"Don't stop."

That look in her eyes told him all he needed to know and then some, her face was flushed, with every one of her hot and heavy breaths encouraged him. The way her smile broke out from her lip bite was something only he would see, the most beautiful form of her laid bare before him writhing and moaning under him, and a look of more in her eyes. Her arms were above her head, twisting, and grabbing, driven only by desire.

"Keep going."

She moaned, long, eyes fluttering, back arching, smiling winning, her pale skin - exposed by the bright post morning light that was drifting in from her windows - all but glowed with the light sheen of sweat that was covering both of them. It was easy to lose himself, to her touch, to the rhythm, to the pleasure, to just her in general, like he was teetering on oblivion in every direction, making his heart race, blood all but roaring through his body, screaming her name.

Her legs flew up around his waist, pulling him in tight as she began to scream, but was silenced by their lips meeting. The kiss was a mess, sloppy, and very hot, that ended with her biting his lip before she fell back down onto the bed, her shoulders acting as support while her legs kept their hips entwined.

"That's it." It was breathed more than it was spoken, her voice lost to the sound of her panting and moaning. "More. Don't stop."

With the slightest touch, she would react, magnifying the effect and sending it right back towards him, and demanding more. He grabbed exposed breast that despite the effect of gravity still remained large enough to fill his hand, in a softness that was unique to Nejire's body, every place of her body was just so much fun to touch.

She moaned, her hips grinding against his in a frantic manner, a few cute squeaks that he loved but she hated came out as she bit one of her fingers. She stopped thrusting, and he leaned down to kiss her, pushing her deeper into the pool of pleasure they were making, all while renewing his own motions with a second - or was it third? - wind that gave him so much virulent vigor.

"Yes." She writhed, biting his lip and refusing to let go of his face for more than a second. "I'm so close Izuku I'm so close. Keep going. Keep going." She frantically whispered between kisses her hands digging their way through his messy hair, pulling, grabbing, and exciting him all over again.

He could feel her tightening, he could feel her every movement. Drawing him in with her to that wonderful ending that in so many ways was just the beginning. This was by far, his favorite way to wake up in the morning and greet the day. No doubt Nejire would agree. No wonder she wanted him to stay over so often.

They separated briefly, her lips lingering, as their motions began to slow. She smiled eyes looking right at him.

Something banged on the front door hard enough to make the windows in Nejire's room rattle.

"Nejire!" A male's voice boomed, cracking and grating against his nerve. Already the person was on his nerves. Maybe if they ignored them they'd go away. More banging. Louder this time. "Nejire!"

She stopped moving. The color drained from her face, and her arousal chasing its tail. A look he'd seen hints of appeared on her face - one that he hated seeing - only a thousand times more expressive. The expression she wore, bore no signs that she had ever smiled before.

"No," She mutter, pulling herself into a ball. Fear was something that he had seen many times as a hero. But this was that rare form of fear that lingered after someone. Dread.

And the cause of it was currently banging on the front door.

He stood from their bed, a breath all it took to dispell what little of his own arousal had persisted from Nejire's terrified look. In its absence, he did not find annoyance or raw hot anger, instead, all that remained was the simple desire to get it over with.

Once his pants were on, he looked back at Nejire, now curled up in the covers, looking at him with red poofy eyes. When he played this scenario in his head. In the event that he actually met her monsters, he asked her if he could take care of it. Nejire was capable as a hero and as a woman - the whole adult thing was still up in the air - but, now that he found himself facing the problem in real life.

Asking just didn't seem right. He was a hero after all. And being a hero meant meddling.

He smiled at her. Should he kiss her to reassure her? No, that didn't seem right. Instead, he grabbed her hand for just a moment. "I'll be right back."

"Kay," Nejire nodded, her shaking stopped for just a moment. Then resumed when his new favorite person banged on the door again.

"Open up Nejire! I know you're in there!"

He half stomped to the door, finding that mellow spot where his mind was clear. He wasn't going to shout, he wasn't going to open the door and punch. He was going to open the door casually, and talk to the person. Then see if he could send them to mars, without the rocket.

When he opened the door, what he saw wasn't really what he expected. He had pictured some tall muscular man that was close to him in stature. Perhaps someone with a quirk or something that made them stand out. Instead, he was greeted by someone that while they were in good shape just seemed so unbelievably average.

