Chapter Four—Shoto

I was a little disappointed Midoriya didn't take me up on my offer to help him take care of his situation, but it couldn't be helped. If he didn't want to then he didn't want to and it was as simple as that. I supposed he took my teasing seriously or he honestly wasn't interested and wanted to get his work done. I had really needed to get my tasks finished as well, but I wouldn't have minded making time for him.

It was easy to tell he was struggling with the erotic novel, but he powered through it and emailed the work to me when he was finished. The second he received my confirmation email, he fled from my office to undoubtedly take care of himself on his own. Again this caused a frown to appear on my face although I told myself not to take it personally. It wasn't up to me when or if I was allowed to touch him and I wanted to maintain that.

He could say no and resist me as much as he pleased, I didn't want him to feel obligated or pressured. My objective was to seduce him, not take advantage of him. It wasn't that big a deal anyway and I was perfectly fine with it. I respected his decision and didn't say another word about it when he returned. Instead I focused on my work and went over his review. I finished up around four, went to a meeting at five fifteen and was ready to leave a little after six thirty.

Midoriya was packing up as I stared out over the city through the solitary glass wall. I was going to drive him home once he was ready, mind drifting towards our date on Sunday. I already had an idea of what I wanted to do and had been admittingly nervous when I asked him out. It wasn't something I could explain, but asking him directly had brought heat to my cheeks and butterflies to my stomach. That was a first for me.

I couldn't say with complete confidence that I knew what I was doing either, but I desperately wanted to do well. Truth be told a lot of people found me boring and Midoriya might change his mind after he discovers more and more of me. Of course I hoped he didn't, but unfortunately that was out of my control. Only time would tell and I would enjoy the time we had now. My thoughts were interrupted when the phone started ringing and I went up to my desk to answer it.

"Mr. Todoroki, your father is on line one. Will you take it or should I take a message?" Ochako, my receptionist, spoke softly—always sounding a bit hesitant when she had to call in regards to my father.

If he was calling at this hour there was a chance it could be important, though I did love making him leave a message. He had no choice but to call the office since I refused to give him my cell phone number. It wasn't as if he called me for anything else other than business related things anyhow.

"I'll take it, go ahead and put him through."

"Very well. One second." She cleared her throat and the line went silent until line one started blinking red, telling me the call was waiting.

I pressed the corresponding key and almost immediately my father's voice carried through. "-ar utterly ridiculous. Are you there, Shoto?"

He already sounded irritated and I took joy from it. "Yes, father. What is it you wish to discuss? I don't have a lot of time, I was just on my way out."

He snorted, clearly unamused and I wondered when it had gotten so easy to rile him up. "I'm not in the mood for your impertinent mouth. I scheduled a board meeting for all the company heads next Saturday morning. I expect to see you here at eight a.m. sharp, surely you can manage that much at least."

"No, I don't have any plans that day. Thank you so much for asking." I stated dryly. When would he learn that I wasn't at his beck and call? "I'll be there." I sighed, knowing better than to leave him to his own devices, but if it turned out to be a waste of my time then I would simply walk out.

I hung up without waiting for his response and looked up to find Midoriya sitting on the couch. He was watching me, done packing his things and ready to leave. "Shall we go?" I asked and rounded my desk.

"Yes sir." He nodded, standing up and placing his bag over his shoulder as he walked to the door.

I followed him out of the office and we took the elevator down to the first floor. It was impossible not to think about what my father could be up to, his meetings having quite the track record. I couldn't really afford to miss them given the information I would miss. Even still, I tried not to ponder it too much. The walk to my car was silent and I turned to Midoriya once we were inside. He seemed to be in his head again, probably thinking about what happened earlier with that new author's novel.

"Izuku." I called softly.

"Sir?" He voiced quietly, peeking at me before looking down at his hands in his lap.

I reached over and cupped his cheek, kissing his nose before suggesting, "How about we stop by that dinner again for dinner?"

Midoriya blushed and blinked at me, big green eyes turning wide. "Dinner? Not a date? I think that's okay… I mean, if you want to."

"A dinner date." I clarified as my thumb stroked his cheek. "A bonus date before Sunday. What do you think?"

"Mmhmm. I like dinner and dates." He told me, voice trembling slightly from nervousness.

Cute. I gave him a small smile, hoping it was reassuring and would help settle him. Then I pulled away to start the car and backed out of my parking space. Once we got out to the road, I kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other threaded my fingers together with Midoriya's.

