Sleeping Beauty

"Hey Kacchan?" I looked up to see Deku walking into my office, I was almost done filling out all the paperwork from the day and I was really looking forward to going home for the night and Deku coming in now doesn't usually bode well. You would think that at 20 years old he would want to have some kind of home life and not just work but no, at least not yet.

"What do you want?" I groaned, tired from the day. It really wasn't that bad of a day, all things considered it was actually really laid back but that didn't stop the fact that I've been working for the past 15 hours, I'm ready to go home.

"Uh, well, Mom sent some extra spicy katsudon over and I thought you might like to join me? Maybe," he averted his eyes, something he never really got out of the habit of doing. He will hold his own when it comes to the whole symbol of peace thing but otherwise, at least with me, he is still so skittish. He started talking about his week and I'm reminded of the fact that he was hit with a quirk earlier in the week, he really does get hit with a lot of things.

I studied him for a while, his suit was tight on his body, his strong body straining the material, left little to my imagination but I saw that he had a fitting with Support next week just before mine so I'm sure he wasn't comfortable, at least my clothes were baggy though, well my pants anyway. His dark curls were short but just as wild as ever in the cutest way possible, his freckles were like little kisses from the sun just because that is just how much the world as a whole loved him.

And that's how it should be.

Everyone should love the embodiment of sunshine, the way he still bounces as he walks and how his smile was like life itself.

"So you're inviting me to dinner?" I asked, enjoying how he was squirming as I pretended not to notice. I like him. A lot. And I would have to be a fool not to notice that he at least felt something similar to what I did. I let my eyes trail down his thick strong body, satisfied with the fact that his fitting wasn't until next week still. The things I could imagine him doing with those strong muscles of his is just sinful.

And I love it.

I stood up when he flinched at the question, his face blushing a little as my words hit home. I walked towards him, his answer the obvious yes but his nervousness was just adorable.

"What if I want more than just dinner?" I asked, raising an eyebrow while obviously checking him out this time. I don't want him to say something cute but dumb like dessert or whatever. I want him to know exactly what I mean. He didn't say anything but the large breath he took in let me know that I had surprised him. I raised a hand, slowly so he could dodge or stop me with plenty of time and ease if he wanted to, and put it on his chest by his shoulder. It was a simple touch. Nothing erotic or even inappropriate but I kept eye contact, waiting to hear his answer while I leaned close to him, my thumb drawing circles while I felt his muscles contact. I suppressed a shudder.

I was careful. Deku is still so jumpy when he is around me and I don't blame him. The fact that I apologized and he accepted it was like putting a small hole in the bottom of a swimming pool, the water that were my sins was leaking out slowly and surely, nothing stopping it but it still took time. A lot of time for the pool to empty. It's been years now and we are close, his timid nature only surfacing when I was around and I found that out by accident when I was around the corner and I heard Deku issuing orders and reprimanding side kicks like a drill sergeant, without a hint of remorse.

It was hot.

"What else would you want?" He asked, his voice and eyes both lighting up with what I can only hope was hope or desire. Why do we have to dance around our feelings for each other? Just why?

I leaned passed him and shut my office door, happy with the fact that I usually keep my blinds and curtains closed because our coworkers are nosey fuckers. The door clicked shut and I adjusted so that I'm leaning against him, again slowly so that he wouldn't get startled or uncomfortable but he let me.

I could feel his deep breaths with my hands over his shoulders and my chest against his. I'm nervous. I've never been nearly this straight forward with what I wanted at least not about this. We have flirted in the past and I'm pretty sure he was aware that what we were doing was not just goofing off but my pride wouldn't let me just admit I want him.

At least not until today.

So this is new for us, I am being so direct it almost hurts but I'm not willing to step down either.

I felt him touch my waist and gently slide his hand up and around my back before going down again. He only paused for a moment before going past my pants and grabbing my ass. He leaned in close, his mouth next to my ear was making my heart jump loopty loops in my chest, who the hell ever thought I was straight? My heart can't even speed up straight. I let out a small moan at the ass grab though. I really wasn't expecting that.

"Careful, we can't walk out of here with boners," I warned him only for him to hum in my ear, fuck, it almost sounded like he was purring.

"So I'm right?" He asked leaning even closer, his breath tickling my ear and setting all the little hairs on my neck on end.

