I hurt myself today.
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain.
The only thing that's real
Nine Inch Nails – "Hurt"
-Goodbye-
Izuku walked down the long hallway, with a single focus on the door at the end of the hall. The hallway seemed to stretch for eternity, but he knew that wasn't the case. He knew he was scared even though he had asked for this. Beyond that door lay his mother.
Nezu, true to his word, had brought her here, though he did ask several times if he was sure that this was what he wanted. When he finally arrived at the door, he looked through the viewing window; she was thin, not in a healthy way either; her eyes appeared to be sunk in, her cheeks as well. She fidgeted with her hands, unable to control herself, her eyes darting around the room anxiously.
He opened the door and stepped inside; she reacted with a start; she didn't recognize him at first until he sat across from her and allowed her to look at him fully.
"Izuku," she whispered. Was it a prayer answered, a nightmare come to life, a painful memory that she had tried to bury only to come back and slap her in the face.
"Hello, Mom," was the only reply he could provide. He wanted to run; the beast wanted to rip her throat out.
"No, No," the words tumbled from her mouth; each word carried the same uncertainty that her first word did; it burned his ears, worming its way down into his very being. "You can't be him; he died, he wanted to die. I didn't want him to go, but he wanted to go. I tried to let him go, but he came back. Every day, I dreaded walking into that house; I dreaded what I would find when I awoke. Then he was gone, so you can't be him. There is no coming back; there is no coming back; you can't be him."
"Why didn't you look for me?"
Inko's feet were now on the chair, her knees tucked up like a small child. "Why did you want to leave? I wanted you to get help to accept reality, but you just wouldn't."
"Why couldn't you believe in me? Why couldn't you say I could do it."
"Because you can't!" she shouted. "You CAN'T BE A QUIRKLESS HERO; IT CAN'T BE DONE. I TRIED TO GET YOU TO SEE THAT, TO SEE THAT YOU COULD BECOME A DOCTOR OR EVEN A POLICE OFFICER IF YOU WANTED TO HELP PEOPLE SO BADLY BUT IT HAD TO BE A GOD DAMN HERO!"
Inko was on her feet now, "I TRIED TO GET YOU HELP; INSTEAD, IF YOU COULDN'T BE A HERO, YOU DIDN'T' WANT TO LIVE. YOU SLIT YOUR WRISTS; I SAVED YOU, ASKED YOU WHAT WAS WRONG, WHAT YOU NEEDED, WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"Nothing," he responded.
"NOTHING IZUKU, YOU SAID NOTHING. I PUT YOU IN THERAPY, HOPING YOU WOULD TALK TO THEM, BUT AGAIN, NOTHING. WAS THE THERAPIST TERRIBLE? I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN I ASKED YOU SAID?" She slammed her hands on the table.
"He is fine."
"YOU WANT ME TO THINK THE TRAIN WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT? WHEN I ASKED ABOUT ANYTHING, YOU JUST SHUT ME OUT AND DIDN'T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING. THEN AGAIN WITH THE PILLS, YOU WANTED TO LEAVE ME SO BADLY THAT YOU WOULD DO IT AGAIN. I LET YOU GO. LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT, I LET YOU GO. IF YOU WANTED TO GO SO BADLY, I LET YOU GO. BUT DID YOU GO?" she was pacing now on the other side of the table like a wild animal.
"No."
"DID YOU THINK I DIDN'T LOVE YOU? DID YOU THINK I DIDN'T SEE YOU PRACTICE TYING A KNOOSE? EVERY DAY I HAD TO WONDER, WAS THIS THE LAST TIME? WHAT AM I GOING TO SEE WHEN I GET HOME? I GET TO FIND YOU, NOT YOUR PIECE OF SHIT FATHER, NO ONE ELSE BUT ME. I GET TO COME HOME AND SEE THE CHILD I CARRIED FOR NINE MONTHS DEAD. WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE HAD ME DO? YOU DIDN'T TAKE MEDICATION FOR THE VOICES? YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" she stared at him while paced, her eyes blazing in fury.
"Why couldn't you just believe in me?" he said. "Why couldn't you just say I could do it? That I could be a hero?"
"Because you are quirkless, Izuku!" Inko shouted in exasperation. "In the last 100 years, how many quirkless heroes have there been?"
"None."
