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Star Stationary - Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader - Chp. 1

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` It's your first day working as a receptionist at Star Stationary company, and your quickly forming relationships with your new coworkers. but one in particular has caught your eye.

!Warnings! CUTE AND FLUFFY, but be warned. Angst to come.

wc ` 3.6k

notes ! this is closely based on characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office. f/s - favorite soda.

Ding! The elevator finally chimed, indicating your arrival at your new employer. 'Finally!' You thought to yourself, arms crowded with your personal belongings, readily available to decorate your new desk. You were the only person who applied for the boring office job as a receptionist. It was average pay, at a failing company so you figured, it would be okay just for a while. Much to your dismay, as the elevator doors slid open, it revealed the cheap cafe a couple floors below the office. A young man stood outside of the double doors. Tall, dirty blonde, glasses, and absolutely beautiful. If your arms weren't shaking earlier, they definitely were now, along with your knees.

He shyly scooted into the elevator, as if it was full, leaving about an inch or two of space between the both of you. The elevator ride was near silent. Small shuffles and the faint drumming of whatever song was blaring in his headphones was the only white noise to accompany the deafening silence. You peered over at him a couple times through your peripherals, and at some point, you swore you saw him take a glance.

The elevator was coming to a stop, the poor old thing jerked as it completed its job, causing you to stumble out of your carefully modified stance made to accommodate the weight in your arms, and drop several nicknacks and papers. How embarrassing. Thankfully, the blonde boy dropped to his knee to retrieve your items, as you profusely apologize for causing a mess. The elevator doors pry open with a screech revealing the carpeted floors and yellow tinted cream walls of the office space. He picks up one last decoration from your collection and holds it up in front of his blue eyes, inspecting with a slight smirk.

"You like Star Wars?" He cocked his eyebrow, meeting your eyes, as the both of you step out of the elevator before it closes. The office was lit with a white light, flickering ever so slightly overhead. Fake potted plants stood at entrances. Desk cluttered on top and around each nook and cranny.

"Um," You hesitate. Was it stupid to be into that kind of thing nowadays? "Yeah. It's one of my favorites." you say hurriedly. He dangles the Yoda charm a moment longer before placing it in an empty coffee mug you were holding onto for dear life with your pinky.

"Me too." He flashes a quick smile and asks if you need help, which you decline. He carries on, walking to a door near the backside of the space. You set your stuff down with a thud on your new desk. A bigger than usual semi-circle, right near the entrance, with accompanying desk to the right of it. You pull out your pens, highlighters, notepads, stickers, everything you brought to personalize your space. Taking your time, even color coding the order of your pens, you wait. What was there to do? What was your task. The phone rang. You look around in a panic, what do you say? Almost as if Heaven had sent an angel your way, the blonde guy from earlier returns with a mug in hand. A star wars logo branded the front of it. Cute.

He sees your distress and you nod towards him. He makes his way over to you, leaning over your shoulder to grab the telephone. "Hello. Thank you for calling Star Stationary Company, my name is Anakin. How can I help you today?" He said candidly. Anakin. His name repeated itself in your head, burrowing its way into your memory, as if it was meant to stay for good. He banters with the customer, one he's clearly familiar with. He grabs your purple pen from your perfectly aligned rainbow stash. You watch him scribble numbers and notes down in chicken scratch on his hand, finishing, and popping the pen in his pocket.

You took notice of this but said nothing, as you were too stunned with him grabbing onto the back of your chair as he spoke on the line.

"Mhm, alright. Yeah. Yes, thank you," His lips curl into a smile as he lets out a chuckle, "Have a great day, alright. Bye now." The phone cord relaxes as he places it back down in its spot with a click. He backs up a little to be able to make eye contact without standing directly above you. "Sorry, I figured you might need some help, you looked distressed. Not in a bad way. Not in a good way either. I'm sorry that sounds weird.." God he's cute. His nose scrunches and his feet shuffle nervously.

"No, no, you're alright," you laugh, "I needed help. I just wasn't really sure what to say you know? Thank you, a lot, though.." Small chuckles and silence followed the both of you momentarily.

"What's your name?" His curiosity overtook him. You offer your name back softly, to satisfy his curiousness. He smiles. Satisfied. "Well, as much as I like wasting company time, I have to get back to work." He lets out a small laugh to his own joke. You smile as he heads back to his desk.

