#midorya x reader

[bakuchrome]

Hiiiiiiiiiii

So so like…I just came from your Dabi fic, and I really really wanted you to write for Izuku x sligjtly older reader, with Affection by CAS.

What I was thinking, was Izuku in his last year of UA so probably 18, and reader is probably about 19. Sure their literal age gap isn’t much, but reader drinks a bit too much after getting kicked out when they were 16, so they’re more mature than their age, and Izuku helps them through a rough night.

If you don’t wanna write this, that’s totally cool! But it was a silly little idea I had

𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧— 𝐈. 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐚

Izuku Midoriya x Slightly Older Reader

☆open request☆

Master List

The city hums beneath flickering neon lights, rain misting the pavement in a quiet lull. The scent of wet asphalt mingles with the sour tang of alcohol as Izuku walks the familiar route to a bar that’s always too dim, too quiet— except for the nights you stumble out of it, eyes glassy with a buzz too heavy to carry alone.

He finds you slumped against the cold brick wall, bottle dangling from your fingers, your breath visible in the chilly night air.

“Hey,” he calls gently, crouching down in front of you. “Rough night?”

You blink at him, slow and lazy, a drowsy smile pulling at your lips. “Izuku…” His name drips from your tongue like honey, warm despite the slur. “You always find me, don’t you?”

He sighs, but there’s no annoyance in it. Just something softer— something that makes his chest tighten. “Because I worry about you.” He almost shrugs

You laugh, a tired sound that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “You shouldn’t.”

Izuku ignores that. He always does. Instead, he carefully pries the near-empty bottle from your grasp, setting it aside.

He’s learned by now that scolding you never works. Neither does telling you to stop drinking, to take better care of yourself.

So he does what he always does— picks up the pieces quietly, without asking for anything in return.

He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“Don’t have one,” you mumble, words laced with bitter amusement. It’s a reminder he doesn’t need. He knows why you drink, why you always end up here, waiting for something that never comes.

Still, he offers a quiet, “You have mine.”

You let him help you to your feet, unsteady against him. He feels the way you lean into him, how your weight shifts easily into his hold, as if you trust him not to let you fall. His arm wraps securely around your waist, guiding you through the dim-lit streets.

The night air is crisp, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chatter of passersby. Your head lolls against his shoulder, warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re sweet,” you murmur, voice softer now, a lull of drowsy affection. “For taking care of me.”

Izuku swallows, the words settling in his chest like a gentle ache.

And then—

“Y’know… if you were just a little bit older…” A quiet, wistful hum slips past your lips. “I could actually fall for you.”

He stills, just for a second.

You don’t notice. You’re too lost in the haze, words tumbling freely, unaware of the way they land— of how they lodge themselves deep in the cracks of his heart.

Izuku exhales slowly, steadying himself. He forces a small chuckle, as if it doesn’t sting. “I don’t think age has much to do with it,” he says lightly.

You don’t answer. Maybe you’ve already drifted past the point of remembering this conversation. Maybe you won’t recall a single word come morning.

But Izuku will.

Because he’s already fallen. Long before tonight, long before he ever found you outside this bar, before he ever heard your voice laced with something so achingly soft, so impossibly out of reach.

And for the first time in a long time, he lets himself wonder—

If he had been just a little older, would you have fallen for him too?

☆open request☆

Comment to be tagged in text post, or request!!

[cvnt4him]

Seen this video of what looks like bugs Bunny n Lola bunny kissing n ugh. Izu.

human!reader basically having bunny hybrid!izu absolutely obsessed. He can't help coming to your hut in the middle of the forest giving you fruits and veggies from his garden and in return you cook for him, and on the occasion let him stay over and even cuddle him! Ugh, he just loves when you scratch him behind his ears, they occasionally flick at the touch. Soft s'mores leaving his motionless figure, he's just too adorable. He just feels so special, it's not as if you don't treat every hybrid that shows up on your doorstep with love and care as if they were normal, despite the society you live in in your eyes they are! He completely understands that you feel as if it's your job to make every one feel cared for. But he swears it's as if he's a favorite— THE favorite. Like you don't love anyone else quite like him! Sure theres katsuki, a stubborn wolf who acts as if he doesn't care about you, and as much as you visibly like him your relationship with katsuki will NEVER be as sweet and love filled as yours with izuku. He's confident in his position in your heart. He knows fully that he belongs to you, and vice versa. You're his, and when you kiss him- god does he melt.

You end up proving what he already knew right. You hold him close as you caress his freckled cheeks, wide bug eyes blinking at you whilst his nose twitched fastly. He cocks his head to the side, a blush creeping into his face as his breath hitched coming nearly to a complete stop. You sigh through your nose and lean in slowly placing the gentlest kiss to his rough lips, eyes closing while you hold the kiss momentarily thumb swiping his doughy face as you practically feel the best radiating from his face. His body was stiff and his eyes fluttered shut, just as the kiss could've become more- you hear a sudden thump. then more, and soon then it was a repeated motion, izukus body moving along with the sound causing you to break the kiss moving back to see his foot patting against your hardwood aggressively and fastly. You couldn't help but giggle at his utter cuteness. I mean look at him— face red, ears down to the side of his cheeks, wide eyes staring at you as if hes begging silently for another, he was too adorable you burst into laughter as he whines, his tail wiggling behind him as well. Goodness he was absolutely smitten, the wobbly smile that formed on his face as you held him in your hands, cooing random words at him with how adorable he was. He nearly fell over on top of you with how flustered he was. He was literally shaking in your hands. How adorable.

But anyways, bunny hybrid!izu

[simplyraeblue]

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Professional (Shouta Aizawa x reader)

!afabreader x aizawa as a teacher, reprimanding wasn't uncommon for you to practice. you being reprimanded? only allowed by Shouta Aizawa. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, MDNI, p in v, creampie (don't be silly wrap your willy!), somewhat public sex, sex on a desk, going commando (couldn't be me), no pronouns used, use of sweetheart, light bondage (gagged by a tie), punishment kink A/N: art above by ficel_art on instagram! I saw it on pinterest first but immediately deep dove onto their account. dadzawa was just too hot in this art to not immediately write something for him ( ´ཀ` ) word count: 1,930

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you loved being a teacher at U.A. – but some days, it felt like the little future heroes were actually little devils. it was about the third time that little… twat waffle… named Katsuki Bakugo had interrupted your class just today to bully Izuku Midorya. while your mental nickname for him wasn’t very teacherly, the best you could do was to speak to his homeroom teacher.

after lunch had started, you marched your exhausted ass to Shouta’s classroom. someone needed to knock some sense into that kid, and you were very sure it wasn’t going to be you doing the job. if you tried… well, you’d probably lose your job with the words you’d use. and Bakugo could be even worse in return, you were certain of that.

you didn’t bother to knock at the door as you shoved it open to find Shouta sitting at the desk grading a stack of papers. he glanced up at your loud intrusion, an eyebrow arching up when he saw the look on your face, already knowing that you were ready to unload.

“who was it today?” Shouta hummed as he merely returned his focus to the homework in front of him without missing a beat. you slammed your hands on his desk, earning his full attention on you.

“I’m going to try very hard to speak in a professional manner, so listen up because I’m not repeating myself.” you warned him with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. Shouta raised an eyebrow, hands up in a silent gesture to proceed. “I know you love your students – and don’t try to lie – but you need to reprimand Bakugo more often. he’s disrupted my class every day this week, and I’m seriously considering putting him on probation from participating in the sports festival.”

Shouta slowly stood, moving around the desk as he processed your words, nodding along. “so, you think he should be punished?” he asked, his voice even.

you nodded firmly. “and I’m asking you to help.”

he gave a small, knowing shrug. “and you’re trying to be professional about it?”

“well, I like to think of myself as a professional most of the time.” you chuckled dryly as you shook your head. in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were getting close to the point where you might use your quirk on the brat a few times… but that would only happen if you were specifically asked to for training purposes.  

Shouta had made his way to your side by now, standing a few inches from you as he smirked. when you noticed his expression you raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know that I’d call you the most professional of teachers.” he told you as he looked down into your eyes.

“what’s that supposed to mean, Shouta?” you dared to ask, still confused as to where he was going with this. “are you going to give me an exhaustive list of the reasons I’m not professional, because it wouldn’t be the first time you have.”

“no, not an exhaustive list today.” he snickered before his hand drifted to grasp at your hips. you jumped slightly at the contact, sucking in a breath when he ruched the hem of your skirt in his fingers.

he’d been watching you since this morning, the black pencil skirt you wore showing off the plush of your ass as you walked down the hallway to attend to the students. his eyes followed you like magnets wherever you went – and he hadn’t been ignorant enough to miss the tiny little detail he was about to bring to your attention.

before he spoke again, he swiftly lifted you to sit on the edge of his desk, causing you to gasp. when he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, he whispered, “for now, let’s start with the fact that you’re not wearing any panties.”

immediately, a smirk crossed your lips. “ah, so you finally noticed?” you murmured, cheeks heating with his breath on your ear.

“I noticed long ago. I’m assuming this was for me?” he asked as his nose nuzzled your neck, making you groan. “you just couldn’t wait until we were home could you, sweetheart?”

“you’re always so tired when you get home, I just wanted you to know what you had to look forward to.” as you explained, you thought back to getting dressed this morning – you’d quickly thrown on your outfit, neglecting your panties while your husband was in the bathroom. Shouta had been none the wiser when he’d come out, simply giving you a morning kiss before the two of you left for work.

“I don’t know, I kind of want it right now.” you pulled back to study his face, seeing them dark with desire as his hands palmed your ass through your skirt. “we have some time while the students are at lunch, what do you say?”

you were reminded every day of how hot your husband was, and now was no exception. “lock the door.” you instructed him, to which he pushed off of you and secured the door. when he returned, he wasted no time in crashing his lips into yours.

“we should still be quick, sweetheart. don’t want any of the students roaming the hallway to hear us.” Shouta whispered between your lips, taking your lower one into his mouth and sucking harshly on it.

“then you’d better be quiet.” you teased, something that you always learned your lesson for doing later. you felt him smirk into the next kiss he gave you as he pushed your skirt up to your waist, cold air hitting your wetting pussy.

he knew how to be fast, and quiet. it was something Shouta learned very quickly within his line of work – but you’d figured out how to make that increasingly more difficult for him to put into practice. your hands all but ripped his belt off before shoving his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock standing at attention.

god, he’d thought about using his lunch time to find a secluded place and jerk off to the thought of you. after noticing your lack of underwear this morning, it was all he could think about, repeatedly having to clear his mind while working. but this was even better, he thought.

you watched in awe as Shouta pulled his tie off, and just as you wondered if he would throw it to the side, he instead pushed the fabric between your teeth and swiftly tied it behind your head. “now, you have to be the one to be quiet.” Shouta taunted as he placed a light kiss on your gagged mouth.

while he lined his tip with your seeping hole, you whimpered against the fabric muffling your words. Shouta was painstakingly slow in pushing inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his immense girth as you moaned at the feeling of his veiny cock molding your walls.

when he finally bottomed out, he let out a low groan of pleasure before placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back to lay flat on the desk. “I’m beginning to think your lack of professional is what needs to be punished.” Shouta teased as he leisurely rolled his hips into yours causing your eyes to roll back. “but I guess I’ll have to save your true penalty for tonight, since we need to be quick.”

 you nodded fervently as he began to slam into you, the desk creaking beneath you with every bullying thrust. “please.” your beg came out muffled, but enough for him to understand.

Shouta’s lips covered yours to add an extra layer of quieting your noises, his dick now repeatedly slamming into your walls with a fierce pace. he pulled away for a moment to spit onto your clit before his fingers began to work the sensitive nub. “don’t worry, sweetheart. tonight, you’re going to get a good punishment that I think you and I both will enjoy.” you whimpered at the thought, already knowing your ass would be bruised and sore come tomorrow morning.

