I felt myself irk at his words, opening the door as I stepped out to see Shoto again. I slammed the door behind me, Katsuki and Izuku resuming their undressing. Shoto was leaned against the wall, his eyes lowly going over me, a soft smirk pulled at his lips.

"What kind of friends say they want to fuck each other?" I snapped at him.

"We're friends?"

"Classmates," I rolled my eyes. "We all like each other in a way, you said. Who likes each other in a way that they say they want to fuck?"

"You want to fuck me?"

"Shoto," I shut my eyes, taking in a breath.

"Mhm," he hummed, his eyes moving over me and I could feel my temperature rising again.

"Well?" I urged him to speak, needing an answer from him.

"You leave me speechless when you're in my shirt."

"Shoto, that's not what I meant," I sighed, trying to push away the amount my confidence shot up from his words.

"I said what I said," he shrugged, standing straight up. "Interpret my words as you please."

I was left gawking at him, the urge to strangle him strong.

"You didn't answer directly or clear anything up," I pointed out.

"Isn't that the point?" He raised a brow, stepping towards me.

"Oh, no," I stepped back. "We are not doing this again."

"Doing what? I was only walking back to my room, and assuming that's where you'll be staying too, why not go together?"

"Oh."

I found it suddenly difficult to think straight when he said things with double meanings.

"Your mind races quite far," he chuckled quietly.

"Don't give me that fucking bullshit when you were the one who-"

"-who what?" He turned to me, halting in his steps. "Who had you pushed up against the wall between their body five minutes ago?"

I blinked, unable to follow where his train of thoughts went. One moment he was saying he wanted to go back to his room and the next he's talking like he wanna fuck. And my mother says I'm indecisive.

"Shoto, wh-"

"I love when you say my name," he cut in, my throat feeling tight when he bit his bottom lip. "Right, so back to my room we go," he turned back around, walking down the hall and I felt like smacking his ass.

Not- his actual ass, just smacking him- and fuck. Now I'm thinking about his ass.

He did have a pretty nice ass though, that I had to admit. I'm sure it'd look better if he bent ove-

"You coming or going to stand in the hall? Did you forget something in your room?"

I quickly snapped my gaze off of his ass when he turned around to talk to me.

"Yeah," I breathed out and he blinked at me.

"Yeah what? I asked like three different things, I need three different answers."

"I'm coming, not going to stand in the hall, and no," I jogged up to him to shorten the distance between us as we resumed walking to his room.

Was I really just overthinking everything between us? Maybe he was just trying to get inside my head. He probably just likes to tease others with that irritating small smirk of his.

"Are my lips dry?"

"What."

"You've been staring at my lips for like the past forty seconds," he explained. "I was wondering if they were chapped or something."

"Oh."

"You still didn't answer?" He pointed out.

"Yeah."

"Are you alright? You may have caught a fever or somethi-"

"No, I'm fine," I quickly blurt my words out when I saw him step towards me, his hand reaching out to touch me.

"I was only going to check your temperature," he clarified. "I wanted to make sure you aren't sick or anything."

"I'm not," I pulled a smile.

Fuck you man, I already feel hotter and I know I'm not sick. If you weren't so fucking close, I'd be able to breathe better and cool down but you aren't fucking moving, you cunt dick.

"If you say so," he shrugged it off, opening the door and I stepped in after him.

I closed the door, taking a breath. It's okay, it's not like this is our first time alone together in his room. Well fuck. That sure as hell didn't help. I had to think of something else, something that wouldn't turn sexual between us. What would that be?

Oh, what about his fucked father?

"Why haven't you prodded further?" I asked, sitting on the seat while he plopped onto the bed with a sigh.

He rolled over, laying flat on the bed as his eyes met mine.

"You want me to prod further? I mean I already had my leg up your skirt and you wanted me to go further than that? Weren't you the one who stopped us anywa-"

"What the fuck," I heaved. "That's not what I fucking meant. I meant about us," I realized how strange my words came out, quickly stepping in to clear things out before he turned the conversation towards something else again. "Us as children," I clarified.

"Oh."

What the fuck.

"What kind of answer is that?"

"The same one you gave me five minutes ago," he shot back.

I shut my eyes to take a breath in, knowing I needed to stay calm if we'd actually talk about this together.

"Also because the last time we did try to talk about our past, you kind of passed out on me," he was now sitting up when I looked at him, scratching his cheek lightly.

"Oh."

"And there's that reaction again," he teased.

"My bad," I sighed, standing up to step closer to him.

