Once again he was awoken by the sound of his phone having a spasm. The ring-tone was different, no doubt what Nejire was giggling about when she stole his phone once. It was one of those pop songs that people only remembered because of how bad it was. He reached over, answering before looking at the number if only to shut the song up before it melted his brain.
"He-"
"Ahh! I see your ear!" A voice that was exploding with vigor and bravado like the two were struggling to come out on top boomed from his phone. He gasped, dropping the phone and scrambled back away from it. On the phone was a large blue eye blinking at him, before it pulled away revealing a blond-haired man that was experimenting with facial hair. "Ahh! I see your ceiling! Izuku! Do you not know how facetime works? Quickly get in the camera!"
He peered over looking over at his phone, the video call feature was one that he knew of but it wasn't exactly something he had ever used before, mostly because it was a little on the loud side. But for someone as abrasive as Mirio it seemed more than appropriate. "Mirio? Why are you calling me?"
"Ahh sorry! I would have come in person but I was so excited I couldn't hold myself back!" The background spun as he gave a loud laugh. Showing up at his door banging to talk about something that interested him sounded much more like the Mirio he knew, maybe becoming a teacher has mellowed him out a bit. "I'm calling you to offer you my assistance!"
"Assistance with what?" He groaned glaring at the corner of his phone where the time still flashed. It was later than he normally got up, but he'd been staying up later than normal because of Nejire. Oh right, he needed to check what time they were meeting up.
There was a pause followed by at least three months worth of teeth showing in Mirio's smile. "With your quest for Nejire's heart of course!"
"What? How did you know about- I mean, I err uhh! I mean!"
"Oh! Our little Eri told me the moment we stepped off the bus!" Despite how happy Mirio sounded he felt his heart drop into an ocean of panic. "Apparently she's been blabbing to everyone that you have a crush on Nejire!"
Crap! He should have sworn her to secrecy! Or bribed her with something! "It's not what you think we're just-"
"Partners? Oh Izuku, don't think you can lie to me. I can see your blush! And I know how you stammer when you're having girl problems!" Mirio laughed spinning in his chair once again. "Now tell me, aside from your own nervous heart what's stopping you from asking my old classmate out?"
Was his blush really that bad? But wasn't Mirio more Nejire's friend than his? They were classmates and part of the Big Three back then. Wouldn't he tell her about this? Wait, he would have done that already, maybe he already did it? So he had nothing to lose. Besides, Mirio wasn't the type to blackmail him.
"How-" He swallowed, feeling the same nervousness he got whenever he was alone with her swelling inside of him. "How do I know if she likes me?"
"You ask her." The flat delivery was accompanied by an expression that held no humor. Then Mirio's smile came back followed by a short laugh. "I'm serious Izuku! I don't know how much Nejire has changed, but she's always been honest with her feelings. If she hasn't asked you out then that's because she's not sure about yours."
The camera shifted and Mirio was leaning on his desk, like he was about to share a secret. "But let me ask you this, does she touch you a lot?"
"Yes but that's just-"
"Does she compliment you? Does she always try to find a reason to spend time with you? Does she smile at you? And I mean really smile at you?" He paused, tapping his head, his smile smooshed to the side as he rested his head on the table.
"Yes, but-"
"Then she likes you." Mirio smiled once more and turned the camera to the computer, revealing one of the dating advice sites that was still saved on his…. Wait. "Or at least that's what these websites say!"
Wait. Nejire messed with his phone while he still had those tabs open! Oh. Oh no.
"Izuku you really shouldn't worry about it I asked Nejire and she says she likes you." Wait what?
"What? You did? She did? When? How? Why?"
"Joking!" Mirio laughed from the other side of the phone. "It's just that your face got so serious for a moment! And I will always enjoy teasing my juniors when they're being fickle hearted!" His laughter came to an abrupt end and his smile twisted into something that was worse than any villainous grin. "Do you want me to find out?"
"No!" He stood up taking the phone with him. "That's fine I think I get the picture. Besides, I think I'd rather get the answer from her."
He sighed scratching the back of his head. "But, there is one thing you might be able to help me with?"
"Oh? What is it?" Mirio's eyeball and the curve of his smile was all he could see.
"Well, it's just." Another sigh. He didn't even know how to word this. It might not even be anything. No. It was. It was more of a thing than Nejire's feelings for him. The fear in her eyes was tangible. "Do you know why Nejire doesn't like her picture taken?" '
"Oh," Mirio sat up, shoulders square and he saw a flash of anger spread across his senior's usual jovial face. "I do, but that's something Nejire will have to tell you. But don't press her on it Izuku."
"Is it related to blackmail?"
