Let's Go Plus Ultra. [Vol. 2!]

( Greed, or Envy? )

After you enjoyed your Taiyaki, Midoriya informed you about the latest mission he'd have to attend for Shiguraki. It saddened you to see him working with villains as a accomplice, however you couldn't bring yourself to directly tell him that.

"So what else do you want to do, [Y/N]? We could probably..."

Midoriya's words started to vanish as your ears drowned out everything around you. You began to think about Bakugou again, and how much you've missed him.

While slouching against the counter, you clenched your fists in attempt to sidetrack you from bursting into tears. "Izuku... I want to know where Katsuki is... or at least his corpse.."

The male in front of you came to an abrupt silence, one of his lifeless green eyes shaded by his frizzy unkempt hair. "Why?..."

He then flinched as he watched tears collide onto the smooth surface, a look of pain managing to engulf his expression. You shot your eyes up toward him, revealing desperate yet clouded [E/C] pearls.

"..I just miss him! So much ... that I don't want to believe that he's completely out of my life now... it hurts just thinking about that!"

Midoriya stared deeply towards you, unphased. "And what about me? If I was Kacchan, I bet you wouldn't even think about me." He leaned as you did, and grinned darkly while cupping your cheeks.
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His tone caused you to shiver, and you abruptly forced his hands away. He took one step back to create distance and twirled around to begin putting up the ingredients and objects he once used.

You laid your head down against the counter, burrowing your face into your crossed arms. Obviously there was no response to what he had said, feeling as though you were inferior in every way. "I'm sorry..." You whispered, earning a faint smile from the other.