I watched him watch me, his eyes staying over my every movement as I inched closer to him. I stood before him before shifting to the side to sit next to him again. It felt like the night from before, both of us sitting next to each other on his bed.

"My quirk showed faster than yours did," I spoke up, knowing his eyes were on me. "It was then when my mother would proudly tell everyone around how my quirk worked and how many different phases it had," I felt my chest begin to tighten again. "Shortly after that, your father took me in."

"That's one way to put it," he scoffed.

"So you remember that part?" I raised a brow.

"Clear as crystal. I was sitting on the balcony when he dragged you into our house. You hadn't stopped crying that day, the entire night your sobs sounded through the silent house."

I felt myself tense as more memories were yanked up into my mind with his words, yet he continued on.

"It's strange now that I look back on it, after the first day you were with us, I never heard you cry again," he paused and I stared at my feet, feeling his eyes on me. "I didn't understand what it was all about, and mother didn't tell me much either, only saying she feared the same thing would happen to me once my quirk came up. I also learned after a few weeks that you weren't going away anytime soon, you stayed in a separate training room where my father kept you. We all were forbidden from going in there, so our encounters with each other were rare and only filled with glimpses and glances of one another."

"Your quirk began to show after that," I nodded, the events coming in order as I forced myself to remember them. "Your mother was right, you were then shoved into the other training room where everyone was forbidden from as well," I blew out a breath, trying to keep myself from tensing.

"Look at me."

My eyes widened at his request, refusing to do so.

"Fuck off," I forced out a laugh.

"Y/N."

His hand came under my jaw to tilt my head so that our eyes met.

"You're shaking, Shoto."

"Tell me what went on in that room."

I felt my heartbeat begin to slow down, the scenes coming in front of my eyes all over again. I tossed his hand off of me, turning my gaze away when I spoke.

"The same thing that went on in yours," I sighed. "I thought you already knew that?"

"I figured as much, but wanted to confirm it."

"He wanted to test every range of my quirk, from the electric sparks, the sparkling explosions, and the flaming fire I could create if I ignited a sweaty spark of mine," I took a sharp breath in. "He wanted to make sure I was worthy of his son," I spat out, aware that Shoto didn't know of that part.

"What?"

"So that we'd both grow up and get married, his bloodline mixing with mine to create a powerful next generation," I clenched my eyes shut, my fists curling tightly. "He took me away from my mother, the only family I've ever had, leaving her alone and on her own," I felt my throat close and open between breaths. "My mother had me when she was seventeen, and I'm now eighteen, meaning in her place, I'd already have a child to take care of."

"Hey, don't push yourself, you'r-"

"No," I cut him off, remembering all the words my mother told me. "I need to do this, I have to push myself because I shut myself off so much."

Shoto fell silent and I breathed heavily, trying to regulate the oxygen I took in for my lungs to use.

"I had to grow up without her, just like you did after you got that scar of yours," I heard him take a breath in beside me. "Your father left your mother by herself as well as my own. To this day, she believes it's her fault and she was the reason I was taken from her, can you imagine that?"

I was now panting, my hands shaking as I stared down at them.

"It was then when I discovered the strongest part of my quirk, the hardest to control, which happened to turn out as my only weakness as well."

"You've only expressed your quirk physically," he spoke, confusedly.

"There's a psychological impact too, it's the part of my quirk I received from my mother," I explained.

"So you can seduce people with your spark?"

"Not exactly, my mother has her scent that captures someone in her trance and falls asleep, I've got that scent embedded into my sweat, so it doesn't work the same way."

"So they have to eat your sweat?"

"Uh, no," I laughed lightly at his words. "I just have to smear my sweat onto their skin and they're under the trance of my spark, it ends when I snap my fingers," I told him.

"So you can control them?"

"Not always, that range of my quirk is harder to handle, so I can't control how much spark I put forward into them. Sometimes it backfires and they're so entranced by the spark that they're attracted to my scented sweat and it hooks them," I frowned. "It's not at its peak performance, I've got a lot to work out on that part."

"It's definitely impressive, but how is it your weakness? Do you faint when you use it?"

"Ah, no," I fidgeted with my fingers for a moment. "It's my weakness because that sweaty spark of mine can also be transferred onto me."

"What?"

"I also learned that while I was being trained by your father. It's quite awful if my own quirk can be used against me by anyone," I placed my head in my hands with a long sigh.

"Did my father use it against you?" He immediately questioned and I was fast to shake my head.

"He doesn't even know I have a weakness."

"Then who did?"

"Toya."