“fuck I’ll never – mph – get sick of – hah – this pussy.” Shouta bit out with each smack of his hips into your ass, the noises the two of you were creating become filthier every second. as he brutally circled your clit, pinching it between his fingers, you moaned into the now wet fabric between your teeth. he always had been an expert at getting you close with almost no effort, and you could already feel the knot coiling in your stomach. “so perfect for me sweetheart. such a perfect wife.”

he was a little sad that he needed to be fast, wanting to savor every bit of you, but after looking at the clock Shouta realized that time was almost up. “gonna need you to – hmph – come on my cock now, sweetheart. need you to come before I fill you up.”

with his demand, he slapped a hand down onto your clit harshly, making your back arch off the desk in response. “Shouta!” your husband’s name barely passed your lips before he smacked your clit again, caressing it between each contact until you were coming undone beneath him. “m’ coming!”

Shouta swore under his breath as he watched your body convulse below, your pretty eyes rolling back just as your slick walls clenched around his cock. if he had more time, he’d keep going until you couldn’t walk for a week – but he’d just have to save it for tonight. for now, he allowed his release to barrel over him alongside yours.

his head fell down between your covered tits, the fabric of your shirt doing nothing to hide them as he muffled his own whines of pleasure before he was shooting ropes of cum inside you. he’d buried himself to the hilt to make sure you got every last drop, praying it was deep enough to ensure it stayed trapped inside of you for the rest of the day.

with perfect timing, he started to come down from the high just as the bell rang, echoing in your now almost deaf ears. Shouta slowly pulled out, hissing at the loss of warmth against his cock, before quickly pulling his tie from your lips. he used it to clean himself up before kneeling down to wipe away any mess he’d left between your thighs.

“maybe I should’ve brought a backup pair of panties.” you groaned as you slowly sat up. “now I’m going to have to worry that our unborn children are going to leak down my thighs the rest of the day.”

“you wicked woman, that foul mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.” Shouta smirked as he kissed you softly. you watched as he walked back around his desk and opened a drawer, before he pulled out a pair of your panties. “it’s a good thing I noticed before we left the house and brought these just in case.”

your jaw dropped out as you snatched them from him. “you knew! and you let me think I’d seduced you.” a pout formed on your lips before you slipped the underwear on, praying it was enough to prevent any embarrassment.

Shouta only caressed your head, his lips meeting yours again. “you seduce me without even trying, sweetheart.” you grinned at the words until his hand gently wrapped around your throat. “but don’t forget, you’re still getting reprimanded later.”

you’d never been so excited to get punished.

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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)

Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)

Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)

Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)

Link to Hawks x reader here (word count: 1,903)

[mrsfullbuster]

I am in desperate need of help

So

There was this writer on tumblr who wrote a fanfic about how the reader got cheated on by bakugo and so they went on and got with midorya through a contract but like later on they fell in love got married for real and then had like 5 sons toshinori asahi hero kota or koda I don’t remember the little last one tho and they basically adopt bakugo’s son named kane cuz bakugo was acting like a bum ass father and there’s even these like small one shots on the side and I know the writer is also on ao3 but I can’t remember the user can someone pls pls pls help

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ dirty business ~ i. midoriya

sum: you've been hired at a famous business company and you're meeting your new boss. on the way your thoughts turn to the usual 'they're going to be ugly or hairy' or 'they're going to try and bribe me' because of all your previous bosses. turns out you couldn't be more wrong.

pairing: boss! izuku midoriya x worker! female reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, reader gets called princess/sweetheart, dirty talk, cum dripping/creampied, general NSFW content.

a/n: another request from my wattpad days - featuring everyone's favourite green-haired pro. yet another work that's been rotting away on my drafts because i haven't had time to edit things lately. enjoy! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Titling your head back to look up at the overly bright fluorescent lights, you let a small sigh pass your lips as you wished to be anywhere other than where you were. Yet, by no fault of your own, here you were questioning if this was really worth it.

Closing your eyes, you imagined yourself on a beach, the warmth of the sun kissing your skin as the sound of the ocean moving lulled you into a sense of calm and tranquillity. After a few minutes, you opened your eyes again and moved your head down, glancing around the space you were in.

Every part of you wished this would be over within a matter of minutes, but deep down, you knew that was a lie. It could probably take a good hour or so. Today was the first day of your new job, and you had the pleasure of meeting your new boss before being shown around the workplace.

Truth be told, you didn't want to do this, not again. You had bad experiences with things like this, especially with the bosses of your old jobs.

They'd be your cliché old seedy guys who didn't know when no meant no and certainly didn't care about you or what you felt, as long as they could have their fill of your young body in any way they wanted. Hopefully, this time, that wouldn't be the case and you'd get to stay at a job for longer than a few months. "Miss (y/n)? Mr Midoriya is ready to see you now".

The sound of your name made you blink before turning to the source of the sound, offering a small smile to the other young woman who was standing there as you stood, brushing yourself down before walking forward, bowing your head at the receptionist as you walked past her.

Turning the corner like you were instructed to, you made your way down the hallway towards the big double door at the end. When you reached them, you raised your fist and stalled for a second, hand hovering in place before bringing it down to the wooden door, making your presence soon known with a knock.

"Come in!".

Green eyes watched your movements carefully as you walked in, your head bowed slightly as you closed the door behind you. "Y-You said you wanted to meet me, sir?".

A low chuckle passed Izuku's lips as he leaned back, taking in you and your figure. Dressed in casual business attire, it complemented your figure perfectly, hugging you in all the right places. Places he loved on a woman.

Of course, he wouldn't say that to you, only to himself as he leant forward, joining his hands together in front of him as he distanced himself from his thoughts, for the moment at least.

"Ah, yes. Miss (y/n), was it?". A soft hum and a nod of your head was your only answer as you didn't dare to look up. You didn't want to face your new reality yet, so you tried your hardest not to look up.

Watching you again for a moment, a small smirk tugged at his lips as he stood and made his way over to where you stood. Beginning to walk around you, getting a closer look at you before halting his steps.

Something about you intrigued him, and he wanted to get to know you better. He could gather you were somewhat quiet, but with a confident smile to himself, he knew he'd be able to break down those walls and get the prize he desired. "Now, is that any way to greet your new boss, Miss (y/n)? I'd much rather see your face than the top of your head".

With a gulp, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your erratic heart. The inner battle you were facing was not making things easier. Biting the bullet, you opened your eyes and lifted your head, only to find yourself gasping at the male in front of you. He wasn't like any of the other bosses you had.

Green hair with eyes to match, freckles dotted around his cheeks. He was younger than you had expected, but he was certainly handsome. You could feel feelings stirring up in you, especially thoughts that were not safe for the workplace, but you mentally scolded yourself, telling yourself this is not the place.

Maybe you would enjoy having this man as your boss. Only time would tell if you were right.

It all started with the occasional comment or glance. Light touches on your shoulders or arms that made you shiver in a way you forgot existed. A way you hadn't felt for such a long time.

You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing, but right now, you didn't care. You tried to hold yourself and your composure for as long as possible before it fell away one late night in the office.

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and smiled a little, tapping away on your keyboard as you continued with the report on your screen. Today was one of the days you decided to stay behind, along with a few others, to catch up on small pieces of work you had missed for whatever reason.

You didn't have to, but with the project you and your floor had been working on coming up, you didn't want to take any chances on anything being wrong or not turned in on time. Everyone knew that would have a detrimental effect on the company's profits.

Letting out a pained moan at the stiffness you felt, you stretched in your seat a little, enjoying the small popping you felt before standing up. Leaning on your desk, you took the opportunity to stretch yourself a little more, a groan of joy passing your lips as you felt a bigger crack in the top of your back.

The pleasure that seemed to spread through your body made you sigh in relief.

Green eyes watched carefully as their owner smirked once they saw you were distracted enough. Enough for them to finally move from their hiding place and walk over to you. Strong arms wrapped around your frame, causing you to squeak in surprise, jumping slightly as you looked over your shoulder. "A-Ah! S-Sir?".

Chuckling, Izuku let his arms drop before stepping back, taking in your current position. Everything about you was perfect and driving him insane. The curves of your body were more on show due to your current position had him biting his lip, thoughts going into overdrive for a moment.

Moving closer, he lifted a hand and let his fingers run down your back, smirking at the way you shivered and moved instinctively into his touch. "You know, you'd look so much better without these clothes on and bent over my desk like this~".

Biting your lip, you stood and turned around, taking your time to look him over. Running a hand up his arm, you wrapped it around his shoulder when you came to it and tilted your head, looking up to him as you pondered your next move, if there was one. "Hmm. That may be true, but I have some work to do".

Strong hands rested on your hips and pulled you closer, bodies pressed against each other as hot breath fanned your neck. Soft moans slipped past your lips as the green-haired male moved up to your ear, whispering words that had you weak at your knees and your core throbbing in need.

Pressing yourself closer to him, you could feel his cock twitching slightly beneath his work trousers, the thickness making you shiver ever so slightly. What would that be like, buried deep inside you? "You might do, but how about I put you to work on something much harder?"

A loud moan slipped past your lips as your walls stretched to accommodate the thick cock pushing into you. The way your walls gripped Izuku tightly, not wanting to let him go. Arching your back off the desk, you gripped the edge of the wood beneath you, knuckles turning white as you tried to keep yourself anchored to anything that would stop you from losing your sanity.

The obscense sounds your cunt was making only added to the pleasure you were feeling. "Fuck, you take my cock so well, sweetheart. Like this pretty pussy was made for me". Those words had you moaning in embarrassment as you felt yourself clench around Izuku. The quick snap of his hips had your eyes rolling into the back of your head for a second.

You'd forgotten what it felt like to be touched like this, let alone fucked. The guy was relentless. Each thrust of his hips had a loud moan slip out of your parted mouth, your walls gripping onto him as he continued to pound into you. Neither you nor your cunt wanted to let him go. "That's it, princess, fuck, let everyone know how you're feeling. Let them know you feel like this because of my cock".

Wrapping his arms around you, Izuku picked you up with ease and held your body close to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moned out louder as you felt the head of his cock press against that spongy spot deep inside.

Strong hands gripped your hips as you felt yourself being guided, body bouncing more roughly as you let a chant of his name pass your lips. The knot in your gut tightened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperate to anchor yourself to reality somehow. "A-ha, sir, please, can't take much more".

The feeling of your head being pulled back by your hair had you push your hips down further than you had intended, causing your body to stiffen momentarily at the jolt of pleasure running through your veins. "I told you, sweetheart, shit, call me Izuku while we're like this, although-".

His grip on your hips tightened as he felt his orgasm creeping closer, thrusts beginning to pick up pace as more chants of "yes" fell from your lips. "-I love any fucking name that comes from that pretty mouth of yours".

A loud groan echoed around the room as Izuku felt himself cum, his hot seed spilling into your now tighter cunt in what felt like a never-ending flow. Your own euphoria zapping through your body as your eyes flutter shut, the walls of your cunt milking him.

Resting your foreheads together, you both panted, desperate to catch your breaths, air in the room hot with the aftermath of your extra work. "Tomorrow, I want you to come and see me so we can continue this. You were a good girl taking all of me like that".

Nodding your head as best you could, you sighed out an agreement as you opened your eyes, moving your head slightly before taking in the flushed appearance of your boss. "Oh, and one more thing-".

His fingers lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. Your tired expression never let itself go from your face as you nodded your head in a state of post-orgasm bliss. "-don't you dare clean yourself up before you go home. I want you to tell me tomorrow what it felt like to have my cum dripping out of you, how it felt to be marked in a way only I get to do".

At this, your insides throbbed again, causing you to bite your lip at the feeling of his essence slowly seeping out of you. You knew you were probably playing a dangerous game, but you didn't care.

Not a single bit of you cared.

You could get used to this. After all, it wasn't every day you had a hot boss let alone got to fuck him until it felt like you had been rearranged both inside and out.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[itsallalreadydead]

i need to ride those damn abs and biceps 🤤 meow meow !!

[bananawafers]

mha boys as fall date ideas 🍂

(pt. 2)

izuku midorya ~ pumpkin patch 🎃

• insists on carrying your heavy pumpkin for you!

