When Shigaraki comes up behind Izuku, she's scared. Of course she's scared, any sane person would be. The problem is that she's not as scared as sheshould be.

Izuku feels four fingers wrap around her neck and she knows. She knows that that last middle finger coming down could kill her at any moment. She knows and that's terrifying. But Izuku has to admit that she's not as scared as she should be. Or neurons in her brain are misfiring or something because she's not scared right.

Because that hand around her neck makes Izuku feel hot. She can feel herself reacting and has to make an effort not to close her legs to hide it because that would arouse suspicion. Izuku is already aroused enough in the other way.

She listens to the older girl—and isn't that just what Shigaraki is, an older girl who doesn't quite seem grown yet, —monologue, but she can't focus because that hand—that oddly soft hand that has no right to feel that good—is getting tighter.

Izuku can't breathe that well, but she doesn't mind in the way that she did when she was being drowned in the toilets or put in a chokehold back in middle school. It feels wrong, but it feels right too. It's sending shivers down her spine and she hopes to god that Shigaraki thinks she's shivering in terror. Which Izuku is, but it's not the morally correct kind of terror.

And oh, Shigaraki is talking to her, she needs to focus, but she can't. She can feel Shigaraki's fingers—that shouldn't be as soft as they are, should at least have some calluses—make indents into her neck. The pressure feels so good.

Izuku can feel Shigaraki's breathing on her neck as the villain whispers threats into her ear. Her breath feels so hot, but Izuku needs to focus. She grounds herself by counting the villain's breaths: a steady pattern of one and two filled with heat to match the venom in Shigaraki's voice.

When Izuku finally can process the hand and hot breath on her neck and the words being spoken, she hears, "The moment all five of my fingers touch your neck, you'll start crumbling, from the skin of your throat down. And, within the minute, you'll be nothing but dust." It brings the very real threat of death back to Izuku's mind, and she can focus on Shigaraki's rant because she's used to danger and threats and her survival instincts ground her even further from the heated headspace that had been occupying her mind.

"I-if you do, then a hero..a hero f-from the crowd will come capture you!" In hindsight, maybe not the best way to deescalate her own hostage situation, but at least Izuku can say that she tried when asked! At least she said something, riddled with stuttering as it was. She cringes, she thought she had dropped her stutter before entering UA.

"Of course, but have a look! Even though any one of them could brandish their quirks like a weapon at any moment, why do they gather? Why do they laugh? The laws, the rules, they're all based upon people's individual morals. So at heart they think 'Oh, there's no way anybody would do such a thing.'" Shigaraki rants..about basic human decency? Izuku can't take the time to puzzle over why Shigaraki doesn't take human decency as a standard in her life (trauma, her mind supplies anyway), she has to deescalate.

"Y'know, I could kill 20...no, maybe 30 people before getting captured." Shigaraki's grinning, Izuku knows it. But, shit. Izuku cannot let that happen.

"What...do you want to talk about?"

"Hahahaha, that's the spirit. You're being a good sport. Let's take a seat and then we can talk comfortably, relaxed." Shigaraki gloats and Izuku can tell that the enthusiasm is fake fake fake.

It doesn't make her teasing, taunting tone any less stimulating.

As they walk, Izuku tries to lead them somewhere less crowded, when Shigaraki's hand twists around her neck as she leads Izuku to a bench. But there are still so many people around and Izuku thinks about how much safer the public would be if they had this conversation in private.

She doesn't think about her ulterior motives for getting Shigaraki in a private space, nor how much easier it would be to hide the dull throbbing of heat if there were only one person to hide it from.

"W-wouldn't it be more comfortable somewhere private?" Izuku dares to ask.

Shigaraki stops and Izuku has to stop abruptly with the villain to make sure her neck isn't disintegrated. The pause is terrifying. What if she starts killing civilians? Izuku knows that she'd be captured and wouldn't want to risk it, but what if Shigaraki has Kurogiri at the ready and can afford to kill a few civilians before making a safe exit?

