You Beautiful Little, Young Thing, You

When you’re sick

Langst

Lance is sick, he’s caught something, not even the castle could detect

Within a day he could barely speak and get around on his own

When he went to bed he took out his contacts, put on his glasses, and knew that putting on a face mask would only be a hard wake up

The next day arrives and Lance doesn’t come for breakfast

Pidge remembered during training Lance needed to sit down

Hunk recalled Lance refusing to eat

Keith noticed the lack of speech from Lance

Shiro noticed Lance struggling to stand let alone stay still

Allura noticed his irritability, as he’s never one to get upset or act stuck up and not laugh

Coran noticed Lance never stayed around, yes Lance showed all those other features but the fact Lance avoided everyone shocked him

They were all concerned but rather than checking they wanted to let the whole team have a day off

Lance woke up his body practically stuck to the bed, swallowed hard as he struggled to breath

His hair curly again

His glasses in place

Slowly he sat up immediately coughing horribly

Throwing himself to his feet he fell only to stand by sticking to the wall

It felt like hours it took for him to reach the control room to ask for help

The door slid open to see Lance looking like a ghost

“Help.”

Just like that he hit the ground

Defending His Honor

Izuku was never one to be poetic. He was rather straight to the point and people often found the way he described or explained things as childish. Not that it necessarily was a bad thing, but he wasn’t known for methodical speeches.

Even when comforting someone or trying to solve a problem, he was blunt. There was no room for misunderstandings or disconnect. Izuku had a goal and if it involved helping people, he’d be direct.

Something changed when he and Katsuki started dating. Izuku found himself sitting around with his head in his hands mumbling the most tooth-rotting sayings. Maybe someone would find his thoughts childish, but oftentimes Izuku could make himself cry.

With every day that passed, the more grateful Izuku felt that Katsuki had chosen him. It was a genuine dream come true and Izuku wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, Katsuki was Katsuki. He was brash, aggressive where it counted, and he could be pretty mean when the right buttons were pushed. Izuku loved it all much to the disgust of his classmates.

Izuku had been happily chatting with Todoroki and Iida when Kirishima bursted through the door. The entire class whipped their heads around to focus on the red head who seemed a bit too frantic for a school day.

“Guys! Bakugo is fighting an upperclassman!” shouted Kirishima, already spinning on his heel to run off again.

The warm smile that Izuku had been wearing was long gone. As his heart sank further and further, his legs carried him faster.

Izuku could hear the commotion and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw Katsuki and some random older guy brawling in the hallway. Much to no one's surprise Katsuki was winning.

After fighting in a war and playing a major role in defeating the most notorious villain, a simple school fight was as easy as breathing. Still, Izuku didn’t want Katsuki straining his heart more than absolutely necessary.

“Kacchan!”

The crowd went silent and the explosion in Katsuki hand quickly vanished. It seemed that the boy Katsuki had been beating up truly deserved it. No matter what the douchebag did, Izuku would rather have Katsuki by his side during the schoolday instead of risking Katsuki getting caught texting during house arrest.

“Yeah, get your crazy fucking dog just like always,” scoffed the bully. He was taller than Katsuki, but his body was nowhere near as big as Katsuki’s. He was bleeding and still hadn’t learned his lesson.

Izuku raised a brow, stepping closer to the scene. “Dog? That rich coming from a mutt.”

A couple of gasped and faint cheers came from the busy halls. Whenever class 1-A would send a jab at Katsuki, Izuku never felt the need to defend his boyfriend. It was clearly all in good fun.

This loser was not doing any of this in good fun.

“Excuse me? How are you doing to side with the bad shit lunatic? He nearly killed me!” screeched the boy, rising to his feet sluggishly.

Watching his upperclassman slowly rise from the ground was rather awkward, but he felt no remorse for not helping. “Well it seems like to me that you instigated a fight.”

The douchebag let out a breathless, baffled scoff. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” snapped Izuku quickly, letting his gaze harden as he crossed his arms. He could feel Katsuki’s piercing red eyes on him.

In all honesty, Izuku was shocked that Katsuki hadn’t spoken up yet. It wasn’t in his nature to let others fight his battles for him. Izuku couldn’t help but feel lightheaded defending his lover's honor.

“Of course a freak like you would enable another freak. Fine, let him go insane, he’ll dig his own grave then,” spat the student, clearly making a dig at Katsuki’s dying during the war. The jab was way too soon to be made in poor taste.

Izuku wanted to be ruthless. Sure his upperclassmen went low, but Izuku easily could go lower. Still, he wanted to take the high route. It wasn’t to protect himself or seem noble, but he wanted Katsuki to hear just how little Izuku cared about his attitude.

Izuku could feel his skin crawl at the memory of Katsuki dead on the battlefield, his lifeless body covered in blood. It hadn’t been a nightmare nor something Izuku could run away from.

There was no time to hold Katsuki’s body to take a moment to cry. He was fighting in a war  and that battle stopped for no one.

How dare some nobody upperclassman say Katsuki’s brashness was going to kill him when it already happened? How dare a future hero say something so cruel and inhumane. How dare someone who clearly should know better call the two people who saved the world “freaks”.

Izuku was quick to passionately shout, “I do not care for his sanity. I care for his happiness. I care for his soul.”

The hallway was silent, Izuku couldn’t help but cry. He was beyond happy that Katsuki was still alive. He struggled everyday to realize that Katsuki truly wanted him. He was so lucky and he would never let anyone attack Katsuki.

“Maybe you’ve never experienced hardships before or pushed past your own mindset to appreciate those around you, but I do. I question how someone as blind as you can be in a hero school,” hissed Izuku, feeling anger come to the front again.

Katsuki grinned, propping his arm on Izuku’s shoulder. “Yeah, there should be a rule against whiny bitches.”

Izuku lightly snacked Katsuki in the gut. “Way to kill the mood Kacchan.”

Aizawa came rushing down the hallway. It appears word traveled quickly that there had been a fight. All it took was for Aizawa to see tears in Midoriya’s eyes to shout.

“You, my office, now!”

Izuku smirked as the upperclassman had to rise to his feet and follow after a pissed off teacher. If the bully knew anything about UA, he knew Aizawa was not someone to mess with.

As the crowd quickly diffused from a lack of conflict, Izuku and Katsuki were left alone. Izuku sighed, his heart still pounding in his chest painfully hard.

“Izuku.”

“Hmm?”

Soft lips quickly pressed together. Izuku smiled at the welcomed sensation. Katsuki smirked as he pulled back from the kiss.

Without any words being used, Izuku knew Katsuki was charmed by Izuku’s loud confession. Izuku’s wobbly smile spread across his lips and he focused his gaze on the floor.

“I meant all of it,” confirmed Izuku.

“I know you did. Now never say anything like that in front of people again. I should be the only person that gets to hear those words,” grumbled Bakugo, slowly adjusting his bookbag over his shoulder.

“Okay.”

“Damn, these bitches gay,” yawned Jiro, giving away her position.

Uraraka smirked, enjoying the mortified expression on both Izuku and Katsuki. “I guess we shouldn’t have stuck around to check up on our friends.”

“Die!” yelled Katsuki, sensing off a warning explosion. Izuku watched fondly, ignoring the nagging in the back of his mind. Maybe my boyfriend is insane.

(Y'all I absolutely love Queen Charlotte I just had to write a story based off of a single quote)

On Your Shoulders

Sometimes luck never seemed to be on Izuku Midoriya’s side.

When Midoriya was a young teen, he was the victim of a hit-and-run. He had been walking on the sidewalk, minding his business, ready to return home after a long day at school when he was struck by a car. The car kept driving, but fortunately, a nearby security camera caught the entire thing on tape.

