer,” he mumbled, he must want to make sure that I hear him. Maybe he is sick? His red eyes flashed when I leaned down not stopping until I realized I was far too close, his breath tickled my skin, I swear his eyes sparked and I could see how the thin fibers intertwined, red of such a varied assortment it could have taken my breath away and now that I'm so close I could see the gold adding to their brilliance. 

“So beautiful,” I whispered the words and I should probably jump away but I can't. Not with him watching me like this. Even with me saying something so embarrassing he was still watching me. Searching as if he could somehow find the answers that he was looking for in my eyes. 

I almost jumped when his arms reached my shoulders but even with how hot it was he wasn't setting off his quirk. He is pulling me closer and I let him, I want to let him. To be close no matter how hot it is. His eyes left mine but it was too late. He closed his eyes and before I could even look around he was pulling me in, the softness of his lips pressed against mine and I could feel his hands in my hair. 

Dream. This must be a dream! 

I took a quick breath and stopped holding back. His tongue found mine and I could taste the sharp string of spices that was somehow softened by the creamy decadence that was chocolate. I don't really like a lot of spicy foods but there is just something about spiced chocolate that excites me so much. Maybe it's because of how Kacchan always smells of the creamiest, sweetest caramel? Hmmm, I wonder?