He grimaced, smacking the alarm off of his bedside table. It fell to the floor with a clang, and the alarm stopped. Sitting up, he rubbed his face in attempt to wake himself up before turning on his phone.
"Fucking shit, late late late late!" he chanted, jumping out of bed. He was immediately thankful that he had gone to bed without taking off his pants, that would make things easier. He ran to his dresser, slamming open drawers and practically ransacking his wardrobe. "Fuck yeah!" he cheered once he found a clean shirt. It was a black shirt, with the words 'Pop Culture Reference' printed on it. He grabbed his favorite red hoodie and his red shoes, and raced to the kitchen in his little studio apartment. Popping in toast, he sat on the kitchen floor and pulled on his socks and shoes. He had just pulled up and grabbed a plate from the cupboard when the toast popped up, so he grabbed it out and practically inhaled it on his way to the door. He placed the plate on top of three others on his coffee table, pulled on his hoodie, and left; locking the door behind him with the lanyard key in his hoodie pocket.
'Alright, if I hurry, I can just barely make the bus, then I can rush up to my locker, grab my backpack, and make it to first period to do the day's homework. Then I can just go through the rest of the day like normal, beg for some food from Kirishima, and get home without incident.' he recited to himself.
He got to the stop just as the bus pulled up, and filed in quietly, taking his usual seat four rows down to the left. He pulled out his phone and headphones from his jeans pocket, quietly setting up his music. The bus pulled away just as the bass began to kick in, and he jammed out to P!ATD in between stops.
He nodded to each of the people he knew as they appeared; Uraraka, on the stop after him, then Iida and his brother Tensei, then those weird seniors Himiko, Jin, Tomura, and Atsuhiro. After that Sero, Denki, Kyoka, and Tooru. And finally... Shouto.
Izuku barely managed to control his breathing as he watched Shouto step onto the bus, making his way gracefully to the seat three rows behind him. The ice prince had his headphones in, and barely spared a glance to those around him. The fair blond had inherited his mother's hair, and his father's ice-blue eyes. His gaze was piercing, and oh, his voice... It could make angels cry.
Izuku had known, from the moment he'd met Shouto, that he loved him, and that he'd make Shouto his... Shouto didn't get a choice.
