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~~ Kaminari ~~
Kaminari is the first to notice how horrendously, atrociously, disgustingly down bad Shinsou is for Midoriya.
What can he say? A certified simp knows one when he sees one.
Their friendship was something surprising, at first. Shinsou was a little hostile toward the whole class at first when he transferred in at the beginning of second year. Then again, this is Midoriya that they’re talking about here. He could befriend a rabid animal with his determination, and Shinsou was pretty damn close to being one.
It took a few weeks into the year for Midoriya to be glued to Shinsou’s side and, subsequently, the rest of Midoriya’s friend group. Shinsou put up a valiant fight for the first few days, looking like he was anything but pleased with this development, before he succumbed to the inevitability of revolving around Deku’s light.
It got to the point where Shinsou would seek the green haired boy out in a crowded cafeteria, or knock on his dorm door (they were neighbors). Movie nights would see them sitting next to each other, free spar would see them paired up (if Bakugo didn’t snatch Midoriya first).
It’s on a day out with the class that Kaminari has the…realization.
Aizawa had agreed to let them have a shopping day in the district, with the rule that they had to stay at least in groups of three and that there were a couple teacher chaperones. They were, after all, villain magnets.
Kiri, Mina, and Bakugo had already paired off, while Sero, Jirou, and Tokoyami formed another group. Kaminari pouted for a minute, because he didn’t want to go where they were going but he didn’t want to find a group.
“Ah, Kaminari-kun?”
He turned around and saw Shinsou and Midoriya standing close to each other behind him.
“Wanna go with me and Shinsou? We’re going to go look at journals and then go to the hero merch store!”
Kaminari grinned, rushing forward to throw his arm around Midoriya’s shoulder. “Let’s go!”
He and Midoriya kept up easy chatter all the way to the stationary, with Shinsou really only participating when prompted by Midoriya. Usually with a “right Shinsou?” or a “what do you think, Shinsou?” He seemed content to simply listen to Midoriya and Kaminari talk.
They made it to the stationary and Midoriya seemed to be really picky about which notebook he would use. He couldn’t get wide-ruled, ruling out about half of the aisle that they were in. And then he didn’t particularly like the leather-bound notebooks, thinking that they were too fancy to be thrown around in his backpack. Finally, Shinsou held up a plain blue and white, college-ruled notebook.
“Does this work?”
Midoriya’s eyes lit up and he took the notebook from Shinsou’s hands excitedly. “Perfect! Good eye, Shinsou!”
The look on Shinsou’s face at the mild praise should have been the first indicator for the blond, really, but he was a little distracted. There was a notebook in front of him with a texture that he had never felt on a notebook before.
“You should get it if you like it, Kaminari!”
Kaminari looked up into Midoriya’s green eyes, missing the lovestruck look on Shinsou’s face as the tallest boy gazed at the shortest, and grinned.
“I would, but the texture would probably distract me in class! I’d just rub my hands over it the whole time.”
“Well, maybe that’s what you need? Like a fidget toy?”
Kaminari’s ADHD wasn’t really a secret. People in class like Momo and Iida kept fidget toys on hand for him, but he lost them often and would get shy asking for a new one if it hadn’t been that long since the last time he asked. Having a notebook that had a fun texture that he would have to keep in his backpack might help, really.
“Yeah, you’re right!” he agreed easily, picking it up off the shelf. “I’ll buy it.”
They made a quick detour to the pens, where Midoriya was ultimately picky once more, but surprisingly, so was Shinsou. He refused to write with anything bigger than 0.5mm, leaving the three to search for a fat minute.
They finally stepped out of the store and all shivered at the brisk breeze outside. Shinsou had dressed accordingly for the weather, in a hoodie layered with a dark wash jean jacket and a gray beanie, and so had Kaminari, in a sweatshirt and jeans. But Midoriya hadn’t, having worn a pair of jeans that were cuffed at the ankles and a regular tshirt. Midoriya shivered once more before they walked quickly to the hero merch store.
Midoriya kept shivering periodically, trying to make it look like he wasn’t. Kaminari felt bad for the guy, really, but who doesn’t check the weather before going out?
(Him. He doesn’t check the weather. Bakugo had to steer him back to his room for warmer clothing before they left).
