8

Punishment

Nemuri Kayama was moping on her couch, drinking liquor, eating ice cream, and binge-watching any random drama. She was in her lazy clothes not bothering to look good because she wasn't expecting anyone.

Her face was a bit flush from intoxication as she drowned in her woes. "Blah, I should have never got my hopes up." She had taken a swing of her liquor bottle before roughly placing the bottle back on the coffee table. She hiccuped as her head fell back on the couch. She stared up at the ceiling, "Someone like me can never have something normal..." She hiccuped again. Her head rolled to the side as she stared off, "I should just let him fall in love with that Uraraka..." Her voice faded off as her half-lidded eyes began to close, going to sleep.

Knock, knock, knock.

A few hours had passed and the knocking on her door woke Nemuri. "A... Ara?" She groaned, looking around her home in a haze. She managed to focus her eyes on the door.

"M-Midnight...? It's Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya."

"Midoriya?!" She instantly sat up, but was still dizzy from her earlier drinking so she lost her balance, stumbling to the floor. "Frick!" She pushed herself off the floor as she shook her head a bit to get her bearings.

Izuku heard a loud thud from the other side of the door and called out to her again, "Midnight? Is everything alright?" He was tempted to rush in there to make sure she was okay but her voice stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing here?" She asked loud enough for him to hear as she fixed herself as best she could, although it was hard considering she had alcohol on her breath, an ice cream stain on her sweater and her hair was in a mess. She did what she could before walking to the door, although she didn't open it, wanting to hear out his words.

"I... I made a mistake, I shouldn't have left you hanging like that, I just thought I owed it to Uraraka after ignoring her but now..."

After a few moments of silence the door clicked open. He gulped as she came into view, his eyes were down before they raised, following her bare legs up. He blushed seeing all of her. She was in an oversized sweater and nothing more, at least as far as he could tell because her sweater covered up to her thighs. It was the complete opposite of her standard sultry attire, he didn't know why but he thought she looked cuter like this.

"But now, what?" Nemuri was giving him a dead stare behind her glasses. She was waiting for him to finish his sentence before allowing him inside.

Izuku sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck with closed eyes, struggling to say it. "B-But now she wants to be more than friends... And I don't want that with her." He was trying to imply that he wanted that with Nemuri but he wasn't sure that he was able to convey it properly.

Midnight didn't say anything but stepped aside as she opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He hesitantly stepped inside, still nervous because Midnight's upset expression hadn't changed. She closed the door and leaned on it, turning to him. She had her arms crossed over her bust, still giving him a stare before she finally took some steps towards him, standing in front of him.

He inwardly flinched at her closeness. He made eye contact with her but instantly regretted it because of the demeaning look she was giving him. He averted his eyes just as quickly. She smirked, seeing the guilt and shame in his body language. She was about to start enticing him until she remembered what she told herself about letting him live his high school romance. '... But he said so himself... He doesn't want that... It's his choice, right?' She used that line of thinking to justify herself and reaffirm her decision.

"It was a mistake to assume absolute loyalty," She spoke softly yet her the was a dominant underline as she reached for the collar hidden under his uniform, she undid his tie and the first few buttons to reach it but held it possessively as soon as her fingers touched it. She pulled on it, forcing him to look up at her. "I guess it can't be helped."

"H-Huh? M-Midnight?" He was confused until he heard a click and felt the collar loosen, being pulled away from his neck.

"I guess this was too soon for you." She had his collar in her hands, with mock disappointment in her eyes.

Izuku instinctively grabbed at his own neck feeling it naked, it was uncomfortable. "My collar..."

"Hm?" Her eyes shifted from it to him, the look in her eyes never changed. "You want it back?" He didn't reply but his reaction was enough of an indicator. "I'll give it to you once you become a good boy," She walked back to the door opening it, "But for now. I'll have to teach you."

Izuku rose an eyebrow, "Are-, are you asking me to leave? But I just got here." He scratched his cheek, growing a blush as he finished his thoughts, "I thought it would be worse," He honestly thought she was going to do something dominating and sexual but this was underwhelming.

Midnight did not look amused. "Oh, you were expecting something more physical?"

"Y-Yeah..." His blush grew.

"Too bad... You won't be rewarded for hurtful actions,"

"O-Oh... Wait rewarded? Don't you mean punishment?"

"Midoriya if you enjoy it then it's not a punishment, is it?"

Izuku didn't reply because he couldn't admit that he was attracted to doing those wrong things with Nemuri. Izuku sighed in defeat as he nodded. "Okay, Midnight, I get it..." He started to walk to the door until he remembered what she said about his hurtful action, his eyes winced before he spoke. "And I'm sorry."

As he closed the door and left.