AN: I do not own MHA.

My second attempt at the IzuMina week. I barely made it in time for the first day, depending on where you stay.

(Class 1-A Common Room)

Izuku Midoriya was Class 1-A's resident quirk and hero nerd. No one in the class, not even Momo, was as knowledgeable as him in these departments. There was no contest, even Bakugo agreed. His analysis notebooks were filled to the brim with multiple heroes, and recently, villains. He had separate notebooks for both first-year hero classes, one for each one.

And right now he was in Class 1-A's notebook, drawing on a piece of paper. Izuku considered himself an amateur artist, beginning at the early age of 6. The same time he began his notebooks.

His drawings were very crude at first, but slowly got more elaborate over time. He went from his child doodles to more American cartoonish styles. Then he did gestural style, capturing the pose a hero did when battling criminals. Around two years ago, he settled on photorealism. Now, he would take a sketch of the hero's face during an event and when he got back home, he would recreate their face from the sketch and memory.

The teen could now confidently say he would be proud to show his artwork to anyone. If they asked, of course. He was still a shy boy.

But right now, he was frustrated. Why? Because the portrait he was making just never seemed to come out the way he wanted. The only problem he was having was with their eyes!

He sighed, balling up the paper before tossing it in the trash. He threw at the nearby trash bin, only for it to be caught by a pink hand. Izuku's eyes widened when he saw who caught it. "What's this Midori?"

"Trash Ashido." He answered quickly, jumping up from the couch. He went to grab his failed drawing, but Mina hopped away from him while holding the paper high in the air.

"Come on Midori, let me see!" She said while her fellow student tried to grab the ball.

"No, it's terrible!" She rolled her eyes as she ran away, Izuku right behind her. She was too curious to let this go and she really wanted to see what he was doing. The few times people saw Izuku in his notebooks when they tried to take a peek, he would hide the notebook while getting away.

'He's kind like a gremlin when he does that. Like Bakugo, but without explosions,' Mina thought, as she jumped over the common room table to avoid Izuku's lunge, 'That's who he probably got it from. They have known each other forever.'

"Ashido!" She heard her pursuer shout as she exited the kitchen. That had garnered the attention of some of their classmates. Jiro had watched the scene in amusement, while Momo looked on confusedly.

Iida had a different approach. "Ashido! Stop running in the halls!"

Izuku burst into the hallway, looking for his target. "Give it to me!"

"Midoriya, what are you doing?" Iida asked, getting between the pink girl and quirk nerd.

Mina blew a raspberry at Izuku as he frantically tried to explain what just happened and Iida enthusiastically reprimanded him with many arm chops. The acid user took this chance to unroll the piece of paper. She went held in a gasp at the picture in front of her.

"OMG Midori, is this me?" She shrieked. On the rustled piece of paper, was clearly a black and white portrait of her. Everything in the picture was perfect to her. Even her horns were right.

Momo and Jirou had walked over to the Mina, while Izuku slumped in defeat. Jirou let out a whistle of appreciation. "Dang dude, you can really draw."

"I agree with Jirou. This is simply magnificent," Momo added.

"You can clearly see the talent Mirdoriya has and the amount of thought and time he put into this portrait," Iida joined in, examing the paper.

"Why did you try to trash this, Midori?" Mina asked, waving the portrait in the Izuku's face.

"It's not good enough," was his reply. The other three students looked at one another in confusion.

"Dude, you got explain yourself," Jirou said.

"I concur. I see nothing wrong with it," Momo also said, with Iida nodding in agreement.

"Her eyes," Izuku said, "I can't get them right."

The three looked at the portrait, then Izuku with questioning glances. "You guys don't understand. Ashido's eyes are the most expressive part of her. They're light the clear night sky with a bright star in the middle that you could easily stare at for hours! I just can't capture that of off memory!"

Silence followed. Jirou turned her head to the side to cough, covering her laugh. Iida had taken a deep breath, trying to find the correct response. Momo just had her hand over her mouth, slightly blushing. "Oh my."

Mina was blushing purple at the words when Izuku's brain caught up to his mouth. He went into his familiar tomato red mode, smoking coming out of his ears. "I'm sorry, Ashido!"

"No, no. It's alright. It was kind of sweet," The acid user told him, successfully calming Izuku down somewhat.

"Even if it was a bit dorkish," Jirou added.

"Jirou!" Momo and Iida reprimanded the ear jack student.

"Okay, it was really dorkish. Like the dorkiest compliment I've ever heard," Jirou said, smirking, "And I've heard a lot from Jamming Whey."

"You know, I bet Mina would mind modeling for you for your picture. Especially if you make a copy for her."

"That's a great idea, Jirou!" Mina said excitedly, she grabbed Izuku's hand, "We can do it in my room, or yours, so no one distracts us!"

Jirou sighed in relief. 'I slipped up, but I was able to distract her before she caught it.'

"Excellent idea, Jirou," Momo said.

"No!" Iida stopped Mina from dragging the stuttering Izuku away, "It's inappropriate for a male to be in a female's dorm room!"

"Stop being such a square, Prez. There are no written rules against it," Jirou said, "Right Momo?"

"What say you is true, but..." Jiro waved off the rest of Momo's words, pushing the model and artist away.

"They'll be fine, as long as they are out by dinner. Can you deal with that, Prez?" Jirou asked.

Iida straightened his glasses. "That is okay. But no later than dinner, do you understand?"

Mina nodded enthusiastically about to drag Izuku away, again. "Wait, I need my supplies!"

Mina let him go and he quickly returned with all his paper and pencils. "I'm ready."

"My room then! I don't want to get distracted by giving me All Might trivia," She said leading the way.

Izuku scrambled to get behind her, excited at getting the drawing done the way he wanted. "I wouldn't do that."

The three forgotten classmates stared at the pair's backs. Iida cleared his throat. "I trust you two won't speak of this to Uraraka, right?"

AN: EH?