His free hand rested next to ours, fingers tracing over my knuckles slowly. "I'm sorry I was so unprofessional today… I don't want to be that way. Really, I'm just not used to things like that, but I know over time I could be. Even though I was a little… flustered, I hope you found my review appropriate and detailed enough to help you make a decision moving forward with the novel. I'm going to do better for you, no matter how hard it is. I'm still growing as a person and learning new things—a lot of new things since we met. I'm really happy about it, really happy. But I can't help how I react sometimes and I'm bad. I'm so bad. All these thoughts all the time—I just can't shut them off and I don't know what to do about it but I'm not going to give up or give in. Even if—"

"Izuku." I interrupted. I suspected there might be a misunderstanding, but I was glad he told me how he was feeling. "I have absolutely no problem with what happened or your performance. I was only teasing you and offering an invitation to help you out. I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't doing a good job, sweetheart. The review you wrote was well done and objective when it came to editing. It has made my decision about the author and their novel a lot easier." I told him, stroking the back of his hand with my thumb. "And I adore your reactions, you know. I strive to get them any chance I get. Honestly, I'm the bad one."

"N-no you're not. You're so sweet and nice… I think you're perfect. I'm the one who got—well—you know, j-just from reading…"

I still felt a little jealous over that. "Hm. It's a good thing you're on the shy and timid side, otherwise you could make me like that without lifting a finger." I confessed, trying not to think about it too much. "And I'm far from perfect, but thank you for saying so."

Midoriya began picking at my fingertips with his own, shifting in his seat slightly. "You mean… sometimes you get shy too?" He asked carefully, continuing to play with my fingers.

I had only gotten shy once, but who's to say what the future would bring. "Shy and aroused." I said unabashedly.

"A-aroused?" He whispered after a gasp, fingers halting their movements. "So then… there's nothing wrong with it? It's okay that it happens…"

"More than okay." I assured and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. "You don't ever have to worry about that."

The look on his face said he would still worry, brows furrowed and lips mulling together. "Not at work though… that's bad. I shouldn't be so… I don't know."

"Shouldn't be so what?" I asked curiously, able to look at him now that we were at a red light.

"...bad." He mumbled, turning his head to face the window next to him.

Realizing what he meant and why he kept using that word, I mentally kicked myself for not noticing it sooner. "Shit. I didn't mean that you were really bad, I was trying to say you were naughty. But in a good way. You're still my good boy, Izuku."

Breath hitching, Midoriya squeezed my hand and turned his head back to face me. "You mean it?"

"I mean it." I said and leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips.

When I pulled my lips back a bit, his parted further and he breathed in shakily. He moved in, just a bit as if to kiss me again, but then stopped and pulled away to straighten himself in his seat. I chuckled as he tried to fight off a pout and looked back to the road as the light turned green. Another glance confirmed the obvious, his expression the one he tended to wear when he wanted me to kiss him. Not a sweet one, a real kiss that would leave his knees weak.

"After dinner I'll give you your dessert." I promised him.

"Oh?" He squeezed my hand again. "Umm… we had such a big lunch though. I don't think I'll be able to handle dessert too."

I couldn't help but smile at his response. "By dessert, I mean me."

"Oh… whoa." He started wiggling around again, raising his hand to play with his hair. "Umm…" he breathed slowly as if trying to calm himself and then spoke again, "do you… you mean like… you want me to do what you did to me?"

I certainly didn't expect that to come out of his mouth and I almost swerved in my shock. "Holy shit." I cursed. "No, I . . . well, that's . . ." I cleared my throat. "You're free to do as you wish, but I was referring to making out."

"Oh… oh no. See what I mean?!" Midoriya whined, palming his face. "I think—I'm a pervert."

If I wasn't still in shock from his words, I would have laughed at that. "What's wrong with that? I'm quite the pervert myself when it comes to you."

He didn't say anything in response, too flustered and embarrassed to do anything but cover his eyes with his hand. The other still held on to mine and I could hear the subtle shift in his breathing. It was apparent he was having another one of his thoughtful moments, mind racing again. I left it at that for the rest of the car ride and gave us both a break before we overheated. Soon we reached the diner and it was a lot busier than last time, only a few parking spaces open. A hum of indistinct chatter filled our ears once we were inside.