The words hung in the air for a few moments as Mirio's stern face glared back at him. Then there was a small nod. "It does."
"I see, thanks for your help Mirio," Even though most of what he said was the same as the websites. "I'll uhh text you if something happens."
"I'll be looking forward to it! Oh and Izuku?"
"Yea?"
A smile joined with a thumbs up was aimed right at him, an indifferent Aizawa glared at him from the background. "Treat her well!"
What was he supposed to say to that?
XXXX
The last time he had been poked, prodded, and measured this thoroughly was when he had gone to Mei complaining that one of her gadgets was now too small and resulted in his most recent costume design. For her sake, it was a good thing that she wasn't really open to the public and recommending her came with a disclosure warning that rivaled some of those drug infomercials.
Only with Mei the risk for death or getting exploded was slightly higher. And he'd rather be dealing with her at the moment.
"Arm's out." Yuyu Haya mumbled, her sharp brown eyes glaring him up and down like he was a disappointing recruit. It was a glare that could challenge Sir Night Eye's fearsome gaze. She was dressed sharp, dull grey slacks, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up all contained in a tight vest that fit her perfectly, she looked every bit the tailor shop worker. Somehow she looked better dressed than he ever had, and this was her job.
A smile graced her lips and she relaxed a bit. "I have to say Midoriya, you do clean up nice."
"I'm normally cleaned up though?" Sure there were days when he didn't shave or times when he wore the same shirt two days in a row but he was far from a slob or anything.
"Nah," she walked around him, her dyed red hair was like a sharks fin in the water just taunting him until it was time to go for the kill. "You're normally pretty shlubby like you have all this amazing stuff to work with but you never show it off. Or at least that's what Nejire complains about."
He felt himself smile. "She talks about me?"
Yuyu hummed sticking her head out the door before locking it shut with a click.
He let his arms fall to the side, staring at his own reflection in the mirror.
The suit was a simple black that just made him feel like an adult. It was cut to precision, bold across his shoulders, gentle lines around the waist drawing an immaculate inverted triangle. Lavender lapels made the white of his dress shirt bloom under the sharp lights that covered his every angle. Everything was the perfect length, allowing every subtle movement with no resistance.
The whole outfit felt like he needed to be drinking some scotch that had a decade on him.
Only thing that was missing was a tie, one that Nejire was supposed to be picking out for him. He was starting to understand why All Might always wore a suit. It just felt good.
"Thanks for doing this so quickly Yuyu, Nejire kind of sprung the cha-"
Before he could so much as finish she was in front of him, standing on the stool sharp eyes somehow glaring down at him despite her being nearly half a foot shorter than him. A single, well-maintained nail pressed into his chest, leaving him teetering in a constant state of unbalance.
"I'm going to make this abundantly clear Midoriya, I did not just work three extra hours today for you, or whatever charity you're going to." She was relentless, her breath burning like acid while smelling like mint. "I did this for Nejire and Nejire alone. That means as far as I'm concerned, you're just wearing her suit. And if you wreck her suit, if you get so much as a ketchup stain on it, I will end you. So don't you dare think about fighting in it."
"Got it?"
He nodded sucking in his lip as he tried not to stare at her. At U.A. he had heard rumors about Yuyu and even seen first hand about how she fawned over Nejire, but this was on another level. "You care a lot about her, don't you?"
"Love her," Yuyu stepped off the stool turning to her tools. It made him more than a little nervous the way she spun those scissors. "But, sadly I'm a lesbian and she's not. Best rejection I ever had though." Her smile was soft, followed by a sigh. "Look, I'm serious, if you hurt her I-"
Someone tried to open the door, followed by frantic knocking. "Yuyu!" Nejire's voice chirped from the other side. "Izuku! I got the thing! It's perfect! Can I come in? Is Izuku still naked? Is he in his suit yet? I want to see!" She tried the door again. "Let me in!"
Yuyu rolled her eyes and headed towards the door. "Hold on Nejire, quit trying to break my door down, you dork."
"Why's it locked though?" Nejire's asked trying the door again. "It's still locked!"
The moment the door was opened Nejire flew in, darting around the room and in front of him. Her blue eyes widened and it looked like she was trying to take a mental picture of him. She was still in her casual outfit, he'd have to wait until tomorrow to see her dress. A purple fabric was clutched in her hand.
"Woah," she spun around him, constantly keeping her eyes locked onto him. "Yuyu!~" Nejire whined. "Why'd you make him so hot!"
"Cause you said to make him look good?" Yuyu, stood with one hand on her hip. "But what about you, weren't you going to go get your dress?"
