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mitosis // peter parker

pairing: peter parker x stark! reader

summary: you and peter have a bio project on asexual reproduction; specifically, mitosis. the avengers believe there is a different type of reproduction going on, and hint hint, it is not asexual.

warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, tony stark is a FOOL, the avengers are horrible meddling matchmakers, swearing, mentions of sex but no smut, poor bruce just wants to help

w/c: 10.4k (i'm so sorry i got carried away)

“this might be a bad time to ask, but what… is… that?” you slapped your hand next to a diagram of a cell splitting itself into pieces, like some fucked up version of a minecraft slime that existed in your body—no, was your body.

peter sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes, but you could tell he wasn’t actually upset. his lips were pursed and the corners of his mouth curved downwards, which was a telltale sign that he was holding back a laugh.

“you do realize that this project is due in a week, right?” peter, who had been lying on his stomach while studying, pushed himself off the ground to meet your eye level. he scooched a bit closer to you, pushing the textbook out from between you so he could get close enough for his knees to touch yours.

“duh, i totally knew that. it’s on my calendar and everything.” you and peter both looked up at the captain-america-holding-puppies themed calendar on your wall; peter raised his eyebrows, amused, when he saw that the entire month was blank.

“i mean my digital calendar. who even uses physical calendars anymore? that’s so stupid. i only bought it to support the puppies. not because steve looks really g- not because i wanted to use it, or anything. besides, it’s good decor.”

peter didn’t try to hold back his laughter this time. he pressed his hands to your cheeks, shaking your head. “you’re so dumb, you know that right?” you grinned, except not really, because your face was being squished.

“no! your fashe is shtupid!” you swatted at his hands, scrambling for the discarded textbook and holding it up in front of your face to shield yourself from his attack.

peter chuckled breathlessly, guiding the textbook down from between the two of your faces until it brushed against both of your legs, which hadn’t stopped touching. peter caught his breath and his playful expression from a minute ago softened into a look of adoration. you smiled faintly at him, eyes darting between his. sure, the two of you were friends. best friends, maybe—but you had always thought that was unfair to MJ and ned—but you weren’t the type of friends to hold each other’s faces (even if it was just a joke) or sit so close to each other (even if it was just for the convenience of sharing a textbook) or get lost in each others’ eyes (even if that’s what you were doing right now).

you heard your father’s sing-song voice as his muffled footsteps (he was probably wearing his new iron man slippers) approached your door. “oh stark spawnnn… my favorite child…”

the trance that you and peter were in broke immediately. you smiled sheepishly and pushed yourself off the ground to go see why your father was calling you. you only took a few steps before the door flew open to reveal an energetic tony stark.

“how many red bulls have you had today?” you sighed, having given up on trying to reduce your father’s energy drink dependency long ago.

“uh, five.” he checked his watch. “it’s only 11 though!” he shrugged his shoulders. “anyways, i need you to- oh hi spiderboy.” tony looked past your shoulder to see a pink-faced peter sitting awkwardly next to an open biology textbook and two backpacks. peter raised his hand in greeting, not wanting to push it by using words considering he was already in the daughter of his mentor’s room.

“you needed?” you prompted, stealing a glance at peter at the same time your father did. you were antsy, wanting to get back to doing whatever it was that you had been doing with peter as soon as possible.

“right. you know you’re my favorite kid, right? remember how i took you to mexico last month and let you buy as much street food as you wanted? you’re a really good, smart, cool kid, you know? i-”

“alright, spit it out. and don’t even get me started on mexico—that was because you had a mission. so,” you sighed, unable to stay mad at him after seeing the guilt creeping on your dad’s face. if tony stark was showing any emotion other than narcissism, something must’ve been seriously wrong. “what did you do?”

“okay, so i might have gotten into an argument with cap…” you looked at him suspiciously. that was a pretty normal occurrence. “…aaand i may have called him ageriatriccosplayerinspandex…. uh… wholookslikehecouldbeinasexyfirefightercalendar… but that he was sopurethathewouldprobablycombustjustlookingatthecostumes.”

“dad. i- i have no clue what you just said and i don’t really want to, considering the only words i could make out were ‘geriatric, spandex, sexy firefighter, combust’ and that doesn’t sound very promising.” tony looked down at the floor in shame.

“so you came to me to help you to help steve to forgive you? aren’t you like, the adult here?” tony pushed his glasses up his nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“i, uh, can’t. because he’s locked himself into his room and the last time i saw him he was probably as red as my suit. and you know he’ll listen to you over me!” tony whined, pulling at his hair, distressed.

“okay, okay. yeah, i’ve got it. now can you go and eat something? all that redbull’s gonna kill you if you don’t have carbs to soak it up. or at least i think that’s how nutrition works. i don’t know. when you and steve finish filming your firefighter porno, you can ask him about it. after all, he’s a supersoldier.” you grabbed your father’s arms to turn him around, then dug your palms into his back to push him out the door. “goodbye favorite father!”

“i’m your only father!” you heard tony yell back at you as your door slammed shut.

“jeez, i’m so sorry about that peter.” you threw yourself onto your bed with a couple of bounces from the impact. peter laughed, coming up to meet you on the plush comforter. he grabbed a pillow and laid it under your head, which you raised gratefully so that he could slide it underneath you. as he fluffed the pillow, peter’s hand slipped behind your neck to pull your hair out from beneath you and ran his fingers through it absentmindedly as he splayed it out like sunbeams around your head. you hummed contentedly.

“so, steve’s a sexy firefighter, huh?” peter mused, his calloused fingers brushing gently at your hairline, pulling stray strands and baby hairs out of your eyes.

“i could see that,” you grinned. “he’s got the body to be a calendar model, for sure. i mean, he’s already got a puppy calendar. i wouldn’t be opposed to 12 different pictures of shirtless steve in my room.”

peter was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. “your dad said something about steve listening to you?” he wasn’t jealous or anything, just curious about your relationship with him. i mean, steve was pretty nice. and chivalrous. and adored. and really, really, really ripped-

“oh yeah, he did say that. steve and i are kind of similar, you know? we’re just surrounded by tech geniuses and STEM minds,” you raised your hand to tap his nose, and missed, poking him in the lips, “like you. and it gets a little isolating sometimes, not being able to do that kind of stuff. steve’s a really talented artist, you know? but he doesn’t really show anyone his work because he feels like it’s not as important as what everyone else does. and, well, it’s not like i inherited my dad’s genes or anything.” your eyes were fixed on the ceiling. “sometimes i wonder if being tony stark’s kid is worth it, you know? maybe if i had been adopted by a normal family, i wouldn’t feel so inadequate all the time, surrounded by fucking superheros…” you trailed off, losing yourself to your own thoughts.

“do you really feel like that?” peter’s voice was laced with concern. he crawled over to you with as much grace as one could have when crawling around on a bed—which is to say, none—so he could look you in the eyes. you smiled at the bed creaking and sinking under his shifting weight, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“is that really what you think of yourself?” peter had propped himself up with his forearm stretched your body, his other arm pressed into the space beside your head so that his face was floating just a foot above yours. you turned your head to the side, not wanting to get into all of your deepest darkest insecurities when you had originally planned on working on your biology project. you were not emotionally prepared for this.

“uh, i should probably check on steve. my dad is probably gonna keep interrupting us to beg if i don’t play peacemaker, like, right now. and interruptions would be really bad for, uh, our productivity.

‘cuz we have to work on that project about miosum. miolsis. mitosis.” you slipped out from beneath peter’s body, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you lingered by the door.

“yeah, um, yeah. you’re right.” peter shook his head rapidly, trying to gain control of his thoughts and slow his racing heart. “yeah. and you were right, it’s mitosis. MJ and ned are doing miosis.”

he could tell that those words made no sense to you; that blank stare did not escape his watchful eye. “go see steve. i’m sure that… he needs you. he probably needs someone close right now, or something.” peter laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. stupid peter! stupid, stupid peter! why are you encouraging her to leave?

“yeah, that’s a good idea,” your hand was on the doorknob, but you made no indication of wanting to leave. “yeah, he’s really important to me, and i wouldn’t want to see him upset. so i should probably be a good-” you coughed, “friend. a good friend to him.” why did you do that? friend? why friend? friends plural? what about friends? why about friends? what does that even mean? with one last glance over your shoulder, you ripped open the door and slammed it behind you, fast-paced steps echoing in the hallway as you practically sprinted away from your room, and from peter.

as soon as he heard your footsteps recede, peter flopped onto your bed much as you had done just a few minutes ago. he groaned, flinging his arm over his forehead with dejection. why was he always screwing things up? he had been so close to you, twice, and both times he had managed to break the tension before it could go anywhere. well, the first time was tony’s fault. but the second time was all on him—he had upset you to the point where you literally ran away from him into the arms of the person he was jealous of.

the door flew open again. what now? why is there no privacy around here?

“i thought i heard something!” sam and bucky stood in the doorway, the former leaning against the frame with a smirk and the latter behind him with his arm crossed and his permanent grimace affixed to his face.

“h-hey! uh, what are you guys doing here?” peter stuttered, pushing himself off the bed and standing with his arms pressed flat against his sides, eyes darting around the room as if he had just hidden a corpse under the bed.

