NeonHorizon: Things might get a little dark...

You're so considerate, doll! You're so much better than my last doll. She never cared about me the way that you do. You do care about me…don't you? You didn't want to interrupt our dinner together and you even worried about me when you saw my scars. So you have to care about me.

Eyes fixed on Amaya's reflection on her phone screen. A brief glimpse at her troubled frown before she unlocked her phone to check her messages. Nuzzling his cheek against the side of her neck. Arms wrapping tighter around her shoulders. "Who is it? What did they say?"

Sitting still in her seat. Gripping her phone tighter. The name "Kaminari" on the screen with a casual, friendly, borderline flirty message. "It's just my friend. My classmate Kaminari. He wanted to talk, but I'm going to tell him I'm busy."

"Oh. Did you want to talk to him?" Deku lifted his head, turning so he could look at her face. The worried frown, the way she bit her lower lip as her eyes skimmed the message again. "Doll. You don't have to be afraid to tell me the truth. I don't want you to lie to me. Heheh! But you wouldn't lie to me anyway, would you?"

Gently reaching out to tuck a lock of shining black hair behind her ear. Giving her a smile, even as it felt like something was jabbing into his heart. Needle pricks. Sharp, small, irritating, painful. "Do you want to talk to him? Your friend? It's okay if you do. All you have to do is say-"

"No." Her phone was turned off and slipped into her pocket. Amaya's head turned to follow Deku's movements as he came to stand beside her chair, leaning against the table's edge. "I'm with you. And I want to give you all of my attention." A smile so sweet, so soft, that it sent his heart racing. "You went through all of this trouble to surprise me. I want to show you how much I appreciate it."

Crossing his arms, feeling a hint of warmth rising to his face as his lips curled into a half-smile. "You know, you really are sweet. You're so much better than them. All of them. You're the only one that really sees me when you look at me, doll."

A slight widening of the girl's sapphire eyes. When he rested a hand on the table and leaned down toward her, she remained completely still. Letting his fingertips glide along her cheek and sink into her dark hair. Cradling the back of her head and urging her to lift her face more.

Stopping just inches away from her and licking his lips. Thinking of all the things he wanted to do, all the things they could and would do together once he had everything sorted out. He closed the distance between them and brought his lips to hers. Deku felt her hands grip onto his shoulders tightly and for a second he worried she might push him away. That was a rejection he would not be able to handle.

Instead of pushing him, Amaya's right hand wandered up and her fingers ran through his curling, dark green hair. He smiled into the kiss and took his hand off of the table. His arm wrapping around her and pulling her up from her seat.

That's my doll. You know exactly what I want. Exactly what I need. This is why we're so perfect together! Your lips feel so soft. My heart's beating really fast. It usually only gets this fast when I'm doing something bad. But this can't be bad, can it? You love this, don't you?

A gentle pulling at his hair sent a wave of heat through him. Groaning into the kiss and beginning to walk away from the table. Half-stumbling into the sitting room without breaking the kiss until his knee bumped the couch.

Amaya fell onto her back, but she was only alone on the couch for a second before he joined her and resumed the kiss. Hungry. Heated. Pinning her down onto the cushions as his hand rested on her side. Groaning again when he felt her fingertips glide along the back of his neck and rolling his hips against hers.

Running his hand down over her hip, feeling her quiver under him and smothering her whimper with his kiss. The magnificent sensation of Amaya's soft, warm body pressed tight against him. The smell of her shampoo, the taste of her kiss. The smooth, soft skin of her thigh against his fingertips.

I could just eat you up, doll. I'm so happy right now. I never want this to end. I don't want to have to leave you all alone. Maybe…I could stay the night. I could fall asleep next to you and wake up to see your face first thing in the morning.

Her fingertips dug into his skin and he finally broke the kiss. Panting, not even aware that he had been making it difficult for them both to breathe. Smiling and rubbing little circles on her thigh as he watched the pink tint spread slowly across her face. Her normally calm and cool expression shifting to embarrassment as she bit her lip.

"Oh, doll. You look so pretty in the clothes I got for you. And you like them, right? Maybe I should get more. I can pick out everything for you and have them ready for when you move into your room. Would you like that? I'll make sure that you always have something red, too. Because it's your favorite color, right? You know, it's…heheheh…it's starting to become my favorite, too!"

"Deku." Her voice coming out in a hushed volume as she stared up at him. Amaya's tone showing worry.

