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There was a knock on your door. It was early, still dark out even, on a Saturday. It was about 5 am, and you knew exactly why he was knocking. You couldn’t beleive you had forgotten to set your alarm. Maybe you had and had just slept through it.

“So Katsuki and I always work out at 7am on Saturdays. We go out to the main gym and work out for a few hours. Do you want to join us?”

No. Not only no, but fuck no. Tell him no, that you don’t want to work out. You don’t want to feel sweaty and fatigued. You don’t want to show moreso that your rather weak. “Yeah sure that sounds great.”

Fuck.

So here you were, waking up at the asscrack of dawn on a Saturday. You walked over to the door and peeked it open. “Hey...”

“Oh sorry,” he said quietly, “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, sorry, I slept through my alarm. Come on in and I’ll get dressed.”

You opened the door more and let him in, running back to your dresser to pull out athletic pants and a sports bra. “I swear I didn’t forget to go, it just slipped my mind.”

“No really, it's okay. At least you opened the door. Denki usually says yes and then doesn’t even answer the door when I come get him.”

That made you laugh. Denki was a lot of things: hilarious, sweet, energetic, but athletic was not one of those things. You could picture him coming in 15 minutes late with Starbucks. You shook your head and pulled the clothes out, turning to him. He noticed the clothes in your hand and his face seemed to flush. You smiled a bit. “I’ll change in my little bathroom, don’t worry.”

He stuttered out an affirmative while you slipped into your little half bath. You tried to change as fast as you could, debating whether or not to put a shirt on over your sports bra. The blush on his face made you decide that the bra was the best.

You peeked out to see Kirishima staring at a painting on your wall. It was a stretched canvas of a graffiti art Dadaist piece for an exhibit you got roped into. It felt like forever ago even though it was like, a month ago. He seemed interested in it, and you just walked out over at him. He didn’t even notice you walk over, only after you finally tapped his shoulder. He about jumped out of his skin, turning bright red over being caught staring. He took in your appearance and his face turned an even brighter shade of red. “W-what what's the, uh, painting here?”

“It’s a Dadaist piece I did for an exhibit. All about how there is no difference between street graffiti and institutional art. It’s political.”

“Oh okay.....I like it.”

“I like you,” you replied smugly.

He startled again, and you bailed out the door before you could get flustered. Outside your door was a grumpy Bakugou. “What's taking you two so long? Were you making out or something?”

You laughed slightly, “You wish.”

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Holy fucking shit. You still could barely believe this was happening. Shotou had approached you yesterday while you were eating lunch, and sprung a last minute invitation to the movies. When you asked why such short notice, he just plainly stated that he had been too nervous to ask earlier. He left just as quickly as he came, and that was the last you'd seen of him that day. You did, however, see Izuku grinning at you on the elevator up to your floor. He dragged behind while you walked down the hall to your dorm. You couldn’t understand why he was walking so slowly, when normally he’d walk right alongside you, chatting up a storm. He didn’t even pass you when you opened your door.

You were so busy thinking about how weird Izuku was behaving, you almost didn’t notice the little envelope that had been slipped under your door. You picked it up after closing the door, and there was a little red and blue split heart scribbled on the front in pen ink. Shotou was the only thing you could think of, and you immediately opened the envelope. In it was a little letter, written on Totoro stationery. It was uncharacteristically cute but at the same time so something he would do. You sat down and started reading:

“I’m sorry that I could not say more when I saw you earlier. There were many more things I had wanted to say. I had not been deceiving you when I said I was too nervous to ask you earlier, but I had not finished telling you what I needed to. I didn’t get to tell you I was only planning to go to the movies with you. Midoriya informed me that that was important thing to mention. And that you’re supposed to tell the person when you want to take them on a date. It wasn’t my intention to deceive you, I’m not used to the intricacies of romantics, or being left so flustered by your existence.

I promise to do better in the future, I will come get you tomorrow at 7. Sorry for any confusion.

Love, Todoroki Shotou”

You really couldn’t believe it. Any time now Shotou was going to swing by and pick you up and take you on a movie date. You didn’t even know what movie you were going to go see, but given Shotou’s limited movie experience, he would likely leave it up to you.

You were already dressed, had made sure your hair was styled and had even put on makeup for the night. You hoped you weren’t overdoing it, since you didn’t know how casual Shotou was going to be about it.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts and you went to answer quickly. There stood Shotou, wearing a baby blue sweater with a pale pink polo and jeans. His appearance reminded you of candy, specifically candy cane on top of cotton candy. The comparison made you giggle, and his eyes widened slightly. “Is there something wrong?”

“You just look very cute, Shotou.”

He blinked, “Oh. You look much cuter though.”

You looked down at your clothes; you didn’t really see the truth in that statement at all. At least you didn’t seem overdressed or underdressed, although your styles didn’t exactly match.

He silently turned and led you down the hall, barely giving you time to lock your door before chasing after him. “Shotou, slow down!”

He turned to look at you, his face slightly flushed. “O-oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was walking so fast...”

It made you smile that he seemed just as thrown off as you were. The whole ride to the movie theater was comfortably quiet. Something you liked about Shotou was that he didn’t feel the need to fill silence; it hung over you both like a quilt, comforting yet suffocating at the same time. He, for the first time, was the one to break the silence. “What movie do you want to see?”

So you were right, he didn’t know what movie to see. You gave it some thought--what was even playing right now? “Hold on,” you replied, pulling out your phone to check. Scrolling through the movies, you stopped at one you hadn’t even realized was still out. “Baby Driver! I haven’t seen that yet, I hear it’s so good.”

He had a small smile on his face when he parked his car. “Sounds like a plan.”

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“So you're telling me you don’t have White Day?”

You looked up at Denki after he asked that, “Well no, in the US we just have Valentine's Day, but it's gender neutral. Boys and girls both do gifts that day. At our age most people don’t do anything unless they have a significant other.”

Denki tilted his head at you, “Do you celebrate?”

“Yep, I give all of my friends silly valentines and sweets.”

Denki’s eyes lit up. He seemed excited about the holiday. You both turned to Ejirou, assuming he'd been paying more attention to the television than to your conversation. In actuality, he looked pale and anxious. Denki nudged him and he turned to you both, eyes wide. “I only have a week to prepare?” His voice had even cracked at the realization.

You and Denki both cracked up. Apparently he had been paying attention.

A week later, you were helping some classmates put out cupcakes in the common room of your dorm. Valentine's Day was here, and it had been chaotic.You’d spend the whole day, when you weren’t in class, helping someone else with their plans. You didn’t hate Valentines Day like you had in highschool, but you didn’t have a special someone to spend the day with either. Instead you were just going to spend time with your friends. Speaking of friends, you could hear Denki and Eijirou chatting as they came into the common room. You turned to greet them,and both waved at you, smiling brightly. They both had expressions like they knew something that you didn’t. “What do you two have those shit eating grins for?”

Denki slid closer to you and slipped a piece of paper in your hand, “Happy Valentine's Day, (y/n).~”

You opened the paper and read it outloud. “Are you a fairy type? Because your charm has me unable to move!”

The valentine had a cute Sylveon on it, and was covered in glitter. The whole thing made you giggle. It was cute, flattering, and a cheesy joke. Everything you expected out of Denki Kaminari.

Eijirou came over to your other side, hands behind his back. After putting the card Denki gave you in your pocket, you turned to face him and smiled. His face was flushed, but he presented his gift to you as well. It was a red glass bottle in the shape of a heart with a pink ribbon around the neck and closed with a cork. You gently took it from him and opened it. Inside was candy, pink nerds to be exact. It was creative and thoughtful. His face was almost as red as the bottle. Denki was the first to speak up, “Wow Eijirou, you put so much work into that, it’s way cooler than what I did.”

Eijirou looked offended, “Are you kidding? Your card was so witty and she laughed! Your’s was better!”

You almost couldn’t believe they were arguing that the others gift was better, but knowing just how close they were you couldn’t bring yourself to be super surprised. They cared about the others happiness so much. You thought you knew of a way to get them to stop arguing as much. “Let me grab your gifts!”

You ran to the other side of the room where your bag was. You had had their gifts in your bag all day, since you didn’t know when you’d see them. You pulled out both little bundles and walked back over to them, placing a lemon yellow one in Denki’s hand, and a red one in Eijirou’s. “Open them up.”

