"I can't wait to come see you play, Izu-Kun~"
Honey eyes fluttered as lithe fingers squeezed a blood-red phone in anticipation.
Turning in her bed, the girl settled her cat-like eyes on the wall to her right, a smile splitting her face as she gazed upon its contents.
Before her eyes sat a variety of posters tacked to her wall, each held by a variety of methods ranging from tape to thumbtacks and even small knives.
Although, calling them posters would be untruthful.
The aforementioned "posters" were, in actuality, a variety of pictures taken of the teen while he went about his day-to-day life, the expression on his face displaying his ignorance of the photos as well as of the girl who'd snapped them.
Raising her left arm, the blonde teen allowed her digits to run down the one closest to her head.
The one she viewed as her favorite.
In it, the singer had his fists raised, the appendages covered in blood, his green eyes roaring with defiance.
Alongside that expression, his face sported a variety of bruises and cuts, each allowing the crimson liquid she so craved to flow down his face, acting as the highlights that completed this…this
"Masterpiece."
Her mind wandered, recalling the incident that resulted in her favorite poster which intensified the perpetual blush that stained her face.
She'd been following her Izu-Kun, per usual, after he'd wrapped up a small show at a nearby dive bar.
The rest of his group had already left while her love diligently packed away their instruments, something he'd happily volunteered to do.
"He's so sweet~"
While doing so, a group of miscreants threatened to jump her precious singer in an attempt to steal his equipment.
Not one to allow harm to come to her crush, lest it be harm she herself inflicted, Himiko brandished her knife, ready to cut the group down.
However, before she could even get the chance to slaughter those who'd dare touch a verdant lock resting upon the head of her lover, the singer swung, cracking one of the thugs in the jaw.
What ensued after that was fuel for the blonde's wet dreams as they swarmed the teen, busting his lip and opening his forehead, allowing the essence of his being to cascade down his face.
That alone was enough to intensify the blush already present on her face.
But when he managed to beat the would-be thieves within an inch of their lives for quote-unquote "Trying to steal gear worth more than their lives."
It nearly caused the blonde to pounce on her crush then and there.
Sitting upward, Himiko placed a delicate kiss on the lips of her lover before sliding off the bed, ready to begin her day.
Casting a glance backward, the blonde felt her face flush further as she raised her left hand, waving goodbye to her crush.
"See you later Izu-Kun! I can't wait for your tour to start!"
"Excuse me."
Turning on her heel, the barista locked eyes with a teenage boy no older than 16, his electric green eyes rumbling with patience as he awaited a response.
"Just like you practiced, Fuyumi!"
Bringing a smile to her face, the young woman motioned to the menu behind her, stepping aside slightly to do so.
"Hello and welcome to Sweet Roasts! How can I help you today?"
Her words brought a smile to the teen's face as his bright green eyes drifted to the menu behind her.
Taking a few minutes to browse, the teen returned his eyes back to the woman awaiting his order and spoke.
"Can I get an order of milk tea with cardamon, please?"
Fuyumi nodded before writing down the order on a ticket.
"Anything else?"
The teen before her hummed, scanning the menu once more before nodding his head.
"A Bavarian Cream."
Scribbling the additional item onto the ticket, Fuyumi told the teen his total which he paid, before walking off to a booth in the far back.
As his back turned to her, the young woman, for the first time since he'd been there, noticed the guitar strapped to his back.
"Something to wonder about later. For now, it's back to work."
Returning her focus forward, Fuyumi awaited the next customer who, to her pleasure, arrived only a minute after her prior one.
Settling her turquoise eyes on the newcomer, the barista's eyes slightly widened upon seeing her latest customer, the girl seeing somewhat off.
"H-Hello and welcome to Sweet Roasts! How can I help you today?"
The girl, another teen like the previous customer, giggled in response, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she did so.
"Hello! Can I get what the last customer got, please?"
The blush and giggle did little to ease Fuyumi's worry as she gave the teen a shaky nod.
"S-So a milk tea with cardamon alongside a Bavarian Cream?"
The flushed teen nodded her head, her weight shifting from one leg to the other as though she couldn't wait for the interaction to end.
Fuyumi felt the same way.
Scribbling the information onto the ticket, the barista quickly spoke the total, collected the money, and handed the customer her receipt alongside her change.
As the blonde walked away, the young woman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, glad the girl was no longer her problem.
"I feel bad for whoever she talks to next."
Turning her head to follow the girl's path, Fuyumis eyes slightly widened upon seeing the blonde's next target.
The greenette.
"Good luck with her."
"Is it ok if I sit with you?"
Her lover's eyes shot up from his drink, settling on her own as confusion began to brim behind his emeralds.
