For the life of him, Izuku could not figure out what was wrong. He and Ochako were on vacation with her parents and she was quite happy the entire time. It then turned one eighty once they arrived on I Island. So here he was, in front of her parents who seemed to be as confused as he was.

"So you have no idea either?" Izuku asked the tall burly man and his wife.

"Sorry son," Mr. Uraraka answered. "The moment we got off the plane, her mood just turned sour."

"Did she say anything about why?" Izuku continued.

"Nope," Mrs. Uraraka said. "Though I did hear her grumble something about wanting to get this part of the vacation over with. I wonder why? This place seems nice and lively."

'I'm on my own on this one,' Izuku thought with a sigh. 'Hopefully, I can figure this out."

The entire day he tried talking to Ochako but she found some excuse to get away or not talk. Causing hurt and confusion that he was feeling to worsen. There are also the times she suddenly appears when he was talking with the opposite gender. The icy glare while she smiled was both unnerving and terrifying.

"What did I do wrong?" Izuku asked himself with a defeated sigh. Succumbing to the dark thoughts that had been plaguing him since they arrived. "It can't be helped. I am just a deku after all."

Unbeknownst to him, Ochako was hiding behind the corner. Tears flowing from her eyes as she finally realized what she was doing to him. That one sentence conveyed all the emotions that he was feeling. His confidence that took years to build, she was tearing down in a day. His body language receding back to that scared nerdy boy that could not talk to people without flinching. It was painful to watch and she felt her heart shatter seeing him return to what he was before.

"I'm sorry Deku-kun," Ochako whispered as her legs lost all strength.

Izuku laid on his bed. Looking up at the white ceiling of the hotel room. He still had no idea what was wrong.

"What could have happened that would make Ochako act like this?" He mumbled. "Was she not enjoying the trip? But with the way she was before, that shouldn't be the case? Is it her…"

Lost in his thoughts, Izuku failed to notice that someone had entered his room. The brunette that had been haunting his thoughts stood in front of him.

"Deku-kun," Ochako said but did not get a response. She called him a few more times but still no response. Waving her hands in front of his face. "Earth to Deku?"

"Maybe it's her time of the month," Izuku mumbled but was clear enough that Ochako went scarlet when she heard his hypothesis.

"WHAT!?" She screeched in embarrassment. Pulling the boy out of his thoughts.

"Ochako!?" He shouted as he sat up and jumped back a little from surprise.

"Uh...hi," Ochako greeted shyly. "I…"

"I'm sorry!" Izuku apologized. Effectively cutting her off as he bowed. "I'm not sure what I did that made you so upset but I'm sorry. I'm oblivious when it comes to these matters. I will try…"

A soft padded finger was placed on top of his lips. Silencing him. Looking up, his eyes widened and his body stiffened. Ochako was crying.

'Oh no! What did I do!? What can I do!?' His mind racing to find the reason for Ochako's current state.

"You don't..."

Sob.

"Have to apologize, Deku-kun!"

Sniffle.

"You never did anything wrong."

Blubber.

"This entire problem has always been because of me!" Ochako admitted as she lost strength in her legs and fell to the floor.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her. Letting herself be engulfed in the protective embrace, she cried into his chest. His hands gently stroking her back was helping her calm down.

It felt warm. Like being in front of a fireplace in the middle of winter. Deku's arms wrapped around her. She felt comfortable, safe, at home. Slowly Ochako opened her eyes.

"Feeling better?" A voice she recognized as Izuku asked.

Looking up, Her eyes met his emerald ones and without words the couple communicated. The emotions that they were feeling, their insecurities, their innermost thoughts and their secrets. Some found it odd that they could convey so much to each other yet say very little. Some like Bakugo were annoyed at the wordless communication. Still, it showed how much their bond had grown since they met each other.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way," Izuku apologized.

"It's ok," Ochako said meekly. Her cheeks turning a few shades darker. "I was the problem to begin with."

Izuku smiled. His worries finally leaving him as understanding settled in its place. Pulling her closer so that her back was against his chest and placing his head on her shoulder.

