—.My Hero Academia: Forbidden Letters at UA: Part 1.—
Summary: After a mission, Deku starts acting strangely and out of character. The tension intensifies due to Midnight's unusual assignments. Uraraka, worried about Deku's change in behavior, tries to understand what's going on with him while grappling with her own feelings, struggling not to lose herself in the process. Everything becomes more complicated between the two, revealing hidden vulnerabilities and emotions.
*Story with suggestive themes, not explicit*
It was another quiet day at UA, the best hero school, or at least it seemed that way at first glance.
–Alright, it looks like everyone turned in their English assignment on time. Well done–. Midnight arranged the papers on her desk, though when she glanced at Class 2-A, she noticed that almost everyone looked exhausted and discouraged, especially the boys.
Although it was a bit warm, it wasn't enough to justify some of them loosening their collars or fanning themselves with their hands. Even Iida, normally impeccable and respectful of the furniture, was now slumped over his desk, which was quite unusual.
–What's going on? You all seem a little out of it– asked Midnight with a mix of curiosity and concern. –Didn't you get a good night's sleep?–
–Oh, don't act like you don't know what's going on! You know exactly what's wrong–, complained Ojiro, his tail waving in frustration.
–Hey, do you think next time you could give us a more… normal English assignment? We'd rather not have to report you to the principal again–, added Sero, seeking support from his classmates.
–Yeah. Except for Kirishima, we're not that tough! Please, think about our feelings a little!– Kaminari's voice was tinged with reproach.
Momo stood up, her posture impeccable as always.
–While I usually like to see the bright side or the utmost utility in things, as the class vice president, I must agree that you could have given us translations more appropriate for our age. Like classics of literature or…
–No!– Midnight interrupted sharply, her gaze resolute. –It's the only way to guarantee maximum retention of English vocabulary. Whether you want to admit it or not, all of you constantly find yourselves thinking about "that." After all, you're teenagers.
–Hey, don't lump us in with Mineta!– Sero protested, almost offended.
–Speaking of which, where is he?– Kirishima asked, looking around.
–Midoriya and Uraraka are missing, too– Hagakure observed, sounding both concerned and surprised.
–Poor things, maybe they just couldn't handle it– Jiro commented, shifting her earphones.
–They say the shyest ones are often the most perverted– Mina suggested, always ready to add a spicy remark.
–You mean Midoriya? I don't think so. I'd say he's by far the most decent one out of all of us– Kirishima defended him, crossing his arms firmly.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind shook the classroom, causing everyone to turn toward the large windows.
Mineta, with a look of sheer terror, slammed against the window and slid down, tears streaming from his eyes.
Shortly after, Uraraka swung by at high speed using her costume's wires.
–Please, someone… help me!– she screamed in desperation as she flew past.
Finally, Midoriya appeared, using his blackwhips to propel himself forward, his body surrounded by the green glow indicating he meant business.
–Come back here, Uraraka! I have to… I need to make you mine!– Midoriya shouted, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation.
–See what you've caused? You've completely ruined poor Midoriya!– Kirishima reproached the teacher, his face full of indignation.
–Perhaps I did go a bit overboard with that last translation assignment– Midnight admitted, bringing a hand to her mouth as if only now realizing the extent of her actions.
...
A Week Earlier
Recently, a man who could mimic the quirks of other criminals had been spotted in the city, causing chaos and confusion. The last time he was reported, he had taken on the appearance of Mr. Smiley in a quiet neighborhood near a church. After eluding a group of police officers, he left them all laughing uncontrollably as he made his escape.
Midoriya's team was assigned to capture him. For this mission, Deku was accompanied by two students from Class 1-B: Kinoko Komori, a girl with powers to make mushrooms grow, and Shihai Kuroiro, a boy with the ability to move through shadows.
They decided to split up to cover more ground. With his usual determination, Midoriya took the highest position, settling in the church bell tower, which offered him a clear view of the area.
While he was completely focused on his task, a familiar sound distracted him. His phone had vibrated with a notification.
"No. This isn't the time for that," he told himself, turning back to look through the long-range scope he'd borrowed.
–There!– he exclaimed upon spotting a suspicious figure hiding behind a bush and immediately relayed the information to his teammates through the transmitter.
–Understood– they responded in unison.
With the capture feeling imminent, Midoriya allowed himself a quick glance at his phone. He noticed he'd received a voice message from Uraraka. Smiling, he thought about how rare it was to have time to hear her voice lately. With all the internship missions and regulations, they'd barely had a chance to talk. It was a brief pause in the chaos, a moment to feel like a normal teenager.
Meanwhile, Kuroiro approached the bush Midoriya had pointed out.
–This is...– he began, discovering that it was just a shirt hanging from the branches, as if someone had left it there on purpose.