Before long, the teen pointed toward himself, his head slightly tilted as he did so.
"Me?"
Himiko couldn't help but giggle at his antics, sharp, pearly canines peeking out as she did so.
"Yes silly."
The comment caused the teen to flush before nodding, granting the blonde permission to join him.
Rather than sitting in the booth across from him, Himiko eagerly sat in the same booth as her lover, earning her a light yelp in surprise.
He was too cute.
Setting her drink and dessert on the table, the blonde took a small sip of the milk tea, her blush intensifying as she did so.
"This is good."
Those three words seemed enough to break the embarrassment restricting her lover, allowing him to finally interact with Himiko.
"I know right? I think it's the best milk tea in Japan."
Her lover briefly stopped as a chuckle flooded his body and dear god,
She fucking loved his laugh.
The sound was enough to flood her with an indescribable sense of comfort, as though she was before a hearth on Christmas, swaddled in a weighted blanket.
Scratch that actually.
His laugh was better than that.
Shaking the thought from her mind, Himiko returned her focus to her lover, just in time to hear his sentence resume.
"It's actually kinda funny. My friends hate it, they say the cardamom ruins it."
Fuck them.
"They don't know what they're talking about. The cardamom adds a nice acidity to the drink that I happen to like."
As though to punctuate her sentence, Himiko huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she did so.
The response was enough to earn another, heavenly, laugh from her lover, his eyes closing as he did so which allowed the blonde a clear view of his otherworldly eyelashes.
"You sound like you're ready to kill them!"
Yes.
The greenette wiped a tear from his eye before continuing.
"But I totally agree with you. There's nothing quite like it, especially after a long day of practice."
This was it, her in.
Feigning ignorance, Himiko tilted her head to the side, her dirty blonde locks falling slightly as she did so.
"Practice? Do you play a sport or something?"
Her lover shook his head in response before turning to his right and retrieving a guitar, the instrument sheathed in a gig bag.
Raising the instrument to allow the blonde better sight of it, Izuku smiled and motioned his free right hand over it, as though to embellish it.
"Nope! I play guitar."
Upon revealing what Himiko already knew, the teen's smile grew even brighter, clearly proud of his instrument of choice.
Forcing surprise into her honey eyes, Himiko reached her hand out slightly, silently asking for permission to touch the sheathed instrument.
The greenette granted it to her and the blonde immediately ran her hand along the thick polyester, her fingertips able to feel the outline of the strings, pickup selector, and various knobs controlling the tone and volume.
Retracting her digits, the blonde returned her eyes to her lover, feigned surprise still ever present within them.
"So do your friends also play guitar?"
Izuku squinted his eyes while raising his right hand, using the appendage to make a so-so motion.
"A couple of them do but the rest play different instruments. We're a band, did I mention we're a band?"
Himiko shook her head in response, desperately suppressing the giggle threatening to escape her throat.
Of course, she knew they were a band.
She knew everything about him.
Only fitting to know everything about the man you love and hope to become is it not?
Forcing the line of thought from her mind, the blonde returned her full attention to the teen before her.
"I didn't? I could've sworn I did. Anyways, yeah we mainly record music but we also do shows. Speaking of, we're on tour right now! You should come! But only if you want, I don't wanna force you or anything! We have a show in Musutafu, it's one of our first destinations actually, so if you like alternative rock you should come. Then again we kinda do RnB and bedroom pop too so if you like those too you should definitely-"
In the midst of his sentence, the teen stopped, bright red flooding his entire body as his emerald eyes turned away from her.
It was adorable.
"S-Sorry. I got a little carried away there."
Upon hearing the embarrassment in her lover's voice, Himiko felt her own perpetual blush deepen as she wrestled with her own instincts.
She couldn't kill him.
Not yet.
But she'd be lying if she said it wouldn't feel downright euphoric to carve the blush right out of her lover, watching as his delicious, prepossessing, blood poured from his person.
Images of his face, twisted into shock, disbelief, and agony, permeated her mind as her hand began to reach for the steel hidden beneath her skirt.
It'd take nothing, absolutely no effort to slice open the boy's throat and sink her teeth into the wound, drinking the mouth-watering crimson liquid straight from the source.
Once she did, she'd finally be able to become him, creating a bond between themselves so infrangible that even All Might himself wouldn't come close to breaking it.
All that and more could be hers with one click of her wrist.
One swipe of her blade.
One swipe and she'd be able to taste that sweet, sweet crim-
"I'd really like it if you'd come."
What?
His sentence broke her from her thoughts, the sheer unprecedentedness of his words causing her honey eyes to widen in shock.
