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Shoto for the past hours has been having a horrible time at his father's agency for his work-studies. And that's because he listened to the old man go on and on about questions regarding his current love life, which Shoto was doing his best to ignore and keep his composure to. However, he was always good at pushing his son's buttons. Endeavor being the number one hero, and surprisingly a great teacher, has helped Shoto grow as a hero. However, his father is only a good hero teacher, not a father. Even though he's been attempting to get better and atone for the pain he caused the family, nevertheless the past cannot be forgotten so easily. Shoto has learned quite a lot from him for his future. Still, he did not want to start reconnecting with his father through his love life. Especially since Endeavor hasn't canceled the engagement between Shoto and his classmate.

Once he left the building and was on his way to U.A. High. He felt like he could finally breathe.

And Shoto's been antsy when thinking of his careless girlfriend. Not because he's having any doubts on the matter of their relationship. Rather, because he feared what could happen to her again when left alone. Finding out that Tenko was Tomura, had been a shocker to them all. And now Shoto felt as though he always had to be on his toes, looking out for her because of how reckless she was. And since finding out the truth, there has been this nagging twisting feeling in his heart.

The feeling of fear.

He was scared that if she found out the truth, she would go running to Tenko with open arms. Tenko was her first love, and who wouldn't go back after finding out they were alive and suffering this whole time.

Knowing her, she'd probably try her best until she was able to save him.

What if she left them all behind?

What if she left Shoto behind?

Just the thought of it had him want to cave in on himself. He loves her so much that it hurts, he couldn't imagine a life without his Y/N. This feeling was new, foreign, scary yet euphoric. Not once did Y/N make him feel insecure of their relationship and her feelings towards him, but would it be enough to forget about Tenko?

He hadn't felt this powerful passion for Camie when they were 'talking', which is what she called it; speaking of the girl, she's been trying to reconnect with him. However, that's another issue for a different day.

And even though Y/N's quirk might have started all of this, in her slumber he was able to see how far he was willing to go for her without the effects of her quirk clouding his judgement. Honestly his feelings weren't much different, if anything when they're connected the emotions are only magnified.

However, negative emotions have been eating at him lately that are only his, and the horrible part was he couldn't talk to Y/N about it. Because they were keeping the truth of Tenko a secret from her until they were able to capture him.

The drive back to U.A. helped distract his troubled mind a little. He was thinking of the almost fight with his father because now he was mentally stable to stand up for himself again. And when Endeavor brought her up, telling him that he was already promised to someone else – he left early. Leaving Katsuki behind, sending him a quick text that he would see him in the dorms because he couldn't stand to be in the same room as his old man anymore.

Which has been happening frequently.

And ever since Y/N came back, Shoto's been trying to stay more in touch with the emotions she could evoke in all of them, out of fear that she could be ripped away from him. Even though he knew it wasn't healthy, what else could he do? He was scared to lose her, and there were many ways that it could be done. And to top it all, now he understood why Y/N didn't like to keep secrets. He felt like the secret of Tomura was eating him every single time he was in her presence.

Making his way to the campus, his troubled mind was interrupted when he felt anger rise in the pits of is stomach, knowing right away it was not his and panicked. It had ignited right when he arrived, the timing impeccable when the rage burned in him. He almost lost her and that affected him greatly, just the thought that she could be taken at any time had him hyperventilate again. He ran as fast as he could, once he crossed the gates, and then stopped abruptly almost tripping over, when the feeling completely changed. Simmering down and feeling remorse, then content. It was baffling how her emotions ran so sporadic and non-related to each other whatsoever.

And they were intense more than ever since her recovery.

Just as he was about to call Izuku because Y/N always forget her phone in her dorm, not being used to it. A call from Momo came in. Telling him briefly what happened, and that Y/N was already waiting for him in the showers in the dorms. Sighing in relief, Shoto slowed down and took a moment to recollect himself. He couldn't act on impulse, even though he wanted to lock her up for her safety and his own sanity. However, unfortunately he would go through many more episodes like he did when she was in her coma. And that scared him. He loves her, he knows that, and he will keep pushing past the paranoia he's been holding off since she came back. Because he loves her that much. He wasn't going to let her go because of fear.

If anything, the love that burned in him trumped the fear.

No, he was in this till their very end.

However, how would he ever forget of that depression and whole that still lingered in his heart. Of course, he was extremely grateful and happy that she was with them, but he went through so much pain. Pain he never experienced before, and pain he didn't want to burden her or his best friends with.

Torment difficult to forget easily...

Not if there was no other emotion to latch onto.

And he's been latching onto the love he felt, but if he hasn't voiced it yet. How would he know, how she truly felt?

And what if she did end up leaving them for Tomura?

That would break him.

He was close to losing himself because of almost losing her. All the negative thoughts kept running through his mind when he made his way towards the showers in the first floor of the dorms. He made sure to bring her a small meal like Momo requested because she skipped her meal, and he shook his head from the thought. She was so reckless. Yes, she stood up for Ochako, and protected her, but once again she jeopardized her wellbeing, and her reputation. He could see the negative energy and heard the whispers as he walked down the hallways on his way to the dorms. Of how she lashed out and scared everyone with her quirk. Of course, Shoto's thoughts regarding Y/N wouldn't change from people that were cowards and meant nothing to him.

