For the millionth time in her life since she'd first put on weight, she scolded herself for it. Just going back up the stairs with her sack filled with sodas for the children had winded her. She was, mildly shamefully, used to it, but it was still annoying. Perhaps she should start exersicing more, or stop making sweets anytime she has people over, apparently. In hope to save face infront of Izuku's friends she took just a moment to catch her breath.

Opening the door to her home, she expected to find the kids still being kids. She'd trusted Izuku and Katsuki to keep the others in check when she left. If anything got out of hand, she believed she could count on Uraraka, too. So the defeaning silence was more worrying than anything else. "'Zuku?" Shuffling her way out of the hall after stepping out of her shoes, she witnessed her son jump from the couch and then sway on his feet. "Mom!" He gulped, flipping his head her way. Any color that was on his face, which seemed oddly warm from as of late, drained.

Uraraka jumped up next, followed closely by Katsuki. The young man next to her son wouldn't look at her. "We're going to his room!" The shout throws her because Katsuki hasn't raised his voice in her home, at least out of the blue like that, since he was seven. "And we were just leaving, sorry!" Mina also shouts, grabbing Kaminari by the collar. Katsuki, in a moment that will forever have her jaw on the floor, scoops her son up in his arms and stomps across her living room. Uraraka followed after them with a small bow and an apology.

The other four kids all seemed to nearly run out of her house. She had no idea what was going on.

*)O(*

"Gonna puke!" Izuku warns, pushing out of Katsuki's arms to get to his trashcan. Uraraka shuts the door behind her and leans on it, just to make sure that noone follows them in. She grimaces as Izuku begins to puke. "Fuck, Izuku, I forgot, I'm sorry." Bakugou crouches down next to him and starts to rub and pat at his back. Even from where she stands it looks awkward. Familiar with the issue herself, she waits till he seems to be done before asking, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just got dizzy, sorry."

"Nerd, it's not your fault."

"I was the one who stood up."

"And I picked you up."

"Yeah, but-"

"You two are fucking adorable," she huffs as she finally moves from the door.

Emerald and Ruby land on her, then look at each other before they both look down. A bit of fear rose up, but knowing what she knew made it easier to swallow. "I like you, both. A lot."

Silence.

"I like you both, too." Izuku grins even as he wipes at his mouth which is stuck somewhere between an awkward smile and a grimace at the residual taste in his mouth.

"Fuck." Katsuki groans and pulls at his hair. "I like you, too. Goddamn!" The blond keeps pulling at his hair and she's starting get worried, it looks like the beginning signs of a panic attack for a moment. "I like you two so much it was giving me a fucking ulcer! I thought-" The pained way he cuts himself off has her heart lurching into her throat. She feels the draw, the need, to get close, to comfort.

"That it was just the other two?" She asks with empathy. His nod is all-telling. Her legs take her the few feet towards them and she sits down so they won't have to move. It's silent for a few moments as they each process more. Then, from somewhere infinately deep in side of her, it's there. There's something swelling inside of her chest. Relief, happiness, and excitement that's tempered with an odd feeling of being calm. Fear is being pushed away and she knows, without a doubt that it's hope that she's feeling. Hope for her them. Hope for her heart.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Each repeated word grew softer; Katsuki seemed to grow softer. His fingers then arms relaxed, until he was just staring between her and Izuku. A chuckle has her looking to Izuku. "I have to agree with Kacchan," he smiles. "So, Uraraka, Kacchan, would you like to go out with me?"

"Only if I also get to date her." Katsuki grins widely. Their eyes are on her again. "What do you say, Ochako?" There's a smugness in his voice, but she'll let Katuski get away with it this time. Her lips break into a smile so wide that her cheeks protest her inner cheer. This is all that she's wanted from the two of them for so long now. If she wakes up from a dream soon, then she'll strangle someone.

She's falling from that razorwire into a safety net of potential happiness. There's only one answer she could ever give them.

"Yes!"

*)O(*

"Damn straight," he boasts. Then, because he has no idea how to handle everything that is trying to burst out of him, he turns to Izuku. "Your window still faces that empty backyard?"

"Huh? Y-Yeah?"

"Great."

He stands and throws the window open. As slowly as he can, he crackles then combusts the sweat that had gathered on his hands. It feels good to just let out some of his emotions this way. He keeps an eye on the size of his fireball, careful not to let it get too big, or make too much noise. It only lasts for a few moments, but it gives him time to process.

When he turns back around he notices that Uraraka had moved Izuku to his bed already, and they were watching him. Their voices, no longer drowned out by the noise of his sustained explosion, float to him. "-kids mostly, it's like meditation for him."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but nods. "Makes since."

"Alright, doesn't sound like you're talking shit about me, so I'll let that one pass," he gruffs, just to say something because what he wants to say it difficult. The idea is thick on his tongue, but if they were going to do this, these things needed to be spoken. "How are we going to do this? Do we have any rules?" He sits opposite them on the bed, away from the comfort they or the pillows could offer.