Denki opened his quickly, pulling out a little card. Coincidentally, you had also gotten him a Pokemon card, knowing how much he liked the games. On the card was a Mimikyu and the card read ‘No one can Mimikyu and your love.’ He read the card out loud and his smile widened, pulling a few packages of Pop Rocks out of the bag. “They have the sparking sensation so they made me think of you,” you explained.

Eijirou then opened his. His card had a painting of a group of quartz point crystals, which were kindof what his hardening made you think of. The card read ‘Of QUARTZ you are the best’. After reading it out loud Eijirou had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. He also pulled some red rock candy out of his bag.

Both boys were laughing their asses off and smiling. You had definitely done your job. They both looked at you, smiling softly. “Thanks (y/n), these were so nice,” Eijirou said.

“Yeah, you totally won the gift giving contest. Unless we can make a quick comeback!”

Denki looked at Eijirou and pulled him down by his arm to whisper in his ear. The redhead flushed but nodded and they both crowded into your personal space. You were expecting bear hugs, until you felt two pairs of lips on your cheeks. It was quick, and they both smiled wider, “Happy Valentine’s Day!!”

They were the best gift-givers, hands down.

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You felt like you were going to vomit. You were hauling ass to your critic class. It had been an extremely stressful week, because you had several important projects due, and yet last night you had realized you didn’t have your critic work finished. Against your better judgement, you had stayed up practically all night to get the piece to a finished state. Unfortunately for present you, past you had decided to do a study with watercolor. You were capable of working in the media, but it wasn’t something you could just rush, and you weren’t super comfortable with it. Still, you got it done as fast as you could.

When you looked at the piece in the morning, you felt your stomach drop. It wasn’t bad, per say, but it wasn’t even close to the quality you usually put out. Hopefully if you inked the lines real quick it would look better. It didn’t work. Sure it improved it in a relative sense, but it still felt bad. You knew you would get an earful from the teacher in critic today.

Now that you were physically in the class, you were sick to your stomach with anxiety. Before you would run away from the class in general, however, the teacher started class.

“Because you all tend to get quiet, I brought in my extremely opinionated assistant to help you out.”

You and about half of the class all looked up at once. The teacher had mentioned her assistant before, but usually he just graded papers in her office. Your eyes met with brilliant red ones, and your stomach somehow dropped again. It was none other than your loud, angry, piece of shit neighbor. You were fucked now; he hated you.

Thankfully you weren’t the first to go, and you had time to zone out while the first student’s work got picked apart. You really weren’t happy with your work. Watercolor wasn’t something you were comfortable working with; in fact it was one of your least favorite forms of media. The plan had been that you would have enough time to make a few things and pick what you liked best, but then life happened and you had to rush all of this last fucking minute. You felt immense shame over it, knowing that your neighbor was going to hold your terrible art over your head for a long time to come. You could already feel a splitting headache form right behind your eyes. Hopefully the anxiety would dissipate once you got out of class--this was nerve wracking.

When it was your turn to put up your art, you got a response of murmurs of approval and non-committal noises. A boy a year or two younger than you piped up, “I like this character design. The guy looks really androgynous, which I know you like to work with. And the girl's hair is really unique.”

There were a few nods and murmurs, and one or two more people gave encouraging remarks about the illustration. You almost felt yourself relax, before a familiar voice started up.

“This looks rushed. Not really finished. Like you did it in 10 minutes and didn’t really care. The pen lines are messy, and it doesn’t look like they match up with the paint sometimes. Your perspective is off on both of their arms; their forearms are too long.” He actually walked up to the painting and you. “And you painted the watercolor too quickly because the colors bleed here, here, and here.”

Your face hurt with how hot it had gotten. He’d come over to point out your mistakes closer, looking you in the eyes. When you looked up, he was very serious. All you could do was nod and look down. “Yeah...”

“If you knew it was rushed why didn’t you slow down? This is supposed to be a finished work.”

“Bakugou sit down. Let her be, you don’t know all the circumstances and she’s obviously upset.” The teacher said, pointing back at his chair.

He turned and sat back down, looking away. In the silence you felt yourself grow dizzy with anxiety. The teacher had someone else go, and you sat back down without taking your watercolor work back. You didn’t want to look at it again. The illustration was an utter failure, and you never wanted to look at it again. The rest of the class was a blur. Normally negative criticism didn’t get you this badly, but you were already upset and this just made your mood drop even more. After class you just wanted to go home and cry in your bed. When the teacher let your class go, you immediately grabbed your bag and walked out.

Katsuki watched you walk out the door, confused as to why your watercolor was still sitting at the front of the class. He got up and took the watercolor, looking closely at it again. It really wasn’t bad, but he’d seen so much of you work come through the teacher's office, finished work in student exhibits, and on your dorm walls. You were good, and made beautiful work. This almost looked like it had been made by someone else. Was something wrong? He followed you out the door, all the way to the dorm, classes be damned.

Thanks to his speed, he caught up to you by the time you reached your dorm, calling to you as you unlocked your door. “Hey! Why’d you leave your painting in the classroom?”

You turned on him, feeling tears start to sting in your eyes. “Because I don’t want to look at it! It’s awful. I know it's awful. I walked into that class knowing it was awful! I had a shitty week, and shouldn’t have tried to work in a media I wasn’t used to. I’m not a painter, I’m awful at it. I had the worst piece this week, and don’t need the reminder. I’m horrible at this whole thing. So just trash it and leave me alone!”

Bakugou looked startled, brows twisting before he carefully responded. “Your work isn’t Bad . Even this wasn’t that bad . You have a really interesting style that I like. You make people so emotionally and your abstract work is so loud. You're not bad, this just doesn’t feel like you. It’s not what you normally make. You're not a bad artist, you can make better art than this.”

You were surprised and wiped the unshed tears out of your eyes. “I’m not used to watercolor, I got so frustrated making it and couldn’t fix it, you know? Since it was such short notice I couldn’t just redo it and spent all night upset over it.”

“You're not good at watercolor?”

“Obviously.”

Bakugou looked at the painting and then back at you. “This weekend, let’s go to the wet lab and work on watercolor basics.”

“You want to help me?”

He lifted the painting. “I don’t want to see you making messy mistakes. You're better than that. I know how to work with watercolor so I will help you.”

You were very surprised. He looked calm but very serious. You didn’t know how he was with teaching, but you supposed if he cared enough to help, it couldn’t be too bad. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Sure. It’s a date.”

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One of the best things about Midoriya being so good at papers was the help you could receive when you had to write a research paper. The two of you had spent a ton of time in the library, and then stayed up like all night in your dorm working on the paper. You weren’t too worried about it, but having help with your grammar and spelling put you at ease. Unfortunately, Midoriya was not one to pressure you to get sleep, and so with the lack of sleep, you both made your way to the coffee shop. You two needed caffeine desperately. Sitting in some of the comfy chairs in the cafe, with a macchiato and mocha respectively, you both lamented your lack of sleep, even if you weren’t doing anything about it.

You were enjoying each other’s presence when his phone alert when off. Looking down, he smiled. “Oh, it’s Ochako! She says she’s having a party, and...well. She invited me, do you, uh, want to come? I-I’m sure she won’t mind but I-I can ask.”

You watched him stumble over his words, obviously worried he came off as rude for talking about a party you weren’t immediately invited to. Before you could tell him it was okay, he was texting her back, obviously asking to invite you. His eyes lit up when she responded and he shoved his phone in your face. You had to squint to read it with how close it was to your face.

[Uravity: HECK YES PLEASE INVITE HER! I was just about to myself but if you’re with her that’ll be faster!]

Midoriya’s smile was like sunshine, and you handed him his phone back. “Well, that decides it. Looks like we’ve got a party to go to later. But, isn’t she in the dorms?”

Midoriya shook his head. “The dorms are really expensive, and her family doesn’t have a ton of money. Instead of using her financial aid all on the dorm, she’s rooming in an apartment with two other girls. They’re both really nice and it’s fun at her place.”

You just smiled at him, taking a sip of your drink. “She’s really great, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She is.”

You walked through the door with Shouto and Midoriya, and it was fucking loud. For it being a really small apartment, there were tons of people there. It was pretty great to be honest, although Shouto looked slightly uncomfortable. Once you three walked through the door, Ochako caught you two and ran over. “SHOUTO! DEKU! (Y/N)! I’m glad you guys made it!”

She grabbed the collars of two girls, one a bit taller than her, though nothing but a floating outfit, and the other about the same height. “(Y/N) these are my roommates! This is Hagakure and Tsuyu. Girls, this is Shouto and Deku’s neighbor.”

