I can't believe I did that, and to a foreign minor, nonetheless. But I couldn't help it. It started with a kiss, then we pulled each other closer, until there was barely any space between us at all. Then I pinned him on the bed and grabbed his wrists. So while thrusting into him, I could watch him, his face, not being able to do anything. But he didn't dislike it either, and told me so when I tried to stop.
Something about seeing him all worked up like this in this situation turned me on, and I suppose he felt the same way. We had our fun, and somehow, during the whole thing, our clothes anded up scattered around the room, not that I minded. Better there than on him.
But as we were cleaning up, I noticed that he was clearly upset. I started to apologize, but he said that it wasn't my fault. That he'd let his feelings get to this point, even knowing that I'd have to leave. That he was sorry, sorry for staying, for loving, for believing.
I turned his head towards me. I pulled back in shock. He was crying. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just hugged him tighter, trusting that my warmth would be enough.
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He continued to visit me, more often than before, despite all his talk before. We had our share of fun, and helped each other through the hard times for the next month. And Eventually I was able to get back to America. Normal America, with no magic, no Heroes, No Yuuei, and no little boys with freckled faces and oddly coloured hair running around. And even though we both knew this say was coming, I guess this is goodbye.
I'll never forget you, Deku.