“i could ask the same,” sam probed, easily seeing through peter’s poor attempt at nonchalance. “stark’s kid, huh?” sam nodded, looking peter up and down appraisingly. he elbowed bucky, who had not been paying attention whatsoever, and the two of them whispered to each other furiously before turning back to peter, who was extremely confused and a bit uncomfortable.

“uh, yeah. we were just-” peter’s arms peeled off from their aggressively straightened position as he tried to conjure up an explanation as to why he was in your room, in your bed, without making it seem like he was a perv digging around your personal belongings.

“so, where’s your other half? hiding under the bed? in the closet, maybe? no need to be embarrassed kids, we all saw it coming.”

“what are you even talking about- there’s nobody- what?” peter gulped, watching as bucky shoved sam to the side, striding menacingly towards him. oh shit. were they going to kill him because they thought he was a stalker, or something? wait, what if bucky thinks i’m trying to steal steve’s girl? oh god, this is it. this is the end. bucky’s metal hand wrapped around peter’s tense shoulder. peter shut his eyes, preparing for the worst. instead, bucky’s flesh hand ruffled peter’s hair; and to peter’s shock, the grumpy supersoldier’s face was bearing the faintest hint of amusement.

“you two stay safe, alright?” bucky extended his hands, much to peter’s further confusion. a box of extra large condoms with a stick-on bow landed in bucky’s hands. he promptly handed the gift to peter.

peter’s eyes flickered from the festive condom box to sam, who was mimicking a basketball shoot, to bucky, who was trying his best to paste his frown back on, but clearly struggling as he took in peter’s bewilderment and sam’s ridiculousness.

“right, we’re done here! and you can come out from under the bed, we don’t care.” sam yelled back to peter as he dragged bucky away, muttering something that sounded like “horny teenagers…”

obviously, there was nobody under the bed. you were probably busy consoling steve in his bed. not that peter was thinking about you being in beds, of course. i mean, sure, he was, but in a purely innocent way. like, you were sitting on a frame you got from IKEA. super pure and stuff.

peter blinked a few times, swaying dazedly in place before resigning himself to brainstorming project ideas. he probably should’ve been mad that his project partner didn’t even know what mitosis was—the topic they had been studying for two weeks now—but he knew he could never be upset with you. instead, he pulled out his laptop and started taking notes for you. he had the material down, but after hearing how you’d felt inadequate around science and technology-oriented people, he’d be damned if he made you feel like you didn’t understand the material. (even if you didn’t.)

peter was so swept up in his work that he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of you hissing at natasha as she laughed. it wasn’t like he wanted to listen in on your conversation or that he was a creep—he couldn’t help it! he had superhuman hearing, after all.

“—sleeping with him! i knew something was going on.” natasha wasn’t even trying to be quiet, and even with his hands over his ears, he could hear every word. he cursed his unnatural hearing

abilities. sleeping with someone? who were you sleeping with? why didn’t he know about this? peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to know anyway.

“i am not sleeping with him, you creep! since when did you become a conspiracy theorist?” peter heard natasha’s amused snort.

“riiight. so you just so happen to smell like cologne and you have bedhead in the middle of the afternoon when you and i both know you were up at 7:30 today?”

you groaned. your voice was pretty close to the door now, and peter nearly slammed his head down into the textbook so it wouldn’t look like he’d been intentionally eavesdropping.

“goodbye, natasha.” the door swung open to reveal a disgruntled figure who indeed had bedhead. shit. you were sleeping with steve. and he had basically encouraged you to. peter had never wanted to get punched in the face more.

“hey,” you sighed, collapsing dramatically next to peter’s side. his back was hunched over in concentration, but as your body brushed against his arm, he stiffened. you looked concerned. “everything good?”

peter thought he was going to be sick.

“yeah! yep, i’m totally good. really great, actually, because i just remembered that may said we were getting thai tonight! so i should probably get back earlier.” he forced out an unconvincing laugh. “uh, i took notes for you. i’ll just share the document when i get home, or something. okay! bye! see you tomorrow! i’m super excited to work on our project!” peter rambled as he shoved everything into his backpack, zipping it up with unnatural speed and running out of your room without so much as a look backwards.

sunday morning was rainy and humid. peter steeled himself before knocking on your bedroom door, squeezing out the last of the water in his floppy hair.

“pete!” you squealed, happy to see him. after his abrupt leave yesterday, you thought you might’ve done something wrong and spent the night restlessly wracking your brain for anything that could’ve upset him. you never ended up figuring it out; your brain only stopped it’s churning after the first glimmers of sunrise peaked through your window.

you threw yourself into peter’s chest, knocking the air out of him. after a second or two, peter wrapped his arms around yours and rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly, making sure it didn’t slip down further than would be platonically acceptable. your arms clung around his waist possessively, clinging onto him as if he was going to run away again.

“you’re gonna get all wet if you keep hugging me like this,” peter chided, craning his neck to rest his chin on the crown of your head. you were a bit too short for it to be a comfortable position, and the two of you had always laughed about it, but the truth was peter enjoyed the closeness of it. he felt your warm breath against his damp shirt as you mumbled something with your face pressed into his body. it tickled.

“hm? what was that?” just like yesterday afternoon, he stroked the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. you sighed, melting into his embrace even more.

“i said your chest is too hard. i feel like i’ve given myself a concussion.” you scoffed. “you’d make the worst pillow ever. absolutely horrible at cuddling,” you mumbled, pressing your face back into his chest and inhaling deeply, “and you’re like the worst hugger.”

peter laughed and you could feel his body vibrating around you. you unwravelled yourself from him but kept your hands on his biceps so you could pull back steadily. you looked him up and down and frowned when you saw his sneakers, which had left squeaky puddles of water outside your room.

“ew, look at the mud.” you poked his shoe with your fluffy-sock covered toe. “c’mon, i’ll find something for you to wear.” you pulled peter inside, your eyes fixated on your dresser with such determination that you missed the dopey smile on peter’s face as he trailed behind you, kicking the door shut once you were both in.

“take off your sneakers, they’re nasty.” you tossed a pair of bundled socks at peter with your back still turned as you dug through messy heaps of clothing. it hit his arm with a soft bump and another as it fell to the floor. you swung your head around, watching as he bent down to pick up the socks, already knowing what you were about to say it.

“i’m not even going to say anything.” you smirked. “i’ll save the peter tingle jokes to may.”

he pursed his lips together to try and suppress the grin that threatened to spread across his face as he sat on the edge of your bed and started untying his shoes. i have to control myself around her. she’s already taken—i think—and it would be so unfair for her to find out that i like her too. i can’t put her in that position. just act natural, peter. no pining.

“uh, all your shirts are in the wash.” you cracked your neck. “great. the minute i decided to wear them is when you need them the most.”

“you wear my clothes?” peter croaked, trying to fan away the image of you in one of those stupid science pun t-shirts he’d worn so often that they had softened from their original stiff, boxy, cheap structure into something comfortable enough for you to wear, apparently.

“yeah, sometimes. to bed, and whatever, you know?” you fiddled with a bundle of fabric in your hands bashfully.

why are we always talking about beds.

you cleared your throat. “anyways! i found this. if it doesn’t fit, i’m sure i can scrounge for something else.” this time, he caught the shirt when you tossed it over to him. crossing his arms, he pulled off his damp shirt in one sweep, much to your horror.

jesus holy shit fucking christ. no wonder his chest is so hard. oh god, i said that out loud to him, didn’t i? that’s so embarrassing, oh my god. why am i like this? i’m staring. it’s not just embarrassing anymore, it’s creepy. but look at him! the rainwater makes his abs look like they’re-

your ogling was interrupted by the sight of the new, dry shirt covering up his bare skin. you shakily met his eyes, praying he hadn’t noticed. of course he fucking noticed. peter pushed the curls from his forehead to reveal the shit-eating grin pasted across his stupid, perfect face.

“uh, i’m glad it fits!” you squeaked, spinning around as quickly as you could. you busied yourself with digging around for more clothes as you heard peter’s chuckle approaching you. he wrapped his arms around you once more as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“oh, you’re wet!” peter unstuck his shirt from your damp one. you spun around, ears burning and eyes wide open. “oh my god! sorry, not like that! no, i mean,” he gestured wildly to your torso, “your shirt! you hugged me and now you’re w- damp.” he forced himself to make eye contact with you and not linger his gaze too long on your thin, semi-translucent top.

you spun around again to face your dresser, letting out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding before resuming to your digging. you held up a shirt proudly. “hey! i found another one of your shirts.” you held it up triumphantly. “i didn’t even know this one was here.”

peter examined it. “i haven’t seen this thing in ages. i can’t believe it was you that’s been stripping my closet barren. i thought they just kept getting lost in the wash.”

stripping. that doesn’t mean anything. this is peter. peter is not a stripper. you would not strip for peter. or strip peter.

the two of you laughed awkwardly before you began to take your shirt off too. peter didn’t find it so funny now. “ah- are you going to ch-change here? should i- um- do you want me to leave? i’m so sorry ididntmeantolook i-”

you couldn’t see the bright red flush blooming on peter’s cheeks, as you were currently stuck in your shirt.

“shit. um, peter?” you wriggled around, trying to free yourself.

“y-yeah?”

“i’m stuck.”

“you’re… stuck?” peter turned around to see you half-shirtless, your hands held over your head as you tried to pull the damp shirt off your head unsuccessfully. he prayed that you wouldn’t ask him for help, because he thought if he had to look at you a minute longer, he’d do something incredibly stupid.