• picks the weird looking pumpkin because he wants to give it a chance to look special (damn you sweet boy)

• asks permission to hold your hand

• loves looking at the neat little halloween decorations that are for sale everywhere

• gets genuinely jump scared by an animatronic decoration

• leaves the pumpkin patch with 500 new pictures in his camera roll of the two of you

shoto todoroki ~ baking together 🥧🍎

• makes sure everything is perfect and tidy in his kitchen before you come over

• “…sorry about the mess.” (there is a single grain of salt on the counter)

• lights candles with his quirk as an attempt to be romantic

• he enjoys spending peaceful time with you, you can tell he’s so content as he goes through the motions

• why is he an extremely talented baker

• little physical acts of affection!!! him grabbing your waist gently when he needs to reach something in front of you, brushing flour off your face, or simply being shoulder to shoulder with you

• also uses his quirk to start a fire for you to cuddle next to afterwards <3

hitoshi shinso ~ stargazing 🌌

• tries to be all nonchalant but you can tell he’s a little nervous

• brings extra jacket for you aw

• “you’re freezing, just take it.”

• when you get to your spot and lay down the blanket, he would sit first, maybe tugging the edges of the blanket or smoothing it out

• stretches his legs out and leans back a little, resting on his elbows

• “it’s a lot easier to see the stars if you’re actually lying down, you know.”

• he’s not the type to initiate physical affection, but! he does cute little things like casually adjusting the blanket so that you’re fully covered, or shifting a bit so that you’re closer

• doesn’t know how to properly say goodbye so he kisses you on the cheek

let me know who else you want to see! I’ve got some good ideas for pt3 hehe

[chiyuuchu]

Just another star in the sky <3 (5th October 2024)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader ; Uraraka pov angst

Prompt! Uraraka experiences unrequited feelings while watching him choose her

Class 1-A was always filled with energy, but amidst all the chaos, there was one person who never seemed to make much noise—Y/N. She was quiet, graceful, and admired by many, both for her personality and her unique quirk. With a soft glow of light following her wherever she went and delicate wings that fluttered when she used her fairy quirk, Y/N seemed to embody a calm and gentle presence that stood out amongst the usual rambunctious nature of the class.

Ochaco Uraraka sat at her desk, her eyes lingering on Y/N as she floated quietly around the room, her wings glimmering slightly under the fluorescent lights. Y/N wasn’t someone who demanded attention, but somehow, she always got it. Everyone noticed her. Uraraka especially noticed how he noticed her—Izuku.

It wasn’t that Izuku was obvious about his feelings, but Ochaco had known him long enough to recognize the subtle changes in his behavior. The way he glanced at Y/N when he thought no one was watching, the way his face would turn just a little red when she walked by. It was like a stab to the chest every time Ochaco caught him staring.

As Y/N gracefully floated past, her wings barely making a sound, Uraraka clenched her fists under the desk, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in her chest. She had always known that Y/N was beautiful, kind, and admired by many. But knowing that Izuku—her Izuku—liked her was harder than she’d anticipated.

Uraraka had never said it out loud, but she had harbored feelings for Izuku since the beginning. His kind heart, his determination, and the way he always tried to help everyone—those were the things she had fallen for. But Izuku? He had fallen for someone else. Someone like Y/N, someone who was effortlessly perfect in every way.

She lowered her gaze, staring at the wooden surface of her desk as her thoughts swirled. How could she compete with Y/N? Y/N’s quirk was beautiful, elegant—she was beautiful and elegant. Uraraka’s quirk was practical, but not graceful. Y/N never stumbled over her words like Uraraka often did. She never had to worry about blushing too much or saying the wrong thing. She was always so poised.

It wasn’t that Uraraka disliked Y/N—how could she? Y/N was nothing but kind, always offering a smile or a helping hand when someone needed it. But it hurt. It hurt knowing that the person she liked admired someone else. That the person she admired thought so highly of someone she could never compare to.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to feel this way. She didn’t want to be angry or jealous. Y/N had done nothing wrong. And Izuku? He couldn’t help who he liked. But it didn’t make the pain go away.

Uraraka’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Midoriya’s voice. She glanced up, her heart sinking as she watched him nervously approach Y/N. He looked flustered, rubbing the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous.

“Um, Y/N,” Izuku stammered, his cheeks tinted pink, “I was wondering… uh, if you’re not too busy, do you want to help me with the homework later? I mean, only if you want to—! It’s fine if you don’t have time.”

Y/N turned, offering a soft smile that made Izuku’s blush deepen. “Sure, I’d be happy to help,” she replied, her voice as quiet and calming as always.

Uraraka felt like her heart was breaking. She could see how much it meant to Izuku, how much he liked her. The way he looked at Y/N was different from the way he looked at anyone else. And Y/N? She was so sweet, so unassuming, that she probably didn’t even realize how much of an impact she had on him.

As she watched them, Ochaco’s mind began to spiral, comparing herself to Y/N more harshly than ever. I’m not as graceful, not as calm, not as beautiful, she thought bitterly. No wonder Izuku likes her. Who wouldn’t?

She clenched her fists again, feeling the frustration and sadness bubble up. It wasn’t Y/N’s fault, and it wasn’t even Izuku’s. But she couldn’t stop the hurt from creeping in. It felt like she was losing a battle she had never even entered.

“Uraraka?”

She jumped, blinking rapidly as she realized that Kirishima was standing in front of her desk, a concerned look on his face. “You okay? You look a little out of it.”

Uraraka forced a smile, pushing her emotions down as best as she could. “Yeah! I’m fine,” she said, her voice a little too bright. “Just, uh… thinking.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, grateful that he didn’t ask more questions.

As he walked away, Uraraka let out a quiet sigh. She glanced back at Y/N and Izuku, who were now sitting together, their heads bent over a notebook. Izuku was explaining something excitedly, and Y/N was listening intently, nodding along.

He looks so happy, she thought, her heart aching. Why can’t I just be happy for him?

But deep down, Ochaco knew why. She was in love with Izuku. And it was tearing her apart to see him fall for someone else.

Later that evening, as everyone was winding down in the common room, Uraraka sat by herself, watching as Izuku and Y/N interacted with the others. She couldn’t help but feel invisible, like she was standing in the background of someone else’s story.

And maybe that was what hurt the most. Because in her heart, she had always hoped that her story would be with Izuku. But now, she wasn’t so sure if that was ever meant to be.

Days turned into weeks, and Uraraka found herself watching the gap between her and Izuku grow wider as Y/N quietly filled the space. It was never anything blatant—Y/N was too kind and unassuming for that—but little by little, she saw how Izuku gravitated towards her. It was the small moments that hurt the most: the way his eyes brightened when Y/N entered the room, the way his smile lingered just a little longer when they talked, the way he seemed more comfortable around her as time went on.

Uraraka tried to keep her feelings hidden. She smiled when she needed to, laughed when she could, but inside, she felt herself shrinking. Every time she saw Izuku with Y/N, her chest tightened, and the weight of unspoken emotions threatened to drown her.

She couldn't hate Y/N—there was nothing to hate. Y/N was always kind, always so soft-spoken and gentle. But the bitterness that clawed at her insides grew stronger each day. Uraraka was falling apart in silence while Izuku and Y/N got to know each other more, and it felt like she was watching her worst fears unfold right in front of her eyes.

It all came to a head one afternoon when Izuku invited Y/N to join them for lunch.

“Hey, Y/N! We’re all going to grab lunch together. Wanna come with us?” Izuku asked, his face lighting up as he extended the invitation.

Y/N hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. “Sure, if it’s not too much trouble.”

The group, consisting of Izuku, Iida, Todoroki, and Uraraka, all gathered at their usual table in the cafeteria. At first, it seemed like a normal lunch, but Uraraka could feel the tension building inside her the entire time. She sat quietly, picking at her food, while Izuku and Y/N talked and laughed with the rest of the group. Even Todoroki, who was usually quiet, was engaging with Y/N more than usual.

"Y/N, your quirk is really unique," Iida said with admiration. "I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It must take a lot of control."

Y/N smiled softly, her wings fluttering gently behind her. "It does take a bit of practice, but I’m getting there."

Izuku beamed at her, as proud as if he had trained her himself. "Yeah, Y/N’s amazing at controlling it. I saw her during training the other day—she handled it so well!"

Uraraka’s fork clattered onto her plate, and everyone looked at her. Her heart was pounding, and her chest felt tight. She could feel the anger bubbling up, threatening to spill over.

"Are you okay, Ochaco?" Izuku asked, his concerned green eyes searching her face.

That was the last straw.

"No, I’m not okay!" Uraraka snapped, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "I’m tired of this! I’m tired of pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not!"

The entire table fell silent, everyone staring at her in shock. Y/N’s expression was a mix of confusion and concern, and Izuku’s eyes widened, looking genuinely taken aback.

"Uraraka, what’s wrong?" Iida asked, his tone calm but laced with worry.

But she couldn’t answer. The emotions she had been bottling up for so long were crashing down on her all at once. Tears burned in her eyes, and she clenched her fists, trying to keep herself from crying right there in the cafeteria.

Without another word, she stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she pushed it back. The weight of everyone’s stares was too much. She couldn’t handle it—not the confusion, not the pity. Especially not from Izuku.

"I just—" Uraraka’s voice cracked, and before she could finish, she turned on her heel and bolted from the cafeteria, her tears finally spilling over as she ran.

The hallways blurred as she sprinted, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t face them, couldn’t bear to see the confused expressions on their faces, especially Izuku’s. She had tried so hard to keep it all in, but it had become too much. Watching him fall for Y/N had been like slowly pulling a thread until everything unraveled.

She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. All she knew was that she needed to get away from the cafeteria, from the people who didn’t understand, from the pain that had been eating her up inside for so long.

Finally, she found herself outside, breathless and shaking as she leaned against the wall of the school building. Her tears fell freely now, her body wracked with quiet sobs as she tried to catch her breath. The jealousy, the sadness, the guilt for feeling that way—it all hit her at once, and she felt like she was drowning in it.

She wasn’t mad at Y/N. She couldn’t be. But the truth was, seeing Izuku with someone else, seeing how happy he was when he looked at her—it had broken something inside of her.

And now, there was no taking it back. No pretending that everything was fine.

Because for the first time, she had let herself acknowledge the painful truth: the boy she liked was in love with someone else.

A few weeks had passed since Y/N and Midoriya had started dating, and Class 1A was buzzing with excitement. It felt like everyone knew, and they couldn't help but talk about it. The once-quiet Midoriya, who had always focused on training, now had an undeniable spring in his step whenever Y/N was around. It didn’t take long for the rest of the class to catch on, and before anyone knew it, teasing him became their favorite pastime.

Uraraka, on the other hand, was doing her best to hold herself together. She had watched Midoriya and Y/N grow closer, their bond becoming something more than just friendship, and now they were an official couple. Every day felt like a slow, painful reminder of what she couldn’t have.

At lunch one day, the teasing was in full swing.

“Hey, Midoriya,” Kaminari called from across the table, leaning in with a smirk. “How’s it going with Y/N? You two are practically inseparable now.”

Midoriya flushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I-It’s going fine,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “We’re just—”

“Oh, come on, man, don’t be shy!” Sero grinned. “You’re dating her! That’s a big deal.”

“Yeah!” Mina added, giggling. “You’re living the dream. I mean, Y/N’s so pretty and cool, and you two look super cute together!”

Midoriya’s blush deepened as he mumbled, “It’s really not a big deal…”

But everyone was having too much fun to stop. Even Todoroki, who usually remained quiet, chimed in, his voice deadpan but his eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re doing well, Midoriya.”

Y/N sat beside Midoriya, smiling softly, her own face pink from all the attention. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, but she handled it gracefully, simply nodding and occasionally glancing at Midoriya, whose awkwardness was both adorable and endearing.

Across from them, Uraraka sat quietly, her chest tightening with every passing second. She felt like an outsider in her own group. The laughter, the teasing—it all felt so far away, like she was watching from behind a glass wall. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break through.

Her food sat untouched in front of her as the others continued to talk about Midoriya and Y/N’s relationship. The more they talked, the heavier the weight in her chest became.

She had been holding it in for so long—bottling up her feelings, trying to be happy for Midoriya, trying to be supportive. But every time she saw him with Y/N, every time she heard him laugh at something Y/N said, it felt like another crack forming in the walls she had built around her heart.

“Uraraka, you okay?” Mina asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the chatter. “You’ve been super quiet.”

All eyes turned to her, and Uraraka froze. Her hands trembled slightly, and she clenched her fists, forcing a smile onto her face. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… not really hungry.”

Midoriya looked at her, concerned. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like yourself today.”

Hearing his voice, his concern directed at her, made her heart ache even more. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t sit there any longer, watching them, feeling like she was suffocating in her own emotions.

