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A loud crash sent her bolt upright in her bed in the middle of the night. Her cat, Hero, leapt off the bed, slipped out her bedroom through the cracked door, and went to investigate the sound. Izuku threw the sheets off of her body and cautiously crept out of her room, but not before grabbing her mace. She tip toed as quietly as she could into the living room, and saw that nothing was out of the ordinary, save for the wide open window. She heard rummaging coming from the kitchen, accompanied by slurred muttering, and stuck her head around the corner. She saw a shirtless man sitting in front of her fridge, rummaging drunkenly through her refrigerator, and petting her cat, who was rubbing up against him.
“He-hey!” she yelled, causing the man to jump in surprise and turn to her. “Wh-who are you?”
“Heeh?” he slurred, running a hand through his spiky ash blond hair. “Who’re you, eeh?”
“My name is Izuku, this is my apartment,” she said, and the man gave her an adorably confused look.
“Wha? Nooooooo, this’s Kirisssssh’ma’s ‘partment,” he argued, turning his attention to her cat. “Oh, hi ‘kiddy.”
Izuku pondered about what to do. Should she call the police? Her cat seemed to think he was alright, and he usually didn’t like anyone, so maybe he wasn’t that bad. And besides, she’d feel bad sending him out into the night when he clearly didn’t know where he was. He wasn’t doing anything terrible, save for rummaging through her fridge and letting out the cold, but he seemed relatively docile.
“Okay, sure, uh, would you like some food?” she asked, setting down her mace and turning on the lights. He let out an ‘ooooh’ when she turned the lights on and began to look around.
“S’mth’n spicy,” he said as he flopped onto his belly and tried playing with her cat. “Pr’ddy kiddy,” he cooed, scratching the black cat under his chin.
“I have some toys, if you’d like to play with him,” she said, handing him a cat wand with a feather and a bell at the end of the string. He looked at the toy in his hands, red eyes wide, and jingled it with fascination before giggling drunkenly at the sound. Damn, he was so cute, despite the fact he had drunkenly broken into her home. She went to shut and lock the window before she forgot and then began making some spicy ramen. It was a bit difficult, especially since the man refused to move from the kitchen floor and she had to work around him, but at least he wasn’t being destructive.
“Hey, um, what’s your name?” she asked as she heated up some water.
“‘M Bak’gou Ka’s’ki,” he told her, hugging Hero to his drunkenly flushed face and nuzzling him while her cat was purring like mad.
“Uh, I’ll just call you ‘Kacchan’ yeah?” she asked as she cooked the ramen. He looked at her, his red eyes hazy from alcohol.
“S’re Deku,” he waved off, waving his finger in Hero’s face.
“My name is Izuku,” she corrected as she stirred.
“Whaaa? Nooooo, yer name’s Deku! You jus said!” he whined at her, face pulled into a pout. She giggled at his declaration, deciding to let it go.
“You wanted spicy, right?” she asked him, to which he nodded with a cute ‘yeaaaah’! “Alrighty then,” she said as she mixed some spices into the pot. “Alright, Kacchan, here’s your ramen,” she informed him as she served up a bowl for him along with a fork.
“Yaaaaaaaaay!” he shouted as he sat up and took the bowl from her hands. He began to eat messily, to which Izuku objected.
“Careful! It’s hot!” she warned, although she was ignored.
“‘M fine!” he protested as he wolfed down the food. “Mmmm.” She shook her head fondly as she ate spicy ramen with a drunk, shirtless stranger on the floor of her kitchen at too early in the morning, pondering what she had done in her life that had led her to this moment. Oh yeah, she was too nice for her own good, she was told.
“Here, drink some water,” she said, grabbing him a glass and filling it with cold water. “Your head is going to hurt in the morning.” He looked down at the glass with a scrunched up face before huffing.
“Fiiiiiiiiine,” he drawled as he threw his head back in exasperation. He took the glass and began gulping down the drink, water dripping down his chin and neck before going back to eating his food. She topped off the drink again, and ate her food with him in relative silence, save for his compliments to her cat, and, eventually, her.
“Yer re’lly preddy,” he said, looking at her with half lidded eyes. “L’ke a cute piece a’brocli.” She let out a surprised laugh at that, entirely caught off guard by the comment. “With, like, stars ‘n yer face, ‘s cute as hell.”
“Thank you, Kacchan,” she giggled, and his already pink cheeks turned more red.
