Kinktober-2022
MDNI
Masterlist
Keep your legs closed, Sweetheart-
Aged up!Pro Hero!Izuku x reader, yandere/jealous
2k words
Warnings: Smut, obv 🙄, rough sex, yandere vibes-? Jealousy. Unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap the willy). Use of whore once. Lots of praise. Izuku being a dom but in a submissive way!????? Lmk if i missed something.
A/n: deadass wrote this in an hour and a half. Not beta read whatsoever. Take it or leave it besties. And please, please leave constructive criticism in the comments. Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated
The Gala was just as grand as the news stations displayed. Only this time, instead of watching it through your tv, you were on the arm of the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya.
He sat down at your table with pride knowing he had the prettiest girl beside him. With his arm wrapped around your waist, gently playing with the folds of your long, green dress (which he cheesily matched in his forest green tie).
While his face was all smiles for the paps, he was all too acutely aware of the other men’s gazes. The lingering looks directed towards the slit that ran up your leg. The second glances watching as the fabric across your chest shifted.
He hated it. Hated it so much. You were his, and nothing could change that, right? He repeated that mantra so many times over to himself as he watched you talk with the spiky redhead on your other side.
You spoke politely and laughed at his jokes when called for. You laughed at his jokes too, right? You said that you loved his rambling. That had to be true. Still, he watched you again, and you laughed a little too hard.
A frown crept across his face and he gently but firmly slid a hand over your thigh. It happened to be the side with the slit he gripped the soft plush flesh hiding beneath the dress he loved oh so much.
You yelped slightly, more to yourself but Izuku heard it. Of course he did, he heard everything. The small smirk that hid something more menacing behind it gave that away immediately when you turned to him. “Kirishima’s funny isn't he, Princess.” He spoke it as a statement, not even bothering to ask your opinion.
You gave him a small nod with worried eyes knowing what he was thinking. You had been through this before. Always so protective over you, your body, and especially your attention. “Yeah, Izu!” Before Kirishima has a chance to speak up Y/n grabs Izukus’ hand firmly and speaks, “Hey honey, can you come with me really quick? I need to use the restroom and I don't really know my way around.”
You gave him the softest smile that he swears could have melted Todorokis thunderous ice, and he looked up at you with eyes full of what could only be called ‘Puppy Love’. He nods vigorously. Despite his anger and jealousy of everyone thinking you were theirs, he did anything you ever asked, with no hesitation.
You gently pull him up and head towards the bathrooms while Eijirou makes a mental note that it looked like you knew exactly where the bathrooms were before turning to the rest of his friends at the table.
You get to the bathrooms immediately choosing the designated “family bathroom” so you could drag him in with you. Immediately you lock the door and turn to him with your arms crossed and he almost wants to cower despite the fact that he’s easily a foot taller than you. (A/n, no Idc if you're 6’4”, he. Is. taller.)
“What was that about Izuku?” The full name. He knew he would probably be in trouble but at this point he didn't care. Everyone’s eyes on you during the gala was the only thought in his mind, and his member tucked away in his pants.
You looked absolutely perfect in the dress he had picked out for you, and he wanted nothing more than to tear it off right then and there, despite the speech that he had to deliver in half an hour or so. He took a breath before rising back to his full height. He was going to take what was his, and make sure everyone knew it too.
Carefully but secure in his choices, the green haired man stepped towards you, reaching out his hand and sliding it down your side before letting it rest at your hip. “What was that about, sweetheart? It was about the fact that Kirishima was obviously flirting with what's rightfully mine.” He laughs to himself and kisses the bottom of your jaw, his other hand cupping your chin. “You wouldn't have let him do anything to you right, Princess?”
Since the moment he first touched you in that bathroom, you knew you were a goner, melting at his words, let alone the hand that slowly crept further down your hip towards the slit on your leg. You let out a soft breath in reaction to his ministrations and warble out a feeble answer. “N-no Izuku, never. Just you, I only want you.”