“I… I think I’ll head back to the dorms,” she mumbled, standing up quickly. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, and everyone stared at her in confusion.

“Do you need help? I can walk with you,” Midoriya offered, already half-standing from his seat.

“No!” Uraraka’s voice came out sharper than she intended, and she winced at the way everyone’s expressions shifted from confusion to concern. She quickly backtracked, her voice softer this time. “I mean… no, it’s okay. I just need some air.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away, her footsteps hurried as she left the cafeteria. She could feel their eyes on her as she went, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

As soon as she was out of sight, Uraraka found a quiet corner in an empty hallway and leaned against the wall, her breath coming out in short, shaky gasps. The tears she had been holding back for weeks finally spilled over, and she slid down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest.

She had tried so hard to be strong, to be happy for Midoriya, but it hurt. It hurt so much more than she ever thought it would. And now, sitting alone in the quiet hallway, the truth was impossible to ignore.

She had lost him.

And it was breaking her.

That night, Uraraka was curled up in bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her desk lamp. She had spent most of the evening hiding away, avoiding everyone and everything, too emotionally drained to deal with reality. The weight in her chest had become unbearable, and she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend she was fine.

A soft knock at the door broke through her thoughts. Uraraka’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t want to see anyone right now.

“Uraraka? It’s me, Y/N.”

Uraraka’s stomach twisted at the sound of her voice. Y/N had never done anything wrong. She had been kind and quiet, never flaunting her relationship with Midoriya. But the very thought of her brought back all the pain and jealousy Uraraka had tried so hard to suppress.

There was another knock, and this time, Y/N spoke a little louder. “Can I come in? I just wanted to check on you.”

With a sigh, Uraraka wiped her eyes and slowly stood, opening the door just a crack. Y/N stood there, her expression soft but worried. “I noticed you haven’t been yourself lately. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Uraraka stared at her for a long moment, and something inside her snapped. Her emotions, which had been building up for weeks, boiled over all at once.

“Why are you here?” Uraraka’s voice was low but sharp, her anger barely contained. “To make sure I’m okay? How can I be okay when you’ve taken everything from me?”

Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes widening at the sudden outburst. “Uraraka, I—”

“You got everything,” Uraraka continued, her voice rising with each word. “Everyone admires you. Midoriya admires you. He… he was the one thing I thought I had, and now he’s yours too.”

Y/N’s face softened, and she looked down at the ground. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Uraraka’s anger flared even more at Y/N’s calm response. “How can you just stand there and say that? You’ve taken the person I care about most, and you act like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t even matter.”

Y/N bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice gentle. “But I won’t break up with him. I care about him too much.”

Uraraka stared at her, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to scream, to yell, to make Y/N understand the pain she was feeling, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t Y/N’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Y/N nodded again, offering a small, sad smile. “I’m really sorry, Uraraka. I didn’t want things to end up like this.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving Uraraka standing in the doorway, her heart shattered.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Uraraka slumped back onto her bed, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. No matter how much she wanted to hate Y/N, she couldn’t.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t about blame or anger. It was about the reality of unrequited feelings and how life moved on, no matter how much it hurt.

At the end, he was the sun, and she was the moon.

And I was just another star in the galaxy watching.

[strungnews]

Im CRYINGGG

being a menace to Bakugo with Izuku

You’re both infodumping to each other since you two had enough saved up for some potential guilty pleasure purchasing (broke asses), which ones are of high quality, which sellers could possibly be selling dupes/bootlegs, checking reviews, all that fun stuff.

And Katsuki, can’t stand it. He’s just been silently sitting with his jaw clenched, teeth grinding, (and maybe soon into dust) with the amount of noise you and Izuku are Parroting to each other.

He finds it endearing, really.

He doesn't really care to do the same himself, he'd rather buy straight from the actual store and see it in person than online.

So when he got scammed he felt furious.

"Did you even check if the reviews were positive?" "Or if the seller wasn't sketchy?" He puts you two on merch duty whenever he can't go to the stores himself anymore, or if it's a time sensitive limited edition thing.

✰ .ᐟ old draft that i honestly thought was cute!

[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Please give me some Deku fics. I never see any smut series or one shot smut shots with Deku. Please send me some. 😭

[aily-uk]

Izuku Midoriya Headcanons

Tags : Fluff for now <3

Summary : Headcanons as Izuku's partner

Loves listening to musics with you as you cuddle . ☺️

Listens to this while thinking of you when you aren't hanging out :

Listens to you carefully whenever you talk about talk about something you love , so that he can surprise you with a gift or something related to what you were talking about later.

This cutie patooty is insecure about his scars ☹️ So to comfort him you'd take his hand and kiss the scars he has on it .

And it makes him blush so much. (+Is flustered and stumbles on his words)

He likes when you make fun of Bakugo for being so angry all the time , he always giggle and chuckle when you mock Bakugo behind his back 🤭

He absolutely LOVES Pda , he would hug you and kiss you in the train station crowded by people , but not because he wants to show off that your his partner , but because he genuinely love you sm 😭

You and him would often just cuddle in bed as he talked about random heros and fun facts while eating snacks his mom made for you (Live Laugh Love Inko)

When you are hanging out with friends , he would always look at you as you laughed with your friends. I mean could you blame him? You look like an angel when you laugh. <3

Would sometimes randomly kiss your nose just cuz he finds it pretty whatever the shape.

Loves when you play with his hair or count his freckles (He deff fell asleep once while you did so😭)

Thinks it's funny and cute when you studder.

This man would spend hours just watching you and listening to your laugh. I mean it. He would.

He once tried to pin you against a wall because you said you found it hot in a tv show , but you both just ended up cracking up and laughing about it for a good 20 minutes💀

He adores pinching your cheeks but groans and pouts whenever you do it to him

For your first kiss with him , it was so awkward since he never had done that before , poor baby didn't know where to put his hands☹️

It took him weeks before finally being able to hug and kiss you without feeling so nervous😭

If you feel insecure about your stomach, he will praise you for it and kiss your belly like it's his baby lmao

If you have stretch marks he definitely finds it cool and he obviously kisses them 🙄

He would often send you small little snacks that he made with the help of his mom <3

Love Izuku sm <3 he is such an adorable baby <33

[bakuchrome]

Something Had Changed

Izuku Midorya × reader

Master List

The first time it happened, it was supposed to be just that— a one time. A moment of comfort, of release, with no complications. No messy emotions. No expectations.

That’s what you had both agreed to.

Izuku was a hero, always pushing himself to the limit, and you were his friend—someone who understood him in a way most couldn’t. You never wanted to be the reason for more stress, never wanted to ask for more than he could give.

But now, sitting across from him in a quiet little restaurant, waiting for the check, you realized something had shifted.

It had started earlier that day, tangled together in his bed, breaths mingling, hands grasping at warm skin. It had been just like all the times before—soft gasps, whispered names, pleasure with no promises. But as he laid beside you afterward, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm, something about the way he looked at you lingered.

And now, here you were.

Izuku wasn’t looking at his phone like he usually did, wasn’t scanning the room out of habit, wasn’t lost in thought about his next mission. He was looking at you.

Not just glancing. Watching.

The intensity in his green eyes made your stomach twist, your heart knock against your ribs. His fingers played with the straw in his drink, but his focus never wavered.

“You’re staring,” you said, trying for lightness, but your voice came out softer than intended.

Izuku blinked, as if caught, then gave a small, sheepish smile. “Sorry… I just…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Something in your chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

“This,” he gestured vaguely between you. “The whole ‘no strings’ thing.” His voice was quiet, careful, like he was afraid of what your answer might be. “Because for me, there are strings. There have been for a while now.”

Your breath hitched.

You had spent so long convincing yourself that this arrangement was fine, that it was enough. That you didn’t need more. That you wouldn’t let yourself need more.

But here he was, tearing down that illusion with nothing but honesty.

You looked at him—the flush creeping up his neck, the way his hands fidgeted slightly, the unshakable determination in his gaze despite his nervousness. He wasn’t expecting you to say anything right away. He was letting you decide.

And you realized… you had already made your choice.

“Izuku,” you murmured, leaning in slightly, your fingers brushing his. “Yeah?”

His breath hitched, barely audible.

“I think I stopped being okay with ‘no strings’ a long time ago.”

The relief that washed over his face was immediate, his fingers gripping yours like an anchor. And in that moment, you knew—this was different. This was real.

Something had changed.

And you weren’t afraid of it anymore.

[cvnt4him]

Diaries of Spider-Man.

ch1

Dear diary; what was I thinking?!

synopsis; the disastrous "adventures" of a teenaged spiderman.

This is a WIP, please let me know your thoughts and if this is what you would like to see from me<3

“let's do this one.. last.. time...”

“my name is izuku midoriya, and for the past 3 years, I've been the one and only spiderman. Annnd, I'm pretty sure you know the rest..”

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Izuku jots away in his notebook before taking a step back to read what little he's written. the groan that escaped his lips was quite audible. He was rather disappointed in what he's written.

When his therapist "prescribed" him to journaling or writing down his thoughts in a notebook which he didn't want to refer to as a diary, his initial thought was;

‘theres no way in hell writing things down would help me.’

However for the past three years, izuku found himself writing everything he could down in those measly little journals his therapist gave him. Each and every year the thick and huge diary journal she gave him would begin to get fuller and fuller of all of his little adventures or simple daily routines.

Izuku was nothing if not a stubborn little shit at times. Of course he would disagree heavily but facts don't lie. You can't tell this energetic know it all anything. He's really smart and well put together. Most of the time. Upon becoming spiderman he hasn't had a lot of time for much. His consistent tasks of being spiderman are always heavy and time consuming. He doesn't have time to study for his driver's test, his normal class tests which define if he passes the grade and gets into college, or even dinner half the time?!

To be frank; the poor thing has been through a lot the past years. Too much honestly. Izukus "power" awakening was an honest mistake. Like your typical movie spiderman, he was bitten by a radioactive spider whilst he was doing something he knew he had no business doing

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To go back exactly three years 4 months and 17 days ago, you would find a 14/15 year old izuku breaking into an abandoned home with none other than his typical, usual, partners in crime.

Katsuki bakugou and y/n l/n.

Izuku knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, however he always followed the two of you into stupid situations that could eventually get you killed. In this case, it almost did. Izuku helped you get through the window the three of you had busted by letting you climb onto his shoulders, katsuki who had laid his jacket over the glass so none of you would cut yourselves, grabbed you by your arms and pulled you in, the both of you then helped izuku in with basically the same method.

“woah.. spooky.”

“ heh.. it reeks in here.”

You giggled at katsukis exclaim, making izuku pout slightly. He sighed to himself, not wanting to admit the blonde was correct.

“ you guys i- i really don't think we should— ”

“ hey check it out! there are spray paint cans in here!”

Katsuki yells running to the other room with numerous cans of spray paint. You followed him like a dumb lost puppy leaving izuku to groan and follow behind you both.

There were many graffiti stamps left behind from many different people, obviously they had left behind their spray paint for some odd reason, that's what really intrigued izuku.

“ tch, hey deku, get over here so we can sign our names!”

Izuku jogs closer to you two shivering to himself at all the spiderwebs covering the cans. It was dusty and quite eerie inside of this place. Izuku truthfully wanted no part. You and katsuki signed your names right next to each other with little quirky doodles next to them, izuku soon followed suit. He picked up the green can of paint and signed his name ‘izuku’

“ no no, put deku! ‘ts way better than ‘izuku’!”

The way katsuki could make izuku feel bad about his given name should've been studied. And they way you were quick to agree hurt the poor boy even more. He soon crossed out izuku and put ‘Deku’ big and boldly. It was all alone compared to how closely the two of your names were.

The two of you had long began to explore elsewhere, leaving izuku wondering where you two went off to.

“hey! Come in here izu- I mean deku!”

You yell out catching his attention, he follows the sound of your voice to find you two the small critter crawling up his back going completely unnoticed. Some time passed and it only got later and later, izuku was still hesitant about being there but the two of you just kept going deeper and deeper inside of the manor.

Izuku rushes inside of the next room, breaking contact with whatever artifacts caught his eye. He looked for the two of you calling out your names with no answer, he was confused and quite scared, where could the two of you have gone?

