How was he not dead yet?

Yes, that was the question Izuku found himself asking over and over in his head, as he slowly enjoyed eating dinner with Kyoka's parents. To make things even more confusing, he was actually talking and they were actually really super nice. Like Kyoka's father was really laid back and had an easy going attitude, Kyoka's mom was also really nice too. And was also really pretty.

It wasn't that he was comparing the mother and daughter, and while he did imagine what Kyoka might look like in a few years, but for some reason he was starting to see Mika's beauty in Kyoka. It was strange, while he had thought Kyoka had always been more cool than cute, watching her manage her parents just brought out all of her best features. From her quick wit, to the way she rolled her eyes; even the deadpan expression she wore when it came to conversations.

Then there was her smile.

There was no doubt about it.

Kyoka was beautiful.

"So," Kyoka's father sat back in his seat, pushing back his long golden hair and smiling at Izuku. There was a twinkle in there that put Izuku on edge. Well, more on edge than he would normally be, due to the whole currently fake dating thing and apparently developing a crush on his fake date, while her parents were all of two feet away from him. He was so totally boned. "Izuku, what exactly do you see in our daughter?"

Shit. Shit. Shit. They didn't prepare for this kind of question, what was he supposed to say?

"Dad!" Kyoka mumbled loudly, her chopsticks tapping against the edge of her bowl. "Don't start interrogating him."

Her father just looked taken aback. "What? I wasn't! Interrogating him would be asking him why he thinks he's good enough to date you, or what are his plans for the future and how does he plan to provide for you. Right Mika-dear?"

Kyoka's mother paused, a bite of ramen about to enter her mouth. She blinked once then put the ramen back into the bowl and nodded in agreement with her husband and then smiled at Izuku.

"See, I'm just making conversation honey." Kyoka's father pointed a pair of chopsticks at his daughter and then turned towards Izuku once more. "So, what is it?"

Crap! He almost got out of actually speaking. Okay. He just needed to be honest.

"I don't know." Fuck! That was probably not the best way to start things off. Izuku looked towards Kyoka, who was looking at him looking at her while he looked at her looking at him. And what the hell was he supposed to say. He barely knew what to say when people said hello! Not to mention his fake girlfriend's father asking what he liked about Kyoka!

Izuku looked back towards Kyoka's father and took a short breath, he shrugged so hard that his shoulders touched his ears. "She's Kyoka, what's not to like?"

Mika gave him a quick thumbs up.

"Dumbass," Kyoka spat and turned back towards her ramen. Her ear jacks twirled about in front of her head. It really was cute how those acted like little hands when she was flustered, excited, or nervous.

Should he have said that?

"Right on!" Kyotoku leaned back in his chair and screamed those two words like he was in the middle of a rock concert. "I can dig that! My little girl certainly is an amazing girl. But be careful, she's got a free spirit."

"Daaaad," Kyoka grumbled, slinking further and further into her chair. "Can you not?"

"It's our duty as parents," Kyotoku fake slammed his hand on the table and smiled at Mika. "Right Dear?"

Mika paused once again, food inches from her mouth. But this time she took her bite and then nodded, somehow looking as graceful as could be in the process.

Kyoka just grumbled.

"Now then, Mika's been bugging me for a while." Kyotoku gestured towards his wife with his thumb and leaned in close to Izuku. Mika perked up once again and shook her head no. "But how exactly did you two end up together?"

Kyoka made annoyed noises.

Izuku sucked on his bottom lip and shrugged again. This they had covered. While he didn't want to lie, a lot of it was actually true. "Well, we're in the same class at U.A. so that's how we met, but we didn't talk much until the plane ride home, we ended up sitting next to each other, and, well." He shrugged once more. Was he doing that too much?

All of that was technically true. He didn't really talk to Kyoka until I-Island, and they did end up sitting next to each other on the ride home. And they did talk a bit, but that was about it.

"Ehh? Then what was that hug?"

"I told you!" Kyoka snapped her chopsticks towards her father and pointed at him with her earjacks. "That was just a spur of the moment thing! After all that happened when I saw Izuku again I hugged him. That's it."

"Yeah, well," Kyotoku frowned, but was silenced.

"Dear." Mika spoke with a firm but kind voice. "Drop it."

"Yes dear."

Well that went a lot better than expected.

"Oh hey, you two should stay and watch a movie with us, if you miss the train we can give you a ride to U.A."

Crap.

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Why the hell was she blushing so hard? Sure Izuku said, like, three nice things about her that she wasn't expecting him to, but that did not give her emotions access to her facial thermostat! It was a good thing the movie room was dark. But then there was the fact that she and Izuku were currently sitting on one of the twin loveseats available, one of the big ones that she used to curl up in to do her homework. The seat felt a lot smaller now that she was sharing it with Izuku.

She could feel her heart beating, it was impossible not to touch him somewhere. So she had to settle with sitting as awkwardly still as possible while listening to her heartbeat.

"Hey, come on you two," Her father shouted from his reclined position, her mother's head resting on his chest as he pointed the remote at the T.V.. The movie started playing. "You don't have to hold back here, you can cuddle all you want just keep it PG!"

Her mother slapped him. Not nearly hard enough.

"What? I'm trying to put them at ease, they look so stiff over there. Sheesh. Look, you two can do what you want, but just relax." Her father waved his hands around and laughed.

Kyoka turned towards Izuku and caught him glancing at her. If he was blushing as hard as he looked then he was just as nervous as she was. Maybe even more so. Actually knowing Izuku, a lot more. A lot, a lot more.

She leaned in close and whispered towards him. "Put your arm around me."

"HMM!" Izuku bit his lip and hummed just a bit louder than she would have prefered, but the previews were just as loud.

"Just do it." She muttered wrapping one of her earjacks around his arm and pulling it around her. She scooted close, took a deep breath that smelled like popcorn and rested her head on Izuku's chest. She could hear his heartbeat. Right away Kyoka realized that this was a gigantic mistake. Not because of her parents, not because of Izuku. Well partially. But because despite her blush, despite everything. She found herself smiling. Purely because she liked the sound of Izuku's heartbeat.

"Are," Izuku swallowed and moved slightly, she was partially lost by the sound of his breath. "Are you comfortable?"

She was. She really really was.

Shit. This was not good. Why did she like cuddling with Izuku? Why was her heart racing so much? Why was she so comfortable? Why did she want to do this more?

Her hand brushed against Izuku's and she took a long desperate breath trying to ignore what she knew was already true.

She had a crush on Izuku.

"Yeah."

AN: Short and cute chapter. :D Enjoy!