“yeah. the shirt was tight to begin with and then the water made it stick and i must’ve- anyways, uh, can you help me?”

peter gulped. “are you sure?”

“please,” you begged. “this is so embarrassing already, please just help me get out of this. it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bathing suit before and it’s like the same thing, right?”

yeah, it is the same thing, peter thought. and that’s the problem. seeing you in a bathing suit and seeing you now make me the same amount of nervous.

peter’s fingers tentatively brushed your ribcage and you shivered.

“i think it’s because my elbow is stuck in one of the sleeves.” you muttered from inside the shirt. “jeez, you’d think for a designer company, the clothing would be a bit more practical. i’m never letting dad buy me clothes ever again.”

peter gave your top a bit of a tug and you giggled in surprise as his fingers dragged up your chest, tickling your bare skin. he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips at the sight of you. you grinned once your head was free, and peter tossed the shirt behind him as he bore his eyes into yours, refusing to give in to his instinct to look down. the two of you stood like that for a while, your chest heaving as you caught your breath and peter’s heart pounding as he caught the movement from his peripheral.

“the fuck?” scott lang stood by the door, frozen in shock as his grip on his chocolate croissant loosened. the pastry fell to the ground with a sad thwap. “wow. i didn’t think i’d been gone for that long. it’s like all the interesting things happen when i’m away.” scott grumbled, scraping the chocolate off the floor.

“alright, i’ll leave the two of you to it. and next time, lock the door, goddamnit!” scott shook his head as he shut the door—properly this time—and walked away mourning the loss of his snack.

“i’m sorry, i must not’ve closed the door properly-” peter stuttered as you panicked. “i’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing i can’t believe everybody’s just seen me topless-” you rambled, pacing the room until you shivered.

“shit! i’m still not wearing a shirt!” you grabbed peter’s shirt—the one you had just been looking at—and slid it over your head in record speed.

peter barked a fake laugh. “that’s so funny!” he said, dead serious. “everyone’s… seen you shirtless? ha, ha, ha!” what the fuck.

“no, no that’s not it!” you fretted, taking his hands in yours. “no! i meant you and scott. and tony, obviously. and like, bruce. and wanda and natasha because we go shopping all the time, you know? not steve, though. i think he’d pass away on the spot.”

“oh! that’s… nice!” peter choked. so me and scott and tony. that makes sense. and bruce, maybe he was doing some medical thing? well, at least steve wasn’t on that list.

“...i realize now how weird that must’ve sounded.” you gulped. “i swear, i’m not stripping for the entire team. it- it makes more sense in context. i swear.” you rubbed his arm comfortingly, praying that he wouldn’t think the way you treated him was the same way you treated everyone else. no, the way you treated peter was very much different. maybe it was stupid to expect someone to be able to read your mind through your behaviors (well, not in wanda’s case), but you were terrified to cross any sort of boundary with peter, much less tell him how you’d been feeling lately, so you’d stick to, well, whatever this was.

“we should probably work on our project,” you commented.

“that’s a good idea.”

you hummed in agreement. “mitosis, right?”

“yep. cell division. did you get my notes?”

“yes,” you were unnervingly still as you stood by peter’s side, refusing to meet his eye. all of a sudden, you felt him take a sharp breath and fall into a seated position on the ground, tapping a spot next to him. the two of you rummaged around for your textbooks and notes, getting to work on a project that the subject matter of which you had no clue.

the downside of peter’s freaky spider powers was his insane metabolism, and it probably didn’t help that he was a growing teenage boy. peter’s stomach was growling loudly after a few hours, and he’d insisted he was fine. after the third dull roar, you jumped up.

“alright, you masochist. you’re not starving to death on my watch. you stay here and do the work because that’s what you’ve been doing the whole time and i’ll go make us something to eat.” he smiled as you left, watching you leave, clad with his shirt.

“you guys done?” scott pulled up beside you, cracking his knuckles.

“holy shit!” you screeched, not expecting the presence of the man who had not only snuck up on you but had also just seen you half-naked.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you. are you kids hungry? i always get tired. it’s a lot of physical exertion.” he winked, poking around the cabinets with carelessly loud clatters.

“we’re probably gonna need another few days to finish,” you spoke absentmindedly, standing in front of the fridge as you investigated for anything with potential. “it’s turning out to be harder than i thought.”

“jesus, kid, you two are freaky! i never knew peter had it in him to- or should i say-”

“please do not finish that.” natasha swung herself over the countertop and settled into a relaxed slouch, her quiet entrance startling both of you.

“why are all of you so damn quiet?” you rolled your eyes, cutting up slices of different fruits.

“i could ask the same of you, we haven’t heard a peep. i thought tony was installing the soundproofing next sunday?” bucky trudged through the door, his footsteps loud and for once you were grateful. he leaned his hands on the counter and shared a look with natasha that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“trust me, i’m bitching and moaning plenty. this is taking so long,” you drawled, extending the vowels of your last word as you arranged the fruit onto a tray with a flourish. “alright, i’m out.”

you could hear the three avengers whispering loudly behind you as you made your way back to peter. “i can hear you, you know. why are all of you here anyways?”

“uh… we’re having a tea party?”

“okay, i cut out all the diagram parts last night. i didn’t start assembling them because i was pretty sure i’d end up gluing my hands together or putting it together wrong, so i figured we could just do it together.” peter had been coming over almost every day so that the two of you could work on your biology project. it turned out that as much as you hated biology, it was a lot more enjoyable when you got to work with peter.

“ooo, i love this part. it’s like assembling IKEA furniture.” the two of you looked over to your bed, remembering when peter had been visiting tony and found you in the middle of a pile of wood pieces, looking absolutely lost. he’d spent hours helping you undo the mistakes and put it together properly, and that’s when you knew that your feelings for him had changed.

you laughed at his excitement. charged with happiness, you rested your head on his shoulder without thinking. the two of you went silent almost immediately after comprehending the situation, and you moved to pull away, face burning. before you could, though, peter had slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. you turned your head and buried it into his neck, your smile uncontrollable as you relished his touch.

“we should probably get the glue,” peter noted.

“good call.” you mumbled into his shoulder, warm breath drawing shivers from him.

“thank you.”

you stared at the diagram pieces. “glue is very necessary component.”

“for sure.”

neither of you made any effort to get glue.

“anyways!” peter broke the silence by nudging his shoulder to probe your head out. “i’m gonna be honest, we could probably finish this today if we really tried. i mean, we’re literally a floor away from the most advanced technology lab in the entirety of new york, surrounded by the greatest scientists and innovative minds of the century, so-”

“please do not inflate my dad’s ego any further. against all rules of logic and science or whatever, that thing will never stop growing. it’ll grow until it swallows all of north america.”

“gotcha…” peter’s voice became softer, eyes growing a little hazy as he stared to the side of your face. his hand stretched out, fingers quivering ever so slightly, and for just a second, you thought that maybe he was going to take your chin in his hands and kiss you. but that’d be stupid, because you were just friends and kissing was decidedly non-platonic. instead, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ears.

“sorry, it was distracting me,” he confessed bashfully. “but i was gonna say is how i think it’s kind of funny that we’re making this 3-d cardstock diagram of the mitosis process when honestly? we could probably be testing mr. stark’s updated blasters or making lightsabers or something.”

you looked at peter for a second and then burst into a guffaw. “our project seems so trivial compared to all that, but is it weird that i actually think of this as my baby? we must’ve spent at least eight hours on this—yeah, i know we probably could’ve gotten away with finishing something simpler in half the time, but i really enjoy spending time with you—” you rushed, taking a breath after realizing what you had said, and then continuing just as quickly as you had been speaking before. “but this?” you picked up the meticulously cut components to your diagrams made of cardstock detailed with fine-lined sharpie drawings of spindly kinetochore-microtubule, cleverly crumpled cellophane chromosomes and little buttons for the chromatids.

“it’s not stupid!” peter blurted, quick to reassure you. “i’m pretty proud of it too. now let’s go use some of banner’s precision glue and assemble this bad boy.”

by the time the two of you had finished putting together every 3-d replica of the six stages of mitosis, your backs were sore from how long you’d been hunched over. you rolled your head and heard your neck crack loudly.

“holy shit, how long have we been here?” you mumbled, blinking forcefully to escape your fuzzy state of concentration. “FRIDAY? what time is it?”

“it is 7:45pm. you have not yet eaten; would you like me to place an order for dinner?”

peter’s head perked up at the sound of dinner. “DELMARS?” he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes even though he knew you wouldn’t need any convincing.

you sighed sarcastically, throwing your body across your chair as if you had just fainted. “if you insist,” you groaned. you raised your voice a bit to signal FRIDAY. “can i get the fried avocado tacos? two- nah, three of them. and please specify that i do not want them smushed down real flat.”

“hey, i’ll have you know that flattened sandwiches are more efficient and less messy to eat. and-”

you lost focus on peter’s words as he listed off his usual order; instead, you found yourself admiring his side profile. even from the lab table diagonal from him, you could see the brightness of excitement in his eye that you always found endearing. you loved watching him so happy over something as simple as sandwiches, and you felt honored that you were the one who got to experience that happiness. you wondered what it’d be like if he looked at you with that sort of gleaming adoration one day.