"You won't have to worry about anything. I'm going to take care of you. You're my doll. I don't want anything to happen to you so I'll protect you. Just like how you want to protect me. You want to keep me safe, don't you, doll? I didn't show you my scars to make you worry. I showed them to you because I trust you. I love you and I didn't want us to have any secrets. And besides! You'd see them sooner or later!" Deku half-smiling and slipping his hand just beneath the hem of her dress, running slowly along her thigh.

Giddy excitement speeding through his veins and manic giggles trying to force their way past his lips. "I love you so much. And I know you love me, too! But you don't have to worry about me, doll! I don't want to make you worry and you don't have to protect me! It's really sweet, but I can take care of myself!"

Green eyes widening when Amaya took his wrist. Gentle fingers pushed his sleeve back, revealing his scarred forearm. Each little bit of contact with his arm sending a fresh wave of heat through him, making his heart beat faster. Subconsciously grinding his hips down against hers when her lips brushed over one of his scars. He bucked his hips against hers and let a small groan slip out.

"Oh, doll. When you do that, it makes me feel so good! I feel like I'm burning up from the inside out!" Eyes locking onto her blushing face as she placed another kiss. His free hand gripped her hip and he felt heat settle in his lower half as he rubbed against her through layers of fabric. "No one's ever kissed my scars before. Not even my other doll. No one…ever cared so much about them."

Shift P.O.V

Amaya's exterior was calm and cool, however her heart raced and she felt hot all over. Every movement of his hips, every time she heard his breathing hitch, it sent little bursts of pleasure through her system. Her lips caressing his scars and watching his eyes half-close in bliss.

You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be free. Deku, these scars. You didn't deserve these and you don't deserve anything that Shigaraki is putting you through! I want to help you! I want to save you from him, but I don't know what I can do to help! It's so frustrating!

Tears blurring her vision, but quickly wiped away by his free hand. Blinking up at Deku as he tilted his head and leaned down to steal another kiss. "Don't cry." His voice cracking a little, arms wrapping around her and forcing her to release his wrist. "Doll. You're really pretty, even when you cry. But I don't like seeing you so sad. What's wrong?"

Feeling him weighing her down onto the couch cushions. His face burying into the side of her neck, his arms wrapped around her like he was afraid to let go of her. Like she would fade away if he even loosened his hold a little. "I want to save you." Her words coming out in a whisper. Fearful of his reaction. She had seen him kill. She knew what he was capable of and she still did not know where her parents were, but the sight of his scars made her heart feel like it was being crushed.

"Save me?" Deku finally leaned back, sitting up on her hips. Rolling down his sleeve and tilting his head. Large green eyes staring down at her, curiously. "What are you saying? You…really think I need to be saved from something?"

"Deku, please listen. Shigaraki hurt you. I don't want it to happen to you again. I want to save you-"

A grin spreading across his face. "You're really, really worried about me, aren't you?" Giggling escaped him and he shook his head. "You don't have to worry, though! I told you about my quirk. Anything that anyone tries to use on me, I can turn it against them! That includes Shigaraki! Oh, doll, if I wanted to leave then I'd already be gone!"

Pushing herself to sit up and finding a hand pressing against her sternum. Fingertips gripping onto the fabric of her dress. Deku's grin faltered as he leaned in toward her. "You…just don't understand, do you? The League accepted me when no one else would. Shigaraki never told me to kill myself. None of the other members ever made me feel like I was worthless. They're like you, doll. They want what's best for me. I'm one of their strongest members!"

You're…brainwashed. Amaya bit her lip and shifted her gaze away. Trying to think of something. Anything she could say to try to make him see the truth. He was grinning, studying her expression. So hopeful that she would understand him that the thought of arguing left her feeling crushed again.

I need time, she thought as she kissed him. I need time to think this through. There has to be something I can do or say to change his mind. If he can get away from Shigaraki that easily, then I just need to convince him. I need to show him that he doesn't need the League's support. Maybe I could talk to his mother. Maybe she knows something I could say to him.

"You'll understand. I know you will, doll. You want us to be together just as badly as I do. So you'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. You just need more time to understand." Seeing her open her mouth to speak, possibly to argue, he took her face in his hands and smiled as he drew closer. "It's going to be okay, doll! I know what I can do to help you understand."

"Deku, I understand. Everyone should have a place where they feel accepted. You were treated unfairly. I want to help you-"

"You will. You do." He sat back on her waist, humming to himself as he released her face and checked the time on his phone. His spirits lifted and excitement sparkling in his eyes. "I have to go now, doll. But I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I promise! I just have some stuff I have to take care of right now."

Deku got off the couch, but paused before leaving. Leaning down to kiss her one more time. "You don't have to worry. I'm going to take care of everything."