“ boo!”

Izuku jumped back falling down to the ground and scraping his little hands.

“ow..!”

Izuku winced at the sudden sting of not only his hands but the pinch of his skin itching and being very irritated next to his neck, he slapped it and the arachnid soon fell into his hands. With a shutter he threw the spider out of his hands feeling rather jittery after the encounter.

“ are you alright, izuku?!“

You were quick to rush over to him. It was simply supposed to be a little harmless joke, he wasn't supposed to get hurt. You helped him up and dusted him off as well heading katsuki suck his teeth in response.

“ yes, i- I'm fine. I've gotten bitten by a spider however.. one unlike any other I've ever seen.. we should head back so I can tell my mom.”

“ oh, oka-”

“ no.”

Katsuki was quick to shut down before you could get out your sentence. You both turned to look at him he seemed angry a bit as if something completely ruined his mood.

“ if you tell your mom we could get in trouble, she might tell my mom who might tell y/ns. you don't want us getting in trouble, do you deku.”

The way katsuki used the nickname against him made his stomach feel sick. He gulped down the rising bile in his throat and coughed lowly.

“ katsuki he got hurt, shouldn't he-”

“ no! I'm not getting in trouble because wimpy deku wanted to be an easy scare!”

“thats not fair katsuki!”

The two of you started bickering, leaving him out causing him to sigh. He felt a bit weird.. kind of dizzy and out of breath as if he'd been running. It was growing warm and he had began sweating, hyperventilating as if he needed to catch his breath.

The sounds of him caught your attention and suddenly the boy looked quite weak, frail of some sort.

“ izuku..? are you...alright?”

Katsuki sooner looked over to see izuku hardly keeping his balance, he wouldn't admit it but he was quite worried at the sight of him.

“ let's go.”

Was all katsuki said as he grabbed izuku by the hand and ran back towards the broken window the three of you came in.

The two of you got izuku home in one piece for the most part, he was dizzy and hardly standing up on his own, the running had him so our of breath it was almost like he was having an anxiety attack. He probably was to be honest, izuku was a very anxious boy. His anxiety levels were very high at all times, with the growing symptoms in his body and the bite from the spider he was so worried about what was happening to him he most likely started having a panic attack whilst running. Luckily he was home now, you and katsuki beat on his door as you heard him mom yelling she was coming.

She opens the door with a smile to see the three of you out of breath with a dead looking izuku, the sight startled his mother causing her to pick up her son and rush him to the hospital. Both yours and katsukis parents had been called and had quite a talk with inko who was worried sick about her son, yelling at your parents and explaining how she has no idea what happened.

You two didn't speak to each other once. Not even looking at each other. Both your parents had taken you and katsuki back home. After that night you'd never spoken to katsuki or izuku ever again..

Izuku was completely fine however. Those symptoms may have been bad but that was all it was. He was able to go home that same day and the doctors called it a simple panic/anxiety attack. His mother was worried sick for no reason.

From that moment forward things only began to get weirder for this normal teenaged boy.

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Izuku sat at his desk reading his old journals of how he believes he got his powers, scoffing to himself at the memories. He had all his books all over his desk in a completely messy pile nose buried in his book as someone walked over and bumped his desk back into him, it lightly hit him in the stomach causing him to drop the journal in the desk and the desk of the books that were formerly there onto the floor.

He scoffed in annoyance looking up to see you with a shit eating grin on your face as you scowled down at him, not even apologizing as you walked out of the classroom.

Izuku seen as the classroom was completely empty, just him and his messy books all over the floor. He sighed and crouched down picking them up and shoving them into his backpack. His phone vibrated in his back pocket, he picked up up to see w text from his friends.

‘ hey! Meet us in the front?’

That singular text from ochako was all he needed for a small smile to form on his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to put it away there was a pop up from the news channel he had downloaded on his phone, something about a criminal stealing from a jewelry shop.

He sighed to himself and texted her back explaining he wouldn't be able to meet them and that he'd just head home. However that wasn't the case. He ran out the back door of the school pushing through some students earning some angry and annoyed remarks spat at him; but he didnt have time to care. He ran behind some building and quickly slipped his suit on. He'd rather skip the embarrassing details..

Just as he was about to 'web away' he got a call from none other than katsuki bakugou. Izuku jumped and nearly dropped his phone at the sudden ringing, he quickly answers without thinking, lifting his mask over his mouth to speak,

“ oi nerd, y’heard about that criminal stealing that diamond or whatever?”

The normally volcanic boy has a soft tone still laced with a bit of redness and sass.

“ yes, kacchan, and before you called I was just about getting there so if y’dont mind!!!!”

The blond scoffs on the other side, chuckling as he snorts at his sass. Izuku groaned at the sound of him laughing and simply hung up swinging away as quickly as he could.

“ look up there! It's spiderman!!”

People squealed and yelled at the familiar colors of izukus suit, black along the sides and a deep green painting the front and back of his skin tight suit, and a big white spider over the chest. He'd made the suit when he was younger and had started working out he'd wanted to show it off but as of now he thinks it's quite unnecessary..

He swung through the crowds waving and smiling under the mask, as tiring as being spiderman was he was always thankful for the love he'd gotten. They truly made him feel valuable, izuku struggled with self confidence a lot, it's common in people like that to enjoy attention from all.

It wasn't that izuku needed to be humbled or anything but....izuku swung down an alley that reports seen the criminal go down, supposedly the diamond they had stolen was a very important artifact from ancient times or whatever, moral of the story was he needed to get it back to where it belonged! Izuku could do that!

He dropped in front of the criminal with a hero stance making him appear big n bad in front of them.

“ stop! give me that diamond, criminal!”

Izuku was obsessed with action movies when he was younger, his favorite actor was custom to working in them. He always imagined being a superhero and technically he is! However within these three years the fame and glory really went to his head ..

The criminal halted, izuku tried stepping closer to retrieve the diamond in a cool manner, speaking to the cloaked person in a soft voice trying to get them to come to their senses like some kind of......main character. To izukus surprise they pulled out a crossbow. He was stunned at the size of it,

“ how- how did that fit inside of your— ”

Before izuku could get the rest of his sentence out the criminal shot the arrow, it completely piercing izukus shoulder. He yelled out in pain nearly falling to his knees, that then made him realize that was no joke, this person being unlike any other petty thief hes gone up against.

As the criminal kicked izuku to the ground with a bare boot while he was holding his injured and punctured shoulder they quickly made haste and ran past him out of the alley, crowds soon coming up after the person ran away and seeing izuku clutching his shoulder run pain, all of them having different emotions on his face it would be an understatement to say he was embarrassed.

What had he thought that he was just invincible? Izuku struggled into his knees hearing whispers from the crowd and quickly tried his best to attempt swinging away with a singular arm, his left to be exact and that wasn't his maiden arm either. Izuku was fully right handed and did everything with it, with his right arm basically out of commission he did his best to swing with his left hand but...

He eventually wobbled and hit a sign, he was going at a high speed as well trying to hide his shame and find the person who did this to him, as his body came into full contract with the sign knocking every little bit of air out if his body the arrow got pushed deeper, making izuku groan in agony once more. Blood wetting his skin and suit as it dropped down, he didn't take the arrow out before because he thought about how it would cause him to bleed out and wouldn't be any good...now he wished he had.

He held onto the large sign and tried to swing away once more, he eventually got the hang of it for a little while managing to drop himself behind a building. He leaned against the wall of it and groaned, he wanted to take his suit off but it wouldn't be a good idea, anyone could've followed him or even tried to see who he was. It wasn't a good idea.

With every ounce of energy and strength in his body he pushed himself up from sliding to the ground and called who he knew he could.

“ yo?”

“ ka..kacchan... I need your...your help..”

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AN: this is js a WIP lemme know what y'all think n if I should add or like yk leave out some things!!!!

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Elf Izuku

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[chapter 16: the one where he’s ends things with her]

summary: in which, izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem

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FUN FACT: the night that camie and midoriya decided to go out in the middle of the night. they both confessed to only wanting to hang out in order to get their minds off the people they really liked it. all the “viewers” camie always spoke about posting for were really just her ex-boyfriend, who she wanted to make jealous.

FUN FACT #2: it’s been a year and i profusely apologize.

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DEKU

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA X BEST FRIEND READER

Warning: None.

Summary: They started their friendship with a kiss.

She's always been the mischievous one, sorta, but when she makes her first best friend, a meek shy little boy, they become inseparable, glued to one other.

But, he has a secret and distrust crawls in, she's the bold one and he's the gentle kind.

Who would ever suspect an innocent boy with a creepy notebook and an unyielding will to become a hero who wants to do good? Not her.

"Hey, wanna play a game with me?"

It took seven words to snap him out of his daze and two moments of silence to register her voice. It had taken him a second more to realize he wasn't hidden from this girl's eyes, and though his mind would like to believe she was here to boost her ego, she didn't seem to have a dislike towards him.

"Huh?" he mouthed, ceasing his working hands piling books inside his bag, and staring up at her, in his defense, he didn't know how to talk with girls, and none approached him, much less look at him.

"You know, like truth or dare?" she nervously smiled, not used to social interactions as much as him.

"Um... Yeah- sure." he had no idea why he had said yes without thinking it thrice, he did feel guilty for making her wait for a simple 'yes' or 'no'. The least he could do was help her out somehow.

"Oh! Really? You'll play one game with me?"

Now that he gets to look at her, he can see how delicate and fragile her features are, despite looking dull prior seconds ago, her face had brightened and her lips spread into an unsure smile. His heartbeat quickened.

"Y-Yeah, I don't mind." she was his classmate, and he had been caught staring at her a few times by kacchan, earning a crude response he still recalls, 'Two loners end up together, man, such a good love story.' Perhaps, it gave him some hope.

"Alright!" she quickly sat down beside him, pulling a chair close and pressing her lips together while she thought of something, "Okay, truth or dare?" she asked with a grin, and he felt his cheeks and ears growing warm. "T-truth."

"Is it true that you like me?" that choked the breath out of him, and he completely lost hold of his words, struggling like a fish out of water. He felt embrassessed she had to find out this way, and it would have been a little too hopeful for him to think kacchan wouldn't spread a rumor about his crush.

But, this wasn't how he had imagined it going, he couldn't predict her response if he did confess the truth, and lying while asking for the truth would leave a bad taste in his mouth.

So, he took in a hurried breath and anxiously answered, "yes." it sounded shaky and strained to come from his mouth, but from what little he could tell, she had smiled and laughed, not in a mocking way, a genuine laugh that he had gotten for being honest.

She looked him straight in the eye and said.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a crush on you too."

It had seemed like a miracle the more he thought about it, sitting so far behind her in class watching her every movement, not paying a lot of attention to what was already escaping his mind since morning, he couldn't believe that someone liked him and that happened to be the only girl he had his eyes on since kindergarten, they never talked though before yesterday.

They were just classmates their entire life and suddenly, she comes up to him and shares his feelings it almost saddens him to know that it happened right as their middle school days were ending and they wouldn't be in the same class anymore. He wanted to know her but all he ever knows is the rumors he had been too interested in to eavesdrop on.

He startles himself upon hearing the bell ring, dropping his pencil and failing to catch it before it fell, unfortunately for him, he had attracted some attention to himself. Hers included, and he couldn't slow down his pounding heart, he had to nervously smile as he bent down to retrieve his pencil from the ground.

The next second his gaze lands on her she's already up on her feet and walking toward him. He had nothing prepared.

"Oh- um uh hey!" he didn't know how to act around her, and she even though taken aback by his high-pitched greeting, stopped in front of his desk. Then, she smiled, "Yello, wanna have lunch with me on the rooftop?"

He gulped, "Y-yeah, okay."

"Great! I'll be right back!" she rushed back to her desk and he had a quick minute to let out his held breath and regain himself, he was going to have lunch with her, he reminded himself stiffly reaching out to fish out his bento. Forcing himself to stand up on unsteady feet.

"You got everything?" she asked immediately after he caught up to her by the entrance of their noisy classroom, he softly muttered, "y-yup."

Without warning, she quickly latched her free hand around his and quietly dragged him away, the warmth in their hands distracting him as they raced up the stairs he nearly trips the more he attempts to focus on the moment right before his eyes and the way she held his hand so tightly, butterflies churned inside his stomach and his chest had gotten heavier.

