A/N: Here we are! Chapter 2! The response from Chapter 1 was incredible with 60 follows, 30 favourites and 800 reads! That's the fastest any of the stories I've ever written has grown and that really makes me happy as I'm absolutely loving writing this! So, here's chapter 2! I hope you enjoy :D

Izuku was used to early mornings, especially since he'd inherited One For All. His training regime always started at around six, taking a run along the beach, training on his new punch bag and lifting weights whilst studying. All of this went on until around twelve in the afternoon when he allowed himself time just to relax. Besides, six hours of straight training was more than enough, according to All Might.

But today was Thursday, the Thursday when he would meet with Mina Ashido. He'd barely managed to sleep thanks to his anxiety and his over thinking of what it was they would do for the day. He'd had a go at brainstorming a few fun ideas whilst he lay staring at the ceiling this morning; Going to get ice cream at the beach, looking around the city and getting lunch were some of his only ideas, however.

His problem with this scenario was that he'd never actually hung out with a friend before. Sure, he'd spent time with Iida, Uraraka, and some of his other pals, but that was always whilst as school, never outside it.

He knew there wasn't much point in panicking about it, but he just couldn't help it. Again, this was the first time he would be actually 'hanging out' with a friend outside of school. What were friends meant to do when they met up? He knew Mina would be a total expert in the matter since, as she'd said the evening before, she was always meeting up with her other friends outside of school.

He pushed the thoughts from his mind and sighed, straining his abs to pull himself up without being able to use his arms. Since he was bandaged up in his uniform, he hadn't been able to take it off. His mother had tried helping him but thanks to the casts, there was no chance of him getting out of it. So, instead of being able to sleep in pyjamas, he'd slept in his school uniform and it was far from ideal.

He pushed the covers off with his legs and sat himself up on the edge of his bed with his arms still held at ninety-degree angles thanks to Recovery Girls handy work. Luckily, they had come loose whilst he was asleep. The once secure wraps were hanging a little looser than before and that would at least make it a little easier to free himself. Something else that would come in handy in this situation was that this wasn't his first time having his arms in casts.

He allowed himself a quick yawn before starting on removing his bandages. He began by gently wriggling his fingers; Understandably they felt a little stiff, not being able to move them since yesterday afternoon and they clicked lightly as he did. Once moving them felt comfortable and easy, he did his best to grab hold of one of the loose castings on his arm. Sure, he was now able to move his fingers, but it wasn't just his arm that had been broken. At the time of the fight, he'd also demolished his fingers and his hand, so they too were bandaged up.

He eventually decided that instead of trying to loosen his arm casts with padded fingers, he'd be better off unwrapping them first to allow him to get a grip on his arm casts. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth first, he gently grabbed hold of one of the corners of the fingers wrapping and, after a few gently tugs, the bindings came free. Moving his head in a circular motion his unwrapped the bindings from his finger and finally, the air was touching his skin again.

That's when he noticed it, how crooked his fingers really were. Recovery girl had warned him that his right hand would be irreversibly damaged, but he hadn't quite expected this. He could take a better look at them when he was fully free of his bandages though. Now he had a free hand to work with, he started on getting the casts off his arms.

Thanks to the freedom of his fingers it was an easy task and before long, the bandages were on the ground and his arms were free. Before starting any of his stretches, he gave his right arm some attention. He was shocked by what damage he'd done, sure it wasn't horrible or enough to make your stomach churn, but it was concerning, the same sort of thing went for his left arm too.

Two or three large scars were now imprinted along his upper and forearms and two much more noticeable scars were carved onto the back of his hand. His fingers were no longer straight either, but slightly crooked and bent. It wouldn't affect his usual training or daily task management, but it wasn't appealing to the eye, it even aroused a little fear in him. Fear that this was truly the damage One For All could do if he didn't learn to master it's power and was foolish in how he used it.

