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Ochako tossed and turned in her bed, wrapped up in the warmth her green comforter provided her.
She yawns, eyes peering open and staring up at her astronomy poster with an out of focus gaze.
She groggily reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around to grasp at her phone in the dark.
She felt something that matched its shape and took it from it's place.
Ochako flips it open, immediately regretting it as the light from her flip phone blinded her. She groans lightly, squinting at the phone to gain any sort of clarity.
"2:37AM"
As she grimaced at the early time, she felt her stomach grumble. She moved a hand over her stomach to silence it's complaints, flipping her phone closed and placing it back on the nightstand.
But her stomach wasn't having any of it.
She was so nice and cozy and warm. Why of all times did her body decide that now was the time she needed sustenance?
"But I don't wanna get upppp.." she mumbled to herself. Almost as if on queue, her stomach voiced another growl. Much louder than the previous times.
"Ugh, fine." She grumbled out, throwing her covers off of herself, planting her feet on the cold floor and standing up. Feeling her head dizzy at the quick action and attempting to stabilize herself.
Trudging over to the other side of her room, she flipped the light switch on. She opened her closet door, eyes scanning over the dry goods she kept to herself.
"Ramen sounds good, I guess." She said, grabbing one of the instant ramen bowls she'd bought at the convenience store a few days ago. She was accustomed to eating them often. They were tasty, quick and easy to make and most importantly, cheap.
She slipped on her house slippers and gently opened her door, careful not to wake any of her classmates. Normally, Aizawa would scold them for being out this early.
However, it was the weekend. They still needed to train and do their best, even on their days off. But Aizawa was more lax when classes weren't going to be held the next day.
She'd been caught more than a few times sneaking into the kitchen late at night. Aizawa was quite strict with curfew rules, so the few times he'd catch her sneaking in he would scold her for being up so late. The most he would let anyone do is grab something to drink and tell them to hurry back to bed.
But he definitely wouldn't mind if she got up to fix herself something to eat, right?
At least, that's what she hoped.
Ochako rounded the corner of the dorm hallway, peering left and right to make sure no one was in sight. She gently walked over to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button. Gently tapping her slippered foot as she awaited its arrival.
"I wonder if anyone else is up right now.." She pondered to herself. Surely, there had to be a few. If she had to make a guess, Tokoyami was definitely one of them. Possibly Jirou, maybe Shouji.
As gentle ding snapped her out of her thoughts, seeing that her metal carriage had arrived.
She walked forward, gently pressing the 'down' button. She leans back against the wall of the elevator, taking in the sounds of pulleys moving her toward her destination.
The door opens, and she peers out, searching for any sight of their teacher. Not seeing anyone, she tiptoes her way into the kitchen.
She flicks the lights on, a buzz resounding in the room. She walks toward the sink and tears the lid off her soon-to-be meal, filling it with water and throwing it into the microwave for three minutes.
She absentmindedly stares at her bowl, spinning around as more thoughts fill her mind. Feeling a little more awake now that she walked down here.
She closes her eyes, enjoying the silence in the dorm. She could swear she could make out the light sounds of a guitar strumming. Maybe Jirou was up, after all. "Maybe I'll pay her a visit if I can't get back to sleep tonight.." She says, to no one in particular.
Ochako stares up at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Her mind recalls the previous week and all the work they've done. They were practicing their basic forms as well as improving their quirks. Everyone was told to try to find a fighting style they felt worked well with their quirk. Some of the less combat-oriented students were a bit lost on what to do about their forms. She looked into other moves she could use to improve her technique, though she found the martial arts Gunhead taught her to be a good match for her.
Looking around the kitchen and making sure no one was around, she decided to practice her moves while waiting on her food.
She pivots her foot behind her, balling her fists together and gives the air a punch. The air whistling past her fist.
She punches the air once more, quickly holding her forearms together afterward to block.
Her mind quickly imagines up a pretend opponent, and she puts up a pretty good fight against them.
After about 20 seconds, she realizes how silly she must look. Practicing her form in the kitchen, in fuzzy pink pajama's close to 3 am. She giggles to herself, and gives the air another punch but in a much more comical manner.
She shuffles her feet around in a goofy manner, pretending to practice kung fu. She kicks high up into the air, mumbling a "wa-tah!"
Soon she's chopping the air in random places, mumbling a high-pitched "hi-ya!" each time she does so.
She continues to shuffle around, side chopping the air. Her movements completely devoid of any skill. She makes more little silly noises, completely lost in her own goofiness.
"Yeah, that's right. You better run away." She whispers out in a silly tone.
