WARNING: CONTAINS SUGGESTIVE THEMES

This chapter is dedicated to nana-kyouka1002 because while I was writing this I couldn't stay focus because of how naughty the chapter is and she got me into my senses XD so thank her for it by following her!

Additionally, this chapter is also dedicated to Junktard because she once asked for a part 2 of the first Nemoto one-shot I wrote and she asked for the part two of it and I don't know how to do it ;-;

So ye, this chapter is for you two uwu

So yea! Onwards!

"Ohhh Shin~" a teenager whispers, their hot breathe fanning him, lips touching the shell of his ear with every word. Your hand made it's way in his hair, fingers running through the soft summer coloured locks as his lips danced across your sensitive neck. A soft whimper slipped from your lips, sheer bliss had your knees buckled and toes curled. "Mmmm~"

"Quite the vocal one, aren't we?" The male arrogantly purred, the depths of his throat vibrates from his deep chuckle. You can only imagine him smirking against your skin, mercilessly abusing your sensitive neck. With every kiss, with every bite, you feel yourself ascending to others might think is heaven's gates. It would be a one hell of an ass to cover the hickeys tomorrow, but it was sure worth it. It's not like you're going back to school tomorrow when you've just graduated today.

"How could I not be? You just have an effect on me—" You were interrupted when he bit harder, god you couldn't help but to grind your body closer to his.

"You sure love to talk a lot... From reciting in classes, to these circumstances..." His lips trails along the crook of your neck, abandoning the newly made mark by your collar before adjusting his lips to make a new one. His tongue wanders along, moving around your skin, making you shiver. "My little doll~"

Your friends decided to throw a graduation party after the ceremony, and now there are a bunch of teenagers in their graduation attires screaming and bopping to loud and rhythmic tunes. Wasted and higher than a kite. Perhaps some decided to go through tight spaces to do some private business. You were totally feeling sorry to the person hosting the party, they are sooo getting trouble with their parents after the party. 

It's funny, you didn't planned the graduation party this way as you quite remembered. Your friend's were quite the party goer, while you can't see yourself getting wasted over a glass of alcohol. And besides, it's a gamble to drink when everyone around you were a bunch of uptight prudes, not that there's something wrong with it, and you were not at the suitable age to drink yet. Your boyfriend is quite the strict fellow, crossing his arms whenever you even thought of grabbing a drink. Quite the killjoy, but it was fun teasing him in public. 

You have no idea how hot he could look in a suit and tie. But then again, he looks hot no matter what he wears! You simply couldn't keep your hands to yourself when he looked as if he came out from an erotica. With his sharply carved features, his oh so lovely purple eyes. Oh, have I mentioned the way he looks so different without his glasses? Either way, glasses off or on... Damn, he's fine... Oh those lips? Lord show me how to say no to this.

Damn, he is mine.

How did you ended up here? 

Well, thanks to your little friend called hormones, you found yourself teasing the hell out of the bespectacled male. It doesn't help that teenage sexual vibes was floating in the air, mixed with alcohol and bad choices. Oh and of course, how could you not want to throw your hands around this deity of sex appeal with a dash of geek and nerd glasses? Instead of celebrating with your friends inside the house, you found yourself seated on his lap at the backseat of his car in a heated moment and you couldn't be more thrilled. 

"Oh shut it, you're enjoying my reaction's too much," you laughed, your free, jittery hand founds it's way to his chest, wandering feverishly until it decided to clench his blue necktie that brought out the colour of his lovely deep blue eyes. "I think you should open the window, I don't want to die with carbon monoxide poisoning." 

"I didn't even know you'd know what that means," you rolled your eyes, turning away from him to reach for the buttons on the driver's side and partly opened the window. You curse at him for resuming to attack your neck as you were distracted by a light smack to his chest, in which he only laughed at your attempts to stop him.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Shin. We both know I'm the school valedictorian making out with the school's salutatorian," you shook your head, as his bites grew more aggressive and rough. It was getting harder and harder to lower your cries, you can't help but bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"D'aw, don't do that," his slender fingers made it's way to your chin, pinching it between his thumb and curled index finger. His thumb traces your bottom lip as it was trapped between your teeth. He shakes his head in amusement, a small chuckle erupting from his throat.