When he was admitted into the hospital he was rushed to the OR for immediate surgery. His spleen had torn so badly that it had to be removed.

While in recovery from his surgery, hospital staff quickly realized Izuku’s legs were paralyzed and assessed the damage. The prognosis was dire. Midoriya was likely never to walk again.

What made the entire situation even worse was that when Midoriya returned to school, the people he thought were his friends had outcasted him. People he had never even met before started teasing him and calling him all types of derogatory names. All because he had been the victim of a crime and was now disabled.

Katsuki Bakugo, one of Midoriya’s childhood friends, decided to throw away over a decade of friendship. The friendly “Midoriya” he always confidently called out was replaced with a disgusted “Deku”.

Doing his best to ignore the betrayal of everyone at his school, Midoriya decided he would take control of his life. Soon all his free time was spent at the rehab facility as he fought against his body to walk again. While the chances were slim, he wanted to fight against the odds.

By the time Midoriya’s middle school graduation ceremony came around, he had made incredible progress. While he still needed to utilize arm canes because his legs would still occasionally buckle, he was able to walk down the aisle to obtain his awards.

No one in the school knew Midoriya had been training to gain motor function in his legs again. So, when Midoriya magically rose from his wheelchair, grabbed his arm canes, and made his way up to the principal to receive an award, the entire school went crazy. Many were amazed and couldn’t deny they were impressed.

Bakugo on the other hand was pissed. Midoriya made a fool out of him, and he’d never forgive him for that. Unfortunately for Bakugo, Midoriya didn’t apply for the same school as him.

Whatever childish grudge Katsuki had; he couldn’t make Midoriya any more miserable than he already was. For the first time since they were babies, Midoriya wasn’t a part of Bakugo’s life.

Against all odds, fate brought Bakugo and Midoriya back together. Despite being separated by an hour-long drive, attending separate universities, and having a close to zero chance of running into each other, there was one thing that could overcome all the barriers. That was school sports.

Somehow, they both took an interest in competitive weightlifting. One moment, Bakugo is basking in the glory of his great performance, and then he’s met with the sight of Midoriya lifting the same weight with ease. Despite the wave of emotions that crashed on Bakugo, he and Midoriya seemed to agree to keep their distance.

All it took was one competition for Katsuki’s teammates to be fond of Midoriya and his teammates. Technically speaking, each student was responsible for themselves, so the pressure of competition was evenly distributed. The lack of school vs. school made it a much more welcoming environment.

It was hard not to like Midoriya once a person caught wind of his story of overcoming being paralyzed.

Midoriya was more than happy to become friends with everyone competing. They all shared a similar interest, so he didn't see the harm in becoming close with an opponent from another school. It was nice to no longer be held down by the past.

Now people could look at him as an idol rather than a waste of space. He overcame the challenges life threw at him and now he was standing on the same level as Todoroki Shoto, the son of pro-wrestler Endeavor and the boy who had the attention of everyone in the room.

The funniest thing was that Todoroki only had his eyes on Midoriya. That was the case for most of Midoriya's fellow team members. Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Aoyama, Tsuyu, Ojiro, and Shoji were all obsessed with Midoriya and everything he did.

It took three competitions for it to become impossible to keep the distance.

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

With a greeting only containing their childish nicknames, whatever awkward tension had been building between them disappeared. They both decided to leave the past in the past and share a rivalry that wasn't anything serious. It was a freeing experience for both Bakugo and Midoriya.

The end of their first year was approaching and the competitions were getting increasingly serious. The biggest competition was hosted by UA, a giant corporation that produces weight-lifting gear and trains some of the best weightlifters to date.

The weightlifting competition was to determine qualifiers for the semi-finals. Unlike any other competition, this was going to be on live television instead of an online live stream. When the event came around, the building was filled with an exhilarating energy.

Usually, at competitions all the competitors were chatting amongst one another. This time teams were stuck close together so not a lot of mindless chatter was happening. Nonetheless, Bakugo’s team and Midoriya’s team stationed themselves side by side.

Safe to say, Izuku Midoriya was a beast. Looking at him around campus, anyone would believe he was just another lanky nerd. When summer came around and people got a look at his incredibly muscular legs, people grew interested in just how strong their peer was.

While Bakugo and Kirishima recognized that Midoriya was strong judging by his muscles, they didn't believe that he would be stronger than them.

Kirishima didn't want to seem judgmental, but Midoriya's muscles appeared significantly smaller than his and Bakugo’s. He also noticed Midoriya was wearing compression socks and sports tape around his knees signaling injuries.

Kirishima and everyone else sharing the same thoughts as him were proven wrong. Midoriya was still going strong after countless rounds passed with the weight steadily increasing. If anything, no one could tell if he was struggling or not. The weight appeared to move with his body, showing no resistance against gravity.

The next round arrived, and the weight was at a staggering 250 lbs./115 kgs. Nearly everyone had tapped out except for Midoriya, Bakugo, and a couple of upperclassmen. Kirishima had maxed out at 225lbs./102 kgs.

As Midoriya listened to the buzzer ring, he lowered his calloused and scarred hands to the barbell with a grin. In a flash, he engaged his body to effortlessly raise the weight and then swooped his body into a squat as the weight was swung up and placed at the shoulders. With ease, Midoriya pushed up, finishing his squat without struggle.

Much to everyone's surprise, Midoriya rested the barbell on his chest and shoulders.

"What the hell is he doing?" hissed Bakugo, irritated at this dramatic display. For a moment he believed Midoriya was trying to get himself disqualified.

"Is he okay?" whispered Jiro in fear of Midoriya's wellbeing.

Their attention was grabbed by Uraraka who had loudly gasped and covered her mouth. Bakugo turned to Kirishima before looking back at Midoriya. "The fuck?"

"I don't know bro," answered Kirishima, concern laced in his tone.

Suddenly, Midoriya raised one hand to support the barbell while his other hand rose into the air to reveal a finger facing the wrong direction. Everyone in the room turned to watch Midoriya as news of a dislocated finger reached everyone in five seconds.

As the people at home and the crowd in the room watched Midoriya try and bend his finger, they also focused on his face. The most shocking part of the entire situation was that Midoriya's expression was calm and didn't signal discomfort.

Putting all the weight of the barbell on his upper body, Midoriya removed the hand that had been stabilizing the bar to grip his finger and snap it back into place.

“Holy shit,” croaked Bakugo with a disbelieving grin.

Todoroki stared at Midoriya in amazement as he breathed out a soft, “Woah.”

On the other hand, Uraraka sported a wrinkled nose, curled upper lip, and squinted eyes as she stared. “What the fuck?”

Kirishima stared with a dropped jaw and mortified eyes. Mina rested a hand under Kirishima’s dropped jaw before closing his mouth. Her mouth was also hanging wide up. Kaminari closed Mina’s mouth with his mouth also hanging wide open. Jiro shook her head at the entire situation and turned to leave the area.

Some people in the room let out yelps of shock, disgust, and amazement. Still, despite the small noises, the room was completely silent.

Bakugo stared up at Midoriya, choosing to ignore the pounding in his chest and the sweatiness of his palms. All he could do was stare at Midoriya and watch as he finished his jerk after dislocating and relocating his finger from his clean.

After returning both hands to the barbell and fixing their positioning, the weight was back onto his hands and arms. Not needing a moment to catch his breath or brace himself for the jerk, Midoriya thrusted the barbell over his head and locked his arms tightly.

After another buzzer rang out, Midoriya let the barbell crash to the ground with a loud bang. At that moment, the entire building erupted with screams and cheers. That was the most badass thing the weightlifting community has experienced in a long time.