The more distracted part of her asks if Shigaraki is stopping because she has noticed.

"What a good idea!" Shigaraki replies with a haughty smile that Izuku can hear in her voice.

Shigaraki leads them off to the side of the plaza and into one of the alleyways between shops. The alley is tall and thin—only about four feet wide with fire escapes everywhere that make it even smaller—but long: stretching so far that Izuku questions if there's an end to it. It's riddled with trash and Izuku can hear Shigaraki's steps matching hers, stepping in the same places, only a pace behind.

It's thrilling to have her so close.

They keep walking for about a minute until the bustling of the plaza is only a whisper. Every step of silence makes it harder for Izuku to not think about the hand around her neck and how Shigaraki's tapping her middle finger as if just having her hand around Izuku's neck isn't enough to ensure her obedience. Izuku is torn between wanting to do as Shigaraki says and trying to stop the villain now that the public is safe. The thoughts are quickly halted at the realization that she isn't sure she could contain Shigaraki let alone beat her.

Shigaraki sits down on a bench that has no reason to be in an alley this tight, but is there anyway. Izuku thinks that Shigaraki must be having one of those days where everything falls into place like some higher power deemed her worthy of the best luck for the occasion.

She pulls on Izuku's neck and Izuku barely misses falling into the older girl's lap. But only barely. Izuku's thigh is halfway on Shigaraki's, and she's leaning into the crook of the villain's arm like the position a couple would end up in when one wraps their arm around the other's shoulder.

Izuku's glad that she hadn't landed any further over otherwise the villain's thigh would have been directly on her—

Izuku stops her train of thought before it goes any further.

Shigaraki pauses, Izuku notes. She feels that the older girl's thighs are firm beneath her where Izuku lands, firmer then they would be from just muscle. The villain is tense, she realizes. .

The contact feels good pushing on her cheek. Neither of them move and Izuku remembers that she has no idea what's going through Shigaraki's mind, and that's dangerous. Very dangerous. Izuku needs to do something before she gets killed for sitting on a villain.

But the position feels so good why would she even want to get up?

Izuku only lets herself stay on Shigaraki for a second, short enough, she deems, that her frozen stature could easily be mistaken for fear or shock at the older girl's abrupt yank on her and the following direct contact with a villain. But for that second—that measly second that gave Izuku nowhere near enough satisfaction yet simultaneously gave her more than she'd ever got from another person in her life—Izuku tries to memorize every sensation. She maps where Shigaraki's thigh presses into her cheek, the way she feels warmth seeping into her with Shigaraki's arm around her, the way that the weight of Shigaraki's elbow on her shoulder feels just right.

She desperately wants to lean into the contact and cozy up to the older girl. She wants to press their sides even closer together, grow even warmer with the villain, but she pulls herself off Shigaraki's lap. She hopes that the moment she slipped up and took advantage of the contact hadn't alerted Shigaraki.

Although she moves off Shigaraki's lap, Izuku doesn't pull away from the arm around her. Izuku doesn't want to anger the villain by seeming like she was trying to escape.

Izuku doesn't want to leave the feeling of warmth that radiates through Shigaraki's side.

She hopes that Shigaraki's pause was her making note of their position rather than her suppressing the urge to decay Izuku where she sat on her lap. She still has a healthy amount of survival instincts despite what most of her actions indicate.

Izuku doesn't foster any hope that Shigaraki paused for the same reason that Izuku did, but the mere concept sparks heat in her abdomen.

Shigaraki's finger is no longer tapping at Izuku's neck, and the villain stopped talking altogether. Izuku listens for a moment, and feels relieved when she hears slow breaths to her left. Their thighs are only touching now, but Izuku doesn't dare move an inch for fear of the villain

It's too quiet. Izuku is waiting, but the silence is suffocating, more so than the hand tensed tight around her neck.

