I Feel Better With You Around

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Reading prompt: Mirio and (Y/N) have just had a big fight about he is supposed to go through this really dangerous and expensive procedure, in attempt to get his quirk back. (Y/N) goes to a bar, to drink herself happy again. Mirio steps in to apologise, find her, and bring her back home with him.

WARNING: THINGS WILL GET REALLY EMOTIONAL. JUST SAYING.

Title: Nights In White Satin

"You shouldn't go through with this!" She yelled at him, obviously getting angrier the longer this argument went on. "(Y/N)," he breathed, "I know you wouldn't want me going through with this procedure, but think about how many lives I could save!" Mirio stepped closer to (Y/N) in attempt to calm her down. "I know, but..." a tear rolled down her cheek, "What if I loose you on an operation table?" She whispered. Mirio cupped her cheeks, and lifted her face so she could look directly into his eyes. "You won't loose me, (Y/N)," he smiled softly and gave her a long meaningful kiss on her lips, then pulled away after a few seconds had gone by. He watched (Y/N) close her eyes, and her eyebrows furrowed. It was a few moments before she opened her (E/C) eyes again, with a pained expression, and slapped his hands away from her face. She grabbed her wallet and strode out of the door, and slammed it behind her.

It was dumping bucket load, after bucket load of rain on the large city hidden in depths of Japan. (Y/N) muttered angered words to herself as her hair became drenched to the touch and her white satin shirt was stuck against her skin. The bell to a nearby bar rung out, and in stepped the pretty lady, (Y/N). A few bits of her makeup was smudged, but it turned out okay, because she decided not to wear that much that night. She wiped her shoes, not like it did anything, and entered the bar area where a man with white hair and chocolate colored skin stood cleaning a glass. (Y/N) sadly plopped down on a bar stool, and didn't have to even say anything as a shot of whiskey was slid in her direction. She mumbled her thanks , and downed the shot. It burned her throat, and went down quite roughly. She now got what Chris Stapleton ment in his song "Tennesee Whiskey".

"What's your name? You're not one of the regulars we see around here." (Y/N) looked up and noticed that the bar tender was talking to her. "It's... er... (Y/N)," she mumbled, "What about you?" She sat up, and noticed the baby blue eyes that really shone in the light, and popped against the spruce countertop. "Adair," he set his glass down, and threw the white towel over his shoulder, "Do you need another?" He motioned down to (Y/N)'s empty shot glass. "Make it two, please," she sighed and slumped over again.

She choked down the two shots, and a few more after that. (Y/N) didn't drink, she heard it just eased the pain, but she was a light weight. The room around her became blurry and her eyes became heavy. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "What happened?" The deep voice of the bar tender asked. "Me and my boyfriend got in a fight... If he goes through with this dumb procedure, he might as well kill himself. He's putting his life in another person's hands."

"But aren't hero's supposed to do that?"

"Yes, but he's doing this to become a hero again."

"Do you know the full story?"

"Yes, but it's quite long and it won't be that long before he-" (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows when she caught sight of the man who started this whole mess. He was talking to a male staff member beside a jukebox. (Y/N) knew he was asking for her, and like magic, the staff member pointed directly at her. Mirio intensely locked eyes with (Y/N), never leaving until she was the one that turned away and faced the counter again. "That's him, isn't it?" Adair gruffed. "Yeah," (Y/N) mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mirio talking to the staff member again and handing him two shiny quarters. The long slow song sung by Johnny Cash slowly faded away, and the speakers ebbed into a certain song that both (Y/N) and Mirio were fond of. He would play this song every time she wore that white satin shirt around him. It made her laugh.

"Nights In White Satin," She chuckled to herself, taking a sip of whatever drink Adair had handed to her. Mirio walked up behind (Y/N) and set his hand on her shoulder gently. "Are you ready to go home?" He softly whispered in her ear. (Y/N) swirled in her chair, and walked past him. The alchohal was kicking in, making her slightly sway. Mirio turned to Adair, who was glaring at him, "Treat her right, or I'm taking her for myself next time. My parents are all ways telling me to get a girlfriend, you know," Adair blandly snorted at him, then turned away. (Y/N) stood in the rain, she could still hear the jukebox from inside.

"Nights In White Satin
Never reaching the end,"

The jukebox sadly played, as Mirio stepped out beside her, and placed his jacket on her shoulders. "You shouldn't be out in the rain. You'll catch a cold, (Y/N)."

"And what if I do!? It's not like you'd care for my opinion..."

(Y/N) was a drunken mess, and her sentences weren't making sense. Mirio turned her to face him. The rain and lights of the bar glistened off of his hair. He looked upset. "(Y/N), I know you don't think much of me as it is, but I love you. If God wanted you to love someone else, then he wouldn't have made me. Because I love you (Y/N)! The reason I'm getting this operation done, is because I want to protect you," he cupped her cheeks. He could smell the alchohal lifting off of her breath. "Please, (Y/N)," he whispered and stared directly into her drunken haze. Mirio couldn't tell if it was just the rain, but tears started streaking down her cheeks. "Mirio I-" before she could say anything, Mirio smashed his lips against hers.

"And I'll love you!
Yes, I'll love you!
Oh, how I love you!"

They could hear the jukebox softly weeping.

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