“right! i’m basically done; i just need to figure out how to do the cytokinesis shape.” peter announced, taking a peek at your three perfectly done models. you always had a better instinct for solutions, and creating what was essentially a three-dimensional figure eight with convincingly spherical outsides was something peter was scared to approach altogether.

“i’ve got you, pete!” you kicked off from the legs of your table and slid towards peter on your wheeled chair. perhaps you had used too much force because the momentum of your path sent you tumbling straight into peter’s chair, where you jolted forwards. you swore you could see each second ticking by in slow motion as your heads came closer and closer to collision, and your hands frantically reached out in front of you for something to prevent the impending bump and potential concussion. one of your flailing hands landed on his shoulder, which you squeezed hard until your nails dug into his skin. the other found a home on his upper thighs, where you tried to find a stable grip. almost immediately, peter’s eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red.

he gulped. “t-thank you! i actually have to go to the bathroom, so maybe could you finish this one for me?” his eyes darted around the room frantically, looking anywhere but at you. “and i’ll pick up the food while i’m at it! bye!” peter tugged his shirt down as he bolted through the automatic glass doors, leaving you alone and a bit hurt.

you fiddled with the model for a bit before you were able to arrange it in a shape you were satisfied with. setting everything aside and admiring the six perfectly made representations of mitosis, you let out a long, satisfied breath. finally, the worst of the biology projects for this year was over. it’d be smooth sailing from here on outwards. you’d be lying if you said you would miss peter’s presence in your room on chilly new york nights with cups of coffee beside you as you finished homework for non-bio classes. though the boy had been working with your father for a while, you never connected with him until partnered for this project, and you weren’t sure where that would leave you after the project was over. would he still come over for study sessions? would you go back to your individual friend groups? would he even be bothered to spend one-on-one time with you anymore?

peter returned with two paper bags in each hand and a triumphant smile on his face. you pumped your fist excitedly.

“yesss,” you hissed, jumping up and grabbing the bag with your name. “i feel like my stomach is eating me from the inside out. can we move up to the kitchen? don’t tell dad, but i’d kill for a coffee right now.”

“you’re drinking coffee? this late? that’s a bad idea, and you know i won’t hesitate to get mr. stark involved if y-”

“oh no, he doesn’t care about how late i drink coffee. he just thinks it’s a sin to pick coffee over redbull,” you shrugged, scooping up as much of your project as you could in one arm. “c’mon bugbaby!” you spared him a look before disappearing through the door and upstairs, absolutely ravenous.

peter stood there for a couple of seconds, feeling stupid, before he caught himself in the act. he forced his lips, which had been quirked up into a dopey smile, into a stoic line. he squished his face together to rid himself of his pinched eyebrows and dazed stare. and the sigh of adoration he had let out became a coughing fit. peter thumped his chest a couple of times to rid his throat of the imaginary block, but he couldn’t lie to himself. the thing making him choke up was his feelings for you, which had been shoved down for so long that they seem to have compressed themselves into a little ball that was now trying to escape through peter’s esophagus. well, shit!

by the time he had made it to the kitchen with the rest of the project in his arms, you were already perched on the countertop, swinging your legs contentedly and chewing your sandwich, which was decidedly not squished down real flat. your face lit up when you saw peter and you waved enthusiastically; in doing so, you knocked down a couple of the figures that you’d set down behind you tumbling to the ground.

“shit! peter! oh god,” you squeaked, putting down your sandwich on the wax paper and trying to scramble off the counter. peter dropped his bag on the ground and came to help you down, grabbing your waist and lifting you up before softly resting your feet on the floor. you giggled; his hands on your waist were tickling you. he smirked, realizing his opportunity to instigate a tickle war.

“don’t even th-” you warned him before your eyes widened as you remembered what you had come down for.

the two of you raced around the counter, terrified at what you might find. to your relief, the project was in perfect shape. the two of you were panting—peter was heaving with shock still painted on his face while you had your hand clutching the fabric of your shirt over your heart.

“i can’t breathe,” you confessed, laughing through your gasps as you tried to calm yourself down. you collapsed to the ground with a moan.

peter crouched down beside you, picking up one of the figures tentatively and examining it for potential cracks or weak spots. there was nothing; if the two of you hadn’t been there yourselves, you never would’ve been able to tell they’d dropped.

peter held the figure closer to your face, turning the model around so that you could see what he was referring to. “you’re so good,” he marveled, admiring the meticulous glue work that you’d done. he smiled with a sigh. “no one else could do it like you.”

you rolled your eyes. “come here.” you patted the floor next to where you were laying, but instead of joining you, peter grabbed the fallen figures and walked away. you whined.

“i’m coming, give me a second,” peter delicately arranged the fallen figures alongside the ones still on the counter. then he flopped down on the floor next to you, but instead of lying parallel to your body, he dropped his head on your stomach.

“peter!” you cried, smacking his forehead. “ugh, i hate you,” you groaned, trying to sit up so you could shove him off of you.

“no, you don’t,” he rebutted. peter wasn’t going to back down in a fight, so instead of allowing you to sit upright, he rolled the rest of his body on top of yours, effectively flattening you. you wanted to laugh, but your stomach was being pushed down by peter’s back.

“why… are you… so…” you heaved, “heavy?”

peter laughed evilly, rolling his body around so that his back was no longer on you; rather, so that you were stomach-to-stomach. he propped himself up on his elbows, letting his chest hover over yours. he smirked as he watched you grumble from underneath him. “i gotcha,” he whispered, face just a few inches from yours.

“why is this your go-to when fucking with me,” you poked his cheek with exasperation, making no effort to do so gently. “there are literally an infinite amount of things you could do to me and it’s always the one that ends up with me sore and unable to breathe.” you kicked your legs around threateningly before peter could open his mouth.

“i have knees and i’m not afraid to use them,” you taunted, deadly serious. you pushed your knee up, dangerously close to his upper thigh.

“nope! i’m done, i’m off! i concede!” he yelled, scrambling to escape. in his frantic movements, he ended up full-force dropping on you with no arms to soften the impact, and you both groaned. you turned your head, to avoid a forehead collision. also to avoid your lips from touching. that may have happened if you hadn’t turned your head, and having lips on lips is not very platonic.

“i swear to god, if you gave me a concussion, i’m gonna-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” tony raged, storming into the kitchen with his hands thrown up in the air. “WHERE ARE THE DAMN CHILDREN?”

scott stuck his head out from behind a corner to investigate the drama. (he loved drama.) “oh, your daughter? yeah, last time i saw her was in her room with peter; i think they were changing or something.”

“excuse me?” tony looked furious.

bruce arrived. “no, i actually let them use my lab. didn’t wanna disturb them. they’ve been working really hard on their bio project on reproduction so i just let them have the place to themselves.”

tony’s mouth dropped. “banner, are you shitting me? we all know what happens when two teenagers are alone in a room together! and we all know reproduction project does not mean… what it’s supposed to mean! you just let them? and in the lab too? did they even have safety goggles?”

bucky and sam, who never passed up the opportunity to hear fresh gossip and had crept in a while ago, gave each other knowing grins.

“don’t worry, tony,” sam held back a laugh.

“they’re definitely… safe…” bucky wheezed, the two of them struggling to stay upright as they watched tony’s rage slip into confusion.

natasha strolled in casually. “you got them protection?” she snorted. “cute.”

you and peter were frozen in your places. so frozen, in fact, that peter’s cheeks resembled the flaming red of anna’s hair and your knuckles had gone as pale as elsa’s snow. neither of you wanted to go out and face the crowd, so the two of you stayed extremely quiet as you prayed nobody would look over the counter.

“they’re right there,” clint yelled from his perch, pointing you two out.

tony stalked over, fuming. when he saw the situation, he was no longer fuming, but on fire. “PETER PARKER, GET YOUR STICKY, PUBESCENT HANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER.”

“i’m so sorry, m-mr. stark! i- we’re not-”

“it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaimed, pushing peter’s chest in an unsuccessful attempt to get him off of you. curse his perfectly chiseled 6-pack abs and his weird super-spider strength. just fucking move!

as tony panicked, you hissed at peter. “move!” he realized he had remained in place and clambered off you instantly, the two of you crawling over to separate corners to put as much space between your bodies as possible.

the crowd of avengers struggled to hold back their laughter. well, sam and bucky weren’t trying to at all. but the rest of them (unsuccessfully) attempted to stifle their roars.

“does anyone want to explain why i found two children committing unholy acts in the middle of my million-dollar kitchen?” tony seethed.

natasha raised her eyebrows. “you could’ve at least tried to keep it down, you know.”

“but we weren’t even-”

sam rolled his eyes. “no point in excuses not; you weren’t even trying to be discreet.” he pitched his voice up to imitate the two of you badly. “‘peter! oh god!’ ‘i’m coming!’ ‘you’re so good, no one else could do it like you!’”

“c’mon, and in a common area too? it’s my bad i barged into you guys before, but this one’s your fault, dudes.” scott scolded.

tony’s face was almost entirely red. bruce’s face was also red, for a different reason. tony pulled peter up by the collar. the two of them were shaking, also for very different reasons.