"Well you are a nerd, Nerd. Just the way I like it too," I teased and he used both hands to lift me up by my ass and gently set me down in front of the door before he pushed it to make sure it was actually closed. It didn't give so he flipped the lock on the handle, I didn't stop him, far too turned on by the fact that he was so close and so hands on already.

"Then I better make sure you can walk out of here," he whispered in my ear and just fuck it all. Fuck! Fuck me!

His hands returned, gently sliding over my skin so that I let out little moans and at some point I got a little too excited and scratched at his shoulders making him growl deeply and oh so sexily.

"I probably shouldn't use lube, I don't think we can go quite that far in the office but maybe a little snack for now," he hummed his thoughts before my belt came undone and dropped to the floor taking my pants with them. "That is, if it's okay with you?" He asked suddenly as if snapping out of whatever daydream he was having. That is a question to ask BEFORE you start stripping me! But I didn't say that. Instead I smirked up at him and took the kiss he was practically baiting me with. He was so close to my face that each word was torture so now that he has started taking my clothes off I guess there isn't too much for me to worry about. Now is there?

I licked at his lips and he opened for me but it was a trap, he immediately pushed his tongue into my mouth easily staking his claim on anything within his reach and I let him. The way he fondled and danced with my tongue pulling me in more and more so that I could only pull away to gasp for air before letting him dive back in. His mouth not resting or taking a break even then just so that he could trail down my neck.

It wasn't until he bit into the side of my neck that he snapped to his senses, sadly.

He straightened up and took a deep breath before I heard him mutter, "fuck it," and he dived in for another kiss again. I reached for the zipper on the back of his suit only for him to stop me before taking my hand and putting it over his dick and with how hard he was at the moment he wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

"Let me go first," he asked, tilting his head but I'm a little confused by what he means by first? I mean sex should happen at about the same time right? But before I could ask he had already gotten down on his knees in front of me pulled me out of my shorts, in less than a breath his sweet, wet mouth was around me and sucking me in and I let out a rough moan at the unexpected surprise. Oh, that's what he meant by first. In that case I'll let him have however much he wanted.

I had a hand tangled in his hair but he didn't give me any reason to do more than pull his hair a little and he seemed to enjoy that quite a bit. The noises he made, the look of completely losing himself in his task and the fact that he was drooling around me only made it more and more difficult to bear. I want more. I don't want it to end.

Then I came, he swallowed it readily, like he was waiting just for this for a very long time. He cleaned me up, not hesitating at all before putting me away and pulling my pants back up for me.

"I will enjoy more of that tonight if you come over," he whispered in my ear and I finally inhaled. When did I stop breathing? Was it after he had me crying out? Or maybe even before then?

"My turn?" I asked, still a bit winded but thankful that we had kept pretty quiet so far. He took a few steps back and I followed him. I quickly undid his belt and sank down to my knees, thankful for the kneepads that I wear everyday. I sucked him into my mouth, his large head quickly thrusted in and made me gag a little and I heard him swear under his breath before holding still again.

Well he doesn't like to wait now does he? I smirked at the thought but it quickly disappeared while I focused. His already throbbing shaft didn't take long before it spilled out into my mouth and down my throat. I licked and sucked him clean, it was hard to keep my eyes open but anytime I looked up at Deku, he looked like he was so happy he could cry. I put him back away before helping him with his suit and belt.

"My place in an hour?" He asked and I glanced at the clock to see that we only had about ten minutes left and I know that I still have work to get done before getting off.

"I won't be late," I whispered before kissing him and taking him by surprise. I let him go and walked back to my desk and sat down again before he seemed to snap out of whatever erotic thoughts he was thinking at the moment and he opened the door and slammed it shut in his hurry. I chuckle to myself, at least that should keep everyone far, far away from me. As far as anyone else was concerned Deku was pissed and that alone would be terrifying.

But I know that he is just turned on and that little taste really was more than enough to get him to hurry home. For now I turn my attention to the paperwork on my desk. I need to hurry too.

***

"I bought a couple bottles of red wine," I held them up when he answered the door wearing an almost see through white button up that looked like a fancy bed shirt that made me study just how well his clothes fit him outside of work. His black slacks were supposed to be loose but thanks to how built his legs were... They weren't. He paused long enough for me to get more than an eyeful before letting me inside, a smirk of his own on his face.

"Food is in the oven, it will be ready in about fifteen minutes," he closed the door behind me and I set the bottles on the counter before turning around just in time for Deku to grab me by my waist and pull me close. "Not enough time for what I want to do but enough for other things," he growled in my ear and fuck. Just how much has he been holding back for him to be this aggressive? I like it.

