Love sick (BnHA Various x Reader)

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Hitoshi sat up, pushing his blankets back and out of the way. Getting out of bed, he spent a moment stretching before he left his room, making his way to the place he would go first before anything else.

(Y/n)'s room.

Even though he seemed annoyed by her when she refused get up, he enjoyed the back and forth. It may have been insignificant to her but it meant a lot to him, so did every other moment he got to spend with her. He hated to admit it but he really liked (Y/n), a lot more than he should've. When she had first arrived to live with his family, he had thought of her as an annoyance. But over time, he warmed up to her, the two of them becoming close friends.

As he drew nearer to her door, he couldn't help but think about what had happened the previous day. He was sad that they couldn't have lunch together but he was fine with it as long as she was happy. Hitoshi remembered the smile she had when she told him about having lunch with the heroes, to him it was priceless.

Then how she scolded him after he got into an argument with Bakugou, warning him not get into any fights. He knew it was something any friend would do, but he couldn't help but let his mind imagine it as if she was something more.

Finally, he remembered when they got home. He had done something which could've risked their entire friendship, whether that was to take it to the next level or lose it all together. He actually planned on confessing to her that afternoon but his parents came home early, ruining his plan.

He was going to do it later that night as well but when he went to check on her, she was already asleep. Just thinking about how he got to hold her while they watched movies sent heat to his cheeks, he liked holding her like that. She also seemed to enjoy it as well, liking the warmth and cuddling even closer.

Reaching (Y/n)'s door, he knocked lightly before opening it. He stepped into the bedroom, his eyes moving to the bed where he hoped to see her sleeping. But he was surprised by the sight of an empty bed, (Y/n)'s uniform and school bag no where in sight.

"(Y/n)?" he called into the room, hoping that she was just hiding. He waited but received no answer. Getting impatient he decided to have a look around the room, under the bed and in the wardrobe as well as a few other places she could hide in. But he was unsuccessful in finding her, she wasn't there. Heading back to his room, he sighed as he changed into his uniform, hoping that she would be downstairs.

Once he was ready, he went down stairs and didn't see anyone. Not even his parents. It was a cliche scenario but his mother, who was the cook of the house, would usually be in the kitchen while his father would sit at the dining table, reading the newspaper.

He looked around these places where they usually were, pausing his search when he heard quiet sobbing. Following the sound, he found himself in the living room. His mother sat on the couch with her face in her hands, crying, while his father sat by her side, rubbing her back.

"She heard me," she cried, trying to wipe both the tears and snot from running down her face. His father was the first to notice him, the older male heaving a sigh. He lifted one of his hands and gestured to an armchair, wordlessly asking him to take a seat. Hitoshi did as he was asked, paying all of his attention to his mother who was yet to calm down. Hajime shook his wife's shoulder, getting her to look up to show their son was there.

"What happened? Where's (Y/n)?" he asked, looking between both his mother and his father. Hajime let out another sigh, continuing to hold his wife.

"Last night... your mother had too much to drink and started saying hurtful things about (Y/n). We didn't know until this morning but (Y/n) heard and left in the middle of the night," he informed. Hitoshi lent forward in his seat, a worried expression on his face.