𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑐𝑒 [𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑜𝐷𝑒𝑘𝑢/𝐷𝑒𝑘𝑢𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑜]

Chapter 6 - Vanilla and lime

No one will love if you're unattractive.

(Mrs potato head - Melanie Martinez)

Chapter 6 - 'Vanilla and lime'

Day 28
(00.00AM)

"How are those classified as children's movies when there are characters dying?"

Midoriya giggled as he changed into his pajamas letting me see his back muscles stretch in the process. I forced myself to look away before he could catch me staring, but I must admit it was a pleasant view.

"I warned you that we'd need tissue! Did you like them though?" - He asked, a worried expression taking its place on his face.

"You said we were going to have fun, and you... I cried Midoriya."

"I'm sorry..." - he frowned a little giving me an apologetic smile.

"I am glad we watched them though. Thank you." - I said bowing my head a little.
I knew that those movies were meant to be part of my childhood and even if I didn't know if he was actually trying to give me back a piece of it or not, I was really thankful.

"Did you just smile?" - he wondered, suddenly rushing in front of me. I shrugged a little glancing at his sparkling green eyes as he rested his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged a little not really knowing if I did it or not.
Midoriya smiled brighter and wrapped his arms around me in a hug I didn't expect almost making me fall down back on his bed. I slowly brought my arms around his back and snuggled my head into his neck enjoying the moment. It felt nice and warm, the skin of his neck was soft against my cheek and he faintly smelled like a mix of vanilla and lime. I've never felt better before, I could have stayed like that forever to be honest, but he pulled away too soon chuckling lightly.

"Where's your mother by the way?" - I mumbled trying to hide how disappointed I was that the hug didn't last longer.

"Oh, she started a new job, she's gonna get home pretty late...do you want something else to change into to sleep?"

"No, this is fine"

"Good. Ehm...by the way I don't have an extra bed or a futon, so... I'll sleep on the couch I don't want to make you uncomfortable by sharing the bed..." - he said as blush creeped onto his cheeks.

"I don't mind sharing" - I said.
I was more than happy to be close to him, I loved the feeling it gave me. During our little movie marathon he ended up snuggling against me and I was really pleased and it made me crave more; not that I'd say that out loud.
I laid down watching him walk around the room organizing everything for the next morning. He plugged his phone into charge and sat on the bed staring at me.

"Is something wrong Midoriya?"

"Not really, I was just wondering if you were going to take it off?"

I looked at him questioningly and he started to play with his own fingers clearly uneasy.

"The makeup...I mean, isn't it gonna rub off during the night anyway?"

"I'd rather not have you seeing that." - I cut short.

"Oh, ok..." - he said, his mood seeming to drop more - "whatever makes you more comfortable I guess..."

I hummed and got up with a sigh walking to the bathroom closing the door behind my back hating to see his mood drop like that. I just wanted to see him smile all the time. I frowned staring at my reflection as I pulled my hair away from my face. I didn't think about this all day, it was stupid of me to forget about something like that. I didn't want to let Midoriya see how ugly I was, he already had to see me cry like a child; that was quite enough to go through in one day, but I didn't want him to wake up and be startled to see my ugly face for the first time either. I guess he won, I was going to let him see it. It was a matter of time anyway; it was meant to happen eventually. I hated it but time seemed to make things always more complicated.
When I was a child, I just wanted to get rid of my red hair and blue eye, everything that made me resemble my old man, but after what my mother did it become more complicated. As time went by, I learned to hate everything that made me resemble her till the point that I couldn't stare at any part of my face anymore not even the untouched side. Growing up I became more self-conscious about my appearance and that didn't really help me to socialize. Being home-schooled and isolated thanks to my father didn't really help either...
With a sigh I opened the faucet adverting my eyes from my reflection wishing for a few moments that I was blind and didn't have to see my face ever again. I washed my face with some soap and after rinsing it, I dried it quickly with the blue towel Midoriya left for me by the sink turning my back to the mirror. I left the bathroom without bothering to look at my reflection again, head low trying to style my hair to cover my left eye. If I couldn't stand to look at my face when I had makeup on, it was easy to guess how I felt when I didn't.

'They're safe! No one will love him now' - she screamed while they were taking her away to the clinic.

She was right about one thing: I was unlovable, and I sarcastically thanked my mother every day for screwing up my face forever.

I walked through the faintly lighted room and sat on the bed keeping my gaze glued to the floor.

"Does it make you this uncomfortable?" - Midoriya asked from behind me. I shrugged and laid down next to him facing him but quickly sinking the left side of my face into the pillow.

"You don't have to answer...I mean, I'd totally understand if you don't want to talk about it, but: what happened exactly?" - he mumbled becoming gradually more embarrassed.

"My mother, she said she couldn't stand to see my left side before throwing scalding water in my face. She tried to fix it with her ice quirk, but she just made it worse." - I said.

"Can I see it?"

I sighed and turned my head enough to let him see. He stood silent for a while; his eyes immediately glued to the scarred skin examining it carefully. He outstretched a hand towards my face, his fingers stopping a few inches away from my skin.

"Can I...?" - he didn't finish the question, there was no need for him to do it. I nodded lightly keeping my eyes on his face.
His cold fingertips brushed my scar making me flinch for the sudden cold touch. He didn't seem to notice, too focused on analyzing my skin. He shifted his gaze on my eyes staring at me as his hand moved to cup my right cheek.

"Why do you cover it all the time?"

"Because it's ugly, it makes me unattractive and no one wants to see it"

He frowned lightly moving his had from my cheek to brush some hair off of my face.

"It's stupid, you're one of the most beautiful boy I've ever seen" - he muttered smiling as a light blush reached his cheeks. My heart skipped a beat as I held my breathe. I could feel my eyes watering as I fought back tears and hold myself from crushing my lips against his. I really wanted to kiss him right then; it was impossible for him to actually love me but that little lie made me feel hope for the first time in years.

I don't know when or how we fell asleep but the last thing I could feel was his warm arm resting around my waist and his head against my chest. I know that in that moment, for the first time in my life, I was genuinely happy.

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[A/N]
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Published 15.05.2020
[Partially edited 5.24.2021]

Art ~ Credits to toreoxoric on tumblr