There was a pause between the couple, and Shin Nemoto couldn't seem to look away from his beloved. He never knew how beautiful your eyes were up until now and he regrets that he has never realized it before. The light that faintly illuminated your eyes seem to have brought the small specks of star-like sparkles. He found himself remembering all those times... The way your eyes would light up when you would passionately talk about your interest, the way you would focus and closely examine things... Everything about you just screamed perfection, he couldn't breathe.

He released his breathe without even realising he was holding it. A smile broke out from his lips, eyes glossy with joy because what the hell, he was yours. He found himself leaning close, eyes intoxicated with your mere presence and the thought you chose him of all people. With you mimicking his actions, he can't help but to feel so valid, you truly love him back. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side, your hot breathe colliding with his and before you knew it, he had his soft lips against yours. 

A shot of delight flooded his senses, overflowing and radiated off of him as he deepened the kiss by pressing harder, leaning closer. There is nothing else he would want, all he needed was your warm embrace and he is home. It was the warmth and comfort he never had and always dreamt of having. The love he never felt from his family and found it through a fateful debate from the very first day of high school freshman year. The butterflies in his stomach never settled down, his heart hammering in his chest and it seems to want to escape... But we all know, his heart would only belong to one person (Overhaul comes first— *gets kicked*) and it would be them. 

He pulls away, lingering for a few seconds, his forehead leaning against yours. The smile on his face was just so... beautiful. So contagious, you can't help but to mimic him. A soft chuckle erupted from his velvety vocals, his hands reaching to caress your face. His thumb softly strokes your cheek in a circular motion, sending soothing chills on your back.

"I love you." He never knew when he would say those words to you, he always felt unsure. He always found himself reluctant to say those words, he thought he would at least choke on his own spit when he tried to say it, but there he was. Those words seem to roll off his tongue, sweetly leaving a honeyed taste in his mouth.

He was sure you're different than the others.

You smiled, stealing a quick peck from the boy, jerking yet another amused chuckle from him. "Love ya too, four eyes."

"Four eyes? That's new. Awhile ago you were calling me the God of sex appeal and now you're calling me that," he leaves a small kiss by your cheek with a large grin. 

"Hey, know that my given nicknames are endearing. And besides-" you reached for the rectangular, rimless glasses beside him before gently putting it on him. "-you look adorable and hot with your glasses on."

He rolls his eyes, pushing his glasses by the corner. He sighs, "You and your variety of nicknames..."

"You know, I really love your eyes," placing palm by his cheek, you deeply gazed into his eyes. "It's so purple, I love them. It's like I can see the whole world in it." You leaned closer to claim his lips. He simply smiles back, and returns the favour. Every kiss with you seems to stop time, he loved it.

He's been through a lot, and you're the one best thing that's happened to his life. He's been lied to, betrayed by those he trusted... He can't count all the betrayals on his fingers, but he chose to ignore them because he has someone. And you were that someone. Honest, compassionate, loving, kind... He just couldn't ask for more. 

Once you leaned away, you lingered for a second. He held onto your hand, entwining his fingers within yours. It fitted perfectly. 

"You mean the whole damn world to me, Shin." You breathed out, your fingers running along his jawline. "You're the best damn thing that happened to me. I love you, four eyes. Forever and ever. Never forget that."

"I love you, too. I promise to be with you forever."

Not all good things last, was an unfortunate lesson you've learnt from the past few years. Despite the long years and long time for you to recover, you were stuck inside an endless loop of reliving those memories in your head. From the best, to worst. From the happiest, to the most heinous. It was miserable to see the person you've stuck through thick and thin, through the happiest, to the saddest, someone you loved, cared for, someone you planned to marry and permanently decided to spend your whole life with... Become a stranger you barely recognize. It's so fucking cliche, admittedly... But it was true. 

The last few months before your break up were all rough. He was placed in a room full of geniuses and he no longer recognized himself when he started to fail his classes. In desperation, he used his quirk on his professor. That was a huge turning point for your beloved when he used that quirk of his to the professor. He held a leverage over him, if he didn't raise his grades, he would tell the world about his sinful endeavours. And soon he found himself in a grave in which he dug for himself and you couldn't help. He didn't let you help, he pushed you away like he pushed others away. 

