A/N: I got my haircut yesterday and as I sat in that uncomfortable salon chair with that plastic cape on and my hair slicked back, I thought, "Damn, am I ugly." Anybody else feel that way when they catch their reflection at the hairdresser? Anyway, here's number 10, do enjoy. Leave me a comment if you'd like to make my day or just enjoy the read. Enjoy and have a great day!
**I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA, Kohei Horikoshi. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on if you'd like! They are extremely talented!
Ten
What Will Mineta Think of Next
Deku's mind was foggy when he woke, and he felt odd upon waking. His vision was somewhat blurry when he opened his eyes and it took several moments to adjust to the light that was starting the creep in from his closed curtain. However, as his eyes adjusted, he realized that he was not in fact in his bed, but instead floating up near his ceiling. Surprise and alarm washed over him and he briefly wondered if sometime during the night he'd accidentally unlocked and activated the seventh users quirk, float. That is until he looked in the direction of his bed and saw Uraraka there in his bed!
Feeling an intense wave of panic wash over him, Deku used the ceiling to push himself down but he couldn't get to the ground whilst still being weightless. Uraraka would have to do that and she was asleep.
What is she doing in my bed? What happened last night? He thought to himself in a panic and began hurriedly sifting through his memories of the previous night. Deku remembered her coming to see him by way of his balcony, talking with her, hugging, and then realized that it was late in the night and that they needed to call it. He vaguely remembered her saying she had to go to the bathroom and lying down and then…nothing but foggy half remembered dreams.
I must've fallen asleep. Not good!
Still floating above his bed, he saw that sometime during the night Uraraka had shed the pink hoodie she'd been wearing and was now dressed in a simple black tank top. Seeing her curled up comfortably on his bed filled him with both happiness and anxiety. Had anything else happened? Try as he might he couldn't remember anything aside from falling asleep and perhaps feeling overheated at one point but that was it.
Gotta get her to wake up. Alarm hasn't gone off yet but it will soon and when it does, she'll probably be frightened by waking up in a place other than her room.
With great caution, Deku called softly, "Uraraka, wake up! Uraraka!" But the sleeping girl didn't show any sign of waking. Instead, she rolled from her side and onto her back and Deku turned a bright red as he realized that her shirt had crept up well above her navel while turning over. He wanted to have a lingering stare at her, shirt pulled up, pale belly exposed, lying serenely in his bed. The sight made him briefly have naughtier thoughts that he immediately squashed.
"Uraraka!" He called a little louder.
Still no movement from the bed. Dammit, gotta get her to wake up!
Deku looked hurriedly around his room to see if he could grab something, anything to get Uraraka's attention. Aside from pulling the light fixture out of the ceiling, there really wasn't much. Black whip, a small internal voice whispered to him. Yes, black whip could do. I wouldn't need to maintain it for very long, just long enough to grab something in the room and bring to me or maybe even to just brush her to wake her.
Black whip it was! While he knew that this was probably his only option, another voice was very skeptical of his ability to use it with such precision. He could capture things with it sometimes, but honestly bigger objects were easier to capture and ensnare. To use it with such finesse that he was able to grasp something small like one of his action figures or even a crumpled-up piece of paper required a bit more control than he thought he was capable of. Reaching out with a tendril of black whip to brush her cheek or shake her though, that was something he thought he could do a bit more easily.
Focusing within himself, Deku directed his right hand in Uraraka's direction and felt that familiar tingle of power just beneath his skin. Okay, not too strong but strong enough to make her feel the touch, he thought to himself as the first tendrils of power woke and the dark energy began slowly spilling forward from his outstretched hand.
Black whip suddenly shot out with more force than Deku had intended, straight at Uraraka. Thankfully the power in it diminished slightly just before it reached Uraraka. Deku attempted to direct the dark energy up toward her face as if to brush her cheek with enough impact that she'd be likely to wake at the touch. However, black whip seemed to have a mind of its own and before Deku could call it back, the tendril of dark power whipped up across Uraraka's abdomen catching the hem of her shirt and hiking it up to her chin, fully exposing her torso to him.
All of Uraraka was visible to him now, well all of her except what was covered up in her bra which he couldn't help but gaze longingly at. It was relatively straight forward, nothing too fancy but it was the first real bra he'd ever seen and on a real girl; a girl he liked. He took in the little baby pink bows at the base of the pink straps, the curve of an underwire, the bulge of cleavage as she lay on her back. She looked so good in pink!
Deku let out a small squeak of alarm—excitement? Fear? He wasn't sure-just as black whip moved to bump against Uraraka's cheek. Black whip turned out to be unnecessary though, as the little squeak of alarm Deku had released was all it took to make Uraraka's eyes pop open.