It seems that Shigaraki has regained her train of thought because she finally starts talking again, "To tell the truth, I hate mostly everything, but the number one thing that's pissing me off right now is the hero killer."

That's a sentiment that Izuku can get behind, but it doesn't fit with her current information. "But isn't he with you guys...?" She mutters aloud.

"I never agreed to him joining, but he's one of us according to society. And that's the problem. Near everybody seems to be gaga over the hero killer. The Yuuei invasion and the Nomus released in Hosu...All of it's been swallowed up by that bastard's fame. Why is nobody looking at me?"

I'm looking at you, Izuku's traitorous mind whispers. She scolds herself for the cheesy line.

The scolding doesn't stop her from wondering if the villain would think her attention enough.

"No matter how much he puffed himself up in the end, he was just destroying what he didn't like, same as me. Between the two of us, what do you think is the difference? Midoriya."

Izuku sees a lot of differences between them. Shigaraki's a hot girl, Stain is not. Shigaraki said her name in a way that sent shivers down her spine and made her panties grow wetter than they already were, Stain did not. Shigaraki has a nose. Shigaraki had decay, Stain had bloodcurdle.

Yet, when it comes down to Shigaraki's real question of why Stain is more talked over, it's simple. The problem lies in their respective motives. Shigaraki's are too simple, too selfish: just destroy what you don't like. Stain has sophisticated motives and, more importantly, ideals. He claimed his kills in the name of society as a whole. And he made it known. He wasn't a private person who attacked randomly, he had a schedule. It's like the difference between an adult and a child. But Izuku can't say that, so she analyzes why Stain is more popular.

"I...I neither understand you nor accept you." Izuku pauses, waiting to be disintegrated. When she's not, she takes that as a queue to continue, "Whereas for the hero killer, I don't accept him either, but...I do understand him. For both me and the hero killer, we started out by watching All Might. And back then, I was saved by him, the hero killer. At the very least, he didn't destroy because he wanted to. And he didn't give up so fickly. His methods were wrong, but he tried to live according to an ideal." Stain's not right about killing, but he has a point: society is corrupt, power is corrupt, and—though Izuku is loath to admit—the concept of heroes as a whole is corrupt. She won't voice these thoughts out loud, even if she is muttering.

Izuku feels lucky that Shigaraki doesn't know that she lies awake at night thinking about the problems of the heroic system, because it seems like Izuku is thinking about it out loud for the first time. She just hopes Shigaraki doesn't connect the timing of her fingers squeezing to the timing of her lapses in speaking. She can pause before she speaks to try to articulate properly (to stop the feeling between her legs) and not start a detailed essay because she hasn't thought about it much (she's so distracted because the feelings running through her are so hot).

It's quiet again. Izuku blinks slowly, realizing that she just called out Shigaraki, who was poised to kill her at any time, who had four fingers tight around her neck.

Uh oh.

She turns her head to look at Shigaraki, and realizes that the villain's face is mere inches away from her own. Shigaraki has her head down and Izuku knows that she fucked up. It's like the very air has increased pressure around them, an aura of danger settling in. Izuku always ends up being too bold when she rambles. She needs to fix this, fast, before anyone dies.

"A-at least that's what I think, I'm only in my first year, so my thoughts might not be the best, but-"

Izuku is interrupted by Shigaraki squeezing her windpipe. She can still breathe but it's harder to.

Tighter, whispers her traitorous brain.

"Ahh...my head feels clearer now like a bunch of dots finally formed a line. I feel like I get it now...Why the Hero Killer pisses me off and why you're so annoying!" Shigaraki's voice gets sort of breathy—filled with venom, but something else too (Izuku must be letting the arousal get to her)—pausing to emphasize 'you're' and it sends shivers rolling down Izuku's spine.

"It's all about All Might." Shigaraki's voice seems to aggressively go an octave lower, spitting All Might's name with venom. Her hand squeezes for a moment, then relaxes. Why did All Might's name invoke such anger in Shigaraki?

