Izuku Midoriya: John Wicks Prodigy

a storming blush, a trap so lush

Izuku midoriya stood blushing infront of a mirror, checking the little scratches near his neck.

He could see them almost fade out, thankfully it might even be healed by the time he gets to the harbor.

He put on a suit and started placing bent metalic objects in, guns, grapplers, flares, stuns, everything he could possibly fit with out the need for plot armor.

He stepped outside, adjusting the waist coat and making sure the chainmail armor was fastened.

Tomrui stood in new clothes, a red blush on her face as she avoided looking at izuku, but stood staring at his reflection on the tv.

Izuku and tomuri had woken up to both of them cuddling each other in the storm and ended up falling on each other in the morning.

Izuku sat down next to her as his newly fried katsudon in a packet steamed, the newest delivery systems were so good, mr beff jezos sure had a super quick delivery system.

Izuku continued with his meal as tomuri chowed down on her crab legs, both eyeing each others foods, glancing greedily.

As soon as tomuri grabbed her crab leg and bit on it, izuku grabbed the final 3 and dipped it in katsudon and gulped it all down.

Tomuri yelled with her closed mouth, steam pouring her noses as she started choking izuku.

He thankfully had it safely sliding into his gut but just for show he puffed his cheeks.

Tomuri forcefully opened his mouth and kissed him, her mind going blank as she realised she was attempting to reverse bird feed.

She stopped, her lips still on his, once against judging herself as a nuisance to his goals.

Izuku grabbed her wrist as he proceeded with the kiss, no thoughts. Head empty.
Face? Red.
How red? Beetroot.

Is he going to do her? He just might on the next episode of dabis master plan of getting two overthinkers together.

When the two pulled apart, they slowly adjusted themselves, fixing her makeup tying his laces and they both tried to talk.

A loud roar rumbled across halls, as a dazzling light interrupted them. Lightning.

"H-hey, izuku, dont you have a schedule?" Tomuri reminded him.

He had woken this morning and found a message from kirishima about how theyre needed to export cargo of a special freighter.

And izuku thankfully woke up 3 hours away from said freighter departing to its unspecified destination.

Izukus arm was still in a cast, so he needed a trusty friend to drive him. So his new betrothed was driving him.

The garage was oddly damp with rainwater seeping through the closed gates. It seemed as if this must be the reason why theyre needed.

Izuku was glad his neck tie was a crually a buttoned gas mask. He could never tie a tie so its a tie on a tie tie...

Tomuri entered her car as izuku buckled himself in, the passenger side was mostly fun as long as the person driving wasnt him.

Tomuri fumbled with the keys before she started the engines and hit the road, maiing sure to close the gate to the garage behind her.

Be couldn't believe he slept with someone...in their shop..with them..and woke up..and..he wanted to be a hero, and if these were the things he would wake up to, hes going to her faster.

But he needed to make tomuri belive that he can comeback from any fight. So a good year of taking down bad guys would be just fine.

"So um, how was it..." tomuri said blatantly, her eyes on the stormy foggy road.