After the fifth shiver, it seemed that Shinsou got sick of it.
“Here,” he said, beginning to shrug out of his dark jean jacket. Midoriya immediately protested, shaking his head and holding his hands up in front of him.
“It wasn’t a question,” Shinsou said, coming to a stop in front of Midoriya and draping the jacket on his shoulders. The shorter boy shivered again, but pleasantly, most likely from Shinsou’s warmth that was still infused in the material. As a last minute decision, Kaminari watched Shinsou take the beanie off his head and pull it down over Midoriya’s wild hair, who made a small noise of surprise.
“There,” Shinsou said, and oh. His voice was softer than Kaminari had ever heard it, laced with fondness. Kaminari watched with wide eyes as Shinsou brushed his fingers over Midoriya’s hair that was sticking out of the hat, tucking it behind his ears. He glanced over at Midoriya to see his face flushed pink as he stared wide-eyed at the indigo boy.
Shinsou finally stepped back. “Better?”
It was silent for long enough between the three of them that the realization of what he did seemed to dawn on him, and his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Mhm!” Midoriya said, strangled. “Thank you, Shinsou.”
Shinsou turned and started walking to the hero store, decidedly not looking at Midoriya’s flushed face or Kaminari’s giddy grin of realization. “No problem.”
~~ Aoyama ~~
It really hadn’t taken long for Shinsou and Midoriya to start dating.
And really, no one was really surprised. Everyone in the class had had some sort of crush on Midoriya at some point, and really was still a little in love with him, it was just inevitable. And anyone with eyes could see just how gone Shinsou had been for the green-haired boy after a few weeks.
Aoyama had heard from Kaminari about how Shinsou had readily offered his coat and hat to Midoriya like a true gentleman the day they went shopping as a class. (Kaminari and he might be an unlikely friendship, but they were both invited to girls’ nights and had bonded since).
Kaminari had regaled the girls and Aoyama with the tale, going into detail about Midoriya’s wide eyes and Shinsou’s blush, about Shinsou’s soft little voice when he was addressing their favorite greenie.
They’d made bets that girls night. On who would ask who, and when they would ask. Aoyama had bet that Shinsou would ask, in a month. He was only half right; Jirou had won that bet. Shinsou had asked, but he’d asked two weeks after the shopping district incident.
Aoyama caught glimpses of the couple together, because they didn’t really run in the same circles within the class, and they seemed sweet together. They were glued to each other’s sides, and Shinsou always looked a little softer around Midoriya. Of course, Aoyama had seen him harden right back up when someone like Bakugo approached his boyfriend, and what was going on there?
It wasn’t any of Aoyama’s business. Yet, anyway. Maybe at the next girls night it would be.
Three months into the school year, Class 2-A was going on a field trip. They were traveling to a different hero school to do activities with their students, like sparring, and an obstacle course, and the like. They were too used to each other by this point, and were all excited to try their hand at someone new and unfamiliar.
Aoyama was sitting in the back of the bus with Koda and Satou, just watching his class. No one was talking much, and if they were, it was quietly. The class’s favorite couple was sitting a few seats ahead of Aoyama, and across.
Midoriya was sitting next to the window, Shinsou near the aisle, and he watched as their heads leaned together and they spoke quietly. Finally, Shinsou pulled out a pair of headphones and handed one side to his boyfriend. Aoyama smiled to himself before turning his attention to the much louder spectacle that was Bakugo and Kirishima.
A few hours of travel passed and Aoyama realized he had drifted off, quickly looking around the now stopped bus and seeing his classmates stand and stretch. His eyes landed on Shinsou as the purple haired boy stood, offering his hand to Midoriya. Aoyama watched with delight as Midoriya flushed lightly and took his hand to stand. Just when Aoyama figured the spectacle was over, it happened.
He watched Shinsou bring Midoriya’s hand up to his lips and press a sweet kiss to his fingers. Midoriya flushed deeper, stuttering as Shinsou looked at him lovingly.
Aoyama sighed dreamily, attracting the curious looks of Satou and Koda. He loved love!