But that was a matter for another day, right now he had a day out with his new friend to get ready for. He scooped the mass of bandages up from the floor and cradled them in his arms as he carried them downstairs to the bin. His elbows clicked quite loudly in reaction to being moved out of their bound position and they creaked and ached as he moved them around, pushing the bindings to the bottom of the bin to save on room.

He had to make sure that this wouldn't be a lasting issue and decided that some basic morning tasks should hopefully get them back to feeling like their old selves. He started off with breakfast, stretching them up as he grabbed the cereal from the top of a cupboard and retrieved a bowl from within the same fixture. He poured an ample amount of the multi-coloured loops into his bowl before returning the box to the shelf and heading to the fridge for milk.

The stress his arms were feeling was becoming less and less by the second, carrying the full six-pint milk carton from the fridge to his awaiting cereal without much of an issue. So, from there, his routine continued; Eating his breakfast, brushing his teeth, changing out of his uniform and into some more comfortable clothing and making sure he looked presentable for the day. Once that was all done and dusted, the thought that his arms had only just been freed from bandages was absent, he felt as good as new, although they didn't look that way.

Grabbing his phone from his bedside table as well as his wallet he headed back downstairs to prepare for the antagonising wait that would be from now until twelve. He immediately regretted getting up as early as he had, however. It was only nine-twenty-four as of right now, which meant he still had about two hours until he could even think about leaving.

He stopped in the hallway and looked at himself in the mirror as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He'd decided to go for a more casual look than usual today, not trying to dress up but also not trying to seem like he didn't care. A black T-Shirt with three quarter length sleeves and the overlapping letters 'A' and 'M' printed on the front in white writing, with jeans and a white sleeveless hoodie. It wasn't his usual attire but then again, this wasn't his usual Thursday. Besides, he could imagine that when he met with Mina, he'd feel like he'd underdressed anyway.

However, that was already done now, and with nothing else really left do he decided that watching a little bit of TV before leaving would be a good way to pass the time. Another thing he'd get to do was listen to his mum rant on about how she wished he wouldn't keep going and getting himself hurt. He loved his mother; Of course, he did, more than anything, but he'd sometimes wish she didn't get so worked up. Sure, what had happened was a big deal, but she always seemed to get herself so upset over it. He'd just have to try a little harder to reassure her this time.

Ten O'clock on the dot, the perfect amount of time for the bubbly acid using girl to get ready for her day out. She'd not had a lot of time to plan but already she knew the sorts of things she wanted to do with her new timid friend. Shoving the covers off herself and sat bolt upright with an excited smile on her face.

"Mina! Are you up yet!" Her mother called from downstairs.

Mina's parents also had Quirks, but they didn't work hero jobs, instead, her father worked as a mechanic and her mother worked in a bank although she didn't quite understand why this was. Her parents had very capable Quirks but had simply decided that the hero life wasn't for them, that didn't stop from encouraging her daughter though, even her little brother gave her an encouraging push when he could.

Her father, Arata Ashido's Quirk was Spine. This was another physical appearance Quirk that made him stand out, not all that much, but enough to make people take a second glance when he passed. He grew small, tough spikes down his back that he could fire off at will and regrow in a matter of seconds.

He was always careful to use specially made pillows when he sat at the table or on the sofa to make sure he didn't end up turning the sofa into an oversized pincushion and, as intimidating as he looked, he was a softie at heart. He also had two, slightly larger yellow horns protruding from his forehead which is where Mina assumed her own horns were inherited from.

Then there was her mother, Fumika Ashido whose Quirk was concentration. It was a Quirk that allowed her to fire off a stream of liquid, of which she could control the concentration of and control. It could either be water or incredibly strong acid depending on how and when she would use it and she could also use it at an extended limb, controlling distance, movement and other things like a hand could.