“Only me, sweetheart?”
The memories of when you had control of this moment were in the far back of your mind while you nodded your head so hard you looked like Izukus’ own little bobble head. “I’d only ever want you. Only want you to touch me- to love me.”
You lean in for a kiss and he reciprocated immediately, yearning to have your lips against his.
You wish you could say it was sloppy and full of passion but it wasn't. It was domineering with his hand under your dress cupping your ass and the free hand gripping your chin tightly in order to keep you in place. He was angry, and you knew it. You also knew he would take it out on you and your precious cunt that he held so dearly.
Keeping hold of you chin, Izuku pulled back and looked into your eyes with obsessive infatuation. “I love you so much, Y/n. You know that right? You know you're the only person I could ever want.”
This time, he leans in and kisses your neck instead, slowly moving down while nudging off the straps of your dress, all while muttering captivating words into the soft skin he found. The strong hand that was once on your ass was now moving your red panties aside in order to let his fingers explore your folds. Red panties, a mistake on your part. A mistake he wouldn't let you forget.
He unlatches from your neck with a pop, leaving a mark, that would be seen, behind. He looks down before his eyes catch on your panties “Did you wear these for him, Princess?” The pout he gives you is genuinely sad and fearful. “Tell me you didn't-”
You shake your head as fast as you can before he can react. “No, no, I promise. I wore them because I thought you would like them- I’m so sorry, Izu.” You try to ground the freckled man who was so lost in everything you are and the sound of your panties ripping catches you off guard. “I-Izuku!?”
His smile is back plastered on his face, full of love. “Well, you won’t need these then, sweetheart. I’ll buy you some more, don't worry.” He kisses you once again before you can utter a word in defense.
Izukus’ kisses always enthralled every fiber of your being, and now was no different. It felt like the sun leaned down and spread it's soft rays against your lips. But at the same time, it felt as if thunder itself crashed in between the two of you.
As you were kept captivated by his lips and soft spoken words between breaths, the two fingers that had been rubbing against your clit, slipped inside where you needed him most. The moan you let out was more satisfying than any hero accomplishment he could ever even dream to achieve, and Izuku was determined to hear more.
“That’s it baby, let me hear you. I just want to hear how much you want me- then I’ll give you what you want. What do you want, baby?” He spoke so fast, with so many questions. Between that and his hands working magic on your insides you could barely even form a sentence.
“P-please Izuku! I want you inside me! I’m b-beg- ngh- begging!” He almost had you in tears as you could feel your stomach start to clench in anticipation of what was coming. (a/n pun intended <3) “I need you so bad. Only you! I only want you!”
“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He scissored his fingers back and forth, further stirring up your soft spots. “Are you going to cum for me? Show me how much you want my cock inside you. Come on sweetheart, I love you so much, let me show you too.”
You threw your head back as he added a third thick digit, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. “F-fuck-! I’m coming-!!” You clenched your eyes shut, small tears falling, mouth falling open in an ‘o’.
“Such a good girl for me- oh don't cry Princess-! I love you so much, you’re doing so well.” His fingers never stopped as he worked you through your high, his rough fingers not matching his words whatsoever. “You did so well for me, how about I give you what you really deserve after working so hard.” He pulls his fingers out, licking the juices that string between the digits.
You hear the jingle of his belt buckle before his slacks are falling to reveal a throbbing cock straining against his boxers. Your shaking hands tentatively reach forward to pull down the fabric, allowing all 7 inches of his cock to spring out and pumping it once with your hand.
He groans before grabbing your hand and pulling it away. “You- you can't do that sweetheart- I’ll cum too quick” He grabs both your hands in one of his larger ones and pins them against the wall behind you. After hiking up your dress above your hips he grasped his cock and slowly rubbed it through your folds, catching your clit and making you jump.
Slowly he starts to push in, groaning as he did so. You winced at the stretch, more tears leaking from your eyes. No matter how many times he fucks you senseless, his size felt like it was splitting you apart.