And that wasn’t the last time Aoyama witnessed that particular act of affection, no no no! He got to see it once more during the heroes vs. villains exercise with the other students, when Midoriya ended up on the ground. Once more, Aoyama watched Shinsou offer his hand before bringing Midoriya’s hand to his lips for a brief kiss before he was continuing forward with the plan. Midoriya was red for the rest of the exercise.
And the brief yet heartfelt affections didn’t end there. Everyday, every time Aoyama saw them, it was a kiss to the cheek, the forehead, the top of the head or the tip of the nose. And every time, Midoriya would flush sweetly before giving his boyfriend a shy little smile.
The sweetest instance, and Aoyama’s favorite, was before Midoriya was going home for a weekend.
It was evening, and the green-haired boy was getting ready to leave for the last train. A handful of the class, Aoyama included, were scattered throughout the common room watching a movie. Shinsou and Midoriya were standing by the entrance, heads leaned together as they talked to each other quietly in order to not disturb the members of the class that were still watching the movie.
Aoyama, on the other hand, was far more interested in watching something else, and was pretty shameless about it. He peeked over the back of the couch to lock his eyes on the couple.
“I’ll be back on Sunday,” he heard Midoriya say softly, having to strain his ears to eavesdrop. Shinsou hummed, reaching out to place his hands on Midoriya’s hips and pull him forward. Midoriya, predictably, flushed lightly in the low light.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.”
“It’s two days,” Midoriya laughed quietly, reaching up to place his hands on either side of Shinsou’s face. Aoyama couldn’t see Shinsou’s face, but he could visualize the heart eyes that were present anytime he looked at his freckled boyfriend. “And I’ll text you.”
“Okay,” Shinsou whispered. “Be safe, trouble magnet.”
Midoriya smiled before pulling Shinsou’s face down to his own and giving him a sweet kiss, and then it happened.
They pulled away and Shinsou turned his head to press a kiss to the palm of Midoriya’s hand that was cradling his jaw. Aoyama squealed internally (and maybe a bit externally, judging by the looks of amusement he received from Jirou and Shouji).
What can he say! He loved love! He ate that shit up!
Aoyama watched Midoriya’s smile melt into something soft and gooey before they finally pulled apart and he was gone. Shinsou was immediately sullen, turning down offers to join movie night in favor of sulking in his dorm. Aoyama sighed dreamily.
When would it be his turn?
~~ Bakugo ~~
Bakugo hated parties.
He doesn’t really know why he let those idiots that call themselves his friends drag him out, especially past his strict, self-assigned bedtime, but here he is. At a party.
He gazed at the dance floor from his spot at the wall, watching Glasses dance stiffly with Round Face.
Yeah, alright. If Iida could get the stick out of his ass and go to a party, Bakugo guessed that he could too.
The party was to celebrate the end of their second year at U.A., and the beginning of their third and final year. It was a little crazy to Bakugo just how much time had passed, and just how quickly it had.
Aizawa surely had to know what was going on in the dorm common room that had been spontaneously shifted into a party area, but he must have found it in his tiny, black heart to allow class 2A - 3A - party to their hearts’ desire. The only people who deserved to let go a little bit more than 3A’s class of villain magnets were the teachers of said villain magnets, maybe.
Aizawa definitely knows, Bakugo thought to himself with a grimace, watching a drunk Sparky bet anyone within hearing distance that he could do a backflip off of the table.
Bakugo sipped on his red solo cup of water, having no desire whatsoever to wake up like his band of idiots, hungover and in regret.
The only thing Bakugo could 100% not complain about, even within the safety of his own mind, was the music. Jirou was in charge, of course, and their music taste had always been similar, ever since they met in first year. Of course, people like Bakugo’s music taste more when it’s coming from Jirou.
The sound was a little heavier, a little grungy, but still upbeat enough to account for the many people out on the floor dancing. Bakugo watched Tape Face rope Pinky into a break-dancing competition and snorted to himself.
Oh yeah, he was going to lose. Hard.
“Bakubro!” Kirishima called, suddenly right next to the blond and throwing an enthusiastic arm around him. “Come on, live a little! Have a little drink, loosen up, get on the dance floor!”
“No way in hell am I dancing with you, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo snarked, taking a pointed sip of his water. Kirishima whined.
“This is the first and only time in our lives that we get to celebrate being third years! You can’t just be a wallflower!”
