Chapter 11

(y/n) = your name

(l/n) = last name

Author's Note:

Hello! It's been a while again. I promise, I won't stop writing until it's done now. I've been bitten by a radioactive spider, and I have been given the power of inspiration. It's going to be like the good old days of this fic series where I posted three chapters a night like a monster. I've got chicken fingers and fries to my left, a wet napkin to wipe my fingers on my right, a bottle of vanilla coke on my desk, and a calming coffee shop jam in my ears let's fucking do this. (if you want to take a listen, it's called At Café [lofi / jazz hip hop mix] and you can find it on youtube. I find putting it on in the background helps you really get into the mood for doing work, and it has very little words to focus on so it's not distracting. Give it a listen.)

(y/n) felt the pull of the boy's quirk wear off as soon as she opened the door to her apartment. Or at least, when she tried to. The chain was attached to the door frame, and it kept her from entering the apartment.

"Shouta? What the hell? Come open the door for me." The girl called into the apartment. She was tired, and ragged. All she wanted to do was take a shower, and sleep.

She could hear shuffling footsteps coming out of the bedroom, and through the crack in the door, (y/n) spied her boyfriend. Shirt forgone, and hair ruffled from sleep. "(y/n)? Assumed you went to stay with your sister for the night."

(y/n) felt even more guilty. How many times had she instigated a fight with him for no reason now? At least twice.

"No, I just needed to clear my head. I wasn't mad at you… are you… mad at me?" she asked sheepishly

She saw him regard her through the crack in the door. "You know, upon consideration, I am. I really am. For weeks now, you've been jumping at shadows and avoiding questions and lying. (y/n), not just to me, but to Izuku. You promised you wouldn't keep things from him. If you won't tell me, at least tell him. And until you deem us worthy to bring us into the fold, I think perhaps you should stay with Inko."

With that, he closed the door and locked it again. (y/n) felt her heart hammering painfully in her chest.

"Babe? Baby, come on, please let me back in." (y/n) pounded on the door. "I'll tell you alright?"

Through the door she could hear his muffled shout "Will you? Or are you just going to make another excuse as soon as I let you in?"

(y/n) sighed. At least he hadn't just left to go to bed.

"Kadima is the reason I left Sapporo. I… I left to get away from him." She offered weakly.

The door opened slowly, and Shouta's face appeared in the doorway. "Why'd you leave him?"

(y/n) refused to make eye contact. "I think perhaps, you've figured that one out already."

He nodded solemnly "I have, but I need to hear you openly admit it before I let you in."

Shaking, (y/n) kicked at the carpet of the hallway. Her eyes cast down she whispered out her reply.

"He used to beat me. Not all the time, and not at the beginning, but he would. Whenever he was angry, or I did something to upset him like grabbing lunch with a male co-worker or wearing a short skirt to work or… just trying to help him when he didn't want me to. He always made up for it by using his quirk to heal me and defend himself by putting the blame on me or making an excuse. I don't think I ever heard him apologize to me without adding 'but it's your fault' as an adjoinder. And without the bruises to back up my statement, I was never taken seriously. Just the little quirkless girl making things up for attention."

She managed the courage to look up at her boyfriend to see an unreadable expression on his face. He promptly shut the door again, and for a second, (y/n) got the sick feeling that he wasn't going to open it again before she heard him unchain the door, and suddenly it was swung all the way open and there was nothing in between the two of them anymore.

Weakly, she smiled as she offered up the boxed dessert she'd gotten from the diner earlier. "Do you want some?"

He took the box from her hands and tossed it on the dining table before facing her again. He slowly reached his hand out to her, and when she didn't flinch like she had earlier in the night, he brushed a tear from her cheek. "If I find out later that you used to run an illegal underground poker ring and you failed to tell me about it, I swear to God, (y/n)…"

She giggled at this, which brought a small smirk to Shouta's face. "I've got nothing else to hide. I promise."

"Well sure, you say that now but…" He embraces her, and she feels safe. (y/n) brushes her hands up his chest and around his neck until she's secured herself against him.

Leaning back, she looks up at his face to see him looking back at her fondly. She watches as Shouta's gaze moves from her eyes down to her lips, and the two lean closer until their noses are brushing against each other. Leaning in to close the ever-diminishing gap, the two kiss and it's so tender and genuine. (y/n) sighs into the kiss, inviting Shouta to deepen it, which he does. Soon their tongues meet, and unlike the passionate, dominating battles that used to come from Mori, Shouta's kisses were gentle. There was no battle, only a soft embrace, and the feeling of being close and loved.

(y/n) leapt at Shouta, wrapping her legs around his waist. Immediately, his hands ware on her rear, securing her in place. He attempted to close the door with his foot but was finding it difficult as a meowing ball of fur had found his humans and was currently weaving his way around Shouta's legs begging for attention.

The two broke out of the kiss as Shouta grumbled, affectionally petting Mochi with his foot, and focusing on the task of maneuvering the door shut while (y/n) chuckled breathlessly with her head buried in the dip between his shoulder and neck.

When the task is completed, and he's managed to close and lock the door for the night, he began to make his way back to the bedroom.

(y/n) spied her boxed desert from over Shouta's shoulder and asked if they could bring it into the bedroom with them.

"I've already got my desert here." He growled, kissing haphazardly along her neck.

"Ahh, yuck! That's so cheesy!" she cackled before she was tossed onto the bed. She bounced a few times, taking the opportunity to remove her shirt and toss it across the bedroom before he was atop her, and their lips met in another affectionate kiss.