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Midoriya Izuku has been a member of the League of Villains for a week now, and he still can’t quite believe it. Although, the first time in what feels like forever, Izuku feels accepted. They don’t care that he’s Quirkless and he’s finally not ashamed of his lack of a Quirk.
Although, there is one small problem. The leader of the group (well, Sensei is the leader, but Izuku has yet to meet him), Shigaraki Tomura, barely grunts in reply when Izuku speaks, and prefers to spend all day playing video games rather than actually socialising. Kurogiri says this is normal, but he has to worry. Does Shigaraki hate him or something?
He gets a bit panicky when people hate him, used to being treated like crap, so he wants to sort this out. So Izuku approaches Shigaraki in the hideout one day, and stands over him. Shigaraki stares at the TV, and only pauses his video game when he obviously realises Izuku isn’t going to leave him alone.
“What?” Shigaraki mutters.
Izuku’s social skills aren’t the best, so he ends up blurting out, “Why do you hate me?”
He goes red, irritated with himself. He didn’t mean to say it like that.
Shigaraki laughs, a gravelly laugh that makes him flinch. “I don’t hate you.”
“But…”
“I don’t fucking hate you, you idiot,” Shigaraki says. “I’ve never hated you. I just… look, how the fuck am I meant to talk to some brat I’ve never met before?”
“I’m three years younger than you,” Izuku says, pissed off to be talked down to by an eighteen year old.
Shigaraki laughs again. “I did know that, asshole. We researched you when you wanted to join. You’re still a brat.”
“Okay… So, you don’t hate me?”
“No, I don’t,” Shigaraki snaps, sighing. “Want me to prove it or something?”
“H-How would you prove you don’t hate me?” Izuku says, frowning.
Shigaraki shakes his head, messy hair flopping into his eyes. “Well, would someone who hates you do this?”
And as Izuku stares, Shigaraki gets up, grabs the back of Izuku’s neck with four fingers and kisses him. It’s obvious Shigaraki has never kissed before, the kiss too hard and his lips too chapped, but Izuku doesn’t pull away.
It’s weird to be kissing someone he barely knows, but Izuku still doesn’t pull away. He kisses Shigaraki back, and only pulls away when Shigaraki tries to shove (yes, shove) his tongue into Izuku’s mouth.
Izuku stumbles backwards, staring up at Shigaraki. “What was…?”
Shigaraki shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t’ve kissed you if I hated your guts, would I?”
“Um, I guess not,” Izuku says, touching his lips. “Do you fancy me?”
“Don’t be a fucking sap,” Shigaraki says.
“Well… you did just kiss me.”
“I know. I wanted to. So, yeah, don’t hate you.”
Izuku smiles slightly, his face still burning. “Um, thanks.”
And at a loss for what else to do, he reaches up and gives Shigaraki a kiss.