"NONE IZUKU," Inko said, pacing back and forth, stopping. "You want me to endorse you going into a profession where you have a 30% mortality rate, 50% chance of suffering some serious injury or trauma, and that is for those with an advantage of a quirk, and you have none? I am your mother, not a fucking cheerleader to just cheer you on into any dumb decision you want to make. It is my job to try and keep you safe. Not watch you go to an early grave, but that is what happened anyway."
"I could have tried!" he yelled.
"You could have," Inko's voice dropped as she fell back into her seat. "You could have filed that report with the police after your first attempt when they discovered the scars. You could have said something when I asked you if something was happening. And you didn't because when you were four years old, I couldn't tell you that you could be a hero because I didn't want you to die!" she leaned forward and pointed at him. "I worked hard to provide for us, to buy you all that stupid All-Might merchandise, hero conventions, watching the hero news, or whatever documentary on god damn heroes. Even in the silence, I still did it! Do you think that the Psychiatrist was free? That the medication was free? That all that shit was free?"
"After I died, you just walked away and left?" Izuku replied as her words tore at him.
"What was I supposed to do, Izuku?" Inko said. "You had gotten what you wanted? How much more did I need to do to prove that I wanted you here? Should I have had you forcibly committed? Did I deny you your medication? Did I deny you help? I couldn't force you to stay if you didn't want to be here. I tried, and you still tried to kill yourself three times that I know of. So yes, I left, I left, and I have tried to drown myself in drugs, alcohol, and sex. Because I am such a bad fucking mother that my son would rather kill himself than stay with me. I am desperately trying to fill that fucking hole."
Izuku, for the first time, read her aura; she was telling the truth, at least. It was her looking to die just like he did, but without the violence. She was killing herself in her way; every risk she took, every time she got high, she did it realizing she might not wake up, and when she did, she just did it again, hoping she just might get it right.
Every time he would reach out, the voice in his head would stop him. The Lord Of Blood wanted him dead, wanted him to die so he could take him. But why him?
"What happened to you? Are you my Izuku or some demon here to torment me?" Inko asked, staring at him. She could see it, her little boy there under the surface. She could sense it; he was dangerous, it screamed in the back of her mind. "Something did happen."
Izuku paused. "Yes, both terrible and, at some point, amazing. When I jumped, I was taken and made into this. After being imprisoned, I escaped and did what I could to survive. But I went to the apartment to see you when I knew it was over. I wanted to hear your voice again. I want to tell you that I am sorry for what I did. Holding a grudge because I was four and you didn't tell me what I wanted to hear was stupid. Listening to a voice in my head instead of telling you what was happening was stupid. I wanted to see you one last time."
"What do you mean?" she said, reaching for his hand.
"STOP AND BE STILL!" he commanded, calling upon his vampiric power of Dominate. Inko stopped and pulled her hand back, sitting there like a lifeless doll. "Your son didn't die; in fact, he got a scholarship to go study abroad. He never tried to kill himself, and you never had to live through that." Inko nodded her head. "Whenever you think about your son, you will imagine a wonderful phone call; he will tell you of his wonderful life, filling you with joy. Any memory of him will always be good; you will never again abuse drugs or alcohol because it would make him sad, and you love him too much to do that, don't you?"
Inko nodded; he could feel her mind struggle slightly and increase the pressure, ceasing her struggles. "Listen and Obey!" she just nodded. "You are going to go back to Hawaii and live the best life you can; if you ever hear my name talked about, read my name, or see this image on television, you will not recognize it as your son." Tears fell from Inko's eyes. "Your son loves you, and you will no longer recognize me as him. Your son is somewhere else. When I exit this room, this will all take hold. You came back to Japan to pick something up and nothing more. I love you mom."
"I love you, Izuku," she said, her voice distant, dreamlike. He leaned across the table and kissed her cheek.
"Goodbye," he got up from his chair and walked to the door; he stood there and looked at her for the last time.
-Sin-
Shota Aizawa slowly woke in the middle of the night, his eyes darting side to side, and then he saw him sitting across the room, Izuku Midoriya. He was still in the medical wing; he immediately sat up, surprised he could do so.
"You're right. I could have restrained you," Izuku said, walking towards him; the chair beside the bed skidded across the floor. Izuku sat at the foot of the bed, his hands in his lap. "I heard you wanted to talk.
"Why did the Lord of Blood choose you?" he asked.
