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Im mad at kirishima right now because it’s nine o clock and the idiot won’t leave.
I could be in bed right now curled up against Izuku but no I have to listen to him and denki talk about going to the bar to get some girls.
As if we aren’t in our twenties. Christ. We really shouldn’t be hooking up anymore. “Come on it would be fun,” denki says clearly trying to convince me.
Yeah, it isn’t going to work. “You want to fuck someone so bad why don’t you hook up with Shinso,” he blinks at me.
“Shinso doesn’t like me like that,” is this man really that stupid?
How the Hell did he get into U.A.? Let alone graduate?
I push myself up off the floor. “Fine. Do whatever you want. But I’m going to bed,” with that I walk back into the bed room and close the door. Izuku is curled up on his side sleeping. His green curls spreed of his pillow. I smile.
I love him so much that it hurts sometimes. Once I change I crawl into bed with him and wrap my arms around his waist. He sleepily tucks himself against my chest in response. I rest my head on top of his and close my eyes.
I’m gonna keep him. Uraraka can’t have him. He’s mine.