Being a pro hero, love wasn’t easy to find.

And usually once someone found it, they would never let go.

’One more kiss,’ Izuku thought to himself, letting his arms gently wrap around the body underneath him.

They’d allow themselves to have him, just tonight.

Bodies pressed against each other, silk sheets engulfing both of the bodies as ghostly sounds haunt the empty hallways.

The two heroes hold onto every ounce of sin, thirsty for yet another drop that their bodies could hardly produce at the speed they were going at.

The ghostly touches were soft, a breeze that barely grazed the skin yet still brought a cooling affect to the warm surface.

It felt as if it would last forever, but they both knew deep down, it would never.

Rose perfume stalked their every step, only further reminding Izuku of what is within arms length yet he could never manage to fully grasp everytime he took a whiff.

Like a ghost, one out of the two always visits the other— haunting the hallways, —yet never staying, leaving once dawn hits. Not a trace of their artifical and temporary love left behind.

“Can you stay a little longer?” He asks, almost pleads desperately. Messy dark green hair sticks to his forehead, sweat rolling down his cheeks as the pale moonlight illuminates his skin perfectly. Those big, green eyes, always recognizable in the battlefield. Misty, watery, as if on the verge of spilling and overflowing with tears.

Just once, he needed his imaginary partner to stay a little while longer.