"Of course, of course it'd all lead back to him in the end. Ahhh, what was I so bothered over...!? The reason all these people are spending their days laughing with shit-eating grins is because All Might is too!"

She's right, Izuku thinks, All Might is a symbol of peace and that has lulled the world into a false state of security because…

Ah shit. Now she really can't breathe.

And fuck does it feel good.

"It's because of him, they're always grinning like there was never anybody he couldn't save!"

Izuku tries to focus, but she can't.

She can't breathe.

She loves it.

Shigaraki's hand feels so good around her neck, the fingernails digging in just enough to bruise and make her ache for more.

Izuku is torn between stopping her breathing entirely or still trying for air. On one hand if she tries to breathe, her breath will start coming out in ragged gasps that Izuku isn't sure that she'll be able to keep from becoming ragged moans. On the other hand if she stops breathing, Shigaraki will notice and Izuku's going to get so wet.

She can feel it already. Izuku had been aroused enough already, but now her pussy is pulsing. She can feel herself leaking onto her panties, her arousal itching at her to rub it. She won't.

Izuku's figures that she's already wet enough that any more won't make a difference, her panties are ruined.

She stops her breathing altogether. Hopefully if she passes out, Shigaraki will just think it was because of a lack of air caused by the choking. Which would technically be true, but she would have been able to hold out longer if she actually tried to breathe.

Shigaraki is still talking, but Izuku doesn't dream of being able to focus. She has to think of things to dull her arousal.

Murder! Shigaraki is a murderer! Well, not confirmed because Izuku hasn't seen the older girl actually kill anyone, but still! On principle she will not moan about being choked by a murderer.

Izuku's still looking at Shigaraki, but her eyes are getting blurry with unshed tears. She can't confirm when Shigaraki actually looks up, but she can dully make out two red eyes staring into her own. There's something in those eyes, but Izuku hasn't the faintest idea what. She can barely see them beyond how wide they seemed to get when Shigaraki made eye contact.

The hand around her neck loosens again, but Izuku doesn't breathe because the hand is still there. She knows that if she breathes while Shigaraki's hand is still around her neck, it will come out a gasping moan. Izuku refuses to let that happen.

Shigaraki's watching her curiously now, silent. The villain experimentally tightens her grip around Izuku's neck, but Izuku doesn't make a sound. That only seems to engross Shigaraki more because she tightens her grip even further to the point that any more pressure would completely crush Izuku's windpipe.

All thoughts of All Might, Stain, and popularity are lost to the pair now.

"You'll die if you keep this up." There's a glint in Shigaraki's eye, one Izuku doesn't know what to make of. She can't answer the villain because if she does, she'll have to breathe. Shigaraki's hand is still around her neck, so she won't breathe.

Izuku's crying now, tears rolling down from her eyes. Her face is bright red, one part from the lack of oxygen and the other part from the searing heat pulsing through her body. There are black spots in her vision that can only mean that she is going to pass out soon.

Shigaraki isn't saying anything, isn't doing anything. She's just watching. She's waiting for Izuku to breathe, her grip going slack to the point that her hand is only resting around Izuku's throat.

Izuku's biological instincts finally win over and she gasps out a loud, choppy moan, desperate for morefor air.

She barely registers that it echoes through the empty alleyway, as much as she tries to suppress it.

She doubles over, kneeling on the pavement of the alleyway, chest going to her knees as she coughs and gasps out for air. Shigaraki's hand goes with her, not even protesting when she has to move closer, halfway off the bench. Shigaraki's thumb is stroking the side of her neck, in soothing patterns of circles and back-and-forths that feel strangely familiar, as she gasps. Izuku's eternally grateful that gasps and moans aren't too different in sound unless they're enunciated because there's a little bit (a lot) of arousal buried in each of her gasps for air.

Once Izuku can breathe well enough to stop gasping, Shigaraki pulls her back up. It's not soft enough to be considered a friendly gesture, but not as hard as Izuku would have thought the villain would want to pull her.

