Hey Everyone!
So this will be fun, full of fluff - I love this chapter and it is probably been my favorite chapter to write this entire fic so far lol (mostly cuz it's not that dark or anything lmao) Enjoy!
p.s. - I do not know Japanese media so I'm gonna pretend like American media is everywhere and ya.
"I swear to fucking god shitty hair! I'm not watching Rush Hour 3 again!"
"I personally think we should watch this new Documentary on Heroine life in America."
"Nah all those movies are boring! We should watch that Baywatch movie!"
"What about the new Leonardo DiCaprio movie?"
Class 1-A sat around the large flat-screen TV in the Heights Alliance Dormitory. Yaoyoruzu brought down her big bean bag love seats, and the entire class had prepared popcorn and snacks for the night. The light had already faded from the large windows, and the only thing that filled the dark-room was a TV screen and the teenager's voices.
Izuku chuckled at the bantering, "Guys if we don't decide soon Mr. Aizawa will wake up and make us go to our rooms."
"Midoriya's right, Kirishima you chose last time so someone else gets to pick!" Mina chimed in, annoyed that her nachos were getting cold.
"Jeez Mina, I thought you'd be on my side..."
Kaminari swiped the remote from Bakugou, almost losing his hand in the process, "Listen! Last time we decided that I was up next to choose! So I'm choosing!" A few groans and grumbles escaped the classes lips, "Oh shut up! Don't worry I'm gonna pick a classic! Let's see...hmm how about The Fault in Our Stars?"
The class seemed happy with that choice, and many were confused at the boy's choice. "Wow Kaminari, really did not expect that decision from you." Jirou pointed out, followed by a sea of agreement.
Hagakure's shirt wiggled back and forth, "Can we start the movie already? C'mon!"
With that, Netflix was turned on and the movie began. Jirou and Kaminari sat next to each other on one of the couches. Mina, Bakugou, and Kirishima lounged on a love seat closer to the screen. Todoroki, Yaoyoruzu, Hagakure, and Ojiro shared a couch. And of course, Izuku, Ochako, and Iida sat on the third couch. The rest of the class was on the floor with blankets and pillows.
A quarter of the way into the movie, Iida and Shoji retired to the dorms, claiming they were "rather tired from training earlier." Nobody believed it, everyone knew those two weren't big movie watchers.
Halfway into the movie, Todoroki and Yaoyoruzu walked into the kitchen and never came back to the couches. No one really noticed, however, as most of the girls in the class were silently sobbing. Kaminari really picked a tear-jerker.
Even Izuku had to admit he was tearing up a bit, it wasn't his fault this movie was so heartbreaking! Even Uraraka was crying, he could feel her shoulders shaking lightly against his. Her hair was brushing against his neck, and his body felt warm. Wait...
A small glance to his left confirmed his suspicions. Once Iida had left the couch, Uraraka and himself had taken the free space up. Their legs moved to lay on the soft cushions, and Izuku had failed to notice how she had leaned against his body.
A blush appeared on his face, nothing major, it wasn't like this was crazy inappropriate or anything. They were just watching a movie with the class, the couch was comfortable and they were the only ones on it. It's only natural she would lean against him...right?
Izuku felt like a pillow. As he watched the tragedy take place on the flat-screen, he couldn't help but take note of how they had shifted positions. Without even realizing, Uraraka was almost completely laying on his chest.
His blush deepened, this was getting to be a little much. Not that he minded it! Just, with everyone else here, he knew something would make her realize their position, and then they both would get set off. Izuku wasn't dumb, he knew how embarrassed Uraraka gets at things like this, he wasn't any better himself. It would just be an awkward situation for both of them.
But...the way her arms rested on his stomach. Her messy hair flattened and stuck upon his chest. He didn't care. He liked this, he liked this a lot. It almost felt natural, it was so nice.
As his thoughts strayed from the movie to his best friend, Izuku found his eyes growing heavier. Before he knew it, sleep had overtaken him.
Izuku opened his eyes to complete darkness. He was confused, where was he? Why couldn't he see anything? Why did he feel so warm right now?
The last thing he remembered was watching the movie with his class. He was in the living room of the dorms, sitting on the couch. He was thinking about Uraraka, and how she felt laying against him.
His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere he felt something stir against his body. He almost screamed out when two arms tightened around his chest and a soft face snuggled into his neck. Holy shit.
