Summary: Izuku decides to be a nice boyfriend and help Ochako out with her schoolwork over a week-long break.
Midoriya Izuku was diligent, as everyone who knew him could attest to. Once Aizawa-sensei had informed his class that they'd have a week off from classes, he had spent the first two nights getting out any work that he hadn't finished yet and had promptly completed all of it. Waking up the next morning, most of those in his class expressed their disbelief that he'd done all of it already. He was matched only in speed by Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki, though that was to be expected.
Kaminari and Ashido specifically were the ones who vocalized their displeasure.
"Euuuuuuuuuuggghhh," That was Ashido, groaning in anguish as she dejectedly threw herself into the empty sofa in the lounge. "This is too much! I'm just falling more and more behind!"
Kaminari leaned against the back of the couch that she'd face-planted into, nodding his head in agreement. He had a hand on his chin as if he was thinking up an idea. "Mm. If only we were all blessed with Yaomomo, Iida, or even Midoriya's smarts." He commented, seemingly to no one.
Currently, the lounge was only filled up with those two, Midoriya and Uraraka, who sat together in the corner of the other sofa, Yaoyorozu, and Kirishima. Yaoyorozu had a book in her hand, reading from it with a pair of glasses perched on her nose, sitting in between the couple and the red-head. Kirishima was in the other corner of the sofa, lying down with his legs thrown over the leg. His hands were behind his head and, despite the fact that he hadn't done any of his work yet, he didn't seem to be as worried as the other two.
Upon hearing her name, Yaoyorozu looked up at the two with a tilt of her head.
"You know, we have a week off for a reason," She tells them, bookmarking her page before setting it down. "You have plenty of time to actually get it done."
Ashido groans again before pushing herself up so that she can look at the vice-president from across the room.
"But if I spend all of my time doing work, then I'll have no time to do fun things!" She complains, crossing her arms underneath her chin. "Can't ya help me out? Pleeeeeease, Yaomomo?"
Yaoyorozu sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. She stalls a bit before responding and relents in the end. "I'll help you study, but I'm not going to give you answers, Ashido-san. You'll have to do that on your own."
Before Ashido can respond, Kaminari jumps in from where he stood behind the couch, a big smile plastered on his face.
"Say no more, Yaomomo! We'll take all the help we can get!" He responds in Ashido's place. The aforementioned girl sits up, putting her finger in his face, and the two of them begin to go off on some sort of argument. Yaoyorozu and Kirishima watch from their place on the sofa, looking on at the scene in horror and humor respectively. Midoriya and Uraraka hadn't been paying much attention, but the sudden increase in volume was definitely enough to pique their interest.
Midoriya was in the corner, one leg up on the couch and the other dangling off its edge. One of his arms was thrown over the back of the couch, and the other was secured around Uraraka's stomach, holding her close to him. Uraraka's head was laid against Midoriya's chest, just under his chin. Her knees were stuck up in the air, her feet pressed firmly against the couch, and she held a book in her hands, resting against Midoriya's arm.
The commotion stirred them, causing the couple to turn their heads to listen in.
Kirishima had managed to get himself into the argument somehow, though he was smiling along like regular and seemed to be taking the entire thing quite lightly. Yaoyorozu was still watching from her place on the couch, frowning a bit. She didn't look too put off, so she was at least used to it. After such a long time, it made sense that she would be. Both Midoriya and Uraraka listened in on the conversation for a moment.
"I doubt you even need it, Kirishima! Your grades are leagues better than ours!" They heard Kaminari say. In response, Kirishima laughed, his sharp teeth wide in a smile.
"You'd think that. I'm not that much higher than you two," He said nonchalantly. "And even if I was, it never hurts to get help when ya think you need it. Reach as far as you want, I say. It's pretty manly, don't you think?"
"That's not manly, you're just taking up time from Yaomomo! We need help more than you!" Ashido practically screamed in response. Uraraka giggled and Midoriya smiled. Turning away from the altercation, he buried his nose back into Uraraka's hair, peering at the book over her head. Following suit, Uraraka went back to her book and started to read again. The two of them had been doing small things like that for a while, reading together or just being near each other because it was easy. They'd only been dating a month-a very short month at that. As such, neither of them really knew what they were 'supposed' to do. Since both of them were just naturally awkward as well, it only made the first two weeks of their relationship even harder.
Even now, a month in, and they were still unsure. At the very least, they'd drawn some kind of line in the dirt; Hugging was alright. No, not alright. It was a lot better than just 'alright'. It was hard to fathom how much Midoriya loved hugging Uraraka. It didn't make any sense. Not to him, anyway.