“so, not only are you sneaking around with my daughter behind my back,” tony poked peter in the chest. “but you’re doing… you’re doing the nasty with her too? and you have the nerve to defile my kitchen?” he shoved peter off of him, who stumbled backward.

tony kept creeping closer. “i should take away your suit. clearly, you aren’t trustworthy or responsible enough for this. you know, i had a lot of faith in you kid,” tony looked murderous. “and you screwed up big time.” he took a deep breath to compose himself, and his next words were low and threatening. “i don’t want to see you near my daughter ever again.”

you jumped to your feet, furious. “are you insane? peter and i are just friends!”

“oh yeah? explain why you were on top of each other, a- and all the things that sam said!”

your voices had raised considerably since the start of the confrontation. the onlooking avengers no longer found this very funny, and trickled out slowly.

“we’re friends! we’ve always been friends! you guys are just jumping to conclusions because peter just so happens to be a boy and i just so happen to be a girl!” peter had backed away a bit, which gave you the chance to get into your dad’s space.

“i don’t care what you are, there is no way i’m letting my daughter be with some sticky, hormonal, lit-”

“stop!” you shook your head, unbelieved. “stop it! you don’t get to talk about peter that way. peter and i are just friends, we have always been just friends, and we are always going to be just friends. so either you apologize to him, or you can go f-” you hesitated. “you can go fuck off.”

it might’ve been inappropriate timing, but peter’s heart broke.

tony silenced, his eyes narrowing at your outburst. he opened his mouth to snap back, but you grabbed peter’s hand and dragged him off, not bothering to look back. tony angrily stared at your intertwined fingers.

you and peter had retreated to your bedroom, where you slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed, tears already beginning to well up. peter sat by the foot of your bed, not daring to come any closer.

“i’m sorry,” peter croaked. he instinctively reached out to rub your leg consolingly, but pulled back just as quickly.

“don’t apologize. you didn’t do anything wrong,” you sniffed. “dad’s just being an asshole. a huge asshole. god, he can be so-” you shoved your face into a pillow and screamed. you sat up to face peter. “i’m the one who should be sorry. he- he had no right to treat you like that. absolutely none. and none of the things he said about you were true.”

you tentatively extended both your hands, palms up, and he took them in his. “i think the two of us just have a tendency to get caught up in arguments. we always say things we don’t mean. and i promise, the whole suit thing was a lie. he really loves you, pete. i hope you know that.”

a quiet tear rolled down peter’s cheek. you brushed it off gently. “i just- i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t see you anymore,” he choked. “and this is all so stupid, you know? it was embarassing, but kind of funny at first, but now i’m realizing-” peter looked down, shaking his head and laughing quietly to himself.

“what is it, peter?”

he looked up at you from beneath wet eyelashes. “i’m realizing that, i guess, i kind of wish what everyone was saying was true.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “you wish dad would take your suit away?”

“no, i mean-”

your eyes widened. “you wanted us to fuck in bruce’s lab? peter, there are some of the world’s deadliest chemicals in there and i have a perfectly functioning bedroo- oh shit.”

the two of you looked at each other wordlessly.

i basically just told peter that i wanted to fuck him in my bedroom.

she literally just told me she wants to fuck me in her bedroom.

“yeah, i mean- no! i mean, yes, your bedroom is definitely safer and more practical but that’s- what i’m trying to say is-” peter stuttered. “yes, i would love to have sex with you! but that’s- holy fuck. oh shit.” peter let go of your hands immediately and practically threw himself off the bed onto the wall. “no! not that i want to have- no, not that i don’t want to, but i was trying to say was that i wish, you know, that we weren’t just friends. like they were saying, you know. or, i guess insinuating. well, they were insinuating that we were having unprotected sex in the lab, but that implies that we weren’t just friends, but that could mean we were just friends with benefits, and i’m not trying to say that i want to be friends with benefits with you-” peter gasped for air.

you interrupted him. “i think i know what you mean.” you swallowed thickly. “remember when i said we were just friends and only ever going to be just friends? and uh, do you remember what i said earlier about saying stuff in the heat of the moment?” peter nodded furiously. “that was just the heat of the moment.”

peter stopped nodding. he looked at you, absolutely lost. you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“i think what we’re both trying to say—or at least, i really hope this is what you’re trying to say too—is that um, neither of us wants to be friends.”

you winced.

“wait, no, that came out wrong. we don’t want to be platonic. or, i don’t, at least. i like you romantically, peter. is this a bad time to say that? considering you just got threatened by my dad for supposedly hooking up with me.”

“no! no, it’s not a bad time. and i like you too, actually. i’ve liked you for a while. i-” peter laughed breathlessly. “i actually kind of thought you were with steve.” he scratched the back of his neck, blushing.

“steve? dude, he’s like 106!”

“i know, i know! i don’t know what i was thinking,” peter huffed.

“c’mere,” you opened your arms for him and he climbed beside you, accepting your embrace. you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“your breath smells like pickles,” you murmured, nestling your head into his chest.

“sorry.”

tony was about to bore holes into the expensive tiled flooring with all of his pacing. bruce was the only one brave enough to come back into the kitchen.

“what do you want?” tony grumbled, refusing to look at the scientist.

“tony, take a look at these models.”

“i don’t want to take a look at whatever it is my daughter and that sinful spider boy produced,” he whined.

“no, look. the figures—they’re not just reproduction. they’re asexual reproduction. a very well-done representation of the mitosis process, actually.” bruce held up some of the models in awe. “these are really well done! letting them use the lab was worth it,” he muttered to himself.

tony raised his head, glaring. “what are you talking ab- oh.”

on the countertop were six intricate replicas of cell division. “this is what you meant by ‘reproductive project?’” tony whispered, horrified.

“i mean, i wasn’t exactly sure, but i figured-”

“oh my god,” tony paled. “i can’t believe i thought- all this time it was mitosis- god, and these models are beautiful too…” his jaw clenched, thinking back to the things he had said as he yelled at you and peter.

bruce sighed, giving tony a pointed look. the billionaire couldn’t meet his eyes.

“don’t look at me like that,” tony whined. “in my defense, all the evidence was stacked against them! what was i supposed to do?”

“hear them out?” bruce raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by tony’s immature self-soothing methods.

tony hid his face in his hands. “she must be so upset with me now. and the spider boy… jeez, i’m a fucking douche, aren’t i?”

bruce patted tony on the back consolingly. “well, you heard the girl. you can either apologize or fuck off, and i think you’ve tried and failed at fucking off. so you might as well go with the first option.” the scientist walked away, leaving tony alone to soak in his own guilt.

bruce is right. i can’t ever own up to my mistakes, can i? first i make my daughter patch things up with steve for a comment that i made, and then i go and accuse her of something she didn’t do without even giving her the chance to speak? god, if i had just shut up for a minute, she could’ve explained everything and none of this would have happened.

tony rubbed his temples, exhaling heavily as he found himself standing in front of your door. he knocked softly, but heard no verbal response. maybe you had left the tower? before he could ask FRIDAY for your location, he heard the shuffling of sheets. oh no, did i make her cry?

tony cracked open the door and peered in. “favorite spawn? are you there?”

when he opened the door fully, he watched as you and peter peeled yourselves away from each other again, breathless and flushed. his eyes flickered between the two of you before he noticed your puffy lips and your avoided eye contact.

“peter parker, have you been kis-” tony raised his hands and pinched his fingers together, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself down. he tried talking again, but slowly and more thoughtfully. “using context clues, i have come to the hypothesis that the two of you had previously been k- kissing.” he fought the urge to gag.

“i also observe that the two of you are on my daughter’s bed. alone, with the door closed. and that is… okay. because… the right to privacy is protected by the 14th amendment. unfortunately.” he said the last word under his breath. you and peter looked at each other, perplexed.

“in the kitchen, i discovered six models of… the mitosis sequence. footnote: they are very well constructed. uh, i realize now that perhaps i had… overreacted. and unjustly threatened peter. and also jumped to conclusions. and i also had not trusted you. all of which are… mistakes… that i made. and for that, i am… i am… s-sorry.”

you raised your eyebrows. “did you just… apologize?”

tony nodded his head hesitantly. you jumped out of bed, making your way over to him. tony gulped. this is it. this is the end.

you slapped tony across the face.

“oh my god!” you screamed. “i’m so sorry! holy- i’m so sorry, dad! i didn’t mean that at all, i thought you were a hologram! i was trying to see if my hand would go through, you know?”

tony chuckled. “i- i probably deserved that.” he rubbed his cheek which was now growing pink.

peter hopped off the bed to stand hesitantly behind you, not fully confident that tony wasn’t going to castrate him.

“so, you and my daughter, huh?” tony crossed his arms, leaning his weight onto one foot.

“y-yes, mr. stark.”

tony sucked his teeth and sighed. despite his nerves, peter straightened his back and came to stand firmly beside you. you looped your pinky around his.

“well, as you are aware, i do have multiple suits with blasters capable of melting iron, ironically.” peter steeled himself. “and you are currently standing in my billion-dollar tower surrounded by earth’s mightiest heroes who will not hesitate to decimate you should anything happen to my daughter.” peter gulped.