They reached the top breathlessly and she chuckled, "hehe a good exercise." izuku was sure he was going to faint with how much he was denying himself some oxygen and ease.

Allowing him some time to gather himself, she patiently waited with her bento in hand, "We should train together to increase our stamina, it's not like sitting around 8 hours in class is going to make us stronger."

Izuku looked up and nodded, standing up straight as she opened the door, or at least tried to, but to no avail, it wouldn't move. She groaned, "It's locked!" rattling it a bit, she stepped back.

Crestfallen she banged her head against the door and staggered him into action, "hey it's o-okay we can just go back and have our lunch in class, or the cafeteria, if you want."

"I was looking forward to having lunch with you on the rooftop but seems like my plan was faulty." she moaned turning her pouting and back to him, she carried on, "I do have a backup plan though, what about we sit down here by the stairs and... Have our lunch?" she didn't sound sure about her idea, but he didn't dislike it, so he happily nodded. To cheer her up.

It seemed to help, and both had some distance between them while they sat by each other, opening their boxes and grabbing their utensils, they started to dig into their meals.

"What's your favorite food?" she asked all of a sudden, and he still had some rice in his mouth before he could reply, "Katsudon." she was trying to make him comfortable, perhaps she could tell he was feeling uneasy.

"Oh! I see, I like... Many things, too many to name but I guess I like tasty things more than anything."

"Like?" he asked, "Tough question," she replied, taking another bite of her lunch, she slowly chews it in her mouth, staring aimlessly at the top window on the wall. To him, it looked like she was deep in thought. She didn't blink, and abruptly she had drawn herself into reality.

"You okay?" he found himself asking, and like most people, she faces him and smiles, "Yup, of course."

He didn't expect it to turn awkward, he didn't prepare, and running on autopilot had its drawbacks.

"Have you ever thought how a kiss would feel?"

Izuku widened his eyes and swallowed his food before he coughs it up, she noticed and scrambled to justify, avoiding his eyes as she speaks, "That was inappropriate of me, I'm so sorry! I um... Have seen couples kiss in movies so I was just curious."

"Ooh! Y-yeah," he replied, turning bright red but the next thing she said had shivers climbing down his spine.

"D-do you... Want to try it?"

They both stopped, and her friend had flushed red so much that she could see his ears had gotten red too, "I mean if you want to, of course!"

It had to be a dream he was sleeping through, she couldn't be asking if she could kiss him or not, she just could not be. "Um-uh I-i..." and his mind had failed to form a coherent sentence, he can't think of a better way to communicate other than to give a meek nod.

"Are you sure?" she gasped, rapidly blinking her eyes as if she couldn't believe that her idea had been accepted without judgment.

Again, he nodded.

Carefully, she shifted close, stuck her hand on the dirty stairs, and leaned forward, and izuku backed himself into the wall and struggled to maintain eye contact, looking back and forth between her and the staircase. He shut his eyes once she had gotten closer, waiting for her lips to connect.

He heard her giggle, and his mind forced him to open his eyes to look, she was fondly smiling at him. Then she touched his lips and slightly press down on them, leaning in more, she took the lead and slowly moved her lips and izuku couldn't describe the feeling, their lips were touching and he thought how rough it would feel for her to kiss his cracked lips but, with how soft it felt, he forgot his worries.

She was kissing him with so much care, he felt compelled to snake his hand around her head and pull her in, and with much contemplation, he rested his hand on her shoulder, placing his hand into her silky hair, he did exactly what he sought to do.

Pull her in, and have his first kiss.

Then, she parted her lips and she looked at him, mouth slightly gapped and how utterly under her control his gazed-over eyes seemed. He looked so out of it.

He smiled, then out of the blue, three words escaped his mouth, almost like he couldn't contain them, in a tender and gentle tone, he said, "I love you."

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He came home with her number and her fleeting kiss still lingering on his redden lips, his phone already out and his fingers itching to write a text as he's sitting on his desk, still mulling over the feelings washing over him every time he thinks back to their kiss, with so much care for him expressed through one action.

He shouldn't text her this late.

He should probably get some sleep and stop thinking about what he ended up saying, and how she kissed his cheek after hearing that, still smiling.

The sight of her played on repeat in his mind, dismantling everything he observed about her, her eyes, her lips, her face, he shouldn't be thinking this much.

At the thought of her, his phone rang.

He glanced at it and quickly shop up at the display of her name, he ran to his door and locked it, pacing back and forth picking it up before the call ended.

"Hey! I'm just calling to ask if you are doing okay, you were so out of it after lunch, I got worried, I'm so sorry for putting you through that." his shoulders loosened, realizing she was just like him.

"Oh- no, I'm fine, great actually--" he paused, anxiously giggling to himself, "um, I'm good I was just uh-- overwhelmed I guess I mean in a good way."

"Oh! Oh! Um..." she goes quiet, and izuku finds out that he's very good at making things awkward for himself. He didn't know what he was bound to say under such pressure.

"I guess I was too, I didn't expect you to actually... Well, um never mind I shouldn't give you more heart attacks today." she laughed, "I think I've given you more than enough for a day."

Izuku smiled to himself.

"Well, good night then. See you tomorrow, bye."

"B-bye."

Maybe, he should practice more on his social skills.

"Smile!" She cheered him on holding up the phone in her hand, giving a close-eyed smile to the camera while he only looked bashful and nervously darted his eyes somewhere else at the last moment, which she didn't seem to mind, usually from what he knows and seen, girl loves pictures, and put an unusual amount of time to look good in it, he gets why.

Looking back on this day in the future would be a cherished memory.

Lowering her arm, she skimmed through their pictures one of which had her snickering and showing him his bright red face when she pulled him close by the shoulder. "Geez, izuku, you look so cute in this." she chimed, "You adorable little nerd, tell me your secrets for being this cute."

"I have n-none," he stuttered, coercing back the immediate urge to hide his face, he was having trouble deciding if this was best left as a dream or reality.

She suddenly cooed, blushing herself she took her eyes off the lid screen and onto him, gently grabbing his cheeks with both hands, she retorted to give him some affection, softly pinching them and letting go, "You gotta stop being this adorable, some other girl might try to steal you from me. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you liked her, well, I understand."

Is she insecure?

"You just gotta let me know as a friend, at least we could stay friends even after you get a girlfriend." she finished, scrolling past tons of photos, and she smiled.

"Um...-umm..." Maybe she still remembers what he said after their kiss, but it was giving the opposite effect, shouldn't she be confident that he loves her?

But, he was too embarrassed to repeat it.

"I can't see myself h-having a girlfriend." he instead muttered, curling into himself and awaiting her response, she appeared slightly taken aback, "Hmm, yeah same, me either, I can't see myself with a boyfriend too, only husband." it took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what she spoke, when he did, his forced facade fell. She surely wasn't implying anything, right?

Taking her hand off her lap, she got up and turned back to him, "Come on, let's get to class before our lunch break ends."

"Uh- um- yup yes, y--yeah." he looked down feeling and looking like a high school girl walking behind her crush, was she muddying some hidden meanings behind her each word? He couldn't help but overthink, however, that only lasted a minute, she snaps him back to the present in the most unpredictable way, doing it so effortlessly and unintentionally, intertwining their hands together, around his skinny and limp fingers that has gotten warmer.

Does she like holding hands?

He didn't know, he was too busy keeping up with her and she was taking it easy on him.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

"Hey, um... Okay, this might sound weird but I had a dream of you last night." this was his way of starting a conversation after reading an article on the internet, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try, he's gotta say the most interesting thing on his mind, without making it weird.

"Oh? Did I do something stupid?" She asked with a cat-like grin, slowing down a little and standing shoulder to shoulder.

He was swift in reacting, saying, "No! You were just teasing me in my dream and I think we... Might have kissed. In my dream I mean, I mean we did do it in-" She quickly shushed him, leaning forward before speaking, "Someone might hear you."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You are right!" he squirmed, throwing his glance at everyone but her. She looked serious, and all he could do was anxiously anticipate a scolding.

"It's fine! I'm just pulling your leg." she grinned wider, ruffling his hair, "I honestly don't care if the word did get out about our... action, we're loners either way, we can support each other. All they are gonna do is spread rumors because what else can they do?"

"Y-yeah... I can't say you are wrong."

She is bold, a lot more than she looks, izuku finds that admirable.

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Why did he say those three words?

Love wasn't liking someone, she could like anybody and she could say she liked them but by saying those magical three words after a kiss, what would it be? Lust? Just a spark of attraction? Why did he say it, was he an idiot who ruined the moment?

Though it didn't look like she hated what he meant, she didn't say anything, their friendship hadn't gone down the drain quite yet.

He hopes it doesn't, that moment is all he ponders.

"Yello, you still thinking about that dream?" her face popped in front of his eyes, and he shrieked jolting back as if he had experienced a burn. "You know, you should stop spacing out and scaring yourself when I inevitably pop up in your life again." she heckled with a teasing grin and a bag on her back, getting ready to leave.

While he's still got his books and pencils dispersed on his desk, "You're going home already?"

She blinked her eyes, "Yeah? Why??" looking very confused she locked her eyes on him.

"We have cleaning duty, it's Thursday."

She bit her lip and groaned, "No... I was hoping to get home early today but guess not." she mumbled, taking off the straps of her bag and placing it down on a desk. "Thanks for reminding me, so... Let's get to cleaning?"

"Y-yeah just a minute!"

Rummaging through his bag, he hurriedly stuffed his books and pencil box inside, zipping it and standing up, quietly following her with a second of hesitation she ushered him to come close with a broom in grasp, a bucket, and a dirty rag.

"So, just us two cleanings? Where are the others?" she inquired once the classroom had emptied, izuku shrank and shyly responded, "They left." and they were alone, butterflies in his stomach rendering him immobile, her hair bounced back as she faced him bewildered, "You mean... We gotta do all the work?"

"T-there isn't much... We just have to clean up the board and we should be done!"

"You are very optimistic, how do I do that?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes so he wouldn't forget his sentences, her expressions were very intriguing to inspect and observe, even when she was tight-lipped he could tell she was happy.

Was she also thinking about their kiss every time she meets him?

"I'll clean the board, let's get started so we can run home." she took off, standing atop the platform and scrubbing away the chalk writings, he stood idle for a moment watching her, her skirt wasn't short but it wasn't long either, and she wore stockings those black ones that look good on her, and her uniform was always clean, layering her stature perfectly.

Somehow, a moment faded into minutes.

"So, I was thinking we could have a small sleepover someday, you know like just relax with face masks and take care of ourselves... What do you think?"

He leaped in his skin at the sound of her voice, quickly pretending to have been busy with cleaning rather than caught staring at her. "That sounds like a good idea, haha..."

"Yeah?" she gleefully repeated, peering out from the corner of her eye, "Yeah!" he answered.

"Alright!! How about today? Are you free?"

He didn't know how to say no. To that smiling face of hers.

Adding up to his current situation, tapping his feet impatiently and chewing on his lips, worrying about the worst-case scenario, she shouldn't have gotten herself lost searching for his home, right? Maybe, he should call her and check.

Speed-walking to his room approaching his phone on the bed, and reaching out for it, he hears the doorbell ring.

"Izuku! I think it must be your friend, sweetie, can you get that for me?"

He was already racing to the door and throwing it wide open, and in all her glory, she stands startled, was she shocked at how quickly he had opened the door? He hopes not. When she smiled, he smiled back. Resisting the urge to run back to his room.

"Hello, what took you so long?" she was teasing him again. She was surprised, wasn't she?

"Uh- I'm sorry I was getting to get worried."

"Ah! I see, no need to be worried! I'm here!" she gives him a toothy smile, and to him, it was everything he needed to turn red and stutter, did she know he's a fan of all might?

"Oh! Hello there! Izuku, you didn't tell me your friend was a girl! Come on in sweetie, don't stand outside!"

And there she was, sitting at the same spot on the couch he had been seating, politely greeting his mother and nodding, in her causal dress her hair pulled into a bun, her face mildly caked with make-up.

"Izuku! What are you doing standing there all by yourself, come sit down don't be shy!"

He needed to turn off his mind.

Settling down beside his mother, he gulped not sure what to say without overthinking.