Noticing her shock, Izuku quickly added onto his sentence, desperate to clarify what he'd meant.
"To the show I mean. If you showed up to see me play…it'd make me happy."
Himiko could only offer a slow nod in response.
She knew exactly what he meant.
It wasn't necessarily what he said that threw her off guard.
But rather how he said it.
Behind those words was nothing save for a prodigious sense of sincerity that seemed to drag the hunger chivvying her mind out back before executing it point-blank range.
The sensation was downright rapturous.
The blonde remained silent, too stunned to utter anything resembling words to her green-haired lover sitting beside her.
The aforementioned silence began to instill a growing sense of fear into the teen, causing his already fervent blush to worsen.
"Was the invitation too personal? Can you not afford the ticket? Wait I just assumed you were doing badly financially, sorry. Did my explanation not make any sense? I can sing one of the songs we're playing on tour for you if you'd like. That way you can know for sure if you like our music or not. Is that ok?"
The blonde managed to make out bits and pieces of the rambling, too stunned to properly comprehend what he was saying.
Rather than attempting to formulate a proper response to her lover, the girl offered a slow nod, internally mulling over the state she currently found herself in.
From his seat beside her, Izuku beamed before inhaling, eager to show the blonde what he was best at.
"Time is moving, with situations I'm not choosing."
His voice snapped the blonde from her stupor, forcing her focus entirely onto him as he sang a song from his set list if she wasn't mistaken.
"And we both wanna say I'm sorry, for something that we cannot stop."
His voice was somehow light yet still had weight, the juxtaposition drawing Himiko deeper and deeper.
"You've been alright, you're losing time for me and our fights. So I'm done ridin' for you, baby. Now this gon' be the last I got."
By now, the brunt of the cafe, including the barista, had turned their attention to the duo, listening intently as the greenette continued to sing.
By the time he'd finished his song, the cafe exploded into applause, each sending words of commendation to the greenette beside her.
Himiko, however, was less mirthful than the surrounding crowd as her mind continued to split itself apart, fighting to make sense of what had happened.
"Seven words. Seven fucking words just completely and utterly destroyed any thought I had of carving him up…am I getting soft?"
Chewing the inside of her cheek, the blonde quickly stood, desperate to escape the cafe.
Escape Izuku.
Escape the sense of incomparable, near-stupifying joy he threatened to infect her with.
Turning on her heel, the teen began to walk off,
Only to be stopped by a strong hand ensnaring her wrist.
Whipping her head around, irate golden eyes met concerned emerald as the latter's owner began to speak.
"Are you alright? Did I make you uncomfortable? Did you not like the song?"
The sheer concern permeating his voice nearly caused the blonde to melt as the deep frown on her face twisted upward.
"No, you didn't do anything. The song was beautiful actually."
Her revelation seemed to ease the greenettes worries as the grip he had on Himikos wrist relaxed.
"So you'll go?"
The blonde allowed her usual grin to fall onto her face, her perpetual blush doing the same, before nodding.
"Of course I will."
"Are you alright, blondie?"
The aforementioned blonde nodded her head, dismissing the black-haired pyromaniac currently checking up on her.
Said, pyromaniac offered a grunt in acknowledgment before closing her door, allowing her privacy.
With said newfound privacy, Himiko allowed herself to relax on her mattress, undoing her dirty blonde buns.
Her brief moment of relief replayed in her mind, causing a wistful smile to make itself known to her features as her hand snaked down into her cardigan pocket.
Feeling around for a bit, her fingers brushed against a piece of paper before wrapping around it, removing it from her cardigan.
Holding the object to her face, Himiko's wistful smile broke out into a full-on grin as she stared at the ticket between her fingers.
She couldn't wait to see him play.
Bringing the ticket down, the blonde held it to her chest, her eyes growing heavy as she did so.
"I'll see you soon, my Sweet Boy."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she fell into a deep sleep,
Her dreams filled with thoughts of green.
Calm luh authors note (again).
Before anyone says anything, Izuku, despite giving up on his dream, is more confident than his cannon counterpart.
This is because the passion he felt for Hero's has been fully shifted to music and since he can actually pursue that dream realistically, its given him a fair bit of confidence.
Furthermore, the reason he was ready and willing to fight those thieves was because musical equipment is ridiculously expensive.
Since he cares about the equipment as it pertains to his dream, my goat was ready to scrap and did so.
And for those wondering HOW he fought them off despite not training as he did in canon, I need y'all to understand something.
Musical equipment can get DUMB heavy, especially amps.
So if you're carrying that shit around all day every day you're bound to put on some muscle, I should know it happened to me.
Anyways that's all for today, see yah mfs next time.
Word is bond.
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