“but i am also aware that you are…” tony pursed his lips in resignation. “you have proven yourself more than capable on multiple accounts, and i was wrong to question you.” tony wrung his hands. “and you have saved my daughter and your classmates and even that asshole teacher about four times now. and i see the way you look at her; how you’ve always looked at her—which by the way, is a really embarrassing, dopey look on you, boy—and my head was too far up my ass to realize that you two are big boys and girls now.”

tony sniffed emotionally, blinking back proud dad tears. “and obviously my daughter doesn’t need any protecting, because she’s a stark and she could whoop your ass in her sleep, but i know how much you care for her and i know you’ll look out for each other. so… i give you my blessing.”

you looked confused. “dad, you know we’re not getting married, right?”

tony took a step back and waved his hands around. “dear god, no! i don’t want to hear about marriage until at least 30 years later! you guys are too young to be mouth mashing anyways and i’m already being very lenient with letting you have the door closed!”

“uh, thank you, mr. stark. it really means a lot.” peter bit his lip to hold back what you knew was going to be a brilliant grin.

“don’t get used to it, kid.” tony rubbed his hands together. “well, in a few years or so i’ll have bruce teach you two about the birds and the bees. for now, um, wash your hands for at least 20 seconds, kids.” tony shot you two thumbs up. “alright, peace out.”

when tony’s footsteps receeded, you turned to peter and threw your arms around his neck. “you have a look for me, huh?” you spoke into peter’s shoulder.

“i guess i do. i guess i always have. you’re hard not to look at, do you know that?”

peter could feel the vibrations and your warm breath as you laughed into his shirt.

“no, i don’t think you know,” he insisted. he threaded his fingers through your hair and closed his eyes, comfortable. “everybody sees you- you’re stunning, and not just in the physical way. you have this weird talent—it’s like you’re a light—and everything is just so much better with you. y’know, i hated coffee until you made it for me. and i dreaded spanish until i found out you were in my class, so i think… i think i’ve lo- liked you, felt this way for you, for longer than i’ve known.”

he could feel your lips curve into a smile. “you’re such a goddamn sap, pete,” you muttered, nuzzling his chest. “you know i hate sappy stuff. but i could make an exception for you.”

“oh really?” he placed one purposeful kiss on the crown of your head. “i think…” he began leaving kisses more sporadically until he reached your temple, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose. “i think that i’ll just have to be extra sappy. you know, to see how much you like me.” he pulled you away from his chest and held you at an arms length with a smile that could rival the sun.

“and in that case…” peter got down on one knee. you gasped theatrically.

peter pressed his palms together and opened them like a ring box. “will you be my girlfriend?”

you wiped away fake tears and you squealed, “yes!”

a distant voice that sounded suspiciously like tony’s interrupted the romantic proposal. “i said 30 years until marriage!”

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2 years ago

Fallen Angel Part 9

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Takami!Reader, Hawks x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Massive angst, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS, talks of murder, references to mass injuries (stab wounds, gunshots, broken bones), anxiety attacks, PTSD later chapters will have more triggering content. TW: TORTURE, Assault on a minor

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First Name: Y/n

Last Name: Takami; L/n (Formerly)

Age: 16

Quirk: Quirkless (Currently); Angel Wings (Formerly) (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat)

Hero Name: Halo (Formerly)

Villain Name: Nemesis (Currently)

Affiliation: Student at U.A. (Formerly); Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) (Formerly); Devil’s Advocate (Formerly)

Family: Brother: Keigo Takami aka Hawks, Father: Shinyo Takami, Mother: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

The sound of beeping fills your ears as you open your eyes. The bright lights make you close your eyes but you slowly peek them open adjusting to them. Your body feels sore, just all-around pain. Groaning you move your head to your right only to find curtains and you sigh. You were so tired you barely could lift your finger. You hear a door open and close behind you and footsteps coming to the curtain opening it quietly. Both of your eyes widen as you stare at each other, Hawks is covered in scratches and burns but mostly healed up. Keigo stares at your open eyes looking at him, the last thing he remembered was your face before he wakes up in a bed in Recovery Girl’s room and his sister fighting for her life in another room. You managed to survive but entered a two-day coma, no movement you were practically dead. Recovery Girl and the medics did their best with all the injuries they could see you had gained many were not healing correctly. It was now on you if you wanted to keep living. Seeing you awake in front of him he felt tears filling his eyes.

You open your mouth, your mouth very dry, and wheeze out a croaky, “hey..”

Keigo bursts into tears, you’re alive, you are breathing looking at him as he cries. His sobs cause the room door to slam open thinking something was wrong and Recovery Girl and Endeavor rush inside, see Keigo crying over your bed as you just stare at him. After a few minutes of crying, Keigo calms down and Recovery Girl examines you. You had suffered major internal injuries when you exploded, with the little amount of energy you had. She and surgeons had to work together to keep you alive with her quirk and modern medicine. You sip the water slowly through the straw too sore to move your body as much. Looking at your arms they were covered in scars almost like you were struck by lightning and you assumed the same for the rest of your body. Keigo stayed by your side the entire time getting you whatever you needed, water, food, or just talking to you though those were mainly one-sided as you couldn’t talk. You still needed another day’s worth of rest for Recovery Girl to use her quirk, to heal any minor injuries such as soreness and pain, or your lost voice. You stay quite isolated and have only seen Keigo, Endeavor, and Recovery Girl. Did others think you were alive, did they even want to see you? The next day Recovery Girl pressed a kiss against your cheek and while you felt tired, the soreness and pain disappeared, and after drinking water your voice had slightly come back.

“Is All For One here yet?” That was the first thing you fully said and that stunned your brother. Out of all the things you could have said you were focused on the message you gave to the heroes.

“The others had to wait until you were better so we could talk more about it..” He said and you nod slightly, taking another sip from your water. Even though you weren’t going to plan to hurt anyone they weren’t a hundred percent for you and you remained restrained.

“I can talk now Keigo, stopping All For One is more important than my health.”

He gives you a look before standing up, “I’ll go tell Recovery Girl.” He leaves you to your thoughts, what would even happen? Would they listen to what you say and then throw you in jail? Can you even go back to becoming a hero? Would your teachers accept you back? Would your classmates…your friends want you back?

After a while, Keigo returns with a female officer. She unlocks your restraint before Keigo steps out and she helps you dress. She is silent while helping you in simple sweatpants and a sweater before restraining you back in handcuffs. You're led outside where there is an escort of three other officers and Keigo. You follow behind him and feel your legs crack from walking for the first time in 3 days. After walking a bit you end up outside a room and Keigo opens it leading you inside. The door closes behind you and you stand in front of Pro Heroes from all over Japan and your old teachers. The teachers that haven’t seen you since the war, their eyes widen in shock at how different you’ve changed. You're brought forward to be cuffed to the desk so you couldn’t try anything.

“Takami what information do you know involving the League of Villains and All For One.” Endeavor starts.

“Um.. well during my time with The Devil’s Advocate…my father. I spent time trying to find the location of the League, specifically Dabi...when The Advocate had a meeting with Grian they planned to create some form of an alliance. I was given a number for Grian during the raid, and went to go look for him.” You said, look back at the things you did and who you associated with you did things you never thought you did.

“How did you get in contact with The Advocate?” Edgeshot asks, crossing his arms, analyzing you.

You look down picking at your fingers, “Before joining him I spent nights in Hosu trying to find my father to find out information about myself. He owns multiple clubs, underneath them they are fight rings. You fight and get paid, I found one that Takami visits often and I signed up and fought.”

“So what? You fought and got his attention.” Edgeshot presses and you feel your throat close up.

“Um no sir, these are run by criminals and crime lords, you fight..you fight until..”

“Until you kill them.” Aizawa's voice cuts through and you look up to see him staring into your soul and you nod.

“I… I didn’t get his attention he wasn’t there, but Kase was there. He is…was his right hand.” You said memories of you pulling the trigger and killing him ring through your head. All the people you killed in the fight clubs, during drug deals, or petty villains that lack information on the League, you were fueled by rage that allowed your morals to be blinded by red.

“When the transport was attacked, what did you do?” One hero asks but you just keep looking at your hands picking at your skin more harshly.

“Everything went by so fast, they were all there, and then they were dead…I wanted to help but I couldn’t get out of my restraints fast enough. He had me and then he brought me to them.” You clear your throat trying to clear your nerves though nothing worked, “It was some forest I don’t know, I didn’t even know if I was still in Japan. All For One… and Shigaraki was there. He tried to take my quirk away from me.”

“Did he tell you anything?” Endeavor asks and you shake your head.

“He wanted me to join but I ran, I cut him.” You remember the fear that ran through you as you saw his hand come towards you and you just acted. “I killed one though.” You mumble faint memories returning, your fight with the Near-High End.

“Killed what?” All Might asks and you look at him.

“One of the Nomus, it was like a dog creature, I couldn’t outrun it so I fought it and…I killed it.” Your chest tightens; you can still feel its breath against your face as it snaps and bites at you, destroying your body. You hiss in pain not realizing you were picking your hand hard enough that you start bleeding.

“I died that day.”

Your statement leaves the room silent. No one knew what to say. This child in front of them is forced to relive the most traumatic moments of their life, constantly witnessing death every day either by someone else’s hand or by their own.

“What do you mean you died..” Keigo is the one to break the silence and you look up at him. The concern on his face makes your heart hurt.

“I didn’t realize how injured I got and before I knew it everything just stopped, I woke up and there were Dabi and Shigaraki. They looked at me like I was a ghost.” You laugh slightly remembering their shocked faces.

