The Death of You [BNHA]

Chapter Nine

~Emi's POV~

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror feeling nervous and awkward. The atmosphere in the penthouse was a little strange after our tense emotional discussion. Toshinori asked me out to dinner once I'd calmed down part of me thought maybe it was a pity dinner to cheer me up another part of me thought it was a date and a third part of me thought I was way overthinking things but I never listened to that part of myself.

The only nice thing I really owned was the black Victorian like dress I'd worn on my first day as his assistant. The frilly lace white collar drew attention to my neck and I frowned as I looked at the bandages, I rushed in like a fool and made him worry and even got myself hurt. Since we'd never had much money growing up, I'd never gotten into makeup and accessories. So I had nothing to draw attention away from the bandages. The only real makeup I owned was a deep mauve lip stain but I decided against it. I brushed out my hair and left it down in an attempt to hide the bandages from prying eyes.

After one final once over in the mirror, I decided this was as good as it was going to get and exited my bedroom. Toshinori stepped out of his bedroom at the same moment and we both paused awkwardly. He had dressed up a little too wearing a pair of nice khaki pants and a clean pressed button up shirt in a deep royal blue color. His cheeks were stained with pink as he glanced my way.

He scratched the back of his head pretending to tame his glittering golden hair and smiled somewhat nervously, "you look nice."

I felt my face burn at this and managed to squeak out what I hoped was a thank you. He offered me his arm and I thought for a moment my face was on fire as it turned so hot, I was sure it could burn things. I shyly placed my hand atop his arm and let him steer me to the door. We put on our shoes and left the penthouse in a somewhat comfortable silence. We were both clearly feeling nervous though I had no idea why he would be feeling nervous, yet the silence wasn't awkward between us.

I chanced a glance up at him and noticed faint traces of guilt lingering in his gaze, he felt bad for upsetting me earlier. I knew it wasn't his intention, he was just trying to do what he thought was best for me. As we stepped into the cool night air I finally spoke up, "All Might?" I was careful not to slip up and call him by name now that we were outside.

He looked as if he were going to correct me for a moment before realizing we'd made it outside. "Everything alright?"

I nodded and bit my lip nervously feeling somewhat nervous now that he was looking at me. My stomach was tying itself into nervous knots. "I just wanted to thank you, for letting me decide...and for worrying about me."

He smiled but it looked somewhat strained, "you're welcome...but I can't promise the conversation won't happen again if something else happens. Just know, if it does, it's not because I don't want you here," he shifted his weight on his feet looking a little shy and uncomfortable, "I care about you and I want you to be safe." A faint blush spread across his cheeks at this.

I knew my entire face had to be painted red at his words and I quickly averted my gaze. To passersby we had to look strange, both red faced and looking away from each other, like awkward teenagers. Despite how strange we might have looked to others, it made me happy. My heart felt a little lighter after hearing his words.

We made it to a nice-looking restaurant and I suddenly grew nervous again. It looked like the kind of place I'd seen only in TV and movies the kind of place that only accepted reservations. It was way too fancy for someone who'd grown up as poor as I did. He paused as if sensing my hesitation. "Emi?"