You turn back to face the computer sitting in front of you. Whilst scrolling endlessly and directing calls to the correct department, you see out of the corner of your eye the desk arrangement closest to you. Lo and behold, sitting almost parallel to you, at the second closest desk, was Anakin. Something fluttered in your stomach, nerves or butterflies, you had no idea, but it was stupid anyway. This was your first day on the job, and you'll be dammed if you become one of 'those' girls. Plus, you knew absolutely nothing about him. Except for the fact that he has the most piercing blue eyes, a deeper dimple on the right side, and he has your purple pen in his pocket.

After about three hours of boring calls, and occasional glances to your left to see the blue-eyed boy 'hard at work' it was time for lunch. You got up and you swore felt his head sit up and turn on a swivel, his eyes tracing you to the break room. You've got to be delusional. A girl from the customer service department met you at a small table for five in a corner of the room. She was a talker but sweet for the most part, but her words became white noise after he walked in. His blue collared shirt was slightly ruffled, like his hair. He walked to the vending machine, catching the glance you threw him, and quickly returning it. A smirk plastered itself across his face as he looked toward the ground. His quarters made pinging noises as they hit the bottom. one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. A candy was just a dollar.

"Hey, the vending machine gave me an extra one I guess, want it?" He had walked over to you and the girl, holding out the snickers bar in your direction.

Your eyes looked him up and down subconsciously, "Yeah, thank you. They're my favorite actually." The girl who's named you learned was Kristen, smiled at you, as if to suggest something.

"Oh really?" Anakin noted.

"Yeah, funny coincidence huh?"

"How so?"

"Cause you got my favorite candy?"

"Lucky guess?" He shrugged his shoulders, already walking out the door.

"Wait... but you said-" His words registered in your head. He was getting it for himself? What did he mean 'lucky guess?' Best not to read into it. He was already out the door anyway.

"So... You and Anakin hm?" Kristen remarked.

"What? OH! God no. No, he's just a friendly guy. Just friends." You took a sip of your water to prevent yourself from word vomiting, looking off to the side.

"Mhm... well anyway, keep me posted" She winks as she gets up from the plastic chair, sliding it back underneath the table to walk away.

You sat there for a moment. Was there something? Were you not crazy?

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After your lunch break, you found yourself back at your desk, answering calls, faxing documents, boring office activities. With your back turned, and facing the copy machine nearby, you felt a small sensation on your back. You ignored it, chopping it up to just a cold breeze, but it happened again. You turn around to face whatever it could be, and you see Anakin quickly put his hands down at his desk, dropping a small roll of wadded paper, like a kid who got caught eating candy. You continue to stare at him, waiting to meet his eyes. He looks up from his desk finally and meets your gaze. you smile. His hand quickly slaps over his own laugh, stifling it from sound and view. You lift of your hands with the copies in the and shrug at him. "What?" you mouth silently, smiling.

He just shook his head in response, throwing his smile back down to the desk.

You just shrug it off and carry your papers back to your desk. The phone chimes, you pick it up quickly and repeat what you were taught earlier today, "Hello! Thank you for calling Star Stationary Company, my name is y/n! How can I help you today?" You said in a much more enthusiastic tone than Anakin's. You continue to banter and chat with the costumer, as they ask about deals and prices, but soon your focus is derailed, as a little piece of paper hits the side of your head and falls slowly on to your desk. You pause a second, then whip your head to the culprit's direction. He just sassily waves slightly and smiles.

You finish the call and ponder for a moment. You open the email tab on the old desktop computer and type in Anakin, clicking on his email address. You type, biting your lip in thought. 'Are you having fun with your balls?' Was it too far? Nah. He seemed like he enjoyed joking around. You wait a moment and look over to him. His glasses reflected your message as his nose pushed them up by scrunching due to his smile.

'Ping! Your own screen lights up with a blue notification. Unread email from Anakin Skywalker. What did this little blue-eyed prick have to say? 'What can I say, love me some balls. Wby?' No way he just fucking asked that. You look over at him, mouth agape as a breathless laugh escapes. He just grins in response and shrugs. You look back at the screen, then to your keyboard, and back to your screen.

'Mr. Skywalker, I keep my ball preferences to myself. thank you very much.' Did that sound to serious? hopefully not. You keep an eye out for him, waiting on him to see the message.