After fully sheathing himself inside of you he stopped, gently rubbing your cheek. “Shh, It's okay. I've got you, Y/n. Can I move? Please? You feel so good-” You take a deep breath and nod for him to move, which he does, hard.
His thrusts match the anger and intensity of his jealousy, and you had no idea just how much he hurt everyone at the gala to make sure no one ever looked at you like that again. Instead, he chose to take it out on your poor, drooling, pussy.
“God you feel amazing, sweetheart-” He grunts loudly and you think about the fact that no one had heard you yet before a sharp thrust brings you back to the present. “Stay with me sweetheart-”
He angles his hips deeper, hitting just the right spot to make your tongue loll out of your mouth. “Look at you, such a whore for me, aren’t you, baby? Taking me so well.”
You try to nod at him and speak. “You're the only one I want!! N-not them!” You could feel your climax creeping up your stomach again, already so close.
Izuku let out a lewd moan befitting a pornstar over the number one hero, letting go of your hands and gripping your hip with one and rubbing your clit with the other instead. “That’s right, such a good girl. Cum with me, Y/n. I got you-”
The fast circles over your clit send you spinning before clenching your cunt tightly and cumming all over his cock, screaming for him. Izuku groans and never stops thrusting as he lets go and releases his hot ropes of cum inside you, with a loud call of your name.
As you both start to come down from your highs he pulls out and kisses your forehead. “My gorgeous Princess-” You grin lazily at him before feeling both of your juices slide down your leg. “Izuku! My underwear!”
He grins at you, rubbing the back of his neck and leaning in, “I guess you’ll just have to keep your legs closed, Sweetheart.” Before he kisses you once more, adjusts his pants and your dress, and walks out to go get ready for his speech.
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Clinical
Relationship: Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Word count: 4,850
Warnings: guns, violence, blood and injury, medical setting
Summary: After closing up the clinic for the night, you're ready to have dinner with your favorite hero, but a rather dangerous new patient just checked in and won't take no for an answer.
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The strong smell of disinfectant wafted through the examination room as you finished wiping the counters down. It was the last room of the night and with a satisfied nod, you gathered your supplies to put them back in the storage room, clicking the light off as you stepped into the hall. On your way there your phone buzzed in your pocket and with some tricky manuevering, you slid it out of your white coat and smirked at the caller I.D.
Nestling the device between your chin and shoulder, you answered the call. "Well, hello stranger."
"Aw, come on, it hasn’t been that long," Izuku laughed on the other end. "I just saw you this morning."
"Too long in my opinion." A quick shove to open the closet door and you went about putting the supplies in their respective places. "I'm closing up shop here, where are you?"
"Just left the agency," he sounded like he was in the car. "I'll be there in about twenty."
"Good, I'm starving." You wiped your hands on your coat and walked out of the closet, shutting the door with your foot. "I've been wanting to eat at Bonavici's forever."
"You sound like you're more excited for the food than to see me," he pouted through the line.
"Hey, your words not mine." When you snickered, he scoffed in return but you could practically hear his smile. "Oh, I’m kidding…sort of. I really am excited though. How on earth did you get us reservations so quickly? They book out months in advance."
"I have my ways."
Making your rounds through the clinic, shutting off lights as you headed towards the front, you grinned. "It was All Might, wasn't it?"
"Uh," he cleared his throat and you could only imagine the embarrassed blush drawing across his face. "That's still a way."
"Fair enough." The lights shut off one by one as you made your way down the hall. When you reached the lobby, you leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms. "How did you know I wanted to go?"
"Besides the fact that you've been not so subtly hinting at it for the past few weeks?" It was your turn to blush as he continued. "I listen."
"And I love that about you." With a dreamy sigh, you closed your eyes. "I can practically taste the food. You truly are my hero."