"What? No? Well I did, but it's at home!" Nejire held up the cloth, it was thin, lavender, and didn't look like a tie, or at least not like the clip-on's he was used to. Okay, maybe the suit didn't quite make him feel like an adult. "I wanted to make sure his bow tie matched my dress! And it does! Oh! And the shoulder thingies also match so we're so going to kill it!"
Yuyu made a noise that was half snort half laugh and shook her head. "I told you I knew the dress you were talking about didn't I? I was there when you bought it. Still don't know why you bought it. But I guess it's a good thing." She turned to him, "Alright Izuku let's see how you look with a bow tie."
"A bow tie?" Not a tie, tie? Wasn't that a little childish?
"Yep!" Nejire fluttered in front of him holding the oddly shaped purple fabric in front of her face. "It'll look super good on you Izuku! Trust me! I was right about the hair-cut right? Right?"
"Yea, you have the right amount of nerdy to pull it off." Yuyu placed a hand over her mouth standing at Nejire's side. "Yea, I think that a bow tie is exactly what your outfit needs."
The bow tie was forced into his hand and he stared at it. He barely knew how to tie a tie! What was he supposed to do with this?
"Let me guess? You don't know how to tie a bow-tie?" Yuyu sighed stealing the fabric from his hands. "I'm only going to show you this once, so pay attention Izuku, first you," In the space of two heartbeats she had already tied the bow tie around her neck, perfectly. "Just like that."
With the flick of her wrist the bow tie was in her hand again, and to his disappointment, completely undone.
"Okay, but do you think you can show me that again. But slower?"
It took them about fifteen minutes before Yuyu threw her hands up and tied it around his neck, a bit too tight probably. "Honestly, you better practice before tomorrow, I won't be doing this again!"
"Woah!" Nejire hummed, spinning around again. "See! I told you it'd be perfect!"
She wasn't wrong, the bow tie did suit him. But so would a tie probably. But this would do great.
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The morning had started out terrible. His stomach was constantly growling, churning, and grumbling but he had no appetite, and what food he did shove down his throat didn't feel like it would stay there. But it did. He had experienced this before, far more often than he'd care to admit. He wasn't sick just nervous. Very nervous.
It wasn't like he had a reason to be. It wasn't even a real date. Just a classy date with Nejire to a fancy charity ball that was raising money for something related to children, and half a dozen other things where there were going to be a bunch of people he didn't know doing who knows what - google wasn't very helpful - and chances are he was just going to stand next to a punch bowl and wait for Nejire to come rescue him.
Wait, what if they danced? He still didn't know if they actually danced at a charity ball!
At least he had figured out how to tie his bow tie after a couple of hours and a thousand failed attempts. Even after all that practice it still only looked about half as good as Yuyu's had with one side noticeably larger than the other.
He stood in front of Nejire's door a good thirty minutes before he was supposed to pick her up just wringing his hands and trying to get rid of some of his nerves.
Maybe he should go get some flowers? Would flowers be too much? It wasn't a date but it was still a date. No, yes? Maybe? If he couldn't even knock on her door how was he supposed to give her flowers? They normally just met up and then she all but dragged him in after patrols but this was his first time knocking on her door.
Why did liking the girl make everything three times harder?
Wait, how long had he been standing here? What would she think if she saw him just standing there like an idiot? He should just knock. Maybe talking to Nejire would calm his nerves?
He tapped on the door lightly. Maybe he should have texted her first?
"About time you dork!" Nejire opened the door in a matter of seconds. A giant smile on her face as she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into the living room. "I was starting to think you'd never knock! Now tell me what you think?"
All the nervousness left him as he looked at her. Where her casual outfits maximized her cuteness, and her swimsuit maximized her sexiness, Nejire's dress brought everything to the maximum. Star like stones dazzled in a sea of soft lavender that when mixed with her blue hair made it seem like the swirling nebula. The pale skin of her shoulders was exposed and her upper arms were covered by a see through lace. The bottom flared out a bit, as wave upon wave of purple cascaded upon one another ending just below her knees.
"Well?" She laughed spinning again, this time floating off the ground. "I can tell by your open mouth you like it but I want to hear you say it."
He blinked. How long had he been staring at her? How long had his mouth been open? How long was he going to be standing here like an idiot? He shook his head, finding it easy to welcome the smile on his face, and even easier to grab Nejire's hand.
"You're beautiful Nejire."
The blush she grew only added to everything.
AN: We don't know much about Yuyu, let alone her class so I basically put her in the general course and made her specialize in suits for people with odd quirks. And Izuku.
Anyways. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I really like how I described Izuku's suit. It's just so clean!
Until next time!