Maybe it was all the injuries, bullying, and fights with villains he has gotten into that caused this. Maybe it was just you.

He knew it was wrong to think like this. You were a villain for God's sake. He was supposed to want to handcuff you and bring you to jail, not want you to handcuff him and bring him to bed. Definitely not that.

The encounters he had with you were different compared to when he was with other villains. He'd barely even make any attempts to capture or punch you. He couldn't bring himself to. In turn, you were given plenty of moments to hit him and escape. He didn't mind it much -- the hits, not the running away. It was the only contact he'd get from you. Honestly, he sort of craved it.

Tonight was any other night. He got off work at his job at UA and somehow managed to find you -- he must have a tracker on you with the number of times he spots you. You were just minding your own business, about to rob some fancy jewelry store, when he snuck up on you.

You two fought, and punches were exchanged -- most from you. Sweat glistened off of the skin between you and the Prohero. He ducked a hit, managing to drive his shoulder into your midsection and get you to the ground. You two tousled, neither willing to stop.

In a swift movement, you rolled on top of him. Your knees on either side of his torso. Both of you were breathing heavily. Izuku was so glad that you couldn't feel his bulge under his mechanical suit. There was a clear tension in the air.

His hands were on your hips, making sure to keep you there. You created a cut on his lip after the little spar. His tongue poked out to lick the blood off, tasting the refreshing metallic liquid. As you tried to get up, he tightened his hold. "Where do you think you're going?" He managed to mumble out between huffs of breath. His eyes roamed over you, taking in your frustration. "Hit me again."