There was a strangled sound on the other end before he coughed and stammered through his words. "I-well you, it's uh…I'll be there soon." Then he hung up and you couldn't help the small laugh that echoed through the dim lobby. It seemed you always knew exactly what to say to fluster the pro hero.
"Was that Deku?" Hanna, your receptionist called from behind the desk, hugging a stack of papers to her chest. "He's such a sweetheart!"
You jumped, not realizing she was there. "I thought you went home?"
"Oh, I was, but this fax just came through marked as urgent. I was just going to finish up the paperwork before I head home." She set the papers down and organized them into their respective piles.
"I swear, you're just as bad as Izuku." you laughed, coming around to the other side of the desk. "Go home Hanna."
"Oh, but I'm almost done!" She reached for the papers again but you gently grabbed her hands and turned her around.
"I promise it will be waiting for you tomorrow. But go enjoy the rest of your evening, okay?"
Hanna made a half-hearted effort to grab the papers one more time but gave up with a sigh. "All right. But you have to promise to enjoy yourself too. Oh, and tell me how Bonavici's was! And- and tell Deku he's…" she trailed off with a blush and you only laughed, pushing her towards the door.
"Good night Hanna."
She grabbed her purse and waved goodbye to you before she finally left. Hanna was a hard worker but it was always difficult to get her to stop working, a similar issue you faced with Izuku. Rolling your eyes fondly, you went back to the desk to clean up the rest of the papers and try to finish some of her workload before Izuku arrived.
The front bell chimed a minute later and you glanced into the waiting room, ready to tell whoever it was that you were closed for the night, only to come face to face with a gun.
"Hey Doc," a man drenched from head to toe panted, looking grimy and irritated in his wet clothes. "Got a sec?"
Two more men burst through the door, dragging a third, much less lively man between them. Blood streaked across the linoleum as his limp legs trailed behind him. The barely conscious man was also covered in water, droplets mixing with the concerning amount of red pooling underneath him.
When you remained in place partly from shock and partly from terror, the leader waved his gun at you in annoyance. "Well, don't just sit there!" he yelled, "you're a doctor, right? Well, you've just got yourself a new patient."
You glanced at the man hanging between his two buddies, shivering slightly as he let out a harsh cough, spraying blood across your once clean floors. It was clear he was in a bad position but you were just a small outpatient clinic. This was something that an E.R. would be more equipped to handle, not you.
"He needs a hospital. I don't have the-" the gun was roughly shoved against your cheek and you snapped your mouth shut.
"You're a doctor. You fix him. Fix him now." The threat was clear and all you could do was nod, trying to ease yourself away from the cold barrel resting way too comfortably on your face.
"Okay," you swallowed thickly and pointed down the hall. "Take him to a room."
As the two underlings dragged the man down your darkened hall, leaving a bloody trail in their wake, you took a deep breath trying to remain as calm as the situation would allow. The only thing keeping you together was the fact that Izuku was on his way. It wouldn't be long. Besides, if you could help the man, then you would.
Bossman lingered in front of the desk, gun still trained on you, guestering for you to go first. He would be a problem. Especially if he kept waving that gun aroudn like a damn maraca. Reluctantly, you followed the trio into the first examination room and watched them lug the limp man onto the bed.
Steeling your courage, you stepped into the room and tried to ignore the guns and the thugs attached to the end of them and instead tried to focus on your new patient. Most of the damage seemed to be around his stomach. There was a nasty gash on the side of his head, carving a neat little river of red down the side of his face, flowing right over the deep-set bruise near his temple. Along with the apparent dip in freezing water, he'd been through the wringer tonight.
Washing your hands and slapping on some fresh gloves, you cut the mostly torn shirt away to examine the wound further. Bullet holes. Three of them. Burn wounds around the site indicated they had probably been fired point blank. That was a problem.
"Help me turn him on his side." you whispered, glancing at one of the men, not even sure if they would listen.