"I don't know. I was goateed by Lord of Blood to kill myself. He had been talking to me for years, and I had no idea why. He told me I caught his attention. And he was just a voice in my head. I had never met him and didn't know anything about him." Izuku rubbed his eyes, and with a dry laugh, he continued. "When he first talked to me, I was so excited I thought he was my quirk."
"Why should I believe you?" Aizawa said.
"Why would I lie about that?" Izuku's head tilted to the side slightly. "All I ever wanted to do was to be a hero, to make a difference in this world. To save people with a smile. But I was quirkless so that society wouldn't stand for that. I got beaten on and abused till I tried to take my own life," Izuku held up his wrists. "I tried to accidentally fall in front of a train, overdose on pills, thought about hanging myself till I finally threw myself off a building, only to go through hell and be made in whatever this is."
"You're dangerous?" Aizawa spat out.
"Really? To whom?"
"You're an abomination; you are too powerful for one so young. The Lord of Blood saved your life rather than his own," Aizawa glared at Izuku. "If he valued your life over him, then you are too dangerous to let live. You already killed people; we have the records?"
"And all the people that worked for the Lord of Blood and the other vampires you hunted were all vampires, right? None of them were still people? That you took into custody, put them before a jury, let justice play out?" Izuku leaned forward. "You never crept up to their home and set the building on fire in the middle of the day to drive them out, did you?"
Aizawa was silent. "I killed some Yakuza members and some assholes raping a girl. Oh, people who were trying to kill me in a fighting pit." Izuku smiled and wagged his finger at Aizawa. "But you always ensured that the human retainers weren't being controlled, right? That the evil vampire hadn't taken over their minds, forcing them to love and serve them, right? I would ask how many you have killed, but it doesn't matter. Your aura tells me all I need to know."
Izuku stared at the ceiling, "If the worst villain ever had a child and that child came to you and said, "I want to be a hero, to pay the debt my parent acquired with the world." Would you turn that child away?"
"That is different?" Aizawa said quickly.
"Now you are lying to yourself," Izuku said, looking Aizawa in the eyes. "I am essentially the child of the worst villain you have ever dealt with. I am asking you to let me be a hero, train me to be a hero, and I can help make things better. Can I not be the best weapon for you to have against other Vampires like the Lord of Blood?"
"And when that thing manifests?" Aizawa said.
"It has only manifested when my life was in jeopardy; now, if the Lord of Blood chose to save me over himself, then he can't be the one who was going to use me as a weapon," Izuku replied. "The Lord of Blood didn't just come from nowhere, right?"
Aizawa didn't say anything. "I want an answer," Izuku said. "I told you what I wanted and even came to talk with you."
Aizawa looked at him; he looked past the specimen in front of him and thought about the file photo before he went missing the scrawny, scraggly child. "I will not punish the child for the father's sins," he said. "But I will be keeping an eye on you."
"I can accept that," Izuku stood up. "Make sure Endeavor understands as well. And don't ever call him my father; that man tortured and abused me. I am glad he is dead."
Aizawa watched Izuku walk out the door; he laid back down, wondering if he had just made a deal with the devil or helped save a child from a dark and terrible road.
-Together-
As he exited the medical wing, he found Himiko waiting.
"I thought you were asleep?" he said.
"I was sort of," she got up and took his hand. "I understand that you have been dealing with a lot over the past few days, and I wanted to be here for you."
"Thank you, Himi," he said, leading her back to the cottage. "How about we go out this weekend since I am allowed out now."
"I could get behind that, but I have been a little lonely without you," she pulled his arm in between her breasts. "I could use a good fucking."
"You are right. I do owe you a good fucking!"
-Morning Light-
Izuku woke to the feel of Himiko's mouth on his hard cock; he pulled back the covers to see her lustful gaze look up at him as she deep-throated him; she stuck out her tongue to lick his balls and held herself down there till she pulled up with a gasp before diving back down. He saw her hand tucked between her legs; he knew she was pleasuring herself.
"I want to taste you," he said. Himi popped his cock from her mouth before turning to straddle his face; She moaned loudly as he traced up the slit of her sex with his tongue before she leaned down to continue sucking him off. It wasn't long before they both found relief. He rolled Himiko onto her stomach and wiggled her sexy ass at him; he could hear her breath catch when he lined himself up with asshole and pushed his way in.
