4

Allure of a siren

Sparks grinded lyrics to the quiet night. He drifted around the corner, taking the winding backstreets. He narrowed his eyes, his heart was pumping blood from skating and the quenching anxiety that was growing as he got closer.

'I shouldn't be doing this... I know that, but..!' He squeezed his eyes shut. Her voice replayed like a sad lullaby.

'It was wrong and I knew it but I had also been feeling alone for an exhausting amount of time now.'

It was his first year at U.A.

He was wobbling down the hall with supplies. He was about to trip, but a tongue wrapped around his waist, stabilizing him. "Careful Midoriya, here, let me help." Tsuyu took some of the weight off him.

Izuku gave a nervous laugh of an apology. "Thanks, Tsuyu. H-Hatsume has been working me like a dog."

And they walked side by side. They were always side by side. That's the kind of person Tsuyu was to Izuku. Friends since they met. "Ribbit, how are you liking the support course?"

"It's... not bad. It has a huge learning curve though. I'll manage somehow." His freckles gave a friendly bounce to his smile.

"Don't overwork yourself. Make sure to pace yourself. If it's too much for you, ask for help, there's nothing wrong with that."

"You're always so blunt, huh? But thanks, you're right, I will."

"Ribbit, I always speak my mind."

They were walking down the hallway and ran into a friend. "Oh, Uraraka." Izuku greeted.

"Hm," turning her attention away from the window gazing she was doing as she strolled along. "Hey Deku!" She waved, about to walk up to him. She hesitated, averting her gaze from his right arm.

"Ochako, do you need anything from the support studio, Midoriya and I are headed that way, or better yet come with us." Asui invited.

"Oh, s-sorry, I can't, I'm running an errand too, th-thanks though! See you guys after school, we're still on for later with everyone, right?" Rushing her words out, taking brisk steps away from Deku.

His hair shadowed his eyes as Uraraka left.

"Ribbit..." Asui stared at him, before opening her mouth to try and comfort him. "Just give her time. I'm sure it's hard for her too, especially being alone with you. She'll come around eventually but for now, the only thing you can do is give her time. I know it sounds unfair but everyone grieves in their own way."

"I know Tsuyu, I know that... but," 'it still hurts being avoided by someone when you really need them.'

Izuku decelerated reaching the one-way street to Momo's property. He was deciding if he should ring the bell or not as he got closer. He didn't want to be a bother. He optimized his body weight, leaning forward to go faster. He got over the gate with a flip corkscrew. He landed on the other side, dashing up to the house as quietly as he could.

'She said she would leave the door unlocked and wait in her room...' He gulped. 'I'm really doing this.' He snuck inside, closing the door without a sound. He took off his air gear. 'Although we have already, just not this late at night.'

Izuku scampered around the dark hallways. He tried to remember the route to her room. He did good enough because he reached the only room that had sound. He leaned close to the door, hearing low volume music. He furrowed his eyebrows, clearing his throat. "Momo..?"

"...Come in." The same tension in her voice.

Click. Izuku lightly pushed open and entered. He took in the elegant sight. The illumination of the moon shined through her window canvas, the crisp night air left the edges frosted. She was sitting on the side of the bed, facing towards the window, almost as if she was attracted to the only light source in the big empty room. 'And for some reason, it made me really sad. She looked like she had been alone for so long. She never expressed this kind of atmosphere at school.'

Without thinking he walked to the bed and sat beside her. "I'm here..." not knowing what to say.

She had her hair down, it framed around her face and down her bare shoulders. She was in a purple-trimmed, nightgown, it barely reached her thighs. She had her cheek cupped on her hand, leaning her face on it. Her eyes had that downcast glance he was starting to see more often. "I don't even know if I should have asked you to come, Izuku." She whispered, moving her hand to cover her words.

He exhaled a gasp. Izuku folded his fist over the mattress sheets. "I'm... I'm here now, so no helping it right?" An uneasy smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

She gave a weak giggle dropping her hand to her lap. "I guess so, ne?" She scooted closer to his side. "Thanks... Izuku." Nuzzling her cold pink nose on his green sweater sleeve.

He reciprocated her gesture, draping his other arm around her back, running it up and down. "Momo... if you don't mind me asking," he paused, waiting for her reaction. She didn't give one, still resting her head against him peacefully. "A-About this... what we're doing I mean, what are we?" His chest was pumping nervously. His eyes were purely focused on the window silhouette and light on the carpet in front of him.

