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Deku was flung into a storefront, ping-ponging off of a support pillar before landing back onto the concrete with a thud.
God damn that hurt; he chastised himself for being so sloppy, any slower and he’d have taken the full brunt of that attack, looking up at the skyline above. In one of the buildings was a large chunk missing, massive chunks of glass still raining down to the street.
“Yeah...definitely would’ve been bad.” Deku quickly scrambled to his feet, powering up Full Cowling once more; he wasn't getting done in now, not this close to graduating. 75% power now, come on, come on. Don’t let that egg burst, control that temperature, take it out before the microwave beeps. With a deep breath, the energy built up in his legs, before he pushed off. His surroundings whooshed by in a blur, the wind assaulting his face as he rocketed down the street as if he were trying to escape orbit.
Oh. Oh this was a step up from 45%, holy crap.
He quickly closed in on his target, the villain standing before him, entirely out of breath.
“Jesus, kid, don’t you ever give up?! ” they whined, powering up another funnel of air. His arm shot forth, blasting the massive gust of air at Deku, but it doesn’t connect, not this time. Deku rolls out of the way, before darting forth and connecting an earth shattering spinning roundhouse kick to the villain’s temple, sending the criminal flying. Deku’s eyes went wide in panic.
Shit. That was way, WAY too hard.
Reacting quickly, Deku darts after the ragdolling villain, jumping in front and catching the full weight of the limp noodle of a man as best he could, the both of them violently slamming into a car, sending it keeling over. Deku shakes it off, pushing the lifeless villain off of him and dusting himself- Wait. Lifeless?
“Oh god, HEY!!” Deku lays the villain down onto the ground, his fear confirmed.
They’re not breathing.
Stammering, Deku gets onto his knees, doing his best to remember his CPR training.
“25 compressions at 120, no, it was 30 at 140, no, that’s not right either, oh GOD what have I done?!”
“Deku!” Eraserhead and Shouto come flying around the corner, quickly hopping off of Shouto’s ice bridge as Eraserhead sprints to the two on the ground. “God damn- MOVE it!!” Deku’s homeroom teacher shoves the panicked mess of a hero out of the way, quickly going to work compressing the villain’s chest over and over, Deku watching on helplessly.
“You okay?” Deku doesn’t respond, his eyes catatonic. Shouto kneels at Deku’s side, throwing an arm over his shoulder, as they both watch their homeroom teacher try and resuscitate the villain before them, sirens closing in on them in the distance.
“You got lucky, damned kid.” Aizawa seethes, slapping papers down in front of Deku, “If I got there any later, you’d be on TRIAL right now.”
“I...” Deku fumbles for his words, before bowing so deeply his head almost hits the desk. “I’m sorry...” he squeaks out, “I just...I tried to use 75% and it didn’t really-”
“What you tried almost killed a man. Why?” Deku doesn’t move, the gears in his head turning as he stares towards the floor, not daring to lift his head.
“Quirk: Gust, he could manipulate the air and use it as a weapon. It...took some time to really charge up, though...”
“Indeed. So you thought speed would counter it? Get in his face and strike before he has a chance to react?” Deku nods. Aizawa leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Solid plan. Straight-forward, but solid, given our intel. But the fact remains, you didn’t think far enough ahead.” Aizawa gets up, walking over to Deku, making him shake in his boots. Aizawa grabs Deku by the back of his collar, standing him up tall and looking him dead in the eye. “You still almost killed him.” Deku nods, tears forming in his eyes, the student trying his best not to break down.
“I-”
“Save it. They’ve already suspended your hero license until they’ve finished their investigation, so for now?” Aizawa pats Deku’s back, gripping his shoulder tight, handing Deku a piece of paper with his other hand, “I’ve signed you up for the judo club.” Deku’s heart skipped a beat.
Her turf.
“It’s the best I could do on such short notice, but until I find an available trainer in martial arts, that’ll do. It’s clear to me you need more intensive non-quirk combat training.” Deku nods meekly, Aizawa unclamping his shoulder and taking his seat. “That’ll be all. Go on. And stay out of trouble until graduation, I had to pull a lot of favors.”
The sun begins to set as Deku trudges up to the building, taking one more look at the school map Aizawa handed to him. This was the place, he thought, slowly walking up to the double doors. He paused before them, his heart beating so far out of his chest that it threatened to knock on the doors for him. Of all the people Aizawa could’ve sent him off to, for all the things, did it REALLY have to be this? He shook his head, clutching at one of the doors.