You parked at the side of the building, stopping abruptly when you didn't notice you were already there. With pursued lips, you pulled sun blocker and analyzed your red, puffy eyes. With a sigh, your finger gently ran over the waterline of your eyes in an attempt to get rid of the puffiness. As you were about to close it, you spotted a pair of glasses. The rectangular, frameless glasses tucked away along with a photograph.

Out of the sense of nostalgia, you viewed the picture. It was high school graduation, both of you were smartly dressed in your graduation robes and hat. The bright valedictorian and salutatorian, hand in hand, meeting halfway for a kiss. A photo taken by secret by your friend who ran the yearbook committee, and was interning alongside you in this company. Behind the photograph, was the date and a signature. 

"Four eyes and doll, XX-XX-2XXX"

"My little doll~" you heard his voice from the back of your head spoke. You were used to hearing his voice in your head. You no longer tried to denied them, they were oddly comforting. The nearest comfort you can ever have, the last piece of him you held on because he was no more.

A small teardrop fell from your eye, but not all of them followed when you protested by vigorously wiped it off. There were two copies of the photographs, you can only wonder what happened to it under Shin's possession. You felt like bawling in your car before you go to work, you felt the strongest urge but you tried to stop it.

"D'aw, don't do that..."

You shook your head, breathing deeply, you set the photograph back. The glasses, you took it with you by tucking it by the front of your buttoned shirt.

"Happy anniversary... Four eyes," you mumbled to no one, before making your way out of the car and walking to the establishment you've been interning in for the past few weeks. "I love you..."

"I love you, too,"  

"Y/n! Good morning!" The friendly receptionist called, waving at your direction as you entered the entrance of the mental institution you were interning in. You smiled back at the friendly older woman and walked towards her to initiate a small talk before going through your intern duties. 

"Good morning, Ruth. Great morning we're having," you greeted, leaning by the counter, rubbing the deep, dark circles under your eyes caused by the Mt. Everest-tall amount of paperwork and studies. Your eyes were puffy from late night blues and sorrow, and yet your radiant smile was displayed and nobody assumed you've been crying.

"Yeah, lovely morning it is... My granddaughter woke me up by squealing about something about her pro hero crush she has," She shakes her head in amusement with a chuckle, with a hint of a little amount of begrudge. "It honestly reminds of myself back when I was in her age, having my little own school girl crush on a popular boy band."

"Yes, Pro heroes are really a big thing right now, they're practically everywhere," You responded. 

"Oh!" The old woman exclaims, reaching under the counter before coming back with a circular box and a large bouquet of (fav. flowers). "A young man dropped by to give you these, such a sweet lad..."

You stared at the gifts with your jaw hung low. You did not want to jump into conclusions, there's no way it could be Shin would give you something, especially after all those years he's broken up with you.

"Can you tell me how he looked like? Is he blond? Purple eyes? Sharp jawline?" You rushed to ask, and despite you knew it wasn't him, something in you hoped that it was him.

"Oh, certainly blond! The eyes? Oh I didn't notice dearie..."

"Glasses! Does he wear glasses Mrs. Ruth?" You pressed your body against the counter, leaning towards the woman behind it who leaned away. She noticed your sudden verge to know answers and she was smart enough to speak immediately.

"I'm afraid I didn't notice..." She spoke with regret. "But he does have large red wings."

Large red wings? Shin doesn't have those, but he certainly is your saving grace... Well, was your saving grace.

Your shoulders sagged, breathe grew ragged. It wasn't Shin, it was Hawks. He was one of the persistent suitor you received. You have already said no to him multiple times, but he was sure stubborn.

"Is there something wrong, dear?" Ruth consoles, putting a hand over your shoulder with a comforting gaze. She slowly stroked your shoulder in a soothing manner, putting you at ease.

You heaved a heavy breathe. "I just..." You attempted to speak, when a sob erupted from your throat. "I-I—" from there, the waterfall in your eyes was triggered and you were not able to stop it.

Ruth left the counter and held you close to her. With no other choice, cried on her shoulder out of sorrow. You still love him, you can't seem to let him go. But he's gone. The day you lost him was the day he sealed his fate into crime. The last time you saw him... Oh how could you forget? It might be one of the memories you'll be taking with you to the grave.

You have the ability to help him, but the time you knew what he does, was the day you already lost him.