Izuku has done plenty of difficult things in his life, but this one ranks in the top ten of most difficult things he has done. All he wants to do is avoid Shouto like the plague, but Izuku is a man of his word.

Every night for an entire week he delivers Shouto a thirty-minute massage and he doesn't skimp on the quality by any means. Any other time outside of the massages though, he DOES avoid his crush like the plague. How can he face Todoroki after his failure? Despite their confessions to one another, Izuku is unsure if Shouto really likes him as much as he says he does.

Once the week of massages is over, Izuku throws himself into work, every kind of work. Art? He has his earbuds in with the music up as loud as he can get it. Music? The same deal as art. Toshinori lets him pick up a few extra hours at One for All during his free time on week days and he shuts himself away in the shared office at Quirffee. And that little shared office, with its desk, rolling chair, filing cabinet, and printer, is where Izuku currently finds himself huddled away on a chilly Thursday morning in the middle of October.

Quirffee now smells like pumpkin spice and chai. The café is louder since everyone wants to sit inside and warm up before having to take a brisk walk across campus. Tsu and Ochako team up to conquer the front counter and they work so smoothly together that you would believe they communicate telepathically. Something about the entire situation warms Izuku's heart.

"Ochako," Izuku calls out of the open door. "What do you think about throwing a Halloween party?"

"Izu, you know how Halloween is around here and I doubt that Fuyumi will give you that weekend off," she reminds him as she walks by.

"That is why we do it the weekend before Halloween. Fuyumi already gave me that weekend. All of the staff are off. And I would have it off even if that wasn't the case because of Sunday…" he trails off.

"Is that why you want to throw a party? Because your dad's death anniversary is coming up? That isn't healthy," she says with concern, leaning on the doorframe. Her brown bob sways as she shakes her head.

"That isn't just it. One, I never have a sad day on the anniversary. It is a celebration on life. Two, he always encouraged me to live life to the fullest and just be me. All I do is work, Ochako. I want to be a college student and let loose, but during the block party I'll be working. Surprise, surprise." He looks at her imploringly.

She crumbles rather quickly. "We can ask everyone else." The bell chimes to announce the arrival of a customer. It is the slow period, so they only average a customer every few minutes.

"In the meantime," Izuku calls out of the office, "what am I going to do about the Todoroki situation?"

After a few beats of silence, she calls back, "what about it exactly?"

"I failed to get a date with him. I'm not even sure he likes me anymore. Where do I go from here?"

"Well," Ochako pauses, looking across the counter at Todoroki. Should she let the conversation continue or cut it short. Decisions…

"Tell him he should just ask me on a date," Shouto whispers.

"Why don't you just ask him out? You are always on and on about being straightforward," she says, Todoroki making her mind up for her.

"It just seems too simple." Izuku sighs quietly. "I really like him, a lot, and I want to put in some effort."

"Tell him I'm a simple person," Shouto urges to Ochako.

"'Zuku, Todoroki is a simple person so I'm sure he would like a simple date request," she says, trying to sound like she is reasoning with him of her own free will.

"Are you sure we are friends with the same Shouto? He is so much deeper than that."

Todoroki raises an eyebrow, mirroring Ochako who asks, "how do you figure that?"

A noise of embarrassment comes from the office. "He is really sweet and caring. He dresses sensibly and smells amazing. When he smiles, I'm sure the earth stops turning and even though I've only heard him laugh one time, that sound could've saved Satan from the deepest depths of hell. He is so smart and calculated and everything he does gets maximum effort. So, can you imagine how much he would put into a relationship with me?"

Shouto's cheeks are flaming red and Uraraka has to bury her snickering behind her hand. "I've got nothing," he whispers, avoiding her gaze.

"Why don't you do something you're good at, like drawing him a comic to ask him out or something?"

"Ocha, that's it!" Izuku yells from the office excitedly.

"What is it?"

"I'm going to go old school. I'm going to make him a mixtape of all the music I have that reminds me of him and that I know will get the message across. After I'm sure he's listened to it, I'll ask him out straightforward like you suggested."

Todoroki gives Ochako a small smile and nods his head in approval. "That is very much a Midoriya thing to do."

"Izu, that sounds like a perfect plan," Ochako says.

Shouto leans in and whispers, "of course I still like him. It's just embarrassing to throw out all of our private business to the entire group at once. Besides, those massages were the best. I didn't mean to hurt him." Uraraka nods. Todoroki takes his coffee and heads out the door.

"Do you think maybe Todoroki was embarrassed that you asked him out so publicly?" Uraraka asks, returning to the office.

"I just want to show off my feelings for him, but you're probably right. He is much more personal about that kind of stuff."

When Izuku sits down in the basement living room, laptop open, ready to look through the locked folder of music labeled 'For My Favorite Person', there are footfalls on the stairs.

"Midoriya, there you are. Uraraka is about to start the house-wide meeting. You are asked to attend," Iida states, watching him from the stairs.

"I forgot about it," he says, closing his computer. He follows Tenya up the stairs to the dining room where the rest of his housemates are situated.

"Now that we are all present," Uraraka says, pointedly looking at Izuku. "Let us get down to our only order of business."

"We all know why we are here, Round Face," Katsuki calls out, rolling his eyes. "Get on with it."

"Does anyone object to hosting a Halloween party here?"

Everyone remains silent except for Katsuki. "I don't care to host a party here, but since it is the nerd's idea he should be in charge of the planning. I'll donate to the food and alcohol fund, but that's the most I'm doing."

"We are all underage, how are we supposed to get alcohol?" Asui asks, glancing around the table.

"Um, I-I have a friend who is going to get it for me. I checked with him yesterday," Izuku says nervously. "I take full responsibility for this party."

"The first weekend we have off from the party of the nightclub and we throw a house party instead," Todoroki says with amusement.

"How did you both land time off together?" Asui chimes in again.

"Fuyumi always closes Fire and Ice to prepare for the Halloween block party. Business slows down so instead of working us, she uses the time to stock up on supplies and has the place professionally cleaned. No cover charge and half-priced drinks are a big hit with the college students." Shouto finishes talking and everyone just looks at him.

"You're spending too much time with that damn nerd. His rambling habits are rubbing off on you," Katsuki says with a huff. Everyone chuckles at him.

"You are all dismissed," Uraraka announces, slamming her cup on the table. "Except for you, Izuku."

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Honor?" He says in a sultry tone, sitting on the edge of the table in front of her. They both laugh and snort.

"How is your mixtape coming along?"

"I was just about to pick the music when Iida came down to get me for the meeting." Izuku worries his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Have you decided on what you're going to name it?"

"Oh, that's easy." Izuku smiles bright enough to put 10,000 suns to shame. "I Like You a Latte."