"You know you don't have to worry about that," Izuku said. His voice was soft and caring. "I love you."

"I know," Ochako responded. Putting her hands on top of his. "It's just… I can't help it, ya know."

"I do," Izuku said empathetically. "It happens to me too."

"It does!?" Ochako asked in surprise. Breaking away from the comfortable position she was in to see his face.

"It does," Izuku replied as he rubbed the back of his head. Slightly embarrassed. "Do you know how many times I've had to restrain myself from ripping someone away when he or she became handsy with you. Not to mention the urge to kill perverted villains when they tried something."

"Oh I see," Ochako said smiling as butterflies lingered in her stomach.

"Hey," Izuku said as he placed his forehead on hers. Their eyes, so close to each other that they can't look away. "No one is going to take me from you."

"Promise?" Ochako asked.

"With all that I am," Izuku replied before moving his lips on top of hers.

Like always, it was intoxicating. The warmth, the softness, the love and longing that he felt everytime they kissed was like a drug to him. Her tongue felt like velvet on his. It took his breath away. She tasted sweet like mochi, bitter like coffee and everything in between. Ochako was addicting.

Pulling back only when the need for air arose. He placed his forehead back onto hers. Brown eyes met green, locking in place as their respective owners stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"I'm telling you, Izuku's going to be fine," Mr. Uraraka said as he and his wife burst in the room.

"Still, I'm worried about 'Chako," Mrs. Uraraka countered. "We've never seen her act like this."

"Don't worry, we've raised 'Chako well and our son-in-law is a good man," Mr. Uraraka said while putting a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. "Whatever issue is happening between them, I'm sure they'll sort it out."

Mrs. Uraraka chuckled. Taking her husband's in her own. She gave him a smile that told him that she had been convinced. Her smile then turned mischievous as her hand moved onto his chest and began poking him.

"Son-in-law?" She teased. "Aren't ya jumping a few steps ahead dear?"

"Bah," Mr. Uraraka waved her off. "With how their relationship is going, they might as well be married. It's only a matter of time."

"My… my such claims," Mrs. Uraraka said. "Aren't ya supposed to be scaring men away from our precious little girl?"

"Are ya kiddin' me?" Mr. Uraraka asked her in disbelief. "The boy's the number one hero. He'd mop the floor with me. Plus, I can tell that he really cares about Ochako. She's in safe hands."

The older couple finally arrived at the young couple's room. Entering it, they were met with a sight that caused their eyes to widen and their cheeks to turn a few shades redder. There sat on the bed was Izuku and Ochako. Looking back at them like deers caught in front of headlights. Their faces were red as tomatoes. The string of saliva still connecting them.

"Ahem," Mrs. Uraraka coughed. "Oops, I guess we intruded on a moment. Come along dear."

She gave the two a sheepish smile before she took her husband's hand and exited the room. Leaving the young couple staring at the door. After a few minutes, Ochako finally giggled.

"We better go," Ochako said as she rose to her feet. Breaking Izuku from his stupor. "Before they think we're doing something else."

She was answered with a hug from behind. The warmth and emotions that were emanating from the action caused her to squeal.

"I couldn't think of anyone else that I rather be with than you," Izuku whispered into her ear. "Because you've had my heart from the first time we met."

With a kiss to the cheek, he released her. Taking her hand and guiding them both to the door. They walked in comfortable silence towards Melissa's lab. Before entering the building, Izuku turned back to her with a smile.

"Anyways, Melissa's our friend," Izuku said confidently. "She would never do that."

"She's not mine," Ochako hissed darkly. Her words, barely audible.

"Sorry what was that?" Izuku asked.

"Nothing!" Ochako half screamed and half whispered after realizing what she said. Rushing forward in an attempt to escape further questions. "Let's go! She's probably waiting for us."

"Right!" Izuku responded. Allowing his lover to practically drag his weightless body to their destination.

Author's Notes:

Hello readers,

It is IzuOcha week and I will try to make a chapter for each day. Emphasis on try because I have a paper due that I need to do. What do you guy's think? Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the prompt.

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