“2-XE has a regeneration factor, it brought me back.” Most heroes understood what 2-XE was and everything made sense, with how damaged you got but still kept moving. “All For One took my quirk, thinking that it was the regeneration but he was wrong so I was locked in a room for god knows how long.”

“A month.” Endeavor says and you look at him, your mouth dropping slightly. “You disappeared about a month ago, following your arrest.” You were stunned, you were gone for a month, and it was May already, your time spent in that room you lost track of time, never seeing the sun, the visits were random so what you thought was a couple of hours by yourself could have been days.

“Woah um while there I would be visited by Shigaraki and Dabi. Shigaraki would come and he would…he would-” You can’t physically speak about it, your throat tightening up, your screams filling your ears, your clothing getting soaked in blood constantly, his laughter as he tested new quirks on you. And Dabi….his manic grin as your weak body could do nothing as the door closed behind him leaving the two of you together…alone. God you couldn’t breath.

“You don’t have to say anything else,” Mirko says seeing your frantic face, the rustling of your handcuffs being a constant as you twist your hands anything to distract yourself.

“All…all for one, had Toga take my blood and just let me go one day telling me to give you the message.” You feel nauseous. Hands grazes over your body as old memories fills your mind as if they are with you right now. You were supposed to die from the bomb attempt, you can’t leave. You take one step out of here you’re going to be taken again by Dabi and he isn’t going to let you go for the third time.

“Thank you for the information Takami,” Principal Nezu says and you silently nod, “With you turning yourself in and giving information about the League, we are allowing you to stay here.” You lift your head looking at your former principal, “You will be under constant supervision by a hero and you’ll be restricted to certain areas of U.A.”

“But I thought I would go back to jail..” You say that’s what you thought when you first woke up.

“The discussion of your crimes will be processed later on, at the moment it is not a priority.” He finishes and you nod.

Keigo comes over to uncuff you from the table and you bow to the heroes in front of you, “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused.”

Keigo leads you out, taking you back to your room. While the other heroes discuss the information Aizawa is silent thinking about what you went through, the way you specifically remember certain memories but hesitate on others, the compulsive fingerpicking that caused you to bleed, the way you keep trying to keep the handcuff from touching your skin, and just the look in your eye. There was something else going on and he needed to figure it out. You're silently walking alongside Keigo. You didn’t know how to describe the feeling of reliving all those past events. It seemed easier to not think about it and move on when it happens. It was retelling that the true pain from each event followed.

“Y/n…” You lift your head and see your classmates in front of you. You're frozen staring at them, they all look okay each wearing their uniforms. The last time you saw them was a month ago, you almost forgot what they looked like. Keigo nudges your arm and you look at him. He tilts his head telling you to go speak with them. Slowly you approach them until you are a good few feet away. You see Mina step forward walking closer to you until she’s standing a foot away. You're both silent and she just gazes over you taking in your features and how much you’ve changed. Class 1-A had already dealt with Midoriya returning and getting him slightly back to normal but you dealt with something different, and they weren’t sure if they would get the old you.

“You look like shit..” she says and your eyes widen. Mina rarely curses and usually, it’s when she is truly mad about something. You just nod unsure what to say.

“I’m sorry.” You say and it’s a shock to hear your voice again.

Mina is still quiet before she opens her arms, “It’s not your fault.” You freeze when you hear those words. The entire time you spent dealing with Dabi, and running away, it was always your fault. Everything you did was your fault, the killing, and the fighting, were all your fault, and here was this savior telling you it wasn’t. You feel your throat tighten and your eyes burn, your vision getting blurry.

Your classmates are shocked, you were a blunt, reserved person, they have never seen you cry before and here you are tears falling down your face just from a few words. Mina wraps her arms around you while yours stay cuffed together as you cry into her shoulder. Days of thinking it might be your last, and nights where you spent blaming yourself. You haven’t given yourself just a moment to cry everything out.

You fall to your knees with Mina right beside you as you sob out your apologies, “I’m sorry! I didn’t want you guys to die! You’re my friends!” You cry and Mina soothes rubbing her hand up and down your back. Kirishima steps forward kneeling joining your hug and one by one your classmates fully join you leaving only two left on the side. They all pull away standing up and Mina helps you up while you wipe the tears from your face.

Two people still stand in front of you not moving, Bakugo steps forward and your classmates take a step back.

He looks at your red face and scoffs, “You’re a fucking idiot leaving you know that?” You laugh slightly, nodding, wiping the tears from your face.

“Yeah, I know.”

His arms wrap around you crushing you into his chest, “You pull that shit again and I’ll murder you, got it!” He mumbles and you nod, accepting the harshness from Bakugo, something you missed a lot. He pulls away, giving you a glare, the small crack of softness coming out.

In front of you was the last person you would think is going to forgive you. You look down at your feet you can’t even bear to see the disappointment and hatred in his eyes. The things you’ve done could you even ask for forgiveness from him? A hand lands on your shoulder and you look up to see Midoriya looking down at you, his face calm but in his eyes, you could see many thoughts happening behind them.

“I shouldn’t be begging for your forgiveness after everything I’ve done to you Midoriya, to any of you. You should hate me just as much as I hate myself.”

He stays quiet listening to what you have to say before he speaks, “I could never hate you.” Your eyes widen hearing what he said. He reaches into his pocket pulling out a familiar bracelet, the metal scuffed but you can still read the letter of your initial. His hand rough from fighting grabs your own scarred hand before sliding the bracelet on it stopping before the handcuffs. He holds your wrist rubbing his thumb along your hand as the two of you just stare at each other. You both looked tired, each returning to the other like lovers during war. A hand lands on your shoulder making you jump and it was Keigo, he felt bad breaking apart the clear moment the two of you were having but he had to rejoin the heroes.

“We gotta go Y/n, you can try to see them tomorrow.” You nod still looking at Midoriya as you slowly pull away from each other, your hands dropping to your sides. Your friends give you brief waves, and promise of seeing you tomorrow but your gaze is still locked on the green-haired boy, as you get further away until you have no choice but to turn away. You return to the room getting cuffed against the bed.

You stayed in the room for a while, Keigo had to return to the meeting with the other heroes leaving you with your thoughts. It was until the evening came and the sun began to set when the door opened and Keigo and Endeavor walked in and your brother looked upset.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him and he seems more agitated by the question.

“Hawks is needed for a mission but he’s quite adamant on staying.” Endeavor explains and Keigo shoots him a glare.

“Like I already told them I am not leaving her alone.” He says and you frown. You being here shouldn’t stop him from helping others.

“You can go.” Keigo looks at you in betrayal while Endeavor looks grateful. “I’ll be alright, you need to help the heroes.” You try to persuade him.

“Who is going to watch you, Nezu said-” Keigo starts, “Eraserhead has already decided to watch over Takami, he volunteered.” Endeavor says and even you were surprised. Your old teacher volunteered to watch over you, if anything he would seem like the person to avoid having to watch over kids, his students being more than enough. Keigo looks over at you and you shrug.

He sighs knowing he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, “Fine but if anything happens to her while I’m gone..”

“I’ll be alright Keigo, not like I’m going far.” You say emphasizing that you were still cuffed to your bed. He gives you a look before walking over and pulling you into a hug.

“I won’t be gone long okay.” He whispers, pressing a kiss on your forehead and you smile wrapping your arm around his neck. He pulls away and they both head towards the door, you wave goodbye and the door clicks close leaving you alone. The silence quickly gets to you, you try humming to whatever tune in your head or counting the ceiling tiles but get bored after the 15 tiles. In the practically empty room, you couldn’t help but get a tight feeling in your chest as your brain starts to overrun.

You had the door to your left and the window, you could easily break these cuffs and get out. When is the next visit with Recovery Girl? Was the glass bulletproof? Why were these cuffs so goddamn tight? Was this room always this small? When could you leave? What even was the time? With your mind running a mile a minute you couldn’t focus on your breathing that got more erratic and fewer. What if All For One came now? The League got in. Where were they? He’s gonna find you. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to- A hand touches your shoulder. You act so quickly that you didn’t even realize who grabbed you.

The cuff around your wrist snapped as you swung flipping the both of you over off the bed, crashing against the ground, Your arm is grabbed and you’re flipping onto your stomach your arm getting twisted behind your back a knee being pressed onto your back while their hand grabs your other hand pinning it behind you as well. The utter fear that went through you at that moment, the involuntary scream that came out of you caused the person on top of you to let go. Flipping yourself over and pushing yourself flat against the wall as you finally got a look at who you attack.

Aizawa stares at you, his hands held up showing you he wasn’t going to touch you as he moves back. Your eyes darted around the room as you pushed yourself closer against the wall trying to put as much space between the two of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, just breathe Takami.” He says calmly and you finally notice you were holding your breath. Letting out a gasp of air you feel the air fill up your lungs as the cloud of fear around you fades. Taking into account the room, the bed is crooked and the bar on the side holding your cuffs is bent. Looking back at your teacher he still is watching you as you slowly push yourself to stand. He stands as well both taking account of the quick scramble that occurred.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Aizawa.” You apologize, you were in so much trouble, you told Keigo you were going to be already, and here you are fighting your teacher.

“I was coming to get you and you were having a panic attack, your heart monitor was going off.” He says wiping the invisible dust off him. You nod rubbing your chest to rid the dull pain when you see your wrist that had the handcuff black and blue in bruises. He is still watching your body language you were utterly terrified when he first came in and when he had you on the floor the scream that came out of you was something of pure terror.

