Sweet Dreams - Midoriya Izuku x Reader -

[6]

"Do you think you could ever love me?" You questioned, squirming slightly in your chair, pulling at the sleeves of the hoodie you had thrown on. How could he make you feel this way? A high school boy, not even a hero yet, was making you, an established villain, uncomfortable and shy. You glanced over at him, eager to see his face. He was beat red and his eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Y/n, I-I," he stuttered, searching for the correct words. Your eyes widened upon the realization that could never even be a possibility. You were a villain, and Izuku was training to become a hero. You were opposites; you would never work, and you suddenly thought it to be stupid of you to even entertain the idea.

"Wow I'm literally so stupid," you laughed at yourself, shaking your head slightly. Raising one palm to your forehead you laughed into your arm. The other arm brought your glass up to your lips and you tipped your head back, downing the rest of your drink before setting it on the table. You felt your head spin from all the alcohol you had drank, but disregarded the feeling.

"I'm sorry, that was so stupid." You spoke softly, shaking your head once more. You tucked your hair behind your hair and turned around in your chair, one arm on the bar to steady yourself and the other on the back of your chair. "Sorry Izuku," you repeated, standing up, readying yourself to leave. You took one step and your legs gave out from underneath you, but Izuku's arms caught you.

"Y/n, y-you're drunk.." He mumbled, unsure of what to do with you. He gasped and sweat dripped down his temple when he realized one of his hands had grabbed onto your breast. "Y-y/n!?" He blurted out frantically, and you raised your head groggily in response.

"Izuku I'm tired," you mumbled, trying to stand but failing.

"Oh my god, oh my god, o h m y g o d, what am I going to do?" Was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

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You fluttered your eyes open to a dark room, and groaned, your head aching terribly. This was the second time in a row you had done this to yourself, getting to drunk and passing out. You reached over for your nightstand to switch your lamp on, but your hand missed it. You groaned again and swung your arm once more, missing again. You frowned, heightening your sense of sight and realizing that you were not in your room.

Pictures and posters of All Might were splattered across the walls, figurines placed carefully on shelves. You sat up abruptly.

'What kind of fresh hell is this?!'

"O-oh, y-you're awake," someone observed, and when you moved your gaze to the doorway, Izuku stood with the door slightly open. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, hand on the doorknob. "I'm going to turn the light on," he warned, before reaching over and flicking the lightswitch on. You groaned louder, covering your eyes, your heightened vision didn't react well with the light. You dulled your sight back down to normal and squinted over at Izuku.

"Where am I? What kind of torture chamber is this?" You questioned groggily, only half joking. Izuku's face reddened quickly as he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"T-this is my apartment... You're lucky, my mom is out of town for the weekend," he mumbled, moving over to his computer chair at his desk. He sat across the room from you, and you grumbled inaudibly about how unpleasant all those All Might eyes were on you. You hoisted yourself to the edge of the bed and swung your legs over the side. Your eyes widened in horror when you realized you weren't wearing the clothes you left the bar in. You looked up at Izuku, eyes full of anger and confusion.