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I'm Desperate And Need You

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Katsuki was wiped out.

Dragging in dirt from his still semi-wet combat boots caked in mud. He didn't care about the mess, only having his bed in mind as he entered the apartment. He'd sweep and mop the floors later.

Everything was dark with only the natural light of the sun rising and peaking in from the living room's wide windows. Their air conditioning unit softly humming to life as its auto sensor made its nightly rounds.

Despite his exhausted state, he still quietly made his way to the front of Ochako's bedroom door before going down the hall to his own room. During the day whenever he knows that she's home, he'll knock or raise his voice so that she's aware of his presence.

Katsuki can't explain it, his nightly ritual since they first moved in together, so far away from their home town. At night, whenever he'd get home in the early dawn covered hours of the morning - he'd lean into the wood of her door, pressing his forehead against the wall and whisper, telling her that he's home. But he'd never open her door to let himself in, knowing he easily could as they both never really locked their doors.

Not matter how tempting it was to watch her sleep and quite possibly get a chuckle out of hearing her sleep-talk into her pillow as she drools and mumbles about all the foods she plans on eating or trying.

It was adorable and something he rarely gets to witness himself unless she dozes off and falls asleep during their movie nights in the living room. Then and only then does he and then he'd carefully carry her to bed.

Ochako wasn't aware of his nightly ritual and if she ever did, she'd probably call him a creep.

"I'm home, Angel…" he whispers against her door as he briefly closes his eyes and mentally fights his trembling hands from not twisting her doorknob open.

Over the years growing up together, at some point Katsuki found himself calling her 'Angel' in private moments. There's no way in hell he'd ever say it to her face, out loud where she could potentially hear him though.

Leaving her door, he turns around to go walk past their living room and straight down the hall to his own room. Once inside his room, he's glad he no longer lugs around his grenadier bracers, mask and headpieces, metal shoulder piece and knee guards. All that shit was left in his work locker.

The only thing on him is his belt which had no remaining grenades clipped onto it, having used them all during his mission while in Yokohama. Feeling hot, he takes off his green and orange gloves and metal wrist cuffs. Snapping his belt off and throwing it somewhere on his floor, he takes off his hero costume's sleeveless muscle tank and plops down face first directly onto his bed.

Having no energy left in him to take off his boots, he instead basks in the cool softness of his clean scented comforter as he hugs his pillow and drifts off without a second thought in mind.

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In the morning, Ochako wakes up to her phone constantly dinging with new alerts incoming as one by one fills up her lock screen's front screen notifications.

Groggily, she pats around her nightstand with pink mitten covered hands. It was her defense mechanism in case she ever accidentally activated her quirk while in deep sleep. Her pink curtains do little to shield her from the morning's light peeking into her room.

Checking her phone, she sees that it was just text messages from two of her closest friends.

From: The Muscle

Mornin, Love! Don't tell Kat but I just boarded the bullet train. Can't wait to see y'all! Xoxo.

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Ochako smiles at Eijirou's text message. She's happy to know that he really was coming to Tokyo to visit them after all. He had told her about two weeks ago that he wasn't sure if he'd get the chance to due to work. She knows that it was mainly in order to see his girlfriend Mina who conveniently lives nearby to her and Katsuki, but a visit's a visit and he was always a welcomed guest in their apartment.

Having grown up in the countryside with Katsuki, Eijirou, and Izuku - Ochako had grown up being a tomboy. Never afraid of scrapes, bruises, or getting her hands dirty. Sure, the boys would playfully tease her whenever she showed interest in feminine things but then she'd slug them on the arms and leave them yelping from her mean right hook. Despite Eijirou having a hardening quirk, he'd never use it in order to avoid her punches. Ochako has always appreciated the fact that he took her serious.

She takes off her mittens, setting them to her side as she replies back. Telling him that she's counting down the minutes until his arrival and to be safe while adding a few heart emojis. After sending him the message, she checks her other messages - these being a wall of texts from Izuku.

From: BunBun

Ok don't judge me but last night I hooked up with Shouto in an Endeavor themed love hotel.

From: BunBun

And no, it wasn't due to some weird daddy kink. Apparently, we don't know how to read when booking a room. Stupid kanji. And five shots of tequila.

From: BunBun

I swear it's not as weird as it sounds except for maybe the random popcorn machine with Endeavor's face on it.

From: BunBun

Anyways that's not the point. Ah, I'm so happy we finally did it! But I totally freaked out and declined to have breakfast with Shouto.

From: BunBun

Was I right? Was I wrong? I mean, how does one just go about their day after that?!

