(Warning! Lime up ahead!)

A soft breeze blew her hair out of her face, her exposed tiny arms prickling from the change in the weather. Birds chirped from the early morning. The sunlight felt so warm, a contrast to the cold air, only wearing a thin cotton shirt and pants. She could still feel the chilly air, making goosebumps run up her arms, but she didn't mind.

If anything, she lived for moments like these. Happy that she had them with him. Y/n hanged on tightly with only one finger intertwined with his. It became their thing, only connecting one finger with each other. They were both laying down, opposite from each other, heads touching from the top.

"Do you see that cloud up there, Y/n?" the little boy asked to the little girl who was very dear to him.

Both laying on the slight wet grass. They loved the smell of it, something they looked forward to when they could. They didn't mind, that at the end of their little escape their clothes would be damp. They liked to feel the tickle it would give them from laying on it for too long.

It was a different gentle feeling than what they were used to.

Giggling, Y/n nodded eagerly as her small finger held on to his. "Yup! It looks like a turtle!"

"What?! Nuh uh?" The boy giggled back from her answer, thinking she was being silly. "It's a rabbit." He stated plainly.

Y/n turned her head towards him with adoration, while he kept looking towards the sky. Not wanting to disappoint him, she nodded instantly.

"Oh? I see it now En, it's totally a rabbit!" She smiled brightly at him, she always loved to be by his side. He always made her feel warm and cherished.

They were practically joined at the hip at this point. They were only four years apart, but still so small and so malnourished from being in that place for too long. Their entrapment and hell.

Blushing from her excitement, the little boy turned his head towards the other direction mumbling how dumb she was being.

The sun shined down so brightly, with clouds passing them every now and so, as they both pointed out what they saw. It was rare moments like these they could enjoy with each other. Y/n wished she could take out Miguel with her, but he was still too young. Rosalinda was always with him, and when she wasn't, Y/n was.

Rosalinda would be who knows where, for long periods of time and Y/n never knew why. All she knew was that their captors requested her a lot.

When Y/n had a chance to sneak outside to look at the clouds with her best friend she would. He was the first friend she made after being kidnapped and smuggled out of her home country.

Being brought to this dark place.

He was the only one close to her age. Even though, she wished they hadn't met in these circumstances. And even if they both suffered, a selfish part of her was happy he came into her life. Everyone else was way older than her and would always treat her like an experiment.

Well, treated them both like experiments. They both found solace and comfort in one another.

"En, when we get out of here, can we chase the clouds?" Y/n asked eagerly to her best friend, her voice soft and small.

Afraid to lose him too.

He pushed himself from the ground and faced the direction of where her head laid, sitting crisscross and pulling her head into his lap. Being extra careful to not grab her with all five fingers and cause her harm.

He never wanted that. She was too precious to him.

E/c eyes looked up to his dark pools. With small hands she reached out towards him and pinched his cheeks earning a small whine from him. His dark black tresses shone brightly in the sun; his skin lacked color from being stuck inside all this time, a bit cracked from all the scratching he did.

They did more experiments on him, than they did on her. She never knew what it was though. And he always refused to tell her, saying it was for the best.

With a small smile and light in his eyes he leaned into her touch, even if he pretended not to like it. "Okay Y/n, we can chase the clouds."

"You mean it right? You promise you won't leave me behind too?" Y/n's eyes turned watery thinking of her mother and father. Of her home.

Losing them was still too fresh. Rosalinda refused to tell her what happened to them. She promised once, she was older she would tell her what really happened. And it's not like she could ask the doctors or Mama. They always ignored her unless they needed her small body for the experiments.

The boy playing with her hair with his thumb and pointer finger knew all about her past. He was the only one she trusted other than Rosalinda to confide in. He would sometimes sneak into Y/n's room to help her with the nightmares that still haunted her.