"Oh god, yes, baby," she moaned. "I love it when you fuck my ass." She shuddered as he began to deliver long, hard, slow strokes. He was taking his time with her, and she loved it. "Just like that, baby, please keep fucking me just like that," she whispered. She pulled her hair to the side and bared her neck; she orgasmed as his fangs bit into her. He placed his wrist before her, and she grabbed it greedily as she started to take back the blood he was taking for her. Lost in the throws of the kiss, he started fucking her harder; her screams muffled by his wrist. When he unleashed in the side of her ass, she pulled her head free and screamed in pleasure.
"Great way to start the morning," he whispered; she giggled when he scooped her up and carried her to the shower, where she knew he was going to fuck her again.
-Change Be Coming-
She was not happy that she was missing her morning delight, nor for the fact she hadn't been fucked in a few days, but sometimes things conflicted, and he had told her that he needed a few days to handle things. She had been looking forward to getting over to the cottage early this morning and getting bent over the table, but the message from Nezu summoning her to his office sadly took priority.
She was surprised to see Aizawa coming from the other end of the hall; she was also furious about the stunt he had pulled; she had told him so when she saw him. Once Recovery Girl had healed him enough, she slapped him and read him the riot act, even telling him that if he didn't straighten up, then she was done with him.
"What are you doing here?" she said, glaring at him.
"I was summoned the same as you," he said. "I was wrong. I was punishing him for things he had nothing to with."
"Just because you say you were wrong doesn't mean shit unless you prove it," she opened the door and walked in.
Aizawa shook his head and walked behind her; Nezu was sitting with hot cups of tea waiting for them. Aizawa wondered if Nezu ever slept; no one had seen him sleep, but that didn't mean anything.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Nemuri said, taking a seat in an oversized chair. Aizawa said nothing and sat on the couch, ignoring his cup of tea.
"Yes, Mr. Aizawa, you are fired as the homeroom teacher of the hero course," Nezu said with practiced ease.
"You have to be joking?" he said, suddenly getting to his feet.
"Do I look like I am joking," Nezu replied with his trademark grin. "You have already been expelled or demoted from this year's class anyway, and after your actions, I feel that you are no longer a good fit to lead those classes. Looking over your record, I believe you may have made more mistakes than not. Ms. Kayama, I would like you to take over as the Head of the 1-A hero course starting with this new class. I want you to take over, ensuring Himiko and Izuku are academically ready for the entrance exam and monitoring Vlad's classes when you get a chance."
"So you are just firing me?" Aizawa said, standing there.
"No, I would like you to teach crime scene investigations, stealth, and hand-to-hand combat," Nezu replied. "I will no longer tolerate you or Endeavor's actions; if either of you choose to do anything like that again, you will be brought up on charges, and I will see to it that you both are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. You have proven that I cannot trust you to oversee the Heroic course anymore, but I believe you have some value to this institution in another role."
"I need to think about it," he muttered.
"Understandable. You have till you walk out that door," Nezu said. "Well, Ms. Kayama?"
Nemuri was excited for multiple reasons; now, she would have ample time to be around Izuku and Himiko, and she could make sure she had them in her class. Naughty thoughts immediately began to form, but she pushed them down quickly. "I accept, sir," she bowed slightly. "I am excited to get to work." She paused, "I assume I will be able to assign mandatory counseling as well as quirk counseling or other such corrective measures?"
"Yes? Have you seen something?" Nezu said, his grin vanishing.
"I have seen some things on the applications that I would want to investigate further before passing judgment, but I believe that should some of the students make it in, they will need some adequate support," Nemuri replied.
"Then, of course, but I am implementing a ban on automatic expulsion for "questionable" reasons," Nezu said, looking at Aizawa. "Then wonderful," his face brightened. "Your offer has been sent to your email; I am always available should you need anything." Nemuri bowed and exited the room before shooting a glance toward Aizawa.
"You know that he can be extremely dangerous," Aizawa said, walking towards the desk.
"So can hundreds of others out there," Nezu said. "You punished him for the sins of who made him, not for anything he had done. I caged him for the monster we witnessed at the docks, which was wrong. He needs to be allowed to figure out his proper path, and we need to help him navigate that so he doesn't stumble down a dark one."
"I know what I did."
"Yet you are not sorry for it," Nezu leaned forward. "You acknowledge your mistakes but offer no remorse or sympathy. All the children whose dreams you cut short for their lack of ability, all those you dismissed because you couldn't or wouldn't invest the time and effort on. By bringing you here, allowing you to teach these children, you could help them and, yes, even possibly protect them in the way you wished your friend had been."