Welp, he was going to die. He was going to, literally, die. It was an easy conclusion. He and Ochako fell asleep on the couch, and somehow they ended up in this position. Face to face, holding each other, her head snuggled into the crook of his neck. Now, he could think of this in two different lights. One, this felt incredibly comfortable. He felt warm and safe and...well happy.
Or he could think about what would happen if she were to wake up. Or if Mr. Aizawa were to walk into the dorms, or if the class saw them.
Wait...the class. Did they just LEAVE THEM LIKE THIS!?
Oh he would be having a word with one Katsuki Bakugou when this whole thing is over. How could they just, not wake them up? He already was caught out of the dorms past hours with Kacchan before, if he was caught down here, doing whatever this was with Uraraka?! How would he explain this? How could he explain this? He couldn't rat out the rest of the class on staying up past curfew to watch movies. Oh god, he would have to take the blame. But then Uraraka would get blamed too!
Taking a deep breath, Izuku remembered the breathing exercises that All Might told him about. It was supposed to help with his stress, and it did for the most part. But taking these breaths made him aware of something else. His face was nuzzled into Uraraka's fluffy brown hair. It smelled like lavender, maybe it was her shampoo? He didn't care, it was a nice smell. Her hair was so soft, it felt better than his actual pillow.
Izuku almost fell asleep once more...almost. If it wasn't for one of the kitchen lights turning on - Oh Crap.
His tranquility completely disturbed, he immediately freaked out. What if it was Aizawa?! What would he say? His fears were put to rest when a light, deep chuckle filled the silence of the large room. Izuku immediately recognized the voice and had to fight his urge to chuckle alongside his explosive friend.
"K-Kacchan?" Izuku squeaked out in the faintest of whispers. He was both internally and externally horrified of waking up his brown-haired friend.
Light footsteps grew closer to the two, and before he could blink Bakugou was standing in front of the couch. With a glass of water in hand, the boy smirked, "Fucking dorks."
Izuku immediately grew a look of expectancy on his face, he mouthed the words 'help me' to his friend. Hopeful he would answer his plea. Unfortunately for Izuku, Bakugou would do no such thing. All he got in response was a silent cackle, which he responded to with an incredibly annoyed eyebrow furrow. Before walking away however, the blonde leaned down next to the boy, and simply whispered, "Careful, don't get too excited there."
Well shit.
As he walked away laughing silently, yet hysterically, Izuku now faced a completely new problem. His anatomy.
Ochako was pressed very tightly against him, she was basically clinging onto him. And who knew what time it was if it was morning he might have next to no control of himself. Not like he would have much control at any other point of the day in this position.
Breathing once more, Izuku calmed himself. It would be ok, he just had to stop thinking about it. Just put his mind somewhere else, don't even think about the curve of her body, or how her legs were entangled with his, or how she was on the verge of drooling on his neck.
Ok, he might have to wake her up here.
He saw no other option that could lead to a less awkward encounter. If she woke up with him...standing at attention...he would never be able to speak to her again. It would be physically impossible for the boy. Especially after what happened the other day during their training. She would probably think he was such a pervert!
Absentmindedly smelling her hair once more, Izuku sighed lightly. He definitely had to wake her. But he was so comfortable, his bed wasn't even this comfortable. Maybe he could wait another hour, it wouldn't hurt...right?
"Deku...I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you. You must have been up all night, you should have woken me sooner." Ochako's voice sounded low and raspy, it was incredibly cute.
Izuku lightly waved his hand in front of his face, "N-No! I'm pretty sure I'm the one who fell asleep first, during the movie I think," He shifted uncomfortably on the couch for... reasons, "to be honest it was really comfortable."
Ochako smiled lightly, "Yah, that was like the best sleep I've had in a long time."
Both teens blushed lightly and smiled sheepishly at one another. Izuku had waited a while to wake the girl, as he did end up succumbing to sleep once more. Unfortunately, his biology did not do him any favors, but thankfully he awoke before she noticed. It was probably around five in the morning, the sun still hadn't risen, and both Ochako and Izuku sat on the couch chatting away. The atmosphere had been a lot less awkward than Izuku imagined it, which he was grateful for. He guessed it was how comfortable the two had become with one another, and he was glad he could talk to her so easily after the situation he found himself in.
The two talked until the sun started to rise, and then they went upstairs to their rooms to get ready for the day. Deku had almost yelled at Bakugou for the stunt he pulled the night before, but in the end, he wasn't as mad. Izuku didn't mind getting a chance to cuddle with Ochako.