Midoriya felt Uraraka shuffle a bit in front of him, making him loosen his grip around her stomach a bit. Maybe he had been holding onto her too tightly? Was she trying to tell him that she was uncomfortable with it now? Damn, what was he supposed to do?!
Uraraka fell back against him, sliding a bit further than before. The hem of her shirt rode up, exposing her stomach, where Midoriya's arm dragged against it. His face turned a peculiar shade of red as he tried to direct his eyes elsewhere, but he felt Uraraka's head moving once more, causing his gaze to instead drop to her face.
She looked at him, arching her head backward and against his chest to do so. For a moment, Midoriya could see something akin to nervousness in her face before she spoke.
"Say, Deku..," she started. Her voice was low and her naturally red cheeks seemed to be even brighter than normal. "..Would you help me with my work?"
An hour later, Midoriya was standing in the doorway of Uraraka's room, his mind already running at eight thousand miles-per-hour. It wasn't like she'd asked him to do anything serious. It was just schoolwork! Schoolwork that he, as the workaholic student he was, had already finished! It only made sense that she'd want his help since he was confident enough to be done so soon, right? After all, they were friends before they'd started dating. Even then, they'd constantly asked each other for help. So this wasn't any different, right? Right?!
These were the questions that Midoriya constantly asked himself, trying his hardest to rectify the situation. No matter what he thought of, though, he couldn't really think of a way to take off the biggest differing factor between the present and the past. Before they'd started dating, Uraraka and Midoriya had only ever really done their work in the lounge. It was comfortable and easily accessible. Why wouldn't they use it?
Since they'd started dating, though, they'd slowly gotten more comfortable around each other. Not too comfortable, thanks to the both of them being as awkward as humanly possible but comfortable enough. The big deal, though, was that Uraraka had suggested they work in her room, as opposed to the lounge like always. On the surface, it didn't seem like a problem. We're dating! It's perfectly fine for the two of us to be alone together! What's the problem? Izuku told himself, but it wasn't enough to pop the nervous bubble that had been growing in his gut. They'd gone on a few dates, though they were casual enough so that they didn't feel like real dates, the two of them had never really spent too much time alone, with only each others company. There was always either another person, or another group of people, that stopped them from being completely separated from the class.
Now, though...now was different. They'd be in Uraraka's room, which was isolated enough as it is thanks to only having Ashido on the same floor as her. Speaking of Mina, Midoriya clearly heard her telling the others to steer clear of Uraraka's room for the rest of the day. Ochako herself didn't seem to hear her, but it blew a couple fuses in Midoriya's head. So far, the universe seemed to enjoy watching him flustered.
"Izuku-kun?" He heard her call out to him, and he immediately looked up. She was standing next to her bed, looking back at him with a worried expression on her face. It dawned on him that he'd just been standing in her doorway, a hand gripping his chin, and possibly muttering like a madman. "Are you alright?"
"A-ah, Uraraka-chan! I-I'm just," He began to stutter, trying to find the proper words to just tell her that he was okay. He failed, in the end, and walked into her room, shutting the door quietly behind him. "N-never mind that! W-we should get to work! Th-the faster it's done the better, r-right?"
Ochako fixed him with an inquisitive stare before slowly nodding, a small smile gracing her face regardless of how he was acting. Seeing that smile made Izuku a little less nervous and drew out a smile from himself as well. Enthusiastically, Ochako pumped her fist in front of her.
"Alright! Let's get this going!" She exclaimed. Quickly, she hops onto her bed, with her back against the wall, and pats the space next to her, looking up at Izuku expectantly. Without waiting for him to verbally answer her or to even move, she pulls her textbooks off of her desk and plops them down into her lap. Izuku stays standing for a moment, simply watching Ochako for a moment. His smile gets a bit more genuine and his ill thoughts begin to trickle out of his head. What was he even so worried about?
Hefting up the textbook he'd brought with him, Izuku walked over and dropped onto Ochako's bed next to her. She instantly snuggled up to him, though not enough for it to distract her from the work she'd so eagerly pulled out. Izuku blushed, snuggled back, and immediately cracked open his textbook open.
"Okay. What do you need help with first, Uraraka-chan?"
With a clap, Ochako shut her textbook. Sighing in joy, she tossed the book off to the side and completely slumped into Izuku's side. He blushed but tossed his book as well and looped an arm around her shoulder.
They'd been working for hours on end, with Izuku guiding her and Ochako quickly putting things together in her head. The few times she needed his help, Izuku was quick to intervene and assist her, though without actually giving her the answer. He wanted her to learn, after all.
