Chapter 9

(y/n) = your name

(l/n) = last name

(n/n) = nickname/ pet name

As the months went by, things between them settled into a platonic bliss. Neither one made overly flirty gestures. They simply found their comfort niche. At least, from their perspective. Yamada would always hound the two whenever he got one of them alone "When the hell are you guys going to drop the bullshit and just make out?" he would ask as he nudges Shouta "Never. Mind your business."

"You can't wait for him to make the first move, (n/n). If you want to further the relationship, you have to make a move." (y/n) would groan or scoff at him "We're friends, Hizashi. I'm not going to hit on Shouta."

Both were stuck denying what seemed obvious to Yamada. They were pining after each other, and were trapped in the pit of friendship. No matter how many times he offered a rope down to them, they refused to take it, preferring to stay trapped in the dark together.

One Friday, Yamada decided he was going to stop by and see what his friends were up to. Knocking on Shouta's door, the man answered. Instead of seeing (y/n) in the kitchen behind him, he saw a delivery pizza on the counter. "Okay, what happened, where's (y/n)? What did you do?" The man gave him an odd look.

"It's Friday. Midoriya's visiting his aunt for the weekend. We only do dinner together on weekdays." Yamada relaxed at this. Thank God. He thought for a second Aizawas horrible personality might have finally chased the girl away, dooming the man to be alone forever.

"Ah. If she's not here, then the two of us can talk shop!" The man who was currently eating a piece of pizza over his kitchen sink shot a look at his uninvited guest. "What?" "You know, how you're going to sweep (y/n) off her feet." Shouta let out a frustrated grunt. "For the last time, we aren't going to get together."

(y/n) and Izuku sat across from each other, digging into the mac and cheese casserole they'd made together. "So, how has your week been?" Deku beamed at her "Great! I got the internship I was hoping for!"

"You did? That's awesome, Bud!" she was about to announce the raise she had earned recently when from the other side of the wall, she heard Shouta's loud, angry voice

"Good Christ, Yamada! I don't like (y/n)! All she and I are ever going to be are friends! Stop trying to push something that's never going to happen!" The dinner table was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"U-umm, Aunt (y/n)? You alright?" No, she wasn't. She felt like if she hadn't been sitting, she would have collapsed on the ground. Her hands were shaking slightly as they rested weakly on the table. "Yeah, I'm fine Kiddo. I'm just going to use the bathroom really quick."

Izuku sheepishly pushed his fork around his plate, feeding a scalloped potato to Mochi when the cat begged for it. When (y/n) returned from the bathroom her eyes were ringed with red. "...Do you want to play some poker later?" Izuku threw out casually, hoping to get some sort of life out of her. "Not tonight Bud. I have a lot of work I need to catch up on. You're welcome to watch some TV, I'm just going to tuck in early." She began to collect the plates, and once the dishes were done she retreated to her bedroom like she'd promised and Izuku didn't see her again until the next morning, when he awoke to the smell of pancakes.

"Moning, Kiddo! Wanna learn how to drive today?" She was back to normal. Though, it seemed a bit forced that day.