I asked for a booth like last time, pleased to find that they had one free. We were seated in the back of the diner and I sat beside Midoriya instead of across from him. He looked surprised that I'd chosen to sit next to him and slid closer to the wall as if I needed more space.

"I didn't know you wanted this side, sir." He said as he fiddled with his thumbs in his lap, cheeks red as ever. "Do you… do you want me to move over there?"

"No, this is perfect." I said as I picked up the menu, thinking about going with something else other than my favorite tonight. "Hm. Tantanmen? I don't remember this being on the menu before, it must be new." I wasn't familiar with the dish either.

"Oh, I've had that before." Midoriya smiled at me, scooting back closer to peer at my menu instead of opening his own. "I think I'll have the Katsudon though. It's my favorite."

I quickly filed that information away for later. "It is really good." Not as good as Zaru Soba of course, but still delicious.

I waved over a waitress and we ordered, both of us getting water to drink. I asked him about how he was settling into the company, what he thought so far of the staff and things like that. His green eyes lit up as he started rambling on about work and how much he was learning. He was excited and grateful for any chance to edit, handling the editors themselves with a persistent but not overbearing attitude. He was absolutely adorable when he got like this and I silently listened to his experiences thus far. The conversation paused when our food arrived however, smelling fantastic.

Midoriya didn't wait to stuff his cheeks and I was momentarily distracted by the image he made, happily chewing with content little hums. If I had been paying more attention to my own meal, I would have realized that the Tantanmen wasn't at all what I thought. All it took was one bite and my tongue was on fire. At first I was frozen, helplessly clenching my hands as my eyes began to water before I reached for my drink. I downed half the glass to cool my burning mouth and a curse fell from my lips.

"Mr. Todoroki," Midoriya called, his face suddenly right next to mine. He was blinking at me, green eyes big as always, but filled with concern. "What's the matter—your face is all red." He frowned and brought his hand up to cup my cheek. "Oh no… are you—you're having an allergic reaction, aren't you?" He gasped, beginning to panic.

"No, no." I assured and leaned into his touch. "It's just spicy . . . I can't do spicy food." It had been a long time since someone fawned over me like that.

"Oh no… I should have told you it was a spicy dish. I'm sorry." He rubbed my cheek softly while pouting. "Do you need anything?"

Well, if he was offering. "Kiss it and make it better?"

His complexion turned even redder than mine and he bit his bottom lip as if thinking it over. He looked conflicted and even a little worried, but after a moment he leaned closer and pressed a light, soft kiss to my cheek. Then he backed away, pulling his hand back to himself as I sat there in surprise. I didn't think he would actually do anything.

"S-Sorry… I know that didn't help. Um… w-we can share mine. It's not spicy or anything. I wasn't too hungry anyway, so I'd never finish it all. You can have as much as you want." He slid the bowl between us, staring out the window with his face turned completely away from me. "The rice—have some rice. It should help. I'm sorry I didn't think of that sooner."

A smile started spreading across my face, but I cleared my throat and schooled my features. "It would be wasteful not to finish it. Perhaps I could manage . . . the bowl isn't too big."

"O-oh… no. Here!" He slid his bowl further over to me and then took mine for himself. "We can switch."

I felt guilty taking his favorite food away from him, but was grateful for his solution. "Thank you, Izuku. I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up, sir. This is fine. I-I'm happy if you are."

He was so sweet. Still, I would do something for him in return. The rest of the meal went well and I insisted on paying again, telling him that the day he took me out on a date to eat, he could pay for the two of us. Next I drove him home to his apartment and kept him outside as I gave him his promised dessert. Needless to say his lips were beautifully swollen by the time I let him go inside, feeling extra greedy tonight. I simply couldn't get enough of him.

Work went on as per usual, although I toned down my teasing and tried to leave it for after hours. I doubted I could resist everyday and would be tempted whenever we were alone, but I would do my best not to make things hard for him. Literally. It helped that I was a little preoccupied with the details of our date and making sure nothing got in the way of it. When Sunday finally came, I drove over to Midoriya's second job dressed in black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I parked at the back of the upper class restaurant and debated on whether I should go in or not.

He still had another ten minutes and I could send him a text instead, but I wanted to see another side of him that I hadn't witnessed yet. Ultimately I decided to head inside and went through the unlocked back door. It led to a break room littered with lockers on the wall and a table in the center. The place was very clean, almost brand new looking, but my focus quickly shifted to the open doorway. Lots of voices were calling out to each other along with the sound of flames and clattering dishes.