'Ping!' You've got to find out how to turn that stupid noise off. Oh well. You can do that later, as you had an email to read from a handsome blonde man a couple feet over. 'I'm so sorry ma'am, how stupid of me to bring up such an intimate question so soon, I barley even know your name.' You watched his stupid little grin as he typed that whole thing out, as you were reading it. A sudden presence by your desk startles you as you turn to face it. Anakin stood in front of you, arms crossed and leaning onto your semi-circle counter in front of you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to come over here to discuss your ball preferences privately." You snort at his joke as he leans his head down and lets out a small breathy laugh before rising back up. "I don't get what's so funny ma'am, I'm just trying to get to know a co-worker?" He laughed in between words, as your laugh fueled his own.

"I've told you; my preferences are reserved to friends only!" The both of you whisper chat among the ringing of phones, chatter of people, and rustling of paper around the office.

"Well then, we'll start off small. Favorite color?"

You hesitate. Anakin makes a buzzer noise and taps the counter. "Ooo times up, gotta be faster Snickers."

"What'd you just call me?" You pause and cock your head to the side.

"Oh, I'm sorry, not a fan of nicknames? I just though cause it's your favorite candy-"

"No, no, no! It's fine! It's cute, I just um- I was confused." You trip all over your words, voice cracking as you stare into his baby blue eyes hidden behind his frames. "Continue!"

"huh? Oh! yeah, okay... favorite soda?"

"Oh come on these are elementary Anakin... f/s! For sure. Final answer!"

"I thought you were better than that." Anakin shakes his head in mocking disapproval. You laugh questioning what his defiance was for. "Thats like the worst one-" The phone at his desk rings. He waves his hand at you in an apologetic manner and makes his way back over to his desk. You sat there for a while after, bored and sad your banter had ended. He was funny. Dorky, and sassy but funny. While you waited for your phone to ring or email to do its annoying pinging noise, you doodled. It's just silly little dogs here and there or like an eyeball or flower, but occasionally you produce a nice sketch. Not like a frame worthy thing, but accurate ones of people, things, places, etc.

Your lined notepad laid out on your desk, littered with sketches of the fake flowers and side profiles of your co-workers as they worked. Nothing too big. Suddenly, a small thud makes rings in your ears, and you look up to see the source in front of you. It was Anakin of course. He placed your favorite soda right in front of you. A small blush spread across your face and body. He was a friendly guy. You kept having to remind yourself of that. "Okay. Now that we're friends, do you like 'em small?"

You pause and stare at him for a second before allowing yourself to chuckle at his poor joke. "Anakin!" You gasp smacking his hand off of your desk.

He laughs and drags his hands up in the air in defeat, backing away slightly. "Cmon! I bought you a soda Y/n!"

"That doesn't mean were 'ball preference' kind of friends. Not yet." you turn to the side and stack your papers neatly as you speak.

Anakin dramatically puts his head on your desk and pounds his fist lightly beside him. "What must a man do!"

"Oh quit your crying... don't you have a job to be doing?" You pause and turn to him questioningly.

"Oh like what? Entertain my receptionist?" For some reason, his use of possessive pronouns sent waves over your body.

"Anakin..." Your voice remained unwavering, hiding the effect his words had on you.

"Alright alright. By the way," He pauses before making his way back to his desk, "my favorite soda is Crush if you ever feel like being nice. Hint hint, wink wink" Did he just 'Hint hint, wink wink' you? Outloud? He was so fucking stupid. You loved it though. Itmade the day more enjoyable and go by faster.

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You've worked there for about two weeks now, both you and Anakin have gotten closer, always sitting together at company things. Choosing each other as partners when HR does 'informational' games. It was subtle but people noticed. Kristen became one of your friends in the office, she could be snippy, but you don't blame her, she worked in customer service. She would make silly comments about the both of you. Sometimes you fed into it, and other times, completely shut it down. (You enjoyed it either way.)

Today was a big night for the office. It was the Halloween Party. You had no idea what you'd be going as, as it had to be appropriate and recognizable. Kristen was already doing a matching couples costumes with the whole customer service department, so that left her out. You had asked Anakin to match with you earlier yesterday, and he agreed thank god, yet tonight, you were sitting alone in a chair outside the conference room where all the food and music was. Since it was so last minute, your costumes were basic. You sat slumped down with your cat ears on your head, with a little painted nose on with black paint and whiskers. Your black turtleneck was bringing you the slightest bit of comfort. Anakin hadn't come yet, and the party ended soon. You had felt disappointed but felt a kind of sense of regret. You guys weren't close. He didn't have an obligation to be here, and it was pathetic of you to pout in the corner, waiting on blonde man to show up in his mouse outfit, that you had barley known for half a month.