“Watch me.”
Kirishima huffed, wheedling the blond for a few more minutes before ultimately giving up and joining Sero and Mina on the dance floor. Bakugo shook his head, smiling to himself as he watched them lift Sparky into the air.
He laughed to himself at Icyhot’s attempt at dancing, which was being encouraged by Aoyama. Froppy had joined Glasses and Round Face on the dance floor, along with the rest of the class. Invisi-bitch and Tail were slow dancing and blushing, even though the song was nowhere close to a slow dancing tune. Tokoyami and Shouji were keeping Jirou company at the DJ stand (fancy speak for a laptop connected to a speaker). And, Bakugo squinted, so was Eyebags.
Eyebags was nursing a cup of something that was surely alcoholic, judging by the easy smile and pink cheeks on his face. He was nodding along to whatever Jirou was saying, taking another sip. Strangely enough, his little shadow was nowhere to be found.
Though, Bakugo thought grudgingly to himself, it was unfair to call Deku the shadow between the two of them. Eyebags followed Deku like a lovesick dog.
It’d been that way even before they’d gotten together a month into second year. Well, to give Eyebags some credit, it had been Deku that was the shadow at first. Or maybe less of a shadow, and more of a leech.
Eyebags had quickly accepted it though, as every other emotionally constipated member of the class had, and soon he was trailing the green-haired, overpowered fuck everywhere. It’d gotten somehow even worse once they started dating, because now Bakugo had to watch them kiss and blush and hold hands like fucking virgins.
(It didn’t make him feel some type of way to see them together. It didn’t. )
He was a little surprised that they’d lasted so long. And seemed to be going strong as ever.
(It didn’t make him bitter. It didn’t. )
And so, with those denials in mind, he searched the room for Deku.
It didn’t take long to find him. He was leaning on the wall kitty-corner to the wall Bakugo had claimed as his own. He was nursing his own drink, taking long sips and staring with lowered lids at something over the edge of the cup. Bakugo followed his gaze and felt his stomach tighten.
He was staring at Eyebags. Of course he was.
Even knowing this, Bakugo couldn’t help letting his gaze travel back to Deku, taking in the way the party lights lit up his freckles and emphasized the alcoholic flush on his cheeks. They’d thinned out in the last year, as Deku lost the last bit of baby fat and all that remained was a toned figure. It was evident just how hard he worked for his spot here.
Bakugo watched Deku’s lips spread into a coy smile, knowing without looking that he’d caught his boyfriend’s eye. He set down his cup and lifted his hand to beckon to Troll Doll with his finger.
Bakugo looked across the room and saw the lovesick look on Troll Doll’s face as he abandoned the DJ stand without a word, following Deku’s command thoughtlessly. He watched him cross the room and crowd Deku up against the wall in a hug, hunched over and face pressed to Deku’s throat.
Bakugo’s chest was hurting something fierce as he watched Deku stroke through purple hair before tugging at it gently. Eyebags pulled back before he was pulled into a solid kiss. Bakugo watched the way Eyebags melted into it, his stupidly long fingers spreading across Deku’s waist before tightening and pulling him closer.
Bakugo looked away.
Now that he thought about it, he really could stand to loosen up a little and have a drink or two.
~~ Hagakure ~~
Hagakure yawned quietly to herself as she walked back to Heights Alliance. Her steps echoed on the sidewalk in the cool night air. She shivered a little, but otherwise pushed on.
Her patrol with her internship had run late, since she had volunteered to stay back and do paperwork while Mina and Aoyama headed back early. She didn’t mind the administrative aspect of things, but that didn’t mean that it was her favorite. Mina and Aoyama, clearly, minded the administrative side of things.
Since beginning their third year, their internships have become a more central focus. They went on far more and far longer patrols than they had in their first or even their second year. It was important for them to get out into the hero world as much as possible leading up to their graduation. In a way, it was like a soft launch of their careers. In just a few short months, this would be their life.
She smiled to herself. She couldn’t wait!
She yawned to herself again.
Well, maybe she could wait a little.
And wait she would, given that they had another six months until they were graduating. She couldn’t believe it, really.