"Leave him out of this!" Aizawa slammed his hands on the table.
"Leave him out of this? Should I leave the tragedy of what happened to your family out of this?" Nezu's voice was still even, not rising in the slightest. "You poured yourself into heroics after Oboro died, then you poured yourself into vengeance after your family was taken. When that vengeance was satiated, you turned all that rage and anger on a boy who had nothing to do with it. What will you turn it on next?" Aizawa was silent. "Either you accept my offer and get the help you need, or you can continue to spiral down until you become the monster."
"I accept," Aizawa said, turning to leave. "What about your monster? How will you help him?"
"By letting him live, by teaching him how to live," Nezu smiled, but this one made Aizawa shiver; it was predatory and dangerous. "Who better to teach a monster than another monster."
-Clothes Makith Man-
Izuku sighed as he followed the overly giddy Nemuri into the clothing store; once she had learned of the date that was being planned between Himiko and Izuku for the weekend, she insisted that they both needed new outfits to wear. This was, of course, after the announcement that she would take over their education personally and be the new head of the 1-A hero course. She was rewarded with what she longed for; she had been bent over the table and fucked senseless while her face was devouring Himiko's sex.
Now she was out on a "date" with Izuku; she couldn't stop smiling. It was the first time he had been off campus since his arrival there, and she got to do two of her favorite things: shop and dress someone up. She wanted to hold his hand and cuddle up to him, but she didn't know if he would allow it. She was his toy, a release for his desires, and she enjoyed that, but she also wanted to be cuddled and get to go on dates as well.
"Izuku, if I told you I wanted to go on dates as well…" she whispered.
"We can," he said; he took her hand, making her jump slightly. "You, like Himiko, have accepted me and my appetites. I like you, Nemuri, and not just for your body, but that is a great part of it."
She blushed like a schoolgirl; she couldn't explain this desire to be with him, to be at his side. "Then let me take care of everything today, spoil you, and tonight would you…just us…"
"Yes, that sounds good." Izuku leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I enjoy it being nice and tender as well." He couldn't help but smile at her giggle as she went to find some outfits for him to try on.
He was looking over some shirts when he heard a group of girls enter; nothing major, but what he heard made him freeze.
"I am totes done with him; I mean, I am so tired of his bullshit," her voice stabbed at Izuku's ears, and the beast rattled its cage. He turned and looked, and there she was, Cami Utsushimi. I will totes date you once you get a quirk!"
She was of average height, her straight, fawn-colored hair now reaching just below her shoulders, and her large, dark brown eyes were looking back at whomever she was talking to. He noticed her lips still looked plump; they always shined, as Cami had always liked lip gloss. He noticed the other changes in her body since he had last seen her, the even more generous curves she had, the larger amount of cleavage she showed with the top of her uniform undone.
"That is what you said like two months ago," an unknown voice said.
"Yeah, didn't you get back together like last week," a third added.
"He got all jealous and said how he wanted me back; I thought he was going to be different, you know," Cami said as they moved further into the store. Izuku activated his Obfuscate, darkening his hair and removing the faint outline of his freckles. "But he is just the same; he just was all jealous because I was hanging out with Ryu and shit."
Izuku moved to get a better look. "Well, it better be for real this time; this shit is getting old," said the second voice; the girl was shorter than Cami; if Cami was average height, then this girl was short, maybe 5'0 feet tall; she had long black hair just below her knees, greenish colored skin, that had a unique sparkle to them. Large black eyes, a devastating large bust, and a slim waist. Overall, it is beautiful.
"Yeah, Cami, you can't keep returning to him; you deserve so much better," the third said. She was in between the height of the other two, her skin was beautiful alabaster, with these black lines almost tattooed on, pitch black hair with white tips, and her eyes were all white, except the black lines that ran through them; she was genuinely exotic looking and gorgeous. "So what are we here for, Zuka," she said, looking at the short girl.
"I need a top," she said, looking toward the ladies' section, "Something to go with that black skirt I like; I am supposed to go to dinner with my dad on Friday. Besides, didn't you want to get a new pair of pants, Dalia?"