“No. It’s fine. She’s your girl. And it’s just training. That’s all. There’s no reason to think of all that contact as anything more insidious, right? And judo is a national sport, and we’re both always really bogged down with our own things and this could be a viable way to spend more time together and it’d be really-”
"HEY!!! ” If Deku weren’t consciously suppressing One For All, he would’ve shot to the moon, his face flushing red instantly as he saw the person to snap him back into reality standing before him, judogi and all.
“U-Uraraka!!!” Deku stuttered, dusting himself off and fixing his hair as best he could before Ochako leaned in and pecked his cheek deviously, doing her best not to snicker at him.
“How long were you gonna go on muttering to yourself if I didn’t let you in, dummy?” she teased, smiling brightly at him.
“I...uh...hi. I mean, no, I wouldn’t have-” Ochako shakes her head, stepping aside, ushering him in.
“Come on! I promised Aizawa I’d handle you until Gunhead wasn’t busy anymore, even sent the guys home early.” Deku blinks a few times before nodding furiously, skittering past Ochako without another word, the brunette shaking her head at him and clicking the door shut behind her. “It’s been a couple months, Deku.” she chastises, catching up to him, “And you’ve known me since freshman year, and you’re still gonna call me ‘Uraraka’?” Deku peeps in distress, whipping around and bowing quickly.
“Urara- I-I mean, O-O-Och-” Uraraka giggles, wrapping her hand around his chin gently, guiding him back up to her level.
“Hey. It’s okay.” Deku’s frozen. Her eyes are so gentle, so genuine. He probably looks like a mess. He’s lame, and shy, and not even that good looking. He’s terrible with girls. Hell, until recently, he didn’t even think that girls were an option, let alone her. All he did was gush about heroes and All Might and battle tactics, and he wasn’t even nearly as cool as All Might, nor did he ever think he could live up to such a standard.
And yet?
Here she was. Looking at him like he was the world. Her world.
“Now come on, nerd.” She said with a gleam in her eye, tugging at Deku’s hand, ushering him towards the mat. “We don’t have any extra uniforms, so-”
“I asked Yaoyorozu-san to make me one!” Deku blurted out, making Ochako sputter at the outburst.
“Pfffft...well alright then!” Go get dressed, just don’t keep me waiting, ‘kay? Locker room is the last door at the end of that hallway.” Ochako points out the hallway and Deku quickly bows and scurries off, slamming the door shut behind him. Ochako sits down for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before her face starts flushing, a shaky smile curling to her lips; the girl slaps her cheeks and making herself float, writhing around in the air gleefully. It wasn’t fair.
Why was he so CUTE ?
In the locker room, Deku fumbled out of his uniform in a hurry, quickly stuffing it in his backpack before staring himself down in the mirror, wincing at the gap in his judogi exposing his collarbone. Jeez. He was pasty. Not that he could help it, he was much too busy to go to the beach or anything like that. But she wouldn’t mind, her of all people. Right?
...Right?
He shook his head, slapping his cheeks, the noise reverberating throughout the walls of the locker room. No time for that. Aizawa gave him an assignment, and he had to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself. It’s JUST training. Puffing his chest out, he swung the door open, hearing something thud down onto the mat from the hallway.
“Uraraka?” She was sprawled out on the floor, but quickly scrambled to her feet before he could voice any further concern.
“‘Ochako’, dang it!!” she spat back, quickly getting up and dusting herself off, refusing to look at him, fixing her eyes on the floor, “One of the mats slipped, and-”
“Oh no!” He sprung into action, getting onto his knees and inspecting every single crease in the floor carefully, “This school always did place a higher priority on its hero program, but you could’ve been seriously hurt, I mean, unbelievable, this is the top school in the country for heroes and for the buildings to be this badly maintained, even if it’s a club building? I mean, not that this place isn’t awesome, I’m sure you’ve taken good care of it as captain and-”
“Midoriya.” Deku’s head sprang up, staring at the judo captain like a deer in headlights, “I’m fine , now c’mon. Come at me however you want.” She shuffles her hand around in her pockets, putting black caps on her fingerpads, before she put her hands to her thighs, towering over him.
“Oh...right.” He slowly got up and mirrored her, the both of them bowing. Deku fidgeted, waiting for Ochako’s instruction, making the brunette smirk, eyeing him up and down.
“Huh. You really did get taller.” Deku cocked his head, thinking on it.
