HeartBeat [Jiro x Male reader]

5

Jiro POV

"Your father is who?" My heart skips a beat.
"Tomura Shigaraki. He and my mom hooked up in high school and I guess I was an accident," (Y/n) starts shaking,

"I'm sorry, Jiro."
He starts crying into his palms

"Hey, hey, it's okay (Y/n)," I put my arm around his shoulders, "You aren't your dad, (Y/n). Your dad is a bad person, you aren't," I tell him, his hands lower to show his teary eyes.

I scoot closer to him and point at the sunset.
"Look at that sunset, babe," I give him a goofy smile.
"Wha?" I must've caught him by surprise because his eyes widen.
"I love you, stupid," I wipe his tears with my finger.

"I love you too, Jiro."

***

(Y/n) POV

I sit back in my bed. The sound of my alarm lights up the room.
Interrogation time.

I arrive at the interrogation room. Jiro and Midoriya are there to greet me outside.
"Where's Bakugo?" I yawn.
"He's still healing," Midoriya says, "It's just going to be just us."

Jiro hugs me, "It's official... Right?" She looks up to my face.
"Of course," I smile and peck her on the forehead.

"I think we should only have two people inside at a time," I let go of Jiro.
"I'll go," Midoriya volunteers.
"Okay, I'll stay outside then," Jiro shrugs.
"We'll be right back, Jiro," I kiss her one more time.

"Midoriya, you're good cop. I'm bad cop."

***

Midoriya and I walk into the room to see a restrained Kendo Rappa.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE" Kendo is so aggressive.
"We'd like to ask you some questions, Kendo," Deku says.
"LET ME OOOOUT!"
"We can't do tha-"
"SHUT UP AND UNTIE ME, FIGHT ME AND MAYBE I'LL TALK!"
I slam my fist on the table.
"Listen here, dirtbag," I say through my teeth, "You're not going to like us if you keep up your attitude."
I flatten my palm on the table and it starts decaying. Midoriya's eyes widen in shock.

Kendo just laughs.
"YOU WON'T DO THAT TO ME, PUSSY!"
I put my palm close to his face and inch it onto the beak of his mask. All but my pinky.
I feel the psycho in my eyes.
"You know a man named Tomura Shigaraki by chance?" I ask and Kendo nods, "He's my father, I recommend you tell me what you know. Or we will have a problem."

Kendo tells me everything he knows. Just as ordered. No struggle. No hassle. Not even a further insult.

After we leave the interrogation room, Midoriya finds an interest in my quirk.
"You aren't really his son... Are you?" Midoriya has nothing but the slightest pint of fear on his face.
"If you believe it, yeah," I tell him, "Not like I ever met him personally."
As Midoriya writes down something about my quirk in his hero notebook, Jiro catches me by surprise with a hug from behind.

"Hey, Jiro," I lean back into the hug.
"Hey, (Y/n)," She says and lets go.
Mr. Aizawa walks up to us.
"Good job, you three," He says, "I'll take him down to the police station in the morning."

And for the first time ever, I don't want to relish in my pride.
Instead, I feel bad for Jiro because she couldn't be there with me.