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Tsutsutsutsutsutsu
i saw u walking home with izuuuukuu
areyou guys dating now
say yes

Mina, take it easy.
The way you text stresses me out.
He asked me if i wanted to walk home with him
And I said yes and we walked to his train station

aaaaand

that cant be all of it
comeon tsu
gimme the deets

We talked a little bit and I gave him my number

u gogetter u!
that bluntness of urs is rlly getting u places
Whatd he say

He said he'd text me later.

Ooooh
Has he yet?

No, not yet

hes an idiot, forget him, you dont need that sort of negativity in your life

Mina chill out it's been like an hour

But I do hope he texts me
Can I tell you something?

Tsu yes ofcourse
We're acid buddies after all
Acid buddies stick together

Mina I can hardly secrete acid
It's more like a toxin

we gotta be looking for similarities not differences tsu
regardless
tell me

Okay
I think I like Izuku
A lot
I'm thinking about him right now.
I don't know why I told you that

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
tssssssuuuuuuu
ur so precious

What do I do Mina?
I never talked to boys before
Luckily I don't think he's talked to girls either
So it's even but still
I don't think I could just tell him

okay okay okay
tsu on my life i will help you get with izuku
I need a plan

heres the plan
When he texts u
u text him back
and just keep doing that

That's not a plan.

but thats what works!
u make familiarity and then familiarity becomes intimacy and boom youre the cutest couple at UAAAAAAAAA
show him how charming u r

I'm not charming Mina

TSU STOOOOP ur a very charming girl
ur a queen
besides
he's the one that asked u to walk home with him right?

Yes.

so obvs hes sorta into you right?

Maybe. That makes sense
But I'm skeptical

tsutsutsu
lets deduce a lil bit
how does he act around you?

Very nervously
He sweats and doesn't know what to say
But he's like that all the time
Routine behavior

hmmm ok
how did he react when u gave him ur number

He blushed and he stuttered.

see this would be an easy read with anybody else but hes just so jumpy
lets talk later ok?
we still going running tomorrow?

Yes. Let's meet at the park at 9.

okay! byeeeeeeeee

Tsuyu sitting on her bed still in uniform, only just arrived from school; she sets her phone beside her and slips away her tie, tugs her skirt off. At her bedroom door, a soft knock and a tender voice, her sister.

"Sis, are we gonna eat soon?"

She slips into sweatpants.

"I'll be out in a minute and then I'll get started on dinner. Have a snack until then."

"Okay!" The voice behind the door recedes.

Her hands husk off the uniform shirt, unfasten her bra. She pops her head through a floppy Sgt. Frog shirt, brings her long hair up to a knot. Giving her phone a hopeful glance, she slides it into her pocket, leaves the room and walks for the kitchen. There sitting at the table are Samidare and Satsuki sipping on juice boxes and watching TV. Tsuyu turns to them as she slips on an apron.

"We're eating curry tonight."

Izuku sits at his desk, one hand holding his chin, the other squeezing a grip trainer, brow furrowing in deliberation. His phone lies flat before him, the contact on the screen reads Tsuyu. The cursor blinking, awaiting input. Izuku closes his eyes and replays the moment Tsuyu's number made it on his phone: her broad hand held out hopefully, she tapping neatly her name into his contacts. He remembers walking off into the train station dazed, as if he'd just witnessed an act of magic. Izuku squeezes tightly on the grip trainer, over and over. With each passing moment, the cursor flickers expectantly.

Maybe I shouldn't text her so soon. The three day rule right? Let it incubate. You don't want to look too eager. You're not a kid anymore, you can't melt with a little attention. Find your confidence! You can't fluster everytime a girl talks to you. I've got to remain composed, I should just wait it out then. Yes, I'll wait the three days, good. But hold on, in three days, it'll be Monday and we'll be back in class and she'll see me and probably wonder why I didn't text her and she might think that I don't actually want to talk to her, that I never really wanted her number in the first place. But I did want her number! That'd be bad. So I can't wait, I have to text her sometime this weekend, while the iron is hot. But it's so wracking! I don't even know what to say to her! I could barely talk to her in person.

She said to text her later. But what does later mean? Does it mean later today? This weekend? I think Sunday would be too late so it'd either have to be now or tomorrow. How late is too late for her? When's her bedtime? What if she wants to text until late. I really need my eight hours...

Why don't you just wait until she texts you? Dummy. She doesn't have your number, she can't text you. That means she wants you to make the first move. Boys have to make the first move. Usually. Well in this day and age not so much. Whatever. But since she gave you her number, didn't she make the first move? She said to text her. That's basically a command, she's telling me "I want you to talk to me, so here, talk to me." That's a first move. Now I have to correspond. I have to counterattack. Midoriya! You're being passive, you have to be pursuant, you have spur action. Oh! You asked her to walk home with you. That's the first move, the real first move. Good job Midoriya. See you can do it.

At his door there is a gentle knock. Izuku squeezes his hand hard in surprise. His grip trainers snap in his grasp.

"Honey, are you alright in there? I can hear you muttering out in the living room."

Hot blood rushing to Izuku's face.

"YES! Yes! I'm fine. It's okay in here. I'm okay in here. Just fine."

A skeptical pause.

"Okay then. Dinner will be ready in half an hour."

"Thanks mom! You're the best. Haha. Love you."

He drops the busted grip trainer: it falls to the floor in pieces. Cool it Midoriya. Easy. Are you speaking aloud right now?

His mother from the hallway: Izuku you're still speaking aloud.

Damn. What do I do… I'll bite into something.

He grabs a pencil from his desk and places in between his teeth, he clamps down.