The other shorter girl, Tsuyu, brought her hand to her mouth in a coy fashion, “You mean the one that Bakuchan forgot about?”

“And then you beat him up??” Hagakure excited added, leaning over Tsuyu.

You nodded slowly. “How’d you know?”

Tsuyu smiled warmly. “Shouto showed everyone the video he took.”

You looked at Shouto, and he looked away shyly. You just laughed it off, and then got pulled into the kitchen by Ochako. Honestly she tugged you along hard enough to hurt a little. Once you were out of the boys earshot she let go and twirled in place. “Do I look pretty?”

Tsuyu answered before you could, when had she followed? “You look cute as always Ochako. But we have the same clothing style.”

You nodded. “Yeah you look fantastic. Why are you asking?”

Tsuyu gave you a mischievous look and answered for her, “She's trying to get some Midoriya ass.”

The scream that came out of Ochako’s mouth gave her intentions away, as did the flush adorning her whole face. The way she covered it did nothing to hide it. You just smiled and nudged her with your shoulder, “You look cute as fuck girl, stop worrying. He’ll love it just go talk to him.”

She nodded, marched out of the kitchen, and you poured yourself a drink. When you went to the living room, you found Kyouka and Mina messing with the stereo; essentially DJing. You called out to them with a loud as hell, “MY GIIIIIIIIIIRRRRLS!!!”

They were both excited you had come, and you and Mina convinced Kyouka to play some dance music. Something hip shaking. Mina handed her her phone for one of her playlists and dragged you to the middle of the room to dance. Kyouka, thank god for the girl, played music loud, and you could feel the base of the song in the floor, getting into the beat quickly. You and Mina always made good dance partners, and it was the most fun you had had in a long time. Spotting Ochako again, you pulled her into your dance circle of now three. She shook her head at first, anxious about dancing in front of people. You just cocked your head and gave her a sly, “If Midoriya sees you shaking those gorgeous curves of yours he will swoon so hard you’ll have him as putty in your hands.”

That realization hit her a few seconds later, and she nodded in determination. Now you had a trio of hella cute girls dancing along to some loud music, audience be damned. Thankfully though, many others took the cue to dance as well, so you three were not the only ones for long.

Midoriya was in fact, dying. He had grabbed some water to hope it would cool his face from watching Ochako dance, but unfortunately that was not working at all. It’s not like he could just ignore it either. Look at her. She’s so happy. And pretty. Help him.

He looked around to see if he could find someone to chat with and distract him, and caught sight of a mess of purple hair. Hitoshi was here!! He didn’t even know he’d been invited; this is great, he missed his friend! He ran up to his friend, grinning wide. “Hitoshi, it’s so nice to see you! I didn’t know you were going to be here. I thought you would be busy.”

His friend just shrugged, “I’m blowing off studying to be here....I’m tired.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“....”

Midoriya gave his friend a slight glare, knowing him it had been more than a few days. His dad had a quirk that kept him from sleeping, and so Hitoshi was blessed with less of a need for sleep, but he tended to abuse that gift. Purposefully not answering, he pointed at the trio of girls in the room. “I know I’m not social, but I know I’ve never seen her before. Who is she?”

Midoriya followed his hand, and saw you dancing with Ochako and Mina. You were laughing, and twirled Ochako. “Oh her? Thats (Y/N), she’s my next door neighbor in the dorms. She’s super cool.”

He looked back at his friend, and caught the way his eyes lingered on you a moment longer before looking down at him.Getting straight to the point, Midoriya asked simply, “Want an introduction?”

“Only if you tell Ochako she looks pretty.”

Midoriya couldn’t help the sharp noise that came out of his mouth, and hit his friend on the arm quickly. Instead of talking further about her, he just lead him to the trio. They all stopped dancing when they approached, which was a bit of a travesty, if he was honest with himself. Regardless, he brought his friend over to you, “Hey (Y/N), this is one of my best friends, Shinsou Hitoshi.”

Hitoshi nodded in response, and you nodded back with a quick hi. Then, you looked between Ochako and Midoriya. Hitoshi gently pushed the green haired boy towards her, and you laughed at the way his face immediately flushed. “Oh Ochako, Midoriya here looked pretty thirsty, you should take him to go get some drinks.”

They both obviously got the double entendre there, since he was literally holding a glass of water, and they both bolted to the kitchen. Thank fuck. The taller boy chuckled quietly. “Well I must have missed a lot if you’re already used to their shenanigans. What's your major?”

You smiled politely at him, “Oh, I’m an illustration student.”

“So an art kid? You might know Bakugou then.”

“He’s my other neighbor.”

“I’m so sorry.”

You laughed loud, missing the way he blinked at you. Your laugh was melodic, now that he was close enough to actually hear it. You grinned up at him and returned the question, “So what’s your major?”

“Majors.”

“Huh?”

“I’m double majoring. Neurology and Psychology.”

You just stared. This exhausted looking boy was a double science major. That had to fucking suck ass. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Nope.”

You just laughed and shook your head, believing immediately that he wasn’t exaggerating. He got to make you laugh twice. That was like, a new record for meeting a new person. Score. “So, Mr. never sleeps, what do you do for fun?”

Hitoshi, in the most monotone voice he could muster, responded, “What is this fun you speak of?”

That only made you laugh even harder, and holy shit he was on a roll. Who is this girl?

When the song changed, you heard the tell tale beginning to your favorite musical. Turning, you saw Mina, giving you two thumbs up. She did this. That beautiful alien queen that she is. You let out a loud cheer and twirled, singing the opening lines, motioning dramatically at Mina. What could you say, you were a performer by nature, and even with some cute mysterious stranger you weren’t going to filter your love for this song. Although, the subject of the song did kinda remind you of this new boy, and you couldn’t help but turn back towards him and pseudo-serenade him.

It was not lost on him. Hitoshi could tell a mile away you were now singing to him. Fuck. He is too sleep deprived for this. He just wanted to chat up this pretty girl, get to know her a little bit, and now she was singing a song about them fighting the world together. Holy shit.

When the song finally hit its high note and ended, you caught your breath a bit, and apologized for the outburst. The song is just one of your favorites and you know Mina did it on purpose; she knows you have no self-control. He just shrugged, “Your voice is beautiful, don’t apologize.”

You shrugged, honestly used to the compliment at this point. “It’s part of my natural charm.”

He made one of those little huff noises that resembles a laugh, and you felt the need to elaborate. “No really. I’m literally a Harpie. Singing comes with the whole package, you know?”

That actually seemed to surprise him, if the way his eyebrows shot up was any indication. “Oh. That’s cool then.”

The easy way he took it made you smile warmly; it wasn’t every day someone took that statement with such casual acceptance. He couldn’t quite look you in the eye, the smile making him feel blessed and all sorts of warm.

Mina ran over and tugged your shoulder, begging to dance some more, and he nodded, making the generic excuse of needing a drink himself, and just like that you parted ways.

Hitoshi got to the kitchen and scoured it for a pen and paper. They had to have scratch paper in here, right?

A few hours had passed, and you were hanging out on the couch with Mina, half engaged in what she was saying, half falling asleep. Mina’s sudden silence actually had you wake up a bit more, and following her gaze, you saw the purple haired mostly-stranger from earlier in the night. He was close enough that you jumped at the sight. “Fuck, how long have you been standing there?”

Mina snickered, “Too long.~”

Instead of answering, he cleared his throat, shifting his weight back and forth. “I just wanted to say, if you ever do need someone to fight for you, call me.”

He leaned over and pressed a slip of paper in your hand, and then turned on his heel and power walked out of the room. If not for the wall in the way, you would have seen him pump his fist for getting that out of his mouth.

You just stared at your hands, slowing unfolding it and staring at the phone number in your hand. You might just try to commit his awful handwriting to memory. “Did....that actually just happen?”

You turned towards Mina, who had been keeping her laughter inside until that moment. “Holy shit I knew he’d get all bent out of shape over that song! I didn’t think he’d use it as a pickup line, though. And it worked!!”

You nodded dumbly, and she quieted her laughter. “Are you gonna call him later, or what?”

“Oh hell yes.”

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You found yourself sitting next to Ochako in the football field; the tiny oasis of the track. On the blacktop was Midoriya and Iida, who were both doing a workout. Well, Iida was doing a workout, Midoriya was just racing him for fun. The two of you girls were simply lounging in the grass, enjoying the brisk air. You were more enjoying watching Iida with his track practice; though, which Ochako was bound to notice. And she did. “You’ve been staring at Iida for like fifteen minutes straight now, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

She obviously wasn’t going to drop the subject though, and continued, “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m going to make that man my wife.”