Despite how intense the moment was and how Midoriya should've been also celebrating such an epic moment, he did the opposite. Midoriya turned to the cameras, offered a sweet smile with a gentle wave, and walked over to where some medics were waiting.

Midoriya had dislocated his finger, and it was rather painful. His teammates raced after him, clearly not letting him run away from their praise. Meanwhile, Bakugo watched him leave with a gaze that worried Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero.

The rest of the competition flew by. Somehow Midoriya getting injured and still performing like a pro boosted every competitor’s morale. People were lifting weights they had never dreamed of lifting before, and they were trucking it along.

There was a thirty-minute waiting period for scores and rewards. During that time, countless reporters tried to find Midoriya to interview him about the finger incident.

Soon reporters weren’t the only ones looking for Midoriya. His teammates couldn’t find him, nor could Bakugo’s teammates. They all wanted to ask him questions and make sure he was okay.

Behind the building in-between rose bushes, Bakugo and Midoriya hid away from the world. They both knew their rank and were less than worried about making it back on time. It wouldn’t be the first time they got a lecture from their coaches.

“That was sick as fuck Deku,” admitted Bakugo, looking at Midoriya’s splinted finger.

Midoriya looked up at Bakugo with a giddy smile. “Thank you Kacchan. I was worried they were going to disqualify me.”

Bakugo’s large hands grasped Midoriya’s wrist and tugged it close. “Did it really not hurt?”

It was quiet for a moment before Midoriya turned his body towards Bakugo. “I thought you knew this, but I experienced nerve damage all through my body. While my legs were paralyzed and I had to work to gain motor function back, my hands never lost function, but I lost a lot of feeling in them.”

“Is that why you’re avoiding those idiots inside?” questioned Bakugo with a smirk.

“What?” squeaked Midoriya, putting all his body weight onto the wall of the building.

“Yeah, there were a shit ton of reporters looking for you in there?” confirmed Bakugo, following Midoriya’s lead and resting.

Midoriya shook his head with a grin. “I had no idea. But now that you mention it, I have no desire to go in. I don’t want to explain my entire life story to them.”

It wasn’t hard to understand why Midoriya wouldn’t want to answer questions. His answer couldn’t be simplified to a simple I just like snapping my fingers back into place.

“All of the people would probably ask you the same boring question anyways,” sighed Bakugo, looking up at the setting sun.

A comfortable weight was placed on Bakugo’s shoulder. The soft fluffy hair touching his neck told him everything he needed to know. Without saying a word, Bakugo placed a hand on Midoriya’s propped-up knee.

After letting the comfort of Midoriya’s touch fester inside him, Bakugo decided to say what was on his mind.

“Sorry for being an asshole,” grumbled Bakugo, looking away.

“Glad to know you realize you were an asshole. Let me nap for five minutes and consider yourself forgiven,” yawned Midoriya as he relaxed further.

Bakugo didn’t bother responding, but he did have to smack Midoriya three minutes into the peaceful nap. “Stop touching my pecs.”

“Shut up Kacchan,” hissed Midoriya with a childish grin.

The flash of a phone caught the duo’s attention, and they looked up fearfully only to be met with Todoroki holding up a phone. “About time. I’ve been waiting two months to get my money.”

Midoriya gawked at his best friend while Bakugo was already on his feet, ready to battle.

“I’m going to kill you Half-and-half bastard!”

Be Careful When Showering

Midoriya had joined the girls on their biweekly spa day. Midoriya really appreciated the massages and pampering that came with self-care. Midoriya’s body had recently been aching and he needed a little boost.

While Midoriya was getting a manicure, the lady questioned him on his beat-up hands. Midoriya rambled about how he got all those scars and why his fingers were permanently crooked. The woman gasped while trimming his cuticles.

Midoriya made a mental note that the edge of his nails was sharp. He enjoyed how they were just as smooth as they were sharp. The ladies all showed off what they had done to their nails.

The morning following their day out, Midoriya was talking with them before lunch. The guys stuck nearby, curious about what Midoriya was doing with the girls.

“Oh, do I have a story for you,” announced Midoriya dramatically.

The group focused their attention on him, beyond curious. It wasn’t often Midoriya wanted to share something, he was usually a listener. They were beyond excited.

“So I’m washing my ass… and I’m washing it very fast,” revealed Midoriya, being very blunt about the situation.

Hagakure and Jiro would barely contain their laughter. It caught them so off guard, they had to fight for their life to hold back. Mina and Momo were very invested, needing to know where this ass-washing was going. Uraraka and Tsuyu were relieved to hear Midoriya washed his ass, unlike some guys. Sometimes they worried for their friend's sanity with how little he takes care of himself.

Meanwhile, all the guys listened with dropped jaws. They couldn’t believe Midoriya was talking about washing his ass in front of the girls. That wasn’t something casual that Midoriya should talk about like it was a normal Tuesday.

“And since I just got them done yesterday and they were smooth but sharp…,” Midoriya took a moment of silence.

The girls already knew what was coming.

“Do you know that I stabbed my asshole,” announced Midoriya, immediately looking away in shame that he literally cut his butt because he was in a rush.

Mina clapped her hands and nodded. “Welcome to the club.”

“Happens to the best of us,” sighed Jiro, unable to stop her laughter.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was beyond amused, having to hold himself back from making fun of Midoriya. Todoroki was a bit too innocent and wanted to know how it was possible for his nail to stab his asshole. Kaminari and Kirishima had to excuse themselves, unable to hold back laughter.

It wasn’t until the next day that Midoriya found out some of the guys overheard. Todoroki walked right up to Midoriya and dropped the question.

“How’s your butthole?”

Midoriya was mortified while anyone else around was now paying full attention to the duo.

“What?” screeched Midoriya, unable to hide his fear.

“You’re butthole? You stabbed it the other day, right? I was wondering if you are doing okay,” replied Todoroki, genuinely concerned for his friend.

Midoriya’s hands moved so fast to cover his face you could hear the smack. “Oh, my god. You heard that.”

Todoroki nodded, pointing his thumb behind him. “Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were also there.”

Bakugo nearly choked on his breakfast and was visibly angry Todoroki snitched on him. “Hey! Don’t drag me into this!”

“Kacchan! You heard too?” Midoriya was on the verge of barricading himself in his dorm room for the rest of his life.

“Unwillingly,” lied Bakugo, trying to save himself however he could.

Kaminari shook his head. “Don’t lie! You were eavesdropping like the rest of us!”

Bakugo sent off some explosions. “You’re dead Dunce Face.”

Midoriya was already passed out on the ground by the time all the boys stopped fighting. And yes, he has a scar.

Oh, God. It Talks?

Izuku wiped his face, having cleaned off the filth that covered it. Having your face dunked in the toilet was common when you were quirkless. People wanted you to die so they’d make you feel like you were. Having face wash was a necessity, he’d always wash off when the bullies left. They never stuck around because deep down they were cowards.

Izuku huffed, walking out of the bathroom feeling fatigued. Even if the day had dragged on and crushed his spirit he wasn’t going to let his bullies win. He was going to push forward and achieve the great things that he wants. Spite was a leading factor, but Izuku also wanted to do it for his mom. Inko tried so hard every day and he wanted her to no longer worry.

The school was empty, most people headed off to their extracurriculars. Izuku sighed, pushing open the entrance door. Midoriya took a deep breath and relished in the sun. He could smell the grass and feel the breeze. There were no fluorescent lights or body odor to ruin his mood.

Izuku remembered Inko needed a couple of groceries so he headed off to run a quick errand. Inko had forgotten to go to a second store to grab the things she needed, but Izuku offered to get them.

Izuku reached his destination quickly and found what he needed. Izuku happily chatted with the cashier. Casual conversations were easy to get through with young adults.