She hummed quietly as she continued walking, a little skip in her step as she thought about her life in six months. She had already begun looking at apartments in the city, even though U.A. would allow them to stay and live on campus for up to three months after graduation. So far, no one who’s graduated has taken the school up on that offer, and she would not be the first!
And besides, she thought, blushing, her and Ojiro might move in together.
She made it to Heights Alliance, sighing as she opened the door. It was late, late enough that she had needed to call Aizawa a few hours ago from her internship to request to come in after curfew. The lights in the common room were off and it didn’t look like anyone was in there, which was just alright with her.
Except.
She turned slowly to face the couch and had to withhold a squeal that would give her away. She was still in her hero costume and she had of course taken off her shoes, but she was carrying her gloves.
On the couch was the class favorite couple, Shinsou and Midoriya. Shinsou was the only one out of the two that was awake, back pressed to the back of the couch. Midoriya was asleep, but curled up against Shinsou, facing each other. The look on Shinsou’s face was ooey-gooey-soft, eyes filled with so much adoration that it almost made Hagakure uncomfortable to see him like that. He wasn’t the most expressive of the class, and sure, she knew just how much he loved Deku, but seeing it so unfiltered threw her off just a little bit.
A bigger part of her, though, was squealing on the inside. He looked so in love, and Midoriya wasn’t even awake!
She watched as Shinsou, propped up by an elbow, used his other hand to trace the bridge of Midoriya’s nose and the apples of his cheeks.
“You’re so pretty,” she heard Shinsou whisper, and something inside her melted. Knowing that this is how Shinsou was when he thought he had no audience was just so sweet!
She was getting ready to put her stealth skills to use to sneak by and go to her dorm when she noticed that something wasn’t right. Midoriya’s hand that was laying on Shinsou’s chest began to open and close, scrunching the fabric of Shinsou’s shirt. She frowned to herself as he made a soft noise, and she noticed that his face started to scrunch up in distress. She felt her heart break a little.
Nightmares.
They all got them, at this point in their hero education. Hell, they had them in their first year, when they were the targets of villains from the jump. Then of course there was the war, where Midoriya took on so much of the weight. It wasn’t too much of a surprise that he still bore it.
“ Shhh,” she heard Shinsou soothe almost silently. His free hand came up to run through green curls, pushing them back from a freckled forehead so he could place a sweet kiss there. “You’re safe, I’m here. Rest now, my love.”
He pulled the covers over top of his boyfriend a little more before rubbing his back soothingly, whispering reassuring phrases to his still asleep, thankfully less-distressed looking boyfriend. Hagakure came back to herself and flushed, starting to take silent footsteps around and out of the common room to rush to her dorm.
She was being so intrusive! And granted, that’s what she was good at, but Shinsou clearly thought that he was alone with his sleeping boyfriend. The guilt was overshadowed by the fangirling inside, though.
Shinsou was so sweet! He was putting every other boyfriend - hell, every other significant other - to shame! She’d never seen just pure, unadulterated love and affection for another human being the way Shinsou expressed for Midoriya.
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. Ojiro could be quite sweet with her as well.
She smiled to herself as she pulled on some comfortable pajamas. Sure, she thought. Ojiro’s sweet. But after seeing how Shinsou is with Midoriya, my standards are raised.
~~ Uraraka ~~
“I need your help.”
Uraraka squinted her eyes at the purple mess in front of her, his eye bags as dark as ever and hair just a little more wild than usual. He’d approached at the end of the school day, after sending his boyfriend off to study and waiting for the room to empty.
She leaned back in her desk, crossing her arms and tilting her head up. “Go on,” she said suspiciously, for Shinsou hardly asked for her help.
Shinsou laughed dryly, unimpressed with her posturing. “It’s for Izuku.”
She straightened up and brightened, leaning forward on her hands to beam up at Shinsou. “Sure! What can I do for ya?”
He glanced at the door, making sure it was empty, but still lowered his voice and moved a little closer. “Okay, so you know that Present Mic movie that came out a couple of months ago? The one that Izuku really wanted to go see but just couldn’t get enough time off to go to?”
“You mean the one where neither of your schedules ever lined up and because you’re both grossly codependent, didn’t go see?”
Shinsou flushed a little, grumbling under his breath about smartass friends that he didn’t deserve being subjected to. “Okay, yeah, whatever.”