Her arm reached over his chest, holding onto his shoulder. She straightened herself up, lingering closer to him. "We're here... That's what we are, aren't we?" She straddled on top of him, cupping his face with both her hands, warmly staring down at him.

His eyes widened at the maiden above him in the lonely night. The light glistened off her porcelain skin, casting out hollow shadows. His hands crawled to her hips, tangling with the thin fabric of her nightgown. She leaned down to his face, tilting her head. He closed his eyes, letting himself be guided by her caring hands. His fingers clenched the grip on her hips, as their lips met. She involuntarily sighed out, pulling back. He chased after her, capturing her lips. She whimpered. Her arms were around his neck, hands meshing around his hair in the passion. She clutched a few locks of his hair, keeping their lips abused.

His hands traveled to her back, deepening their embrace. Her thighs rubbed against the sides of his waist, as she grinded on his lap. He pulled down her nightgown straps, one by one, slowly freeing her upper back tracing his fingers over her soft midnight cooled skin. She shivered in his arms, breaking the kiss. "I... Izuku." Panting out a hot breath in the cold.

He groaned at her seductively innocent voice. He made sure he had a firm grip on her, before turning them around and laying her on the bed. She let out a surprised squeal at his action. Her hair was a beautiful mess over the sheets, with a few loose strands over her face. She stared up at Izuku. Her eyes had a liquid shine and her lips lifted with a tender smile. His eyes widened. That smile, it was the honest smile she never showed to anyone. Her hand slowly crept up to his face, rubbing his cheek. His heart skipped a beat at her moonlit affection. Her smile grew at his reaction. A sentimental giggle, "with you, I don't feel so alone..." closing her eyes and raising her smooth porcelain shoulders into her smile, radiating a pale beauty.

"Me... Me, either." He whispered back, leaning his face down to her. He brushed away a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. He rubbed his thumb over her lips, before pressing his against hers in a slow sensual lip locked affair. They moved their lips up and down, broke apart and reunited. In that little moment, it wasn't about lust or desire, it was simply an act of caring.

His forehead was pressed against hers. He was holding her roughly, one arm under her head, the other was helping him support himself on the bed. His breathing was rigid as he pumped harder.

She was panting heavily. Her cheeks scarlet. Her nails buried into his back. Her legs were locked around his waist. Her bosom was sloshing against his chest.

They both had their eyes locked to each other as they let their breaths mix into an intoxicating aroma in the night.

"Oh, Izuku... Izuku..! Izuku!"

The passion faded out into the cold night.

They were both trying to catch their breaths. Izuku laid on top of her, still holding her in a euphoric embrace. His lips left light smooches on her neck and shoulder. She rested her head on the pillow. Her hand played with his hair and her other skimmed over the scratch marks she left on his back, she whispered an apology, kissing his ear.

'We stayed in each other's arms that night, sleeping until dawn. She woke me up before the sun had arisen. I snuck back into my apartment without Mom finding out and I went to sleep like nothing ever happened. Even though I was more confused than ever about our relationship.'

Izuku was walking down the sidewalk.

"Hey Deku!" Uraraka ran up to him, holding her backpack straps. She noticed a pair of red boots identical to his tied around his bag.

He yawned and turned his head to her. "Oh hey, Uraraka. Good morning." With the usual smile shared between friends.

"Good morning to you too! It's been a while since we walked to school together!" With her preppy attitude.

"Yeah, you're right." He tried to pretend it wasn't because she avoided him after that happened.

"Deku, you still got those bags under your eyes? How much sleep did you get last night?" Obviously concerned.

"Hehehe, it's a lot harder to catch up on sleep than I thought." He ruffled the back his hair. "But I believe Hatsume is more sleep deprived than me."

"It's kinda like a competition between you two!"

"No... not at all like that."

And their common banter went on as they reached the front gates of school.

There she was. Uraraka ran up to her and greeted her. Izuku was slightly behind. She greeted Uraraka like usual. She turned to him. Izuku was about to say hello until he saw her face.

"Good morning, Midoriya." With that transparent smile, he knew was a lie.

"G-Good morning Yaoyorozu," was his only reply.

Izuku when we're alone and Midoriya in public. Yaoyorozu in public and Momo when we're alone...

Why is it like this?