Izuku left the store with his tote bag of groceries. His backpack always carried a tote bag in case he saw hero merchandise on his way home. The streets were busy, but not overwhelming. The flow of traffic was relaxing, with no villains to be seen.

When Izuku was waiting by the crosswalk, he was approached by two teens around his age, probably first-years in high school.

“Hey, would you be interested in having a deep talk with us really quick for a video?” asked the boy, seeming to already be recording.

Izuku saw no harm in it, he didn’t have anything on him that needed to be refrigerated. Besides, he still had an hour or two until Inko would start dinner. Flashing a shy smile, Izuku nodded. “Yes, I have a couple of minutes to spare.”

“Sweet, come over to the benches and we will talk,” instructed the one boy. He had crazy blue and white hair, pink eyes, and wore a nice outfit. It consisted of some nice dress pants and a loose-fitting, white button-up. He stood a foot taller than Izuku had had a charming smile.

The other person was holding the camera. They remained silent, which Midoriya assumed was because of a quirk judging by the symbols near their mouth. They had long black hair clipped back and grey eyes. They were around Izuku’s height.

They sat in front of a fountain, people could be seen walking past in the background. The scene was serene. The boy bowed quickly and introduced himself. “Thank you for agreeing to this, my name is Tobei Nishioka.”

Izuku quickly bowed back, a smile still on his face. “The pleasure is all mine. It's lovely meeting you Nishioka, I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

Nishioka felt his cheeks heat up, enamored by the powerfully kind boy before him. “Lovely meeting you too. Now let’s jump right into the good stuff.”

Pulling out his phone, there was a microphone attached to the end. Nishioka held it up to his mouth. “Are you an above-average person?”

Midoriya tilted his head, the gears in his head already turning. “In what sense?”

“Overall.”

“I don’t think anyone’s above average. I think everyone’s just different,” answered Midoriya honestly, clearly sure of his opinion. Excited about the deep questions, Midoriya complimented Nishioka chirping, “That’s an interesting question though.”

Smiling back, Nishioka realized this was going to be a good video with a good-hearted individual. Nishioka began asking questions he personally wanted to know the answers to. “You don’t think some people are better than others?”

Izuku bit his lip, raising his head to the sky in thought. “Hmm. Better… depends. I think there are maybe more good—there are people that generally tend to do more good. I would probably define that as a better person if you were to ask me. But uhm, better in any other sense; No, I think everyone’s very different.”

Nishioka looked at Izuku with a bright grin, loving the well-explained answers and the meticulous efforts put into giving an honest answer. There was something about Izuku’s energy that was refreshing. He was happy to do this interview. “What about how they contribute to the world?”

Izuku’s smile faded momentarily, reminded of his quirklessness. He was always told he couldn’t contribute to anything because of his lack of a quirk. Despite the question subtly striking a nerve, he knew his answer.

Nishioka noticed the wave of insecurity that captured Izuku for a split second. Nishioka instantly grew worried he said something insensitive or hurt Izuku’s feelings. He held his tongue when he saw Izuku nod like he was giving a shameful confession.

“Then yeah I would say there are better people than others,” replied Izuku, looking up at Nishioka with a kind look despite the doubt he definitely had felt inside.

Nishioka couldn’t help but smile, strangely moved by Izuku. “Are you one of them?”

Izuku face lit up, practically glowing upon taking a breath to answer. “Uh, not yet. I’m trying to be. I’m getting there. That’s my goal. So, we’ll see,” chuckled Izuku at the end, his voice and laughter so sweet even the boy holding the camera stilled for a moment.

Nishioka laughed himself, never having reacted this way to an interviewee before. “I hope you reach that goal, whatever it may be. Now… what is your favorite color?”

Izuku covered his mouth as he held in a laugh at the sudden shift in the questions. “Well, it use to be red because of my shoes. But recently, my heart rushes to a vibrant fulvous orange.”

“I love it! Green on the outside, orange on the inside,” teased Nishioka, causing Izuku’s eyes to go wide.

Izuku looked down bashfully, never having a conversation with some around his age go so smoothly. Even if they didn’t know he was quirkless, the kindness he received with it hidden was enough.

Nishioka moved on to the next question. “What gives you the motivation to keep going?”

Izuku pondered for a moment, huffing in frustration. “I have more than one answer.”

“Go for it! This is deep talk after all,” reassured Nishioka, shifting himself to face Izuku better.

“Fear of failure. I’ve grown up being told I am a failure so I keep pushing forwards in the hopes that I’m not actually,” confessed Izuku, his smile stiffening as the recalls the dozens upon dozens of people who told him he was worthless.

Nishioka’s eyes widened, stunned anyone could say something remotely mean to the gentle and comforting presence of Izuku. He remained silent, letting Izuku continue.

“Spite as well. Every time anyone has ever said, I can’t do that or I shouldn’t do x,y,z. I think of that every time I wanna do something,” explained Izuku proudly, an accomplished smile on his face as he spoke up about it.

Nishioka could tell that wasn’t it and wanted to push Izuku to speak about it and get out of his head. “It seems like you have another form of motivation.”

“Yes… it’s my mom actually,” revealed Izuku with a reserved smile plastered on his face. The mere thought of Inko gave Izuku strength.

“That’s sweet. Is there any specific reason why?” inquired Nishioka, curious about the deeper meaning.

Izuku smiled, happy to talk about why his mother was amazing and how she brought him motivation. “She’s a beautiful person, and I just want to, like—be like her. I don’t come from a fortunate family. My fathers across the world working with the government so we can’t talk to him. So it’s just me and my mother. So when I think about, y’know… living I just think of my mom. She worries for me a lot, and I just want to support her and make her not worry. I love her.”

“That’s a wonderful answer. It sounds like you are extremely close with her,” complimented Nishioka earnestly, feeling a strong urge to protect Izuku.

“I am really close with her. We are all each other has. She’s a stay-at-home mom, and I am an outcast of society,” joked Izuku, the seemingly self-destructive joke being a habit of Izuku.

Nishioka fired the next question, a flame in his eye. “When was your happiest moment?”

Izuku’s cheeks turned red, seemingly embarrassed. “Last summer, when I went to a beach resort for the first time with my mom. I never felt more at peace than in that moment of solitude alone with my mom.”

“Wow, that’s oddly adorable. Have you never been to the beach before then?” questioned Nishioka, curious as to how he had never been when beaches were all around.

“No, I refused to! I would never to a beach around here,” gasped Izuku, half dying from the fact the beach next to his house was a garbage can for the public.

Nishioka laughed at the dramatic reaching, rocking back as he fixed his grip on the microphone. “That’s interesting, I can understand wanting to travel to do something special like that. When was the last time you cried?”

Without missing a beat, Izuku answered, “Yesterday.”

Getting whiplash from the immediate answer, Nishioka choked on the air, coughing quickly. “Why?”

Izuku shifted on the bench, resting his hands on his lap. “I tend to get overwhelmed easily. School is a nightmare and when I get home is usually the first time I feel safe during the day.”

“Why’s that? Do you feel safe now?” questioned Nishioka, extremely worried for Izuku’s safety.

Izuku shook his head, offering a weak smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “Not really, but you get used to feeling that way. It becomes normal.”

Izuku’s phone started ringing. Izuku froze checking the contact to see that it was his mom. “Oh, it’s my mother.”

Izuku answered the call, shamelessly putting it on speaker. “Hello, Mom!”

“Hi, Sweetheart. I know you got off school not too long ago, but you’re at the shops now right?” The sweet motherly voice came out from the other end of the call.

“I actually was heading back from picking up the groceries. Why? Is everything alright?” asked Izuku, fondness in his eyes and amusement in his tone.