The closest one grunted and helped you pull him on his side. Wary of the man, you leaned in closer to get a better look at the hole in his back. Two exit wounds which meant the third was still inside. Who knows what kind of internal damage he'd already suffered. Just stitching him up wasn't going to cut it.
"He needs surgery," you rolled him back over and turned to the Boss. "This is just a small outpatient clinic. I don't have the right equipment for that kind of operation. If we call an ambulance and take him to the hopsi-"
That wasn't what he wanted to hear. The next thing you knew, he had you by the collar of your shirt and the gun nestled into your hairline. Your words choked on your gasp as he leaned in mere inches from your face enough to smell the tobacco in his breath.
"You save him. If he dies…you die." He growled it out quietly and you squeezed your eyes shut to keep calm.
This man, while you would try your best, needed more help than you could currently offer. He'd already bled out to the point of an unsettling pale sheen. His breath was staggered and shallow. Each time he coughed, red spittle spattered his lips. This would quickly become his death bed if these men couldn't see reason.
"Listen to me," you pleaded, "let me call an ambulance. If you want to save his life then he needs better care than I can do here."
"So you're saying you're useless." He narrowed his eyes, pressing the gun further into your temple and you shook your head furiously, instinctively trying to wiggle out of his grip.
"No! No! I can staunch the wounds here, but he needs surgery to repair the damage and probably a blood transfusion. None of those things can be done here. Please, you need to understand he-"
"No!" he screamed in your face then finally stepped away to pull at his hair. "No, we can't go to any hospitals. You fix him here and you fix him now!" The moment he stepped away, you deflated, but a moment later he whipped the gun back to you with a scowl. "Do it! Now!"
Best not to argue with an unstable gunman. Grabbing the antiseptic and bandages, you went to work cleaning the wounds. The bullets did some pretty severe damage and most likely pierced his gut, possibly a kidney as well. You did your best to stop the bleeding, but even if you stitched him up, the risk of internal bleeding was too great to ignore, paired with his already tremendous amount of blood loss. His chances were extremely low and dropping by the second.
"I can't work with that gun on me," you whispered, hoping to god that it wouldn't rile him up further. "I need space."
For once, he actually listened to you and barked orders for the other two men to go keep a look out in the front. They filed out of the room, leaving you alone with their boss who paced the length of the small room occasionally throwing nervous glances to the man on the bed. You worked in tense silence, cleaning the wound and trying to stop the heavy bleeding.
You kept your eye on the clock in the room, counting down the seconds. If you could just keep him at bay for a little longer, then you could make it out of here. It was becoming increasingly clear that this man was too far gone with his injuries and without greater medical help, he would surely die. But there was no chance in hell you'd tell that to Mr. Gunman over there. Not when he seemed way too trigger happy.
After you finished cleaning the area, your shaking fingers grabbed the suture kit, but you paused and checked his pulse. It was thready and barely there. Not a good sign. Taking a big breath, you turned your attention back to the criminal in one more attempt to plead his case.
"He needs a hospital. This man won't survive with some simple stitches. If he's really your friend then-"
You never got to finish the sentence before you unceremoniously crashed into the ground, clutching your throbbing cheek. The sharp sting where he'd pistol whipped you spread out along your jaw all the way up to your ear. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up at the wrathful figure looming over you.
"Don't make me tell you again," he growled low and threatening.
When you didn't move from your spot on the floor, still in shock, he bent down and clutched your collar to hoist you roughly to your feet. Then he flung you towards the bed. You stumbled into the frame with a yelp. That was when you noticed the hiccupping moans and short pained gasps. It was something you'd heard before and your stomach plummeted.
It happened almost too quickly to react. He took one last heavy drag before he went completely limp. His chest stilled, breath dying in his throat. You pressed two desperate fingers against his neck and waited but got nothing. Shit.
"What happened?" The man pressed against you to get a better look.
Not daring to answer, you placed your hands on his bare chest and started compressions. "Bottom drawer on the end. Grad the A.E.D. kit. Now!"