Uraraka stared at him sleepily but confusion swiftly blooming in her eyes. Her gaze drifted down to the black whip tentacle that still rested on her cheek and her eyes widened in alarm. She took in the scene, fully awake now, immediately placed the pads of her fingers together and whispered, "Release."
The tendril of black whip immediately recoiled from Uraraka as Deku began to fall and instead redirected to the curtain rod to slow his descent. Even with black whip successfully latching onto the curtain rod however, he still crashed down face first over the head of the bed, his lower half somehow managing to land literally right on Uraraka's face.
To make matters worse, the power with which black whip locked onto the curtain rod and the speed at which Deku fell, made the rod unstable and it clattered to the floor, loudly.
Uraraka was caught under him and desperately clawing at him to get off and out of her face. Deku was dazed after having fallen headfirst over his bed and took a moment to get oriented. He felt Uraraka's hands on his hips suddenly which immediately sobered him from his daze. His mind now filled with a strange mixture of excitement and panic. Before he could do anything or process the strange sensation of foreign hands on his hips however, he was floating again. Uraraka shoved him off her and away as he became weightless. He floated about foot away before Uraraka haphazardly released him and he landed with an "oof," and loud thud on the floor.
Well if the loud noises in here were overlooked before they certainly won't be now; now everyone is going to come round to see what is going on in here, Deku thought to himself in a panic, his eyes moving to the door to stare wildly at it.
His alarm clock went off then and he practically flew out of his skin, emitting an alarmed yip in response. He looked toward Uraraka who looked flustered, red faced, and embarrassed. Somehow her shirt had managed to stay pushed up well above her breasts this entire time. Deku felt his face flush hot and looked away from her. If he spent even a moment longer looking at her he felt certain that the excitement he'd felt rousing at the unexpected touch of her hands on his hips would potentially put him at full mast in a second.
Why was it so damn hard to be a teenager? Pun not intended!
"Dek—" Uraraka started quietly but stopped dead when there was a loud knocking on his door. They both stared at each other in pure terror as another knock sounded on the door.
"Mon dieu! Are you alright, Midoriya? I've heard quite the raucous!" Came Aoyama's sing song voice.
"Yup! All is well!" Deku squeaked. The tone and pitch alone were enough to be entirely unconvincing.
"Mon ami, do you need help? What is going on?" Aoyama asked on the other side of the door and Deku saw the handle twist. Pure horror shot through Deku and on impulse he raised his right hand and a black whip tendril shot out with shocking speed as it latched itself onto the door handle, preventing the handle from turning. What was it going to take for him to realize that a locked door was an absolute must in the future?!
"Closet!" Deku whispered with a panicky gaze at Uraraka. She immediately nodded, turned off the alarm clock, and stumbled out of the bed and toward the closet. Deku watched with panicked eyes as she slid it open and then slipped into it in one frenzied but quick motion. Throughout her hurried trot to his closet, her shirt had remained hiked up and the image of her breasts—more exposed than he'd ever seen before—slightly bouncing in response to her frantic movements seemed to burn into his brain. He felt a most unwanted teenage boy response in the form of tightening shorts.
Not now! Get it together Deku!
"Midoriya the door! Is there something against your door? What's going on in there?"
Deku heard other voices from outside his door that sounded like Tokoyami and Mineta.
"What's all the noise about? I had another ten minutes of sleep before my alarm was gonna go off! What gives?" Mineta asked from the other side of the door.
"I too, would like to know what's going on. Is everything alright?" Tokoyami asked.
"As would I! Midoriya! The door!" Aoyama called out in annoyance.
Izuku gulped in a panicky breath of air, shifted his position so the embarrassing bulge in his pants was more obscured and then retracted black whip and released the door. As black whip sprung back to him, the door suddenly flew open only to have Aoyama suddenly spill forward into his room. Tokoyami and Mineta stood behind him, confused expressions on their face.
"Oof! What happened to your door? The handle wouldn't even turn," Aoyama grumbled as he got up. He looked around the room and then at Midoriya with a very puzzled expression. "Mon dieu! What happened in here?"
"Indeed, it looks as if you got into a fight," Tokoyami added, also peering into the now incredibly messy room. Behind him, Mineta looked silently around the room as well. He looked less confused and more so suspicious.
"Oh uh, well, I, er," Deku began, stumbling over his words as he struggled to come up with something that could explain the state of disarray. His eyes briefly darted down toward his palms and the tingling sensation of black whip just beneath his skin. Black whip! Of course! "Uh, it seems that just as I woke up and uh black whip randomly uh, activated and yeah, I kind of made a mess." He hoped against hope that they would believe him.
Aoyama, Tokoyami, and Mineta looked at him doubtfully. They knew that he was new to using black whip and that it was far from under control, but his quirk randomly activating? That seemed somewhat sketchy. Then again, he had broken his window on accident from apparently having his quirk randomly activate, so it might be a plausible excuse.
