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Izuku woke up in a cold empty bed again. He ran a hand through his messy hair, and ran the other on the vacant space beside him. Y/N left without leaving anything again.
He sighed and sat up. Izuku dragged his naked body to the shower. Why would he expect anything from the man other than lust, anyway? They were merely even friends.
The water running down his skin drove him out of his sleepy state. And the rest of the day ran by just like how every day of his before this one went.
Y/N was at the same bar, same place, same time. He raised the half empty glass of cocktail in his hand while he closed his tired eyes and wore a smile.
Izuku sat on the empty stool next to him. Y/N chuckled, using his free hand to squish one of Izuku's cheeks.
He let him be and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. He studied his face for a bit, and figured out that he wasn't drunk. "So," Y/N took a sip of his drink. "How're you doing?" He tilted his head and took his hand away.
Izuku nodded his head, "I'm fine". Still, he kept his gaze on Y/N. The latter licked the cocktail off his lips.
Elbow rested on the cold counter, he leaned in for a kiss. But when he rested his lips on his, Y/N didn't kiss him back. Izuku pulled away. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Y/N shook his head, "nothing". He faced his body back to the counter and continued to slowly drink the cocktail. Izuku shrugged it off, he was probably just not in the mood.
Y/N drank down the last of it then raised a brow at him. "Aren't you going to get a drink?" He asked. Izuku simply shook his head. He stood up after setting down the empty glass.
Izuku's eyes folowed him, wondering what would happen next. "You wanna come with me some place else?" He asked with both hands in pockets.
He found himself confused, showing no reaction. "Hello?", Y/N waved a hand in front of his face. Izuku snapped out of it.
"Yeah" he muttered out the response. Y/N proceeded to walk to the bar's exit, Izuku following close behind. They both got bumped into a fair amount of bodies on the way.
Y/N breathed in the cold night air once he got out. Izuku came after and closed the door. "Where exactly are we going?" He scratched the back of his head.
Y/N bit his lower lip and looked around as Izuku waited for an answer. "Your place?".
Izuku shrugged then put his arm around his shoulder, "sure". It just looked like Y/N wanted to skip the bar smalltalk and get to the only intimate thing about their relationship.
He woke up the same way, cold bed and a vacant space beside him where Y/N slept. But when he sat up something new caught his eye.
A yellow sticky note attached to his bedside table. Izuku rubbed his two eyes to see if he wasn't seeing things. He looked again. It was still there.
He took it from its place and read what was written on it. "Good morning" was what the note said. His eyebrows furrowed. Was it from Y/N? And at the back of it, was written a phone number.
Izuku looked back at the bedside table where his phone lay, and a cup of what he assumed to be coffee. He reached out for the cup first and observed the liquid inside. Its aroma proved his guess right, but it was already cold. Still, he quickly drank it down.
After setting down the now empty cup he took his phone. 8:34 am. What time did Y/N leave? He looked back at the note that he still held. Should he call? He didn't see a reason for it.
And he didn't know about Y/N's whereabouts, other than that he visits the bar every night. Izuku couldn't meet him every night because of his job at the convenience store, though. Wherein some days he has day shifts and some days he has night shifts.
Why was he always thinking about Y/N, anyway?
After the shower and changing into new clothes, he dropped himself onto the bed again. Izuku tilted his head to the side to get the note and his phone into his line of vision.
With a sigh he sat up and took the both in his hands again. He dialled the number and called. After five and a half rings where he was about to cancel the call, it was answered.
"Hello?" Y/N asked. "Who is this?".
"It's Midoriya" he answered, positioning himself to sit cross legged on the bed. "Where are you?", he couldn't think of any other thing to say.
"I'm at work"
"Oh, really? Sorry for disturbing you-"
"No, no it's alright" he cut him off. "We can talk later at lunchtime?" He recommended.
"Sure" he agreed. "Bye"
"Goodbye", he hung up. Work, huh? He wondered what job he had. Was Y/N wondering about him as much as he was? He shook his head. He was always over thinking everything.
At least now he had something to look forward to today. A scheduled call.