Ochako was immediately shocked by the statement, but then busted out laughing. “Do you really think he’s wife material?”

“He’s literally perfect.”

“And how is that?”

You gave her an incredulous look, of course she knew how perfect he was. She just wanted you to say it out loud. She lived for sappy lovey-dovey bullshit. Not that that was really a bad thing. It was sweet of her.

“Look, first off he is just super nice. Like genuinely nice. He’s altruistic; he’ll legit do something completely for the benefit of the other person and of personal gain. He’s mindful of his physical and mental health. He always goes to bed at a decent time. He keeps up with exercise and a good diet. It wouldn’t be like some guys where you feel like you have to be a second mom and make sure they don’t die. He’s super punctual, so he’ll never be late to a date. He would probably show up like an hour early. Did you know I once had a boyfriend be like two hours late to a date because he’d been playing videogames all night? That would never happen with him. And, he’s totally clean. He’s straight edge, well dressed, and just well put together. And god is he smart.”

When you finished your rambing, you looked back at Ochako, who was grinning from ear to ear. You knew that had been exactly what she wanted. “That was so cute, you are just too cute!”

You went to shush her, but she was shushing you back. You figured out why when you heard the grass being trampled down in your direction. “Excuse me, but may I have my water bottle?”

Iida was running up, dripping in sweat, asking for water. You jolted, feeling a freezing wet sensation on your arm. Ochako was handing you her water bottle. Nice going girl. Thanks. You handed the water bottle over, and he took a few sips, before looking between the two of you. “What have you two been talking about?”

Before you could visibly tense up, Ochako smiled, “Oh nothing, so what is your workout exactly?”

That just lit the fire in him, and he just started on this long winded explanation of his entire workout. Instead of listening to his explanation, you were busy watching him. His hair was tousled from the wind, and the chill in the air dusted his nose and cheeks in red. His jogging pants were clung tight against his legs, and holy shit he’s so attractive like what the hell. He’s so handsome and nice he really is perfect.

“(Y/N), are you alright? You haven’t said a word this whole time, and you look a little dazed.”

“Oh no sorry, I was just looking at you. You look a little cold.”

His face redend slightly more, and he cleared his throat, “Thank you for your concern, (Y/N), but I am just fine. I will be done in just a bit; however, should we all go get lunch afterwards?”

You and Ochako both nodded in agreement, and he jogged back to where Midoriya was waiting. As he left you couldn’t help but look at Ochako and grin, “I hate to watch you leave but I looove watching you go.~”

Ochako lost it at that, and you heard a thud. Turning, you saw Iida had tripped and fallen. When he sat up, his whole face was dark red. He pushed up his glasses, got up, and stumbled his way back to Midoriya. Ochako was only laughing harder at that.

You really couldn’t feel any shame.

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You were leaving your last class with your dorm-mate Nemuri, walking out into the courtyard. It had been a long ass day, and you both were ready to crawl into the dorm, put on comfy clothes, and nap for a few hours. Before that you had to figure out what to eat, and right now the plan was to go to the student union and grab some fast food. You were both enjoying the clean air, before noticing a tall, lanky, blonde boy out in the grass. He was messing with a camera on a tripod. You didn’t recognize him, or the camera, so you could tell he wasn’t a photography major.

You motioned to Nemuri, seeing if she recognized him. She nodded, mentioning she’d seen him at a party or two. His name was Toshinori, and he was a film major. Before you could stop her, she ran over. You didn’t want to bother the guy; he was obviously busy. But she just ran right up to him like she’d known him for years. “Hey Toshinori, what are you up to?”

He looked up at her with fucking adorable baby blues. “Oh hey Kayama, I’m just testing this setting for a film project.”

“You need models for placeholders?”

His eyes lit up at the suggestion and he stood, towering over both of you. “That is an excellent idea. Would you like to help me?”

“Me and (Y/N) here.”

It wasn’t until then they he even noticed you were there. He looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Toshinori Yagi. Sorry I didn’t see you earlier.”

You smiled, taking it all in stride, “I’m not surprised. I look pretty plain next to Nemuri here.”

He seemed at a loss for what you said, shaking his head in response. He wanted to say that wasn’t true, but given how little he knew you, he wasn’t sure if it was his place. Plus, if he was honest with himself he was usually pretty awkward. Instead of dwelling on it, he got back to the task at hand. “Well this will be perfect. I’ll be able to map out the camera angles this way.”

You both nodded and he led you over into the grass under some nice big trees. “Just go ahead and talk like you were, I don’t need you to do anything special.”

Nemuri nodded and turned to you. “So dinner and drinks? I think I changed my mind about the student union.”

“I don’t wanna make food though. Do you?”

“Ew no. Lets just order pizza then.”

“Sounds great. But drinks? You finished off the vodka in the dorm.”

“True. I’ll go buy some beer.”

“I hate beer.”

She laughed, knowing you would drink it anyways. You caught Toshinori moving angles out of the corner of your eye.  You watched him set his camera back up, smiling to himself. Nemuri shocked you out of your mind when she called you out, whispering, “He’s cute, huh?”

You felt your head rush as the blood ran straight to your head. “Shit, don’t just say that.”

She turned to look at Toshinori and smiled sweetly, or as sweetly as she could without looking like a demon. “Hey Toshinori, wanna have pizza with us later?”

He looked up from his camera and smiled politely at her. “Are you having a party?”

“Nah, it’d just be us three. Unless we wanna make it a party.”

You nudged Nemuri, “Our dorm is tiny, we can’t really have a party.”

“Fine, we’ll invite Shota and Hizashi.”

You nodded and smiled, “That is acceptable, I like them both.”

She looked back at Toshinori and winked, “Don’t let her fool you, she gives Hizashi a run for his money.”

Toshinori’s smile was the kind that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement. It was beautiful. He nodded, agreeing to the little get together. Nemuri gave you a knowing smile, and you had to pretend you were fine and that you didn’t want to smack the shit out of your best friend.

“You invited him over, holy shit I can’t believe you!

Nemuri laughed at your outburst the second you got into the dorm. She nudged your shoulder, with a sadistic smile. “You need to get laid. Or at least make out with someone.”

You slapped her arm, feeling the sting in your hand more than she felt against the sleeve of her shirt. “Holy shit if you say that to him I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll pull your heart out of your chest and feed it to crows. Don’t you dare.”

She took your threat as the bluff it really was. She pulled out her phone and ordered three pizzas while you hopped in the shower. After a moment she knocked on the door and called out to you. “I’ll get the booze when I pick up the pizza. Now make yourself look like a sex machine. I’m going to help all I can.”

Why was she like this? Now a huge part of you just wanted to crawl under your bed and hide forever.

Instead of giving in to your desire to hide from the world forever, you decided to dress for the occasion. You pulled out a pleated skirt and tank top to wear; something casual but attractive. You didn’t want to do something too over-the-top and make it look like you were trying too hard. You also did your makeup in a soft natural theme. The most important thing was not to look like you were trying. It was just a little get together with three of your friends and a dude you just met who is pretty cute. No big deal. If you made it look like it was a big deal Hizashi and Shouta would judge you. And Shouta judging you is one thing, but Hizashi is much worse. He is loud about it.

A while later, Nemuri came through the door with boxes of pizza and a paper bag, presumingly full of cheap beer. The moment she saw you, making your bed, she let out a wolf whistle. “You look good. No fishnets though? That skirt looks great with fishnets.”

You shrugged, setting her pillow onto her bed. “If we were going out I would do something like that but this is our dorm. I need to look casual.”

She looked at you, genuinely confused, “Why though?”

“Nemuri. Contrary to what you’re saying, I don’t wanna jump in this dude’s pants.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you eye someone like that,” she retorted, knowing that to a certain degree she was correct.

You sighed, “Just. Be cool. I want to get to know him. Take things as they come you know?”

She seemed to get what you were saying though, and responded with understanding, “So you do want him. You just don’t want to look desperate.”

You shrugged, you supposed that was close enough to the truth. “I don’t know the guy like at all. I don’t wanna come on way too strong if it turns out we’re incompatible.”

That satisfied her, and she pulled out her phone to call Hizashi and Shouta and invite them over. In the back of your mind you felt she should have called them before getting all of the food, but you both knew these boys had no life either so they were definately free.