However, she was going to have a hard time in gaining peoples trust after seeing a glimpse of her quirk.

Just like Hitoshi did...

And Shoto didn't want that for her. She's suffered too much already. On top of everything she's had to deal with. Y/N didn't need anymore, and this only happened because she was protecting someone else.

Walking into the showers – but first making sure there was no one else around, he locked the door behind him.

"Y/N?" he called out tentatively into the steam that radiated around the room.

"Shit!" Shoto heard a yelp coming from the shower, "Oh my god, Sho you scared me... That was fast! I'm still in the shower, give me a sec!" She yelled out from inside one of the shower stalls.

Still with a troubled mind, Shoto sat down on the bench in the middle of the room and kept running through many roadblocks of how he would keep her safe. How they would tell her the truth and hope that she won't leave them for him. Running his hand through his two-toned hair, he didn't realize how subconsciously he was trying to calm himself down, like Y/N was able to. He truly feared losing her. His heart felt tight from even the thought of watching her close to deaths door again.

From seeing her in the arms of that villain.

Would maybe more training work? Should he go harder on their combat battle trainings? What could he do, to make sure she would never be sliced like that again?

To never have her near death ever again.

Should he tell her now of who Tomura was, or wait like they all agreed to?

To know now who she would choose.

Them or him...

A hand waving in front of him, had him return from his jumbled thoughts.

"Hey... I've been calling out to you; I felt your anxiety, are you okay?" Y/N asked gently as she sat down on the bench next to him. Reaching out to cup his scarred cheek.

She had stopped her shower completely when she felt how troubled Shoto was. Wrapping the towel around her body quickly and making his way to him. The self-conscious of only wearing a towel not registering in her, for how worried she was for him.

Shoto looking up from his tense hands to meet her gaze, blushed from seeing her still wet and only in a towel. "I um... It's nothing." He ushered out, breaking eye contact and squeezing his eyes shut to control the raging dirty thoughts that infiltrated his mind.

Sinful, yet so inviting...

That's also been happening a lot lately, he was close to combusting in fire or ice for how much he wanted to connect with her. Make love to each other. To show her how much he loved her, not just through his actions, words and loyalty. But through their bodies too.

Y/N gliding her hand from his cheek to his forehead, pushed his silky strands of hair out of the way to uncover his lovely face. "My prince, if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, I understand. Still, do know that I want to help you if I can."

Nodding, Shoto let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. "I felt your rage right when I came back..." He whispered out, focusing on the emotion that had first ignited his paranoia.

Y/N eye's widened and she scooted closer to him. "I'm so sorry Shoto, I lost control... I don't know why, but-"

"I know what happened, Yaoyorozu told me..." Shoto spoke softly, "I think your quirk is going through a change. Which is normal, particularly since you've been using it more lately. I understand why you did it. However, I was scared that something happened, and I panicked... I thought the worst happened to you... and I..." Shoto leaned forward and cupped her cheek, rubbing small circles to calm down. Her skin still wet from the shower, and damn was he jealous of how the water clung to her soft skin. Wishing he could too. "You don't know how much it destroyed me when you were gone and any thought of that happening to you again, or worse – is giving me this feeling of... hopelessness."

"Shoto..."

"It's not your fault... It's..." breathing in and out slowly to stop the anxiety from coming back up, "... all I see when I feel these negative emotions is you lying half dead in my arms, and I can't get the image out of my head." Or you leaving us for him... he thought, unable to utter the words out.

He sounded so broken, even if Y/N was back. It did affect him, and it's taken him a moment to realize she was here in front of him. And knowing who Tomura really was, Shoto was scared Y/N would leave just like his ex-girlfriend. Though their situations are completely different. He truly feared she would leave them for her childhood love. He's been attempting to push the panic out by constantly touching or kissing her senseless. Katsuki's been avoiding the issue and Izuku was – well he was Izuku. He was just happy she was back, and he was keeping a closer eye on her. Though he would sometimes check on her pulse, without her noticing.

And Shoto's been stuck in his head.

What could she do to get him out of this depressive mood that was only hurting him, and help him forget a least a little bit of the traumatic experience?

Shoto biting his lower lip, almost breaking through the skin whispered, "And don't take this as an insult because your perfect... However, you should really put on something more than that flimsy towel. I keep thinking you'll be ripped away from me at any moment.... That I've been unable to control myself as of lately." Shoto whispered, trying to hide the crimson on his cheeks when he looked away from her.

"Shoto..." Y/N whispered, bringing his ocean eyes back to her e/c eyes from how soft his name sounded coming from her lips. Running her fingers through his silky hair, pulling on the ends to give him some form of comfort. "I'm not going anywhere. You know I'll stay and fight to be here with you, my prince." She scooted closer and ran her fingers through his tense shoulders, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

Already getting an idea of how she could help him.

They both felt the tension in the room, and the steam and heat around them didn't make it any easier.