From: BunBun

I'm home now but all I can think about is Shouto's d… damn perfect body.

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Ochako had to reread everything to make sure she was reading everything correctly as she was now starting to fully wake up. Blinking a couple of times as she taps her fingers holding her phone, trying to think of what to say. Wanting to sound sagely and wise beyond her years as if she could personally relate to his current predicament.

From the three boys she grew up with, hers and Izuku's relationship was different in dynamic. Where Katsuki has always looked after her, she'd do the same but for Izuku. He was more like an older brother to her. One that, at times would act like she was made out of precious glass.

It didn't take long for Izuku to realize that she wasn't fragile. Remembering how Katsuki would drill it into his head anytime the group of four would venture to the nearby forest and cross large tree trunks to get to a creek. Izuku would always hold Ochako's hand as a precaution in case they were to ever trip over something.

To: BunBun

You do realize you're asking the wrong person for advice here, right?

Delivered

Ochako knows he won't be answering anytime soon as she checks the time when he had first sent her his wall of text. Which had been before six in the morning. Yeah, she guesses he's probably asleep or nursing a hangover. Either one.

Leaving her phone on her bed, she gets up and slips on her fuzzy orange house slippers. Opening her bedroom's door, she stands there for a second debating on what to do first. Should she place the kettle to heat up on the stove for tea or go bug Katsuki? Who she's sure was sleeping like a lion.

First thing's first - she heads to the bathroom to freshen up before making a final decision.

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Ochako decides to go bug Katsuki after filling the kettle and letting it heat up on the stove.

She's well aware she's playing a dangerous game right now but the thrill and reward far outweighs the hazards. Besides, he's in trouble.

Quietly entering his room, she sees him sleeping face-first sprawled out on his bed. And still wearing half of his hero costume. She's no stranger to seeing him shirtless but the sight was always a feast for her eyes.

Getting closer to the foot of his bed, she sees the dimples on the small of his back with his boxers peeking out from his pants. His back slowly moving from his breathing as she could hear the faintest snores coming from his pillow.

Normally, she'd let him sleep in but that's only when he's at her mercy.

Since he made dinner last night, it was her turn to make breakfast. But with no milk, that left her with limited options when that's the one thing she was looking forward to in the morning.

"You evil jerk left me without milk for my cereal!" she playfully lectures as she places one knee on his bed sinking in the mattress. Slowly she climbs on top of him, placing her thighs on either side of him and begins lightly smacking his hot skin.

"Ocha… ko…" she hears him groggily mumble, "your hands are cold as shit!" he yells, forcing all his coherent thinking into that one sentence as he feels her leave her hands on his heated back.

"That's what ya get for last night!" she triumphantly smirks as she keeps her hands still while pointing her pinkies up as to not accelerate his waking by accidentally sending him up to the ceiling of his bedroom.

Katsuki speaks up again, still refusing to open his eyes, "I know you sure as hell didn't eat my pizza and we've been out of milk for a few days now" he tells her matter-of-factly, fully awake now as he hears her squeak out a tiny, "huh?"

"Someone's like a damn cat and finished it all!" he tells her as he rocks his body side to side to get her off of him. She plops down to his side facing him as she repositions herself to lay her head on one of his large pillows.

"It's not about that" she speaks up, fully aware that what was bugging her was extremely silly. It was never about the milk.

Katsuki peeks out one eye opened, a dark ruby looking back at her own topaz brown eyes. He lifts his free hand to flick her forehead. "As if I'd leave you suffering, 'Cheeks" he whispers right as they both hear the kettle on the stove chime. He wasn't being serious about denying her access to his hands. He'd do whatever it takes to make her feel better in those rare moments she got sick.

Ochako's heart flutters for a millisecond as she remembers her boundaries. He's not into her. She's not his type. No point in tarnishing years of friendship over a silly not-so-little-but-actually huge crush. He's just her really caring, super sweet, grumpy and totally hot best friend.

"You gonna get that?" he questions when he sees her lost in thought like some damn space cadet.

Ochako snaps out of it, furiously blinking and willing her blush to remain hidden within her already rosy cheeks. "Yeah but you still owe me milk!" she surprises him by squeezing his nose and sticking out her tongue at him. She quickly gets off his bed and runs out of his room to head to the kitchen.

"Stubborn ass!" Katsuki yells to her right as she leaves. Going back to bed for a few more minutes which easily turned into a couple of hours later.

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Title: Humble but broke AF. Womp. Womp.