I entered the doorway and leaned against the frame, staying out of the kitchen as I watched masters at work. There were plenty of people moving around and I kept my eyes peeled for Midoriya.

"Deku! Get your ass over here!"

My gaze cut to the spiky haired blond that had yelled. Soon a familiar mop of curly hair was standing in front of him, his waiter uniform making my mix-matched eyes travel lower. Who knew it would suit Midoriya so well? The waist apron certainly made a difference.

"What is it, Kacchan?" Midoriya asked, looking up to the man who had what appeared to be a permanent scowl on his face. I recognized the nickname of his childhood friend, but was confused as to why the blond referred to him as Deku. As far as nicknames went, that wasn't very friendly.

"You forgot the side sauce. Take it." He handed over a small saucer with a bowl on it.

"Oh, sorry about that. No problem." Midoriya smiled and quickly left to complete his task.

He was hard at work here as well and I could tell he gave everything he did one hundred percent. Glancing down at my watch to check the time, I figured this spot was as good as any to wait and I wanted to see more of waiter Midoriya. Although a few minutes later my presence was noticed.

"Uh, hey there." A young man with attire similar to Midoriya's moved to stand before me. He had red, spiky hair and a toothy grin. "Are you the health inspector?"

I huffed at the question, amusement clear in my tone. "No, I'm not. I'm here to pick up Izuku." I explained briefly and wondered if the two were friends.

His brows raised in surprise. "What for?" He asked, sounding worried and suspicious.

"A date."

"Date?" He repeated, looking even more surprised, but after a few seconds he started laughing. "That's funny, Bro. Midoriya doesn't date."

I hummed naturally and crossed my arms over my chest, still leaning against the doorframe. "Midoriya didn't date, but now things have changed. Progress is good, isn't it?"

The redhead continued to laugh until he snorted and then finally began to settle down. "Stop fucking with me. You're funny. But I'm watching you, Bro." He gave me a look and then walked away, going over to that gruff 'friend' of Midoriya's.

"Kacchan," Midoriya came back, still smiling brightly. "They have everything now. Sorry again. I'll be leaving now, if everything is okay."

"Everything is not okay, Deku." He turned on Midoriya, holding a pair of tongs toward his face. "The hell is shitty hair talking about—you and a 'date'."

"Ah." Midoriya flinched, taking a nervous step back. "What are you talking about? Who said anything about a date?" He started playing with the stings of his apron behind his back.

"Shitty hair. Didn't I just get that out of my mouth?" The blond scoffed. "Not that I believe it."

"H-how did Kirishima know… I never said anything. Unless… maybe it slipped. Oh no—I was thinking out loud again! Ah…" Midoriya released his strings to bring his hands up to his now red face and cover it.

The taller man smacked Midoriya on the top of his head with the tongs, making him blanch. "Deku," he ground out and Midoriya shook his head back and forth.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing me!" He went as far as stomping his foot, pouting before he turned on his heel and started walking away.

Midoriya was headed straight towards me, eyes locked on the floor though. He didn't actually see me until he almost walked right into me. Then he looked up, eyes going wide and face flaming.

"M-M-Mr. T-Todoroki." He stuttered, taking a shaky breath. "You're here—in here."

"The plan was for me to pick you up." I replied and looked at my watch one more time before uncrossing my arms. "Your shift is officially over, that means you're mine for the rest of the day." I smirked and kissed the tip of his nose.

I didn't care that the others were watching, I was more than willing to shove the reality of the situation in their faces. Izuku was more than capable of securing a date.

"Ah—holy cow." He whispered, putting his hands on my chest and pushing me back into the break room away from prying eyes. "S-sir, you can't just kill me like that."

The action had taken me off guard, turning my smirk into a smile. "What's this? Are you intending to have your wicked way with me in here?"

"Sir." He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and smacking me on my chest. "You stop it. Right now."

I laughed, harder than I had in a long time, and hugged him in apology. "As you wish."

Relaxing into my embrace, Midoriya sighed and slowly wound his arms around my middle. He rested his head on my chest and breathed in deeply. "Hey. You smell nice."

"I'm glad you think so." I said and began rubbing his back. "How was work? Did you have a good day?"

"Yes, sir." He nodded and then tipped his head back to grin at me. "But it's a lot better now."

