A/N: This is a midoriya x ochako that I wrote for an anon request on tumblr. I don't particularly ship izuocha…like, if it happened, I don't think I'd mind…but it doesn't really excite me. But I guess it's kinda like how I used to feel about naruhina and now I love naruhina so we'll see. But writing this was still a lot of fun and these two are definitely very cute together so I can't argue with that aspect. Anyway, please read and review! Constructive criticism gives me life~!

Summary: A collection of izuocha/dekuraka drabbles – Prompt 01: "Come home with me." – "He wishes that their story could always be like this; an endless encore." [izuocha][ongoing]

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, Horikoshi Kohei. I also did not create this drabble prompt, it was created by myquantumtheory on tumblr.

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Prompt 01: "Come home with me."

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"Amazing work today, you guys." Police detective Tsukauchi Naomasa steps over debri and rubble as he makes his way over to Midoriya – now a renowned pro hero – and Midoriya smiles politely at Tsukauchi's praise but wastes no time in getting to business.

"What about the civilians?" He glances anxiously at the smoking pile of rubble behind him. "Were they all evacuated safely? And the other heroes, are they ok?" Tsukauchi chuckles softly, a look of understanding crossing his face at Midoriya's onslaught of questions.

"You remind me so much of All Might," Midoriya's eyes grow dim at the nostalgic comparison and Tsukauchi's grin immediately turns into a frown as Midoriya tenses. "But there's no need for you to worry," he continues, "we captured the villain, we made sure all the civilians were safe and none of the heroes were hurt badly." The knowing smile returns to Tsukauchi's face as he walks past Midoriya and stops to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "but if you're worried about Uravity, then I left her on the opposite side of the rubble with the other police officers."

"Wait….wha…I wasn't implying—! I didn't mean—!" Tsukauchi laughs as Midoriya suddenly turns from a serious pro hero to a blushing and flustered man in love.

"T-thanks," Midoriya finally stutters his gratitude before running off in the direction Tsukauchi had pointed him to. He clasps his cheeks and feels his blush burn underneath his fingertips and while he was always immensely thankful to Tsukauchi he also wished the detective wouldn't call him out so often on his feelings for Ochako; no matter how evident others said it was.

"Deku-kun!" Ochako greets him in her usual, jubilant fashion as he winds the corner and finds her among the throng of firefighters still working to tame the flames from the rubble. The sight of her immediately calms his racing heart and all the surrounding sounds and noises disappear into a vacuum as his focus narrows squarely on her. Even in the midst of the surrounding rubble and destruction, she stood out clearly like a saving grace, with her wide eyes sparkling and chestnut brown locks swaying as she cheerily waves for him to come join her. He thinks to himself that she is always like this, even in the midst and in the face of all the world's horrors, she never loses that purity and innocence that reminds him of what he fights for everyday.

"Urara—I mean, Uravity," he corrects himself into calling her by her professional name as he approaches her, "I take it you're all right?" Ochako smiles understandingly at his farce and nods before stretching out her left food to reveal her ankle wrapped in bandages. "I sprained an ankle but it's nothing serious. We've already got it all wrapped up."

"Well then," he nods to the surrounding officers, "we'll leave the rest to you." He takes Ochako's hands in his and immediately her cheeks blaze red because despite how much larger he was than her and how much he had grown since their high school days he always held her so tenderly and gently, as if afraid she would break from his monstrous strength. But as he throws her arm over his shoulder and helps support her, she wants to tell him that while she would always fall for him, she would never break.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He lets the worry seep back into his voice as soon as they're far away enough from the evacuation zone and she nods, closing her eyes and leaning closer into him for support as she continues to hop on one leg. "I'm fine, Deku-kun."

"Maybe we should stop by the hospital just to make sure there's no problems. I'm not well-versed in first aide but there could be…internal inflammation or swelling or something and maybe it's best not take our chances and-."

She holds back her laughter as Midoriya delves into his characteristic eccentric mumbling. "I'm fine, you big dork," she teases as she cranes upward and plants a soft kiss on his cheek, immediately putting an end to his mumbling. His gaze turns to meet hers and he relaxes at the sight of her smile as he remembers that she was right; she was safe here in his arms and no amount of worrying was going to change that.

"Well," he starts and she lets out a shriek mixed with a happy squeal as he scoops her off of her feet and into his arms, "at least let me carry you." More laughter falls from her lips as he carries her bridal style but she soon accepts it as she winds her arms around his neck and relaxes into his chest.

As they walk together, Midoriya realizes that this is how it starts: a symphony of love marked by the steady timpani of their matching heart beats, the staccato of his footsteps on the pavement and the rising crescendo of her warmth washing over him. The silver moon is their only audience and the blinking scatter of constellations is their only applause.

She begins to whisper against his chest, telling him the events of her day (from mundane to adventurous and everything in between) and soon weaves tales of her own grand dreams – "I've almost saved enough to give papa and mama the easy life they deserve" – and her deepest fears – "but sometimes I'm afraid. I'm afraid when I go out there it will be my last. Deku-kun…I'm afraid…" – and he wishes that their story could be always be like this; an endless encore.

"Come home with me," he blurts out and as she starts blushing and sputtering in surprise, for some reason he's strangely calm because he knows this what he truly wants. For today, tomorrow, and all the days after, he wants the two of them to dance to this endless waltz. He can't promise much, but he promises that he loves her, he promises her that there's nobody else for him, and he promises that every time he goes out into the frontlines of battle, he thinks of her and he promises her that that will never change.

"So don't be afraid, come home with me," he finishes and now she's quiet. The moon, the stars, and the entire universe shine in the nebula of her eyes as she looks to him in wide-eyed wonder and soon she's smiling and crying and nodding because, "yes, Deku-kun, I'll go home with you."

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and laughs happily as he leans into her and brushes his nose against hers. She captures his lips in hers and he tastes the stardust on her lips and as she kisses him and he kisses her, he can hear the familiar strain of their moonlight sonata settle in his ear. It sings to him promises of tomorrow, and the sun-kissed daydreams of the many tomorrows after that.

A/N: Not much to say. They're definitely very cute together and writing this was also a lot of fun. I have another request for a izuocha drabble so I guess I'll be adding that here when I finish it. Again, please read and review!