Deku pov~
I feel a urge to kiss him grapple me like a rag doll. I slowly scoot my hand until our pinkies are touching, as I stare out the window, and I intertwine my finger with his. He hesitates, I feel his gaze burning into my skull, he pulls his hand away and I feel pure panic arise in my chest, oh shit what did I just do?! I think quickly, the mist is swept away and I realize this is BAD. I can't like him. Not him. NOT A GUY. We're my feelings the beer? No... I can still feel the burning of blush plastered throughout my face. As the thoughts hammer me in the head, we pull up into his drive way. I'm acting like I'm asleep, so he can't see the fear and worry in my eyes.
"Midoria..." He whispers, gently shaking me.
I don't open my eyes, I feel like crying. I feel like grabbing him by his shoulders and hugging him forever.
"Mm" I moan, turning over in the seat.
He picks me up and takes me in the house, I feel fear grip onto my heart as we travel into his bedroom. He works the pants off me and slips off my shirt, my eyes remain closed yet my heart feels like it's about to burst. A cool, soft cloth is slipped onto my small shoulders and I'm tucked into his bed.