“Yep! I was just checking in, thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” cried Inko, so grateful for Izuku.

Izuku beamed at the praise, glad to be helpful and recognized for it. “Please, you’re the lifesaver. Anyways I should be home soon.”

“Okay Sweetie, see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too Mom, bye.”

The call ended and Izuku sat down his phone. “That short phone call made my day one hundred percent better.”

Nishioka smiled, loving the healthy relationship between Izuku and Inko. There was a strong foundation of love that was clearly unbreakable. “It’s admirable how strong your bond is with her.”

“Thank you. I’m sure she’d appreciate hearing that as well. I’m very sorry, but I must be going,” apologized Izuku, grabbing his tote bag.

Nishioka rose to his feet, preparing to wrap up for the day. “It was an honor to have a deep conversation with you. Do you have any social media we can use to identify you?”

“Oh, I apologize, but my social media is a secret.”

Nishioka nodded, backing off. “That’s perfectly fine! I am curious about why it’s a secret though.”

Izuku stands up as well, fiddling with the straps of the tote bag. “Well, I used to be cyberbullied severely and people tried to doxx me and hack my account.”

Nishioka’s eyes widened, his heart breaking for someone as wonderful as Izuku. “That’s horrible! Why would anyone bully someone as kind and pretty as you?”

“Oh, I’m quirkless. My school is built on a quirk-based hierarchy. Word spreads fast,” laughed Midoriya uncomfortably, clearly knowing he ruined whatever interaction he just had.

“That’s horrible. Well, I’ll keep your social media safe. Is there any way I can get your number? I’d love to have someone as down to earth as you in my life,” admitted Nishioka, blushing as he pulled out his phone.

Izuku’s cheeks turned bright red, resembling strawberries. “Oh! Of course!”

“Sweet, okay! Here,” said Nishioka breathlessly, handing his phone to Izuku with a bright smile.

Izuku held the phone with both hands securely, typing in his number, and name before quickly sending a message to himself. “There.”

Checking his phone, Izuku held it up with a smile. “I got the text. Care to put your name in my phone?”

Nishioka excitedly took the phone, typing in his name. He handed the phone back with sweaty palms. “I’m glad I approached you today. I’ll let you get back to your mother.”

“I’m happy you approached me as well. It was lovely meeting you and your friend, see yah,” bowed Midoriya before walking away.

Nishioka turned to his friend who was still recording and melted to the floor. “He’s so perfect it hurts.”

His friend who recorded all of his videos, a person who never spoke, agreed, “He looks too nice to be bullied. How could anyone be mean to him.”

“Right? Like all because he’s quirkless. Whatever, he has us now right dude?”

“Totally.”

1 day later

The video was uploaded and views were wracking in. Suddenly the video blew up and took the world by storm. Izuku had gained millions of supporters in seconds.

Izuku's sweet personality and soothing voice had charmed many. It was only a matter of time till Aldera Junior High got their hands on the video.

The events were cropped a bit of Izuku being approached and Nishioka and him introducing themselves. Many were surprised to see his open body language and willingness to answer any question asked to him.

When Midoriya answered the first question, many were pleasantly surprised by his answer. He viewed everyone under the same lens and recognized no one could really be put on a scale when no one was the same.

In a way, it was validating to hear that when they were all so obsessed with their quirks. They did laugh when he stated a person's contributions to the world did make one person better than another. They enjoyed seeing him “know his place”.

Their laughter disappeared immediately after they laughed when he claimed he was working to become something more than what he currently is.

When Izuku answered the simple question of what his favorite color was, many were surprised. No one knew anything about him so hearing his favorite color being a vibrant fulvous orange was a big thing for them.

There was something about his answer that was very sophisticated. The very specific type of orange was something that caught their attention. They all looked up what his favorite color looked like. They were curious.

When the following question approached, many’s jaws dropped. There was something about hearing him open up about how he was still going that haunted them. Fear of failure, spite, and his mom. Knowing he was deeply affected by their words managed to surprise them even though they were aware they bullied him all the time every day. To know he wanted to avoid being a failure by the odd chance he wasn’t despite believing he was, stung.

Izuku was running forward blindly, going off of the hope that life was worth living. While they were caught off guard by his first reason, spite shocked them just as hard. All their attempts to get him to give him only encouraged and empowered him to accomplish his goals.

When it came to his last reason, the sadness kicked in. Many had their usual teen vs. parent relationship going on. Even if that was happening at home, they still loved their parents. Hearing Izuku talk so fondly about his loving mother sent guilt kicking their gut. They could only imagine a hard-working woman that looked similar to Izuku being this golden light to him. It was painfully adorable.

Some students could understand Izuku in terms of an absent parent. Divorced parents, dead parent(s), absent parent(s), or neglectful parent(s). Those who could relate understood the pain of feeling unwanted. It was nice to hear him push forward for the sake of his mom.

There was something in Izuku’s voice that made him sound lethargic. They could hear how he was exhausted but he ignored it for the sake of promising his mother a brighter future.

Bakugo understood why. Inko and Izuku were all each other had.

When Izuku was asked about his happiest moment, a grand majority were interested in hearing his response. From what they knew, it definitely wasn’t going to be anything about school.

They didn’t know much about Izuku outside of school so it would be a surprise whatever his answer was. So when Izuku revealed his happiest moment was going to the beach for the first time, it stuck with many. Maybe it was the fact it was such a simple moment that Izuku chose to cherish.

Everyone groaned at the following question. Izuku cried all the time so they all mentally noted it would be “an hour ago” or “today”. So it was obvious that no one was surprised by his answer. What did surprise them was his reason for crying. No one expected him to openly express his issues with school. No one expected him to say something so powerful that it would haunt them for the rest of the day.

It finally clicked that Izuku felt unsafe in school. They knew why, but it was still a slap to the face to hear him admit it. If that wasn’t enough, he cried because he finally relaxed for the first time that day. That statement tore Bakugo up inside.

The phone call was a wholesome moment. Inko’s voice was more sweet than anyone had thought. Bakugo had actually relaxed upon hearing the soothing voice again after so long.

When Izuku was asked for his social media, many were surprised to hear him shut that request down. No one at Aldera knew he had social media. Hell, when they tried to find it they came up with nothing. It made sense though. They had driven him off social media once. They never thought he got back on.

What they also weren’t aware of, was that he had been attacked by people who didn’t even know him because he was quirkless. His safety was at risk and he had to shut it down to keep him and his mother protected.

Bakugo and his lackeys had watched the video in horror. They were unaware this had been happening. None of the three were active on social media enough. They didn’t care about Izuku enough to find his account and bully him outside of school. This was all new news to them.

The thing that caught everyone off guard was that Izuku openly admitted he was quirkless. Izuku not only exposed himself but Aldera as well. The way he phrased it really put things into perspective. He made everyone realize they were contributing to the toxic environment based on a “quirk-based hierarchy”.

When their hearts were already beating hard enough, they nearly went into cardiac arrest when Nishioka asked Izuku for his number. No one could believe what they were watching. Izuku got hit on. Someone genuinely took interest in Izuku, well aware he was quirkless. Many were embarrassed by how shocked they were. Part of their shock was from how Izuku was getting advances while they were still hopelessly single.

When Izuku gave his number to Nishioka, the less uppity of his peers were actually happy. There was something exciting about seeing Izuku have an intimate moment with someone. They were able to see Izuku in a new light and learn some facts about him.

The video had blown up and Izuku was trending. This started an uproar about quirkless/quirk discrimination. The conversation started and it was all because this video was the final push. It was clear Aldera Junior High would be in some hot water soon.