About an hour later,the party had started. And by party, you meant you and Hizashi were singing loudly to music videos, while Nemuri did Shouta’s hair. Toshinori watched everything with a smile on his face; likely feeling out of place, but happy to be included. After a short period of time, Hizashi noticed the camera strung around his neck. “Hey Toshi you wanted to take pictures?”

Toshinori looked at Hizashi, smiling at the nickname. “Oh well...If I have everyone’s permission I guess. I wouldn’t post anything since we’re drinking.”

He looked at everyone, signaling a response. Nemuri smiled wickedly behind Shouta, “Make sure to get some good ones.~ And give them to me later.”

Hizashi almost burst everyone’s eardrums with a loud “HEEEEEELLLL YEEEEAAAAAH!!!”

You shrugged, smiling, “Yeah sure it’s fine.”

Shouta just shrugged, not looking up from his phone while Nemuri braided his hair. He knew he wouldn’t do anything embarrassing, so what was the point?

Toshinori’s eyes lit up, it wasn’t very often that people he barely knew would let him take pictures of people.

The party quickly turned into Toshinori taking pictures of you and Hizashi singing, Shouta relaxing, and sneaky candids of Nemuri. He learned quickly that if she knew he was taking a picture of her, she’d pose like a pornstar. He didn’t feel comfortable taking those kind of pictures, so he snuck pictures of her when she wasn’t paying attention. Altogether it was a really fun time.

At some point you walked out onto the little balcony, cheap beer in hand. You had had enough beer to make the tiny dorm full of five college students a little too suffocating. It was cold outside, and so you just sat down to get some fresh air. You were only alone for a few minutes, when Toshinori came out to check on you. He cleared his throat gently, “It’s cold out here.”

You stared ahead, nodding, “Yeah. I needed it.”

He nodded awkwardly, and looked around, “It’s pretty out here, huh?”

You followed his eyes, not really seeing much of anything. You weren’t sure of what he thought was pretty about the dull night. You heard him shuffle just before a quiet, “Can I sit here too?”

“I’m not stopping you,” you said with a gentle smile. He looked cute, and very out of his element.

He sat down next to you; both of you with beers in your hand. You two looked up at the sky, watching the stars twinkle. You were in close proximity, knees touching where your legs were crossed. You sat in comforting silence, until he carefully broke the silence. “It's nice to meet you.”

You stared dumbly at him, barely stuttering out a “U-uh yeah...me too.”

His smile at your response was angelic; blonde hair framing a thin face with piercing blue eyes. His bright smile made your entire soul hurt, it felt illegal. He glanced to the side for a moment, “I really hope I get to see you around more. You’re very interesting.”

It made your heartbeat speed up for some reason. You were glad you were outside, the heat inside would have you sweating at this point. “You’re cool too,” was all you could think of.

He gave a bashful smile, looking away.

Half an hour later, your beers were finished, but you sat unmoving while watching the stars. While there was no reason for you to still be out there, and at this point you were both freezing, neither of you wanted to get up and end the moment you were having.

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You and Hizashi came through the double doors of the club, matching grins splitting your faces. Your best friend immediately made the joke, “Walk up in the club like what up I got big hair.”

Despite the dissonance in rhythm to the original joke, you still laughed. It had been his idea to come to the club, and a small part of you wondered just how long he had been waiting to make that joke. Nemuri was totally on board with the plan to spend the Friday night in the loud building, dancing and drinking the night away. She was only slightly less on board when she was reminded that she was the designated driver this time around. But she still liked the idea of dancing. Her only other complaint was that you all weren’t going to a strip club. She was quickly outvoted by the boys.

Shouta and Toshinori, however, didn’t particularly want to be in the building. Shouta wasn’t a people person. He didn’t enjoy dancing, especially around a ton of sweaty strangers who all wanted to drink and make out in the bathroom. Toshinori was very self-conscious about his appearance when his quirk wasn’t active. Nemuri had tried to comfort them both, saying that although she couldn’t drink, she would give them both drinks to help them loosen up. Shouta deadpanned at the offer, but Toshinori had seemed flustered at the idea of any girl getting him drunk.

You and Hizashi made your way to the dance floor not long after getting there. You two had already had a few drinks before getting there, and so the two of you were just tipsy enough to forgo the drinking and go straight to dancing. The two of you weren’t too close of each other. You could see each other, and hear the other talk, but you weren’t close enough to touch until you both put your arms out. You were both loud as fuck, so being able to hear the other didn’t really mean much.

Nemuri slid the brightly colored drink to Toshinori, casually brushing his hand. “Those two need to figure their shit out,” she murmured, motioning towards you and Hizashi.

He tilted his head in confusion, but Shouta supplied the information he was needing. “They’ve been dancing around each other emotionally for like a semester and a half. It’s gotten painful.”

“How have they been dancing around each other, then?” Toshinori asked, surprised when Nemuri gave a wicked grin.

She cocked her hip some, listing all the ways. “He spends more time at our dorm than he does at his own. When they hand out they just like, cuddle on her bed. Usually it’s like, they’ll listen to music together and share earbuds, or they’ll play Animal Crossing together or something. But they get super close and cuddly. He’s been trying to get her to join his band since they met. She’s not a music major so she’s not too keen on the idea, but he’s like this close to changing her mind.”

Shouta nudged her slightly and spoke up, “He straight up has a huge crush. He’ll gush about how pretty she is, and how smart she is. He’ll find any excuse to hang out with her. Unfortunately, being his best friend and ‘good at keeping secrets’, he tells me everything. But, you try to get him to say something to her? He chickens out big time.”

The three of them erupted into amused laughter. Toshinori expressed that he hoped you two would get your feelings across.

Not long after that, the two of you came back to get some water. The dancing loosened both of you up quite a bit, so you were much closer walking side by side. Hizashi noticed a wide smile on Toshinori’s face, and he wasn’t quite sure he liked that smile. Still, you both sat down at the bar and drank your water, willing your heartrate to die down and let you two rest before dancing again. Nemuri draped her arms around your neck and asked how the dancing was going. Hizashi answered for you, saying it was just getting started. He then got up, and with the most dramatic point, shouted, “I challenge you, to a dance off!”

You burst out laughing, he was so damn extra. You accepted anyways, and he grabbed your hand, dragging you out of your chair and back onto the dance floor. Nemuri hummed the melody to ‘So this is Love’, as you two headed to the dance floor. Toshinori laughed when he understood her reference.

Once on the dance floor, Yamada patted your head. “I gotta go request the song,” he said, laughing as you swiped at his hand. You laughed, watching him run away all excited.  You watched him go right up the DJ like he knew him, which he probably did, and whisper something to him. Then he ran all the way back. Both of you were smiling at each other as you waited for the current song to finish. It didn’t take long, and soon the DJ shifted into Hot Damn by Shadowboxers. You laughed at him, and laughed even harder when he spun and yelled, “Battle Start!”

You laughed while watching him dance to the first verse. His dancing was all footwork, even as he was singing along. You guessed he learned to dance like that so that he could more easily sing without exerting himself too much. He passed the dance onto you with a flourish of his hand, and you caught it with a smirk, sliding the kinetic energy straight to your hips. You felt the music called for more flexible torso movement. He seemed to agree, if the way he stared was any way to measure. You sang along as well, and handed the dance off to him in the same way at the first ‘Ooh.’

He realized he needed to step up his game, and did his best. He also got a bit closer to you. After the chorus he tossed it back to you. Thankfully he happened to give you the best part of the song, and you got to sing along to the repeated “if it’s only love,” slowing down your tempo to match. You smirked at him, using the slow moment to get closer. You watched him swallow and dance back. You both knew he was losing this dance battle. You ended up just dancing together, enjoying the end of the song.

Back at the bar, you three companions watched the dance off. Nemuri was just deadpanning, and at one point loudly declared, “Just make out already!”

Not that either of you two heard her. Shouta commented that he could feel the tension from here, and Toshinori thought Hizashi might catch on fire from how hot his face looked.

You came back to the bar when the song was over; your victory meant Hizashi owed you a drink of your choice. Nemuri smirked at the two of you, “So, was that a mating ritual or what? Birds use song and dance to try and get booty, right?”

“That is definitely what that was,” Shouta responded.

You turned red, understanding the insinuation. Even then, all you could say was, “Wait, what?”