Streamers were starting to droop from the ceiling as you look up from your crossed arms. The sound of the front door opening didn't faze you anymore. You quit looking up in hopes it was him, after about the twelfth time. Soon though, to your surprise, standing in front of you was a dripping wet Anakin with coat in hand. "I'm so sorry, I was sprinting all around town looking for face paint for the nose. T-then it rained," He was clearly out of breath, "and I lost track of time." You shook your head at him after a moment. "I'm so sorry I really am..."

You stand up, and pat his arm, rubbing it comfortingly. "Anakin, it's no big deal. I'm not gonna lie I was a little upset but you could've just texted me?" You hold up your phone. "We have face paint here."

Anakin takes a deep sigh, burying his face in his hands, dragging them down slowly. "Are you serious. No way I was that stupid."

"I don't expect anything less Mr. Skywalker." You shrug your shoulders playfully.

"You could at least try to be nice Snickers. I know it's not your strong suit." He quips.

You stare at him for a moment, crossing your arms. "Want your face painted or not?"

Anakin sticks his finger up, signaling you to hang on as he rummages through his wet bag. He pulls out a cheap pair of pink and grey ears, you can tell were hot glued last night. "Ready!" He holds them up near his face and smiles.

There were only a couple people left, excluding you and Anakin, since the party ended in 25 minutes, but you'd be dammed if you weren't gonna make the most of it. You had him sit in your rolley office chair at your desk, with all the paints splayed out on it. You lean in to dab some more pink on his nose. Each time you'd go in to put it on, both of you would start laughing. You didn't know if it was nervousness or what, but you were a giggling, sweating mess.

"Y'know I'm never gonna be able to finish if you don't stop laughing at me." You pull your hands back away from his face and he looks downward trying to contain his laughter.

"Sorry, sorry, work your magic," He straightens up and makes a more serious face, closing his eyes. "Cmon." He beckons you. You move closer, pulling out the black face paint crayon, slowly tracing whiskers onto his face. Did mice have whiskers? You had no idea; all you could focus on was how lucky you were that his eyes were closed because now, he couldn't see how flushed you were. His skin was soft, his eyelashes long and fan like, but god his cheeks. They were so perfect; a rose shade dusted his pale points. Almost as if they were mocking your own blush.

Anakin slowly opened his eyes, and for a moment it was like the whole world stood still. The both of you just looked into each others eyes for a moment, both admiring faces and features. If the saying 'eyes are the window to the soul' was true, he had left his unlocked for you. More was said in that few seconds glance, than you had ever heard in your entire life.

'HONKKKKKKKKKKKK'

What the fuck was that? You jump startled by the noise. Anakin puts a friendly hand on your wrist to calm you back down. "Sorry, that's probably my ride." You said nothing, still processing whatever 'moment' the both of you just shared. "Um, see you next week." Anakin waved and headed towards the door.

"Wait! I- um, I'm heading out to my car anyway, can I walk you out?" Your hands fiddled anxiously.

"Well, I don't see why not?" He grins at you, motioning for you to join him.

The elevator ride was quiet again. The pattering rain made a melody with the soft shuffling of feet. You watched Anakin from the reflection of the metal walls of the elevator. His image was blurred but nonetheless, you could still see his presence, and that was enough.

'Ding!'

The two of you stepped out of the elevator and out of the lobby's glass doors. Rain began to smear the both of yours face paint. "See you next week Snickers." Anakin nodded to you and headed to a black sedan parked Infront of the building. You waved to him solemnly as he opened the passenger side door. You saw a glance of the driver.

Your heart stopped beating.

A beautiful brunette girl sat in the driver's seat. Her curled hair laid tossed on her elegant shoulders. Her lips were pink and plump, and her eyes were nothing short of model worthy. Anakin leaned over and planted a kiss to her temple.

fuck.

You stood in the rain watching them take off onto the empty street.

