Mei stared at the bed that dominated her apartment in Tokyo. With a light tap of her foot, her apartment door shut tight behind her. The sound of her auto-door locking baby activating behind her did put a light smile on her face. She took two steps forward and allowed her book bag to slide from her shoulder as she slowly undid what remained of her school uniform.

It was only her first day of class at U.A. and already she was more tired, physically and mentally—especially mentally—than she had ever been. Normally she felt like she could keep going forever and ever when it came to making babies and just in general. But. Today. She had met him.

Izuku Midoriya, a seven foot tall second year that looked like one of his well-muscled arms could weigh as much as she did. He was also great with machines, like, really really great with machines. Some of the babies he was making had inspired her to make new and exciting babies that made her previous ideas look like ameauter hour. He was also nice. Like. Just. So nice that it actually mattered.

Mei stared at her bed for a moment and heavily debated the idea of actually going to bed early for the first time in her life. With a grunt, she slammed her face down onto the mattress and embraced the feeling of her still moderately clean sheets. She could almost still smell the industrial levels of detergent that had turned the once blue sheets into a murky grey. With her free hand, she stretched back and plopped off her boots with as little effort as possible, which ended up being more taxing anyway.

In theory, today had gone great! At least, once she had gotten through classes and had been allowed into the workshop. What'shisname-sensei was very instructive, and Izuku even more so. Not to mention there were so many wonderful babies she could make at U.A.!

There was just one, small, itsy-bitsy, tiny, problem.

That just so happened to be the size of a barn.

And that problem's name? Izuku Midoriya.

Specifically, his everything.

He was just.

He was.

He.

Mei let out a moan and kicked her legs as she buried her face deeper into the blankets. He was so distracting! It was so hard to focus on anything that wasn't him, and his damn smile. Not only that but there was something about the way that he said her name that made her stop functioning. Legs, arms, mouth, everything just turned to goo. Her cheeks felt warm, and her heart beat fast, all the while she couldn't stop looking at him.

Just thinking about him now was making her chest vibrate.

No wait, that was just her phone.

With far more effort than was necessary, Mei flopped onto her back and watched as her phone slid free from its pocket and nestled into her neck like an overly affectionate rat. After letting it ring once more, she picked it up. "Mei Hatsume, Future leader of support item technology speaking."

"Yo! Mei-day!" Her brother's usual bombastic voice did not lose any of its oomph over the phone. "Greetings from Kyoto! Everything's fine over here, the workshop is still going great. But how are things over at the big U.A? It was your first day of class, right? How were the teachers? Did you make any new friends? Mei? Mei-day? You there?... did you forget to eat today."

"I ate." Though she was hungry again. "Sorry Otto, I'm just out of it."

"What? Was class that rough?" Otto asked, the sound of someone grinding something followed by a door shutting behind him carried over onto the phone.

"Not really, everything was pretty boring." Mei stared up at her ceiling for a few moments. She should make a baby that would start her ceiling fan for the summer. Or, she should make a baby that was her ceiling fan. Or she should focus on making more useful babies for heroes. So many choices.

"Oh? Then what was wrong? Did you get in a fight with your classmates?... Again?"

That was once.

In fourth grade.

Someone had destroyed her popsicle catapult.

"No."

"Then what? Period?"

"No, that was last week."

"Then… uhh… Alright, your older brother is gonna need some more info."

Mei let out a sigh. "Well, classes were boring. Like always. I didn't really pay attention because I was so excited for getting my first look at the U.A. workshop. And then…"

She paused and bit her lip.

"Did you get detention for not paying attention?"

"No," she let out an exaggerated noise as her stomach made a loud unhappy noise. "I went there with my class and it was great, but I kept getting distracted by Izuku."

"Who's Izuku?"

"My Senpai, he's like a helper at the workshop and I think he's kind of in charge of the place when Sensei isn't there. He has a key."

"Hmm, and how was he distracting you? He wasn't flirting with you was he?"

Flirting?

"Uhh, I don't think so. Basically, it's hard to focus on anything besides him."

"Hmm." Her brother paused. "In what way?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just that whenever he's around I want to look at him, and my face feels warm, and my heart feels all funny and my tongue doesn't work and I like to look at him."

Wait, she said that twice.

"I see."

There was a pause.

"Mei?" her brother asked in a stern voice.

"Hmm?" she asked, still thinking about what was the proper shade of green to describe Izuku. Just regular green would pretty much cover it, but that was lazy. Maybe a jade green? No, that wasn't quite right? Verdant green? Oh. She knew. Plaid. With the two primary colors being forest green and jade green.