The door of the room slammed open making you jump and there was All Might, “I heard a scream is everything alright?!” He quickly takes into account the slightly hectic room and his coworker staring at his student and said student against the wall looking terrified.

“Everything is alright All Might, I frightened Takami by accident, none of this was her fault.” He quickly defends you and you're shocked by his quick change.

All Might is silent looking between you two before nodding, “Alright, some of the students were looking for you but if you want to introduce Young Takami to the dorms first I’ll let them know you’re busy.” You pause hearing what he said about the dorms.

“The dorms?” you say and the two look over at you.

“That’s what I was going to tell you, to keep a better eye on you you’ll rejoin Class 1-A and stay in the dorms. That way if I can’t always be there you still have others around you since it seems you dislike the silence.” He says and your face flushes with embarrassment. The whole reason for this was because you panicked over the silence and being stuck.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m still a vill-”

“What you did during your time away from U.A. doesn’t make you what you say you are.” He cuts you off, he doesn’t even want to think of you as a villain, you were just misguided in how to deal with things. It’s not like you had the best upbringing.

“Your classmates are excited that you’ll be in the dorms if that makes things better.” All Might says with a small smile on his face. You feel your heart lift slightly, at least your classmates didn’t not want you.

“Okay, I guess if everyone is fine with it.” You say and All Might sighs in relief and Aizawa just nods. You were given one last checkup by Recovery Girl and she questioned the bruised wrist but didn’t press for more. Leaving Recovery Girl’s office the walk to the dorms was quiet as you took in the surroundings of the campus you once knew.

People were walking around trying to enjoy the outdoors even in the circumstances they were in. As you walked past a family you could feel the glares on your side and when you went to look, they were quickly getting their children close to them away from you as they whispered things under their breath, “She’s dangerous, she’s that villain.”

Hearing their insults you look forward again following after Mr. Aizawa and All Might quickly wiping the tears from falling down your face. Avoiding the gazes of people as you walked by you finally arrived at the Class 1-A dorms and you felt nervous as you were led inside. You thought no one would be around, maybe off training or in their dorms but as if they all knew you were coming at this time they were all in the common area having front-row seats to your arrival. They all went silent seeing you and their teachers there.

“Listen up due to the circumstances of Takami she is under the protection of U.A. she will remain under surveillance by myself, if I am not available I expect all of you to keep an eye on her.” They all hum their agreement glancing over at you as you keep your eyes on Mr. Aizawa’s back. “Ashido,” the pink-haired girl perks up, “Her dorm will be next to yours. Make sure she knows where it is.” Mina nods giving a thumbs up. Aizawa turns to you, “I’ll leave you all to it.”

Mr. Aizawa and All Might go to leave, All Might gives you a small smile though it doesn’t help soothe your nerves. Now alone with your classmates that you were certain they are still wary of you.

Mina was the first person to break the silence that was in the common area, “Let me show you your room, I’ll give you some of my clothes to borrow.” She walks over to you slowly as if you were a wounded animal ready to attack. You nod letting her hand grab yours and lead you to the elevator, leaving their view the sound of your classmates talking quickly reappears. They hated you.

You’re quiet in the elevator looking down at your shoes as you pick at your fingers. “Your room is next to mine,” Mina says which makes you look up to see her looking at you. “If you need to talk to anyone you can come to my room anytime. We can watch movies, and have a girls’ day like we used to.” She tries to cheer you up and a slight smile forms on your mouth. “It might seem like everyone is walking on eggshells around you but we’re all here for you.” You nod slightly and a grin appears on her face.

Entering your room it’s pretty basic: a bed against the wall and a desk and dresser on the other side. The sliding door to the balcony is parallel to the main door. Another door leads to a half bathroom and closet.

“I’ll give you some of my extra blankets and pillows from my room, but not the worst.” She was right. While your time living in the Agency you had a penthouse or when you were with your father was a fancy compound, it was much better than the sleepless nights in abandoned buildings or chained to the wall with the League. “Come on let’s get you a change of clothes before dinner.” Mina turns leading you to her room.

“Oh I’m not hungry Mina it’s alright.” A rumble from your stomach has Mina giving you a look and your face grows warm.

“Sure definitely not hungry.”

Opening up her closet she pulls out a new pair of sweats and grabs a t-shirt, “Mina.” She turns looking back and seeing you staring at the shirt in her hands. “Can it be a long sleeve please?” Your voice lowers to the end rubbing your right arm which is completely covered in scars. She pauses seeing the discomfort from the shirt and nods putting it back and grabbing a sweater that has her old school logo on it.

Thanking her you grab the pants and sweater, “I’ll let you change.” She says stepping outside of her room. Left by yourself you strip the shirt and pants you’re wearing leaving yourself in the underwear and sports bra you were given. Looking in the mirror you trace some scars lining your body, you freeze seeing the scars on your legs. Chills run through your body the scars you gained will with the League, will you heal normally the cells can’t handle complete cell destruction giving Dabi the only person the ability to truly scar you. The two handprints on your legs the screams that fill that night when he..you feel sick thinking more about what happened as you quickly put your clothes on.

You fold the clothes you wore and bring them with you out of Mina’s room where she waiting in the hallway. Placing the clothes in your new room you follow Mina back into the elevator.

“They should be done with dinner now so we don’t have to wait.” She says and you nod playing with the fraying cuffs of the sweater you have on. The doors open to an active common area. Some are sitting on the couches talking to one another, some are setting up the table, or helping prepare dinner. Mina heads over to where Momo is and you quickly follow after her like a lost puppy.

“Momo need any help?” Mina asks and she nods, “Yes If you could help Tokoyami grab more plates that would be perfect.” Mina gives a thumbs up walking away leaving you with the black-haired girl.

“Um, Momo…do you need me to do anything?” You say and she looks back at you standing there lost with yourself.

“No dear sorry. You just got back you should be resting up.” She gives a small smile and you nod. Yeah of course you probably wouldn’t know what to do. You nod saying a quick sorry and walked away, there were too many people. Were the lights always this bright? God, you couldn’t catch your breath. Quickly trying to find a quiet place to be by yourself. Ducking into an empty study room you focus on your breathing pushing your hair away from your face you take a deep inhale before slowly exhaling. The tight feeling from your chest fades and you feel yourself calm down, this was all a bad idea, you should have never said yes to Mr. Aizawa. Why did you tell Keigo you would be fine?

“Aren’t you supposed to be supervised?” A voice says and you screech grabbing the first thing near you which was a book and chuck it in their direction. They catch the book before it hits their face and pull it down and you’re faced with a glaring Bakugo.

“I’m so sorry Bakugo. I didn’t think it was going to be you. Please don’t tell Mr. Aizawa that I almost assaulted you.”

“God shut up with your ramble you sound like stupid Dek-ugh Izuku.” He stumbles on Midoriya’s name but then fixes it. You stop feeling your face get hot in embarrassment.

“Why are you here?” You say and he scoffs dropping the book back on the table leaning against the wall.

“After you ran off like a child I came after you and found you here freaking out only to get a book thrown at me.” You open your mouth and he glares at you, “Don’t you dare say sorry.” You quickly close your mouth and he sighs. “Something’s off about you.” He says and you freeze fear going through you.

“W-what do you mean?” You stutter and Bakugo frowns, “Just look at you, you’ve changed.” He points at you and you look down at your clothes did he mean by physically changed like your clothes?

“Not your clothes you idiot. You’re this scared thing who doesn’t know what to do with yourself. You panicked over being told no.” You frowned wrapping your arms around yourself, it wasn’t really your fault after everything you went through no one would be the same.

“I spent a month captive having just got back what do you expect me to do?” You snap back. He out of all people should understand what it’s like to be captive with his experience in Kamino.

“That’s not what I’m saying, we’re in a war that none of us expected and we’re going to be facing the biggest dangers of our lifetime. If we want to be able to win we need to be at our best, that includes you too, or are you going to let Dabi hurt your friends again.” He picks the book on the table throwing it at you when your hand shoots out grabbing it. The dark look in your eye when hearing his name. Bakugo smiles seeing the fire lit behind your eyes.

“If you think I’m going to let him hurt you guys again you’re mistaken.” He chuckles coming over to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder,

“That time will come…first however is dinner, I’m fucking starving.” You felt slightly better that another person didn’t hate you, especially Bakugo of all people.

During dinner, you sat between Mina and Kirishima which wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you thought the redhead sent a toothy grin making you feel better. You ate until your stomach begged to stop. The warming feeling of having a homecooked meal instead of the food you got while healing. The calling for sleep came quickly and Mina helped bring you upstairs before you fall asleep at the dinner table.

While class 1-A was still hesitant around you not wanting to set you off they could relax knowing you well. It gave brief deja vu for when Midoriya first returned, everyone was walking on eggshells around him. Having all that stress of his quirk, Shigaraki, and All for One but all he needed was a decent meal for once and sleep. However, what you went through, figuring out your father was a crime lord and joining him to later on getting kidnapped by your tormentor to only return after a month missing just to blow up almost dying. Being nervous to even breathing in your direction could set you off whether that be you breaking down or fighting them all. They just needed to take everything one day at a time. Your first day in the dorms wasn’t horrible it was only when you were truly alone and the one thing that you couldn’t fight against was your own mind.

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