Izuku recognized them as part of Cami's little group. Dalia was a bitch; she would join on in the shit-talking or abuse as long as it wasn't too violent, pranks, and laugh at his expense. Zuka was there, but he always heard her telling them to leave him be or that it wasn't worth it.
Izuku could see it. He could pull her in with Presence, Dominate her to do what he wanted, rob her of her free will, but he knew it was wrong; he knew what that felt like. He wanted to taste her, drink her in, make her his, get sweet revenge. He stopped dropping his Obfuscate; if he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right.
"Holy Shit," he roared, catching the girl's attention as he was staring at them. "Cami? Cami Utsushimi?"
Her friends looked at the hot guy standing there and then at Cami. Cami was trying to place him, but she just couldn't. Of course, she wouldn't say that. "Yeah, that's me," she said, coming forward; she didn't even realize it.
"It's me," Izuku said, stepping closer hesitantly, "Don't you recognize me?" He could see her struggle, wondering what she would do, but he kept silent.
"I am so sorry," Cami said. "Have we met before? I mean, you know my name, so obviously. But I don't recognize you," she held her hand in front of her face as an apology. "I am sorry."
Izuku just smiled and made sure she saw him look her over some. He took a gulp and stepped closer. "Cami, it's me, Izuku! Izuku Midoriya."
Cami looked shocked, and so did her friends, "Holy shit! Izuku?"
"No fucking way," Dalia said. "You are De…I mean Izuku like quirkless Izuku?"
"What the hell happened to you?" Zuka said, stunned, looking him over.
"Oh, you know, got a quirk," he did his best to look bashful, rubbing the back of his head.
"You got a quirk?" Cami muttered as a look of dread seemed to cross her face.
"Yeah," Izuku stepped closer to them, "Is um…Kach…I mean Bakugo around?" he said, trying to sound nervous.
"He is at the gym," Cami said quietly, her mind flashing too many things; she wondered if he was about to yell at them or…
"Good," he locked eyes with them, activating Dominate, "Don't tell him or anyone else you bumped into me; I don't want to see him right now." They all nodded listlessly; he shut it off. "Look, I would love to catch up later; maybe we can text?" he said shyly.
"Yeah, that sounds cool," Cami said, not knowing what to do. "So what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I am here on a date," Izuku said, perking up.
"A date?" Dalia said suspiciously, though she could see it. He was damn hot, but she was wondering. "Where are they?"
Izuku pointed towards Nemuri, who had just come around the corner with some clothes in her hand. She was surprised to see him talking to not one but three girls, so she glided up to him. "Hey baby," she purred, kissing his cheek, "Who are your friends?"
The three girls were shocked; she was an older woman, attractive and fucking gorgeous. When Izuku tenderly kissed the top of her head, she knew something was up. "Oh, Nemi, these are some girls I used to go to school with Cami, Dalia, and Zuka. Girls, this is my girlfriend Nemi," he sounded so proud, like he was showing her off; Nemuri felt herself getting wet.
"Well, come try these on. I want to see how you look?" she pouted at him.
"Okay, I will be right there," he said as she let go of his arm and strolled away. "Hey, sorry, but I got to go, so want to text? I would love to catch up." The girls nodded and exchanged numbers with him; they were too curious not to. He had disappeared only to appear out of nowhere looking like a hunk, with a woman on his arm, and saying he had a quirk.
Once he was over with Nemuri by the dressing room, "Who were they?" Nemuri asked.
Izuku fed her the cliff notes version Telepathically, thanks to his Auspex strengthening. Nemuri glared at the group as dark and evil thoughts played out in her mind. "What are you going to do?"
"Devour them, of course, especially Cami," Izuku responded. "But that isn't what's important." He made sure Cami could see them as he leaned down and kissed Nemuri tenderly, weakening her knees.
"When you kiss me like that, you make me want you so bad," she whispered. She looked towards the changing room, "Can we just have a quick one?"
Izuku smiled, "Sure, not like anyone would hear us." Cami blushed, seeing them slip into the dressing room together. She would have to discover what had happened to him; maybe she should tell Katsuki… no, not yet.
She kept peaking towards the dressing room; people walked by it but didn't notice. Twenty minutes later, she saw Nemi emerge, slightly messy; it was apparent what had happened. Cami also saw Izuku standing there without a shirt. She quickly snapped her gaze away. Did I check out Deku…I mean Izuku…what is wrong with me!
I wear this crown of thorns.
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair.
Nine Inch Nails – "Hurt"