“Wha? I mean I guess but I didn’t really-” Without warning, she was like a brown and white blur, the captain closing in on him with the agility of a spider before he could even react, her arms yanking him close to her before he found himself looking at the floor, then the ceiling, then unceremoniously thudding against the mat with his arm pulled taut as she towered back over him again. “Owow ow -!!!”
“That was a hip throw, Deku-kun.” she chimed, releasing his arm, Deku letting it fall limply to the mat as he clutched his shoulder, rotating it a couple times to shrug the pain off. “You got distracted.”
“I...right, sorry!” He sprang to his feet, bouncing up and down as he shook it off further, getting into a proper fighting stance now. He was ready for her this time. The two stared each other down, the sun setting on the training room floor; it was Deku who made the first move this time, pivoting on his feet and sending a kick directly towards her torso, only to have her parry with her forearm and yank his leg to her.
“You’re telegraphing!!!" she roars, stepping in towards him again and sweeping his leg, making him crumple onto back onto the mat once more with a pained grunt. Ochako lets go of his arm, beaming.
“Judo’s all about defense and using your opponent’s strength against them.” She offers a hand, helping Deku up. “It’s no good if you’re coming at me head-on.”
“Gunhead would be proud of you, jeez.” Deku rubs his shoulder, rotating it around gingerly, Ochako laughing at the notion.
“Oh please, I have waaaay more to go before I’m at his level.” She gets back into her stance, cocking her head at him, “Give your way a try, one more time. Then I’ll show you how I do things here.” She gave him a smug grin, motioning him over with a curl of her finger, lighting a fire in Deku’s heart.
Oh. It’s on.
Once more he made the first move, moving in to strike at her with his fists, Ochako deftly parrying the first punch, Deku’s eyes widening. The grab, here it comes. He feints the second, darting backwards as Ochako grabs nothing but air. He capitalizes on this chance, pivoting on the ball of his foot again, sending forth a swift roundhouse kick, but Ochako herself dashes back before it connects, staring Deku down as she circles him, Ochako giving him an impressed whistle.
“Fair. But let’s see if you learned anything.” She dashes in with that same speed from earlier, her movements like a whitewater rapid, powerful and inevitable, but serene and fluid, and within milliseconds, she’s upon him. She makes a grab attempt for his shoulder, but he brings his leg up to keep her away, when he realizes his mistake, her leering, knowing grin piercing his psyche. She grabs it. And history repeats. He’s face-up on the floor, gawking in awe at her as she keeps his arm held as if it were in a vise.
“You rely on your legs a bunch, Deku-kun.” She helps him up once again, dusting him off.
“I know, it’s because I’ve been using Shoot Style a lot…” He looks at his scarred right hand, clenching it tight. Ochako clutches it with her own hands, shielding it from his forlorn scowl.
“And that’s okay!” She looks up at him, beaming. “That’s why we’re gonna help you supplement it. Pay attention.” She steps towards him, grasping his collar.
“You got it, captain!” he chimes, his eyes alight with determination. She can’t help but smile with glee at that puppy-eyed face, but she retains her composure this time around. It was time to be professional.
“In close quarters, it’s all about leverage. Especially with judo, it’s about maximizing the impact, with as little work as possible.” Deku nods furiously, soaking up her words like a sponge, “Arms out like you’re trying to grab me by my collar. We’re gonna practice the forward body drop.”
“You got it.” Deku reaches his arms out and places them on her collar, awaiting her next set of instructions eagerly.
“Now, relax. Don’t fight it, just watch.” She steps her foot out, grasping him by his shoulder and holding his arm tight, pulling him close to her before she pivots, putting her back flush to his chest. “Now, you step your dominant leg out, keep a firm grip on the arms and shoulder…”
She steps her leg out, planting it firmly on the ground, and slowly starts to lift him up.
“And pull down to your left.” He leaves the ground, his legs getting caught her on her leg as he falls to the mat with a soft thud, his arm still firmly wrapped up in hers. She lets go, leaning down and pulling him up. “Make sure your feet are planted too, you want to control the situation, not go down with them.” Deku rubs his chin thoughtfully, fixating on the floor.
“I see...and if I were actually grabbing for you or running at you, you’d further use that momentum and the move would be even more effective...you wouldn’t even need to be that strong to take out someone out of your weight class if they were caught unaware, it’s gravity and physics at work!! It makes so much sense .” Ochako nods like a proud parent, arms folded across her chest.
“Exactly! It’s still about speed and precision, of course. But if you need to drop someone quickly and they’re tougher than you up close, those sorta takedowns are the way to go.”
