Sweet Dreams - Midoriya Izuku x Reader -

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Hood up over your head, fully aware of the horrible condition you were in, you walk into the bar and sit yourself in a stool. You hardly slept all night, laying in bed staring at the wall or ceiling for countless hours, drifting in and out of sleep. You had finally rolled out of bed at 5:00pm.

"OI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Katsuki boomed at you, and when you turned your head slowly to look at him, his angry face melted away.  He was sitting, strapped to a chair, about two feet from you. You had forgotten he even was here. "What happened to you?" He asked, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.

"Some other time, okay?" You muttered with a small smile on your face. Katsuki blinked a few times before he looked away from you. You turned towards the bar and leaned forward, reaching your arm past Kurogiri and grabbing a bottle of vodka. "I'll be taking this," you teased hollowly, before moving off of your stool.

You could feel Kurogiri's eyes on you, as you exited the room. You couldn't see his face through the black portal substance that kept it well hidden, but you knew he wore a face of concern. Not wanting to hide away in your room again, you walked across the hall into the kitchen area, and sat yourself at the table. You took a long swig straight from the bottle, before peering across the room to see Dabi staring at you, hands in the sink washing dishes.

"Jesus christ, y/n," Dabi muttered, placing the dishes into the sink. "Did Tomura do that..?" He questioned softly, eyebrows knotting together. You put your hands up and shrugged, unsure of what to say.

"Why did you let him do that to you?" Dabi asked, drying his hands and walking over to the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down across from you before crossing his arms and staring intensely at you. "I don't know if you looked in a mirror, but you look like shit." He spoke with slight anger in his voice.

"Gee, thanks." You murmured at him, before taking another long drink. You felt your stomach heat up from the alcohol "Because I love him." You muttered, voice flat, staring at the bottle in your hand. You raised it to your lips and took another three or four swigs.

"It's not any of my business, but that is not love," he muttered, leaning forwards to place his elbow on the table and resting his head in his palm. "Even someone like me could see that."

"What is love supposed to be like, then?" You asked, in an accusing tone, even though you were genuinely curious. You doubted Tomura's love for you often, and your love for Tomura even more, constantly comparing it to what you had seen in the media. You never had anyone to speak to about the topic though, so you had always led it go.

"I don't know, but not that," he grumbled, gesturing with his eyes to your swollen face and bruised neck. You squirmed under his stare, grabbing your collar and bringing it up to your chin, attempting to cover your bruises.

"It's suppose to be a lot... I dunno, sweeter?" He sighed out, his tone raised at the end, confused by what he was saying. Dabi tilted his head and rested his cheek on his knuckles, looking down at his other hand resting on the table. "I've never been in love, but I've seen other people in love. The girls aren't covered in bruises, their eyes aren't swollen and red. They're usually smiling. Shit I don't know, y/n. I guess they're happy?" He shrugged, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Not that I care, though." He finished, an emotionless expression resting on his face.

"Oh, of course not," you scoffed, nodding your head back, chugging your drink. You heard Dabi sigh and shuffle back to the sink.

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An hour later you were plastered. You laid your head against the table, hiccuping occasionally. Dabi had left you a while ago, leaving you alone in the small kitchen and dining room. You shut your eyes momentarily and your mind was drawn back to your conversation with Izuku.

'What if I could choose something else?'

You opened your eyes, expecting to see an empty room, but to your surprise you saw Tomura. You shot up quickly in your seat, and toppled backwards, and in response he lunged forward and caught you.

"When did you become such a drunk," He grumbled, before righting you in your chair. His eyes racked over your face, and you watched his eyes and expression soften. He reached up to touch your face and you flinched slightly. His reach haltered for a moment, before he closed the distance and rubbed the back of his fingers across your cheek. He cupped your chin and lifted your neck, inspecting his handiwork.

You sat still, expressionless under his gaze, blinking occasionally as he turned your head side to side to look you over.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, dropping his hand, looking you straight in the eyes. "I-I didn't realize I was hurting you, I'm so sorry." He apologized softly to you.

You blinked, stunned by his words. Internally, you scoffed at him, his words were laughable but you didn't dare to laugh in front of him.

'Didn't realize he was hurting me? He's given me piss poor excuses before, but this one...'

"I-I just, I just wanted you to see how much I love having you here," he mumbled, sinking into the chair next to you, his head hanging. "You've given my life meaning. I love you." He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. His words were hollow; you knew he felt no remorse, despite the act he was attempting to put on for you.

"I love you too," you repeated, in the same empty voice you always did, mirroring the one Tomura used for his apology. You placed one arm around his shoulder, your hand resting on his head. Your other elbow rested on the table, your knuckles propping your head up by your cheek. Tomura murmured additional empty and in meaningful apologies and excuses into your chest as your mind wandered. Alcohol stirring odd thoughts in your brain, you pondered what a happy, and sweet love would be like. Certainly not this.