I Feel Better With You Around

18.

As (Y/N) stepped into the light, she couldn't believe her eyes. Streamers were flying and beach balls were passed and tossed between person. "Woah..." she breathed. There were few that were sitting in each other's shoulders to get a better view of the stage. "Cool, right?" Mirio asked her and smiled. She nodded quickly. "You should get off the stage," Yamada called, "The crowd might get rowdy." "Why only us?" Mirio asked. "It really isn't safe for Eri to be around here, so I'm taking her to go the carnival," Aizawa yelled to them, as the crowd became louder. Mirio gave them an understanding look, and nodded. "What about you?" (Y/N) asked Yamada. "I have to talk to MB about some stuff! I'll meet you guys down there," he smirked and walked to the other side of the stage.

Aizawa rolled his eyes, "I'll see you guys later." Eri waved a sad goodbye, wishing she didn't have to leave the concert. The two left on the stage, waved back to her. "There should be some steps on the side over there! That's where it usually is!" Mirio chuckled. (Y/N) carefully walked across the large concrete stage. Her nervousness slowly getting to her. "Hey Mirio," she turned to him and he raised his eyebrows, "Do you think... there is something going on between Adair and Jordan... or even Yamada?" Mirio seemed to grow quiet. "The consent limit here is 13, right? Did you ever think that Yamada would've done something when he was teaching her? And, Adair and Jordan seem to be really close, and I could be sworn I saw something going on between them," (Y/N) began to pry at the question. "To be honest," Mirio mumbled above the crowd, "I really have no idea, whatsoever."

The two walked into the crowd and found a comfortable spot at a high seated table over to the side with an umbrella stuck in the center of the table. Picnic tables and tables such as the one they were sitting at were spread out in the back for those who need rest. There was a large empty spot, well, a spot that used to be empty but was currently filled with people, that was meant for dancing or overbearing fans that just want to be closer to the person on stage. "Are you excited?" Mirio snapped  (Y/N) out of her daze. "Yeah, but I'm more nervous for after the show!" She chuckled lowly. "You're still nervous about training?" He asked her and she nodded slightly. Mirio sighed and smiled at her. "Now that we're going to be outside for a while, I can finally admire how you look in the sunlight," he leaned his head on his hand and a devilish smile curled across his lips. (Y/N) blushed deeply. "You don't have to compliment me all the time..." She stuttered. "But what if I do? What if I don't tell you how beautiful you are, and then I just collapse, just because I didn't tell you?" His eyebrows peeked.

(Y/N) blushed, smiled, and rolled her eyes, "You're too kind to me." Mirio smiled. Making her happy made him happy, no matter what he did, it would always be to make sure the smile was on her face. He reached across the table and rested his hand on hers. The sunlight that leaked past the umbrella dazzled her skin, making it appear as gold. (Y/N) looked up at the soft blue eyes that had a gaze that told her that she was safe. The gaze told her that he would never hurt her. A gaze that whispered that he wouldn't dream of leaving her side. "I care for you, (Y/N)," he murmured, "I really, really do. And, whoever hurt you in the past, whatever inner demons you have, I can protect you from them. Being a hero, or not, I will save you from any danger, okay?" (Y/N) was breathless, completely oblivious of the other females with their companions, whispering to them about how lucky she was. (Y/N) quietly nodded, still staring at his lapis eyes.

The crowd grew louder, and interrupted their silent conversation with cheers. (Y/N) broke away from his gaze, unwillingly, and looked to the stage to see Tara hooking up an electric ukulele, Malaya setting up side instruments, and Adair setting up his microphone.