None of her physical traits really transferred over to Mina accept her short, somehow always frizzy platinum hair and amber eyes, although her's were not sclera like her daughters were. Then finally came her little brother, Yuuta Ashido, whose Quirk was Solidifying. He could shoot large balls of stick liquid that he could harden on command. They could also take the form of spikes, cubes, or any shape of his choice.

"Yes, I'm up!" Mina hollered back, bounding out of bed and stretching her arms high above her head. Skimpy black shorts and a dark blue tank top had served as her pyjamas for the night but thanks to her unusual sleeping habits of dozing off on her pillow and waking up hanging off the side of the bed, it had ridden to places that were far from comfortable. Adjusting her clothing to be a little more 'suitable' she grabbed her phone from its charger and expertly navigated through the mass of clothing, bed covers, magazines, other nick-nacks that occupied her floor.

Before doing anything close to getting ready to head out, there was one thing she wanted to check. When she suggested hanging out for the day to Izuku the evening before, she never actually gave him the chance to reply, she just took him asking where and what time they were meeting to be a yes but maybe he was asking because he had things to do. After being injured in the fight with Todoroki he probably wanted to get some rest for the day.

With the thoughts fresh in her mind she opened her and Izuku's conversation and fired him a quick morning message.

"Mornin Midori! How are you this fine morning!" She didn't have to wait very long for a reply and sat back down on her bed to talk to him for a little. She knew that if she tried to text and walk out of this room at the same time, she'd end up hurting herself. Then, her gentle two-tone chime sounded to indicate a message coming through and her attention was brought back to their conversation.

"Hi Ashido, I'm all okay, I didn't get much sleep tonight because of my arms. Even after Recovery Girl told me I needed as much rest possible and to not strain my arms too much." Was his reply. She could almost hear him stuttering out this reply much like he would if they were talking in person. It brought a giggle out of her but also a more sombre feeling that she hadn't felt in a while. Maybe it'd be best for him to stay home and rest, especially if that was what Recovery Girl had recommended. She felt guilty for not hearing him out before and the last thing she wanted was to drag him outside when really, he should be resting himself.

"Listen Midori. Are you sure you still wanna hang out today? If you don't then that's like, totally okay! I understand if you wanna rest :)" She replied. Of course, she would understand if he didn't want to hang out. If she'd sustained injuries like he had and had only just gotten bandages off, then she'd also want to spend the day in bed. Obviously, though, she was disheartened. She was looking forward to being able to spend a few more hours than yesterday with her new nerdy and overly anxious friend, but she wouldn't be able to enjoy it if she knew that he didn't really want to be out.

She bit her lip as guilt and a disheartened feeling pushed her excitement to a lower level. Of course, he wouldn't want to break his bones again by straining them, going out and about a busy city with her of all people. It would be the one way he could manage to hurt them again, and with that thought on her consciousness, she kicked her feet up and flopped back onto her bed with a much more sombre expression and feeling than before. It always disheartened her when she couldn't hang out with her friends but, for some reason, this bothered her a little more.

"No, no! I still want to meet up today! I'm sorry... I should've been a little clearer on that the first time around. I'd prefer seeing you again... Getting to know you yesterday was a lot of fun and I'd like to do that again knowing that we don't have as much as a time limit... Besides, I've never really 'hung out' with a friend outside of school before..." This reply immediately bolstered her happy and excited attitude right back up. He would prefer to see her than rest, even though he knew that's what he was meant to be doing? Yesterday was a lot of fun? These two phrases made her cheeks heat up a little and that surprised her.

She'd never really had that reaction before. It was mainly because she expected him to be the kind of person to just profusely apologize for not being clear in what he'd said, but it was also because of how kind and genuine what he'd said sounded to her. She never expected him to have said something so sweet to her of all people. She knew Izuku was a bit of a soft-hearted boy from some of the things Uraraka had told her, and some of the things he'd said about his fellow classmates, but she just never expected him to say those sorts of things to or about her.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you! So long as you're sure that you don't mind, I'll see you at twelve then! Remember, wait for me outside U.A!" She replied, finishing her message with a 'more than' and the number '3' for a heart. Only then did she realise how she'd ended that message. It wasn't that big of a deal to her, she sent small heart emojis to all of her friends but that's because all of her actual friends were girls. Sure, she got on well with Kirishima and Kaminari, but they only ever spoke in school, when out of school the three of them often forgot about each other. Izuku was the only guy she considered to be a friend, even if they had only really spoken yesterday.