Cute. "That's quite the coincidence, I feel the same way." I told him and stole a proper kiss. "Let's get out of here so I can take you to the bo-" I cut myself off with a cough, almost ruining the surprise. "Our destination."

"Okay!" He giggled, pulling away from me and bouncing over to one of the lockers while untying his apron. "I'm really excited. I've been so distracted all day thinking about our date." Midoriya put away his apron and then pulled out a small bag and closed the locker. "I'll just get changed really quick."

"In here?" I asked, another teasing smirk spreading across my face. I would have to close the other door of course, but I wouldn't mind keeping him company as he got dressed.

"Wha—no!" He squeaked, gawking at me on his way over to the bathroom door. "S-somebody might see. There's a restroom just right here."

Shame. "You know I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else see you like that." I pointed out, just to be clear. "Go ahead. I'll stand guard outside the door."

"That's really sweet, sir. Thank you, but I won't forget to lock it this time. So, don't worry." He smiled and then went into the bathroom, the soft sound of the lock clicking a second later.

I stood outside of it anyway and leaned back against the wall as I waited. It only took him a minute to change and he came out wearing faded jeans and a green t-shirt. "You look nice."

"Really?" He looked up at me, seeming surprised but pleased by the compliment as he went back to his locker and retrieved his phone. "I mean… it's not like I actually do or anything. But I'm happy you would say it."

Well, I wasn't having that. "Why would you think so? If something suits you then it suits you, it's as simple as that. And I find those clothes attractive on you."

Midoriya closed his locker and smiled shyly at me as he walked over. "It's probably because green looks good on me… I mean—I think so. Maybe not…"

"I think green looks great on you, sweetheart." I said and threaded our fingers together, gently pulling him with me towards the backdoor.

He came along, squeezing my hand. Once we were outside, he walked a little closer to me. "Um… I have something for you. But… I don't know if I'm going to really give it to you or not."

I chuckled, expression fond as I looked at him. At least he was honest about it. "I'll treasure anything you give me, whenever you give it to me."

"Oh wow, stop it. You make my face hot and hurt all the time." He whined and yet he was still grinning, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. "I don't know though. It's nothing special like your handkerchief. And I'm embarrassed. I don't want you feeling obligated or anything. Ugh. I shouldn't have even said anything. Stupid. I'm always thinking but never think things through properly. I don't know what my problem is. I'm sorry."

We reached my car and I was holding the passenger door open for him, but paused at his words. "You won't know until you do it and while I enjoy making your brain turn to mush, I happen to think you're very intelligent. Try it out and see, Izuku, you know I'll tell you the truth. I'm not so scary, right?" At least I hoped not.

"No, sir. Of course not!" He shook his head quickly. "I just know you're so nice and you probably wouldn't want to hurt my feelings or anything. So I just—I just need to think about it."

His statement wasn't entirely untrue. "Of course I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm not going to lie to you. A relationship built on lies never lasts and big or small I'm not willing to test it."

"Relationship?" He breathed, swooning a bit before plopping himself in the car. "Oh… I was just taking things the wrong way when I heard that word. We've always had a relationship. Maybe it's not always professional, but I know that's what you meant. I would never lie to you, Mr. Todoroki. I'll always do my best for you. I promise. I'm glad you want to be honest with me too so I know that I'm really doing okay."

The word had simply slipped out and now he was misunderstanding me again. "No, I didn't mean our work relationship at all. Not that I would lie to you in that instance either . . ." I trailed and cleared my throat, face growing warm. "I was referring to . . . well, you know . . . further down the line my intentions . . . and of course I would ask you first, but . . . I would like to hope we would become boyfriends and . . . shit, I'm fucking this up." I said and closed the passenger door before I could embarrass myself further with my little rant.

Even through the closed door though, I could hear Midoriya scream, "boyfriends?!" And he was in the middle of one of his own rants by the time I got in behind the wheel.

"—expected this to happen in a million years. He didn't mean it like that. No way. I know better. B-boyfriends… nothing like this has happened before." He fussed with his hair and flopped his head back against the headrest. "I would be the worst. How could this happen to me?"

I apparently set off a bomb inside his head and was not prepared to deal with it. "Izuku." I called and reached for his hand after I started the car. "One thing at a time. Today, let's just focus on our date."

He stilled, even holding his breath as he hesitantly looked over at me. "So then… you didn't—never mind."

