🍃𝟙𝟠. 𝔻𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤🥦

                                    

                                          
*The credits for this drawing belong to the original artists, hence not me. I only did the photoshop
                          


                          
┏━━━━°⌜ 🍃赤い糸🥦 ⌟°━━━━┓
                          
                 Izuku Midoriya:
                          
              Doubts are taking over

                          
┗━━━━°⌜🥦 赤い糸 🍃⌟°━━━━┛
                          


                          
◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥
                          
Midoriya's POV
                          
"We're not far from dating."

                          
My eyes sprung wide open, struck by Shoto's words. 
                          
Did he just...
                          
"Oh, could you... elaborate on that matter? questioned the interviewer, apparently fascinated by the information she had just gotten. 
                          
- It means that I am not available. People fantasizing about that can keep it as a dream. Izuku is the only reason th-
                          
- Cut the cameras," ordered Endeavor, suddenly striding towards us. 
                          
I frantically shifted my gaze from Shoto to his father, trying to cope with the bundle of information flowing inside my head. 
                          
"Are you official? inquired the journalist as fast as she could. Are your mentors and your family alright with that prospect? What about your classma-
                          
- I SAID CUT THE CAMERAS!!" roared Endeavor, freaking out the cameraman who hastily stopped broadcasting the scene. 
                          
He was boiling with anger, letting out a rage that stood out from the usual cold and unreachable expression he held in public. I was petrified when he took a firm grasp of the journalist's collar, yelling at her:
                          
"Erase this feed! Now!
                          
- I... I can't: this was Live.
                          
- FIND A WAY TO DELETE THAT OR I SWEAR THAT YOU'LL BE REGRETTING IT!" barked Endeavor, shaking her vehemently. 
                          
I was terrified, for I knew that the footage was probably going to be relayed all over the internet at an uncontrollable speed. This was bad. Why did Shoto put himself in such a situation?
                          
Suddenly, a hand squeezed my thigh, softly describing soothing movements on it. I gazed at my left, realizing that Shoto was trying to reassure me by doing so, still fixing his gaze onto Endeavor who was going totally crazy. 
                          
'Why... why would you put yourself in such a situation.... for me?' I thought, frowning.
                          
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid there's absolutely no way to stop this from spreading..." forced out the journalist under Endeavor's firm grip. 
                          
He abruptly let her drop, releasing his grasp on her shirt before turning on his heels. He gave me a death glare, shooting daggers at me. I was frozen on the spot, feeling weak under his menacing gaze. 
                          
"Shoto, stand up," he ordered, his threatening body towering above us. "I'm bringing you back home and making you go in class 1-B, or as far away from this boy as I can."
                          
I looked back at my dual-haired roommate, expecting him to do as ordered, but he didn't budge.
                          
"Do I need to repeat myself?
                          
- No, that'll only make you lose more saliva than you already have with your shit show," snapped Shoto. 
                          
I frantically shifted my gaze between the two of them, expecting the worst.