He'd even said it himself, 'I've never really 'hung out' with a friend outside of school before.' He already considered her a friend and that alone was all the reassurance she needed. Besides, the thought of how flustered he probably was right now was enough to make it worthwhile. But now that was all out of the way, she could carry on with her morning without any guilt on her conscience. She turned off her phone, put it back on the bedside table and hopped up from her bed, a new excited and bubbly feeling melting away all of the guilt she'd previously felt, before navigating her way out of the danger zone that was her bedroom and out into the hall.

She never really liked the fact that her room was such a mess, but since she was always racing around to satisfy her minds boredom, she never really stopped to clean up what it was she was doing before, and so the mess only grew. Now free from the minefield of her own belongings she jogged down the stairs and into the dining room of her house where her family were sat.

Her home wasn't exactly the largest home in the world, with only three bedrooms and most of the downstairs area being open plan, it was just big enough for the family of four loud, playful and sometimes overbearing Quirk users to comfortably live in.

"Mornin' dad!" She beamed, skidding to a halt behind her father's chair and craning around his large, spine resistant cushion to hug him around the neck.

Her father, unlike the rest of her family, was a large man. He was quite muscular after the years of lifting around heavy car parts to the point he could pick Mina, her little brother and their mother up without really breaking a sweat, although he had to be careful of his spikes. His face was chiselled and serious, with two green eyes and ahead of tidy hazel brown hair, that her brother also shared. But, although he looked big and scary, he always had a smile on his face and an energy that you couldn't help but want to be around, a little like Mina.

"Good morning Mina." He smiled, lowering his motorcycle magazine a little and smiling fondly at his pink-skinned daughter before she let go and skipped over to the kitchen side where a plate of bacon, eggs and toast was sat, still steaming.

"I did my best to throw you some breakfast together before I head off to work. Your mother didn't have time to make any today because of work." Her father informed her, moving his head a little in her direction but not taking his eyes from the article he was reading.

She could instantly tell her father had made it. The fried eggs were burst and clumsily placed on two pieces of overly buttered toast with the only thing looking tidy being the bacon.

"I can see that..." Mina replied with a tone of fake unease.

"So, what are your plans for today?" He asked, clearly having not heard what she'd said to him from being too caught up in whatever it was he was reading.

"I'm gonna seeeee, a friend." She sang, sitting down heavily in the chair opposite her father and tucking into the scruffy-looking breakfast he'd prepared her. "Yeah? Is it that gravity girl... Uhhhh-"

"Ochaco."

"Her..." He clicked his fingers after being corrected. "No, it's not, it's someone new this time." She smiled through a mouth full of eggs and toast.

"Oh really, enlighten me." He replied with an overly curious tone, closing his magazine, and pushing it to the centre of the table before resting his head in his large, rough hands.

"It's a really shy boy in my class, Izuku Midoriya." She replied, the green-haired nerd appearing in her mind, his flustered face from their first real meeting bringing an amused smile to her face.

"Oh, a boy huuuh? Isn't he that kid who messed all his arms up?" He father taunted, pushing her shoulder in a joking way, unintentionally jolting her back every time he did due to his heavy-handedness.

"Stop dad it's not like that! But yeah that's the guy" She exclaimed, firing her father a frown as he chuckled heartily at himself.

"Okay, okay, no need to melt your cutlery." He mocked with a knowing smile before getting up from his chair and cracking his knuckles.