“Yeah, I remember,” she mused, giggling a little under her breath. “He was so bummed for like, weeks.”
“ I know,” Shinsou stressed. “So. I may have done something.”
Uraraka squinted at the tall purple brainwasher once more. “It’s not in theaters anymore.”
He grinned roguishly. “I didn’t need it to be.”
They were quiet for a long moment before Uraraka gasped. “Did you get your hands on it somehow? How? It doesn’t even come out in physical copies for like six more months!”
“Great things happen when you ask,” he waved her excitement off. “Point is. I have a copy. An exclusive copy. For Izuku.”
“While this is amazing and I enjoy hearing how whipped you are for Deku, I still haven’t heard how I can help.”
“So. This weekend is our anniversary-”
“Your first anniversary was at the beginning of the year, there is no way it is already your anniversary.”
Uraraka watched in delight as Shinsou flushed. “...our year and a half anniversary…”
She cooed internally, knowing that if she were to do it on the outside that Shinsou would clam up and retract his request for assistance. She simply grinned and nodded as if to say go on.
He cleared his throat. “So. I need you to distract him day of, and help me keep everyone out of the common room for the night.”
She leaned back in her chair again, looking down her nose at him. He sighed, already expecting her antics. She was delighted.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Is your best friend’s joy and happiness not enough?” he asked dryly.
Well, when he put it that way…
“But I also have this gift certificate to your favorite cafe that’s enough to cover two, say, you and a certain engine-quirked classmate.”
He held the gift certificate out in front of her as her face started flushing. She pouted at him for a moment before she snatched the certificate out of the air, standing and pointing her finger at him determinedly.
“I’ll do all I can!”
And did.
Her and Shinsou had worked out just how long he would need his boyfriend to be distracted, and when to have him out of Heights Alliance and for how long so he could set up. What exactly he was setting up, she didn’t know, but she figured she would see it when she brought Deku back.
She’d already got all of her classmates to agree not to be in the common room that night with gross imagery of watching Shinsou and Deku make out for three hours straight. Of course, that didn’t deter everyone (cough cough, Aoyama). But eventually, everyone gave in and agreed to be out of there by the time Uraraka and Deku got back.
She knocked on Shinsou’s dorm in the afternoon, knowing that the boyfriends would be together. It was her job to drag Deku out and on an adventure for the next three hours to keep Deku distracted. The door opened and Shinsou grinned at her, and she grinned back.
“Is Deku in here?” she asked, knowing damn well that he was. As expected, a mop of green curls appeared behind Shinsou’s right shoulder before eyes peeked over.
“Hey Uraraka! What’s up?”
He ducked under his boyfriend’s arm, beaming at Uraraka. Uraraka could see that Shinsou couldn’t resist, gagging internally as he wrapped his arm around Deku’s shoulders to bring him closer and plant a kiss on top of his head.
“I just wanted to see if you’d hang out with me! I wanted to go shopping with the money I’ve saved up and get some new clothes.”
“Yeah! I’ll go!” Deku smiled happily at her before turning to press a quick kiss to Shinsou’s jaw. “I’ll be back in a few hours, okay?”
“Have fun, love,” Shinsou said, offering him a soft smile. Deku smiled back brightly before bouncing to Uraraka’s side, already talking a hundred miles a minute about how excited he was to hang out with her. She turned around and discreetly pointed at Shinsou before making a gagging motion. Shinsou flipped her off with a smirk before shutting his door.
It was go time.
Her and Deku had a lot of fun! They spent some time in a clothing store, where Uraraka lovingly bullied him for his fashion choices and tried to get him to buy a really nice shirt that she knew he would look great in. She told him as much and he flushed in embarrassment before laughing and saying that he might come back for it later.
He tried to urge her to a cafe after a couple of hours, claiming that he was wasting away at that very moment. She laughed at his dramatics, telling him that they could eat at the dorms.
(That was part of the agreement, after all. She was supposed to distract him, not feed him.)
They started to make their way back and Uraraka checked her watch periodically, perhaps a bit too often to be normal. Deku looked at her strangely, but didn’t say anything about it.