"Izuku has always been a shy boy! I think you just might be his first proper friend, he rarely invites any friends."

"I don't mind, to be honest, it's my first time visiting a friend. I guess we both are oddly shy." she smiled.

"Oh! That's wonderful!" his mom clapped gleefully, "You two probably have to talk now I'll leave you both to it!!" smiling she rose and walked into the kitchen, not too far from to not hear anything. She started, "Okay, wanna hear the bad news or good news?"

Izuku glanced back at her and replied, "Bad news?"

"Alright! I can't stay for a sleepover because my parents said no, so I begged them to give me more time to enjoy myself! Hehe."

"Oh, so you won't stay tonight?" he asked, wishing disappointment hadn't managed to show up in his voice, she sadly nodded with an emphasized frown. "Yeah, sorry, my plan was faulty again haha, but the good news is..." she sneaked her hand in her bag and pulled a tube of cream.

"I brought some skincare products so now we can take care of ourselves!" she shoved the products right into his face and he saw their names, feeding them into his memory.

"Oh! Umm... How do we use them?"

"It's my time to shine! Hehehe."

She stepped into his room after requesting someplace where they could wash their faces and hands, he ended up saying his room and she didn't have any problem after seeing it full of posters and all Might toy figures, he was envisioning to be slightly judged but none came and it made him relax after realizing how dumb of a choice he made because now his room will smell like her, or her perfume he supposes.

Following behind her had made him more sensitive to the floral and fresh scent radiating off her, however, during their kiss, she smelled like apples, he remembers.

"Sit down and I'll put this on your face, then you can help me too!" she pointed to the many items and picked one out, smiling, "Okay close your eyes!" she playfully cautioned, gently pulling his face and squeezing some cream on his face.

"I-it is cold-"

"That's what makes it relaxing, don't tense up, it's all good unless you have dry skin then it might hurt." she teased while spreading the cream across his cheekbone, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips tighter, and holding his fist harder rested on his lap, "I don't, I think," he replied.

"Oh good! Might sting a little though."

"Yeah, i-i can feel it," he uttered, "You can open your eyes now, it's my turn."

He didn't want to open them and see her standing so close to him, but she already handed him the tube and sat down, "don't put them under the eyes, okay?"

"Yeah, o-okay." he nodded, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to apply it all over her face, he slowly did what he thought he felt her do, layering the cream and spreading it, and touching her skin.

"Hey! You are a natural at this!" she praised, smiling wide and gaze sealed shut.

"Thanks..." he wiped the last bit down her lips and blushed, "It's d-done."

"Alright, now we just gotta wait for it to dry and wash it off! Our skin will have become very soft and dewy!" she grinned, "then I guess we can do something, or talk I guess." he didn't want to do anything, he might just end up making it awkward.

"Okay, question! Do you think we could survive All Might's punch from a few miles away?"

"Oh! I guess we could if we can stand our ground and not be around anything sharp or dangerous!" he enthusiastically answered and shifted his face to spy her reaction just to see her smirking, "I knew that would get you to talk. He-he."

"You are such a fanboy!" she giggled, "It's very cute, I hope you don't change. Unless it's for the better!" she crossed her arms, "Hmm..."

He's seen she can be weird at times, however, that concentrated face is endearing and he's kept his stare for longer than he should, somehow even when he doesn't want to think lengthy answers and not dose off to another world, he ends up doing exactly that.

Getting lost.

"Eek!" it caught both their attention and instant reaction to turn to the doorway and witness his mom spooked by the unusual sight of two pale complexions sitting on the bed, she regained herself soon after, nervously smiling before full-on laughing at herself, "You kids got me, oh I thought I was seeing ghosts..."

"Sorry! Miss Midoriya! We were um... Putting clay face mask and waiting for it to dry."

"It's fine! Oh geez, I was so surprised! Hahaha!" balancing the tray in one hand, she approached brightly smiling and containing her laugh, "Oh... My, that clay mask is scary to look at, what does it do?" she settled the tray down on his desk and asked, his friend was ever so excited to explain.

"It helps in rejuvenating the skin and making it soft and dewy! I was going to perform an entire skincare but I didn't bring all of them! Would you like to try too?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've taken care of myself." his mom wondered out loud, "Oh! Then this is the perfect time to get back on track! Sit down miss midoriya! I'll put this on you too!" it didn't matter if his mom said no because she sat her down and already began smearing the cream on her face.

"Oh! That's very cold on my skin. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yup! It's so you can relax!" his mom cracked up, and she seemed happy.

But, so was he.

She looks happy today, my best friend.

Yesterday, she visited me, and my mom told me I shouldn't let her go because she's a good friend I did not have, I did agree with my mom, and we both like each other, she's very playful and makes me laugh even for wrong reasons, and after seeing me, she'd smile when I haven't seen her do it all day.

Her full name is [Y/N] Sunset. She's a few months older, and we are almost the same age range, she's taller and I'm shorter and she wouldn't tell me her secrets for it, she can be kinda mean but she does it for a good reason, like if I ask her a repeated question she'll smile and ignore me. When she is mad, her eyes droop down and somehow, she appears threatening even though she doesn't say anything.

She and I have a lot in common.

"Yellow! Would you stop writing in your notebook and pay attention to me?" she didn't say it spitefully and despite her tone not catching her soft eyes, she was asking me to get out of my head as nicely as possible.

"Sorry! Sorry! Umm, I was just writing about the fight last night they aired on television," I'm comfortable with her, and she hasn't had anything she's disliked in me, not even my wicked dream of being a hero without powers, she's understanding of me.

That makes me so happy.

"Yeah, I didn't get to see it... What happened in it?" she was appealing to me even though she wasn't interested in heroic deeds, she was trying her best to not neglect what I liked.

"You know death arms? Yeah, uh- he stopped a car and the villains almost won with a sneak attack but there were other heroes too, so they couldn't do anything and lost."

There's a question I want to ask her, and I don't know how to without sounding rude.

"Oh! That's good, some fights are interesting to watch but it's too overwhelming for me. However, would you mind giving me a sneak peek at your notebook of wonders and strategies?"

Her strange way of phrasing words adds uniqueness to her, her loud and vibrant expressions are so intriguing to watch, and everything she's feeling I feel it too. That sounds creepy and I shouldn't let her know that, and it will become creepier if she reads my notebook, I don't want to lose a friend so soon.

"It's not a secret book or anything right?"

"Uh- yeah, it is! It's like my dairy- and I write everything in it." I choke out, she's smiling at my answer and not upset like I thought she would be.

"Oh! Okay, I won't pry then, but-" She leaned in towards me, and I can smell her perfume it was different than what she wore yesterday, and my mind has already associated this scent with her glowing face, smirking as though she's seen through my facade and I withered, "Have you written anything about me? I can see those pages right? I can claim copyright, no?"

"N-no! I promise!" it's hard to lie looking straight into her eyes, and my shifting thoughts always lead back to our kiss. Kiss shared to quell our curiosity, and there was nothing more, nothing less.

"Aww... That's too bad, I thought you would have." she slumped back to her chair and lend me my space to think and breathe properly. She's pouting, bending forward to rest her face in her palm and looking afar. I don't want to see her upset so I nervously stare at her.

"Um- do you want me to?"

She glanced at me, "Yeah sure! I wanna know what you think of me." she softly smiled, and I couldn't return the gesture. "Don't write anything bad about me though," she smirked to let me know she was joking, her mannerisms are already ingrained into my mind.

"Of course! I wouldn't do that to y-you!"

"Hey, stupid nerd, get out of the class!" it was right behind me, and without meaning to, I jumped and turned around, realizing she saw me like that made me conscious of my breathing. "K-kacchan! You... Are you on cleaning duty today?"

"Damn nerd just get up, and get out." came a cruel response to a well-meaning question. I'm not surprised anymore.

"Okay..." luckily I have my bag packed and I walked out of the class.

I'm unsure whether or not she stopped to glare at kacchan for a brief second, as within no time, she was already by my side, and my heart began to pound with how close we were while walking, and she'd bumped into my shoulders accidentally, looking at me for my reaction and I've got my gaze cast down.

Should I be content that our clothed skin had touched or should I put up some distance and risk coming across as halfhearted when I'm not?

She was his first decent and best friend.

"You know what, let's go to the mall!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? But don't you have a curfew-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"Eh! It's just for today and we shouldn't take too long! I can run back home with some excuse! Come on!" grabbing my sweaty hand, she pulled me forward and toward her running figure.

"Hurry up now! This will also be a good exercise for a future hero! You gotta build up that stamina! Come on, run!!" letting go of my hand, she jogged down the street, her bag bouncing up and down and her gaieties guiding me on. The shop lamps light up as we race down the rows of street lamps.

She was getting ahead of me, and I didn't want her to leave me behind so I closed my eyes and forced my legs to move faster, when I opened them, she was closer than she had been before.

"Ohoh! Look at you! Catching up to me huh! Not bad!" I laughed despite the weight on my back, I shouldn't have brought that many books with me, I regret that, but at the same time, it's driving me to run with all my might so I don't lose her.

"We're not too far now!" she was slowing herself to worry about me, a arm's length away from me and watching me. "Hey, you are doing better than me! Your bag seems to be slowing you down."

She praised me.

I didn't have time to comment when I found myself falling face-first down to the pavement, and my heavy bag adding weight as though someone had fallen on me. I heard her stop and fret, "Oh! Are you okay? That fall seemed like it hurt!" she immediately picks me up from the ground and removes my backpack, holding it for me, "Come on, can you walk?" I nodded, my nose hurt the most.

Swinging my bag over her shoulder she quickly seized my hand and made me follow her to a nearby cafe, allowing me to walk in first and sit down on a chair. Plopping down my bag with a thud and a concerned look, she sat beside me.

"You okay? Your nose is red."

"Yeah! I'm okay!" I had to reassure her and keep myself from overthinking about her hand on my shoulder, it remained there while she spoke up again, "You should take out some books. Your bag is pretty heavy." she lightheartedly mentioned, her eyes still looking at me when I turn to face her.

"I've been meaning to ask. What's your quirk?" I didn't stutter.

She looks surprised, but her face brightened as she cracked up, "Are you asking me that after you fell, I didn't see that coming!" she jokes, taking her hand back she said, "It's called endure, I got it from my mom and it's nothing special."

"How does it work?"

"Hmm not much to tell, it's like a cool feature, I just have a lot of pain tolerance. And I can manage pain more than others." she perked up, "Is me talking to you help drown out the pain?"

"Kinda..." I looked away.

"You should put some books in my bag, for now, that way your bag should feel lighter," she suggested already reaching out to unbolt the zip, "N-no! It's fine!" I moved my arm to stop her and it ended up with our hands touching, my reaction startling her as my cheeks warm up, and I draw myself back to not touch her again, "S-sorry!!"

She blinked, "Are you okay? You are suddenly hyperactive!"

"Yeah- I'm great!!" I nervously grinned and clutch my fist. I can't be worrying her.

"Okay- maybe-" she stopped herself to glare at the entrance and it confused me, until I heard, "Well, would you look at that? Deku is here." it was Kacchan.

"Don't tell me you guys are dating or something, because geez you two look so close." his friends ganged up, standing behind him and deeming him the leader of the group when they only used him as a shield.

"Geez dude, maybe take a hint and get lost." she mimicked their tone, and they chuckled at her attempt, I didn't want her to get involved with them.

"Oi, you are better off without Deku." Kacchan's words somehow made my chest ache, I was used to it but being aware of who he was talking to, I did not want her to leave me.

But, if she does. I'll be...

"And you are better off not bothering him, just go on with your business and pretend we are strangers, shouldn't be too hard, right?" she answered.

The hurt inside vanished after hearing her.

"Heh, I tell losers where they belong and don't tell me what to do, witch."

"Does that include yourself as well? Because man, maybe you are insecure deep inside that you feel to put others down who are better than you."

"You've got a pretty big mouth. How about I shut you up?" he had taken a big step toward her and would have tortured her if his friends hadn't towed him back.

"Dude, remember we are in public, and some old dudes are already watching."

"Tsk, I'll see you, tomorrow witch."

"Insecure prick," she replied.

After he's long gone to the back of the shop, her cold facade declined, and smiled at me, "Let's go home?"

Her voice had gotten soft.