He did as told, keeping an eye on you as he shuffled through the cabinets until he found the kit. You finished one set of compressions and quickly fixed the two leads above his heart and under the ribs. Stepping back, you waited as the machine made a decision.
"Shock advised." The A.E.D. buzzed out and you cleared yourself, pressing the button. The all-too-pale man jerked on the table as the current raced through him, but it wasn't enough. You shocked him a second time with the same results. A third time and the man grabbed your shoulders, his nails digging through your coat.
"Is he-"
"Not yet," you murmured, too afraid to give him the truth. "I just need to restart the heart." He'd lost too much blood for that to be effective. The man was gone, but you still needed to buy time until he deemed you useless.
The room was quiet for a moment as the two of you stood there staring down at the man. Quietly, you pulled the pads off his chest and set them with the machine on the small, wheeled table beside the bed.
Behind you, the boss's breathing grew heavy, and you grasped your trembling fingers together. "He's dead." The gun dropped to his side as if defeated. "He is, isn't he?"
His sudden somber change in mood caught you off guard, but when you met his gaze, there was something unreadable swimming in his eyes. Then his senses seemed to catch up to him and he pressed the gun into the side of your head.
You blinked, stumbling back into the tray table, spilling the machine on the ground. He followed you all the way to the wall until your head slammed into it but you barely registered the pain, more focused on the barrel digging into your skull.
"I told you not to let him die." He growled, his voice on the verge of breaking. "I told you what would happen if you LET HIM DIE!"
"I didn't- he was gravely injured. He needed a hospital!" Your fingers pressed harder into your forehead, mushing your cheek into the wall as he tried to tame that wild burning anger flickering through his emotions. "I'm-I'm sorry!"
"You useless piece of-" the gun cocked, and a sob escaped your throat just as his finger pulled the trigger.
Izuku pulled into the empty lot where your small free clinic sat. The building was your pride and joy and after a few years of start up had become a staple in the rundown community it was centered in. It was actually a big factor in how he met you so this place had become quite special to him as well.
A little too lost in thought, he nearly missed the figure that darted in front of his car. Cursing, he slammed his breaks as Hanna, your receptionist, slapped his hood, face cloaked in the shadows above his lights.
"Hanna!" He put the car in park and jumped out. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! Are you alright?"
"Deku!" She cried and grabbed his arm in a panic.
Immediately he knew something was wrong. Hanna was always a bit of a fanatic, but she usually was able to keep her composure. This was a new side he'd yet to see.
"What's wrong?" He grabbed her own arm in return.
"Inside, four of them. They- they just barged in as I was getting in my car," she pointed to the clinic. "One of them was hurt pretty badly and they- they had guns Deku!" She grabbed her head and turned back to the clinic. "I called the police, but they never come quickly in this area. I knew you were coming but I didn't have your number and I wanted to help, but I didn't know what else to do!"
"Hanna, Hanna," Izuku grabbed her shoulders to center her focus. "It's okay, you did the right thing. I need you to wait out here for the police, okay. Get in your car and stay hidden until they arrive. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded, taking in a shuddering breath and then set her face. "Yes. Please help her Deku!" Then she slipped past him towards her car.
Izuku wasted no time in rushing for the door. He had to be careful of the glass doors giving him away. From inside, he could see two men who looked to be arguing with each other. Strapped to their belts were guns. Though you were nowhere in sight which didn't bode well.
He would need to deal with these two quietly less risking anyone figuring out he was here and jeopardizing your safety. Going through the front would signal his arrival, especially with the bell on the door. Though there was the delivery entrance. It was in the back and would make a discrete entrance.
At the back of the building, he found the service entrance and made quick work of the lock on the door. That was something easily replaceable. You on the other hand were not. He needed to hurry. Slipping through the heavy metal doors, he found himself in the darkness of the storage area. He could hear the low murmurs of the men in the lobby past the door. They sounded angry, cooking up some revenge scheme on the 'bastards that dared mess with their gang.'
