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Izuku's POV: I was avoiding Eijirou. How could I face him after I’d basically confessed my feelings to the man? Eijirou didn’t seem to reciprocate my feelings, so I couldn’t possibly face him. I flinch at a sudden knock on the door. I get up, blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I open the door and instantly slam it shut again when I see Eijirou standing there.
“Midoriya?” He calls. I don’t answer. “Izuku, please open the door,” he says in a pleading voice. I chew my lip and open the door again.
“H-hi, Eijirou,” I say softly, gulping slightly.
“How’re you feeling? I brought soup,” his big hand reaches out and touches my forehead, making me blush. “You feel a bit warm, but not enough to have called out for two weeks,” I laugh and look away.
“Y-yeah, I’m starting to feel better,” I lie.
“So you’ll be coming back soon? It’s weird being out there without you,” I nod.
“Yes, I’ll be back tomorrow,” I promise the other. A smile lights up Eijirou’s face. He moves to my couch and I shut the door, locking it. I move to sit beside the larger man. He hands me a container of soup and a spoon. I thank him and begin eating, feeling embarrassed.
“So,” I say softly. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of me when I was under the effects of that quirk,”
“Of course! That’s what friends are for!” he says, eyes flicking away from me. He clears his throat and leans forward in his seat, taking another bite of his food. “Um… I know this is probably really stupid to ask but,” he takes a deep breath and looks down at his food. “Did you mean what you said?” he asks, making me tense. I laugh softly, nerves filling my chest.
“Y-yeah,” I answer honestly, tensing up as I wait for Eijirou’s reaction.
“Then why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, seeming genuinely hurt.
“I was scared,” I admit. “I didn’t want you to hate me. Or be disgusted by my feelings,” Eijirou sets his soup down and takes mine to do the same before taking my hands.
“I missed you, Izuku,” he says, seemingly debating with himself. “I like you too,”
“No you don’t,” he grinds his teeth.
“Why would I lie about that, Izuku? I want to date you,” he says, making my eyes widen.
“I want to date you too,” I say seriously, my heart pounding in my chest. He lifts a hand and touches my cheek before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Let’s go out,” I nod.
“When?” I question.
“This weekend.” I nod and kiss him again. Eijirou gets up a moment later and takes his soup.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, good night,” I whimper softly at the loss of the others' warmth.
That Saturday, I dress in a pair of booty shorts and a cropped shirt seeing as it was hot outside and Eijirou said we were going on a picnic. I apply some chapstick before grabbing a jacket and heading out. He was waiting at the doors of my apartment, flowers in one hand and basket in the other. He hands me the flowers and I make a soft, happy sound.
“Let me go put these in some water, I’ll be right back!” I practically yell, running back into my apartment and setting the flowers in a vase in the kitchen. They looked beautiful. I return to Eijirou and lock my apartment doors before we head out to the park. Eijirou takes my hand and holds tight, making me smile.
“So, what made you think of a picnic?” I ask in a soft voice.
“I’ve wanted to take you on a picnic since high school. I’ve been planning this date since second year,” I blush.
“You’ve liked me for that long?” he nods, a small blush on his cheeks. I smile.
“Me too,” I admit, making him smile as well.
“Why did we wait so long to get together then?” I laugh and shake my head.
“Fear,” he nods in agreement.
“We were stupid. Should’ve just confessed. Not very manly of me,” I shrug.
“I think you’re very manly,” with that, we arrive at the park and Eijirou sets up the picnic and we eat, chatting about the past. It was a wonderful first date.