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Laying out on the beach, wearing board shorts, while his girlfriend was sun tanning in a bikini… there were a lot worse ways to spend a birthday. The mock mai tai next to him was ice cold and sweating in the heat, and while he wasn’t technically breaking any laws, it did make him feel just a little… like a bad boy. Villainous.
“Daydreamin’ a petty act of law breaking and thinking it makes you evil again?” Did her ancient superquirk give her some sort of mind reading? “No, I just know the look on your face when it crosses your mind.” She knew him too well.
“I was just… appreciating the law breaking of my drink of choice, that’s all.” She tipped her sunglasses down and looked over at him, right across the rim, and it kind of made him want to kiss the look off her face all over again.
“Izuku, it’s fancy fruit juice.”
“But it sounds like alcohol, so really, aren’t I-”
“There ain’t a transitive property of villainy.” She flicked the sunglasses back up and got comfortable on her towel. “Besides, we’re legal drinking age here.” While that was true… he still felt a little like a bad boy, knowing that it’d be illegal back home. Her palms were up, her little beans catching some rays, and he lifted himself up to just… watch her.
She was beautiful. Light brown hair (and turning lighter in the sun; they’d spent a lot of time in the tropics, shaking their tails, and it did her a lot of good), little spots of blush on her cheeks he hadn’t been able to remove with kisses (although he’d certainly gone Plus Ultra on them one night), the muscle on the rest of her (she told him about the work Yagi-sensei had put her through; the junkyard, workouts, the diet plan he’d paid for; the sweat, blood, and tears she’d shed to shape herself into a vessel for the power that thrummed in her chest, and he could hear from here; the sun in her almost matched the sun on her); no question about it, Uraraka Ochako was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“...you’re thinkin’ sappy stuff about me, aren’t you?” The little blush marks on her cheeks broaden, a full flush, and he smiles.
“Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it?” She grinned, tossing the sunglasses aside.
“I’m gonna do what I shoulda done in the beginning; defeated you with kisses!” She launched herself off her towel on top of him, and her lips danced across his freckles.
“Oh no! I, the heir of the Demon Lord… defeated…” He collapsed back onto the towel, head turning to the side. “Bleh.”
“Well I’m not kissing a corpse.”
“Look at that; I’ve been magically revived.”
“Suuuure.” She kissed him again, on the lips, and he still feels the warm flush of sensation down his everything as the world outside melts, and all he can think of is her lips.
As she breaks away, she grins. “...I might miss my family, but I’ll never regret this, Izuku. Happy birthday.”