We Didn't Ask For This(Deku x Fem Iida)

Chapter 4

"Essay... Completed. Finally!" Iida sighed, falling on her back into the soft bed. I took the pictures which are then converted to pdf text and then sent off. Why not use a computer? Iida says it, 'lacks the spirit of a pencil.'

Maybe she's right. I was too busy staring at her, how she sprawled across the sheets, her arms outstretched and shoulders relaxed. I tried to resist but couldn't help but watch the methodical rising of her chest, not for any perverted means but as a reminder that she is human. It's nice when she unwinds and breathes without worry. Frankly, I've never seen her so relaxed, her mouth slightly ajar and eyes shut.

Iida POV

I had almost fallen asleep even though I'd closed my eyes for a minute. I have plenty of things bouncing around in my mind. I find myself enjoying the silent companionship. If it weren't for this damned marriage, maybe I'd enjoy it even more.

There is no chance I'd get married without this deal but Midoriya has a lot of opportunities. He deserves a chance at finding true love.

"Midoriya-san," I called. I heard a small grunt of acknowledgement. "As far as we are concerned, consider this engaged annulled. Don't let it stop you from enjoying your youthful years of romance." I said with a false tone of righteousness. "Are you inferring that I am allowed to engage in.. extramarital affairs?" He asked, possibly making sure to get a definitive answer.

"Of course." I opened my eyes and sat up. "Frankly, I'm not very romantically inclined nor does my social standing allow me to be. But you, you have a lot of options. I doubt any girl would refuse you." I added. He flashed an awkward smile.

"S-so, your not interested in anyone?" He queried. "Why do you ask?" I questioned back. "M-my question first." I raised an eyebrow. "You're getting bold," I uttered, weary of his darkening eyes and constricting pupils. "I'm asking a question. Do you like someone else?" He repeated with a deeper voice and sharper tone, lacking the usual stutter.

I look at him, my head tilted slightly, and then it hit me. "You're interested in me, aren't you?" I whispered, causing the green fluff ball to cover his face with embarrassment. His hands were firmly plastered onto his face. He opened the space between his 4th and middle finger. "I'm sorry... It... I don't know how... I-it just happened."

I sighed. This is definitely not a first so I'm very prepared to turn him down. "How long?" I asked. "A few months." He squeaked innocently. "Please don't hate me..." I could hear his sobs begin to vocalize and tears beginning to form, ready to drip.

Usually, this is the part where I'd turn them down, but I owe him this much to listen. "Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why... do you... like me?"

He removed his hands and looked at me with teary eyes. How the hell is his not one of his quirks. It's like a god damn puddle. "You're... perfect." I could quite hear that last part. "Excuse me, can you-" He then blurted, "To me you're perfect!" His eyes locked with mine. I wanted to speak but he beat me to it.

"It might sound creepy or weird but... everything you do is just perfect. The way you walk, talk, act, even the way you glare at me makes my day and I don't know why... You just do."

This is the part where I politely decline their affection. It's a standard, 'I don't know why, but I like you.' I used to get them all the time. I never accepted them since I thought it would be a waste of time and energy. Frankly, relationships are an overstatement.

Izuku tears slowed but still formed tiny orbs in the corner of his eyes. He looked away from me and to his lap, facing the door. I have no affection for him, fiancee or not, and yet his confession was almost compelling. Usually, it would be strangers confessing to me, but he is my friend, my classmate. We have history and shared experiences, so in a way, this is a first for me.

"And what would you do if I accepted your feelings?" I asked out of curiosity, hoping to gain insight for future encounters. "I don't know. This is first for me?"

"Hmm. Would you hug me?" He looked up, head tucked to his knees. "If you allowed it." Interesting. "Would you hold my hand?" I further questioned? "Hand holding leads to lead acts. So no." He replied.

This is getting interesting for me.

"Would you kiss me?" I asked in a low whisper. Suddenly my throat ran dry as his eyes opened far beyond what is normal before resting again. He looked shamed, almost insulted. "Yes." He croaked. I cleared my throat.

"D-do you want to... kiss me? Right now?" I offered. Why? Why the hell? I have no reason to... But I feel sorry for him. He obviously has trauma and shows signs of past abuse, evident by his character and isolationist mindset. "Yes... No... I... Don't... Yes.. wait... No..."

"It's a simple yes or no, Midoriya." I raised my tone slightly, apparently frightening him. "No! It's not." He objected. "You need to answer my question first. Are you interested in someone else?" He repeated again. "What does it matter!?" I shouted.

"Because... I want you all to myself. I've never had... someone... anyone to myself. All my friends have friends. My mother has my father. Teachers have other students. I want something for myself. Just me." He explained. This selfish little...

"Something, eh? So I'm just... A possession?" He sighed. "No... I'm sorry. And for the record... I do want to kiss you... To be there for you... But I know it won't happen. I'm not good enough for"

His voice is becoming annoying, pitiful and weak. But... He's just a puppy, wanting someone to care for him.

3rd person

Without thinking much of it, Tenji shuffled her way closer to the young hero, listening to his ramble. "I'm worthless... I know I am... I don't deserve-" Finally having enough, she placed her index finger on his lips. "Be a good boy and shut up, okay? My turn to talk." She said. Izuku nodded.

"You are not worthless. You're not unworthy. You're you." She enunciated. "So... Answer me."

"Yes."

Without a second thought, she awkwardly went in for a candid yet gingerly kiss on the lips, her mouth not moving. It was plain but satisfactory. Izuku was in something of a mild daze, processing that the girl he'd been thinking about perversely had just tapped her lips to his. "Midoriya-san... I know I'm not very good at it but, there you go." She smiled. "How did it feel?"

"Warm."

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Posted 10/21/2021