Final Exams; it was easy to forget that despite everything else that was happening that he was still a student, and that meant cramming, a lot of cramming. What would All Might think if he failed English or Math! What kind of a hero would he be if failed? Could he even be a hero if he failed? With everything that had happened, he barely had any time to study, that and he might have been

He wasn't the only one either, Momo was hosting a study hall in the common room, Kacchan had locked himself, Denki and Eijiro into his room - walking past it, he could hear sobbing and various angry noises - everybody was doing their best to prep for the exams, so that way they could once again focus on what mattered; becoming heroes.

This exam was all that stood between them and becoming a second-year student at U.A. Well that and the practical exam, which was probably going to be absolutely horrible.

All he needed to do was focus and try not to think about Emi. Ever since he had become aware of his crush, her smile was always on his mind. Sometimes he could even hear her laughing at one of her own terrible jokes when he tried to sleep. It was much worse when she was around: Blushing, stuttering, endless laughter that left his cheeks hurting, all combined with his heart beating like it was constantly under Full Cowl.

It had gotten so bad! She was technically a grown woman that got affected by a quirk! And Eri was still trying to learn her quirk in hopes that she could return Emi to the Ms. Joke that everybody knew. Why couldn't have a crush on someone normal like Ochaco or Mei? No, definatly not Mei.

And he really should be focusing on studying! Not thinking about Emi! IT's not like she even liked him like that, she was just teasing him about it without any hesitation what so ever. Maybe he should ask Aizawa-sensei what to do? No, that was probably a bad idea, he'd probably just glare at him.

A rhythmic knock came from his door like someone was playing a xylophone on it. Why was she here? Did she know that he was thinking about her? What should he do? He needed to study! But it was Emi! He couldn't just send her away. What if it was a love confession! No, he shouldn't get his hopes up. She probably just wanted to prank him or something.

Besides, there was no way that she would like him like that. She liked guys like Aizawa-sensei… probably. Maybe he should ask Mina what kind of guys she liked, but that would just lead to teasing and her finding out about his crush and that would mean Emi would know and then he'd probably die from embarrassment.

His door opened while he'd been sitting there freaking out.

Emi walked in, her hair was down - free from her usual orange bandana - she was wearing her pajamas: a set of flannels that was covered in yellow smiley faces that rode her hips, a thin line of skin acted as a border for an orange tank top that was probably just a bit too small for her given how it hugged her chest and showed off a bit of cleavage.

His mind redirected all available resources to burning that image into his long-term memory with as much clarity as he could muster. But, then he saw what was wrong with the image. She wasn't smiling.

Without a word, Emi shut the door behind her and walked three steps before face planting into his bed, dropping the books and pencil she was carrying onto the floor. She let out a long frustrated scream into his pillow and kicked her legs over and over. There were many things he didn't understand about girls, but this was probably a sign of frustration.

"Umm, Emi?" A single eye greeted him, the rest of her face blocked by his pillow. "Is everything alright?"

"They changed math!" she kicked her feet again, before pushing up, a tender pout on her face. "Well they didn't change it, but they changed the type they taught! I can do algebra and stuff just fine, but how the heck am I supposed to do calculus? That's like college stuff!"

"Oh, uh, okay? But, why come to my room?" At night. Alone. Almost at curfew. In his room. Alone. Just him and her. Alone.

She flung her head back and made a noise like she was about to spit. "Because, Momo's running the group through English, and I'm good at that, same with science, and history, that stuff hasn't changed. That and Sero kept trying to flirt with me."

Note: Punch Sero hard during training.

"I can't go to Eraser, and All Might was more confused that I was when I asked me." She got onto her knees, palms, and forehead against his carpet. "Please Izuku! Help me understand math, you're my only hope! Well, not really but I'd rather be with you than anyone else! So please, I'm begging you!"

She'd rather be with him than anybody else? Great! His heart really was being affected by Full Cowl but it was at one hundred percent and ready to burst from his chest and give a Detroit Smash to the first villain it found. Or Sero.