The man wore a suit and tie, a watch strapped to his list, his black hair was flat and short, with wide shoulders. He looked every bit the salaryman on his day off. For half a second he wondered if this was who he thought it was. "Uhh, who are you?"

"Me?" The man's voice cracked as he tried to look past him into the house. "I'm Nejire's fucking boyfriend. That's who. Now, how the fuck are you?"

Nope. This was who he thought it was. But, as a hero, he couldn't just go around punching civilians into orbit. Even if it was justified. Maybe Nejire has a restraining order on him? Should have asked. Maybe Fuck Face knew?

"Oh, well that's awkward because I'm Nejire's current boyfriend." He forced a smile, it was easy, just picturing figuring out how far he could throw this jackass.

Fuck Face sneered, "The hell you are, now get out the way, I'll have you know I can make your life a living fucking hell if you don't leave now."

Somehow he had a really hard time believing that. But at the same time, he really couldn't punch the man, mostly because he doubted he could pull his punch enough to not cause immediate death. Downsides of super strength.

Instead, he stood int he way, placing a single hand out to stop Fuck Face from taking a single step into the house. But maybe if he did that could be considered intrusion and he could probably argue that he was just on patrol when Nejire's home got broken into. Then punch him.

He kept the smile on his face. "No."

Fuck Face, just rolled his eyes, pulling out an expensive looking phone. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Nope. Do you know who I am?"

"A moron?"

Oooh, he was clever.

"Look, I don't have time to deal with your roided out ass, that stupid, slut, has been running away for way too long. Bring her out here so I can deal with her, lord knows how much of a hit my reputation, bad enough she didn't learn her lesson when I posted those photos of her online, I guess its just not that fucking important to-"

"Leave." His voice was flat, even, and betrayed the growing rage of pissed the fuck off that he was. "Leave, now."

"Clearly you're a fucking idiot! Do you have any idea who I am?" The man tapped at his phone barely even paying attention to him now. "Look, I'll be nice. Nejire is worth a lot to me. How much is she worth to you? A million? Two? Meeting your favorite pro hero? I can get you dinner with fucking Explosion King. Just name your price and fuck off."

Dinner with Kacchan sounded like a good idea, but it'd probably be absolutely terrible. And somehow, he really doubted that Bakugo would work for a guy like this. Let alone stay int he same room as him. But he was the number four pro hero right now. Sure the numbers were shifting constantly and there were some days where he was higher than others, but he was constantly in the top five.

"My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm the pro hero Deku. I don't want your money, and I have Bakugo's number, now leave. Or I'll let him know that you think you own him." Katsuki wouldn't kill him, he was actually fairly good with his PR these days, but, he'd probably still make this guy hate life.

The color drained from the man's face and he stopped tapping on his phone.

"There is nothing you can give me. You can't buy me. You can't scare me. All you can do is make me feel pity for you." he placed one hand on each of his shoulders, smiling at him as he tried to find the right words to say. Intimidation was not his forte. Honesty however was. "Leave now and never come back, or I will change your world."

Honestly, he had no idea what that meant. Maybe he'd throw him to mars, maybe he'd punch him into next week. Really depended on this guys next move.

"You. you. You'll regret this!" Fuck Face squeaked, his face growing redder by the moment.

"Nah," He shook his head, heading back inside. He offered him one last smile, a genuine one that just felt right at that moment. "You will."

The door locked with a click. He stared at the lock for a moment, gathering his thoughts waiting to see if he would try anything. Did he do that right? Should he have done more? Was there anything else he could have done? He really wanted to punch him. He really really wanted to punch him. Maybe he should have left him on some really tall building. Maybe he should have done something more than intimidate him.

What if he came back? How did he find Nejire? Was she running from him? What was the story? There was so much he didn't know, and so much of that didn't matter. Nejire was terrified of him that was reason enough. Should he talk her into getting a restraining order? That might be difficult if Fuck Face was a influential as he claimed.

Once he was certain he took his weight off the door, unable to find the right way to breath. Part of him wished he was a criminal, but that wasn't the case unless he tried to force his way in or tried to hurt Nejire. He really wanted to punch him.

