Up until exactly half an eye-blink ago, Ochako didn't really have a type.

Sure, she had liked boys and even had a poster of a cute boy band in her room at one point in time—okay, it was two and they were both still up there, but that was largely because of laziness—but none of those feelings had really grabbed her attention beyond anything more than an above-average maybe.

Today in her ongoing quest towards becoming a better hero, she had talked to Aizawa-sensei, and he informed her of the existence of the U.A. student gym—which really needed to be like the first thing students learned—and told her to go talk to Deku, one of the third-year students that were good enough to earn praise from a man that would complain about a sunny day.

So, after class, she had gotten into her workout clothes, grabbed her water bottle, and marched into the gym fully intent on working out and being incredibly awkward as she tried to find out who Deku was because apparently, he was a gym rat.

The moment she walked in, she saw him.

The hero that would be known as Deku.

His fluffy green hair bounced as he jumped backward, avoiding the blow of his opponent. He landed with grace, a few drops of sweat falling off of his body shined in the air like ambrosia, the few more that had stuck to his body drifted downward, one particular drop tracing along his jawline down his neck before it reached his muscular chest. This was the first time in Ochako's life that she had ever felt jealous of a fucking sweatdrop.

To make things worse—and her knees so much weaker—he had a great big smile that could rival All Might's for the level of warmth and safety, but also surpassing All Might in terms of how much fun that smile was having. It was so inviting, so intoxicating, that she found herself stepping towards him completely and utterly smitten with that smile even though it wasn't even directed towards her.

She had found her type, and apparently, that type could be summed up as: perfect.

He was fit enough that all of his muscles could be shown off, but he wasn't at the level of buff that All Might was. Rather, his lean form was packed with muscles that looked completely healthy and like that, if she ate her lunch off of him her food would taste that much top of that, he was tall—well, taller than her, which wasn't saying much—but he was probably close to six foot.

Even his scars were hot!

Ochako watched as Deku continued to spar against his opponent, a more muscular boy with blonde hair that was smiling just as much as Deku. Even though she was coming to terms with her own sexual awakening, Ochako had enough thought power left to be amazed at how the two fought.

Poetry in motion.

Block.

Counter.

Remove defenses.

Break Through.

Strike.

Dodge.

Push to the side.

Back off.

Pace.

Stare off.

Feint.

Feint.

Prod.

Strike.

Strike.

Sweep.

Grab.

Shove.

Victory.

Deku had claimed victory, working his way through his opponent's defenses by exploiting the weaknesses, and then hammering home until he could force the blonde guy off balance and push him down onto the matted ground with a solid palm to the chest.

She wanted him to palm her chest.

That thought brought reality crashing down around her as she realized that the guy that she was supposed to ask for help was hotter than the sun and that there was no way she was even going to be able to say two words to him, and that even if she did, they'd basically just be random noises she made in response to the fact that he was completely and utterly shirtless.

And the fact that his sweats hugged his hips made him look like he belonged in certain magazines that Mina may or may not own. Just give him a rose in the mouth and some bedroom eyes and—

Ochako slapped her cheeks to calm herself down before she started to have even more daydreams. It worked.

It also drew the attention of the two-third years she had been ogling for at least five minutes at this point.

Deku's eyes met hers and her heart did funny things. Also, she might have just lost all feeling in her legs. Oh no, he'd have to carry her to the nurse's room.

Wait, no she wasn't going to faint.

She was a strong independent woman that didn't need no, okay, so maybe she needed him a bit.

Ochako swallowed and waved her hand. Why was she waving was she trying to get their attention, oh god, a blue-haired girl was watching too and she looked like a fitness model with how she was wearing tight workout clothes and here she was basically just wearing the standard U.A. gym clothes, because why would she bother buying cute gym clothes when the school gave her free gym clothes?

Especially since she wasn't expecting Deku to be fucking hot!

"Uhh," She paused and looked at her hand like it had just committed a grave offense. "I umm, hi."

How many words was that? Are uhh and umm words? She was going to go half and half with that. She said three words to him! That was better than her original goal of two! Progress.

Deku stared at her, blinking his green eyes right at her. Oh look, her knees could get even weaker. At this rate she was going to need to use her quirk on herself just to go home and take a shower.