"Perhaps you should train more often with Bakugo," Tokoyami suggested.
"Or wear mittens to bed!" Aoyama added. Deku absently doubted that mittens would stop the dark energy of black whip.
Mineta strode forward then, past Tokoyami and Aoyama and into Deku's room. He stood just inside more closely surveying the damage in the room. He looked back at Midoriya and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"I asked you this last night, but I'm gonna ask you again…were you like hammering it home with props? It's the only reasonable explanation that I can think of that would explain the noise…and the mess," Mineta asked seriously.
"No! I just accidentally activated black whip and it got a little out of hand," Deku asserted, knowing full well that he was blushing again at Mineta having asked about masturbation.
"How crass Mineta!" Aoyama exclaimed with a wrinkled nose.
"Unless you were trying some freaky stuff with like black whip and yeah, I could see that getting out of hand," Mineta mused mostly to himself.
"Why is it always something sexual with you?" Tokoyami asked seriously.
"Better question is when isn't it a sexual situation?" Mineta rebuffed.
"Well whatever the case, Midoriya, I think we should leave you to it. You have a bit of cleanup to do I would think." Tokoyami gave one last look at Midoriya's mess of a room and then left the doorway.
Aoyama shot Deku a curious look and said, "Well I too must bid au revoir…though s'il vous plait in the future, do try to be a bit quieter."
Mineta remained standing in Deku's room, looking at him suspiciously.
"Midoriya…I think we both know what's going on here," he said seriously.
"We do?" Deku asked, his voice high and tight with anxiety.
"You were shaking hands with the milkman with black whip and it got a little crazy…it's okay, I get that. Hey, if I had crazy weird energy that could act like a whole other persons hand, I'd probably try it to," Mineta said with a serious expression.
"What? You're seri—but no, it really—" Deku began when Mineta interrupted him.
"Unless you had a girl in here and that's the reason for all the noise and mess." Mineta stared pointedly at Midoriya. Deku felt his whole face blush red and any words he'd had died on his tongue. He opened his mouth to speak but the words froze in his throat as he caught sight of Uraraka's discarded sweatshirt just peeking out from under his bed. If Mineta looked more closely at anything aside from him he'd most certainly see it.
Barely able to find his voice, he managed, "A, a girl? No! Who would I have in here? Not a girl! I wouldn't, uh, even know what to do!" The words sounded all wrong as they tumbled out of his mouth yet somehow at the same time they rang with an embarrassing truth. Great, he was just making this worse.
"Right," Mineta said doubtfully, "well keep it down next time…and if you did have a babe in here, well expect to spill those details in full!" Mineta added with a lecherous smile and turned on his heel and left, shutting the door behind him.
Deku sat on the floor, sweat pouring out of every pore and his heart hammering in his chest. Oh this was bad, this was very bad. He looked in the direction of his closet which Uraraka hid in. Slowly he got to his feet, scooped up her sweatshirt and moved over to his closet and gently slid the door open to reveal Uraraka crouched on the floor red faced and clearly embarrassed. She'd managed to pull down her tank top which Deku was somewhat relieved at seeing. He didn't think he could handle seeing that much of her on top of all the other things that had happened that morning.
"Deku," she began her voice quiet and shuddering, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should've just left but you fell asleep and you looked so peaceful there and I don't know why but I just really wanted to feel or hear your heartbeat so I ended up getting into the bed with you to feel it and I fell asleep! I am so sorry!" Tears spilled out of her eyes as she desperately wiped at her eyes.
Seeing her cry made Deku's heart ache in a way he'd not felt before. He decided that he didn't like it and never wanted to see it again.
Getting down on her level, Deku crouched on the ground and instinctively took her face in both his hands and forced her to look at him.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright. Shh, don't cry," he reassured gently, moving one hand from her cheek to her head to stroke her hair soothingly.
Uraraka instantly stilled at the touch, her tears still running down her face but no new ones developing. She looked at him with big, quivering eyes and suddenly lunged into him, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. Deku was surprised by the motion and took a moment to adjust to it, one hand eventually wrapping around her in kind, the other still gently stroking her hair.
"I'm sorry…sorry. I should've just left, but I didn't," she murmured softly, her face pressed against his chest.
"It's okay," Deku murmured. Now that she'd stopped crying and now that they were locked together in a tight embrace, he became acutely aware of that proximity. It both excited him and made him nervous as a gazelle about to be pounced on. He looked down at her auburn head tucked into his chest and felt a pang of adoration surge through him.