Notes ` Im sorry this took so long to get out, and I apologize if it's not up to code. But im genuinely having so much fun writing this and I really appreciate all of the support! FOUR MORE CHPATERS TO GO WOOOO! I hope you liked it :)

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bastardblvd · 1 year

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submitted entries for the slimeball alley on bastard boulevard collab event. please be mindful of content warnings and boundaries set by authors. want to join? read our guidelines here.

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"DOUBLE DOWN" by @ryndicate 🦠 ⚠️

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"didn't know you were into that kinda stuff."

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when an inspector unexpectedly comes to your restaurant, you figure out how to get yourself out of trouble.

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afab reader x taxi driver!zoro

it's 3am and walking home from your shitty job at the diner seems like a drag, so you call a cab, hoping for a quick trip back to your apartment so you can finally catch some sleep. your moss-haired, muscle-bound, directionally-challenged cabbie definitely gives you a ride you didn't expect.

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“THE HR FILES” by @if-dreams-do-come-true ⚠️

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after a run-in with grimetown's sleazy cop nanami, you've come to the dmv to replace the sticker that was stolen off your car from a certain freeloader. you've got to convince the dmv employee, a stickler for the rules, that you quite badly need this problem squared away today.

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waitingonthewind · 9 months

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shibaraki · 1 year

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HOW SWEET IT IS ┊ MIDORIYA IZUKU

tags: GN reader, strangers to possible lovers, pro hero deku, loneliness, meet cute, valentines day chocolate, fluffy fluff, DEKU I LOVE YOU

wc: 1.4k

You expected other loners and late night finishers. Maybe even the odd husband that had supposedly forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, despite the city being drenched in pink for weeks leading up to it.

What you hadn’t expected to find by the clearance shelves was the number three hero, Deku.

Though his built frame was imposing by nature the man somehow managed to shrink into himself. He’s all wrapped up, burrowing into his collar, hidden by the fabric pulled over his eyes. You catch the wisps of green stubbornly curling out from beneath the hood, dull in the cheap fluorescent light. You can hardly recognise him. That was likely the point.

Deku is widely known and revered as a symbol of peace. Thus, you are used to the sight of his back; broad and sturdy, standing upright, never yielding under pressure. It’s unsettling to see him now, wilting and shrouded in such palpable loneliness.

The atmosphere is thick with it. Enough that people avoid him, sparing a sympathetic smile as they turn their carts to the opposite aisle. Nobody knows who he is, you realise.

It gives birth to an idea.

“White, milk, or dark?”

You’ve sidled up beside him before you can even consider the consequences. Deku stills, almost as though he were holding his breath. The shadows across his face recede and he turns to look at you, blinking dolefully, spring anew in his eyes.

Chewing the corner of his lip, he casts a cautious glance to his surroundings as if to make sure you were talking to him.

“Ah…” he starts, voice lowered enough that it brings you in closer and the proximity shakes him. “What was that?”

You favour him with a sheepish grin. Doubtful that it would measure up to the bright smile he often wore during his patrols, but you hoped it would at least set him at ease. “Sorry. I was wondering if you preferred white, milk or dark chocolate. Looks like you’ve been trying to decide for a while now”.

Colour seeps into his cheeks. He straightens with a squeak, patting his pants pocket and pulling out his phone to check the time. The bridge of his nose wrinkles. “Guess I have,” he winces.

Deku peers up and meets your gaze. Whatever he sees in your face seems to put his worries to rest. Grimace softening, he scratches at his jaw. You try not to stare at the scars twisting around his hand, or at the stiff, crooked fingers.

A quiet contemplative hum builds in his chest. You perk up as he looks back at the boxes of chocolate lining the shelves, each with a garish yellow discount sticker.

“If I had to pick… I think I prefer milk chocolate”.

“That’s a good choice. Not too sweet and not too bitter,” you push up onto your toes and reach for the highest shelf, feeling the weight of his stare as he tracks your movement.

With a victorious sound, you grab a box. Like most of them it is heart shaped and a rich shade of pink, but this one is mercifully undamaged, and there’s a cute ribbon tied into a bow across the front. Deku blinks curiously and tilts his head in question as you beckon him forward.

“Come with me,” something about the conspiratorial whisper creates a spark. You’re giddy with it, too, ushering him to the self checkout in a comedically clandestine manner.

“O—okay?”