A long one.

A long, cold one.

"I umm," She stammered, flailing her arms as she looked at him looking at her. Fuck! Why was he just staring at her! Was she blushing that much? Wait, it felt like her cheeks were hot enough to cook noodles on so, yes, she was probably red enough to be considered a tengu. Only hopefully she wasn't that ugly. "I uhh." That was three words again! Sure, they were more or less just the first couple of words again, but it was progress. In a couple years maybe she'd be able to work herself up towards partial sentences.

Sentences like; Fuck me.

Wait that would be too direct! Ahh!

"Oh!" Deku, smiled moving over towards her. "You're that one girl!"

"Ehhhh?" Ochako pointed towards herself, completely and utterly stupefied that someone like Deku could even mistake her for someone that he might know. "You know me?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Deku hopped over towards her, taking a few wide strides, his bare feet all but bouncing off the mattered floor that served as the sparring ring in the center of the gym. "You're, uh, you're the scrappy one with the float quirk!"

"Huh?" Holy crap he was hot and adorable? And friendly?

Dammit! He had a good personality too! Wait, why was that a bad thing? Oh, right, because there was a zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero zero one percent chance that he was even remotely single. And even if he was there was no way that he was going to be into someone like her.

She was a single scoop of vanilla ice cream in a cup, where the best part was arguably the little wooden spoon. Deku was like the kind of ice cream that she could find on Momo's Instagram and wonder if it tasted as good as it looked only to be dragged to the store, stare at the bill and contemplate life, and then find out that the ice cream tasted better than it looked.

"Yeah!" Deku laughed and stood in front of her. Completely shirtless in front of her. But she couldn't really pay attention to his torso. Okay, she could, right now her mind was trying really hard to develop photographic memory just so she could remember every single drop of sweat on Deku's chest. "You're in 1-A, right? I saw your fight with Kacchan," He placed both hands on his hips and chuckled. God his laugh was just sex. "I was honestly rooting for you, and I think that if you trained a bit more that you'd actually be able to beat him, especially with how tenacious you are. Honestly, that might have been my favorite fight."

The reason why she couldn't stare at his chest wasn't because of any form of self-control, rather, it was the complete lack thereof. Deku's happy expression, tone, and genuine excitement in talking to her made her feel like she was in a dream.

"Oh, so how does your quirk work? I saw you touching the ground a lot and you did some kind of a thing with your hands before everything stopped floating, how did you control the direction they would fall?" Deku mirrored her hand pyramid and tilted his head to the side. "Oh! Is that why you have those pinky glove things? That's really clever, so I take it you need to touch something with all of your fingers! And you release it by touching your fingers together! That's really neat and super useful! During a rescue you can remove heavy debris or even transport needed equipment quickly, not to mention how it would function in a fight, it turns all your attacks into—"

Ochako just tilted her head to the side and smiled, right up until the point that Deku's face was covered by a shirt.

"Oi, Izuku, you're scaring the freshman again." The blond guy with funny looking eyes walked beside him. "Sorry about that, he gets really excited about quirks. I'm pretty sure he wrote a thesis on mine."

"I did!" Izuku mumbled, pulling the shirt off his face and then quickly putting it on. Damn, he still looked fucking good. "I got an A+ on it in Ms. Yoka's class!" Izuku beamed, and then looked towards her again. "Oh, right, I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this," he pushed on the blonde's shoulder, "is Mirio Togata,"

Ochako bowed, hands at her sides. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Holy fuck that was a whole ass sentence!

Wait, she was supposed to introduce herself right. What should she say? Her name! She should say her name!

"I'm Ochako Uraraka." She blinked, and then bowed again, this time deeper. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, uh, sorry if I made you nervous or anything." Izuku's voice was calm, she saw his legs bend before his arms rested on his knees. "But you don't need to worry; just because I'm a third-year doesn't mean you have to let me get away with rambling."

Wait! Misunderstanding!

Gah!

Must fix!

"No, no, no," Ochako shot straight up and took a step back while she flailed her hands about in front of her. "I actually didn't mind what you were saying, it was actually super nice having someone be interested in my quirk for once, and you were so excited I couldn't help but stare at you, and I'm sorry for being nervous, I'm just here because I was looking for you, and then you said you knew me and then I kind of got all kinds of flustered and I couldn't think and then—"

"You were looking for me?"

