A/n: this is long overdue, but I hope it was worth the wait 

Prompt: After rescuing Deku, (Y/n) finds herself comforting her true feelings about who she thought was her enemy

Warning: Sexual/suggestive content

Word count: 1632

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The smell of breakfast floated through the air and lulled Deku awake. He opened his eyes, a bit startled he was in an unfamiliar place. He attempted to sit up quickly, but the sharp pain near his ribs caused him to take a softer and slower approach to getting out of bed. Once on his feet, it was clear he wasn't in a hospital room. Where was he? It looked like a regular bedroom. Deku opened the door and walked out, stiffly and holding his side. The place looked well lived in and like someone truly called it home. He wondered who lived there. The smell of a homecooked breakfast got stronger and stronger as he approached what he assumed was the kitchen. There you were, with your back facing him, working over the stove; a head of pretty (h/c) hair that was a bit messy, and clothes that looked like you had slept in them.

"U-Um, excuse me," Deku spoke up, getting your attention easily and you turned around. "I'm sorry but... " The man then paused, the gears in his brain turning. Something about you looked familiar. Then it clicked.

"You?" He asked in shock. "You're the one who saved me?"

"I was surprised too," You said with a sigh. "Want some breakfast?"

"Why?" Deku asked, putting his guard up as soon as he realized you were a villain.

"Because it's the most important meal of the day," You stated, plating some food for yourself first.

"No, I mean why did you save me?" He asked again, sitting down at the kitchen counter. Deku was a fighter, no one denied that, especially not his enemies. However, he recognized he was in no shape to win a fight. He considered it but decided not to. At first, Deku was unamused and thought for a moment that you might have poisoned the food. When you began to eat from the same pan instead of answering his question, he felt better about eating as well.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Deku asked after a few minutes of silence. "Why did you save me?" You didn't look him in the eye. You struggled to admit it to yourself, let alone say it out loud.

"I don't know why," You confessed with an unsteady tone. "I might be called a villain, but I'm not heartless. I guess I... felt bad for you." He had been practically dying out there in the rain.

"You don't seem to feel bad when you try to kill me," Deku pointed out. You looked at him and laughed. Deku almost smiled too. Something about making you laugh made him happy. It wasn't a bitter or malicious laugh, it was a genuine laugh from someone who had up until that point seemed cruel and unfeeling.

"You're not wrong," You admitted with a shrug. "Who knows, maybe I'm going soft." Your words weren't a joke, part of you felt like you were losing your edge. You saved a fucking hero, what's next? Deku took a moment to contemplate on what you had said. It was different to sit down and talk to you instead of throwing punches. You were more human than he expected. You lived in a home just like he did. You ate the same food and you laughed the same way too. He was surprised at your compassion, even if it did confuse you both.

"Alright, my turn," You said, ending the silence. "Why did you end up in that alleyway?"

"I pushed myself too far," He disclosed, embarrassed that he had to explain it. "I tried to do too many things at once." Deku explained that he jumped from one mission to the next far too quickly and ended up breaking himself in the process. He also happened to let it slip which villain had been the final straw on the camel's back. You made a mental note of that villain's name.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've been in far worse shape than you were when I found you," You confessed, a playful smile on your face. Deku laughed, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"How'd that happen?" He asked, a smile still on his lips. Deku watched as a firey sparkle flashed across the beautiful (e/c) irises of your eyes.

"I ran into you," You said with a smirk.

"Oh," Deku muttered, looking down at his hands. It made him feel conflicted to know he did so much harm to someone who really wasn't all that different from himself. You laughed again at his sheepishness. You reached across the counter and took his now empty plate along with your own, after which you placed both in the sink.

"I probably deserved it," You admitted, glancing over your shoulder to smirk at the young man who looked overly dejected. He looked up and your eyes met. Your smirk turned into a smile. Deku gave you a small smile in return. You turned on the water and began to wash the dishes.

"Let me help you," Deku insisted. He got to his feet and walked over to the sink to stand beside you. You smacked his hand away.

"I can handle it," You said confidently. "And besides, the only thanks I need is you not to arrest me."

"I don't like that idea, but I don't think I can argue this time," He said, verbally acknowledging his current state. You spared him a glance, seeing his timid expression. You also saw him in a new light, rather, under your kitchen lights without many clothes on. Your full-grown woman-self entirely acknowledged just how remarkable attractive that hero was. You shook your head. What were you doing? You took the enemy into your home, dressed his wounds, fed him, laughed with him, and now what? You were getting comfortable, even friendly, with him.

You truly had lost your edge, hadn't you? What happened? Those stupid green eyes and that oversized heart happened. His determined spirit and optimistic attitude so easily lured you in. How quickly he had put you under his spell left you embarrassed. You were supposed to be cold, apathetic, and evil not getting flustered when he complimented your cooking.

You glanced at him, still sitting at the kitchen counter. Deku was somehow the cutest man you had ever met, while at the same time possessing a body that looked like it was hand-sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. You wanted to know what it would feel like to have his skin against yours, just once. Upon catching you staring, he smiled at you, perhaps a little nervously.

Fuck... His smile made your heart forget how to beat. You noticed he winced when he stood up. You turned off the faucet and approached him. You reached out and gently touched his side, he tensed.

"Are you okay?" You asked carefully.

"I'm fine," He told you, gazing at how your worn hand touched the bandages. He placed his scarred hand over yours. Warm, soft, and accepting; his caress felt perfect. 

"Can I ask you a ridiculous question?" You questioned with your volume low, almost unbearable.

"What is it?" He asked, his eyes rolling over you carefully. Part of Deku suspected you were about to attack him, easily kill him when he had his guard down. However, the other part of him wanted to know what you were thinking.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" You asked. His emerald eyes were deep and filled with curiosity and anticipation. They were so beautiful up close.

"I'm not sure," He confessed, his tone matching yours; low and soft. Your fingers gently and slowly traced along his cheekbone. It was such an intimate touch, you were surprised he was letting you get so close, but you were glad he was. You could feel his breath fanning against your face, it gave you butterflies and they were fluttering in more places than your stomach. Your hand cascaded down to his neck carefully, you slowly pulled him closer. You pressed your lips against his.

He returned your kiss, he hesitantly wrapped one of his arms around you. Deku's mind failed to fight off the allure of your kiss. It felt right to have your lips against his, but--

"This is wrong," Deku pulled away. "You're a villain--What are we doing?" He still had you in his arms, he was still so close. And you refused to let him go, not after everything he put you through.

"You sacrifice everything to make others happy," You reminded him, finding yourself short of breath. "For once do something that makes you happy." You pulled him in for another kiss, one he didn't resist. He melted into your touch, the same way you did when you felt his hands hold onto your waist. You guided them under your shirt and onto your burning skin.

"I can't be the only one who gets off on the risk," You chuckled in between kisses.

"That's not how I'd put it," He told you. You grabbed his broad shoulders, your fingernails gliding across his skin lightly. He stepped forward, managing to pin you against the counter. He kissed you, now appearing to have given in. You grinned into the kiss, knowing you would get what you wanted. With a small jump, you were lifted onto the counter, your feet not touching the floor. You pulled him in by his messy hair, his body landing between your legs.

"I want to help you." You paused, hold his face in your hands. You could snap his neck if you wanted to, and he knew it. You smirked.

"If you want me to turn myself in... " You leaned in close, close enough to only whisper. "You'll have to do a lot more than just kiss me, Deku."