“D’you h’va a boyfriend?” he asked, before taking pause. “D’ya ev’n like guys? I h’pe ya do, but ‘f not s’cool,” he added, cocking his head, causing her to giggle. At least he was accepting of other sexualities, so really, he couldn’t be that bad, right?
“I like boys and girls,” she told him, “but I don’t have a significant other, no.” His eyes lit up at that, and a drunken smile crossed his face.
“C’n I be yer boyfrind?” he slurred out, leaning forward, swaying dangerously. Izuku choked on her ramen and coughed, causing Kacchan to look at her with concern. “Is’at a no?” he asked with a crestfallen expression.
“Heh, why don’t you ask me again in the morning, when you’re sober?” she suggested once she stopped coughing.
“M’kay,” he said with an exaggerated nod before going back to play with Hero. “S’ch a good kiddy,” he cooed. “Was’ ‘er name?”
“His name is Hero,” she laughed, taking their bowls of ramen and putting them in the sink. “I rescued him almost a year ago. He normally dislikes people, especially strangers, but he really likes you, so you can’t be all that bad of a guy.”
“‘Course you resc’ed, so fuckin’ g’d. Cats fuck’n love me though,” he slurred confidently, not looking surprised. “I dunno why, I’m’a jerk when ‘m sober,” he admitted, hanging his head down sadly as Hero curled in his lap and asked for pets.
“Well, you don’t seem bad to me,” she tried to cheer him up. “I think you should drink some more water, okay?” she prompted, pushing his glass towards him. “And I’ll grab you some medicine. Your head is gonna hurt really bad in the morning considering how drunk you are. And I’ll grab you a garbage bin so if you feel sick you don’t have to run to the bathroom.”
“Yer so g’d, Deku,” he slurred, face blissed out. “S’ch a g’d pers’n.”
“Oh, thank you, Kacchan,” she blushed as she left the room to grab him the supplies. She grabbed a small trash bin and some Tylenol before coming back into the kitchen. “Okay, Kacchan, take this medicine with some water and I’ll set up the couch for you to sleep on. If you feel sick, here’s the trash bin.”
“Th’nks Dekuuuuuu~” he thanked in a drawn out fashion. “Yer so niiiiiiiiiiiice.” She smiled to herself, not even bothering to question her situation anymore, just deciding to role with it.
“Okay, Kacchan,” she said as she pulled a blanket and pillow out for him to use. “Come on over and lay down, ‘kay?”
“C’me ‘elp me,” he whined, reaching out with grabby hands. Man, he sure was something, wasn’t he? She rolled her eyes and grabbed his extended hands and pulled him up to his feet, forcing Hero to leap from his lap. “Woooooah! So stroooooong!” he praised, eyes wide as she easily pulled him up. “S’manly,” he complimented as he swayed into her, leaning most of his bodyweight on her with his arms draped across her shoulders.
“Haha, thank you Kacchan, I work out,” she told him, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
“Tha’s soooo hot,” he slurred, hot, alcohol scented breath puffing against her face before dissolving into giggles.
“Thanks,” she answered shyly as she walked him over to her couch and lowered him down as gently as she could. She went back to drag the small trash bin over and top of his almost empty glass of water. He had his face buried in her pillow, a content smile on his flushed face. She set the water on the coffee table along with the bottle of Tylenol down next to it. “I’ll be in my room if you need anything, okay?” she told him. “Do you need anything else before I go to bed?”
“C’n I ged’a g’night kiss?” he asked, looking up at her with pleading red eyes. Shoot, that made her heart do funny things, especially when Hero snuggled up against his chest, demanding attention.
“Not while you’re intoxicated, sorry,” she said as she draped the blanket gently over him. He let out a high pitched whine and pouted cutely at her answer.
“Awe, y’er too g’d,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowed angrily. She giggled at his reaction, finding herself enamored with the drunken man that had broken into her apartment in the middle of the night.
“Good night, Kacchan,” she bid, turning off the lights but leaving the lamp on. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“G’niiiiiiight!” he slurred, waving his hand at her. She smiled and went back to bed, wondering what the next morning would hold for her.
~~~~~
She woke up the next morning in the same way she had woken up last night, to a loud crash coming from her living room. She threw the sheets off of her and walked into the living area to Kacchan lying face first on the floor. He was half tangled in the sheets and Hero was looking a little put off as he too stared at the shirtless man.
“Hey, you alright?” she asked, squatting down and rubbing his back soothingly. She unscrewed the bottle of Tylenol, poured out two pills, and grabbed the glass of water. “Here, take some water and medicine, you’ll feel better,” she encouraged in a soft voice. He looked up at her with a scowl on his handsome face, the drunken softness of it long gone.