“Ah man...I’ve been missing out.”
“I toooold you you should stop by sometime!!” she teases, “Everyone’s always asking me to take you on, eager to see their captain taking down one of the top heroes in the school.” She shakes her head, laughing, “We’ll work on joint locks later, but for now, try that takedown on me.” Deku nods enthusiastically, visibly vibrating with child-like excitement.
“Got it!” He steps towards her, and she places her arm on his collar, gripping it tightly.
“Now, dominant foot forward.”
“Yup.” Come to think of it, save for hugging and the occasional kiss or two, they were never, ever this close for this long.
“Grip my shoulder tight, and pivot, bringing my arm across your body. Keep it tight, Midoriya-kun.”
“Okay...got it.” Her chest was flush to his back now, and as much as he tried to focus it out, he couldn’t help but feel-
“Feet planted, Midoriya-kun. Next part’s real important.” He snapped back to reality, planting his foot back down. Stop it, be professional. There’s no time for that kind of thing, plus, who are you to inject that into something like this? Calm down. This is normal.
“Y-yeah, got it!” I mean, what’s a “normal” relationship anyway? TV and dramas couldn’t be right, anime was certainly not a proper measuring stick. They were just both busy. And he’d feel awful for imposing himself on her. She deserved better. She had her own goals too, and he wanted to support them as best he could, support her as best he could. And if that meant him keeping his distance and waiting for her to come to him, so be it...right? He could accept that. He was fine with that. Right?
“Now, step out, feet planted, and pull down to your left, gripping my arm and my shoulder. Nice and easy, okay?”
Deku nods, starting to lift her up slowly, and then? His gears started turning for real. Come to think of it, they’d never been this intimate before. But this wasn’t intimate, right? It’s just training. Official combat training. He shouldn’t be bothered. He wasn’t bothered, honest. But him and her, alone, after all this time, when they were always both doing their own thing and he had so much he wanted to talk to her about and sure they’d confessed to one another but that rushjob could hardly count he had so much more to say and come to think of it there was only that one date, another would be nice-
“Midoriya, PLANT YOUR FOOT-!” she hollered at him too late, as her legs went into his bent, unstable leg.
“Ah-” Deku tried to correct it, but it was too late. He fell down with her, landing on top of the brunette, holding her shoulder in a death grip, their faces only millimeters apart, before Ochako winces.
“Ow…” Deku recoils his hand back, shooting upright, his face immediately blushing.
“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry, you kept reminding me about my stance but I just got distracted, not that it’s an excuse but-”
“...Come back.” Deku freezes. Her face is flushed to match, her hair splayed out on the floor in stringy mess, glimmering like strands of pure gold from the final rays of the sunset outside. She eyes the wall obdurately, but he can’t help but notice her glances back to him.
“I-um...I’m sor-” She turns her head to look at him now, her expression absolutely livid.
“I said COME BACK! ” she says in a shrill voice, tears forming in her eyes. Oh. Oh no. Nononononono.
“I- Oh no. Oh my goodness, oh no...I-I’m sorry, I’ll try it again, I’ll get it perfect this time, Ura-”
“‘OCHAKO’!!!” she screams, making him jump, “That’s another thing!! Why can’t you just call me ‘Ochako’...?” she brings her hands to her eyes, wiping her tears away as she begins to cry, her chest heaving up and down; Deku flounders, absolutely devastated. “It’s...it’s not that I don't mind just ‘Uraraka’, I really don’t! And you...you dropped the formalities, finally, but I just-” Deku’s hand shakily makes its way to her face, and she grasps it tight, staring him down, eyes bloodshot, a meek smile on her face. “Is it...because I always call you Deku…?” He flinches, leaning in closer to her.
“Oh, oh my goodness, no, no .” his gaze flounders about, his thumb stroking her cheek aimlessly, “You...that name was always negative for me, and for you to turn around and say it so earnestly, so...cheerfully. Egging me on, telling me to do better, you calling me that name...it means the world to me. The connotation’s entirely flipped for me now!!”
“Then why?” she presses, “Why won’t you-”
“I don’t-” Deku falters again, his hand digging into the mat, “I...you’re...I mean…”
God.
Look at you, keeping her waiting.
Think.
Find the words. Focus.
Your girl is crying underneath you, you don’t have the luxury to dawdle right now.
He breathes in deep and exhales, taming the jumbled mess that is his runaway mind as best he can, Ochako looking up at him intently, waiting on bated breath.