"I think you might have a crush on Izuku."

"Oh." She blinked. She knew what a crush was. She had heard some of the girls in her old classes talking about it from time to time, and she even had been told that someone had a crush on her at one point. A crush was when someone had romantic feelings for someone else.

The boy had a crush on her because she had big boobs.

And she had a crush on Izuku because he was uhh… Giant arms, a hand that could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes, a smile that made her heart make weird noises and a cute accent that just drew her in. Not to mention the fact that if she was aware of him, she was hyper-aware of him.

"Okay," she replied slowly. "What do I do with it."

"No idea! I never even asked any of my crushes out!" Her brother gave a great big sigh. "Well, you're a smart cookie Mei! I'm sure you'll figure something out. And if this Izuku guy ends up breaking your heart, call me up and we can make a knee-breaking robot!"

"Kay." Mei stared up at the ceiling as the call with her brother came to a close.

So, if she had a crush on Izuku, then the only thing she had to do was tell him about it.

That sounded easy.

XXXX

One time, when she was a small grease-covered child that many people labeled as a grease monkey, Mei had encountered a beautiful rust-covered machine. She wanted to take it apart, take it home, and try to make something out of it. But, the nut on it was so rusted on that it had practically become one with the machine itself. In order to remove that nut, Mei not only needed Otto's help, but several dozen chemicals, a buzz saw, a power wrench, and a metric fuck ton of elbow grease.

Point being, removing that nut with nothing but her left buttcheek would have been easier than admitting her abrupt feelings towards Izuku.

So far, all she had managed to do was make a vaguely squeaky noise in his general area.

Well, if she couldn't confess for whatever the hell reason was actually stopping her from being able to do just that, then she needed to just focus on her work!

That was it!

She would focus on her work and Izuku would focus on his work.

And they would both focus.

It didn't matter if there were a dozen other people sharing this same space with them, but it was all good. Even if she was mildly panicking right now just by being in the same room as him.

Not to mention what the hell was up with her response when he greeted her?

He said hello, she said pwapufdw which was just a gargled mess of ideas and concepts that she attempted to say all at once.

Izuku just gave a light laugh and apologized for surprising her.

Focus! She needed to focus! What was the first thing she was going to be building?

Hoverboots? Grappling hook? Battering ram? Net gun? A robot that could confess to Izuku for her?

She slapped her cheeks and shook her head.

The first one!

She ambled over to a design station, which was a large tablet that was filled to the brim with programs to help her design her future projects. It had everything from a blueprint design to inventory and even a special order program that could get materials the workshop didn't have on hand. So much nicer than using her brother's phone to order stuff and designing with a notepad.

It took her roughly two seconds to figure out how exactly the tablet functioned and another three to find the stylus in the drawer.

Hover Boots were a simple idea; first step would be determining how much weight she would actually need to move with them. If she used herself as the basis, then it wouldn't be too large.

As she worked on her project, she once again became hyper aware of Izuku's presence in the room, in part because he was standing right behind her.

She glanced back and caught a glimpse of his curious smile and could hear the gears in her mind grind to a screeching halt.

"Hi there May." He said her name in that slightly off way than everyone else that just made her want to wiggle. He looked at her tablet and smiled. "Woah, you got the design process down, when did you start that project?"

"Uhhhh." She could hear the static of her brain trying to figure out what to say.

"Oh sorry, I guess I must be scaring you talking to you out of the blue like this." Izuku scratched the back of his head and looked to the side. "Sorry, I'll leave you too it."

"I started today!" Her mouth said so fast that it just came out as "Today!"

"What?" Izuku looked at her in surprise and took a step towards her and the tablet. "You did all this, since this morning?"

"Uhh, no," she admitted and watched Izuku's shoulders slump in relief. "Since I walked in the door."

"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, that's some talent you got there May," He stood even closer to her and looked at the tablet more closely. "You mine showing me what you got? I've been looking for a pair of boots for my own project and yours are lookin' prettier than a speckled pup under a wagon with his tongue hanging out."

What? And why did she want him to say that about her?

"Sure!" She beamed up at him, and started to go through the tabs she had built up over the tablet. "This is the first iteration I've been toying with, it's a—"

"Wait, first iteration? How many have you made in," he looked at the clock, "two hours?"

"Uhh… Four and a half."

Izuku let out a low whistle, "Well I'll be. May, I have a feeling we're nothing but horses of the same color when it comes to support gear."

Tech.

When it came to tech, she could talk to Izuku.

And they could talk a lot.

It only made her crush that much worse though.

AN: Have more of this! (Nejire will be here eventually promise!)