Thank god he shut her up. Why did her mouth decide that it wanted to start working now?

"Umm," and now she was back to basic noises! "Yeah. Umm. Aizawa-sensei said that you might be able to help me?"

"He did?" Izuku scratched the back of his head, looking like an incredibly adorkable goofball model. Honestly, with a shirt on, he was easily someone that she could bring home to her parents and they'd be like 'damn,' and her mom would joke about kids, and she'd just blush and freak out before smiling and whispering to herself 'someday'. Izuku looked at her and gave a lopsided smile. "With what? It's not like—"

"Izuku." Mirio tapped his friend(?) on the shoulder. "Your modesty is starting to piss me off."

"Eh?"

"You're the best student in the school; no one doubts that once you graduate you're going to be the next All Might, so, please, stop pretending you're not." With that, Mirio whipped his towel over his shoulder and headed out, looking ever so slightly pissed off.

"Umm." Ochako watched the strange blonde guy leave for two seconds before her eyes were reminded of the eye candy right in front of her. "Did you beat him or something?"

"I think he's just mad that he thinks I could use his quirk better than him." Izuku scratched the back of his head and sucked on the bottom of his lip. Ochako wished that he was sucking on her bottom lip. "And yeah, I did beat him in the sports festival. But, uh, what'd Aizawa-sensei say when he said to come find me? And, why?"

"Uhh." Ahh. Her brain no work again. "Oh! Umm. Well, I asked him which internship I should go for to become a better fighter but he tossed the list away and told me to come find you and that you'd be able to help me kick butt." She made a fake fighting stance and looked up towards him. "And that I might even learn a thing or two or three, or a lot, one of those things, were a thing he said, and that umm, you'd be able to help me understand my quirk or something, and I don't know anymore."

"Oh." Izuku blinked and then clapped his hands. "Oh! Yeah! I can do that! It sounds like fun! Besides, I get to learn about your quirk too and I really like it when quirks tell physics to fuck off or something like that. Like Mirio! Wait, what happens if you use your quirk on him, and then he phases? Without the effect of gravity, his body might do something strange, but I'm not entirely sure. It might actually weird him out. Oh! Sorry, if I'm ever rambling feel free to hit me, and if you feel like you're doing it too much, hit me harder."

Hit him! She didn't want to hit him! She wanted to kiss him. Wait. That'd be a fantastic idea. If he ever started rambling she could just kiss him.

And then she could die.

Izuku smiled at her. "So, where would you like to start? Fighting, or quirk analysis?"

He looked like an excited puppy dog.

"Umm." He sounded a lot more interested in her quirk, but she wanted to learn some actual fighting techniques too. "Can we do both?"

His face lit up. "Sure!"

XXXX

Momo enjoyed the quiet afternoons that were so rare in the dorms at U.A. It wasn't that she hadn't come to love the absolute chaos that accompanied the dorm life, but, the peace and quiet were just such a luxury that she—

A knock on her door.

Pushing off her far too large bed, Momo opened the door and saw Ochako. The girl looked like a mess, or as Mina would say, a hot mess. Her hair was all over the place and she looked completely and utterly exhausted. "Ochako? Are you okay?"

"Mmm?" Ochako pulled some of the hair that had been in her mouth for god knows how long. "Oh, hi Momo, I was uhh, wondering if you could uhh do me a favor."

"Uhh, sure? Are you sure you're okay though?" It was rare for Ochako to ask for something, normally she was either offering help or acting too prideful to say that she wanted to try something expensive. Well, expensive for Ochako.

"I uhh, I was wondering if you could uhh." Ochako brought her hands up and made various sizes with them as her face burned a bright red. "Uhh, could I get the Mina special?"

"Mina… Speci—Oh."

Dildo.

How had she gone to hero school to become a sex toy vendor for her friends?

"Umm," Now that she looked at Ochako, it did look like she was currently in need of it. Maybe. "Sure, give me a second."

"Oh, can you make it green?"

The hell happened to Ochako?

AN: I wanted to write Ochako.

So I made her thirsty.

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