Hizashi made this high-pitched squeal, like he was dying, or like he was a balloon being deflated. Nemuri just laughed at the noise, and then Hizashi shot himself in the foot with a, “Not unless I buy her dinner first, shut up guys!”

Before anyone else could respond, you looked at him, “You’re buying me a drink, so that’s basically the same thing.”

Hizashi squeaked again, and leaned on Shouta enough that it looked like they could both topple at any time. “Is this real life?” he asked in a stage whisper.

Without any hesitation, Shouta simply responded with, “Nope. You had a heart attack on the dance floor and now you’re dead.”

“That’s what this feels like.”

Shouta rolled his eyes and looked at you, you just smiled at Hizashi more. When he caught your gaze, his face turned an even darker shade of red. “Wait, are you serious?”

Instead of answering, you reached over and patted his head, then excused yourself to the bathroom, telling him to surprise you with the drink.

That left him all alone with the other three, engulfed in a panic. What does that even mean??!

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            Shouta and you made your way up into the library. You shared a sociology class and had a test coming up. Even though neither of you had a problem with the class, Shouta had asked if you wanted to cram together the weekend before the exam. It had been the first time he had asked something like that of you, and you were more than happy to oblige. You half regretted it though. It had gotten awkward, real fast. Neither one of you were particularly talkative as you set up your study table, and you had a feeling it would stay in this awkward silence for most of the afternoon.

            You were extremely fond of Shouta. He was intelligent and kind, yet quiet and reserved. He was not one to give praise where it wasn’t earned, and often wouldn’t give praise even when it was. To be honest, you were smitten. He was attractive, and smart, but hard to read. It was almost heartbreaking, you wouldn’t easily tell how he felt about you. He didn’t treat you any differently than his other friends. While you were happy being his friend, you couldn’t help but feel an emptiness when you thought about your relationship. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, fearing not only rejection, but the ending of the platonic relationship that you had.

            For the Shouta, however, his feelings were transparent. He was constantly having to pull himself back, he felt. You were this friendly, talkative, social person. You were kind to everyone, always bordering on flirtatious. It drove him mad every time you looked at him. All he wanted was to hold your hand, or embrace you, but he knew if he had any sort of physical contact, he’d never be able to let you go. So instead he had to constantly hold himself back.  You were so brilliant and airy, he was terrified he’d drag you down if he ever tried to pursue a relationship.

            Here you two were, though. He had asked you to study with him as an attempt to talk to you more; to be alone with you in a setting that would keep him in check. Instead it was quiet and awkward. You two were studying on your own pretty much, speaking the bare minimum. He knew he had to start up a conversation, or else the entire afternoon would just be this dead, awkward interaction. So, he cleared his throat, and quietly said, “Can you look at this paragraph for me? I haven’t quite figured out what they’re trying to say.”

            When you looked up you were slightly surprised. He hadn’t asked you to look up a specific paragraph, simply ‘this’ paragraph. He was looking back up at you and was pointing at his own book. You were reading the same book, so why didn’t he just tell you. You shrugged and walked around the table, coming up behind him so that you could see what he was talking about. The print was small, forcing you to lean down to read it. Your arm brushed his, and you could feel him jolt.

            When you turned and look at him, he was bright red. You stood straight, feeling like you’d probably done something you shouldn’t have. He looked up at you, and when you met his eye contact you could feel yourself heat up. He moved his eyes from yours, to your lips. And licked his own. It was all you could do not to let a noise escape your throat; you were silent watching him. His face was completely different from usual, and when he scooted his chair back, you lost any self-control you would have had.

           The moment the space was clear, you hopped right into his lap. He didn’t even jolt that time, instead wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face into yours, kissing him with a feverish demand. The stalemate you had both been maintaining was finally broken, and you two drowned in the passion you threw at each other.

            It wasn’t until Shouta pulled his mouth off yours, that the two of you panted and really looked at each other. Shouta looked wrecked; his bangs were a mess where they had been pressed against your head, and his lips were glossy from spit and red stimulation. His eyes had a shine to them, as though he was more alert than lustful. After a few more deep breaths, he managed to say, “I’m so sorry I’ve been holding back for so long. You’re just so wonderful I didn’t want to bring you down.”

           You just stared at him for a moment, before smacking him on the top of the head. “Holy fuck you’ve been holding back?! I have been desperate for your attention, had you told me something sooner I’d have done this a long time ago!”

          He just blinked at you, slowly processing what you had said. Somehow, his face turned even more red, and he looked away, quietly apologizing a second time. You smiled, grabbed his chin and made him look at you again. “Oh don’t worry so much, you just have to make it up to me.” 

          The realization of what that meant put a smile on his face, and he pulled you closer by the hips once again. “That I can do.”

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            It started when you and Nemuri were hanging out in your shared dorm, looking through a shopping site on your tablet. You’d been bored as hell all day and were just doing the antisocial version of window shopping, but a certain dress caught your eye so often you just had to keep the tab open. Nemuri had looked up when you lamentingly sighed, and you knew you’d have to explain yourself. “There’s this dress. It’s so, so, so cute and I want it but it’s really expensive and I know I’d never have a reason to wear it.”

            “How cute?”
            “It’s a short, glittery black dress with a baby doll type cut. And, its got one of those collars that is closed up above the collarbone but then opens up to show off the cleavage. Like a keyhole but higher up so it’s more elegant.”

            Nemuri gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before smiling. “How about this. If we get it, I’ll take you out once it comes in and we can give you a reason to wear it.”

           You slowly nodded, and she took the tablet. Apparently, by we she meant herself, and wouldn’t hear a word of your plea to pay her back. She passed it off as a treat yourself moment but changed it to her treating you when you reasoned that if it was a treat yourself moment you would have been the one to pay.

           “When this comes in we’ll go clubbing. You will look hot as hell in this thing!”

           While you didn’t realize it, she intended to buy you the dress so that she could bask in your beauty, and that it was really her treating herself. She was into you. Had been for quite a while now, and while she tried to be transparent sometimes, something about you actually made her a little anxious about outright saying it. So, she settled for buying you cute things and admiring you from a far.

            When the fateful day came Nemuri realized she wouldn’t be admiring you from afar at all; this was going to be a date. She would get to be close to you. She hadn’t invited anyone else out, and so this was strictly you and her. She wouldn’t have to share you with anyone, as long as she could make others keep their distance.

            You, though, had no idea this was a date. You took what Nemuri said at face value. You were simply going out with your best friend to be hot and unobtainable. It wasn’t like you were attracted to Nemuri, god you would have to be blind to not think she was hot as fuck, but Nemuri was very blunt, and she’d never really made it known that she had any feelings for you. You assumed that was because there were none.

            As soon as you got there you and Nemuri started drinking. It was funny though, Nemuri took down shots right off the bat like she was trying to chase something other than the vodka sliding down her throat. It was like she was nervous to be there, always hanging around you and then backing off slightly to get another drink. By the second hour there she was absolutely wasted, and you felt a little bad. She was always cute when she drank, but normally she wouldn’t let herself get to the point where she was a little out of control. Nemuri had at least 5 shots before you could even finish your first cocktail. Once she was drunk she got much closer to you, hands lingering on your skin like they usually did.

            At some point you stood up, and she followed suit, only to wobble precariously. You steadied her arm, and she smiled softly at you. “God, I love you, (F/N).”

            God she was drunk.

            You slowly lead her to the bathroom, keeping an eye on the slightly glazed look your best friend had. You were worried she would vomit, and your hunch was right, as you had to hold her hair up when you reached the bathroom and she purged the undigested vodka out of her body. After she smiled at you and rested her head on your shoulder. “I really do love you.”

            “I know Nemuri, you’re my best friend.”

            Nemuri sat up quickly, causing you to panic slightly. Holding up a finger, in an attempt to keep you from holding her steady, she pressed, “No. No I love you.”

            “Nemuri you’re drunk as hell.”

            You two are friends, platonic love is just natural. Plus, she’s hella drunk, she doesn’t even know half of the shit coming out of her mouth. You had to table the thought that she could be telling the whole truth; it was just her drunk brain talking.

            Nemuri was having none of it though and covered your mouth. “No, I love you. I wanna eat you out.”

            She didn’t stop there and kept running through the list of things she wanted to do to you, each more explicit than the last, and you had to cover her mouth before the drumming in your head made you pass out. Your face was so hot and after pulling her hand off you gave her a harsh whisper of, “Oh my GOD Nemuri shush!!”