“You’re...special to me…” he starts, his eyes glued to the floor, “My first day here, years ago, you saved me. I was just some guy who tripped and fell. But you…” He slots his eyes into those glittering, golden brown orbs of hers, making sure she understands, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “You went out of your way to try and get me into U.A. You didn’t have t-”
“You didn’t have to save me either.” she interrupts, her eyes boring right into those pure, brilliant, viridescent marbles of his, her hand moving up to his cheek, making him flinch, “You don’t even realize what you did, do you?” Deku looks puzzled, and she can’t help but smile. “That’s it. That’s exactly why. It’s a no-brainer to you. You don’t even think twice, like breathing, like eating. It was just part of your nature. To help.” She sighs, looking longingly into his face, his very soul, “And with how hard you work...and how you never give up, no matter how dangerous it is...how you never back down when you know darn well it’s smarter to...it’s...it’s breathtaking.”
“Well...yeah, that’s…I um... oh. ” he fumbles for his words again, making her rub his cheek. Out of nothing but instinct, he leans into it, closing his eyes.
“Deku...I’m sorry, go on. It’s okay.” They slowly flit back open, as his mind clears.
“Without you...I wouldn’t be as far along as I am right now. I couldn’t possibly be. Without you, I couldn’t possibly be in this position. Right here. Right now. It…” his breath hitches. So soft. Her hands were so, so soft. But he had to finish.
Focus.
“And it wasn't just the entrance exam. Everyday after that, you showed me that it was okay to let my guard down. That it was okay to take charge of something negative and awful and turn it around for the better, that I HAD to. I envied your strength, your positivity. And I still do. I...I couldn't hope to be as amazing as you.” He wants to look away. He wants to run. He wants to try this again, and do it right for her without all this hopeless stuttering. But he’s through running. “T-That’s why...that’s why I can’t just throw your name out there all willy-nilly. You deserve better than that. You deserve so, SO much better than that, and I just-” Ochako smiles again, that same earnest, glowing smile, and what’s left of his heart melts. He can’t take much more. He won’t.
“You’re...almost there, I think.” she grins, giving him a small laugh.
“O…Ocha- It’s...No, that’s wrong, I-” his words catch in his throat like someone put a stopper in his esophagus, but no. No more.
She deserves better. So he'll BE better.
“O...chako, I love...you.” he stammers out, his voice barely above a whisper, Ochako’s eyes radiant now, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
“One more time…” she whispers, propping herself up with an arm, slowly moving her head to his and pressing their foreheads together, “Please...one more time.” Her gaze doesn’t shift by even a nanometer. She’s locked in. Deku’s chest expands, not on account of his heart pounding out of it, and he finally breathes back in, returning her gaze.
“Ochako...I love you.” he says with a shaky breath, but loud and clear this time. The light in her eyes is blinding now, and there was no helping what came next.
“I love you too...Izuku.” His name from her mouth sets his mind ablaze, as she closes the distance before he can even process her words, pulling herself into him without any hesitation. This was different than any other time they’d kissed. It was like a fireworks barge sending everything off at once, without rhyme or reason, the colors exploding forth and blending into a vivid, iridescent mush in the night sky. Like electricity, piercing his entire being, turning his entire body into a circuit board running at much too high of an amperage, the voltage current excessive, overloading his wiring and threatening to undo him entirely. But damn that. She was all that mattered. And he’d endure. He’d be glad to.
Slowly, she let herself down, her arm snaking behind the back of his head and locking him down to the floor with her, his own hand instinctively running to the back of her neck, his fingers gently running through her hair, damp with sweat from their practice. But he didn’t care. He didn’t think he could ever. She was perfect. This, was perfect.
“Izuku…” she whines, nipping his bottom lip gently before pulling away, gasping softly for air, “...Here, too.” she leans her head to the side slowly, exposing her neck for him.
“Your neck...?” Izuku wonders aloud, just barely catching his own breath; Ochako nods, her fingers meandering about in his wild locks nervously. “I mean...I guess. Here goes.” Slowly he leans in, starting right at her jaw, and at a snail’s pace, cautiously works his way down, only to freeze at Ochako’s whimpering. His head perks up instantly, looking back up at Ochako. “You okay?” She doesn’t look at him, only nodding wordlessly, feverishly, her hand to her mouth. “...You sure?” She whips her head around to glare at him, before squinting with realization.
“Jeez, you really are clueless about this sort of stuff, aren’tcha?” Deku says nothing, his eyes bouncing about the room, looking for anything else to focus on.
