{Deku PoV:}
He wasn't really asleep, of course.
This is bad... so why do I feel so good?
He should turn him away, he knew, protect him. Besides, once he found out Deku wasn't exactly a hero, they'd be over... but he still imagined a life with Kirishima, imagined being allowed to love him back, to be heroes together.
I'm delusional, I know... but I haven't felt this much like myself in years.
Deku felt a heaviness in himself, as he pretended to wake.
"...hm?"
"Oh, it was nothing..." Kirishima blushed.
"Oh. Ok... it's getting late. We should go back to our dorms..."
"Actually Deku... wanna hang out at my dorm?" Kirishima gave him a hopeful smile, and they hadn't hung out like this in forever...
"Sure, why not."
Why not?! Oh a million reasons Deku you idiot! You're falling in love, and that gives you a weakness in Dabi's eyes, which he will use.
Once they got to Kirishima's dorm, he put on a movie, flopping onto his bed. He gestured for Deku to join him, and Deku sat closer than he thought was necessary.
He's so... ack don't finish that thought!
Deku found himself watching his crush instead of the movie, his eyes lingering on Kirishima's lips.
Just one kiss would... no stop!
But he thought about it for the rest of the movie, subconsciously leaning closer. Kirishima glanced at him, and he froze, as his face was less than an inch from Kirishima's.
Shit. What am I doing?!
He blushed, about to pull away.
"No, it's alright..." Kirishima pulled him in, and their lips met, for a second. Deku kisses back, forgetting. Forgetting everything...Then reality crashed down and Deku pulled away.
"Look... it's too..." he fought for words to explain why he couldn't, even as much as he wanted to.
Dangerous.
"No I get it... sorry I really shouldn't have done that..." Kirishima whispered, looking down. "I just... I just thought, maybe you liked me too..." his voice was quiet.
"I'm sorry... I can't..." Deku stood, leaving quickly. He left, even though it was tearing him apart, even though he still loved him, he left. He went to his dorm, and locked his door, leaning against it, and letting the tears flow out. He hadn't cried, really cried, since he'd joined the league. He felt like all his pain was building up and breaking down, onto the floor, and restarting. He cried until he couldn't, until he had no more tears, or sadness, just a small kernel of hatred that was growing, engulfing him. He had a blank face, and tears shining on his cheeks, and a plan in his mind. He gritted his teeth, feeling a spark of anger towards the life he had, and the one he could've if he'd just fought a little more. Well he was going to fight now, even if he was too late.