“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, sending shivers down her spine at his rough voice.
“My name is Midoriya Izuku, you kinda broke into my apartment last night thinking your friend lived here. My cat kind of fell in love with you, so I decided to let you stay here for the night. We ate spicy ramen on my kitchen floor where you named me Deku, and then flirted with me and asked me out,” she summarized for him before giggling. “You called me manly.”
“And you just fucking decided to let a drunken stranger, who broke into your apartment, crash on your couch for the night?” he asked, his lips pulled into a sneer as his cheeks flushed pink. “Do you have a fucking death wish or something? What if I was here to rob you? Or worse?! You’ll end up getting killed if you do that shit, fucking dumbass.” She giggled at his words, earning her another glare. “The hell you laughing about, idiot?”
“You told me last night you were a jerk when you’re sober,” she told him, unable to help the smile on her face. “I guess you were kinda right, but I know it’s coming from a place of concern. Now here, medicine and water, you’ll feel better,” she said, waving the glass in his face. He sat up, pink dusting the tips of his ears and cheeks as he snatched the pills from her hand, swallowed them and downed the glass of water. “Hey! Slow down! You’ll make yourself sick if you drink too quickly,” she warned, concerned that he would throw up.
“Are you always such a fucking nag? Geez, calm the fuck down,” he spat, setting the glass down on the coffee table before grabbing his forehead with his hands. “God, my head fucking hurts,” he groaned, eyes screwed shut.
“Why don’t you lie back down? I’ll close the blinds so the light doesn’t hurt your eyes, and I’ll make some breakfast for us. Sound good?” she asked as she got up to draw the curtains.
“Do whatever the fuck you want,” he waved off as he crawled back onto the couch. “If you wanna waste more food on a fucking stranger then be my fucking guest.”
“Well, technically you’re my guest, Kacchan,” she laughed, walking into the kitchen and began to make a light breakfast. Toast would probably do, since she didn’t want to feed him something that would make him sick.
“The fuck did you just call me?” he barked from the couch. “The fuck kind of cutesy ass nickname is that?”
“Well, I couldn’t really make out your name when you told me last night,” she explained with a smile, “so I decided Kacchan would suffice.”
“God, you really do have a death wish,” he huffed angrily as Hero crawled up onto his lap. “Oh, hey cat.”
“His name is Hero,” she informed him as she got out the bread. “He really likes you, and he normally doesn’t like anyone. It might sound silly, but he’s kind of the reason I let you stay. If he likes you, then you can’t be that bad of a guy.”
“Well that’s fuckin’ stupid,” he muttered as he pet her cat. “Where’d you get him from?” he asked after a pregnant silence.
“I rescued him,” she said happily as she waited for the bread to toast. “My friend called me one day, saying that there was a malnourished cat hanging around her workplace that no one could catch, and they were worried he was going to die if they didn’t catch him. So, I went down to try my hand at it, and he kinda just decided to trust me, approaching me almost immediately and letting me take care of him. I took him to a shelter, hoping they’d be able to care for him, but they told me they didn’t have the resources to properly treat him, and he would most likely have been put down. So I decided to take him home to foster him and nurse him back to health. I fully intended on bringing him back to the shelter after he was healthy enough, but at that point I was just so attached to him that I couldn’t bear to part with him. He chose me too, decided to trust me, and I couldn’t let him down. That was a little over a year ago.” The toaster dinged and she plated the toast before buttering them up.
“Food’s ready. Sorry it’s only toast, but I don’t want to give you something that’ll make you sick,” she said as she placed the plate before him. He stared at the plate with a contemplative look on his face. “Is something wrong?” she asked worriedly, which seemed to startle him from his thoughts. He glared up at her before angrily taking a bite of the toast, chomping aggressively.
“Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled after swallowing his bite. “Still think you’re a fucking dumbass for letting me just sleep on your couch, but whatever.”
“Is your head feeling better?” she asked as she sat next to him, munching on her own toast. He nodded deftly as he continued to eat the toast. “Good. You can use my shower afterwards and borrow one of my shirts, if you’d like. I think I have something around that’ll fit you, I’m sure.”
“Where’s my phone at?” he asked suddenly, which caught her off guard.
“Oh, um, I’m not sure,” she said. “I didn’t see a phone, but then again I didn’t really check for one. I should’ve checked, your friends are probably worried and you don’t have your phone to respond. Oh shoot,” she muttered to herself.