Now, with the gargantuan load of schoolwork done, the two were free to relax. Ochako immediately seized her new freedom, deftly wrapping herself around Izuku's core and resting her head against his chest. He laughed at her antics but moved around so that she'd be as comfortable as possible. She was nearly straddling his waist at this point, but neither of them really thought about it as the two of them instead laid back and enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere that fell over them.
"Oh, wow...," Ochako murmured underneath her breath. Izuku made a noise in response, prompting her to continue. She nods, her hair rubbing up against his chin and making him chuckle a little. "..It's gotten pretty late, huh?"
Izuku tilted his head and looked over at the clock on her desk. They'd been focused on their work, so both of them had failed to notice the sky darkening through the window. Now, it was nearly pitch-black outside. The clock on her desk flashed 8:45. They'd been working for nearly 3 hours!
With a yelp, Izuku sat up a little too fast, banging the back of his head against the wall. Cursing himself silently and rubbing the back of his head, he began to try and move to get his things together. What would the others think?! A few of them, namely Mina, Kaminari, and Mineta, already assumed they were doing lewd things when they were alone, but this would make it so much worse! He was beginning to panic. Where had he thrown his textbook off to? Where was it?!
Ochako grabbed his wrist before he could dash off the bed. When Izuku looked back at her, she had a pleading look in her eyes. Her lips were tight, pursed together and she could barely meet his gaze.
"Say, Deku..," She started. Her other hand clutched at the sweater she was wearing. "..Do you wanna stay a little longer? I-I-I know it's sudden, and everything, b-but...," She finally let go of his wrist, her eyes turning toward the wall, though Izuku had a feeling she wasn't really even looking at much of anything. "..I-I thought it could be nice...if we stayed together for a bit more."
At his blank and, definitely astounded face, Ochako pressed her hands together and gave him a wobbly smile. "A-at the very least, curfew isn't in effect as early because we're on break! A-and we won't have to worry about Aizawa-sensei barging through at ten like he usually does! S-so, I figured we could do something!"
She kept rambling on which, surprisingly, managed to bring Izuku back from the brink of utter desolation. He had rubbed off on her, it seemed, as she kept going on and on about how she 'just wanted to spend some more time with him'.
He listened to her for a couple more minutes before laughing quietly. He hadn't really made any distance when he'd tried to jump off the bed, so all he really had to do was slink slowly back into his spot. Once she saw him moving, Ochako's rambling tapered off to a halt as she watched him lean back against the wall, putting his hands behind his head.
"I-Izuku?" She asked. It felt weird to hear her say his actual name after he'd gotten so used to her calling him 'Deku'. He decided he liked it. Despite how relaxed his actions looked, though, he was still ridiculously nervous. It took him a moment to actually get words to come out of his mouth.
"I-I'd love to stick around, Ura-Ochako," He told her, looking up at her from against the wall. "S-sorry I tried to run out like that...B-but really! I'd like to stay. I-If you'll have me, I mean."
For a short moment, the two of them simply looked at each other. Ochako was still on her knees, though now that Izuku was practically laying against the wall, she was looking down at him. Likewise, Izuku was looking up at her, the thick curls of his hair blocking his vision ever so slightly.
Suddenly and without warning, Ochako threw herself across Izuku's chest, practically smothering him in a tight hug. He groaned but couldn't stop the laughed that escaped him as he hugged her back and sat up with her. Her eyes were red, which he told himself was from her struggling to stay up while they worked, but she had a big smile on her face. It was so bright, it made Izuku's heart flutter and he felt like he was falling for her all over again.
Once she finally let up and loosened her death-hold on him, Ochako fell back on the bed, sitting on her knees again. Izuku had pulled himself up to her level, and now the two were even in height; While sitting down, anyway. Izuku was slightly taller than her standing up.
Ochako darted forward and pecked Izuku on the lips. Before he could even think about it, she pulled away and stepped off of her bed, walking over to the TV she kept in her room. Izuku, his face dusted with blush now, slid up to the end of the bed and watched her.
"Let's watch a movie, okay?" She suggested, turning back to face him as she did. He nodded mutely and she turned back around, sifting through the few movies she had in her possession. It didn't take her long to settle on one: 'Finding Nemo' of all things, but Izuku smiled. It was a cute movie, and Ochako was cute. It made sense that she'd like movies like that.
She excitedly put the movie on and dashed to shut the light off. Falling onto the bed in front of the TV next to Izuku, she snuggled herself into his chest and he looped an arm around her.
As the movie started, Izuku decided to cast off the thoughts he'd had about the others thinking ill of them. What they thought they were doing, while uncomfortable, didn't matter to him as much as what he was actually doing: Which was just spending with the girl he loved.
It was too dark in her room for her to see it perfectly, but Izuku smiled and relaxed into her as much as he could. He'd enjoy the night with her, no matter what the others thought.