"Good, I could use a mouthful before we eat," I teased and he chuckled.

"Sorry, you'll have to wait for dessert for that," he picked me up and carried me to the living room, my pants pulled down while his tongue was in my mouth and by the time he was done fondling me I was gasping for air so he was on his knees in front of the couch with my fingers tangled in his hair. It wasn't until after I came and he was cleaning me up that we heard the timer in the kitchen go off and he growled, irritated.

"Somehow I'm looking forward to dessert more than dinner," I bit my lower lip, watching him walk away only for him to smirk back at me but he didn't stop, leaving me to finish putting my pants back on. For now.

Dinner was fast. I barely remember feeling the bite of the spices on my tongue and the fact that I know both our plates only had a little on them, leaving me to assume he only put enough on our plates to stave off hunger so that we could sate our other desires faster. We didn't clean up after ourselves. Hell we didn't even open the wine I brought, I stood up and in moments he was there and I jumped, my legs circling his hips while his hands supported me. He carried me to his room, my clothes disappearing along the way so that by the time I was on his bed I only had to kick off the last of it.

Lube was basically thrown on but not worked in but thankfully I was already expecting this and when I was home I put a little something in to help stretch me out before coming over. He chuckled at the plug before gently pulling it out and kissing me. His tongue thrusting in at the same time he did, leaving me breathless while demanding more.

Every thrust felt like it was splitting me apart but at the same time it filled me so that I couldn't feel anything but him. I kept arching my back making it difficult for him to reach me so he turned his attention down my neck and to my chest. His teeth and tongue trailing along my skin leaving hickeys and bite marks behind.

He started teasing me, his thrust slowing down to the point of insanity while he explored me and I can't take that. I tightened my legs by his hips and rolled us over so that I'm riding him and his hands were free to explore me but instead they went to my hips and he helped me up and down.

"So fucking good," I hissed hearing him grunt under me while his grip only tightened, turning me on more.

"I didn't think of condoms," he groaned from below me and I clenched around him, liking how he responded to the small gesture.

"You want to stop?" I asked him, I sure as fuck don't want to but I will if that's what he wants.

"No," he roughly grabbed me, kissing while rolling us back over and then slammed into me and I cried out as pleasure coursed through me until I came, leaving a mess between us but he didn't stop and I didn't want him to. I rode my orgasm not expecting him to keep going for long but it really wasn't long before I could feel myself getting close again. My body trembling with every touch, his getting more and more rough. He is getting close and the fact that I don't want to hold back only seemed to turn him on more.

My back arched, my hips met him thrust for thrust and we were both crying out our desires. His cock pulsing inside of me, filling me, I came. My body shook, not able to take anymore not after cumming back to back like that. Deku didn't pull out, he just held me and I'm okay with that. I pulled his face up so that he was looking at me and I kissed him. His tongue met mine as our kiss deepened, gentle as we were.

Several minutes passed like that, he pulled out (maybe fell out) but our sweet kisses didn't lessen and if he would let me I would keep it like this. But he had to pull away.

"I love you, I have for a long time now," he whispered before he ran his fingers through my hair. I chuckled at his need to explain everything but I just wrapped my body around his, holding him close before saying anything.

"Then we are both idiots, because I've been in love with you for a long time too," I nuzzled into his neck and now he was chuckling too, the ticklish devil.

"Can we be like this?" He asked while I made myself comfortable in his arms and I wanted to laugh out loud.

"Everyday for the rest of our lives," I whispered, smiling as I did. Finally, I can have what I actually want.

We stayed like that for a long time before our stomachs protested at the speedy and tiny dinner we ate so we got up again and cleaned ourselves up, Deku helping me in the shower because why not? After we were completely sated, cleaned and dressed we went back into the kitchen to find our abandoned dinner and microwaved a real plateful while doing the dishes. Cleaning and eating at the same time. By the time we were finished the food was put away and the dishes were on the drying rack and I was tugging Deku back towards his room.

I don't want to leave, I want to lay in his arms and just be whole and from the smile on his face he agreed. He locked the front door and followed me to bed, letting me snuggle into his arms.

"I have to leave early in the morning, just lock up when you leave," he whispered in my ear, his gentle hands rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"Fine, but I'm not going to be a stranger," I smirked at him, sleepy.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," he answered and I fell into a deep sleep.

