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It’s the first Monday afternoon of Izuku’s and Ochako’s summer break. The day so far is slow, with both Izuku and Ochako enjoying their hard-earned time away from the university. Ochako lies upside down with her thighs pressed against the backing of their couch, tapping her foot against the wall absentmindedly. Lazy afternoon sunlight dapples her skin, strikes her eyes.
She closes them.
“Izuku,” she whispers. She peeks one eye open, and squints to focus on the lump of a person on the bed.
The light shifts, and she stops squinting.
“Izuku,” She repeats louder. Her only answer is a loud, muffled snore. She sighs quietly.
“Stop pretending to sleep. I’m coming over there.” She flips the right way up, and heaves herself off the couch. To her, even the heat of their carpet seems like it wants to drag her into its warmth as she trudges through to the bed.
She climbs up the emptier side, and gently lowers her head onto Izuku’s stomach. Summer swallows the city in heat as Ochako syncs the rhythm of her breathing to Izuku’s. She nestles her head deeper into Izuku’s stomach, and curls up while grabbing his arm. Sunlight washes over their room in tones of gold, and Ochako feels a quiet peace fold into her. She closes her eyes as she inhales.
“Y’know, there’s a really cute girl in my atmospheric sciences class,” she confesses, blowing out air from her mouth. This gets Izuku’s attention, and he pulls the blanket off his face.
“Ehh…? What’s her name?” He murmurs, and gently plays with Ochako’s bangs using his free hand. Ochako grins, feeling victorious in grabbing his attention.
“Asui Tsuyu, but everyone calls her Tsu-chan by her insistence. Cute, hmm?” Izuku hums in the back of his throat.
“To be honest, I think everyone’s kinda put off that she looks… I dunno, bug-ish? Her eyes are huge and her tongue is really long. And no, before you ask, I didn’t hook up with her.” She pauses. "Yet."
“Well, if we’re talking about crushes, there’s Todoroki Shouto-kun in my gerontology class.” He giggles, and Ochako smiles at the soft sound.
“TOTAL smash material,” He offers, and is about to continue when the realization hits Ochako.
Wait, wait- you take gerontology?” She tries to stifle her laughter, but the effort is in vain. Her laugh spills like perfume between them, and her grip tightens on Izuku’s arm as she lets herself incline into the moment.
“Are you done yet?” He asks haughtily, despite having to suppress laughter himself. Ochako impulsively smiles one last time before nodding her head in emphasis.
Peaceful quiet resumes like a bird between them, flitting wings blurring the sun’s burning. Ochako shifts on Izuku’s stomach, trying to find a comfortable space between the muscles before giving up and asking to spoon.
“Let go of my arm first,” He demands, and Ochako jokingly pouts and releases her grip. Izuku immediately offers his just-freed arm, to which Ochako gratefully accepts.
They fall asleep like that, with Ochako draping her arms over and under Izuku’s stomach and neck, and with Izuku’s hands falling against her back.
They do not wake until the next day.