Nejire stood at the corner, peering out from behind it as she clutched the blanket around her. She wasn't crying, but her cheeks were still stained by a few dry tears. Somehow, she looked both delicate and strong. With three large steps, he ran to her, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly.

She squeezed him just as hard, bury her head into his chest, her breath came in rapid succession as though she was shivering.

"I'm sorry," she muttered into him.

He ran her hand through her hair while rubbing the small of her back. "Why are you sorry?"

"I should have told you."

"Do you wanna talk about it now?"

"No," she paused, pushing up to look at him for a moment. "But. I should."

They sat down on the ground, her all but sitting on his lap, one of her hands touching his face while he held her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Her breathing was calm and even.

"I don't think I ever actually broke up with him," she muttered, staring at the entrance way to the kitchen. "At least, not with words. I kind of ran away from him more than anything, threw out my phone, stopped checking facebook, only got a burner phone to talk to Yuyu, Mirio, and Tamaki. But I moved to a new town and tried to live there for a whole. Then he found me. So I moved again. And Again. And again. I did night patrols so I could still help people but wouldn't really be seen. Then I bumped into you and-" She waved her hand about, blowing a raspberry and laughing. "Well, you know how that went. You were like hot, funny, nice, and I just kind of felt at ease with you."

"So, why'd you run away from him? He didn't hurt you did he?" He found one of her hands entwining their fingers, closing his eyes to digest all this. "Is it because of the photos?"

"Oh, so you know about those?" She sighed, thumbing his hand. "Not that it matters too much if you see them, but no, I think those were his way of punishing me for running away or something. It kind of just made me happier in my choice to leave him."

"How'd you even end up with him?"

"Normally, he's not an asshole. Or at least. I didn't think he was at the start. He was motivated, he had money, he was a self-made politician and business man. He was my primary sponsor for two years. But when he started to consider running for a bigger office, he started to insist on things." She squeezed his hand. "He told me that he wanted to marry me before the election cycle and for me to become a higher ranking hero because it would look good, but then during the election, for me to get pregnant to boost ratings even more."

She sighed, leaning back into him. "I said I wasn't ready, and I began to realize that he didn't really love me. That I was just something to promote his agenda, to make him look better. I tried to talk to him about it, but he started screaming, threatening me, calling me useless, a slut, and all those other things. He felt like he owned me."

"So I left, at first I thought everything was fine and he got the message. Then he found me. So I left again. Then he posted the photos, that was fun, almost thought about posing for a magazine or something just to tell him to fuck off. But, then I realized that he was finding me by people taking photos of me. Somewhere along the line, I started being afraid of getting my picture taken of me because he might find me."

"He didn't hurt you did he?"

She snorted, flexing her arm into his cheek, and shaking her head. "No, if he did I probably would have kicked his ass. But he's manipulative. Made me question my self-worth. Which is really weird cause hello! I'm Nejire Hado! I'm like the top female hero!"

"And a badass," He whispered into her ear, before pressing his cheek against hers. His butt was starting to feel cold on the floor.

"Yep! Exactly," She nodded, moving to kiss him lightly. "I'll have to face him someday. But, thank you for coming to the rescue Izuku. I'm really happy I'm with you."

"Me too, so are you going to move again? Cause I kind of like your apartment, its close, nice, has a good view, a great bed. Should probably put some fish in that fish tank though."

She turned around, facing him directly for the first time, arms around his neck. "Hey, this is kind of an awkward time to ask this question, but I've been thinking about it for a while, like at least a month when we saw Ochako off. But, when's your lease up?"

"Uhh, like six months?" More or less at any rate. "Why?"

"Oh, darn. Cause if it was running out I was going to ask if you just wanted to officially move in." She shrugged leaning forward, hugging him softly. "I mean you basically live here half the time and I get bored and lonely when I don't have you to bug."

"How about I ignore my lease and move in anyway?"

"I think I'd like that a lot."

AN: Happy Valentine's day! I really hated the last chapter and I felt bad that it only got like... 8 reviews so instead of being sad about it I got excited to write this chapter because holy fuck was it fun to write. Also look, a pseudo lemon!

Anyways, review please, it means a lot! (Supporting me on Ko - fi / Yojimbra means more though if you want to throw money at a starving writer!)