"Call up Tanzan. Tell him to get the boys ready. As soon as we're done here, we're going after them next." One of the men said, twisting his gun in his hand. "I ain't lettin' em get away with doing that to Kanko."
"You think he's gonna be okay?" The other younger one glanced down the hall, crossing his arms. "He was in a bad way."
"Boss's got the doc on it, don't worry bout it," he shrugged. "But if he does kick the bucket, then we got the greenlight to take them all down. No witnesses."
"Even the…" The younger man trailed off, still staring down the hall. "But that's-"
"Look Karou, you wanted in? You're in. But that means you need to be fully in." The man stepped towards him, poking him in the chest. "If boss says no witnesses, then no witnesses. Got it?"
Karou nodded, eyes wide, and whispered, "got it."
Izuku clenched his teeth as he listened, getting angrier by the second. He opened the door to the storeroom and crouched low as he quietly made his way to the front desk. Leaning against the wood, he peered around the corner.
Blackwhip melted off his arm and in an instant, he stood up from his hiding spot, flinging out two tendrils at each of them. Before they had a chance to react, he wrapped their mouths and dragged them across the lobby, straight into his fist.
They didn't stand a chance and dropped like flies. Izuku zip-tied them together and wasted no time in heading down the hall. The light was on in the first room and he slowed when he heard yelling.
"-happen if you LET HIM DIE!" An irate voice screamed.
"I didn't-" that was your voice, thin and wobbly - "he was gravely injured. He needed a hospital! I'm-I'm sorry!"
Izuku hurried to the open doorway just in time to see you pressed against the wall, gun buried in your hair. There was a nasty bruise growing on your cheek and you were trembling in place, eyes squeezed shut in terror.
"You useless piece of-" the gun cocked and a sob escaped your throat just as his finger pulled the trigger.
The resounding blast nearly echoed around the room and everything was silent for a moment as Izuku glared down the gunman with such wrath that sparks flew from his skin. He held the barrel of the gun just above your head where a smoke wafted out of the small hole in the wall. Mere inches from your face. Mere inches from death.
"Izuku," his name was whispered in such a small fragile voice, but he couldn't bring himself to look at you, not when his blood was boiling with barely held rage.
He squeezed the barrel so tight, the metal crunched between his fingers. The boss let go and stumbled back in shock. Izuku dropped the gun and faced the man, quirk sparking around him.
"De-Deku." He muttered. "What…what are you doing here?"
Izuku took another step towards him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" A cursory glance and the bed told him the rest of the story.
The boss narrowed his eyes and reached behind him, pulling out another gun. Izuku was in front of him in the blink of an eye, wrenching the gun from his hands and punching him across the room. He slammed into the wall, spiderwebs cracking out from the plaster. The man coughed and fell forward with a pained groan.
Behind him, your legs gave out and you slid down the wall, staring at the man on the other side of the room. Izuku finally seemed to come back to his senses and turned around.
"Y/N," he said, kneeling in front of you. "Hey, can you look at me?"
Izuku gently cupped your face and brought your gaze back to him. Your vision had blurred over, finally letting the tears spill over as you locked eyes with him. He kept his face calm, but you could see it in the slight tremble of his hands on your face, the stray sparks that he couldn't quite dial down, the hold he had on his breath.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked, thumb gently rubbing over the deep bruise on your cheek.
It took you a few seconds to process the question before you shook your head. He nodded and that breath he had been holding finally let itself out in a relieved sigh. Another few seconds and that panic that had hitched itself inside your own lungs finally broke free in a heavy sob. You buried your face into his chest and he pulled you in tight, not daring to let you go. He rested his chin on the crown of your head, gently rubbing soothing circles over your back until you calmed enough to catch your shallowed breath. When you pulled back, you kept your fingers tightly clamped to his jacket desperately seeking the comfort he provided.
"You're okay now," he whispered, turning your chin up to look at you. "Can you stand?"