            “Not until you date me, beautiful.” She responded after pulling your hand down.

            You were really in shock over all of this, but you did know one thing. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

            “Okay babe.”

            The next morning poor Nemuri was so hungover. She couldn’t even make it out of bed, and you kept the lights off in the dorm to help keep her from getting a migraine or anything. You didn’t bring up the nights events; if she didn’t remember it, it was probably for the best. You weren’t going to get your hopes up that any of that was legitimate; you knew better than to trust a drunk person’s words. But, when you got up to ask if she was okay, she smiled up at you with a twinkle in her eyes despite the pain across her face. “Would you be a dear and get your girlfriend a glass of water?”

            Your face must have turned bright red at her words, because she barked out a laugh before groaning and quieting down. You sighed and smiled, smoothing down her bangs some with your cool hands, “Fine, I’ll get my girlfriend some water and crackers. You need to eat.”

            Nemuri lit up even more at the acceptance and sighed peacefully at the cool touch to her forehead. Feeling this shitty was definitely worth it. Hell, she’d do it again if it meant being pampered by you.

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            You wouldn’t consider yourself a vain person, but here you were, painting your face with the best brands of makeup that you had. You were currently putting on eyeliner, making a much very pronounced wing that looked hot as hell. You were going for a punk rock kind of look, and passively thought you should send a selfie to your friend Mina. She responded quickly.

            [Woah! You got a hot date or what?]

            You smiled wide and texted her back.

            [Yeah, I do, with a certain hot, sleepy boy.]

            You waited for her to respond and powdered your face when you didn’t get another immediate response. The response came in the form of your ringtone starting up, shocking you with its loud jazz chords. You saw Mina’s face on the screen and answered. She completely skipped over any pleasantries, “Wait you mean you’re going on a date with Shinsou? You two have been talking and you hadn’t told me?”

            You looked down with a twinge of guilt, “Well yeah...”

            Instead of sounding disappointed, she squealed, “Tell me about it girl!”

            You made a noncommittal noise, “Mostly we've just been talking about stuff we like. And I let him tell me about his lectures. He was surprised when I told him I actually really like psychology, so like most of the time that doesn’t fly over my head too high.”

            “You get that shit?” She sounds impressed.

            “Yeah and we're gonna go like. Go around town and stuff.”

            She laughed lightheartedly, “So it’s not like a dinner date or anything”

            “Nah we might get something to eat but it’ll probably be just fucking around.”

            Mina laughed, “Well then, good luck. Make him take you on a real date next time okay?”

            You agree, and she hangs up while you’re both laughing. It didn’t make you stop laughing, but you finished your makeup through the giggles.

            When you finally finished your primping, you picked up your phone again and sent a quick text to Shinsou.

            [okay I’m ready]

            It didn’t take long to get a response from your date.

            [I’ll be there soon then]

            True to his word, he showed up not long after. When you answer the door, you get a good look at him. He’s in a purple button up, covered by a gray hoodie and dark navy jeans. He looked good, it looked like he’d tried to do his hair, but failed miserably. His wild hair gave his nervousness away, and that made you feel a little more at ease. You both were super nervous. At least you were on the same page here. He looked down and raked his eyes up your body, face growing a pretty bright shade of red. “You....you look really good,” he was looking away, scratching the back on his head. Compared to you he probably felt underdressed.

            “You look really good too, Shinsou.”

            Shinsou opened his mouth silently and closed it a few times, trying to form words. It took a while for words to find him. “Well, uh, are you ready to go?”

            You smiled and grabbed your purse, then locked up behind you and followed to his car.

            When you get to his car it’s a shitty ass Honda accord. It was purple, but like a lavender color, most likely because it’s faded and old. You looked at him and smiled. “I like your shitty car.”

            “Thanks, it’s very shitty.”

            “Just how shitty?”

            “Shitty enough that the trunk has to be popped open with the key, but not so shitty as to break down while going down the road.”

            “Well that is just the right amount of shitty.”

            He smiled softly as he got into to car. Your sense of humor was so compatible with his. You were clever and funny. He had to open your door from the inside, and you slid in happily and buckled in.

            When he started the car, his radio sprang to life, singing some station that played whatever the fuck they wanted. It was set to a low volume, but neither of you bothered to turn it up, preferring to bask in the relaxing atmosphere. When he started driving you glanced at him. “So, where are we going?”

            He glanced back at you out of the corner of his eye and smirked, “It’s a surprise.”

            You laughed and left it at that, enjoying the quiet again. Well, it wasn’t really quiet, you relaxed listening to the quiet hum of the engine under the gentle radio noise. Better yet, you could hear Shinsou hum along periodically.

            “You know, I looked up that musical you sang at the party.”

            You blinked and looked at him. “You looked up Heathers?”

            “Yeah it was really cool. I’m not usually that into musicals but the plot was cool.”

            You grin at him and tilt your head, “It's basically Mean Girls but with murder.”

            He laughed at that, and it was absolutely beautiful.

            When he parked it was in front of a gas station. You looked at him and he grinned, pointing at the store. You looked over and realized it was a fucking 7eleven. You grinned and tapped his shoulder, “Oh my god Shinsou you dork.”

            He grinned devilishly and opened the door. “Want a slurpee?”

            Instead of answering, you just jumped out of the car and run into the store. He had to quickly jump out, running after you.

            He found you in the store, in front of the slurpees. Panting slightly, he laughed out, “You could have waited for me!”

            You looked back at him and gave a mischievous grin, “Well then you should have been faster.”

            He mirrored your grin and grabbed two of the styrofoam cups. “So what flavor do you want?”

            You looked at the machine and scanned the different flavors. There were classic ones, but also some soda flavors too. You’d heard that the coke one always tastes like flat coke though so that was no good. Classic it was. “Cherry.”

            He handed you a cup, and the largest size at that, and filled his own. You followed suit, and both made your way to the counter to pay for them. Shinsou paid for both drinks with minimal argument from you, and you both headed back to the car. Once out of the convenience store you bumped his shoulder. “Thank you Shinsou, this is great.”

            “Thank you for spending time with me,” he replied with a gentle smile.

            “Thanks for making time for me, Mr. Double Major.”

            You both laughed, and he got into his car, opening your door again for you from the inside. Once buckled in, he switched the radio to CD, and the Heathers soundtrack burst to life. You just gave him your hardest deadpan stare. He just grinned in return and flipped through songs until he got the one he wanted: Freeze Your Brain. The dork.

            You couldn’t stop laughing as he started singing along. His voice was surprisingly strong, even though he talked like he doesn’t use it very often. His smile drove you to sing along as well. It was hard not to; the song was one of your favorites. Shinsou started up the car again and drove, seemingly aimlessly.

            Eventually he parked in front of a public park and turned to smile at you. “Do you want to go for a walk? It’s actually pretty warm out today.”

            You nodded, and both of you got out and headed down the walking path. He was right; it was very warm, and while the slurpees were cold as hell, it was a pleasant feeling. That is, until you started to lose feeling in your hand from it being so frozen. “Jesus fuck my hand is losing the battle with the slurpee. I have to freeze my brain, not my hand.”

            “Give it here then.”

            You looked at him confused and held out your slurpee to him. He shook his head, and then you understood. He was asking for your hand. You could feel your face flush as you switched your slurpee into your other hand and offered him your frozen one. He held it in his, and you suppose it was working; his hand was warm and kinda sweaty. When you looked up at his face and raise a browed at him he was smirking, although there was a distinct flush to his face.

            You really did just walk around the park like that; hand in hand, walking close and humming along to the song you’d been blaring in the car. At one point you two switched places; both of your slurpee holding hands got cold so you hand to hold those ones for warmth now. It wasn’t until you heard the distinct scrape and gurgle of an empty cup that you stopped and whined. You took your hand back and opened the lid, and sure enough, the drink was gone, just droplets of red on the edges to give evidence of it’s existence. “Oh no, slurpee is gone now.”

            He laughed at your sad, childish tone at the revelation, and leaned on the light pole you’d stopped in front of. “Don’t worry. We will do this again sometime. Soon hopefully.”

            Your face lit up immediately, “You want to do this again?”

            “I’d like to do this for a long time,” he replied, that gentle smile returning to his face.

            With empty drinks, you made your way back to the car. Shinsou dumped the empty cups in the garbage can that was in the parking lot, and let you back in. By the time you were in the car, you could see the hints of evening in the sky. The radio clock told you you’d been talking like that for a few hours, not just the few minutes that it felt like. Of course, now that your body knew it had been that long, your feet screamed out in pain. You kicked your feet together to try and keep the tingles down and turned to him. “I think we ought to be heading back.”