Description: For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with my best friend. At first glance, he's not the most caring, affectionate, or charismatic person you'll ever meet. But his heart's in the right place and its captured mine since the first time we said, 'I do,' as children pretending to get married. I think that's when it first clicked that I might have feelings for him. What girl wouldn't want to get married to their soulmate? I'm extremely fortunate to say that my best friend is mine. In a hero based society, we're just two rookies still trying to climb the ranks up to pro status and make this world just that bit easier to sleep in at night. We may not be able to afford a luxurious wedding at the moment, or ever really, but as long as we've got each other – it's us against the world and I couldn't possibly ask for more.

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Ochako had just finished twisting her hair up and clipping it into a messy bun and was ready to head to the gym for her weekly workout. She gets stopped by an urgent phone call. Swiping her phone to accept the call, she walks out of her room.

"Ochako!" she hears Izuku deeply breathe out on his end.

"BunBun, are you out jogging?" she giggles as she asks him with an amused tone.

"Open… up…" he pants out as she raises a curious brow.

"Wait, you're here?" she balances her phone in the crook of her neck as she sets down her gym bag on the couch. He gives her a choppy, "mhm," as she gets the front door.

"Kacchan?" Izuku questions with wide eyes.

"In the shower" Ochako informs him while frowning, "are you okay, you're kinda freaking me out?"

Izuku seems to relax a bit at knowing he's got a few minutes alone with Ochako without throwing Katsuki into the mix just yet.

"You're not secretly engaged, are you?" he cautiously asks her.

Ochako wasn't expecting that kind of question from the way he's acting. "Who would I be engaged to? A ghost?" she thinks it's a silly question and maybe he's had too much caffeine with the jittery way he's acting.

"When's the last time you've checked TMB?" he then asks next. Like her, Izuku was also subscribed to the popular wedding app. He mainly used it for date night ideas but he'd be lying if he said he didn't also have a wedding dream board on his profile page.

"Uhh…" Ochako cutely scrunches up her nose and puckers up her lips in thought. When she thinks about it, she hasn't checked it since she got dumped. "About three days ago?" she honestly tells him as he opens up the app on his phone to show her.

"Don't panic" he slowly tells her as he shows her.

Ochako carefully takes his phone and sees what's gotten him all riled up. A few minutes later, she nearly drops his phone. Luckily, he sometimes has quick reflexes and manages to save his phone from dropping on the wooden floorboards.

She checks her own phone and sees the same thing but also that her notifications were accidentally turned off as well. No wonder she hasn't seen any news alerts.

"I have a private message pending" she says as she opens it up to see it was an official message from the site itself. It was telling her that her story won a contest hosted by the billionaire Toshinori Yagi. As she reads the letter, she reads it out loud for Izuku to hear. "This has to be a joke, right?" she's in disbelief and needs to sit down for a second.

Izuku guides her to the couch and has her sit down as he sits next to her and gently takes her phone in order to read the message himself. After searching around the app, he finds the contest that Ochako supposedly won.

"It's true. There really was a contest going on. You must have accidentally posted your story as a submission" he truthfully tells her as he hands her phone back to her.

"I am never drinking wine again" she whispers to herself as she grips her phone.

A few silent minutes pass as Ochako looks up at him with her own set of wide eyes. "What do I do?! Do I accept it just because I want a tiered mochi cake or do I politely refuse and just daydream about a tiered mochi cake that I'll never get to try?!"

"Really? I think this is far bigger than just worrying over mochi cake"

"I know that, it's also about the expensive gifts. I've always wanted a blender"

"Ochako…"

"I'm being serious. I have needs too, ya know!"

"How about we start off with the fact that you don't have a fiancé, eh?"

At the reminder that she's hopelessly single, she comes back down to earth. Izuku already knew what her ex-boyfriend did. Blood boiling at the thought that he'd be a coward and break up via a text message. But this wasn't about him. This is about her and what she's going to do.

"You accepting or declining the offer?" he gently asks when she drops her head in her hands. Resting her elbows on the tops of her knees as she contemplates her options.

"Would it be so awful of me to just accept? Play pretend just so I can act like I just had a fairytale ending?"

"I wouldn't think any less of you. I love you so I support anything you choose to do" she hears Izuku chuckle as she scratches her head, causing the clip to fall off when she messes up her hair.

"What about the groom? I can't afford to pay an actor and you're with Shouto" Ochako finally looks up, untangling her fingers from her hair and fixes her bun again.

Before Izuku could speak up to suggest his option, they both stop and stare as they see the bathroom's door open up.

Hot steam comes pouring out the second a towel-clad body steps out while rubbing damp blond hair with a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

Izuku and Ochako give each other a look with a spark of an idea twinkling in their eyes.

"KATSUKI!"

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