Lonely Hoe | midoriya izuku

chapter eight; homosexual

   2 weeks.

  It's been two weeks since you've gotten Izuku, and truthfully thing couldn't be better. You'd always come home to a clean home, dinner getting ready, you're adorable hero wearing a frilly pink apron (that you insisted on getting for him,) and you'd always go to bed with Izuku charging for the next day.

   "(M/n) snap out of whatever fantasy you're in, and come back to work," James grunted from your side, cashing in bills into the register.

   "I'm not in a fantasy!" You retorted, leaning against the counter, resting your hand into your chin with a frown.

   "I'm just worried about my baby."

   "Fred?" Questioned the blue orbed boy, looking over at you curiously.

"No!" You stated, quickly going up right.

"I'm talking about my BOO!"

Silence.

"HEY STOP MAKING THAT FACE!" You pointed your finger at the red head, watching as he was trying to hold back his laughter—and doing a terribly job.

"We both know you're dying single."

"You ass!"

As the two of you began bickering back and forth, a familiar customer with her hero stepped forward—frowning at the fight in hand.

"Excuse me, but we'd like to order," Piped the dark red head beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders in a comforting manner.

"Oh sorry, the usual?" You quickly swatted James hand away from your collar, beaming at the two.

'Red Riot' and blondie have been coming here a lot, and ordering the same thing every time.

"Yes please," Blondie said, handing you a ten bill.

"Alright~!" You took the money, waving a hand behind you for James to get the things—which he did.

And with that done you two went back to your conversation.

"Who's the cursed guy then?" Asked James, crossing his arms at you.

"Well, he's NOT CURSED, and his name is Izuku," You answered, mimicking the red head, frowning.

Realization went through James, his eyes widening.

"You bought one of those humanoids? ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE?"

"Yes."

"Tch, you Lonely Hoe."

You stuck out your tongue at him in response, childishly as he just shook his hEad in response at your antics.

"Your face doesn't match your personality," He Muttered, turning to busy himself with something.

"wut?"

James sighed deeply at your response.

"Most costumers come here to see you, don't deny it, and once they figure out you're like a child—they turn away," He explained, finding a plastic cup out of place.

You smugly smiled at that.

"You sound jealous that I'm hot.."

"Is that seriously all you got from that?!"

"BABY I'M HOME!" You shouted, once entering your apartment, placing your rain coat on the hook—since it was raining earlier that morning.

"My name is Izuku!" Hollered back your hero, still not going to accept that nickname you keep persisting to say.

"Fine, Izuku," You walked forward where you heard his voice, into the living room looking in at Izuku—who was wearing your baggy black hoodie, and shorts— idling by on the couch.

You grinned at that. God he was so fucking adorable, you just wanted to bend him over and—woah there too far pal. You shook your head, knowing very well that Jesus was probably cringing at your gay thoughts.

Hopping onto the couch beside Izuku, who just scooted away to give you room, you grabbed him by the ankle before pulling him over to you.

"What are we watching?" You Hummed, resting your chin on the green haired boys shoulder, loving the fact you were WAY stronger than him.

"A documentary about birds."

"Pfff nerd."

"Oi, nerd, got sent back again huh?" Asked a spiky blonde haired male, looking at the green haired humanoid who walked into the repair room.

"...yeah." Izuku replied, looking down at his handless arms.

"Damn, that one did a number on you huh?" Asked an engineer, getting his tool box out, wrinkly face having a frown.

"Yeah, once they found out I couldn't defend myself." The green haired boy sat on another stool, looking over at the blonde who was sitting on a tool table.

"No one wants a quirkless hero." Said the Blonde.

"Yea, I know."

"—abe? BABY? ANSWER ME." You wailed out, demanding attention.

Izuku snapped out of his thoughtS, turning his head to stare into your (e/c) eyes.

"Sorry,"

"H-Hey, no worries I was just being clingy!" You sweat dropped, quickly letting go of Izuku so he could move off of you—but he didn't.

"No, it's fine," Izuku let out a small smile, "You can cling to me all you want." He said, beaming up at you.

It's better than chopping off my hands, though it's a matter of time before you rid of me too, Thought the boy, trying his best not to show you his true feelings.

Reading BL stories has made your mind—a hardcore smut zone, and the fact this cute lil' boy was beaming up at you like that made a steady flow of red liquid leave your nose.

Maybe you were a pervert.

"(M)-(M/n)?! Your nose is bleeding!"

★Author's Note★

BL: Boy Love.

(E/c) Eyes: The windows of (M/n)'s soul.