Hero's Villain or Villain's Hero

"Does anyone know what happened last night?" I heard Ashido asking our classmates when I came down to make breakfast for Kacchan and I, making me stop in my tracks.

"Are you asking about what happened with Yagi and Bakugo?" Sero asked through a month full of food.

"What else?" She asked as if it were obvious but I just debated on whether to go out there or not.

"No idea. One second they are watching their interview on TV and the next Yagi is basically running for the elevator while Bakugo is trying not to fall," I frowned at that. I mean I'm glad no one realized how worked up I was and why but I would never drop Kacchan and besides I think the interview was basically over anyway.

"But-!" I'm done listening to this so I walk out yawning loudly and she cuts herself off, obviously not wanting me to hear her.

"Morning everyone," I waved at everyone before making my way to the cabinet and pulling out the eggs and other things that I needed. I'm starting to hate eggs but Kacchan can eat them a lot easier than peanut butter and so far our baby hasn't thrown a fit over it yet.

"What are you doing?" Ashido asked, getting too close for comfort but I ignored that.

"Kacchan wants eggs so I'm making him eggs," I answered, still sleepy.

"Do you always make him whatever he wants? I don't remember you getting up to cook breakfast before," she asked tilting her head and if it weren't for the finger on her chin I wouldn't think anything of it but thanks to the future I know that she is trying to act innocent to get answers. Not that it matters at the moment.

"You realize that Kacchan is pregnant right?" I asked her as if it were obvious and she stuttered something that I couldn't make out so I just shrugged it off. "Even if he wasn't I would have cooked for him if he wanted. He just prefers to cook himself, he is kind of pissed that the smell of cooking in general makes him nauseous though so stay away if you can. Now I'm going to try and make a halfway decent egg sandwich so he can eat without killing someone."

I busied myself while ignoring her stuttered apologies because are they supposed to actually mean something when you're only doing it because you feel awkward? Really? When I looked around again she was moping next to Sero who was even more awkward while trying to comfort her, Kirishima was watching them thoughtfully.

"Are you two dating?" He asked seemingly out of nowhere and I hid my grin while putting away the leftover eggs and pouring some orange juice.

"And that's my cue to leave," I grinned, holding my things and making a quick getaway. No thanks! The fact that Ashido is bi be damned, she doesn't date Sero until they are 27 and the fact that he is already so in love with her is both cute and sad to see.

I could hear the embarrassing noises of denial as I walked away, who knows maybe this will get them to date much sooner?

"Deku?" Kacchan groaned from the bed when I opened the door.

"The one and only," I smirked, feeling a rush of pride at how he hissed and moaned just sitting up.

"What happened to make you act like that?" He smiled up at me leaning against the headboard when he saw that I brought food with me.

Last night was amazing. It was as if we weren't teenagers anymore but our adult selves. The feel of his skin against mine, the taste of his lips, his skin, driving me crazy. For just a few short hours there was nothing but him on my mind and I was not disappointed.

"I had a red eyed devil teasing me," I answered, kissing the side of his neck and he put his food back down again, not bothering to take a bite.

"Think that devil can do it again?" He couldn't keep the moan out of his voice when I didn't stop my attention. But considering he is so willing…

I helped him to lay down more comfortably, kissing and nipping at his neck as I did and once I was satisfied that he was comfortable I turned my attention back to his lips. The feel of his tongue first hitting my lips and then my tongue was nice but when he was trying to pull mine into his mouth I couldn't stop from chuckling.

"Will you let me fill you? Please?" I asked, nearly silent. The only real sounds were the kisses that couldn't end even now.

"Yes," he didn't bother with cursing, far too focused on our kiss to care. His hands on either side of my head so that he could keep me close.

I pulled away and stripped my shirt and clothes before diving back in, this time his fingers knotting in my hair while I made myself comfortable under the covers. I pushed myself home, swallowing his cries for more. It feels so good, how he hugs me to him, his nails scratching up my back when I pull away a little too far only for him to arch off the bed when I pushed back in. My lips searched every centimeter of his skin until I would find his lips just to do it all over again and again. The sweet saltiness, the music of his voice surrounding me, his eyes. Dear gods, his eyes, the way they flashed with his neediness, sparkled with his relief and how he looked at me and me alone.

I lost myself. The feel of his muscles through his skin, how he formed around me, cried for me, screamed for me.

I came. My world shattered, the feel of his mess still between us while we gasped for air vaguely irritated me. I pulled out, hearing the whimpers from the loss of stimulation I made my way down and licked up the sweet cream waiting for me there. The moans of approval above me didn't end. I came back, licking up his body as I went.

"You're not full yet," I whispered and I saw him smile.

"Nowhere close," he answered and I pushed back in making him grunt at the suddenness of it.

"We have all day," I didn't let him answer this time. The feel of his tongue on mine was too important and I wasn't letting him go.

I don't care if it is Thursday.