She pivots on one foot and turns around to chop another opponent.
She freezes, her eyes meeting a pair of emerald green ones a few feet in front of her.
Deku is standing a few feet away, hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
She's frozen in her goofy position, an awkward smile still plastered on her face. The microwave goes off with a resounding 'beep'.
Her face goes beet red, "H-how much did you see..?" She manages to squeak out.
He wheezes and bends over in laughter, unable to stifle it. She throws her hands up to her face, feeling the heat radiating off of it.
And also felt herself float up to the ceiling, wishing it didn't exist so she could float off into the stratosphere.
"Sorry, I came downstairs to grab a bottle of water, and happened to see you practicing your form." He says as he catches his breath. He couldn't help but watch his friend. She looked so determined and poised. Like she was ready to take on anyone. But then she started being silly, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. She was being a goober in the kitchen at 3 am, how was he supposed to not laugh?
That, and...he couldn't help but admire how cute she looked.
Ignoring the heat flooding into his cheeks, he approaches her, reaching for her arm to pull her down from the ceiling.
"But I guess you're a kung-fu master now, huh?" He says, laughing heartily.
Ochako peers through her fingers to send him a glare, but is completely unable to in that moment.
He's looking up at her, laughing and smiling up at her. Giving her the purest, brightest smile she had ever seen.
She can't but love the sound of his laugh. Had she ever heard him laugh before..? She didn't think so.
Ochako feels him pulling her down, and she floats down awkwardly. Still in a daze, she can't look away from him. Wonder filling her doey eyes as his own finally open to meet hers.
It feels like everything slows down for a moment. A comforting warmth spreads through her as she peers into his eyes.
Why cant she look away? Not that she wanted to. She could stay here forever and swim in the sea of emerald that was his eyes.
Izuku had stopped laughing as he noticed her looking into his eyes. He's completely mesmerized by her.
She's floating above him upside down, at face level with him. Her deep brown eyes are boring into his soul, looking at him with wonder.
He feels himself become lost in them. Lost in her.
Her chestnut brown hair floats gently around her face, locks of it rippling through the air.
"She's so beautiful.." He hears himself think. Subsequently snapping him out of his daze just enough to realize what was happening.
Her face was just a little too close to his own.
"U-Uraraka..?" He stutters out, his face crimson.
"..Huh..?" She says dreamily, her dazed eyes beginning to fill with clarity.
Oh. OH. Right.
"R-Release.." She says as she spins back into place, her feet falling to the floor once more.
Both of them stand there for a moment, completely silent and red all over.
"Ur....Ur-Uraraka..?" Izuku starts, unsure if he should speak at all with how bad he's stuttering. He clears his throat in an attempt to quell his own nervousness. "Was there..something you wanted to ask me..?"
"Huh..?" She says, glancing over to him. He's looking down at the floor, with a hand on the back of his neck.
Oh..right. She did look pretty deep into his soul just a moment ago. In that moment, it probably did look like she wanted to ask him something.
"Oh, no actually. You just caught me off guard a little." Ochako says, twiddling her thumbs.
Izuku turns to look at her, an eyebrow cocked upwards in confusion. "What do you mean..?"
She walks off to the side a bit, opening the microwave and getting her bowl before her food gets too cold.
"I think..that was the first time I've ever heard you laugh." She says, closing the microwave door with her elbow. If she was honest with herself, she never wanted to quit hearing that laugh.
"R-really?" Izuku says, his head tilted to the side a bit. His face had a hint of surprise written on it.
Sure, he wasn't as silly as the others had been. But had she really never heard him laugh before?
Mirio was right. He did need to learn how to have a sense of humor.
"Yup..It stunned me a little" Ochako said with a nervous giggle, not daring to look into his eyes. "Besides, it was really cute!" She said, beaming at him with a grin full of sunshine.
Izuku could've died just then. His heart was beating so fast he feared going into cardiac arrest.
"Cute. CUTE. Him?!? She called him CUTE?!?" Deku screamed internally, stuttering complete nonsense and fidgeting. His skin feeling so hot it could rival Todoroki's flame. His mind too far gone to understand she only called his laugh cute.
Ochako watched him fall apart with a grin. She loved making him nervous and teasing him. It was just too easy.
"Well then," She says, resuming her silly stance in crane formation. "You wanna take me on?" She asks, giving a playful jab to his gut.
He stumbles back and out of his stupor, giggling a bit at her playful gesture. "Oh, it's on." He says with whimsical determination, taking on a silly stance of his own.