“Oi, quit muttering. It’s creepy as hell,” he snapped at her angrily.
“Sorry,” she said with a blush. “Oh! I’ll grab my phone so you can call your phone. Maybe it’s with your friends! And if not you can use it to text them and let them know where you are. I’ll go grab it!” she said as she shot up and went to get her phone.
~~~~~
Bakugou watched as the woman, Deku he had apparently decided to call her, left the room in a hurry. He buried his head in his hands and let out a long groan. Fuck, he hardly remembered anything from last night, he must’ve gotten so wasted. He had broken into a random stranger’s apartment and she was nice enough, or stupid enough, to take care of him and let him stay. And all because of her fucking cat, who she fucking rescued herself because of course she would, who decided he was nice enough to trust. He could only remember bits and pieces of partying with his friends, then stumbling around and crawling through a window. Then, he remembered startled green eyes and gorgeous smiles, and was then hit with the memories of him hitting on her and how she had told him to ask her out again in the morning when he was sober. Fuck, how had it all come to this? He didn’t know if he was lucky to be cared for my such an overly good person, or cursed because he totally embarrassed himself and pestered said overly good person.
“I’m back,” she said, being kind enough to keep her voice soft as to not make his head pound. “Why don’t you try calling your phone first and then text your friends if that doesn’t work. I’m going to take a quick shower and then you can take one, sound good?” she asked as she handed him her unlocked phone.
“Whatever,” he said like the ungrateful shit he was. She merely smiled at him, completely unaware of the way she made his heart flutter, before turning around to presumably go take a shower. He sighed before clicking on the phone icon and punching in his number. It went straight to voicemail. He resisted the urge to chuck the phone across the room but stopped himself because it wasn’t his. He decided to open up her messenger app and typed in Kirishima’s number and then shot him a text.
‘Oi, shitty hair, it’s Bakugou. What the fuck happened last night?’ he texted out, sending it and sat back to wait. He left the phone on because he didn’t know her passcode, and played with Hero. The cat was very cuddly, although according to Deku he normally hated people, so he felt kind of special. After a few minutes, the phone pinged and displayed a new message.
‘Yo! Bakubro! Where are you??? Shit got crazy last night and we lost you halfway through the night. Are you okay???? I have your phone and apartment keys.’ Kirishima had texted back.
‘Yeah, I’m fine. I broke into some girl’s apartment through the window and she decided to let me stay because her cat liked me or some shit. She let me sleep on her couch and made me breakfast too.’
‘Holy shit, she didn’t call the police???? You’re super lucky dude.’
‘Nah, she’s just a fucking dumbass for letting a stranger crash on her couch. I’m texting you from her phone right now, and she’s gonna let me shower and lend me some clothes in a bit. Her cat is pretty dope.’
‘Oooooooo you like her’ Bakugou gritted his teeth at the message, the shitty bastard. ‘Is she cute????’
‘she’s cute as fuck.’ He replied before his brain caught up with what he just did. ‘If you tell anyone about this I’ll fucking murder you.’
‘I’m screenshoting this conversation and framing it lol.’
‘You better fucking not or i swear to god I’ll kill you.’ He messaged. He was about to compose another message when Deku came back into the room, wrapped in nothing but a towel and still wet from the shower.
“Kacchan, shower’s ready,” she beamed as she headed into her room. “There’re towels in there for you, and after I get dressed I’ll see if I can find you a shirt that’ll, hopefully, fit,” she instructed before disappearing into her room. He felt his face heat up as he watched her retreating form, the towel hanging low enough on her back that he could see water dripping down her freckled shoulder blades. He shook his head vigorously and shot Kirishima one last text.
‘She’s out of the shower, brb.’ He texted, setting the phone down before stomping into the shower and began washing away last night’s bad choices.
~~~~~
Izuku came back into the empty living room once she heard the shower turn on. Her long hair was wrapped up in her towel and she was wearing some casual clothes of a pair of pajama shorts and baggy T-shirt. She picked up her phone out of habit and checked the screen, surprised to find a new message.
‘Ooooooooooo ;) use protection’ the text read. Confused, she opened up her phone and read the conversation. She blushed as she read the messages before shaking her head and deciding to call the number. It rang once before someone picked up.
“Wow, that was quick,” a teasing voice came from the other side. She giggled despite herself and then let out a laugh at the soft ‘oh shit’ she heard.
“I assume you’re Kirishima?” she asked, having read the messages.