"Oh, well I was just about to start studying math," he lied, reaching into his back bag to pull out his math book, trying really hard not to stare at Emi. How did she make simple pajamas look so beautiful?

"Really?" She sat up, a lopsided smile on her face that was fueled by her own soft laughter. "Thanks a lot Izuku, I owe you a lot! Well, at least I will if I pass! Oh hey I know as a reward, I'll let you take me out on a date!" She leaned back, resting on her arms, "I'd pay but I'm perpetually broke!"

This was his chance! He could say yes, but what would that mean? What if she was just joking, wait she was always joking, she did the exact same thing with Aizawa.

"Ahh! Sorry! I forgot you don't like that!" She laughed, running a hand through her hair and letting it fall. Bounce. "But no really, I'm serious, help me understand this math stuff, I've been wracking my head against it since I class started but I honestly have nothing."

She showed off her notes, which baring the doodles in the margins were some of the neatest he'd seen, neater even than Momos, and made his look terrible.

"Well, what are you having problems with?"

She sobbed into a laugh. "Everything!"

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"Triangles," Her head was heavy and it took far more strength than she cared to admit to keep it from crashing down into Izuku's desk. She should aim for his shoulder instead, that seemed like a much better pillow. Especially with his muscles, Mr. Punchline was swole - that was a word she learned from Mina, and one of her favorites, but it didn't beat dude! Dude was the best word - With one last pen stroke she slid the notebook over to an equally tired Izuku. "Suck."

Izuku blinked, looking once at her notebook, then back at the clock that said that she was here way past curfew, then back at her, then a quick glance at her cleavage for the twentieth time that night - which was now slightly longer, whoops how did that happen? Must be some prankster pulling down her top a bit - then back at her notebook. "Gongratulations Emi, you found the derivative. I don't know how you found it, but you found it."

"I am the high queen of unorthodox victories and long winded explanations, I'd be ashamed if I could do it again." Her reward was Izuku giving a soft laugh. "I'm going to throw my book at Erasers funny shaped head."

"I think you'll be able to pass the test though." He blinked, then looked her in the eyes, that was seventy-two points for her eyes since she started counting, one hundred for her mouth. "How do you know Aizawa-sensei has a funny shaped head?"

She couldn't think of anything clever, or witty to say, which meant it was time to be quiet. Ha, yea like she could do that when Izuku was around. She did need to make sure she didn't say anything too stupid, desperate, clingy, or uhh, what was the word, teasing? Sure, that one. She spun on her feet, twirling twice before landing onto Izuku's bed like someone through a rubber chicken. "I'm too tired to go to my bed, I'm sleeping here tonight. You can use my boobs as a pillow."

A master of subtly she was not. Good thing Izuku thought she was joking about everything! Yep, totally good thing. Probably. Wasn't like he was her super hot best friend or anything. Wait, Izuku's response! She needed to see it.

Blushing, stammering, and standing there like the adorkable doofus that she bonded to like super glue since she got here. He was an interesting person, and oh so fun.

"Emi!" He pointed a finger at her, his mouth moving but not making any sounds.

"I won't even deny the rumors that will come out when they see me leaving your room in the morning, that way everybody will think I'm your girlfriend, doesn't that sound like fun?" She wouldn't even deny it if he was the one to say that. Wait she didn't say that out loud did she? Nah, her mouth was closed, and Izuku wasn't on the ground foaming from his mouth.

"Emi!"

"Yes, I'm Emi."

Ohh, and eye twitch that was a new one. Izuku sighed, looking away from her and blushing, which was a victory, kind of. "You can't, I'll walk you to your room."

The disappointment was almost enough to override her good mood instead, the emotions mixed with her tiredness into a thick mucky soup. She stuck her arms out to Izuku, smiling at him brightly. "My legs won't work, you'll have to carry me."

He groaned and half stomped over to her. But gave no other protest as he put her on his back. Was this abuse? Yes, yes it was. Was it worth it? Oh so very much. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands supported her by her thighs as he navigated his way towards her room.