When the next day rolled around and Izuku came to school, he was flipping through his notebook. Many watched him through the day, beyond curious about him. After seeing a side to him no one knew about, they wondered what else they didn’t know. Information they didn’t care about before was suddenly craved.

When lunch rolled around, Izuku finally got on his phone. He scrolled through the popular social media apps to stay in the loop before texting his mom and some other people. Nishioka was clearly one of them.

Students all gossiped with one another, jumping to conclusions and making crazy assumptions about Izuku’s life.

Izuku sat alone, carefree as he scribbled in his notebook. Izuku would pick at his food as he worked, savoring each bite. When lunch was over, Izuku quickly slipped his notebook away and brought out his textbook. People’s eyes were trained on him, but he never paid any mind. He was used to the stares so why would he suddenly meet their gaze?

Throughout classes, people paid close attention to Izuku’s expressions and mannerisms. It was easy to notice that he didn’t hide his emotions well. His face would scrunch up at the teacher numerous times throughout the lesson.

When one of his classmates said something stupid to answer the question, he would thin his lips in an attempt not to laugh. Izuku had been judging everyone all along, but everyone was too self-absorbed to notice.

Izuku rose from his seat, slipping his book bag over his shoulder. Katsuki approached Izuku. Izuku had been anticipating an attack all day and assumed it was finally coming. Unfortunately, Izuku was hit with a:

“We need to talk.”

Izuku was led to a discreet restaurant hidden in the street alley. Katsuki guided him inside and the duo sat down at a table, the dining area was close to empty. Katsuki told Izuku to order anything he wanted and Izuku ordered cold soba and warm dumplings.

Izuku took a sip of his water before starting the conversation. “What did you need to talk to me about Kacchan?”

“I saw the video,” answered Katsuki bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Izuku went ghostly pale, beginning to wave his hands in panic. “I swear none of it was directed at you!”

Katsuki pinched Izuku’s cheek. “Shut it. Let me speak.”

Izuku turned a bright red, nodding shyly.

"Look, I couldn't give less of a shit about what you think of me," lied Katsuki. "I just hope you know those random extras bullying you online are nothing but cowards. They aren't worth your time."

"Oh," whispered Izuku, surprised that was what Katsuki wanted to talk about. "Thank you, Kacchan. It happened our first year at Aldera."

Katsuki raised a brow, leaning back in his seat. "Does Aunty know about any of this?"

Izuku frowned, shaking his head. "No. She doesn't know anything. I cover up my injuries to make sure there is nothing for her to be suspicious of."

"Why?"

"I don't want her to worry. I don't want her to worry about me being stuck at Aldera if she can't afford to transfer me to another school. I don't want her only friendship to be ruined if she finds out you are a part of it. It's easier to just suck it up for another year."

"Makes sense... is that loser treating you well?"

"Huh? Oh—Nishioka! Yes, he's very funny and kind," replied Izuku in a happy tone. It's been so long since someone took an interest in him. That he couldn't help but feel like a little kid thinking about it.

"Good. It seems like he's not the only one in love with you. There are a whole bunch of people in love with you judging by the comments of the video," scoffed Katsuki. The blond pretended to be disinterested, but he was still surprised at the support sent Izuku's way.

"Yeah, I'm really flattered... but I doubt it. No one would willingly risk ruining their future by quirk discrimination. People follow the herd and no one likes to be an outcast," huffed Izuku, grabbing his glass of water.

Katsuki nodded, his scowl deepening. "Yeah, just like everyone at our school follows me like losers."

Izuku couldn't help but laugh, his head bobbing up and down. "No kidding. It's kind of creepy how even the adults have these incredibly high expectations of you."

Katsuki paused, feeling his shoulders tense up. "Well of course they would. I'm a future U.A. student Deku."

"Of course, Kacchan," agreed Izuku, not a single doubt in his mind Katsuki would get in.

"I hope you meant what you said in that video Deku. If you show up at the U.A. entrance exam and fail, I'll kill you nerd!" yelled Katsuki, surprising Izuku.

"I won't fail. Just watch me-."

The server cut them off, placing two plates on the table "Soba, dumplings, and extra spicy curry."

The two decided to just end their conversation there and eat. It was a bit awkward, but Izuku would much rather prefer feeling awkward than uncomfortable. Who would've thought he'd be having dinner with his childhood friend turned bully?

when you see a leaf on my hair

don’t remove leaf

leave it

don’t take it away

i don’t care if it’s huge

the leaf chose me

it’s my crown

it’s my leaf

we are one

Do Not Engage

There was never a dull moment with class 2A. Sure, sometimes a normal day would be nice, but realistically all the teens were used to it. With everything that happened in their first year of UA and the first couple of months of their second year, most days were eventful in a non-life-threatening way.

There was a giant shift in the class dynamic. Sure, everyone was close, but the bond was incredibly close. It was safe to say class 2A turned into one giant family.

There were also new developments. For instance, romantic relationships bloomed. Kirishima and Mina were the first to announce their relationship. After seeing how fast their life can come to an end, they didn’t want to waste another moment worrying about being rejected or ruining a friendship.

Kaminari and Jiro followed shortly after. Kaminari had a revelation during the first war that the mere thought of Jiro brought him strength. They had been tip-toeing around their feelings, too wrapped up in the chaos surrounding them to address their feelings for one another.

The most anticipated relationship was between Bakugo and Midoriya. They went through hell together, both dying during the war. Only with a miracle did they both get successfully resuscitated and recover fully. Bakugo’s heart exploded and Deku suffocated from Gearshift. Both of their hearts completely stopped. Midoriya saw Bakugo’s dead body after being dragged away. Bakugo watched as Midoriya dropped dead when the fight was over.

The duo was in recovery for months, their bodies struggling to recover from overexerting their quirks to the point of death. Similar to the others, they soon realized that with the time they had left, they wanted to spend it together. They lived in a world where the other no longer existed, no matter how long or short they were dead. They never wanted to live in a world where the other didn’t exist.

The relationship was kept between the class and the teachers. No one else in the entire world knew. They were able to love one another in the privacy of the school.

Outside of UA, the entire class was celebrities for their part in the war. Society fell apart and was built back up again. Midoriya and Bakugo were recognized as the wonder duo. Deku Midoriya and Kacchan Bakugo. Hero Deku and Hero Dynamight.

Unfortunately, some adults should never be around kids, but they were. It was an average interview, but of course, things didn’t go to plan. The wonder duo was at another interview to discuss their lives and the aftermath of the war. Reporters were notorious for either being amazing or horrible. Unfortunately, the one the duo was dealing with was a bad one.

The girl was very clearly flirting with Midoriya and at one point tried feeling his abs underneath his hero suit. Midoriya froze, feeling beyond violated. Bakugo was fuming, not only pissed but jealous that some woman was touching Midoriya. One glance at Bakugo’s face was all it took for Midoriya to have the strength to defend himself on live television.

Slapping the woman's hand away while shoving her away, Midoriya spat, “Touch me again and I’ll put you through the fucking floor.”

Bakugo grabbed Midoriya by the forearm and pulled him away. “We are leaving nerd. This pervert isn’t to be trusted to keep her hands to herself.”

“Wait, please don’t go!” begged the woman, rushing over.

Midoriya turned his attention to her and did his best to not have a visible reaction. “Why would I stay?”

“I didn’t expect you to get upset. Let’s restart!” insisted the woman, bowing her head.

“As if hag,” scoffed Bakugo, pulling Midoriya impossible closer. “You haven’t even bothered to try and apologize and you’re blaming Deku for being uncomfortable when you are the one who tried to touch him like a freak.”

“You’re weird and I’d rather not answer any questions you have for me. Let’s go Kacchan,” agreed Midoriya, finally sending a glare to the entire crew.