"I'm not in the habit of saying things I don't mean, but don't worry about that now. Instead I have a challenge for you." I said and put the car in motion, driving out of the parking lot behind the restaurant. "If you can figure out where we're going before we get there then I'll give you a prize. Saying the answer after you see our destination doesn't count, you have to guess before then."

"Ooh, Ooh! How many guesses do I get?" He asked excitedly, forgetting all about the whole relationship slip.

I thought about it, not wanting to make it too easy for him. "Two hints, eleven guesses, eleven questions and your time is up when we get there."

"Oh, wow. That's a lot! See you're so sweet, sir. Okay, okay. Give me one hint." He was bouncing in his seat now, all eyes on me.

Wanting a hint right away, he wasn't messing around. "It's related to sports."

"Sports?" He hummed and looked ahead at the road while thinking it over. "That doesn't sound very vague, but it is. Even trying to narrow it down is difficult. I think I'll need both hints."

That was interesting and unexpected. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes." He said quickly.

I decided to be a little more generous with this one. "We'll need particular shoes."

"Shoes… hmm…" His thumb tapped my knuckles as he thought it over. "Well that crosses out the idea of going to any games because shoes wouldn't matter. Now to play certain sports, we could need different shoes. You've never mentioned any certain sports that you're fond of or anything, but I definitely think this means we're going to be actively participating in the sport. Something fun, that we can play together without it being too difficult. You didn't say to dress any certain way and jeans are fine, so I don't think we'll be playing anything that involves running. That narrows it down a lot. Somewhere we could still be close and relax and have fun, because you would think about things like that. Aha! I think I know."

Maybe I did make it too easy, maybe Midoriya was just that smart, but I figured it as a mix of both. Guessing correctly on the first try, however, I was eager to see if he would succeed. "Alright, guess number one. Where are we going?"

"Oh no. Not yet. I don't want to use my first guess and I'm not going to waste my questions—that will take all the fun out of the game." He giggled and looked over at me again. "Is it inside?"

That was a good one. "Yes."

"Is it something that we will be competing at?"

"Yes."

"Is it something you like?"

A change in tactic? "Yes." I answered, wondering how much that would help him or if he just wanted to know.

"Are balls involved?"

Clever boy, he might be on to me. "Yes."

"Is this something we can do again sometime?"

"Yes." As long as I didn't scare him away with my . . . style. "Six questions left."

"Do you have to pay to play?"

"Yes."

"Will other people be playing there too?"

"Yes."

"Will we get to sit down together sometimes and take our time?"

As much as he wanted to. "Yes."

"Afterwards, can we go for ice cream?"

That threw me off a bit, but I supposed it was valid. "Yes. Two questions left." Once he asked them he would have no other choice but to start guessing. Not only that, his time was running out.

"Are the first two letters B and O?"

Shit. He had been paying attention then. "Yes. Although I should have taken that bit of information out of your number of hints."

Midoriya hummed and smiled at me. "Is it bowling?"

"Maybe." I answered, loving how smart he was.

"Hey!" He laughed, reaching over and giving my shoulder a light shove. "Don't do that. It is, isn't it? We're going bowling!"

"Hm, we're going bowling. Well done." I said and gave his hand a squeeze. We were less than a couple blocks away now.

"And I get a prize?" Midoriya was all smiles now, even lifting my hand up to hold it to his cheek.

I pinched it teasingly, but started rubbing the soft skin after with my thumb. "You get a prize. One request, and I'll fulfill it no matter what. Choose carefully and make sure it's something you really want."

"R-request?" He faltered at that, pulling my hand back down to his lap. "B-but that's—I'm not… that's not fair."

"Are you saying you'd rather have something else?" I asked him as I made the last turn.

"Something else? Ah… n-no. But… well, you know…"

I knew, but I wanted to hear him say it. "You can save it until you're ready, but just like anything else, if you want it you have to ask for it." Except for kisses.

"But sir. I'm shy." He whined, starting to pick at my fingertips. "I don't think I can make a request."

"I believe in you, Izuku. If it's something you really want then you'll work towards it. That's the kind of person you are."

Midoriya groaned quietly. "Yeah… that's true and I do… I really want it." His leg was bouncing anxiously now.

I waited until I parked the car before I responded. "Don't worry, I'm not going to change my mind and take it from you. There's no expiration date so take your time."

"But—but… I want it now though…" He pouted, cheeks puffing out as he peeked over at me.