--

"izuku sweetie, you should visit [Y/N] sometimes! You both could study together for the exam you have coming up."

She dropped me home after leaving the cafe, my mom exchanged a few pleasantries and insisted she comes inside, but she didn't stay long. "Also, tell me when you go so I can pack her cookies, that girl has been so nice to you, she's so caring of you." Mom cooed from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I replied. She stood up for me, and her transition from brutally cruel to kind made me nervous, what if I do something bad and she responds by ignoring me forever?

I've gotta be good to her, I don't want to be alone anymore after feeling so happy around her.

Should I call her?

Should I text her?

I want to talk to her but I'm scared I'll be making her uncomfortable she's never taken long to reply so that's a good sign, right? Ultimately my desire wins over and I'm bringing out my phone and turning it on.

Typing in the words and hesitating to send them, I stop to think, would she be asleep? Would she be spending time with her family? Should I be bothering her more than I have? Regardless, I needed to say sorry.

'Hi... Um, I'm sorry we couldn't go to the mall because of me. And sorry about Kacchan too.'

I waited. She wasn't going to answer so soon.

'Oh? What a coincidence! I was thinking about you, Are you sure you don't have a mind-reading quirk? Because you read my thoughts so accurately, and no need to be sorry, we could go anytime! You nurse that cute nose of yours first, dork.'

She replied!?

Does she think my nose is adorable? Not believing what she said I touched it, I did not know what to think of it, but it did make me forget what had been making me miserable.

'I will- I don't have a quirk I'm sure...'

I did not want to write my next thought. It ended up going to her regardless, curiosity was hard to resist even for me, I had to know.

'What were you thinking of me?'

I dislike how... Wrong it sounds, biting my lips when she didn't answer soon enough, I knew it was bad. Hoping she hadn't seen it yet, I quickly deleted it. Breathing a sigh and getting up from the couch, I should walk around a bit to prevent myself from overanalyzing. 

'Oh! Why did you delete it? I was thinking about how you are so cute and how lucky I am to have you as my first best friend, oh, and what ways we can have fun at the mall. I was thinking we could go to a cosplay shop.'

She saw it...!!

"Wear this."

She pushed a dress toward his chest, and he looked down at it, realizing what she meant he quickly blushed, "But- it won't fit me-- it's for girls!" she grinned, "These are our disguises! A no is not an answer here now go on, I'll be here if you need any help!" shutting down his words and pushing him into the changing room, she closed the door and him inside.

His cheeks turned red as he touched the material, it was soft and pretty. He couldn't possibly prepare himself to remove his uniform and fit himself into this black gown, "We don't have all day!" she whispered into the tiny gap between the door, "we have plans to attend to, so make haste!" slowly pulling off his pants he looked himself in the mirror one last time and took off his shirt, "are you having any trouble in there?" she called out and he shrieked, "U-m uh- no..."

He can't tell if her constant investigation was making it worse, or better for him to cope.

"Okay... Come out soon, I wanna see you."

Pressing his lips together, he stared at his reflection and the gown, it would look prettier on her instead of him, but he kept that to himself, "Are you done?" she tried twisting the handle, thankfully he locked it the second the time she asked.

"N-no!!" he screamed as she knocked on the door, allowing her to sigh and say, "Come on, I have to do your make-up too! Just one more minute!" she warned.

That was his cue to leave and not make her upset.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and slightly opened it, peering out and hiding his body. "Should I come outside?" he mumbled, his heart skipping a beat when she quickly looked both ways and entered with her bag, closing the door behind her she grinned, staring into his eyes, it reminded him of the movies his mom used to watch.

Now that he thinks about it, this is kinda romantic, and he doesn't need to watch those movies to know it, though he might once he gets home.

They were alone in the changing booth, just the two of them, was she going to kiss him again?

"You are glowing red! Oh my god! Relax!!" the bedroom eyes she gave him reduced into a concerned expression, closing the tiny distance and gently patting his back, but it didn't make his heart beat any slower. "Ah! This is embarrassing!" he whimpered to himself, hiding his face in his hands "What? No! You look so cute!" she reassured, he had to take a look at himself and he did, his mind concluding what would happen with them so close to each other.

"See! You look so... Hot!" she grasped his shoulder and turned him around to fully face his reflected image, "I'll do your make-up now!" she smiled, gently guiding him to the small bench and pushing him down, she towered over him and he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

She made him wear a wig. Short black-haired wig.

"Okay! Don't move unless I tell you to," she commanded and he wouldn't have the will to say anything, not that he would. She can do anything she wanted. To him.

"Keep your eyes still, I'm doing your eyeliner."

He felt cold ink glide over his eyelids, and her hands softly touching his skin, he could feel her breath. Holding his breath in a little longer, he gripped the material in his hand and kept his back straight. "Alright, open your eyes..."

He obeyed and stared up into her eyes, focused on him, watching him.

"Hmm! You have perfect skin so you don't need foundation, let's put on some blush and lipstick then we are done!"

It felt good to be taken care of, it felt good to feel her hand on his face again, and it felt like it was too good to be real. True to her words, she picked out a rosy tint for his cheeks and a peachy red for his lips after trying them on her hand.

Grasping the lipstick, she held his chin up and lowered it to his lips, gently applying the shade and moving back, he shouldn't have opened his eyes yet.

She leaned forward, using her thumb to part his lip she touched them, smearing the color to the corners of his mouth with a careful brush of her finger, all while he admired her features and remembered what started their friendship.

"There! Make-up is done!" she cheered, stepping back to adore her doing.

"T--thanks..." he dropped his gaze to the floor, was it bad he wanted to paint her lips with his? He'd never been bold enough to think about it.

"Hehe! Ok ok, now you'll wait for me outside!"

He didn't question her because he was too stunned to even speak anything after walking out of the booth and avoiding every stranger's gaze, standing with his bag on the ground, he eyed the door. They should have left their bags at home he would have if she'd told him earlier.

That they'd go to the mall right after school.

"I'm done! Come to me, my Juliet!!" bursting out the door, she elated lovingly.

He didn't get time to see her before she grabbed his hand and raced out of the shop a completely different person, "Where are we going?!" he managed to ask while they skimmed down the stairs, running in a dress was not easy as the movies made them out to be, their bags additional weight to carry.

"I had the grand idea of troubling someone!" she narrowed her answer, "Won't we get into trouble?!"

"What? No!! We are not where we are!" he didn't understand what she was getting at. "I mean we are in our disguises! And it will be fun!"

Stopping behind a pillar, he bumped into her before correcting himself and looking at where she had her eyes, "Here is the plan, your name is Juliet, and I'm Jake! And also don't speak unless I tell you!"

Were they doing a roleplay? Did she like them?

"Here he comes!! Hehehe, you bastard I'm going to embarrass you in front of the public for calling me tomorrow bitch!" she muttered to herself, an evil smile on her face and narrowed eyes glaring at the trio entering the mall.

He realized it was Kacchan and his friends.

"How did you know they were coming?" he inquired without thinking about how tense he sounded. Did she like him? Nobody would go out of their way to tease somebody and pay attention to them.

Unless she had feelings for him...

"Oh! So, um... When I was going back to class, I overheard them. So-- I decided it would be fun to prank him."

"Why?" he spoke too soon.

"Why? Well, because... I want to." she shortened her answer, and it wasn't the one he wanted to hear. 

"Why--"

"Oh!! They're moving in! Come on!" seizing his hand, she guided him to tangle his arm around hers, as couples do, when they are in love.

"Ah! Shoot, I almost forgot-- let's hide our bags somewhere! Do you have any ideas?" she ceased her tracks to look around them, he'd forgotten about them too, if he wanted to be her best friend, he should make sure they don't get in trouble.

"Let's hide them under the bench?" he suggested, the ground floor of the mall had shops and few seating areas, it was big and empty even with so many people around. "Yeah that sounds good, I don't have a better idea."

Soon after they finished it, he held onto her arm and let her lead the way, occasionally he'd nuzzle into her and breathe in her scent, it was bliss.

"You seem to be enjoying this." she teased, gazing to her side where he stood and walked along, he gets to observe her better this way, the hat matched her and hid her hair, the white suit, and his black gown. They matched well.

"Umm... I-- I just think we should do our best." he sheepishly mumbled, thinking if he should lower his voice to a girl's.

"You keep doing that and I might just eat you up..."

He blushed, was she playing her role a little too well or did she mean that?

Flashing him a smirk, she carefully took off her hat, "Phew! They didn't break! That would have been embarrassing..." Moving around in her hat were two water balloons.

"When did you get those?" he questioned, "Oh! While you were changing, I filled them up with water from my bottle, I have more in my bag, they're not prepared though. These were very hard to fill." she mused, grinning ear to ear, "hold one for me." she handed a yellow balloon, while she took a red one.

Her smile never faded as she put on her hat and slowly sneaked towards their victim. He was nervous.

"If my first attack fails, quickly gimme yours." she quietly gossiped in his ear, "Be ready to speed-walk afterward." he nodded.

Nearing the trio, she steadied her hand and pulled them back, heaving in a sigh, she quickly threw the balloon. He watched.

It landed right where she wanted it to.

Katsuki jolted and quickly turned his head, finding it empty behind him, "What the hell...!" he shouted, looking down at his pants, it had gotten wet. "Dude... Did you?" his friends attempted to speak but were rudely interrupted, "Shut up! Fuck no! Someone-"

"Oh dear, look, looks like this kid peeped his pants. He should have gone to the bathroom sooner." her voice sounded deeper and... Hotter.

"Huh??!!" his red eyes immediately settled on them, "The fuck did you say?" he yelled, attracting attention to himself and his friends.

Calmly walking ahead of them, she laughed, "No manners huh, kids these days... So rude and reckless. Right, my love?" she peered down at him, "O-oh yes..." he squeaked, did she just call him the love of her life?

"You should change your pants, son." she smiled.

"I did not peep myself you hat-for-brains!" he retorted, ready to pull up his fist and fight, "dude, you're causing a scene." his friend stepped in, holding him back from storming over to the couple.

"Huh... Alright, be sure to use the bathroom next time!" she cheered, pulling him away from the small crowd.

"Come back here you!!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, pushing his friends away and chasing after them. "You bastard!!" both of them looked back and without a second thought, they ran, that is after she poked her tongue out to further enrage him.

Izuku on the other hand couldn't keep up with his dress slowing him, but thank god he could wear his regular shoes, pulling his dress up, his other hand holding onto hers, they ran avoiding other people until the dress decided to trip him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall on the ground completely like the last time they raced, she saved him. Throwing a glance toward their pursuer, she brought him up to his feet and picked him up, tightly holding onto his knees and torso, she sprinted as fast as she could and he hid his face in his chest, his arms supporting himself around her neck.

She felt bad about making him wear this dress, didn't she?

He tuned everything out and focused on breathing in and out, did she like to be in control? Did she love him? He felt his heart beating faster than usual, it can't be normal. Covering his vision only allowed her image to flash before his eyes, her scent dominating his.

He absorbed the moment as much as he could. Until...

Eventually, they slowed, and her heavy breathing reached his ear, her grasp on him loosened, and it seemed like she was struggling to hold him up any longer. He wanted to be in her arms.

He didn't want her to let him go yet.

"Looks like... we lost him, that idiot was... fast... God, I hate Katsuki for making me run... So much." she panted, "You okay?" he lifts his head a little, looking at her with puppy eyes, "Y... Yeah, I-I'm good..."

"You look like a baby right now." she giggled, "But I can't hold you any longer." She lowered herself to the ground and he didn't have any choice but to leave her embrace. "You are not heavy I swear! The adrenaline... Vanished and that stupid idiot chased me around..." Exhausted and shaking, she sat on the ground and tried catching her breath.

"You didn't have to carry me..." he responded.

"Yeah, but well I know how tough it is to run in those dresses so..." she gazed up, whining, "we still have to go inside and change our outfit and get our bags! I didn't think this one through..."

"I could go in and get them!" he wanted to be of use to her.

"That's kinda risky... No, let's go inside together and sneak our way back." she cared so much, she didn't want him to go all alone.

"But, you're tired." he insisted.

"It's fine... Besides I'm sleeping the moment I get home."

Next time, he wanted to be the one in a suit, and she in a beautiful dress.

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You wouldn't believe how much I fangirled...

That is unlike me