As the adult was begging for them to say, the duo was rushing out of the room. They’d rather relax at the dorms than worry about the stupid interview. Bakugo pulled Midoriya close and bit his cheek as soon as they were on campus.

Midoriya yelped, but let Bakugo hold him close. “Kacchan?”

“That was hot as fuck Izuku,” complimented Bakugo, happy to watch Midoriya tell someone off.

Midoriya grinned, sinking his face into Bakugo’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent of caramel mixed with the faint smell of his cologne. “Only for Kacchan.”

Bakugo barked a laugh, fondly smacking the back of Midoriya’s head. “Hey! Save it for later.”

“Okay.” Midoriya bashfully grinned, releasing Bakugo. Suddenly recalling something, Midoriya cheered, “Let’s have Katsudon!”

Bakugo rolled his eyes but wasn’t going to argue. Midoriya surprised him with super spicy mapo tofu earlier that week. Midoriya even paid a visit to Fuyumi Todoroki to make it perfect. Their love language was every kind of love language. Acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, and receiving gifts.

When they entered the dorms, Aizawa was already waiting for them as the rest of their classmates were gathered in the common room. The duo were happily holding hands, excited about lunch. The sight of Aizawa waiting for them initially scared them, but soon relaxed remembering the interview happened.

“Are you okay Midoriya?” questioned Aizawa, hearing about what happened on the news.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” sighed Midoriya, letting go of Bakugo’s hand to get closer to Aizawa. “Just a bit shaken up.”

Aizawa nodded, fist-bumping Midoriya’s chest. “Don’t worry kid. I already have Nezu working with the company about what occurred. We are making sure that woman never has a job dealing with minors ever again.”

Bakugo grinned, stepping forward. “Good. Extra needs to learn her place. If Midoriya hadn’t done something I would’ve blasted her ass to space.”

Midoriya grinned, never feeling safer as Aizawa and Bakugo talked about the ways they wanted to keep him safe. Aizawa ended up following class 1A throughout the years with Nezu’s permission. Sure, Aizawa was the best at raising young heroes, but he needed his kids and his kids needed him.

Aizawa simply nodded at what Bakugo said and turned his attention back to Midoriya. “As long as you're okay kid. I’m proud of you for setting your boundaries.”

Midoriya grinned, feeling a secure hand on his waist. “Thank you. I was happy to make it clear I don’t tolerate unsolicited touch.”

Bakugo guided Midoriya to the kitchen attached to the common room only to hear the crowd rushing over. Uraraka practically tackled Midoriya as she screamed, “I’m so proud of you!”

Kaminari laughed, his arm hanging around Jiro’s shoulder. “Yeah, that was really fun to watch.”

Jiro grinned, nodding at the duo. “Watching Bakugo get all huffy and overprotective was hilarious.”

“I thought it was rather adorable. Besides, we were all freaking out when she touched Midoriya,” chuckled Momo with a nod and a fond smile on her face as she looked at an irritated Bakugo.

Todoroki held up his phone, pointing to where Aizawa was napping. “I told Aizawa about what happened so he could get the lady in trouble.”

Midoriya couldn’t help but laugh from where he and Uraraka were lying on the ground. “You guys are crazy.”

“Nah bro, what that lady did was unacceptable. We were all excited to watch the interview, but we were more excited to see you two put her in her place,” complimented Kirishima as he shook his head, walking over to where the group was starting to congregate.

“Honestly, what a nightmare,” sighed Mina, disgusted that a grown adult thought it was okay to touch a teenager like that on live television.

Midoriya nodded, allowing Bakugo to pull him up onto his feet. “Sure I was irritated, but honestly I wouldn’t have stood up for myself if it wasn’t for the fact I’m madly in love with Kacchan.”

Bakugo elbowed Midoriya, eyes narrowed despite the way his face was flushed a beautiful red. “You better be! I’m the best.”

“Kacchan is the best,” declared Midoriya, wearing a happy smile. “I’ll happily destroy anyone who tries to pull us apart.”

“Okay, calm down Freckles,” grumbled Bakugo, still flushed. He couldn’t deny that he liked it when Midoriya was all possessive. After a moment of silence, he mumbled, “Love you Izuku.”

Midoriya turned his body to crush Bakugo in a hug. “I love you too Kacchan!”

Class 2A was never going to let Bakugo hear the end of it.

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I Can Pull Off Anything

It was a stupid dare, but Midoriya wasn’t one to back down.

On an average Saturday, Midoriya and a couple of his close friends decided to hang out. Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Midoriya all made the group decision to have a nice picnic.

After preparing a bunch of snacks, grabbing drinks, and finding a nice but old blanket to use, the group headed outside. There was a giant field behind 1-A alliance where they set up their picnic.

They played card games, chatted about their classmates, and enjoyed all the snacks each person contributed. It was a beautiful day and despite the peaceful atmosphere, somehow truth or dare started.

After a couple rounds of silly/random questions and harmless dares, an interesting exchange occurred.

Uraraka smiled as she turned her entire body to Midoriya. “Deku! Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” shouted Midoriya excitedly, finding it exciting to finally play the game after spending countless years dreaming of having the friends to.

“I dare you… to wear a skirt our next time visiting the mall!” fired Uraraka eagerly after coming up with a dare.

Tsuyu perked up with a wide smile. “Good one Uraraka!”

“That’s highly inappropriate, Uraraka,” declared Iida loudly. Yet his face showed extreme amusement rather than any sternness to back up his criticism.

Todoroki looked Midoriya up and down before giving a thumbs up. “I’d like to see Midoriya in a skirt.”

Midoriya fell onto his back, covering his face in horror. “I can’t possibly do that! I’m going to be in the public eye! What if someone posts a picture or I get harassed!”

“Don’t whine, you big baby. You’ll be with us the entire time so no one’s going to harass you. Besides, when has someone ever recognized us when we go to the mall?” questioned Uraraka as she thinned her lips.

Tsuyu was still quietly laughing at Midoriya's reaction. “It doesn’t matter. The dare has been made and it doesn’t harm anyone.”

Midoriya threw his arms out to his sides as he cried to the sky. “I’m done with this game!”

“Yeah, we’ve been out here for hours now,” agreed Iida, looking up at the beautiful blue sky. “Besides, I promised to call my brother today.”

“Momo promised to cut my hair today so I should probably go and track her down,” huffed Uraraka, leaning back as she tightly gripped her knees.

Midoriya locked eyes with Todoroki before he smiled. “Want to go train?”

Todoroki returned the soft smile and nodded gently. “I’d like that.”

“I’m going to see if any of the girls want to go hit the onsen. I’m in desperate need of a spa day,” groaned Tsuyu as she rose to her feet and stretched her back.

Uraraka perked up with an excited smile. “Wait until Momo finishes my hair, and I’ll join you! I could definitely spend hours relaxing.”

Midoriya chuckled, cracking his knuckles before turning to Uraraka and Tsuyu. “That’s not a bad idea. I may take a trip after training.”

Iida chopped his hand after fixing his glasses instinctively. “I’ll join you Midoriya! Today’s all about relaxation.”

“I’m going too,” announced Todoroki as he situated himself next to Midoriya.

The group quickly cleaned up, headed off to do what they needed, and hit up the onsen. All the girls grouped together to enjoy the hot spring the school offered. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida met up as well and went to their respective onsen, letting the warm water soothe their sore muscles and wash away their stress.

Two weeks passed from that eventful hangout and Mina proposed the great idea of going shopping. It had been a while since UA had become a boarding school so many people had lists of things they needed and stuff they ran out of but hadn’t had time to get.