She had texted Shinsou when they got on the train to come back to campus, and all he sent back was a thumbs up, so she was assuming that he’d had enough time to set up. Of course, knowing Shinsou though, he was probably freaking out and running around to finish his tasks before they got back.
They finally started making their way into the dorms as the sun was beginning to set, and Deku was telling her how he had so much fun with her, and thanked her for inviting him out. She laughed and told him that she had fun too, and that they could always hang out more outside of school and he knew that. They opened the door and walked into the common room and Deku froze, eyes wide as he took in the sight.
The common room had been transformed into a large, comfortable looking pillow fort, complete with fairy lights and lowered mainlights. The coffee table was set up in front of the fort, and there were two bowls of steaming katsudon waiting, along with all of Deku’s favorite cheat day snacks. Shinsou was standing next to the coffee table, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“Surprise,” he said quietly. “Happy year and a half anniversary, Izuku.”
Uraraka watched Deku’s eyes tear up and he wheeled around to look at her. “You were in on this,” he accused, smiling as he wiped his eyes. She smiled and shrugged.
“Guilty.”
She wasn’t surprised when he pulled her into a strong hug, whispering a thank you before letting her go and bounding across the room to hug his boyfriend. Shinsou caught him happily, turning his head to look at her as she passed by.
Thank you, he mouthed. She smiled and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up before making her way to Mina’s dorm.
After all, she needed help to pick out her outfit for her date with Iida to the cafe she had a certificate for.
~~ Midoriya ~~
“You wield so much power and you don’t even know it, kero. ”
Izuku looked up from his lunch and met Tsu’s eyes, which were deadpan, yet slightly incredulous while looking at him.
He laughed a little. “We’re all pretty powerful, Tsu, and I am fully aware of what my quirk can do at this point, at least I hope-”
“That’s not what she means,” Uraraka piped up, taking a bite of her rice. “She means Shinsou.”
Izuku frowned. “I…don’t know what you mean.”
“Haven’t you realized that Shinsou will do literally anything that you ask?” Uraraka asked, herself now incredulous as she looked at the freckled third year. Izuku immediately started protesting.
“Come on guys, give him some credit, he won’t do anything-”
“I’m pretty sure he will,” Todoroki interrupted before slurping his soba that he still hadn’t grown out of loving. “Like. Anything.”
“Like if you gesture to him, right now, he’ll come,” Tsu said. “And if you asked him to say, fill up your water bottle, he would.”
“I wouldn’t call him over here just for that-”
“But he would do it!” Uraraka interrupted. “Watch! Do it!”
“We should let Shinsou eat his own lunch and enjoy his friends,” Iida finally interrupted, causing Izuku to glance at his boyfriend where he was eating with Jirou and Tokoyami. Unintentionally, he caught Hitoshi’s eye, who sat up a little straighter with a question in his eyes.
“See, do it!” Uraraka hissed excitedly, shaking his arm. Izuku flushed, giving in and gesturing for Hitoshi to come to him.
He watched as Hitoshi immediately stood up, barely sparing a word for his friends, before crossing the lunch room to stand in front of Izuku.
“What do you need?” he asked, reaching out to tuck Izuku’s hair behind his ear. Izuku flushed a little more, glancing over at his table to see them invested in him and Hitoshi. He looked back at his boyfriend.
“Sorry, uh…could you fill up my water bottle?”
Instead of giving him a deadpan look and telling him that he could do it, Hitoshi’s eyes softened and he huffed out a light laugh.
“Is that all?” he asked sweetly, tapping the tip of Izuku’s nose before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. “Yeah, be right back.”
He grabbed Izuku’s water bottle and disappeared.
Izuku felt his face go red before he buried it in his arms, whining as Uraraka and Tsu told him so. Even Iida admitted that he agreed with the girls, and that Shinsou would do anything for the green-haired teen.
Izuku knew Hitoshi had returned when he felt a hand slide up his back comfortingly. “You okay?”
Izuku sat back up and smiled shyly at his boyfriend. “I’m good. Go finish your lunch.”
“Sir yes sir,” Hitoshi teased, giving him one more kiss before going and sitting with his friends again. They caught eyes once more and Hitoshi winked, making Izuku bite down on a grin.
It became a sort of game, after that.