            He gave you a confused look and was shocked when you pointed out the time. “I didn’t realize it was that late. I guess I just really like talking to you.”

            He admittance made you smile. “I enjoyed this too. It was cute as hell.”

            “Cute?”

            “Yeah it was a cute date. Ten out of ten, would date again.”

            That made him laugh, and there was a playful air about you both as he drove you back to your dorm.

            Once there he walked you up to your room. It was a slightly awkward walk; quiet, like Shinsou wanted to talk but was scared to break the silence. In fact, he seemed tense when you arrived at your door and unlocked it. Before you just left him there you knew you had to ease his mind. “Shinsou, what’s wrong?”

            “Hitoshi.”

            You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. That answer was cryptic to say the least, and you titled your head at him as a silent plea to elaborate. He took a deep breath before continuing, “If you’re going to be my girlfriend, we should probably be on a first name basis, you know?”

            Your heart stuttered in your chest and you threw you whole weight into a hug. It didn’t seem to help him that much because he was so tense, unsure of what to do. You had to get on your tip toes to do it, but you reached up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. His eyes were about the size of dinner plates when he looked down at you. “W-what…what was that for?”

            “A thank you for such a wonderful, creative first date. You’ve set a high standard for yourself.”

            He visibly swallowed at that, and you had to laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have no problem crushing my expectations. You are so incredibly interesting Hitoshi. I can’t wait to get to know you even better. Call me when you get back to your room, okay?”

            He laughed slightly and nodded, “Okay (Y/N), have a good night.”

            He laughed more freely when you shooed him away and got back into your room. As soon as you had the door closed, a dreamy sigh escaped you. You quickly pulled your phone out of your purse and texted your best friend, Mina.

            [He’s so perfect. I think I’m in love.]

           After it sent you just tossed the phone on your bed and ignored the constant buzzing coming from it. You could wait just a little while longer. For now, you had to bask in the warmth this date had given you.

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           “So, you finally convinced him?”

            You were on the phone with Mina, who was making sure you were going to be on time to her Halloween party at the club. She had rented out the whole place out for the party. It was very important to her that her best friend went. And honestly, she wanted your boyfriend to go too, she said you always acted cute and funny around him, like you were lovesick. You guessed you were. “It didn’t take as long as you would think.”

            Mina sighed, “He’s not super social, and the Dekusquad can’t come. Shinsou usually doesn’t come to an event unless Deku comes.”

            “That is true, but we’re doing matching costumes, so he’s actually pretty excited about it.”

            “Oh? That’s so cute! Kirishima and Bakugou are doing matching costumes too! Y’all are too cute!”

            “What are they doing?”

            “Like Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf or something. What are you two doing?”

            “It’s a surprise.”

            Mina whined into the phone, “Tell meeeeee.”

            “Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

            You hung up before she could hound you further. Back in quiet, you had time to finish putting your costume on before Hitoshi got there and took you out. You unpinned the dark brown wig from your wig head and put it onto your prepped head. You took the comb and smoothed it out. The color didn’t look bad on you, not with the makeup you had put on. Speaking of which, you leaned into the vanity mirror and put on mascara; the last little bit of eye makeup remaining. You grabbed your phone again and texted Hitoshi that you were ready to be picked up. Then you grabbed the blue plaid skirt off the bed and pulled it on. Then you put on some nude lipstick and grabbed the wig brush to make sure it was perfect.

            In perfect timing, there was a knock at the door, and you rushed to open it. Hitoshi was standing there and smiled down at you. “Hey,” you said.

            “Hey there.”

            He was smiling wide, clearly proud of himself. He was wearing a long dark trench coat, and his hair was all smoothed down and parted to the side. Besides that, he was in a simple t-shirt and jeans. He looked fucking beautiful.

            You returned his smile. “Hello my love. ~”

            He laughed brightly, a blush dusting his face. “You look good.”

            You leaned towards him slightly. “You look hot as hell.”

            His face turned bright red at that and he looked behind him, as if to make sure no one else was in the hall. “So, are you ready to go?”

            You nodded and grabbed the penny loafers you got for the costume and put them on. After being fully clothed, you grabbed your purse and his hand and let him lead you to his car. When you got to it he went through his usual dance of unlocking his door, getting in, and reaching over to open your door for you. Once you were in he started the car, and when the radio sprang to life, it was blaring The Heathers CD. You both cackled and Hitoshi drove to the club.

            It didn’t take you two long to get there. Or, it might have, but you two had been singing at the top of your lungs to the songs, so it felt like no time at all. You both got out of the car when you got there, but only after the song you were on finished.

            Almost right after you got into the club Mina ran over to you both. She was dressed as Ripley from Aliens and tore her way through the crowd to get to the two of you. She froze in her place as she scanned the both of you, then busted out laughing. “Oh My GOD, you’re dressed as Veronica and Jason Dean? What the fuck guys!”

            Her reaction made Hitoshi smile, which only made her shiver. “That is terrifying. You look waaay too much like him.”

            “It’s so great right?” was all you said in return, leaning into your boyfriend.

            “(y/n), Jason murdered people.”

            “Your point?” you responded, and Hitoshi gave another unsettling smile.

            Mina sighed and looked around, then paused, “Well you too are very cute and holy shit is Denki doing a keg stand?? I need to go record this right now! Sorry guys I’ll catch up later!”

            Mina ran off, and you both walked over to the bar. You sat close to each other, knees touching, and you ordered an Amaretto sour. Hitoshi paid for it but didn’t bother to buy himself a drink. He was the designated driver and didn’t like to drink and feel out of control. He had a quirk that got very dangerous if he wasn’t in complete control of himself. You smiled and sipped your drink, looking around. Across the room was Denki in a devil outfit doing a keg stand. He didn’t even have anyone holding up his legs, he was just hand standing himself. Damn he’s cool.

            You both sat and people watched, amused. You nudged him and pointed across the room. “Look it’s the boys.”

            At the entrance was Kirishima in a Red Riding Hood dress, and Bakugou in a werewolf costume. Kirishimia had his arm wrapped around Bakugou’s arm, basically dragging him inside. They were so very close, constantly touching. You leaned into Hitoshi’s ear and whispered, “Kiri looks like he wants to kiss him.”

            “Gross, what’s wrong with him?”

            You both laughed and relaxed on your stools. Hitoshi smiled happily, “You know, this is actually pretty cool.”

            “You’re enjoying yourself?”

            He nodded, and you tugged his hands, “Come dance with me.”

            He looked shocked as you got up, “But I can’t dance.”

            “Don’t care. Let’s go. You don’t really have to do anything.”

            You tugged him away from the bar and towards the dancefloor. He looked embarrassed, but he still followed.

            The music was obnoxious and loud, but it was fun to dance to. You danced, body flush against your boyfriend’s, and he was a bright shade of red. It was so cute, you had to turn to see his face better. You held his hands, making them flail slightly. “You’re so damn cute.”

            You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, kissing him softly. “Hitoshi, I adore you.”

            He made this funny little dying noise in the back of his throat, before croaking out, “W-what was that?”

            “A smooch.”

            “Do it again?”

            A few weeks before, you and Hitoshi had been on the phone late into the night. It was too late to hang out, but Hitoshi got bored studying and needed someone to talk to. Eventually you brought up the burning question. “You never told me your quirk.”

            It was silent for a few ticks after that, before he sighed and admitted, “I brainwash people.”

            “Oh cool, how?”

            It took a while for him to respond again, but eventually he did, “If I ask someone a question and they answer it, I can control their mind and make them do whatever I want.”

            “That sounds really cool.”

            “How is it cool?” he sounded shocked, and almost like he’d been hurt. Likely he had been in the past.

            “We both have manipulation quirks, so it doesn’t bother me.”

            You heard a deep breath over the phone, “Well I promise never to use it on you.”

            “Don’t bother with that, Hitoshi. I don’t mind if you do. I trust you.”

            You grinned and kissed him again. He didn’t need to use his quirk for that, you were perfectly willing to kiss him all the time. When you pulled away he was grinning, and still bright red. “Wow, I should do that more often.”

            “You didn’t do a god dammed thing, and you know it.”

            “Yeah uh, I still should do that more often.”

            You laughed your ass off and hugged him tighter. Nothing made you happier than being with him. Nothing made you feel lighter.