Forbidden love between a hero and a villain. Enjoy!
Izuku put back the magazine in the center before picking up another article. He caught the eye of a gentleman displaying a strange look. It was a look that was amongst the elite or anybody from the upper class. The snotty what-in-the-hell-are-you-doing-here type of look. Or, are-you-sure-you-are-not-mistaking-this-place-for-a-local-burger-joint type of look. He did not try to pay it any mind. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He often joked that he had exchanged for either a plastic spork or a pair of hands.
He sat back on the chair as he was waiting patiently. Honestly, the restaurant was a bit fancy for his taste. He had never been to this kind of restaurant before. The atmosphere of fancy embroidery, smooth jazz, the clinking of glasses was not his cup of tea. The unwrapping of crinkled paper, sawdust, and hanging animal heads was his choice.
However, he did not pick this place. Someone had picked it for him. He was waiting for someone.
He tapped the seat with his fingers to kill time. Once again, the gentleman next to him gave him an odd look. Was the magazine flipping not enough, he wanted to tell the gentleman. Was it the fact that he was a teenager, he wanted to tell the gentleman. The type of clothes? His demeanor? Anything to get this noisy gentleman off of him, he thought. He wanted to give him a piece of his mind. He really did, but per instruction of his guest, no funny business.
He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He reached for it and saw that it was All Might. He put it on mute.
He must not know, he thought to himself.
Before leaving the dorm, Izuku told his classmates that he was going for a walk. When asked of his whereabouts, he concluded with "wherever the Lord takes me." Being an older teen, it shouldn't matter about his whereabouts or his actions. In his mind, he is a man first, superhero-to-be second.
However, he knew that All Might's calling was with good reason. Recently, he had been hearing rumors from different sources about an impending attack on the school from the League of Villians. According to him, the attacks were going to be eminent to them all. Therefore, the heroes must stay on guard, he concluded.
His phone continued to ring until it stopped. He sighed before returning it in his pocket. The sound of a hard shoe was approaching the emerald-haired child. He looked up to see it was the host of the restaurant.
"Excuse me, sir," said the host. "I have received a call from your guest. She says that she is going to be a little late." The host caught the eye of one of the waiters to come into his direction. "However, she told me to make yourself at home in our V.I.P." His eyes told Izuku that he should stand. He did. "Right this way, sir," he said before turning around with the appointed waiter.
Izuku followed them as they entered the main dining area of the restaurant. The sounds of laughter and clinking of forks, knives, and glass filled the room. He watched as a live band was playing one of Kenny G's greatest hits. Every time Izuku made a direction, some of the customers were giving him a strange look. It was not the look of he was a kid, but the look of they was aware of his status. It is like they smell the stench of poor, he thought. Just for assurance, he grabbed his underarm to smell himself. He took a shower before arriving here.
Once he passed through the wave of uncertainty from the crowd, he went through a red curtain that led to a hallway. In the hallway was five or six different rooms. Each room had a number on the door. The waiter and the host stopped at door numbered 5.
"Right this way," said the host as he followed them inside of the room.
As he stepped inside, Izuku was quite surprised. It was a huge contrast from the outside of the restaurant. The interior was a deep shade of purple and black, like flowers that were purposefully kept in darkness. The room had two love seats on the opposite sides. It had a table but surrounded by round cushioned seats. There was a bottle of champagne on ice next to the table. Izuku saw the name, but he couldn't pronounce it since it was in French. If it were English, he thought, then it would be easier. Then yet again, reading was not his forte, and that include Romance languages.
The host wavered his hand to Izuku to gesture him to take a seat. He followed his order and sat at one of the love seats.
The host whispered in the waiter's ear. The waiter pulled out a remote from his pocket. He handed it to Izuku. "This remote has many buttons to use at your leisure," he said. "It includes the use of the television, the request of us, the vibrate mode of the love seats, and among other things. This should keep you comfortable before your guest arrives."
Flattered, Izuku responded with thanks.
"If you need anything," said the host. "Let us know."
"Okay," said Izuku.
The host and the waiter bowed before leaving the room, leaving him to himself. Although this was an odd experience for him, but he enjoyed being pampered.
Having that kind of money to receive this kind of treatment works wonders, he said to himself before finding the button to turn on the television.
He eyed the bottle of champagne at the center of the table but decided against it. He wasn't much of a drinker. He got tipsy if he left a half-filled bottle of grapefruit juice confined under his bed. Especially if it got exposed to sunlight. He was grateful to see the small snacks of crackers and marshmallows, he was kind of hungry.
With a plate of crackers, he returned to the love seat where he found the television. The television appeared from the floor where it stopped in the center of the wall. He turned it on to find suitable programming. Meanwhile, he pressed another button to get the love seat to vibrate.
Caught up in the rapture of finger foods, television, and vibrating love seats, he was feeling mellow.
A poor quirkless hero like me can get used to this, he thought to himself as he was flickering the remote.
A moment later, he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned off the television. From the reflection of the screen, he saw an image of a girl, better yet a woman. The sound of hard footsteps made its way toward his direction. His eyes were still staring at the reflection. Her yellow eyes were clear and deep; it had reminded him of the ocean. Her hair was the purest of blonde. Her face looked like God himself assigned an artist to sculpt such beauty. The reflection was getting closer and closer until he felt her warmth around him.
The finished product was of Himiko Toga.
She wrapped her arms around him. Izuku took a breath as he was caught in her scent. She smelled of lavender, not in a sense of perfume, but out of oil. He shivered as she pressed her nose behind his ear. He wanted to move, but inhibit him from doing so. She used one of his hands to wrap around his chest. He coughed upon her touch.
"Where have you been hiding all of my life," questioned the woman. "Were you followed," asked the woman again. She kissed the back of his neck.
"I wasn't," concluded Izuku.
"Good," she purred. She let go of him and went to the couch where she sat beside him.
"Were you followed," questioned Izuku.
She shook her head before grabbing one of Izuku's crackers. "I Wasn't," she said. "If they did, then there was going to be hell to pay." She took a bite, never leaving his sight.
Izuku began blushing. She finished the cracker before resting her feet on the couch. She placed her legs on top of Izuku. His face reddened, which excited her.
"Did you order anything while you waited for me, dear," she said. "I wouldn't be mad if you didn't."
He shook his head. "I don't know anything about this place, Toga." He said with a tone of honesty. "I decided to wait on you until you'd arrived."
"Poor child," she said while stroking his cheek. "Sorry for not telling you about this place. It is one of my getaway spots from the others."
He smiled. "That is fine, Toga. I think I should make an effort to try."
She smiled. "Aren't you sweet, child." She lied back on the love seat. "You know you can call me Himiko."
Hearing that was making him blush. "I am not sure about that yet, Toga-san."
She chuckled when hearing that. "In time, in time."
Himiko took the remote from his hands. She was twirling his hair as she requested for the waiter to come with their orders.
Once again, a poor quirkless hero like me can get used to this, Izuku thought to himself.