She frowned at him as if to say, 'You're really going to be like that?' Before firing him a smile as he pulled on his company cap and threw his grubby denim rucksack onto his shoulder.

"Right, I'm off. Your brother is at his friend's house for today so whenever you're ready, head on back. Have fun on your date." He mocked again, giving her a wink and a salute before heading out the door.

"Daaaad!" She complained after him before sighing to herself and looking down to her plate and smiling.

She could imagine Izuku's face if he'd heard something like that, he'd probably look something like a green hair beetroot right about now. The thought was enough to almost make her want to tell him just for that reaction. There was something about the timid nerd becoming all flustered and nervous that she found to be more amusing than anything else. Then she remembered that she was meeting him today and with only a little more time to get ready, she didn't have time to be sitting here thinking of ways to mess with his bashfulness.

Finally finishing her food, she thoughtlessly dropped the plate and cutlery into the sink and jogged back upstairs to change and gather her the bits and piece she wanted to take with her. She was looking forward to seeing Izuku more than she expected she would. She'd had so much fun in the short space of time they'd spent together yesterday, that she couldn't wait to see what he was like to hang out with outside of an academic environment.

Now finally in her room she carefully shut the door and began changing out of her pyjamas, throwing them haphazardly onto her bed. She rummaged around her chest of draws for a more comfortable set of underwear, settling on a cartoony pair with the words 'BAP!', 'BOOM!', 'POW!' and other comical phrases scattered carelessly across them.

Now she could focus on what she would wear. She imagined Izuku, being the huge fanboy nerd he was, to show up wearing an All Might hoodie, Pro-Hero T-shirt and sweat pants, so she felt that dressing how she normally would if she were meeting Uraraka, Toru and Jiro wouldn't be much of a problem. She dug around her other draws for an outfit and eventually picked out a tight pair of black, legging type shorts that reached just above her knees and a long, dark grey and purple sweater that hung low on one shoulder.

She then proceeded to brush her teeth, threw her wallet and favourite fur coat into her bombastic, pin and patch covered backpack before throwing it onto her shoulder and leaving the house, actually taking the time to make sure it was locked up before making her way towards the Outer City Train Station. She plugged her earphones into her, luminescent pink, plastic gem covered phone, and hit play on a shuffled playlist of Lo-Fi hip-hop, before tucking it into one of the pockets of her bag and zipping it away.

Somewhere she did want to take Izuku, was a place called 'Caspers' which was a waffle and ice cream dessert shop originally from somewhere in England. She'd been there a few times both on her own, and with her usual group of friends and it was the best place she'd ever been too. It always smelled super good there and all the deserts they made were overwhelmingly sweet and amazingly tasty. She also thought that it would be a good place for the two to sit and get to know a little more about each other.

She felt like Izuku was a little more interesting than he was letting on. Something she did want to know was why he and Bakugo were always butting heads and why he was so tolerant of it. That was another thing she admired about Izuku, he seemed to be the only person in the class that could deal with Bakugo's fiery attitude and still tried to talk to him like he did to everyone else; Kindly and thoughtfully.

If she were in Izuku's shoes she probably would've drowned him in acid the first time he snapped at her. A lot of the time, when he yelled at her friends or anyone in the class, she wanted to throw a little bit of acid on him. Nothing too crazy but enough to get him to shut up. It's wasn't fair at all, Izuku seemed like a perfectly nice and pretty clever guy, so she really couldn't understand why Bakugo was so horrible to him, even when Izuku tried speaking to him as pleasantly as everyone else. She just didn't understand it. Finally, she made it to the train station and pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, grabbing her wallet from her backpack heading over to the ticket booth.

Izuku leaned up against a nearby birch tree looking up at grand hero school of U.A. He'd gotten so used to seeing the incredible building when it was full of students and teachers, different personalities and voices, faces and Quirks, but never had he seen it when it was empty. With the reinforced walls looming over him the school looked more like some sort of institute, the glass reflecting the sun no matter what way you looked at it and the deathly silence it was now surrounded by. It was much more intimidating than usual.