“Uh, yeah, I’m Bakugou’s friend,” he laughed awkwardly. She faintly heard someone shout ‘is he fucking alive?’ followed by Kirishima shushing them. “Thank you for taking care of him last night. We really appreciate it, I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble. He can be a little, uh, much.” Izuku laughed at that, recalling what happened last night.
“You’re welcome, it was no problem at all,” she assured the man easily. “He was honestly very entertaining.”
“Oh shit wad’he do?!” someone, a woman, suddenly shouted.
“Ashido!” Kirishima whined in objection.
“What? I wanna know!” the female, Ashido, begged.
“He was very sweet,” she began, happy to indulge his friends. “He was enamored with my cat, Hero and played with him most of the night. I made some spicy ramen per his request and we ate together on my kitchen floor. He complimented me a lot,” she laughed with a light blush on her cheeks.
“He what?!” another voice yelled in shock, sounding far away.
“Oh em gee, girl, give us the deets!” Ashido cried with laughter, “and cat pictures!” Izuku’s smile widened.
“He said I was pretty, and that I was like a cute piece of broccoli,” she said, ignoring their shocked noises. “He then asked me if I had a boyfriend, and then a girlfriend, and then when I said no to both, he asked me out.” She heard cries of laughter on the other side.
“Oh my God! That’s fucking priceless!” one of the unidentified voices let out peels of laughter.
“He called me manly when I pulled him off the floor and helped him to the couch too, it was weird, but nice,” she admitted shyly.
“That’s awesome,” Kirishima said between barks of laughter. “Oh, you sound amazing. So cool,” he praised, causing her face to turn pink.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” she tried to brush off. “I mean, it wouldn’t be right to let him off on his own, and he wasn’t really doing anything anyways, so, yeah.”
“Oi, Deku, this shirt is too fucking small,” Kacchan announced loudly as he walked into the room, towel draped on his head, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and shirt in hand.
“Oh! I’m sorry Kacchan! I’ll try to find another one that fits,” she apologized before speaking one last time into the phone. “It was nice talking to you guys, bye now. I’ll send you pictures of Hero and my address in a bit.”
“Did she just call him Kacchan?! Oh my God, I fucking love her!” a voice cried out before she hung up, quickly shooting out her address and looking back at the blond. A look of dread had appeared on his face before it was replaced with anger.
“You called them?” he spat angrily, cheeks turning pink.
“Eh, yeah, I’m sorry,” she apologized as she set down the phone. “I saw a message and couldn’t help myself. Plus, I wanted to let them know you were okay.” She paused. “Thank you for calling me cute,” she added shyly, causing his face to redden.
“Th-that’s, eh, oh fuck you shitty Deku and find me a fucking shirt!” he barked out angrily.
“Oh! Right!” she squeaked, turning around and ducking into her bedroom, looking for the largest shirt she had. She could’ve sworn she had one of Todoroki’s or Iida’s shirts around here somewhere, where was it? “Ahah!” she declared triumphantly, pulling out one of Todoroki’s shirts out and rushing back into the living area. “Kacchan! I found, uh,” she tapered off at the sight in her kitchen.
“Eh? What do you want, Deku?” he groused out, looking at her with narrowed red eyes. He was standing at her kitchen counter and petting Hero, towel still on his head, her phone in hand and his sweatpants still hanging low. “Oi, Deku!”
“Ah! Yes?!” she ‘eep’ed, freckled face turning bright pink. “Oh, right, I found a shirt that should fit,” she said, handing him the shirt gingerly. He looked down at the shirt that was now in his hands before looking up at her with his narrowed eyes. “Eh, i-is something wrong, Kacchan?” she asked nervously. His eyes roved over her body, taking in every detail and leaving her feeling naked before him, despite the fact that she was still very much clothed. He looked her in the eyes, red eyes ensnaring her, before a predatory smirk appeared upon his handsome face.
“No,” he groused out, smirk never leaving his face, “nothing is wrong.” He looked at the shirt in his hand, contemplating it momentarily before he smirked again. “I think I’ll forgo the shirt.”
“O-okay!” she squeaked, face bright red. “Uh-uh I-I’m gonna go brush my hair. Feel free to help yourself to my food, I-I’ll be right back,” she said quickly before fleeing to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Oh shoot, she was losing her mind. She wasn’t even slightly affected by him last night, but now? Now that he was sober and coherent? She felt as if she was on fire. She slapped her face with her hands and let out a muffled scream before dragging her hands down her face and taking off her towel. She began to brush out her long green locks, detangling it and began to blow dry it, hoping the actions would distract her and calm her down. Once her hair was dry to her satisfaction, she took a deep breath and went back out into the living area. She saw Kacchan lounging on her couch, towel discarded, still on her phone and Hero in his lap. He kept moving the phone as if taking a picture and then typing something out.