"It's just us three, no one else." Uraraka hardens. She almost reminds him of Kirishima for a moment. He'd smile but he might get punched for that right now. "Wait, Kacchan, grab one of my note books for me, please. I want to write this all down." He almost groans. Almost. The sound is right there at the back of his throat, but he can't do 's a familiar sense of warmth that sprouts instead. He loves this nerd, and this is just one of the things this nerd does. He stands and grabs what looks to be a newer notebook, a spare pen already clipped onto the front of it.

Uraraka's laugh makes his chest all tight and tingly again. "Deku, even now? You'll never change." There's a soft shoulder bump from her and they both blush. He just barely stops himself from clenching his chest because FUCK WAS THAT THE CUTEST SHIT EVER!

He stops just before the bed because something he hadn't ever considered before popped up in his mind.

He wasn't jealous of them. Not of them bumping shoulders, or liking each other, or the fact that they would be spending time without him, or anything really. Which didn't line up with how he'd felt up until now. He'd wanted them, all the time, to be with him. He wanted them for himself and for some reason the fact that they were now dating didn't bother him at all. He double checked himself, but found that he was fine with it. Even imagining them in different scenarios didn't cause him to feel that well known feeling of jealousy. Even more intimate things, like kissing didn't bother him. He dared not think of anything more risque at the moment or he'd singe Izuku's note book.

"OhmygodI'vewantedtodothisforsolongbutwasscarredsomeonewouldseeitandsaysomething." Izuku gushed, too fast for even his experienced ears to pick up on, as he handed over the item. There on the first page Izuku drew a large heart and quickly wrote their names inside of it. The nerd then had to take a moment to look at it and squeal while fanning himself. "Sorry, but I've like you guys for a long time, and I've stopped myself I don't know how many times from doing that."

Katsuki couldn't stop the bubbling laugh that tore so soundly from his stomach, up his throat, and bounced off the walls. He covered his mouth with a hand, but it didn't stop. The feelings continued, and so did his laugh. The other two were looking at him like he was crazy. It didn't stop him from gasping for breath, his sides protesting this unusual outburst. When the other two joined in, it made him even giddier. It was Izuku proclaiming, "Stop, stop, can't laugh anymore, going to puke again." That made them finally quiet down.

*)O(*

He was dizzy again, but it was managable. His heart was swelling, so full it felt like it might burst. This smile on his face might never fade. He can't begin to articulate how hearing Katsuki laugh like that made him feel. Then there was the light and airy way Ochako had joined in. Everything was like a firehose trying to fill a teacup. He traces over the heart he'd drawn with his finger, feeling the small indentions on the paper that the pen had made.

"I'm going to stop calling you nerd and start calling you sap." Katsuki says warmly. Izuku looks up at him, confused. Then a thumb is wiping something wet away from his face. Oh, he's crying again. Quickly, he wipes at his face. "Sorry. Just, happy." He continues to smile and in return he get two large grins in response. "Okay," he says, trying to refocus himself. "What are some ground rules?" He puts down the first one. Just the three of us. He looks up at the other two. They're looking at him. He's looking at them. They look at each other. And he realizes that they can't really think of anything, same as him.

"We're going to have to tell the rest of our friends?" He tries.

"You really think Mina hasn't already told the whole school?" Katuki huffs.

"Something practical? Like... scheduling group dates?" Ochako asks. Izuku taps his pen against his chin. It would be a far stretch for them to all get the same night off, especially on a weekend. Even if they do have pretty good jobs set up for when they graduate, it's still going to be unlikely for them to have a weekend completely free for the first year or three. "Then we'll do it on a weekday, like Wednesday." Ochako chimes in and Izuku can't even find a hint of shame at knowing he'd been mumbling again. "Can't do Wednesday, that's the only night I can hang with Kirishima once we start working."

"Thursday?" Izuku asks. There are nods all around. "Lets do it on the second Thursday of the month becuase the first week is always full of paperwork." He writes it down when there's another round of nodding. "What else?" And again they're met with silence from each other. This is much more difficult than he thought it would be. So now all he has written down is: Just the three of us, and, Group date nights on the second Thursday of the month.

"I want to-" Katsuki hesitates. Then he seems to put aside whatever it is that stopped him. "I would like it if I could put you two down as Emergency contacts, and I would like to be one of yours." There's a faint blush on his cheeks, that makes the scarlet of his eyes pop even more. Izuku is nearly transfixed on the sight, but find himself nodding enough that he's getting dizzy again. "I would really like that, too." Ochako is blushing as well, and Izuku feels like maybe he finally found a bad reason to go through with this. He loves them so much; he's just ever so slightly worried he might put more time into this (or is it these, he'll figure that one out later) relationship than might be professionally correct for someone just starting their carreer, but he can't really care about that right now. Right now he's happy. Right now they're happy. It's as much as he can ask for.