Heroes of War- Izuku X Reader

20.

"Well that's all I got... the finger trick was really hard to learn, normally you do it with a quarter or something..." His voice trailed off as he began mumbling. It was a bit hard to understand, "why did I show those stupid tricks, they don't even care, I bet I seem like a weirdo..."

I didn't want him to feel that way about me. I loved his little party tricks. They were cute, and he seemed genuinely proud of himself each time he did them right. I looked at him and pursed my lips, I don't know many party tricks, but people always thought it was neat.

I took a candy showing it to him and then I stuck my tongue out, and touched my nose he was impressed and gave a small clap. I had to stifle my chuckle as that wasn't the trick, I took the candy and balanced it on the tip of my tongue.

He looked a little surprised that I could do it, I then slowly and carefully not to drop it, pulled it into my mouth with my tongue and ate it. He nodded in approval.

I scratched the back of my head bashful, "I was debating if I should do the only trick I know. Since you know so many more..."

He shook his head and put his chin in his hand, "No! I thought it was cool. I could never do that. I might be able to balance on my nose but that's cause I melt the candy a little before putting it up there so it sticks better."

I nodded, "I mean after a while I can't balance it without it slipping, and I can only do it cause I have a long tongue." We fell into conversation so easily with each other, slowly about how we both enjoy some parties as long as it isn't publicly available. People apparently also harass the number one hero, I would be terrified to even think about doing something like that.

He was so open, talking about himself. How he wished somethings were different about the job. Like the criminals, most of the time they are either young first timers or they are long time fight.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard a hero tries... we still lose.

I ran a hand through my hair, the mood had gotten quite serious.

I bit my cheek, "Yeah... I know the feeling." I hated being the person that I was, hated where I came from... hate that my family is my family. "Sad truth is... I could have easily ended up like those criminals."

Izuku paused as he finished the last of his tea and sat it down, "You always call them criminals."

I flinched. Did I? I hadn't even noticed... I guess I never got past it. I opened my mouth then shut it. This could go horribly wrong but he doesn't like what I'm saying. "I mean, that is what they are... they break the law, meaning it's a criminal act, right?"

He nodded his head, "I mean... yeah."

He was giving me his full undivided attention. I couldn't maintain eye contact with him. How could he just, look at me while I say this kinda stuff? I held my hands together. I shouldn't be afraid of it, nothing is wrong with thinking this way...

"I don't think all criminals deserve to be called villains." I feel this way because of experience, the only way someone could understand is if I explain it... "Some people do deserve it. I-I think it makes it easier, to say someone is a villain and be done with it. It kinda breaks them away from being human, I guess? I get to see a lot of petty crimes and robberies."

I couldn't help but think back to the little boy and his mother. What if he ended up being someone that I have to take in? Someone that I have to place in prison? "So many times, I see that they are just some teenager, trying to make a change in their environment, for one reason or another... b-because that's the only way they think anyone will hear them. It's... something that I-I tried to do myself, but I suppose I got off easy because of what I did."

His green eyes looked me over. I couldn't help but fidget, my sleeves were the best form of entertainment.

It's was easy for him to be open...

I wish I could be like that.

"What did you do?" He leaned onto the table thoroughly enjoying hearing my perspective. He was smiling gently, and he had made his body as open as possible to me directly.

I looked up and met him in the eyes, "I... I stabbed someone with a spoon..."

He seemed taken aback pretty quickly. He hadn't said anything yet though. He was looking for me to continue. Most people just jump to conclusions from there, but at least he would let me explain the situation.

"I was only in middle school when that happened. I mean it wasn't necessarily a stabbing."He looked at me with a quizzical eyebrow raise, I rolled my eyes and looked at the half empty box of candies we had ate. I was gritting my teeth. I never liked thinking to hard on the subject of that... man. I didn't want to talk about it anymore, he can get the picture. I plucked a candy from the box and stuffed my face with it.

He seemed to hesitate. I could see his hand move to touch me, it was an automatic response for him. He didn't touch my shoulder yet, hovering over before deciding that he would.

I looked at him, I wasn't going to spell everything out. So many people just want an explanation and I hate it... I don't even remember everything that happened.

"Hey," it was warm and bubbly, "I mean if you don't toss around the term lightly, I guess that you use it when someone is really just... a monster" I looked at him, he was so kind. He took my words seriously... only the people that ever did were there to witness what happened.

It was odd... I wasn't used to people being so... okay with not know the full story and just settling for the information I had. Soon me and Izuku were back on the back and saying our goodbyes. While he left to the sidewalk of the city, I stood and watched his hand waving bye to me, and I waved back like the dumb idiot I am...

I hate it when I have a fucking crush.

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