“I’m back,” she smiled, startling Kacchan and Hero. “Were you sending pictures of Hero to your friends?”
“Yeah,” he said unabashedly. “You got a cute ass cat,” he said before leveling her with another predatory grin. “I mean, you’re cuter,” he said with a wink. Her face erupted with a blush again.
“Y-Y’know wh-when you told me you th-thought I was cute l-last night, I d-din’t think y-you’d actually m-mean it,” she stuttered out, an awkward smile appearing on her face.
“I’m a pretty honest guy, sober or not,” he told her, snapping another picture of her cat. “And you think I’m attractive too, so what’s the problem?” She could feel steam coming off of her face at his words and her eyes widened.
“N-no! Th-th-that’s not it, I swear!” she cried out, hiding her face in her hands and shaking her head back and forth.
“So you don’t think I’m attractive?” he asked, voice teasing. She gasped, eyes widened between her fingers.
“N-no! Y-you are b-but. Oh, darn it, Kacchan!” she squealed, hiding her face in her hands again as he let out a deep laugh.
“You’re too fucking cute,” he cooed. “Oi, look at me, Deku,” he rumbled and, against her better judgement, she looked up at him, giving him the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of her red face and sending it to his friends. “There, that should get them to shut the fuck up. Been pestering me the entire fucking time to send a picture of you, and you look cute when you blush,” he finished with a wink.
“Kacchan is so mean!” she cried out, pulling her shirt up over her face. “Just kill me know,” she groaned. He laughed again.
“My friends are coming to pick me up,” he informed her. “They should be here soon to take me home, then I’ll be out of your hair,” he said, voice even.
“Oh, uh, that’s good then,” she said as she pulled down her shirt back to normal, and he nodded. “Do, uh, do you want that shirt back?” she asked shyly, earning her a confused look. “It’s just, I figured you wouldn’t want to just walk out shirtless, and I’m sure Todoroki wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it, so, yeah,” she trailed off.
“Fine, whatever,” he said with a shrug. She nodded and grabbed the shirt off of the counter and handed it to him. He set her phone down and pulled the shirt over his head, giving her a great display of his chest and arms. He finished pulling it down, the shirt still a little tight on him, and nodded. “Hey, uh,” he began before awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, “thanks, for everything. I know I can be an ass, but thanks for putting up with me.” Izuku stared at him with a confused face before she smiled prettily at him.
“It was my pleasure, Kacchan,” she said, missing the blush that appeared on his cheeks. A knock came at the door, startling her a bit. “Oh! Those must be your friends!” she announced before scooting over to the door and opening it up.
“Hi!” a red haired man greeted, sharp teeth on display with his wide smile. “You must be Deku.”
“My name is actually Izuku, but yes,” she laughed. “And you must be Kirishima?” The man nodded as a pink haired girl appeared beside him, accompanied by a man with black hair and one with blond hair. “Oh, hi.”
“Awe! You’re so cute in person!” the woman, Ashido, she recalled, cried as she enveloped her in a hug. “Bakugou’s pictures really didn’t do you any justice, although you really do look like a cute piece of broccoli.” Izuku felt her face heat up again as the others laughed.
“Oi! Raccoon eyes! Let’er go before you strangle her!” Kacchan barked, separating the two women, causing Ashido to whine indignantly.
“But she’s so cute!” she said. “Plus, you’re bi, right Deku?” she asked, causing Izuku’s face to turn pinker.
“Well, yes, but, um,”
“Babe, I’m right here,” Kirishima whined with a pout. “Plus, Bakubro already called dibs,” he added.
“Shut your fucking mouth, shitty hair!” Kacchan barked, face angry as he stormed out of the apartment. “Now let’s fucking go already,” he grumbled, stomping out of the apartment.
“Here’s your phone and keys, by the way,” the blond man said, handing Kacchan a black phone with an orange cross on the case and a set of apartment keys.
“Thanks again, Deku!” Ashido cooed, pecking her cheek before ducking out of the room. “We’ll keep in touch, ‘k? Remember to send us more pictures of Hero! Bye!”
“Bye,” Izuku waved quietly, dumbfounded by what just happened. She stepped back inside and closed the door behind her. Hero came trotting out, demanding her attention, and she scooped him up in her arms. “This was a weird day, Hero,” she mused. “I wonder if he’ll call me.”