Shigaraki's other hand comes up to Izuku's face and turns her towards Shigaraki. It drops once Izuku is looking at her. Shigaraki's lips are swollen and there's blood welling up in what looks like teeth marks on them. The villain must have bitten through her lip. Why? In order to not laugh? Izuku discards the line of thought for later. Shigaraki was staring at her, head tilted enough to voice her unspoken question, what the fuck?

Izuku has no explanations. She doesn't have a reasonable answer to give for why she just tried to suffocate herself, so she just stays silent as she thinks. Her eyes dart to the side of the alley to do this. She could try to play it off as a trauma thing? But that doesn't explain the moan she let out. Maybe a fear response? She was so scared that she couldn't breathe? She could play the moan off as being in pain!

"Did you really like me choking you that much, hero?" Izuku's eyes snap back to Shigaraki's. "It couldn't have hurt that much, you even did most of the work yourself!" Shigaraki's expression had slowly been creeping towards a smirk as she regarded Izuku. Her other hand comes up, fingers just under Izuku's chin, and pulls Izuku's head up towards the villain. Shigaraki tilts Izuku's head to the side a bit, leaving her grip on the girl lax. She leans in towards Izuku's ear and whispers her next words like a dirty secret, "After all, you looked so desperate for more when I stopped."

Izuku's heart skips a beat (so does the throb down below). She doesn't know how to respond, her mouth slightly parted in disbelief. Why was Shigaraki—was she—Izuku lets out a little whine of confusion (and arousal), then quickly shuts her mouth.

Izuku can feel Shigaraki's smirk widen when the air breathing against her ear becomes just a little heavier, hotter. "Such a good little hero, you even led the big bad villain away from the crowds so that you could deal with her yourself, didn't you Midoriya?"

Her blush deepened at the use of her name and the implications of the…compliment? accusation? She couldn't even completely deny it without acknowledging the implication that she brought Shigaraki away for more personal reasons!

"Ah, but was that really what you were thinking about when you brought me here?" Shigaraki tilts her head, feigning confusion. She exaggeratedly widened her eyes, pretending she had just come to a realization. "Or did you just want to get me alone?"

"No!" Izuku vehemently denies. Her throat aches at the sudden usage, but all it does is keep adding to the growing pit of utter horniness below. Izuku has to keep talking because she can't let Shigaraki think that, so she does what she can do well: she lies. Lying is best done through mumbling, she knows. Seemingly showing all your cards. "I mean technically yes, but that's because you're a villain and if you're alone with me, then you're not near anyone else and that means you can't kill anyone else." Fall for it, fall for it, fall for it.

Shigaraki's hand drags down her neck, drooping lazily onto Izuku's collar bone. Her thumb rests on the side of Izuku's neck while her fingers—sans her pinky—splay across the base of Izuku's neck, her fingertips dipping just below Izuku's t-shirt and barely resting on the top of her chest.

It's almost as if Shigaraki's about to start feeling her up. But that can't be right.

Izuku tries to steady her heart, but she's certain the villain can feel it beating enough to make her chest subtly throb along. Instead of tapping her finger, this time Shigaraki drags it back and forth across Izuku's collarbone.

Izuku thinks, distantly, that this is the hottest thing that she has ever experienced. Not that she has much to compare it to, but still.

Shigaraki taps her index finger on her other hand against her cheek, letting out an exaggerated, "Hm.."

The noise reminds Izuku, she's trying to get a point across. Izuku can almost see it, Shigaraki is so close to believing her. All she needs is a little push over the glances at her hands, takes a subtle breath, and dives back into a muttering session. "Even if we fight, I'd probably be able to make sure that you can't reach the mall; either by making enough noise to cause concern or leading you further away. I don't think I can beat-"

"Don't even think about fighting me, little hero."

Izuku shuts her mouth.

"Really, you're the perfect little hero, aren't you? Ready to reduce yourself to a mere decoy to keep the villain away from the poor, innocent civilians."