Uraraka moved a bit away from Deku to look at him, her eyes still moist and red from crying, but not making new tears. She let out a little sigh and looked at him fondly. Something in the look that she gave him made his heart sputter in his chest and he suddenly became aware of how close her face and mouth were to his own. It would only be a matter of inches and he could close that distance with her and kiss her. His mind reeled at that thought. Kiss! Kiss her?! They'd barely started holding hands and now he was thinking of kissing her!? It's the natural thing to do, whispered another voice in his head.
Based on the direction of her eyes, Uraraka was having similar thoughts. Deku followed her gaze and easily surmised that she was eyeing his mouth intently, also keenly aware of the small space between them and how easy it would be to lean forward to close it. There was something in her eyes that made butterflies dance in his stomach and a tingling start to grow in his groin.
Her head moved forward a fraction, his head followed suit. One more subtle movement forward and they'd be nose to nose and after that, locking lips…
Bail! Get out of there! You can't kiss her! This is not the time, an inner voice chided urgently. His mind cleared a fraction to see Uraraka lean a smidge closer and felt his stomach leap into his throat.
"We'd better get moving!" He abruptly said, a little louder than he'd intended.
The statement seemed to pull Uraraka back to reality as well as she moved several inches backwards, her face turning a rosy pink.
"Right," she said softly and rose to her feet.
Deku paused then asked, "Uh, let me peek outside and see if anyone is out there and if it looks like it's clear you can make a run for it, unless you want to float yourself back to your room."
Uraraka shook her head. "I don't know that that would be the best idea since it's daytime and if anyone is looking out their window, they'll see me just kind of floating around and start to ask questions."
"Good point, okay, I'll go with you until we get to the stairs," Deku agreed and then moved toward the door. He pressed his ear up against the door and listened for what felt like several minutes. He then cracked the door open a fraction and looked outside.
Turning back to Uraraka he whispered, "Nobody is out there that I can see, come on!"
Together the two deftly moved out of his room and into the hall. There wasn't anyone that they could see, though they could hear some footsteps on the floor above them. Deku knew that the two of them being together in what would mostly look like bedtime clothes would be highly damming, but he couldn't bring himself to just abandon her until they got to the stairwell. If they made it to stairwell, they could likely excuse away a lot of questions. She was going to take a shower but forgot something and ran into him; she was getting up to get a snack before getting dressed and they crossed paths. The possibilities were endless.
They made it to the stairwell where Uraraka paused. She looked at Deku, her cheeks slightly rosier than they normally were.
"I guess I'll see you a little later," she murmured softly and much to his surprise, she briefly took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Yeah," was all he managed to squeak out, feeling hot and flustered with her holding his hand when at any moment someone could come by see them. Is that such a bad thing? A tiny voice inside him asked.
Before he could answer that voice or do anything really, Uraraka surprised him by suddenly leaning forward, standing on her tip toes, and closing the distance between them to plant a swift and entirely unexpected kiss on his lips.
Their lips touched for perhaps a micro second and then the contact was broken and she was scurrying up the stairs, taking them two or three at a time. Izuku remained in the stairwell, looking blankly forward. He could feel a body wide blush taking root on him and he could only imagine how ridiculous he looked standing there in a tee shirt, shorts and socks, red faced, blank stare.
She kissed me! She actually kissed me! I've been kissed! I just had my first kiss! And it was with Uraraka! Wait, does that actually count as a first kiss? Of course it does! But…like, shouldn't I have done something more? Hmmm…I think I need to research kissing.
Slowly, he turned around and moved out of the stairwell and back to his room. He might've passed by Mineta, Aoyama, Tokoyami, anyone or no one—he didn't really know and he didn't really care. For in that moment, all that was on his mind was standing in the stairwell with Uraraka and her leaning forward to kiss him. It'd been so fast he had no time to feel or taste or really anything in that shared kiss. What would a full kiss feel like? What would it taste like? What would it feel like? What would she feel and taste like? Something unfamiliar and primal seemed to wake in the pit of his belly at such thoughts.
What would her lips taste like? What would she feel like against his fingertips or against his lips? The mere thoughts of such things made his mouth water, a phenomenon that both excited and confused him. He needed to stop thinking these things! Whatever this strange feeling was, well it wasn't helpful or wanted.
After some light breathing exercises and focusing his mind by running through some complicated math equations, Izuku finally managed to dispel the disturbing amount of desire that had filled his mind. He was not Mineta! He was not going to be a slave to his teenage hormones!
Even as he went through his morning routine in mechanical fashion, his mind wandered away from the mundane activities of his morning ablutions. Keeping the memory of Uraraka boldly closing the space between was proving pointless. It kept running on repeat in his head. All he could think about was that kiss and how he really wanted to try it again except this time he wanted to kiss her.
F/N: Haha, have no fear my friends. I fully intend to make up for this all too brief first kiss, this is just the appetizer!