While going to the mall sounded wonderful to the majority of class 1-A, there was a small group who was enveloped in chaos. Midoriya looked mortified while Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Iida were all staring at him with a knowing smile. Todoroki didn’t recall the dare and seemed to be interested in spending a bunch of his father’s money.

Midoriya was dragged off by Uraraka to her room with Tsuyu right on the duo’s tails. As Midoriya was shoved onto Uraraka’s bed, the two ladies were digging through clothes only to find that there was nothing they specifically wanted Midoriya to wear.

Midoriya was still laying on the bed recovering from being dragged and tossed around as Tsuyu had pulled out her phone to make an important call.

“Tsuyu? What’s up?” inquired Momo softly from the other end of the call.

“I need your help finding a skirt that would look good on Midoriya,” answered Tsuyu bluntly, not bothering to give context upfront.

The group was met with silence. After fearing she scared off Momo, Tsuyu went to speak. Surprisingly, Momo beat Tsuyu to speak and perplexed, “Why do you need a skirt that Midoriya would look good in?”

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laughter as she truthfully explained, “A couple weeks ago, we dared Midoriya to wear a skirt the next time we went to the mall. We were trying to find something for Midoriya to wear, but I have nothing that would work.”

“Oh, in that case I’ll be right over! I can just make something I think would complement Midoriya,” exclaimed Momo happily, more than willing to produce something specifically for Midoriya.

While Uraraka and Tsuyu were desperately thanking Momo for being willing to get involved in their problem, Midoriya was panicking. He couldn’t believe his friends were taking this seriously. He knew that clothes didn’t belong to one specific gender, but he wasn’t comfortable wearing a short skirt.

Midoriya struggled even wearing gym shorts out in public. On the rare occasions he did, it was in the warmer months for short trips or private workouts.

Despite Midoriya’s mind running a thousand miles a minute, Momo arrived at Uraraka's room and was quick to get Midoriya’s measurements. Uraraka and Tsuyu offered some design ideas, but Momo already knew what she wanted to make for Midoriya.

While Uraraka and Tsuyu cared about Midoriya, they were still his friends and wanted him to feel embarrassed. That was the point of the dare.

Momo wanted to assure Midoriya would be as comfortable as possible. She created a high-waisted skirt that flowed all the way down to rest right above his ankles. The skirt was flowy and in a light green color. The fabric was smooth, light, and silky. Still, she wanted to give Uraraka and Tsuyu their fun and added girly dark green flowers all over the bottom and gave the skirt a slit up to the knee on the left side.

The skirt was made in an instant and swiftly placed in Midoriya’s arms. Momo smiled softly as she instructed, “I’d wear that with a light yellow, almost cream-colored shirt!”

Midoriya shook his head with bright red cheeks. “I don’t own a shirt like that. I only own the stuff for my school uniform and graphic tees.”

Momo chuckled fondly at Midoriya before making him a light-yellow tee shirt. It wasn’t baggy like his usual shirts, but it wasn’t tight either. Nonetheless, Momo had worked her magic and made Midoriya a perfect outfit for the dare.

After quickly getting dressed once all the girls filed out of Uraraka’s room, Midoriya stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t deny that he did feel pretty. The longer he stared at himself, the more similarities he saw between him and his mother. It was nice.

Midoriya spun in a circle, watching as the dress twisted and flew with his sharp movements. He smoothed out the shirt and grinned at how well it complimented the skirt. The skirt covered enough of his body he was insecure about. Still, his leg muscles were curvy and were prominent against the silk fabric.

Midoriya quickly adjusted his black arm band over his large scar and smiled at the finished result. “Alright, you can come in.”

Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Momo quickly returned to the room only to loudly gasp at the sight before them. Crashing to her knees, Uraraka cried out. “Oh my god he’s beautiful!”

“You look really good Midoriya,” complimented Tsuyu calmly as she gently patted Uraraka’s head.

Momo smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. “It looks amazing on you just as I expected! I hope you like it a bit even if it is out of your comfort zone.”

Midoriya bowed aggressively before Momo. “I love it! Thank you so much for making this for me! You really didn’t have to, but you did anyway so I’m grateful!”

“Nonsense, its what friends do! Anyways, we should probably hurry up. I’m sure the others are already waiting for us,” reminded Momo, already halfway out the door.

Uraraka squeaked, throwing herself up. “You’re right! If you don’t mind, could you wait outside my room for a bit Deku?”

“I don’t mind at all!” reassured Midoriya as he followed out after Momo. Tsuyu was quick to follow Midoriya and headed off to her own room.

Standing in the hallway, Midoriya was left alone with his thoughts. Despite that large bit of his mind burning with embarrassment and dread of having to let his classmate see him in a skirt, there was a part of him that was scarily unbothered.

There had been many days where his scars bothered him more than they should have, but he was able to push past any insecurities he had. It seemed he felt the same way about the skirt.

Uraraka was ready in a matter of minutes and reunited with Midoriya in the hallway. Together they made their way down to the common room where everyone was gathering. All conversations quickly died as everyone's focus turned to Midoriya.

It was clear that everyone was expecting an explanation, but Midoriya got a last-minute idea to not address the elephant in the room. Instead of explaining he dared to wear a skirt, he made his way over to where Todoroki and Iida were with a smile.

“Hey guys!” greeted Midoriya happily.

Todoroki slowly blinked a couple of times before smiling. “Hello Midoriya. You look nice.”

Midoriya flashed Todoroki a bright smile, slipping his phone into one of the wonderful pockets Momo gifted him with. “Thank you! Are you ready to blow through some money?”

“Yes, I am. Do you have your list ready?” asked Todoroki quickly, flashing Enji’s credit card with an excitement that was rare to see on his usual stoic face.

“Of course I do, I have all the latest All Might merchandise in a neat list,” whooped Midoriya eagerly, doing his best to contain the true level of his excitement.

Iida fixed his glasses as he aggressively cleared his throat. “I have to admit, the skirt suits you well.”

Midoriya shot Iida with a strong thumb-up. “Thank you! Tsuyu called Momo for help.”

Kirishima, the first person brave enough to disrupt whatever staring contest the rest of the class was participating in, walked over to where the three were. “Woah Midoriya. Not that I'm complaining, but what’s with the skirt?”

“Oh, I was dared to wear one the next time I went to the mall by Uraraka,” revealed Midoriya bluntly, doing his best to not signal he was freaking out deep down.

Kirishima tried covering his red face, but Midoriya easily saw behind the facade. “You make me feel like a dude in the Victorian era seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time. It feels scandalous to see this.”

Midoriya’s face bloomed a beautiful shade of red at the oddly flattering and embarrassing comment. “Oh, uh… sorry?”

“I didn’t mean it like that! I mean I think you look really attractive in that!” shouted Kirishima, now being the one to capture the entire class's attention.

Kirishima and Midoriya were both crouching by the ground, covering their flushed faces. They were both ready to die of embarrassment. Midoriya peaked through his fingers to find Kirishima doing the exact same thing.

Having a single ounce of confidence to answer, Midoriya mumbled, “Thank you.”

Kaminari was more than happy to ruin the moment and shouted, “These bitches gay!”

“Glad to see you got the balls to confess Shitty Hair,” cackled Bakugo, thrilled to see the wonderful opportunity to embarrass Kirishima and Midoriya simultaneously.

It was safe to say that one single dare managed to create such a dramatic domino effect that Midoriya got a boyfriend. No one was complaining considering they got an entire day of Midoriya in a skirt and they were able to witness the bloom of a shocking relationship.

There was never a dull moment with class 1-A.

A/N: I wrote this in my universities library in between my exams. If the quality is bad blame my fried brain 😟🫵

AHH THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE OF THESE YET 💕💕

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