He had his own nightmares he kept to himself, but just being by her, he forgot who he was and what he did, who he killed. Even though very young, he was already a murderer. But still, Y/n never saw him as anything dark. She trusted him regardless of his past. She didn't fear him and that mean the world to him.

The boy looking away from Y/n's eyes mumbled quietly, "Te prometo, que nunca te dejare..." ("I promise, I will never leave you...")

Y/n gasping got on her knees to face him with a toothy bright smile. E/c eyes shining from his words. She grasped his knees, in excitement, remembering not to touch him where he didn't allow her to.

"Did Rosie teach you Spanish?!"

The young boy's cheeks burned crimson from her proximity, nodding slowly to her question. Still not being used to having someone so close, even though he's known her for a year now.

"What else can you say?" Y/n looked at him with wonder.

"I don't know if I should tell you... I'm practicing something... BUT I won't tell you until I know it sounds right!" The dark-haired boy declared to Y/n as she slightly pouted at him. "Come on, Y/n don't give me those puppy eyes... What I want to say is special, and I want to get it right the first time."

Y/n cutely tilting her head to the side, and stared at the boy with narrowing eyes, then giggled at his fidgeting form. "Otay, I'll be waiting!"

The dark-haired boy not wanting to disappoint her, promised he would tell her soon. They continued to giggle and share their wildest dreams not keeping track of the time as the sun slowly started to go down.

Their easy-going day turning into horror when they saw a man in a black security outfit running in their direction. They both looked at each other and then ran back into the building they escaped from for just a moment.

Not knowing their time together would soon be taken away.

"Y/n..."

"Y/n..."

"Y/n... remember our promise...please don't leave me love..."

Y/n awoke with a startled gasp and aching heart. It sounded like someone was calling her. The voice sounded desperate and familiar. With panting shuddering breaths, Y/n counted down from ten. Giving herself a moment to come back to reality from her dreams, shaking her head from the images ingrained into her mind. The voice sounded familiar, but that couldn't be...

No, it was probably just her PTSD acting up again.

"It's just my imagination..." She thought.

Shaking her head from the thought she touched her face, cheeks feeling wet. Tears streaming down her face as she remembered the boy she fell in love with when she was only eight years old. He was only four years older than her, and in a way, in that hell, he was her sanctum.

It hurt to think of him, because he would always hold a precious place in her heart. Even though he was now dead, she would never forget him.

Gripping on to her sweater where she could feel her heart break from the old memory. Y/n gulped down her ache and silently cried for the loss of her friend and first love. Laying back down and facing the window where the moon shined brightly, tears falling freely on the pillow she held close to her body.

If only she could have saved him too.

He was a huge reason why she sacrificed herself so much for everyone else. Because maybe if she would've done the same for him, he would be here. Probably saved by her friends and going to this school as well. Because he too wanted to become a hero. He would be around twenty-two now, still, she was sure they would've allowed him to join the hero course as well. Or into a different program that allowed him to become a hero – maybe even trained under Aizawa.

Sniffling softly into her pillow. Y/n imaged the life he could have had if he survived. If only he hadn't sacrificed himself all those times for her. It had been one too many, his luck was going to run out and sure enough it did.

"Why En... why did you have to be as stubborn as me?"

There was a soft knock on her door, interrupting her turmoil. Already knowing who it was, Y/n whispered a soft come in. Not bothering to turn around, hiding her face deeper into her tear-stained pillow.

Katsuki barely awake trudged to her bed and without asking got under the bed sheets to comfort her. He has done this so many times before, they already grew comfortable with each other. He thought after the last time she wouldn't have a nightmare so soon.

What changed?

Turning Y/n from facing the window to him instead, he could see the soft white glow of the moon reflecting on her teary face. Katsuki's throat constricted from seeing tears still sliding down her face.

"I'm sorry..." Y/n whispered in a broken tone.

Hating to be the reason for his sleep deprivation. She couldn't stop her emotions from calling out to him in need. She didn't know why, when she had nightmares, it resonated more in Katsuki than with the others.