With his help, you stood up on shaky legs, the adrenaline still running rampant through your veins like a hijacked bullet train. You glanced at the bed, but he blocked your view and led you out of the room and into the lobby where the other two were already incapacitated and unconscious.
"Wait here for just a minute. I'll be right back, I promise." He said quietly, kneeling in front of the chair you plopped down ungracefully in, but he hesitated to leave as he searched your face. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Physically?" you touched your tender cheek. "I'm fine. A bit shaken I guess."
He offered you a smile. "You were really brave, given the circumstances. Wait here for me, the police should be here any minute."
One last look over you and he stood up to go back into the exam room. You watched him leave with your hands locked in a death grip on the chair handles. You took the moment alone to a suck in a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. All that adrenaline with nowhere to go finally drained, leaving you feeling exhausted and sick to your stomach. With a small moan, you leaned forward and covered your eyes.
A few moments later, a hand rested on your shoulder, startling you back to your feet. But it was only Izuku who grabbed you before you could trip backwards. His eyes were wide and full of concern.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he spoke softly, his solid grasp spreading warmth back into your shoulders. "Everything's under control now."
"Is it?" you couldn't help glaring at the hallway. "That man's dead in there because I couldn't save him. What good is a doctor who can't save a single person."
That sounded a little too familiar to Izuku and he quickly shook his head. "He also had three serious bullet wounds to the chest that were bleeding out long before he even made it here." Izuku caught your gaze again. "I just spoke to Tsukauchi. They were part of a small-time gang trying to make a big move on another territory. He was lucky to have survived long enough to make it here."
As if on cue, flashing lights dipped through the shades and a few officers hurried into the lobby. The next few hours went by in a blur as Izuku spoke to the officers and you gave your statement on auto pilot. By the time the two of you finished, it was late into the night and exhaustion was threatning to take it's hold over you.
"Please let me take you to the hospital. You could have a concussion," Izuku asked for the third time and for the third time, you shook your head.
"I'm fine. I am a doctor you know."
He gave you a genuine smile, the first of the night and squeezed your hand. "No wonder they say doctors make the worst patients. Fine, but if you won't let me take you to get looked at then I'm going to take care of you myself."
"I can't argue with that," you returned that genuine smile, albiet a small wobbly one. "But right now, I just want to go home. Can we please go home now?"
The criminals were long gone and the last of the officers had just left, leaving the two of you alone inside. There was still the blood-streaked floors that you would need to clean up tomorrow and what was left of the mess inside that exam room after the coroner left. It was something that you just couldn't handle even thinking about tonight. All you wanted was your head to hit that pillow and get some much-needed rest.
"Come on," he led you outside, carefully avoiding the stains on the floor as he went.
When you finally reached his car and slumped into the passenger’s seat, you let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temples. Izuku got behind the wheel but instead of turning the car on, he sat there for a moment staring at his nearly white knuckled grip.
"I guess I never asked if you were okay," you broke the silence and he flinched.
"Me?" That seemed to confuse him. "You were the one that had to deal with that tonight. I'm sorry I wasn't able to get there sooner. I was almost too late." The last part was whispered out so quietly, you nearly missed it.
"You were right on time. You always are." You managed to free his grip on the wheel and squeezed his fingers with your own. "Thank you Izuku. You really are my hero."
He met your gaze, wide green eyes searching your own. "And you are my world."
"Well as cheesy as that was, your world is still very hungry." you leaned back on the headrest, refusing to let go of his hand. "Bonavici's can wait, but I could really go for a burger. There's just something about facing death that really stirs the appetite."
Despite your attempt to lighten the mood, he frowned and leaned over to wrap you in a tight hug, a bit of an awkward angle, but he made it work. You blinked at the sudden embrace before melting into it.
"I'm glad you're okay." He whispered into your hair. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Then he chuckled, a bit hollow, and squeezed tighter. "Let's go get that burger."
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