There. I hope. Now I can think privately. Without it all coming out. What to say? What to say?

He puts his hands before him on his desk.

Your hands Midoriya. They're powerful! They hold the might of All for One! You can do this. You have to do this. Put your hands on the phone. Good. Yes. There. And tap your thumb on the keyboard and H-I-T-S-U-I-T-S-I-Z-U-K-U. There. Perfect. Great. Take your hands off the phone. Gentle now. Jeez, am I sweating? I feel like I'm dismantling a bomb.

Tsuyu stands at the stove, stirring at a pot of bubbling curry, when her phone buzzes through her pocket. At once, her mind alights with excitement, and a hopeful smile breaks across her face.

Could it be be him already? I hope so, I'd be kinda disappointed if it was Mina again or one of those messages that says I'm over my data limit... I really wanna check but I need to keep an eye on this curry.

Tsuyu turns over her shoulder to her siblings.

"Samidare."

He looks to her from the TV, he croaks:

"What."

"Come stir this, I need to check something."

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the stove. Tsuyu hands him the spoon and walks towards her room; she pulls her phone out hastily, rhythm in her heartbeat, anticipation bubbling through her. Please be. She presses her home button and there on the screen:

Hi Tsu it's Izuku

A slight sigh escapes her. This is it. This is what I've been waiting for! What do I wanna say? She puts a finger to her cheek. I wanna get close to Izuku, but I don't want to scare him off. I've already been pretty bold with him… I'll take it slow. She quickly taps a response and slides her phone back into her pocket.

This is good. A big step in the right direction. You've never done anything like this before. It's kind of scary… but it's exhilirating too. My heart's running but I'm standing still.

"Sis! This curry's ready!"

Tsuyu walks back into the kitchen, blush still riding on her cheeks, wearing a dopey smile not at all hidden. Samidare turns to see her and smirks; he walks back to his seat.

"What are you so giddy about?," he says sitting down.

Satsuki pipes in a small voice, hiding a laugh behind her hand: She's texting her boyfriend.

Tsuyu returns to stirring the pot. Samidare snickers.

"Ha, big sis doesn't talk to boys."

Tsuyu's tongue lashes out of her mouth and sticks him in the forehead.

A buzz and a flicker from his phone. Izuku's hands snatching promptly at it to check. A responsefrom Tsuyu:

Hi Izuku! How's it going?

Even biting into a pencil, he smiles wide.

It's going so well Tsuyu! You have no idea! Let's see. Here. I'm good Tsuyu. Ask a question. What are you up to? That's not too invasive right? I hope not. Send.

A spoonful of rice and curry smacks around in Tsuyu's mouth. Satsuki dribbles some sauce onto the table. Samidare eats watching the TV. Under the table, a dull buzz muffled by cloth. Excitement again leaps through Tsuyu. She finishes chewing and sets her spoon down, reaching again fro her phone and bringing it out into the open.

"Sis, you're not allowed to have your phone at the table," Satsuki protests.

"Are you going to snitch on me to mom and pops?"

Satsuki deflates. "No."

"Good. Remember what happens to snitches."

"They get stitches."

"That's right."

"Who're you talking to anyways?"

Blood bubbling to her face. "A friend."

"What kind of friend? A boy friend or a girl friend?"

Tsuyu reads Izuku's message. I'm eating dinner with my family. We made curry! What are you doing? She hits send and looks up at her sister.

"A boy friend."

Satsuki gasps, she points with accusation. "You do have a boyfriend!"

"No, Satsuki, there's a space between boy and friend."

"I'm going to tell mom and pops you have a boyfriend."

"What did we just say about snitches?"

Izuku lies on his side, the covers of his bed lumping over his body. His room is dark save for the low white glow of Izuku's phone shedding light on his face. It's late, but he remains awake, thumbs busy typing a message to Tsuyu. His eyes scan the screen happily, and a light smile hangs on his sleepy face. He sends another message and in the wait for Tsuyu's reply, he scrolls through the conversation he'd had with her so far. Dozens of messages already: long paragraphs of jokes and stories and observations, bits of common ground discovered, shared interests and anxieties and hopes. It had become so easy to talk to her, and Izuku, who was often stumbling to say the right words aloud, found himself soothed by the way Tsuyu messaged him - direct, honest, without a hint of gloss or disguise. He could only reciprocate the confidence and wrote what he thought and felt, truly, and there, in the hours between dinner and then, bedtime, late night, he began to think of Tsuyu as somebody he could really talk to.

In the past few days, Tsuyu had awakened something in Izuku. At first something only physical, an attraction and an arousal he'd never felt before. She brought to him something like vigor, a hot sensual energy that throttled through him and made him wobbly and flushed. This feeling was still there and even now, imagining Tsuyu, replaying the moment he dared to peek across the street at her, let his eyes run over the shape of her body and the features of her face, this feeling shot through him: heat rises to his forehead, his legs fidget. He grabs onto his bedsheets, clasping the fabric tight in his fingers.

But now it wasn't just a matter of body captivating body, what Izuku feels now is something sweeter, more substantial. More than desire to touch, now the longing to hold, to caress. A message flashes on the phone screen:

I'm gonna go to bed now, but it was really nice talking with you :) goodnight

He taps a quick goodbye:

Goodnight Tsu, see you later!

He sets his phone aside and turns to face the ceiling, letting his head sink into his pillow, all tension loosening from his body. Izuku's eyelids begin to dip and slacken.

Goodnight Tsu, I'm glad you gave me your number… You're a really nice girl… And I think…

Sleep settles on Izuku's resting smile.

I really like you.