Adorable. "I'm listening." I said and refrained from moving closer, it would only scare him off and I wanted to hear what he would request.

Releasing my hand, he raised his to cover his face and hide from me as best as he could. Then he mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"A little louder, Izuku. I can't do it if I don't know what it is." I encouraged.

"You're gonna make me say it again?!" He cried, words still muffled by his hands, though I was able to make it out.

"Well make sure I can hear you, sweetheart."

Lowering his hands back down to his lap, he pulled in a deep, slow breath and then released it. "Promise you won't change your mind… or—or laugh?"

"I promise." I said and brushed a stray hair out of his face.

"Okay, I… I just want—um… If it's okay… just a kiss."

I would have laughed at the irony of his request, but I promised not to. Of all the things, he asked for something I gave so freely. It was so endearing and I didn't have the heart to break it to him. He might have wasted his prize, but then again maybe not. It was the first time he asked me verbally instead of casting a longing expression my way. Hearing his voice utter the words, I was overjoyed.

"As you wish." I grinned, closing the distance between us and capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

They were as soft as always and I licked his bottom lip messily before sucking it into my mouth. Midoriya let out a soft, shaky moan and brought his hands up to my shoulders. He clung to my t-shirt, kissing me back tentatively as he leaned more into me. His touch was hesitant and unsure, but his hands soon loosened their hold on my shirt to instead slide up my neck. So soft and slow—careful. He was so careful as his hands cradled my face and he continued to kiss me.

His tenderness made me smile and I cupped the back of his head with my hand, the other braced the passenger door to support me as I surged forwards. Unfortunately I couldn't return his gentleness at the moment, I was too riled up and eager to please. Midoriya had curled back against the door, but his hands slid back, going into my hair and gripping tight as if you keep me in place. His lips parted for mine though he managed to keep up with my kisses and even went as far as timidly dipping his tongue out and brushing it across mine.

I groaned and dove my tongue into his mouth before snaking my arm around his waist. For once I let myself get carried away, bringing as much heat and passion as I could. I ravished his mouth with a wildness I usually kept contained and had him quivering against me. We made out for a solid five minutes before we broke for air, my body practically in his seat. I couldn't resist teasingly nibbling on his lips as we panted and I wanted to leave them a rosy red. It quickly led to more kissing however and I was on him again whether he was ready or not.

His taste was maddeningly addicting and he was so fucking kissable, how could I not reward his request with anything other than mindblowing? Midoriya was so responsible to each kiss, letting out soft little pleasured hums and purrs as he continued to hold onto my hair. I swirled my tongue around his at the same time I removed my hand from the door, sliding it down to the lever on the side of his seat. Then I pulled it up and fully settled myself over him as the seat went all the way back. The maneuver and motion wasn't as smooth as I would have liked, but I was able to keep our lips locked.

This new angle made it easier to situate myself and make the kiss even deeper. I wasn't cutting him any slack and gladly had my fill of him. When we parted for air once more, he looked absolutely appetizing with his flushed face and hooded, dilated eyes. He was perfect and oh so tempting. I wanted more.

"Was that satisfactory?" I asked, unfortunately needing to rein myself in before I got way too handsy. We were on a date after all and I at least wanted to make it inside the bowling alley before my hormones got the better of me.

"Mm. Mmhmm." He nodded, his whimpered response making his already flushed cheeks darken. "A lot…"

"Good." I said with one last lingering kiss. "Only the best for you, sweetheart."

"I-it was a… um… maybe too good?" He blinked at me, looking embarrassed.

A smirk appeared on my face, but I refrained from rolling my hips and teasing him. "There's no such thing."

"But sir," He groaned and turned his face away from me as if he could hide. "I didn't know… I wasn't expecting—I mean I just… and now I'm—oh no…"

He really had a way of making me reconsider, perhaps getting a little handsy would be alright as long as it was fast. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Ah," He squeaked, face blood red as he shook his head. "N-no, I'm sorry! I'm fine, really. Promise!"

"Hm. If you're sure." I said and sat up, adjusting myself so I could bring his seat back up.

Once I returned to my own seat, I decided to tell about the last time I had gone bowling as our bodies calmed. I knew the experience would be much more enjoyable with Midoriya though and hoped it became a memory he was fond of. I wanted to make him smile nonstop today, make him have fun without worrying about anything else. Today it was going to be just us.