When they asked Izuku and Shouto, they both mentioned they could feel something, however not as strong as the ash blond man. For some reason, whenever Y/n went through these episodes, Katsuki was the only one who could feel her paranoia. An intense emotion through her dreams that would wake him up.

"Shh..." Katsuki cooed, he loathed to see her like this. And it pained him that he could do nothing about her past.

He could only help by bringing her back from there. He knew well what nightmares and past regrets could do to someone. And maybe that's why he could feel her more than the other two when it came down to this.

"Don't apologize darlin, it's not your fault."

Katsuki brought her body closer to him, tucking her into his strong embrace under her bed sheets. He would always run hot, so he never slept with a shirt on. It was awkward the first couple of times this happened. When she forced herself not to go into his room anymore to let him sleep, he opted into wearing a shirt before going to her. And taking it upon himself to go to her instead.

However, after a month's time and holding each other, they both melted into one another.

Running his fingertips through her hair, he whispered how strong and resilient, she was. Letting her silent tears slip down onto her mattress. He became such a softie while they were alone, he never dared to show this side of himself to the outside world.

He even threatened her not to say anything to anyone.

"You've been having less recently. You wanna tell me what this one's about?" Katsuki whispered into the dark room. The previous soft glow from the fairy lights gone, since it ran on a timer for saving energy.

Y/n wiping away her tears, got closer to his warm chest. Liking his natural caramel scent, in a way it soothed her aching heart. "It wasn't a torture one... it was actually a good memory."

With halfway furrowed eyebrows, since he was still half asleep. Katsuki intertwined his fingers with hers and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently.

"Then why are you in so much pain Y/n. It feels like I'm dying..." Katsuki's deep voice dripping with sleep sounded so smooth and resonating.

Feeling safe in his embrace, Y/n snuggled closer to him. She stared into his vermillion eyes, which reflected the pain her heart felt. She was so ashamed he had to go through this with her so often.

"It was of En..."

Katsuki with confusion and sleep evident in his deep groggy voice, scoffed softly. "Who the fuck is that?"

Crude as ever.

Y/n rolled her eyes tiredly at him, "The boy who I had my first kiss with... you know the one that died."

Katsuki's brain slowly waking up grimaced from the delicate subject. "Do you want to talk about him?"

Even if she wanted to, it would only make it unbearable. So silently, she shook her head. "If I do, I think I'll get worse. I'm sorry... I'm still not over his death."

"Don't apologize. I know he was special to you, and I'm sorry no one was there to save him. If I could, I would bring him back to you... Then kicked his ass for making you feel this way." Y/n chuckled from his brashness. "Also, I don't care who he was. But there is no way in hell, he would take you away from me."

With a soft breathless laugh, she swatted his arm. Katsuki smiled genuinely from hearing her getting into better spirits.

"So barbaric."

"You know what you were getting into." The young blond man nudged her nose playfully with his.

Now that they were officially a couple, he didn't find the point in holding back from showing her affection behind closed doors. He knew they all agreed on going slow with her, and he wanted this to last between them. He cherished these moments with her, even if she was suffering. He felt honored, in being the only one to bring her back from her past demons.

Because he knew how hard it was, he was still working on it himself.

After a silent moment, and Katsuki blowing softly on her damped sweaty forehead to cool her down, Y/n smiled from the gesture.

"Listen about earlier. I wanted to apologize." Katsuki met her e/c eyes, which glinted in the dark. He knew he had her full attention from the way she gripped his back with her smaller hands. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Remembering their little challenge, she grinned at him in the dark. Wanting to lessen the sadness she caused, she glided her hand from his bare side to his back making him groan. Tickling his back with her nails, as she raked them back and forth adding a bit of pressure to them. She did it more to ground herself back to reality than to rile him up. Still, if she was able to do that too, she took it as a win.

"You don't have to apologize Katsuki. I can tell it was a touchy subject."