***

I woke up early, the clock showed that it was only 5 in the morning but Deku was already gone. I groaned before hugging his pillow to me, cuddling it for just a minute before getting up and hunting down the rest of my clothes. They really were just thrown everywhere last night. I found a note on the fridge telling me that I should take the rest of the leftovers for lunch with a smiley face and that there was breakfast in the microwave.

I laughed when I found a few slices of french toast on a plate and a bottle of honey on the counter. I ate quickly and cleaned everything up before locking up behind me and rode a cab to headquarters. It won't hurt for me to be a little early today.

I walked inside and the place was the normal level of busy. Nothing too outlandish as heroes tried to quickly finish their paperwork before the next shift, my shift, came in. A few started panicking when they saw me but regardless turned their focus back to what they were doing.

I feel great. I made my way to my office picking up the mail outside my door as I do.

"Bakubro! You're here early?" I barely glanced up to see Kiri walking up with Ashido and Sero, for some reason they like to work the dawn shift, half nights, half days, I guess it's better than the twilight shift, half days half nights.

I hummed in agreement while flipping through assignments and different reports that were left for me before I saw an envelope with Kacchan written on it and I smiled. Is he really writing cute notes during work? I'll have to make sure to write one back.

I started opening the envelope and Kiri was making a big deal over me smiling and I rolled my eyes at him. This isn't a note, it's a full on letter.

~Dear Kacchan,

I can never really say what you mean to me. You are just everything and more, the thought that you might have said no has been eating me alive for years and the fact you actually said yes? I couldn't die happier than now.~

"What the hell?" I frowned before reading more, my smile gone now.

~I hope that even after I'm gone you can always find me. Like that time when we were kids playing at the creek? You fell down from so high up when the rope bridge broke, they never did fix that. I have to use my quirk to even get up there. Just promise me that you will be happy and take care of OFA for me.~

I dropped the letter and ran out the door. Screaming for everyone to get the fuck out of my way. My heart pounding in my chest as I ran through the streets, the light from early dawn lighting up everything while the streetlamps went dark.

"No," I huffed while still running. I felt a spark and looked at my left arm to see a bit of red lightning crackle around me. No! I raced through the streets not able to catch a bus or cab that would have been able to get me there any faster so I just ran. It felt like both a lifetime and yet no time at all before I saw the old familiar trees of the park from our childhood. I ran in not caring that my suit was getting caught on thorns or the sting of them snagging my skin as I rushed by, biting me mercilessly.

This place was never really meant for adults. It was never meant for anyone, kids found it, took care of it, treasured it, at least we did when we were kids. The well worn path from little feet was easy to see even in the dim morning light as I rushed in and finally broke through to the creek. Sure enough the rope bridge still hung there and at the top of that cliff was a lump of something that shouldn't be there.

I ran. Thanking God that one of my hobbies growing up was mountain climbing but not caring that I didn't have any equipment with me. I used a nearby tree to springboard off of and a carefully controlled explosion to launch me high enough to see Deku laying curled up on the rock.

"Deku!" I screamed but he didn't respond. I checked for a pulse and found one. Thank fucking God. I searched for any injuries but again I couldn't find any. All I can tell was that he was weak and his breathing was shallow.

Okay deep breaths, what do I need to do? I need to get Deku to a hospital.

How? I looked around, and then at both of us and decided to use my belt to strap him to my back.

"Now which way is faster?" I mumbled to myself looking around. The path I took would not be good to take Deku through, not with all those terrible thorns. Red light caught my attention and I was quickly reminded that he gave me OFA. When in the fuck did he do that? I didn't eat any of his hair, so how in the fuck did his DNA-... He didn't! Did he? While we were having sex?

I'm going to give him a lesson he won't forget for this when he is all better. Think! Last time he gave me his quirk, I broke my arm and I can't do that to my legs and get him to the hospital. Deep breaths. Right Deku used to be so cute talking about percentages all the fucking time in highschool.

I studied the area from where we were, and decided which hospital was closest and I felt the energy rushing through me, burning me from the inside. "10 percent," I whispered and the energy crackled to life, exploding around me and I jumped holding him close with the belt strapping him to my back and I ran when I hit the streets, not giving myself time to feel the recoil. All I needed to know was that I didn't break my legs so I kept running.

The hospital came into view and I ran into the ER screaming and Deku was quickly taken away from me and all I could do was wait. Someone came running in yelling my hero name and it wasn't until they shook my shoulder that I could tear my eyes away from the door they took Deku through that I saw Kiri and several others trying to get my attention. They were demanding answers and the letter that I didn't finish was in Kiri's hand, he was shaking it at me. So I took it and looked at the last line of writing that I didn't already read.