Biting his bottom lip, Shoto swallowed his desire down and focused on the negative thought of never seeing her again. "Princess... you can't promise me that. Not with the line of work were all getting into... This feeling will pass, I just need more time. I'll try to find something to distract me..."

Y/N didn't like how hard he was being on himself and feeling the desire that radiated from him. Which was now igniting in her. She pulled him by the back of his neck and kissed him with vigor. Making him grunt from the force and the surprise. His heart never failed to skip a beat from every time their lips connected.

The desire in him igniting from a small flame to an uncontrollable wildfire.

"Y/N..." Shoto mumbled, gripping the ends of the bench with both hands. Trying to hold himself back. Unable to do any more as Y/N climbed on his lap, not giving him any room to protest. The only thing protecting her from his hunger was the towel around her still wet skin and his clothes.

Nipping at his jaw and kissing his neck, making him groan and giving him a whiplash of a one eighty emotion. Forgetting of the pain and the fear that still lingered and being overtaken by hunger. "Let me help you forget..." Y/N whispered in the crook of his neck. Biting down gently on his supple skin and licking up his sporadic pulse. "Let me show you Sho, that I'm not going anywhere. How important you are to me."

Taking the initiative of having her lips distracting him – which was working. She ripped his shirt open. The white shirt he wore, ripping down the middle with ease. Making him grunt in yearning anticipation. Y/N not giving him any time to think out of the dizzy fog she was creating, bit and sucked on his creamy skin while also licking down his chest and abs. One hand pulled on his hair gently and the other wandered around aimlessly.

Not leaving any of his skin untouched.

Deciding to take a little revenge from the morning as well, Y/N grinded on the bulge that was growing rather quickly. Hiding with the confinements of his black slacks. She whimpered from the slight pain of rubbing bare on the material, but she didn't care, because it also gave her pleasure.

"Y/N... I won't be able to control myself if you don't stop." Shoto breathed out, his mind completely being overtaken by the desire that's been burning since she returned. The touches she teased him with, before she left. The burning image she left in him when she first quirked him and had mental semi-sex. The teasing she's been doing to him ever since she walked into his life. His hooded ocean eyes, met with glowing burning scarlet pools. She clearly wasn't going to listen to him. "Fuck..." He threw his head back, trying to control his breathing and want.

The metaphorical thin rope he was clinging onto, to not go any further, dangerously close from snapping.

Damn, did she not know what she was doing to him? Or was she doing this on purpose, knowing exactly how to rile him up. It was probably the latter.

Her three boyfriends agreed who would be her first, for different reasons and it was not supposed to be him. However, with the way she was smirking in his direction and kept touching him eagerly, like she could not get enough of him. His skin, his hair, his bulging muscles and the heat and cold that seeped out of him.

His patience was running thin.

An incredible insatiable hunger burned in him each time those sultry scarlet eyes met with his own. He could feel the flecks in his own eyes, burn with desire.

...And what little control he had, finally snapped...

"Fuck this." Shoto pulled her from the back of her neck and kissed her with so much fire and passion they could both feel it in their bones.

Y/N whimpered from feeling his tongue playing with hers, doing wonders and switching temperatures from hot to cold in a second. Using his quirk to rile her up more than she already was. And she in turn grinded on him making him let out a low moan in between the kiss. She wasn't wearing anything under the towel, and he shivered, from knowing her pussy was rubbing on him. Feeling her slick pool, rub against his clothes.

Breaths intermingling with each other.

Pulling on the hairs of his nape, Shoto bent easily to her will. His hooded ocean eyes glowing in scarlet flecks, meeting with her own scarlet quirked eyes.

Both hearts beating rapidly in excitement.

Pulling back and nibbling on her neck, right on her sweet spot, he whispered, "Princess, you have no idea, how much I want to fuck you... how much I want to make you cry out my name until it's the only thing you know anymore."

Y/N's eyes rolled back, from the naughty promise, friction, and sensation of his lips. She taunted back, "You have me at your mercy Sho... I'm all yours... I'm not going to stop you, so why are you holding back?"

Shaking his head and squeezing his eyes in pain, Shoto kept chanting the agreement he made with Katsuki and Izuku in his head.

"We c-can't."

Hearing keys juggle on the other side of the door. Y/N was quick to act first and yank a dazed Shoto into the shower stall she was in just minutes ago. Turning on the shower quickly to give the pretense that she was still in there. She pushed Shoto against the white tiled wall, and pressed her body against him, covering his mouth to keep him quiet. Her towel and his clothes getting wet in the process. Their skin and hair not far back from getting completely soaked. They both stared at each other, with desire and hunger egging them and begging them from the raging emotions, to finally give in. That wanted satisfaction. The feeling of getting caught only adding on to their crave and lust. Their hearts burning from holding back, breaths and shallow pants coming out fast and sporadic from all the taunting and touching.

"Anyone in here?" They heard an unfamiliar woman's voice, probably one of the janitors, call into the bathroom.

"In the shower!" Y/N yelled out, her voice echoing around the room. She closed her eyes in pain and tried to cover the quiver from her voice when Shoto mindlessly, ran his fingers down her arms and shoulders.

Tracing every one of her scars his eyes lingered to with love and care.