He shifted uncomfortably but couldn't take his eyes off it, part of him was impressed. This school, this renowned hero school, the birthplace of some of the greatest heroes in history and he was accepted into it. Even before he was entrusted with the incredible Quirk One For All, he'd applied for this school and was accepted to partake in the entrance exam.

Somehow, miraculously, he'd used his unorthodox methods and an impulse to protect his friend to pass and his dream of becoming a hero was a reality. All of this was thanks to Bakugo. If Izuku hadn't been there when Bakugo was captured by that sludge villain, if his legs hadn't started running before he could process it, All Might would never have noticed him and he would've lived his life with the ridicule of being Quirkless and useless.

The scariest part of all of this was that if he hadn't managed to get into U.A he wouldn't have met Uraraka or Iida, he never would've become close friends with all these incredible people, and he wouldn't be standing here right now to meet with his new Acid Quirk friend. The whole reality of what could've been, and what luckily wasn't, was scary to him. His stomach twisted with unease and he forced himself to push the thoughts out of his mind. He had to be in a good mood for when Mina arrived.

"Midori!" A familiar, excitable voice yelled, pulling him from his thoughts. In a panic, he spun around to see the source of the voice but tripped over his own feet, almost falling over.

"A-Ashido!" He exclaimed, holding his hands up with wide eyes. He was surprised by how she'd dressed, it made him feel like maybe he'd tried a little too hard. She looked beautiful, really beautiful, but he could tell she'd not put much thought into what she'd worn, at least not in the same way he had.

"How long have ya been waiting for me?" She asked with a smile, drawing herself back up and putting her hands behind her back.

He was a little bit awestruck by her appearance; he'd always found her somewhat attractive, even with her pink skin and hair, her pale horns. They were unusual but they were cute to him, and her sclera eyes weren't that unsettling to him either. He could look at her and see her as just another normal teenage girl.

"I haven't been here long..." He replied quickly, a statement that wasn't entirely true. He'd gotten bored of watching TV after about an hour and a half so headed straight to the school. He'd been waiting for about twenty minutes or so, but he was nervous that if he'd told her that, it'd make her feel bad for whatever reason that might've been.

"That's good then, d'ya wanna get going?" She beamed, spinning on her heel, and pointing off towards the city.

"Yeah okay..." He muttered, ignoring the awkwardness he was feeling and walking with her down the path.

"So, your bandages are off huh? How're you feeling?" She asked curiously, smiling over at him before looking down at his arms.

"I feel okay..." He replied, only half truthfully. He lifted up his scared right arm for her to see with a timid smile on his face. He had been hesitant to show her his injuries in case she thought he was looking for attention, which he wasn't by any means. If anything, he'd kind of hoped nobody would notice, but he could tell Mina was perceptive enough to see no matter how hard he tried to hide it, so he felt better just getting it out in the open.

"Recovery girl said that if I break them any more... I lose the ability to move them, ahahaha... Although I think... O-Or at least... I hope that was just to scare me a little." He stuttered, giving her a small chuckle whilst keeping his eyes on his damaged arm, not looking up to her; He didn't really want to see her reaction.

"Damn dude... That's crazy..." She muttered. She still sounded somewhat cheerful, but also a little shocked at the amount of damage he'd sustained from his fight with Todoroki.

"Can I?" She asked, reaching a handout at the scars on his hand.

"What?" He blurted without really thinking. "Oh! I mean... Yeah sure..." He stuttered, a light blush developing on his cheeks at how he'd manage to make himself look like an idiot, again.

She giggled at him before taking his arm in her hand, tracing the scars with her finger. He gulped nervously and so loudly that he was sure she'd heard him do it. The patchy, shining parts of his skin that had been left with permanent damage from his Quirk were sensitive to the touch, tingling ever so slightly as she traced them, scared that she might hurt him if she pressed too hard.

