Villain Deku x Reader

Getting Comfortable

Izuku's POV

I was woken up to a text coming from the duplicate phone. I slowly sat up and rubbed my head. The wound was healed but I was still a bloody mess. Even though I was healed, my head was still throbbing. I got up and went over to my desk and picked up the duplicate phone. Of course it was Yamamoto. 

So you still aren't going to tell me who

he is?

Im sorry, Yamamoto. I told him that I

wouldn't tell anyone.

That's just stupid.

That's harsh

No it isn't. Y/n, if you were my 

girlfriend I would want everyone

to know. I would show you off to 

other people saying "look who's

my girlfriend and not yours" 

I still think you're lying. Are you that 

mad about yesterday? I was just 

concerned for you, y/n, I really was.

I didn't want to seem pushy but you 

weren't giving me much of a choice. 

Im not lying, Yamamoto! I swear Im not!

And why would I lie? Yes I am mad at you but I

already forgave you for yesterday and I was going

to invite you to help me cook tonight because I've 

never made katsudon and I wanted to practice

making it before I made it for Izuku and I know that

you would know how to make it. 

So his name is Izuku? What's his full name?

Damn it, Yamamoto! You got me all worked up!

You know I ramble when I get worked up!

So what if I played you. You can tell me his

full name or I can just Google search heros

with the name Izuku, your choice. 

Why are you being such a jerk lately!

Because I love you! And I am mad that this guy 

has swept you off your feet! That should have 

been me!

I felt so much anger building up within me and I wasn't even thinking. I grabbed my hoodie and slipped it on and headed down stairs. I was moving so fast that I didn't even hear if Shigaraki said anything to me as I flew out the door. I was quickly moving to her apartment. I had the phone pulled up and she didn't say anything back to him. 'Good girl' I thought to myself. 'you better leave him on read.'

I landed on the balcony of her apartment and opened the door. She forgot to lock it, then again she is on the third floor so Im guessing that she isn't to worried about it, but I was. If I was so easily able to get up here then someone else could. I need to make sure she learns to lock it.  

My head was pounding and I stumbled through her bedroom and into the living room. I slumped down onto her couch and rubbed at my head. I should not have pushed myself to get here so quickly. I heard the door being unlocked and I tried to get up to turn on a light so I didn't scare her but I fell back down. 

The door opened and the light flipped on. I startled her because she screamed and dropped whatever she was holding. "Izuku! You scared me!" She looked me up and down and she ran to me cupping my face in her hands. "Look at you, oh my god, are you okay? Should I call someone? What should I do?"

My head was spinning because of me rushing here. I reached over and slid my hand up the back of her head. "Say something! Are you okay?" She had tears welling up in her eyes. 

I leaned in and gently kissed her. "Yes, Puppy, Im fine." I pulled her close and hugged her. "Im sorry for making you worry, Love."

She pulled away and cupped my face again. "You're bleeding! Do you need to go to a hospital?"

I sighed. At least she was worried about me. "No, Puppy, Im fine. Im not bleeding anymore, this is all old. I just need to shower." I tried to get up again and I instantly felt light headed. I should have rested longer. 

She tired to help me up. "Let me help you, Izuku." She struggled to get me up, which was understandable considering she was much smaller than me. 

I got up and leaned on her. "Just let me just lean on you." I hated having to rely on her. We hobbled over to her bathroom and I sat on the counter top. I rubbed at my head more. 

She turned on the water in her bath and pulled out a wash cloth. She set it on the counter next to me and started to pull off my shirt. I grabbed her wrist to stop her. She looked directly into my eyes with an insistent look. I let go and let her do her thing. 

She wetted the cloth and started to wipe my face. "So what happened? Or can you tell me?" 

I laughed "Well I guess you could say I got a face full of concrete." 

She gave me a stern look. "I don't think it's funny." She turned and switched off the water in the tub. "I know that you're a hero and you getting hurt is a part of it, but Im still going to be concerned about you." She kissed me on the cheek. "Now get down here so I can wash the blood out of your hair."

"I can wash myself, Puppy." I got up and stripped the rest of my clothes. She turned her head and hid her red face. "Oh why are you being so coy, love? You are the one who told me to get ready to be washed, Im not going to get in with my clothes on." I sat down on a little stool that was next to the tub. 

"I-Im not being coy..." She was still hiding her face. She came over and poured water over my head "I am just being courteous and not looking." She started to scrub my head. 

"I can really take care of myself, Dear." I was looking down, trying not to get the bloody water in my eyes. 

She tilted my head back and poured more water onto my scalp. "I know but you always take care of other people. Let me take care of you." 

I looked up at her. She was smiling at me. I sighed "I guess it can't be helped, you have your mind made up." 

She scrubbed at my scalp for a few minutes till all the dried blood was gone. "There, now you can soak in the tub." 

She turned and started to walk away but I wrapped my arms around her. "Why don't you soak with me?" 

I didn't even have to see her face to know that she was redder than a tomato. "I-I uh.... I was going to make dinner!"

I turned her around and pulled her closer. I pressed my face into her chest and looked up at her. "Aw but I wanted to take a bath with you, please." I gave her puppy dog eyes. 

She sighed and stroked my hair. "Let me put my groceries away and I'll come and soak with you."

I gave her a big smile. I was starting to feel like my old, happy self with her. She was making me happy again. She was helping me to feel again. 

I could never let her go, ever.