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The day Iida confessed to Midoriya during their second year at U.A. had been a grand and gay (in both senses of the word) event.
Fifteen minutes before homeroom started, Iida, who was not the first one to class (a shock to everyone), came barreling in, face burning more than the sun and a large bouquet of roses in his hands.
The entirety of class 2-A (which still consisted of everyone from 1-A, due to the fact that the staff opted for more cross-class activities, so teamwork wouldn't be such an issue) was slack-jawed as their class president marched towards Midoriya, who was getting redder by the nanosecond.
“M-Midoriya-kun!” Iida bowed deeply, almost to a whopping ninety degrees as he shouted, “Would you please do the honor of going on a date with me!?”
In a corner of the classroom, Uraraka nearly collapsed in shock, prompting several classmates to try and rouse her from her panicked state. “H-he’s doing it…” Her tone was light and laced with elation, and her classmates were unsure whether she was talking to them or herself.
Midoriya could only sputter gibberish. For all of his observational skills, the green-haired teen was heavily impaired in seeing any form of romance. Hell, it took an offhanded comment from Ashido in the beginning of the year for him to toy with the idea that his feelings for his bespectacled friend had grown beyond friendly.
Silence reigned. Their quiet classmates kept staring at the both of them. Iida stared at Midoriya, and vice versa.
Izuku then took the plunge. Standing up, he reached out and took his classmate’s hand in his and uttered a barely audible, “I... would love to Iida-kun.”
Tenya gave a radiant smile, making the green-haired teen so very weak in the knees. Before he could have any chance of falling to the ground, Tenya embraced the smaller boy in a bone-crushing hug and exclaimed, “Thank you so much, Midoriya-kun!”
All at once, the dam that held their classmate’s silence bursted into a million pieces.
Both Kirishima and Kaminari jumped on their desks and let out a loud and resounding, “YEAHHH BOYYYY!”
Tokoyami and Todoroki nodded their heads in silent approval.
Bakugou, being the asshole he is, began telling (well, more like yelling at) the brand new couple, “If I see so much as a fucking loving gaze from shitty Deku, I’ll fucking barf!” Uraraka, in retaliation, slapped the blond and sent him straight into the ceiling with a look that expressed, “Don’t you dare fuck this up now.”
Jirou, Sero, Asui, Ashido, Ojiro, and Hagakure raised their fists in joy and looked at their fellow classmates in expectation.
Said other classmates gave a small sigh and began pooling in bills of various yen values on top of a desk (Bakugou, on the other hand, threw a number of bills at Urakaka’s face, all the while growling, “You fuckmunchs and your stupid ass bets. This is just a big pile of bullshit-”).
Midoriya could only ask in an shocked and incredulous tone, “You were betting on us?! Even Kacchan ?!”
Sheepish shrugs were their only replies.
“Sorry Deku-kun, but we’ve been betting since our first year.” Uraraka explained with a meek grin. “Half of us bet that you two would get together before the end of the semester,” She gestured to the classmates sorting out the cash, “And the others assumed you would get together after.”
Izuku only stared at her in shock.
Tenya on the other hand, went full on rant mode. With a flurry of hand gestures he scolded, “Urakaka-kun! As your vice-president and friend, I cannot believe that you and our fellow classmates would gamble on our loves lives! It’s very disrespectful to Midoriya-kun and I!”
Ochako lowered her head in slight shame. “Yes, I’m sorry, but…”
Jirou interrupted, handing a wad of bills in Uraraka’s direction. “Here’s your share, Uraraka.”
The brunette grabbed it and giggled in glee, all semblance of guilt gone. Iida’s expression became even more scandalized.
“Urakaka-kun!”
Momo stepped between the two. “Iida, I am sorry, but what’s done is done. Now,” The class’s vice president turned to the rest of the class. “Would anyone collect and give the rest of the money to the other betters in the other classes?”
“Other classes?!” Izuku and Tenya shouted in unison.
Midoriya dared to ask, “Who else was in on it?”
The ponytailed girl counted off, “Most of Class 2-B, Shinsou-san, Hatsume-san, a few teachers, Togata-san, Hadou-san, Amajiki-san, Maki-san… I believe that’s all.”
The couple was screaming internally. “So many people!”
As more chaos spreaded, Present Mic, their homeroom teacher for the year entered the classroom with his usual loudness.
“Heyo kiddos, what’s with all the noise? Well, more than usual. Oh, Uraraka-chan, drop Bakugou would you.” A splat and an angry “FUCKIN’ BITCH!” was heard.
Hagakure excitedly squealed, “Iida-kun confessed to Midoriya-kun and he said yes!”
The hero paused to process what was said. He then broke out into a wide grin. “YOOOO, that’s amazing!” Present Mic pulled out his phone and pressed on it at a rapid pace. “Gimme a sec, I gotta text Shouta this. He owes me 2,000 yen.”
Midoriya and Iida could only sigh in exasperation. When would the bell ring so class could start?
Izuku cast a quick glance at Tenya, only for red eyes to meet his.
His boyfriend’s (boyfriend, holy shit, they were dating now, oh my god ) lips quirked up, and Izuku could feel heat rise in his cheeks.
Oh yeah, all of this was worth it.