The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day for Yúei High. Shóta Aizawa/Eraser Head immediately dismissed his class and left. The students of 1-A quickly packed up their things, eager to get back to the dorm and relax after a long day of Hero training. Eventually, there were only two students left in the room. Mineta Minoru and Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya, who had yet to move since the bell rung. Mineta, being worried for his friend and dorm-floor mate approached his green-haired classmate.

"Yo Midoriya! You good dude?"

"I'm fine." Came the muffled reply before he lifted his head. A small blush on his face. "I'm just uhh… waiting..." Midoriya gave a small nod.

"For what?"

"eh?"

"What are you waiting for?"

Midoriya's blush deepened slightly. "You know. iyay avehay ayay onerbay." Mineta show no sign of understanding Midoriya's language. "'He's' standing…"

The purple-haired perverts' eyes light up with realization. "Ahhh. 'That's' what you mean. The girl's hero suits were pretty stimulating huh?" Mineta winked, giving Midoriya a small nudge. "Don't worry, I'll cover for you while you take care of your business." giving Midoriya a salute before leaving the class.

"Wait! I'm not gonna do that! I'm just gonna wait till it goes down… And you're gone. Now I'm talking to myself. And I'm still doing it." With a sigh, Midoriya's head dropped to his desk with a bang. 'Ughhhh. Please calm down soon.'

As if some sort of divine intervention, it started to go down. Feeling confident that his problem was finally over, Midoriya stood out of his seat and began packing up his things.

Just in time for Vice Representative Yaoyorozu Momo to walk into class.

"Midoriya-kun?" came her feminine voice, which Midoriya was acutely aware of due to this current state. "Mineta-kun said you were feeling unwell, so I came to check on you." She stepped towards Midoriya, who had frozen like a deer in headlights the second Yaoyorozu entered the classroom, regained his senses. Luckily his bag was hiding his predicament, so he quickly sat back down in his seat.

Upon reaching the siting boy, concern flashed across Yaoyorozu's face. "My, your face is very flushed Midoriya-kun." Yaoyorozu leaned placing the back of her hand on Midoriya's forehead. 'God, she smells nice' was all Midoriya could think.

"Mm, you might have a slight fever. I'll create a thermometer."

"N-no you don't have to do that Yaoyorozu-san. I'll be fine." Not wanting to be a bother to the creation girl. He was also aware that 'it' was rising again.

"Nonsense. It's my duty as Vice Representative to look after my classmates."

Midoriya could hear the pride in her voice as she spoke. Not wanting to hurt the rich girls' feelings he relented. 'If I go along with her, it'll end quicker.'

With a bright glow, a thermometer appeared in Yaoyorozu's hand. She immediately stuck it in Midoriya's mouth to measure his temperature. Yaoyorozu frowned. "That's not right. I must have gotten the composition wrong. I'll try again."

But before she could create another thermometer, Midoriya cut her off. "W-wait Yaoyorozu-san! You don't have to do that. I'll be fine, I just need some rest."

Yaoyorozu paused for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes, that would be best. Plus, an influx of thermometers would surely do no good for the economy."

Midoriya mentally sighed in relief.

"But I must insist on getting a better gauge of your temperature, please hold still."

Yaoyorozu leaned forward, brushing her bang behind her ear and placed her forehead against Midoriya's.

Two things happened at this moment.

1. All the remaining blood in Midoriya's body instantly flooded to his face. Comically turning him into a tomato with his red face and green hair.

2. Midoriya scrambled out of his chair, tripping on one of its legs and fell over.

Yaoyorozu rushed to his side, as any hero-in-training should. "Midoriya-kun!"

Midoriya hissed in pain, rubbing the back of his head, feeling for any bumps. 'Can this day get any worse?' "Yaoyorozu-san…?" wondering why the girl was suddenly quiet.

Opening his eyes, Midoriya got his answer. 'Yes. Yes, it can.'

Yaoyorozu was kneeling beside him, hand covering her mouth as she faced away from him. Embarrassment evident on her face.

Midoriya's erection still going strong, Yaoyorozu had noticed it. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAA -'

"You can just let me die of embarrassment now. I wouldn't be surprised since you know I'm a-" came out muffled by Midoriya's hands.

"Ahem…" Yaoyorozu squeaked. 'What is wrong with me? Even THAT sounded hot!' "It's a perfectly natural thing that happens Midoriya-san. It's not your fault." Her words comforted him, but he refused to move his hands from his face. Likewise, Yaoyorozu' eyes darted around the room. "I fear that we were played by a greater foe than puberty. Mineta-kun was adamant that I come in to check if you were alright… Not that I would deny a request for help, just that he specifically wanted me to."

Silence graced the classroom again, slightly more comforting this time.

"God that perv is gonna fucking get it next time we have Heroics class."

"Pftt…haha"

"W-what's funny?" moving his hands enough to see Yaoyorozu stifling her laughter.

"S-sorry. I just didn't expect to hear you of all people talk like…"

"Like Kacchan?" shame built slightly in his chest.

"Yeah. It's kind of cool." and crumbled just a fast.

"-eh?"

"It's like getting to see a different side of you Midoriya-kun. Not the amazing and incredibly heroic Deku, but the human Midoriya-kun."

Midoriya tried to mutter a response but it came out as incomprehensible nonsense. "thanks"

Midoriya and Yaoyorozu continued to talk. Getting to know each other. Yaoyorozu confessed about her insecurities about her place in the hero course and Midoriya rebutting. Telling her that anyone who could get into Yúei through Recommendation deserved to be there. Midoriya talked about his worship of All Might and the 'friend' he had, that wanted to be a hero, but couldn't because they were quirkless.

Neither of them remembering the situation that blossomed this new friendship.

Meanwhile, in the halls outside of Class 1-A, a purpled haired student watched Midoriya and Yaoyorozu's interactions. Jealously burning in his chest. "You Traitor Midoriya!" he gritted.