Gravitation

Still My Imouto

  "Owee...!"
  "Why didn't you wash this off when I told you to, dingus?!"
  She may be small(to him)and cute but gentle she was not.
  Unsurprising when it was the foul- mouthed ruffian wiping some kind of stingy smelly antiseptic on Eijirou's bajillion cuts while a chattery old man kept handing her paper towels so his suffering could go on and on.
  "I couldn't just leave you. It ain't manly...Gagh!"
  "That sound just now wasn't too manly either."
  Maybe not but it buuuurrrned. Why was she torturing him? What sort of way is that to treat your boyfriend.
  "You should know I hate it when people touch my things. It bugs me sooo much,"she said conversationably  but he sensed a kind of menace in there.
  "Huh?" Eijirou chose caution instead of directly inquiring about her meaning.
  "So don't get hurt." she told him. "And don't cheat. M'kay?"
  She smiled a smile deeper than the deepest darkness on the far side of the moon.
  "Or you could die~"
  Holy crap, was she a yandere or did he just imagine that Gusai Yuno moment just now?
  "You're cute when you're scared." Miku-chan commented expressionlessly.
  "I'm not scared. Just,er,concerned?" He didn't mean to make it sound like he wasn't so sure himself.
  Her bicolored eyes showed a certain curiosity but little else.
  She had to be getting off on messing with him. Why else would she just carry on like nothing was different. Or maybe she really was just crazy...
  "You don't hold anything back when you fight do you?" He changed the subject for his own peace of mind.
  "Eh, that's not really my way." She shrugged it off finally putting down the bottle of torture satisfied she'd sanitized  him enough or she'd wrung as much pain from him as she could using that method.
  "You don't have to try so hard y'know?" Eijirou told her feeling that he needed to.
  "Mn, also not my way." When she said that he sensed a nearly bottomless well of despair with no way of knowing how far it went or even if he wanted to know.
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"Rock! You lose, Neito. "
"Noooo!"
"Give up,you lost five times in a row. A real man accepts defeat."
  A strange group stood in the hall between class.
  Normally Shouto wouldn't cared that much he was used to seeing his sister and Monona by then fooling around in some way. Now there were more of them. A tall girl with fly away chestnut hair wearing a surgical mask  who he almost expected to be there by then but the weird part was Kirishima standing behind Miku with his chin on her head a sort of possessivness in the arm around her.
  They did have an odd closeness to them after that week of missions...
  After Chisaki Tsukime drug Monona away, him screaming as he went .
  "Saya," Shouto said giving Kirishima a look of warning.
  "Hah?" His sister looked mostly puzzled by him sending their classmate sheepishly back into class.
  "What are you doing with that guy?" Shouto asked directly.
  "Hah?" she repeated sounding annoyed.
  She matched his glare not intimidated in the least but he didn't expect her to be. They probably knew each other too well for that to ever happen. If anything he should be the one afraid of her.
  "Eiji is my boyfriend now."
   Now it was his turn to say "haah?!".
"It's not a big deal and why do you care?" Miku gave him a dirty look that contained several kinds of insulted.
  "You're still my imouto of course I care." Shouto sighed, why did she have to make it sound like he was the weird one?
  She rolled her eyes in clear exasperation,"Uh-huh, and what about you? Why are you doing this to yourself? Are you going to keep spiting Daddy by letting him think that rumor from before is true or is it just too hard to be honest with yourself?"
A shard of fear rippled in his heart at those words.
  "I never tried to make that shitty old man think that." he dismissed but that had been funny when the bastard about stroked out when he heard the "Todo-cest" rumor going around during middle school 
  Nothing but the stupid bad-mouthing of kids jealous of them unaware how unhappy their so-called privileged home really was.
  "Onisama..." She wasn't  letting it go.
  Shouto raked a hand through his hair feeling cornered. " What?" There was no way she knew about that. Couldn't. He had hidden it so well.
  "Midoriya." One word. A name.
  Just like that his true shame was exposed.