Hitoshi wouldn’t play video games with Kaminari and Sero? Get Izuku to ask. Hitoshi wouldn’t help Momo cook dinner for the class? Get Izuku to ask. Hitoshi wouldn’t refill the snacks during movie night? Get Izuku to ask. Hitoshi wouldn’t commit to a solid sleeping schedule? Get Izuku to ask (and go to bed with him).
Izuku tested it out himself outside of this, of course. More instances of asking Hitoshi to fill his water bottle, or get him a snack, or grab his charger from the common room, or gesturing him over simply for the sake of getting a hug or a kiss. He kept waiting for Hitoshi to be annoyed, but it never came.
One night, Izuku woke up in distress. He had dreamt of the war, of his classmates falling one after the other, of Hitoshi falling, and how he was unable to access his quirk, unable to help, unable to save. He woke seconds from getting dusted.
“ Shhh ,” he heard a soft voice saying. There was an arm wrapped around his shoulders and his face was tucked into a warm neck. Another arm draped itself over his waist, hand rubbing his back. “It’s okay, baby, you’re okay, I’m here.”
He drew in a gasp, gnarled hands reaching up to clutch a gray, sleep-worn shirt. “Hitoshi,” he said, and it came out strangled.
He was soothed once more, hands becoming more firm on his body now knowing that he was awake. It took a long moment of whispered reassurances and caresses for his body to untense, but once it did, he about liquified into his boyfriend.
“You okay?” Hitoshi murmured, pulling him closer so he was laying half on top of the indigo boy. Izuku hummed.
“I am now,” he said softly. “Sorry.”
“No apologies,” Hitoshi answered. He squeezed Izuku briefly. “Wanna talk about it?”
“No,” Izuku sighed. “Just wanna sleep.”
“M’kay,” Hitoshi said, reaching up with the hand of the arm wrapped around his shoulders to stroke his temple and push his hair behind his ear rhythmically. Izuku sighed, nuzzling into Hitoshi’s neck.
“Hitoshi?”
“Yeah?”
Izuku hesitated and Hitoshi squeezed him comfortingly. “Will you read me a fairytale?”
Instead of hesitating or declining like Izuku really should stop to come expecting at this point, Hitoshi huffed out a little laugh before shifting underneath Izuku.
“‘Course, let me find my phone.”
Izuku felt his chest warm with affection as he listened to Hitoshi mutter to himself, doing his best to look up a fairytale to read to him. He pressed a reverent kiss to Hitoshi’s throat.
“What was that for?” Hitoshi asked, humor in his voice.
“Nothing, just…I love you,” Izuku said shyly. “You’re so good to me. You never tell me no, and it’s giving me a complex.”
“Of course I don’t tell you no,” Hitoshi said. “I’m literally obsessed with you.”
Izuku propped himself up on Hitoshi’s broad chest so they could look each other in the eye. “You know that you can tell me no, right?” he pressed. “It’s not going to make me love you less, or something.”
“I know, honey,” Hitoshi murmured, smiling up at his freckled boyfriend. He sets his phone down on Izuku’s back to reach up with both hands and pull him into a kiss. “Believe it or not, I like doing things for you. If it makes you feel better, you will literally never get me to agree to an early morning run with you and Iida.”
Izuku giggled, and he didn’t miss the way Hitoshi’s eyes softened at the sound. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the look of adoration on his boyfriend’s face, so sure that this wasn’t something he’d get to have in his life.
“I love you,” he said softly.
Hitoshi’s smile widened, and he looked in awe that Izuku could love him, which Izuku thought was silly. There was no universe where he wasn’t in love with Hitoshi.
“I have to catch up,” Hitoshi said. Izuku was about to ask in what before his face was pulled down, lips being pressed to his right cheek.
“I love you.”
Lips on his nose.
“I love you.”
Noses rubbed against each other before a sound kiss was pressed to his lips.
“And I love you.”
“Sap,” Izuku whispered, quietly delighted.
“Just for you,” Hitoshi said. He reached down to squeeze Izuku’s waist before pushing his head back into his neck and grabbing his phone off of Izuku’s back. “Now get comfortable, I’m gonna read you your fairytale.”
And so Izuku did, snuggling in and letting out a sigh as he let Hitoshi’s deep voice wash over him and pull him into sleep once more.