“I...no...I mean...yes..” She snickers, reeling herself back in and kissing his nose.
“Then just watch and learn, nerd.” Without warning, her arms shoot up to his shoulders and drag them downwards, bringing Midoriya crashing to the mat once more, quickly straddling him with cat-like agility. He’s absolutely gobsmacked, she was right on top of him.
Oh boy.
“Pay attention.” she whispers coyly, her blushing visage belying her devilish grin, leaning in to his neck just as he did with hers before. He could feel her gentle breaths wafting against his skin, singeing him in its wake, before her lips impact it themselves.
It starts with a nip of her teeth, making his breath hitch, as her originally soft kisses grew more and more intent on unraveling him, his strangled gasps and sighs doing no more than goading her onward. Oh.
Oh boy...
“O...Ochako-” he whimpers, his hands wrapping around her back tightly, Ochako responding in kind by further pressing her body against him, pinning him to the floor. He was well and truly trapped. But, that was the last thing he was worried about. ”Please…” Only one thing ran through his head now:
Please don’t ever stop.
It was only then did they hear the sound of the club’s doors energetically sliding open, as heavy footsteps trounced up behind them. Both of their souls left their bodies at that moment.
“I AM HERE!!” bellowed an all-too-familiar voice, followed by the telltale sound of heavy hacking and coughing. Ochako scrambles off of Deku in a panic, her face beet red, every single trace of her bravado gone, Deku laying on the floor deathly still, quivering like a leaf. There before them stood All Might in his true, frail form, wearing an oversized judogi and an All Might headband.
“A-All Might-sensei h-hi!!” she squeaks, her legs jittering pathetically.
“I had heard from Aizawa-sensei that you were training young Midoriya in close quarters combat takedowns, so I HAD to assist.” He looks over Ochako’s shoulder, smiling, “I see you’ve already been running him ragged!!” Letting out a hearty laugh, he strides towards Midoriya, holding a hand out to him. “You’ll do better next time, Midoriya, my boy.” Midoriya nervously laughs, taking his hand and pulling himself up with it, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
“S-She’s judo captain for a reason, sensei.” All Might nods sympathetically.
“But you’re willing to learn, as always. That’s what’s most important! Now, where’s your locker room?” He glances at his outfit, shaking his head, “I’ll need to make some adjustments.”
“Locker room’s that way, last door in the hall.” Ochako points, and All Might’s head swivels back towards the doorday, before looking at the both of them and giving them a thumbs up.
“Okay! I’ll be right back, let’s see if our judo club’s captain is worth her salt.” With a nod, he walks toward the locker room door, bulking up into his muscle form and closing the door behind him. There’s a pause, before a puff of steam comes out from under the doorframe, followed by more loud coughing.
“Well, that was...enlightening.” Deku sighs, turning back to Ochako, before being taken aback. She’s pouting like it’s going out of style, shaking in frustration. Deku’s face softens, and he leans over, kissing the top of her head. Her shaking stops, but her fists remain clenched. "But um…” he fiddles around her hair as he rests his chin on top of her, exhaling hard through his nose, “If you’re not busy this weekend, umm...my mom’s out of town, maybe we could- Well n-no oh my gosh not like that I just had a couple of video games I wanted to show you and it’s not that it wasn’t really, really good, I ju-” Ochako holds out her hand to his face, making him peep.
“Yes.” Deku blinks, Ochako’s deadpan stare unnerving him.
“So you’re-”
“Yes. It’s a date, Izuku. It’s okay to ask me for that kind of thing, y’know.” He steps away flailing his arms about, his face bright red for what seemed to be the billionth time today.
“I know!! I just- We’re both always so busy and I didn’t want to be in conflict with any plans you might’ve had, and with all the studying and hero work and the final exams it was just, I didn’t know when was the right ti-” He’s halted by her lips against his once more, making him freeze in place. Ochako gets off her tiptoes after awhile, planting her feet back onto the mat, her face softening now.
“So that’s what it was...just text me when and where, dork.” Deku nods absentmindedly, before coming back to his senses, matching her gaze. “I promise I’ll be there.”
“...Then it’s a date, Ochako.” he beams, tears in his eyes, stepping into her and throwing his arms around her, and she responds in kind, nuzzling her head into his chest.
“My my...perhaps I should go?” All Might stands in the doorway, scratching his head uncomfortably.
Jirou lays on her bed eating some potato chips, piercing her ear jacks into the wall one after the other to train their durability, before wincing, quickly ejecting them.
“What the...sort of animal on campus?”