Y/n slithered her hand from his back to his front again and up his sculpted abs, chest and then glided over his bicep and shoulder. Touching every part of him, then stopping by cupping the back of his neck. Loving how her touch affected him when he sighed in content. Her fingers playing with the ends of his hair as she woke up, the more she scratched his scalp. She really loved his soft ash blond hair.

"Her name's Camie Utsushimi." Katsuki whispered entranced with Y/n's touch. "I'll let half and half tell you of his part of the story."

Y/n grinned from the nickname, even after acknowledging they were close. He still refused to call him by his name.

"I dated her for almost a year, it turns out I wasn't the only one she was with. I walked in on her a-and Shouto." Katsuki grunted from remembering. "I went to her school to surprise her because she liked that kind of shit. Boy were me and Icy-Hot surprised..."

"Katsuki..."

Shaking his head he continued, "The funny thing is... I had a feeling something was going on. I refused to acknowledge it at the time, to give her the benefit of the doubt... but finding out the truth broke me. I never gave myself fully to her because something was holding me back, and I'm glad that I didn't. Still, it hurt..." he whispered.

Hearing him speak so honestly, she could tell why he still had such a hard time. Someone played with his feelings. And Katsuki was the type of person to never show them willingly. This must have been really hard for him.

"I honestly thought we were something special. The first time I decide to try and connect with someone came back to bite me in the ass. So, I became more closed off than I already was. It was different for Shouto too, I think he confided in her a lot. He acts like he wasn't as affected, but I know it's a lie... Since then, I've never dated anyone else. I'm sure Mina's told you, still I want you to hear it from me."

Katsuki took a deep breath as he looked into her e/c eyes, which held so much tenderness in return for him, not pity, only affection.

"Yes, I've slept around to satisfy my needs. My quirk, sort of makes me horny all the time. Still, I've worked to control myself and I've only slept with-"

Y/n put her hand up to stop him, taking note of how he was also waking up more. "Hold up, hold up... sorry I know it's rude to interrupt but what do you mean your quirk makes you horny?"

Katsuki blushing an intense shade of red and trying to hide his face into her pillow groaned frustrated. "Seriously that's what you got from that?" He mumbled amused. "Nice to know where your thoughts are at, pervert." He chuckled lightly.

Y/n scoffed and sat up to lean forward towards him. Katsuki laid flat on his back now with hands behind his neck smirking up at her.

"Pervert huh?"

He shamelessly nodded at her. Y/n didn't find the need in holding back either and since they were a couple now and Katsuki liked a challenge, why the hell not?

Climbing on top of him, and straddling his hips, she made sure to keep their lower body parts connected. Their clothes the only thing keeping them apart.

"W-what are y-you doing." Katsuki stammered with wide crimson eyes, not thinking she would be the first one, to be bold and make a move like this on him. But then again, this past month's teasing from her part should have snapped into his mind.

Y/n never thought the day would come when this dominating explosive blond man would stammer.

"What's wrong 'Suki. I thought you said you get horny all the time. I was just testing to see if it was true. Maybe even help you a little bit." Y/n ground down on him, with a roll of her hips to his own, earning a suppressed groan, almost coming out as a whimper.

"Fuck, darlin wait..." Katsuki cursed as Y/n did not wait and licked up his defined naked tan chest, teeth nipping at his skin and tongue swirling around his sharp cut through valley chest as she traveled up to nip at his jaw. Noticing how his breathing became sporadic, while still feeling every hard muscle with her wandering hand.

"What's wrong hero in training?" Her sultry voice taunted as her hand got lower to tease the waistline of his sweats making his breath hitch.

She could feel a bulge grow where they connected. Katsuki threw his head back on the pillow, from the sensation of her lips on his skin and her hips moving on him. He bit his bottom lip, trying to confine his moans. She kissed up his throat and jaw then traveled up to nip at his ear.

"You know I've always wondered what a hero's co-"