~I'll be waiting for my hero, my number one hero.

Deku~

I turned my attention back to the door, not caring about the fact that he noticed all the blood trailing on my arms, my clothes torn and shredded in some places. The way they tried to pull me away from the door and it wasn't until a nurse came in with a much weaker version of Recovery Girl's quirk that I remembered that no one even knew about the change in our relationship.

I pulled out my phone and called Aunty. No answer. I called my hag.

"What the fuck do you want, Brat?" She answered on the first ring.

"Deku's in the hospital and I can't get a hold of Aunty," I quickly explained and she was wide awake.

"We'll be there as soon as possible. What room?" I could hear her snapping at my dad and they were both moving.

"Operating Room," I groaned looking at the sign that was still lit up from when they went in but nothing else had changed. Well except now everyone that had been demanding answers was now silent.

"What happened?" My hag demanded, her voice now low and I could feel the chill of fear running through me from it. She is a yeller, not a quiet person at all.

"I don't know. I just found him," she fell silent from my answer.

"We'll see you there," before she hung up and I was just left with my thoughts again. What could have happened? Why did it happen? How did it happen? Why was Deku there and how did he know that he would be there when he wrote the letter?

I looked at the letter again and again but I could only feel my frustrations getting worse.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense!" I clenched my hands, the paper crumbling between my fingers a little but thankfully didn't tear. I searched the paper for any simple hidden messages like capital letters that don't belong or words spelled wrong or just something! But hell, he even signed it as Deku! When has he ever signed any letters or notes as Deku? He has only ever signed them as Midoriya even his most personal letters were signed as Izu!

I mean he signs autographs as Deku but that is different!

"FUCK! What am I not seeing?" I demanded, getting even more pissed off before I almost hit the wall only to catch myself when I saw the red spark again. I froze.

He gave me his quirk. The only time he could have done that was last night, maybe this morning before he left. So he knew this was coming. He knew, his letter said he knew. That he would be waiting...

He was waiting in a place that only we would know about. A place that little kids couldn't get to still. Somewhere safe and out of the way.

Last night we were both driven by our lust so there wasn't much of an actual conversation and our lust made it hard to focus but what did we talk about? There was one thing that we mentioned that didn't have anything to do with either us or our families.

I unlocked my phone again and called the Support department.

"Who in the fuck cleared Deku after he was hit with a quirk this week?" I demanded.

I found it.

***

I'm sitting next to Deku's bed holding his hand. He had an IV in his arm and a feeding tube down his throat but otherwise just a few sensors were attached and few people came in. Our friends and coworkers left and our parents were currently getting something to eat downstairs, leaving me alone with the lover that no one else knew about. Well, that we didn't tell anyone about yet anyway.

I think our parents guessed it but none of them said anything. At least not now. It's been three days and he is still in a coma. They think he will wake up just fine but they don't know when. I kissed his knuckles and rested my forehead against them.

***Cough Cough Cough***

I looked up glaring at whoever the fuck was barging in for no damn reason only to see Eraserhead and Present Mic standing there.

"What the fuck do you want?" I groaned but my voice rasped and broke, I didn't bother to repeat myself. They either heard me or didn't, either way they would leave soon enough.

"I was sent to see why my problem child was refusing to work," Eraserhead spoke but didn't say anything else. I rolled my eyes at him and he shrugged like he agreed with me. "To be fair you two have never refused a mission before and the fact that he is in a coma and you are by his side should have told them everything but they are not the sharpest tools in the shed."

"Like a fucking ball, there's no point," I agreed and took the cup of coffee he offered me.

"Any other reasons though?" He asked as if he already knew and he probably did. I held up a hand and let the red lightning crackle for a moment before putting my hand back on Deku's.

"I would rather not kill anyone if I have the choice. I can't control it like Deku could," I sighed, letting my eyes drift back to Deku, ignoring their surprised looks.

"How did you know that we had a double agent?" Present Mic asked tentatively, I glanced up at him but didn't answer. It's none of his damned business, his or the association's.

Deku looks like he could wake up at any time, the reason I haven't left him for anything short of using the restroom and then I used the one here in his room. I'm still waiting to hear back about what kind of quirk did this to him.

Actually, would Eraserhead know?

"Spill," I raised my voice to be heard but I didn't look at either of them.