"Not that the civilians even spared you a glance when I took you away from that mall. And you were sooo in distress too." Shigaraki matches the drawn out 'so' in her taunt with a long, satisfying, scrape of blunt fingernails across her collarbone.

"But then again. Were you? That whole time all you wanted to do was get me alone. And you knew that if you got me alone, I could do anything I wanted with you and you couldn't do a thing about it."

Fuck, that sounds so suggestive. And it wasn't even wrong—

"So, you either didn't care about what happened to you, thought this was the safest option for the citizens, or you wanted to be at my mercy."

"I-"

"Ah ah ah," Shigaraki scolds, "don't interrupt now, I'm not finished."

"I doubt that you didn't care what happened to you, you still want to be a hero, don't you? Don't want to disappoint your precious hero friends."

"Unless you're being fickle about it. You want to give up? You're not a coward, are you Midoriya?"

And that sounds like a challenge. Can Izuku really back down from it?

"No."

"Exactly. And you certainly didn't think this was the best option, you were just saying how a hero from the crowd would come to capture me. If you'd rather get me alone where you can't handle me, rather than stay in a crowd where people might be able to, then it wasn't about what was safest."

"It's about getting me alone because you wanted me to have you."

"N-no, I just wasn't think-"

"Tell me something, Midoriya," Shigaraki pauses, ensuring Izuku's attention, "have I lied to you once?"

"No..?"

"Then why," Shigaraki's hand trails back up her neck and squeezes, "do you keep on lying to me?"

"I'm not-"

"You are. And you're good at it too. It's annoying."

"But I'm really n-"

Shigaraki pulls the hero in training off-balance and shoves her into the opposite wall of the thin alley. Shigaraki stands as she pushes Izuku against the wall and slams her other hand against the wall to the left of the still-shaking girl. She leans down to get eye-level with the other girl.

"Stop. Fucking. Lying." Shigaraki slams Izuku back into the wall with each word.

Izuku can feel her back creaking and she can see the anger in Shigaraki's eyes but all she can think is more more more. She loves how rough Shigaraki is being with her. Everything about it just makes her feel so good, makes her knees go weak until all that's supporting her is the bruising hand around her neck.

"You're all fucking liars, aren't you?!" Shigaraki practically spits with venom, "You heroes go around preaching that you'll save everyone, but you can't even save yourself. You don't even try because none of you heroes give a single shit about the fucked-up society you're trying to save, do you?"

"No," Izuku moans out, trying to deny but it comes out shaky and high-pitched enough that it could only be a moan.

Shigaraki doesn't seem to notice, too busy fuming with anger to even look at Izuku. Her head is down and Izuku has no idea what her face looks like, but she assumes it's nothing pretty (what a lie).

The combination of Shigaraki's hand tight around her throat, her aggressive disregard for Izuku in favor of doing as she pleased with her, and that velvety, venom-filled rasp sending heat spinning through her was far too much. Izuku's tears flowed freely as she let herself gasp out a strangled moan.

The sound must have shocked Shigaraki out of her anger-filled ranting about…something because red eyes locked on her green ones and the hand around her throat gripped a little harder, four fingers digging into her skin as the villain pushed her against the wall.

Shigaraki let out a short, disbelieving laugh before grinning, "God, you're such a horny little hero brat. You're getting off on this aren't you? You just love being treated rough."

Izuku desperately wished she could say no. Even if she could get a word in—which she physically cannot, not with the grip Shigaraki had on her neck—she knew it'd be obvious how she loved it, how she couldn't get enough of it, how she needed more.

"Or…is it being treated rough by a villain? By someone who could kill you in an instant, a brush of a finger to turn you to dust?" Shigaraki's gaze is searching, probing for anything about just what makes Izuku tick.

Izuku doesn't know how she reacts, but it must betray how much she wants because Shigaraki keeps talking.

