13

Precipitation

They were still holding hands, never letting go.

"R-Really?" Izuku was still trying to comprehend what just happened, 'M-Momo is my girlfriend?!'

Momo giggled at his reaction, covering her mouth with her other hand. The one holding on to his, gently rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. "Ever since our dance, I don't know how but, it felt like we bonded... It's foolish I know but this moment means so much to me...!" Momo let out with endearing honesty as if only becoming aware of her own sentiment.

Izuku's expression calmed hearing her words and feeling her hand rubbing his, he stared at it before raising his eyes back up to match Momo's. He realized how close they were, their noses almost brushing against the other, but he wasn't nervous and didn't pull away, instead he spoke, intimately close to her. "I know what you mean, I also felt it and, ever since we shared that dance at the ball, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, you're even in my dreams..." His lips drawing nearer as he finished his words.

Her eyes grew a half-lidded gaze before shadowing as she tilted her head, her loose strand of hair always having the gentle flutter as she leaned in, and right before their lips touched she said,

"Ne, Izuku..."

The rain was tapping down on the forest around the shrine, like gentle piano keys. The wind and rustling branches gave a tranquil flow. The thunder off in the distance was somber to the ear. Her clothes and hair were damp, the uniform clung to her with transparent wetness as a few droplets slipped past her pale cold skin, her spiral ponytail was sprawled out in a twirl with a few slippery strands clinging to her face. And her body was radiating the same cloudy abyss of the sky.

She gave the hand that continued to hold hers a soft reassuring squeeze as he grew more brave, slowly climbing on top of her, as she began to lean back, their bodies slowly getting tangled in front of the rain as it compelled them to drown in the moment.

Her rain-cold, pink lips pressed against his as her other hand landed on the back of his head, clutching on his green locks as she pulled him down with her.

They parted their lips. He sucked in a breath. She let one out of pleasure. His fingers slowly trailed up her skirt, he stopped at her hip, tenderly burying his nails into her skin through the damp fabric of her blouse. Her head pulled back in a moan. He left her exposed neck with rain-like kisses, giving her moist spots along her skin.

He cupped his hand over her cheek, as he stared down at her. Their eyes remained connected with unspoken desire. Visual wanting and anticipation in both their eyes. He parted his lips, a breath away from hers. They both broke eye contact to gaze at their lips before going back at each other. Her breath was beating against his and they swirled into an intoxicating taste they were both becoming familiar with. He brushed a loose strand of hair away, before pressing his mouth against hers in a slow sensual lip locked affair. They moved their lips up and down, broke apart, and reunited. She involuntarily sighed out, pulling back. He chased after her, capturing her lips again as she whimpered into the kiss with pleasure.

He broke their lips apart for a moment. He pressed his forehead against hers. She tilted her head, confused. Her body waiting for more of him, her thighs tenderly hugging around his waist.

"I just want to remember this." He whispered with a soft voice, as if believing it was too good to be true.

"You will." She whispered back with the empty echo of a music box.

And their hands continued to not let go...

In Momo's room by the window, as the raindrops slid down the glass, merging and breaking apart, the music box was playing along to the weather as the figurines of Izuku and Momo twirled in their eternal embrace,

Sharing a dream in reality.