Everybody else had already called it for the night, but a few books, note cards, and pencils broken out of frustration littered the table where the study group had been. Even as Izuku carried her up four - entirely guilt-free - flights of stairs up to her room they didn't so much as run into a soul. That is until they reached her floor.

"Shoto?" Izuku as he came up the final step. "What are you doing here?"

Oh, it was Momo's boyfriend, smiling she peered out from Izuku's shoulder waggling her eyebrows as aggressively as possible. She knew exactly what happened, those two were so bad at keeping secrets.

"Ahh," Shoto, looked at Momo's closed door then back at Izuku. "The same as you, Momo was tired so I returned her to her room."

That was exactly why there were hickeys on his neck.

"Oh, that's nice of you." Izuku continued forward.

Shoto just nodded and continued onward, barely making eye contact as he awkwardly walked forward.

It was a good thing Izuku's pure-hearted and oblivious nature was as cute as it was funny. She pressed her chest into his back and he moved forward, like some kind of boob operated robot. "Onwards Izuku, we're almost there."

She was going to sleep so hard, and hopefully not dream about math. There were barely any good math jokes. "Hey Izuku, tell me a math joke."

"Umm," He paused to open her door. Oh right, her room was still a mess, clothes, gadgets, gizmos, and various gag toys littered her floor, it was far too late to feel any shame. At least her bed was made… mostly. "Why are triangles so terrible?"

"Because they're evil?" she pushed her door shut behind her, for reasons.

He snorted, sliding her off his back and onto her empty bed. He really should just stay with her. "No, because they're not All Right?"

"Hehe, good one!" It was so hard to laugh and yawn at the same time, "I'll turn you into a proper comedian in no time Izuku, remember guys that can make a girl laugh are a lot cuter. Or maybe we just find cute guys funny, I don't know anymore. I'm too tired."

Izuku shook his head, his hand reaching out for her but he pulled away and looked towards the door. "Good night Emi, I'll see you tomorrow."

Technically it already was tomorrow. But she wasn't done with Izuku. Not by a long shot. "Hey wait a second." She didn't know why, but she activated her quirk, that bubbly feeling washing over as she heard Izuku's laughter.

He had a great laugh and a fantastic smile.

"Emi," he snorted, clutching at his sides, unable to move. "Let me go."

"You're so tired you're laughing hysterically, I'm not doing anything." Despite her self she giggled and stuck out her tongue. "I guess you'll just have to share my bed tonight, but this time I'll use you as a pillow."

He took a step towards her clutching his stomach and mouth as he tried to hold back wave after wave of laughter. "I'm serious," He gasped. " Stop."

"Or what?" wiggled in the bed making room for him.

His hand darted outward, twitching like a crab claw ready to pinch. "I'll make you, Hawaii Tickle!"

She gasped and began to laugh as Izuku began to tickle her exposed stomach, it was a side effect of her quirk, she was incredibly ticklish. "Bwahahah! You jerk! Bwhaha! Tickling me is cheating!"

"Then, heheh," His hand moved to her sides, a weak spot! "Stop making me laugh!"

"Okay,"

The laughter in the room stopped, overtaken by a splendid silence that was in many ways, better than the sound of their laughter. It was the silence of their first kiss, so sweet and wonderful.

She didn't know if it was her that kissed him, or if he finally got a hint and kissed her, might even be some middle ground. But it really didn't matter too much, the kiss was what mattered. It lasted only for a heartbeat before she fell back onto her bed, her every breath was a laugh.

Izuku stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at her.

"Thanks for everything Izuku," She gave him the smallest push backward. "I'll see you tomorrow. "

"Uhh," he straightened himself out turning towards the door, his entire face a bright red that didn't match his hair at all. "Yea, I'll uhh tomorrow. Yea. Night, Emi."

They could deal with the fallout tomorrow, tonight she just wanted to let the joy of that kiss carry her off to dreamland.

AN: Tickle kiss and laughing kiss are best kiss! Anyways lets see if oblivious deku can figure it out now.