"Is that why you want to be a hero?" Shigaraki forces out a laugh, pulling back slightly, grip only loosening enough for Izuku to let out a small whine. "You're selfish, just like the rest of them."

There's something in Shigaraki's voice that shocks Izuku out of her trance-like horny state because it sounds like scorn. It sounds like disappointment.

She's shaking, Izuku realizes. Shigaraki's hand is trembling. Why? It's almost as if she had believed, if only for a second, that Izuku wasn't scorn-worthy, wasn't corrupt. For a second, maybe Shigaraki had wanted Izuku to be different.

It sounded like Shigaraki had wanted to be saved by Izuku.

It's not like Izuku to skip out on an opportunity to save anyone. The way she tries to save this time will just be…a bit different. More roundabout.

"N-no," Izuku's voice is rough, and she chokes a little. It sends heat shivering through her, the latent physical evidence of the effect Shigaraki had, but she focuses. Shigaraki's glare had faltered, "It's not about that—it's…" Izuku pauses, trying to gather up the courage to continue.

She didn't think she could turn any redder than she had been from lack of air, but here she is, cheeks flushed as a tomato.

"It's what? 'Cause it sure seems like—"

"It's you!" Izuku shouts. She covers her mouth in mortification. She didn't mean to sound like some school-girl proclaiming her love, but she has to get through to the villain, however she can.

Shigaraki lets go of her neck completely, trying to back up a few steps. She must have forgotten the size of the alleyway because the bench lodges right behind her knees, effectively tripping her into seating herself.

Izuku sees something (Is it uncertainty? Fear? Desire?) in her eyes and needs to continue, "I didn't enjoy breaking all my bones fighting Muscular, Todoroki, anyone; getting slashed by Stain hurt, but…" Izuku looks away for a moment, shaking her head back and forth before steeling herself. She moves forward, bending her knees a bit to rest on the bench on each side of Shigaraki's legs: leaning over to put herself at eye-level with the seated villain, "but your hands looked so good, felt so good. Even back at the USJ, something just drew me to you. And now, I just-"

She's interrupted by a laugh: a snort which turns into a breathy, hysterical giggle. Shigaraki's hands are on her own neck now, scratching until the marks on her neck match the ones on Izuku's.

The hero-in-training is about to question Shigaraki when the villain grabs the front of Izuku's shirt and yanks her closer. Izuku's knees scrape where they're pulled across the bench—Izuku is so glad that the bench is metal rather than wood. She falls right into Shigaraki's lap. She passively notes that Shigaraki tends to pull her around as she wishes (not that she minds at all).

Her legs are spread and Izuku is straddling Shigaraki. She's inches away from the villain's face, but Shigaraki's not making eye contact. Her light-blue hair is shielding her eyes and her face is angled slightly away.

Izuku thinks that if Shigaraki turned, their noses would touch, .

"Shut up." Shigaraki's voice comes out raspy, but oddly uncertain. Like a part of her wants Izuku to keep going. But that might just be in her head.

Her breathing is audible (not that Izuku thinks her own isn't too) and shaky. Very shaky. Izuku counts off the breaths out of a morbid sense of curiosity.

She's muttering again or Shigaraki's repeating herself because she hears another, "Shut up." It's harsher this time, accented with the seemingly magical parting of Shigaraki's hair to reveal angry red eyes that match her certain, commanding tone.

"But–"

Izuku was right, their noses do brush, hard, as Shigaraki surges forward while pulling on Izuku's collar again.

Their lips crash together—and Izuku never thought it would feel like an actual crash: an impact, a snapping of wires in her brain, a heat sending her careening further further further into the contact.

Shigaraki pulls away, panting. She looks on the edge of finding the words she pulled away for when Izuku lets out a whine so needy that she almost starts panicking about the situation.

Her thoughts are quickly stopped by Shigaraki's lips back on her own and she knows, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Shigaraki's only trying to distract her.

But she still hopes, she desperately hopes, that at least a part of Shigaraki is enjoying this too.