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Izuku chuckled and pushed you slightly to the side so that your back was gently leaning against his bent leg. He tenderly placed his frightened hand on your face and pressed lightly on your jaw with his thumb and index finger. The contrast of his warm touch on your cold face made you shiver. He was close to you, but it was different than usual, better.
It made you dizzy, and you giggled softly.
It wasn't the same closeness as when you hugged or argued. Not the same as when you walked side by side. Not the same as when you cuddled on the train. This was so much more intimate.
He leaned his head closer to you, his emerald green curls gently touching your face. If you weren't dizzy before, you certainly were now. He took another drag from the joint and moved a little closer to your lips. Calm down, it's not a kiss. Just a friendly friend helping another friend.
So why did it matter how soft his lips looked? How peaceful his smile was, while his eyes looked at you hungrily? Your mouth opened slightly as he placed his other hand on the back of your neck and put his mouth over yours without touching it even a hair's breadth.
Izuku let the smoke escape between his lips until it touched your tongue. It felt like he was breathing life into you.
If it were possible to relive a moment forever, you would choose this one. Much too soon for your liking, he pulled away from you.
A whimper escaped your lips, a damn whimper. Maybe he didn't hear it, you hoped, but his chuckle told you otherwise.
“One more time, princess?”
Are you melting? Are you dying? No, you're alive, barely and at the same time too much. You're burning and freezing. Somewhere in your lust-clouded mind, you wonder if this is the voice people mean when they talk about a “dark rumbling.”
You loved this Izuku. The one you saw once a week when the four of you sneaked onto the roof and blew your minds away with some “herbs.” He was different, sensitive, rough, confident, dominant.
You quickly got used to him breathing smoke into your lungs. His hands began to wander under the hem of your sweater, warming his cold hands on your sides. This version tucked away in his body, high above the school literally and figuratively.
The next time he kissed your lips, there was no more smoke exchange; you were high before, but now you were in space. You floated between stars and clouds. This was new, it was an unspoken thing between you two that was always left on the roof never to cross the line.
The last thing you imagined was that Izuku would claim your lips with the most exciting kiss you've ever received. Maybe he was tired of tiptoeing around too. His lips were softer than you imagined, given the scar that ran across the right side. He pulled away from your lips to look at you, his smile tooth-rotting sweet and burning hot, leaving your mouth with the delicious taste of caramel.
Normally, you used your scent Quirk to immobilize and torture villains. But now your goal was to envelop this man with a sickeningly sugary aura. He'd better only think of you when he saw something sweet.
After a few more kisses on your cheek, you both cuddled up again. Izuku was focused on his phone. Since it was already late, you decided to close your eyes and fell asleep and woke up again. Until a scream interrupted your little nap.
"Denki!?"
"Yes"
"Why did you send me a video of me and Y/N on Snapchat?"
"You guys looked so hot dude!"
"Yeah, you wrote, why am I never invited for this?"
"People liked it."
"wHaT?"
"What?"
"You posted it to your fucking story?"
"So what?"
"We are kissing, and you post that shit on your story?"
"YOU LOOKED HOT"
Mina was startled out of her trance-like sleep when loud conversations suddenly broke out. She gave you a confused look, which you answered with a brief shrug. You were barely listening when a heated argument broke out between Izuku and the eternal bisexual menace Denki.
You were too high in seventh heaven to care who had seen the video of your kiss. Frankly, you kind of hoped that cheating, lying asshole ex-boyfriend of yours would see it. Revenge doesn't suit a hero, they said, but why does it feel so good? Checkmate, Shouta, I have the future number one, while you've been ghosted by your sidebitch.