"Wow. Ya really are a one-man-warzone huh!" She asked, letting go of him quickly and returning to her bubbly self. He was a little taken aback by her sudden outburst of energy, but it was to be expected, this was Mina he was talking to and from what he'd seen of her so far, he expected that kind of reaction. Again, her contagious energy spread to him like a fever and before long he found himself smiling about it too.

"Y-Yeah, I guess I am huh?" He asked with an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "So do you have any ideas on what you'd like to do today?" He asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"I'm dragging you to a desert restaurant that me and the girls go to when we meet up, ya up for that?" She asked with a smile, walking like she was dancing to the music she still had playing in one of her earphones.

"Of course... I'd like that." He muttered, firing her just as big a smile as she was giving him.

"Awesome! I'm glad you agreed to this Midori!" She smiled, bumping into him playfully. As she'd suspected the sudden contact caused him to become the flustered mess he usually was, and he laughed awkwardly at her.

"It's fine! You don't have to thank me." He replied with a smile. He seemed quite keen to reassure her that she didn't have to thank him, but it felt like the right thing to do all the same.

"Oh, oh! Question!" She blurted suddenly, throwing her hand up in the air and turning to him. Her sudden outburst caused him to jump and hold up his hands in an almost protective manner. She laughed at his overly skittish reaction before relaxing and letting her arms fall back to her sides, grabbing the earphone she wasn't using and holding it up.

"Do you like Lo-Fi?" She asked curious smile, pointing to the multi-coloured, tiger stripe earphone.

"Lo-Fi? What is that?" He asked with a curious frown, drawing himself back up and raising an eyebrow at her.

She felt shocked. How had he never heard of what, in her opinion, was the best genre of music since ever.

"Oh-My-God, are you actually kidding?" She asked, pointing at him and laughing in disbelief.

"Umm I-I uhh..." He started, holding up his hands again and desperately trying to respond to her.

"Nope! No, I can't have that, get over here." She ordered with a fake bossy tone. He gulped and edged away from her a little more. "Come on! I don't bite." She laughed, gently grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him back towards her.

A slightly brighter blush developed on his cheeks as he hopelessly stuttered at her.

"Here, put this in." She giggled, smiling and shaking her head at him whilst holding up the earphone. He stared at her like she'd just asked him to list every single number of Pi, glancing down at the earphone before looking back at her.

"Oh my god just do it!" She insisted, laughing at his dumbfounded reaction.

"Okaaay..." He muttered, careful taking it from her and pushing it into his ear. The tune playing was a slow one, one that fitted the kind of environment they were in; a catchy acoustic guitar beat accompanied by smooth sub-bass and drums.

Slowly Izuku relaxed and an embarrassed look came across his face, obviously feeling stupid that he'd acted like such a wimp at something as simple as this.

"This is actually pretty good." He replied a little too loudly, smiling over at her. She laughed at him and shook her head at him again.

"See? I told ya, it's awesome." She replied, smiling back at him.

That's when he realised how close the two of them were, and he quickly looked away from her. He almost pulled away but quickly stopped himself as he probably would have damaged her earphones if he had. His cheeks were beginning to burn up again and a noticeable red tinge had started invading them like a flame taking over a piece of paper that had just been thrown into a fire. *So close, so close, so close, so close, so close!* He screamed to himself. Luckily, she seemed to into the music to have noticed this reaction and he quickly tried to suppress the feeling, looking back ahead as the two of them headed into the city.

A/N: And there you have it, Chapter 2! I had a lot of fun writing this again, but as I said before, these two personalities are some that I've never written about before, so they are a little difficult to nail. However, I feel like I'm doing quite well for myself :D. If you enjoyed this chapter then let me know with a review and if you really really enjoyed it, then why not follow and favourite, so you don't miss any updates! Hope to see you in the next chapter! Take care :D

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