Deku follows; quite precipitous for a hero. You’re left wondering where all that earlier caution went. His presence is at your back— magnetic in the way it draws you in, warmth seeping through his clothes, hovering over your shoulder to watch while you pay for the chocolates. You can see his face in your periphery, fumbling when his lips pout.

None of the other customers bat an eyelid to the number three hero as you exit the store together. You are confronted with the thought that to everyone else here you probably looked like a young couple. Heat gathers in your face, stinging against the cool night air, so much so that you worry steam might hiss out of your ears.

You turn on your heel abruptly. Deku startles and stops in place. The neon sign above the automatic doors blinks from blue to yellow. It deepens the bags under his eyes and reflects in his irises as a breeze nudges the hood back, strands of mossy curls spilling onto his forehead.

You’re a stranger. This situation is weird enough, and it would only make it weirder to tell him that you think he’s handsome with his hair grown out.

Deku waits despite the oddity. Regards you with kindness and patience, wringing his hands across his stomach. Your lips part, but before the name ‘Deku’ can pass, you think better of it.

You take in the slope of his shoulders, how he massages the scars on his wrist, the effort it takes to keep his eyes open. It must be tiring. It must be lonely.

“For you… Midoriya,” you murmur softly, toeing the proverbial line in the sand. Turning the box of chocolates in your palms, you hold it out to him, holding his gaze in hopes he will see your intentions.

You are endeared by the surprise that colours his features. Shock, and then realisation. Deku blushed furiously, brows knitting together as he reaches out to take the gift from you, only to pause before your fingers can brush. Curl, unfurl, he clenched his fist and wrung it out, as though shaking off his anxiety.

“Is this… I can’t accept these,” he tells you. “We don’t know each other—”

Embarrassed, you rush to clarify, “Please don’t misunderstand! I’m not confessing or anything. You don’t know me! I just…”

You smile awkwardly, weight shifting onto each foot. “You looked like you needed some cheering up. And I know Valentine’s Day can be lonely so I thought you could use a little love, maybe?”

The Deku you know best is made of marble. Broad, intimidating stature, carved by the brightest minds in the country, steeped in an air of confidence, a man with an unbreakable spirit.

The Deku before you here is brittle. Your words chip away at him to discover something tender beneath. Quivering, the corners of his mouth pull into a wobbly smile. Pink blooms deeper across his cheeks— with happiness this time, rather than surprise.

His hands are warm as they cover your own and they linger. The scars on his fingers are smoother than expected, gentle too. Your heart beats like a moth's wing when he gives a deliberate squeeze.

“Thank you,” he says, thick with emotion, bringing the box to his chest. UA alumni often joked about Deku’s crybaby tendencies in interviews but you always chalked it up to friendly teasing.

Midoriya inhales sharp and wet through his nose, making you both laugh, unable to look away from one another. He’s brighter now; that rights something in your chest— this is how it should be.

A beat of silence passes. Then, suddenly, your voices overlap.

“I guess I’ll—”

“Before you—!”

Rapping his fingertips to the box, Midoriya ducks his chin to hide his face. You bite your bottom lip and idly running your tongue over the impression of your teeth.

“You first,” you offer apologetically.

He peers up at you through his bangs. The neon sign blinkers again, a brief flash of yellow elongating the shadow of his lashes. “I was just thinking. You know, as thanks for the chocolate, maybe you could join me and we can share them, if you like?”

When you don’t immediately say yes, the hero before you dissolves into muttered ramblings. “Unless you already have plans! I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry. Of course you have plans for Valentine’s Day. I mean, look at you. Wow. I should—”

“Midoriya!” you rest your hands on his shoulders and shake. It silences him, and you swallow dryly as the corded muscles under your palms shift. “I don’t have plans. I would love to sit and eat chocolate with you”.

“That’s… great,” deflating with a long exhale, Midoriya’s eyes crinkle at the corners. You nod, smoothing over his arms in what is intended to be reassurance, instead reminding you of just how big his biceps are.

The spell is broken as the automatic doors slide open and groan on their hinges. Deku turns away from the light to retreat into his hood, and you instinctively move to shield him. Unperturbed, the stranger leaves without even a glance in your direction.

“I guess we should… find somewhere to sit,” you murmur.

Deku voiced his agreement with a quiet hum. “I know a place with a good view,” he says, head tilting to meet your gaze. He grins, “Are you afraid of heights?”

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