"We can't say anything without his mother in the room," Eraserhead sighed and I nodded. So they know, that's at least a step in the right direction. I sent a text in the group chat of our parents and myself and it wasn't even five minutes later when they came running into the room.

"Spill," I repeated myself, taking a drink of the coffee before I focused my eyes on Eraserhead.

"What do you plan to do when you know?" He asked instead of answering, Aunty quickly came to my side but stayed silent.

"That depends on the information that I don't know yet," I mean really? What kind of dumbass question is that?

Eraserhead stayed silent for a long time, not breaking eye contact until Aunty couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Aizawa? Please, what's wrong with my son?"

He let out a sigh, giving in. "He was hit with an unusual quirk, they are calling it Sleeping Beauty. If the victim is a virgin then it will kill them after five days." Aunty gasped but I didn't look away from him, waiting to hear what comes next. "However if they aren't then it will put them in a coma until their lover gives them a kiss." My jaw dropped at that one.

"How is anyone supposed to kiss him with that thing in the way?" I demanded, motioning towards the feeding tube.

"Bakugo, no one knows who his lover is," Eraserhead sighed as if he actually didn't already guess.

"I'm right here, take the damn thing out," I glared at him. If looks could kill I would have made Present Mic cry years ago. Hell, I would have made a lot of people cry by now.

"Bakugo, this isn't a laughing matter. If the wrong person does it they could end up just like him," he groaned and I take back everything that I was thinking earlier. He is a fucking idiot.

"How about you clean out your fucking ears then? Take the feeding tube and air mask off of my boyfriend's face so I can wake him up. Now," I hissed at him but Aunty didn't bother to wait for Eraserhead to do anything. She ran out of the room and dragged a nurse in with her and demanded that she take the feeding tube out now. It ended up being a big deal and papers had to be signed that she was aware that taking the feeding tube out could hurt and blah blah blah.

Even with Eraserhead arguing and Present Mic looking at me like I grew a second head Aunty was the only person actually allowed to make medical decisions for Deku and she trusted me.

I ignored the fuckers in the room, cleaning my boyfriend's face and for the first time in days I could see his sleeping face without anything else in the way.

"Oi Nerd, it's time to wake up," I whispered, leaning down, I kissed him. It was literally just a quick peck, but I waited holding my breath until he started moving around and he finally opened his eyes.

"Kacchan?" His voice croaked, probably raw from the feeding tube and weak from the lack of use.

"So you were waiting for a hero?" I smirked at him, the first smile I've had since I read that forsaken letter days ago.

"Only the best," he smiled after he took a drink of the coffee in my hands, I wasn't willing to turn away from those vivid green jewels he calls eyes to get him water, not yet.

"You couldn't just tell me that you were under a quirk? I mean really? Don't you fucking dare do anything like that to me again!" I lectured him but he just reached up and wiped away the tears I was ignoring.

"I love you too, Kacchan," he whispered and pulled me close enough to kiss.

Suddenly though I was ripped away and Aunty was bawling, hugging Deku and I was on my ass on the floor.

"Humph!" I crossed my arms irritated but I didn't say or do anything because this IS Aunty and I'm not a fool to hurt her, not in this lifetime. The fact that Eraserhead and Present Mic were openly staring at me didn't go unnoticed either but right now I had my hag to deal with.

"So you and little Izuku? Well, I guess he isn't so little anymore though is he? Not little at all," the hag smirked at me.

"Old Hag, stay the fuck away from him," I threatened, not willing to hear her make any sexual jokes or snide comments.

"Oh come on, so who's the bottom? Who's going to carry my grandbaby?" She tried again, knowing just how much she was irritating the living fuck out of me.

"Will you shut the fuck up, you old ass hag?" I yelled at her before getting up again. My hag giggling at my childishness while my Dad chuckled, Aunty still crying about Deku being in the hospital but she moved to the side with his IV in it so I could be next to him too.

"Aunty, I think we need more than a week before we start talking about those kinds of things," Deku tried to defend and I scoffed.

"It hasn't even been a week yet! I got you for less than a fucking day before this happened. LESS THAN A DAY, DAMN IT!" I am fuming but at least I'm not screaming. Yet.

But hey, that's life as a hero I guess.

"You haven't been dating for a while day? Then how-?" Aunty asked confused while trying to wipe her tears away.

"Uh..." Deku looked at me for an answer and a shrugged, like hell I'm going to tell her about dinner. Nope.

The End.