What ensued was a series of goofy slap fighting and stupid cheesy 'karate' sounds.
She starts giggling uncontrollably through the entire thing, and he's beaming at her. Her laugh was something he never wanted to stop hearing.
She manages to get behind him and put him in an arm hold. Causing him to lean back into her shoulder.
He can feel her soft cheek against his, and he feels like he could stay in that arm hold forever. Was he dead? Was he in heaven? He sure hoped so.
They stay like that for a few seconds. Izuku's body relaxes against her and she becomes quite aware of their position when he does.
She loosens her hold on him, just enough for him to break free and knock her off her feet by swinging his leg just hard enough behind her knees. Catching her before she has the chance to hit the ground.
"I win." He says with a cheeky grin, before opening his eyes.
They both light up crimson for the hundredth time that night. Izuku audibly gulps at the sight before him.
He's holding her, standing above her and slightly crouched down. One hand on the back of her head, nested in her unbelievably soft hair. The other on the small of her back.
"D-Deku-Kun..?" She says in a light whisper. She's mystified at the feeling of being in his arms. The warmth of his hands on her, and his eyes looking into her own. Clearly filled with surprise, but there's something else there she continues to search for.
Without thinking, he leans down ever so slightly more to hear her. His eyes land on her lips once the whispered words leave them. "Y-Yeah..?" He stutters out, his voice cracking a bit. He's lost once more in his beautiful friend resting in his arms.
Ochako continues to stare into his eyes, searching for an answer. An answer to all of her questions about him.
Was this wrong, what they were doing?
Was it longing she saw in his deep green eyes?
How is she supposed to keep her feelings for him hidden when he's holding her and looking at her like this?
Izuku looks on into her eyes, seeing them shift down as if she's in deep thought. He begins to feel a little worried until her eyes fully meet his again.
"H-Have I ever told you.." She says, raising a hand up to cup his face, careful not to make him float. She places her other hand on the curve of his neck. His eyes soften that much more when she does. "-That your eyes are beautiful..?" She finishes, watching his eyes widen.
Izuku feels a surge of confidence, deciding to lean closer to her. His forehead meeting her own. She inhales sharply at the feeling. She felt like she was floating in a sea of warmth and love. She moves a hand into his hair and pulls him slightly closer, their noses brushing.
"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" He says, not missing a beat. His voice sends shivers down her spine. He was a completely different person apart from the flustered Deku she saw a few moments ago. His eyes are hazed over with a look of wanting, and need.
In that moment, she couldn't stand hiding her feelings for him anymore. She needed to feel his lips against hers.
She leans up just slightly, her lips brushing gently against his. He let out a low groan at the feeling. He couldn't think anymore, his mind blanked entirely upon feeling her lips just barely graze his.
"Have I ever told you that I love you?"
She whispered against his lips.
And that did it in for him.
He pressed his lips into hers fully, both mewling in mutual pleasure. Both of their lips warm and wet. The sound of moans and lips meeting and separating bounced off the walls of the once empty kitchen. He presses her against the kitchen counter, running his tongue against her bottom lip. Barely feeling her own touch his. They melted into each other, her hands dug into his fluffy dark green hair. Their kiss becoming more heated as the seconds pass by. Izuku widens their kiss so their tongues can meet, writhing against each other in a passionate dance.
They kissed for what felt like hours, but it lasted only a few minutes.
Izuku is the first to pull away, he places both palms on her cheeks, running his thumb across the tears that ran down them.
"I love you, Ochako." He says, with a smile filled with adoration. He hid his feelings for his best friend for so long, pushing them down as a means to keep focusing on working towards being the symbol of peace.
They leaned against each other, holding each other and staring into each others eyes. Swaying back and forth slowly to the sound of silence. Nothing could ruin this night for them.
"Ahem."
Both of them jumped, being knocked out of their dreamland. They separated a bit to see who was standing behind them.
Shit.
Aizawa was standing there, his eyes glowing a deep red. "Both of you." He began. "Are coming with me." He says, annoyance prevalent in his deep voice.
They both know what's coming.
Aizawa takes hold of his scarf and grabs both of them, dragging them down the hall on the way to his office.
Both of them are dying of utter embarrassment, stained red as their classmate's file out of their rooms one by one to see what's going on.
They're both given a week of house arrest, plus being tasked with cleaning the outer grounds of their dormitory. Ochako's ramen went cold that night, and neither one of them slept.
As both of them sweat from the amount of work they've been tasked, they can't help but feel left out of the loop from the rest of their class.
It sucks, but they didn't regret it.