–A…a…achoo!– Komori sneezed, bringing a hand to her nose.
–Bless you– said Kuroiro, looking at her with concern – You should've declined the mission if you weren't feeling well.
–Yeah, I think I have a bit of a fever– she admitted, feeling a little guilty for not mentioning her discomfort earlier.
Just then, Kuroiro saw Midoriya in the bell tower, distracted by his phone.
–And that guy...– he murmured in frustration, before noticing something approaching stealthily behind Deku.
–Watch out, Midoriya!– he shouted through the communicator, desperation in his voice.
–What...?– Deku managed to say, but it was too late.
The criminal, still in the form of Mr. Smiley, had silently climbed up to the bell tower and began tickling him on his sides. Midoriya couldn't help but burst into laughter.
–Hahaha!– he laughed uncontrollably.
The villain took advantage of the moment to attack him directly with an imitation of Mr. Smiley's quirk, making Deku laugh even harder, unable to control his body. Staggering on the edge of the bell tower, he couldn't help but slip and fall.
–Quick, do something!– Kuroiro yelled as he slid through the shadows toward the bell tower.
Reacting swiftly, Komori covered the ground with giant mushrooms to cushion Deku's fall. However, as he fell, Midoriya collided with a protruding plank from the bell tower before landing in a mushroom that, unfortunately for him, was filled with sticky sap. Still laughing uncontrollably, he was trapped in the sticky mass. And to top it off, the criminal dropped the large bell on him before starting to flee.
–That must've hurt– Komori commented with concern – And I don't think those mushrooms look very good...
–Serves him right– Kuroiro muttered discontentedly as they split up to help Midoriya and confront the villain who had caused so much chaos.
...
–So, were you able to catch the criminal in the end?– the doctor asked as he reviewed the medical records in front of Midoriya, his voice calm yet professional.
–Yes, fortunately, they managed to capture him despite my mistake– Midoriya replied, lowering his head a bit, his tone filled with regret.
The doctor observed him for a moment, noticing the weight of guilt the young hero-in-training was carrying.
–Hey, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Just make sure to be more careful next time– he advised with a sympathetic smile – It's a shame Recovery Girl is away. With one of her kisses, you'd be fine in a day or two.
The infirmary was quiet until the curtain suddenly opened, revealing Mr. Aizawa with his usual stern expression.
–Midoriya, I think I already told you that you can't keep injuring yourself, especially over something as trivial as checking your phone– Eraser Head scolded, his tone firm but with a hint of concern.
–I'm sorry. It won't happen again– Midoriya promised, clenching his fists seriously and lowering his head.
Aizawa looked at him in silence for a moment, as if evaluating the sincerity in his words.
—Alright. I'm a bit worried about leaving you in this state, though I trust the school's substitute doctor. But I have a call for help that I can't ignore,— he said, his voice softer but still carrying that sense of responsibility that always characterized him.
–Don't worry. I'll be fine and I promise not to cause any more trouble– Midoriya replied, making an effort to smile despite the pain.
–As if you could do much with your back injured and your arm broken– Aizawa muttered, shaking his head – But fine, try to take it easy for the next few days. You'll stay here, and your classmates will take turns bringing you your assignments every day.
–Yes. I'll make sure to thank them when they come– Midoriya said with a slight smile that reflected his gratitude towards his classmates, though he knew he'd have to work even harder to prevent incidents like this from happening again.
...
Time in the infirmary passed slowly, and Midoriya was beginning to realize that life in a bed definitely wasn't living. As he watched the ceiling fan spin lazily above him, he couldn't shake the feeling that every minute stretched on endlessly. The lack of action and movement made him feel trapped, almost as if he were chained to that bed.
–I see you're enjoying your forced vacation– said a familiar voice from the doorway.
–Iida! Uraraka!– Midoriya exclaimed, his face lighting up as he saw his friends enter. Their company was a welcome break from the monotony.
–Hey, how are you feeling, Deku? Does it still hurt a lot?– Uraraka asked as she quickly approached, her concern evident. Her eyes scanned him, looking for any signs of pain, causing Midoriya to blush slightly, though he tried to hide it.
–Thanks for worrying, but I'm fine– he replied, though when he moved his arm a bit, he couldn't help but flinch slightly, betraying his words.
–I heard it was a nasty fall– Iida mentioned with his usual seriousness – It's a shame you couldn't go to China with Todoroki and Bakugo because of this, especially since you already had all the permits.
Iida's words echoed in Izuku's mind, reminding him of Bakugo's mocking farewell that morning: "Goodbye, loser." Kacchan hadn't missed the chance to remind him of his disadvantage as he headed to the airport. Izuku's concern grew; if he didn't take care of himself, Bakugo would get too far ahead, and catching up would only get harder.
Uraraka seemed to notice the change in his expression and subtly elbowed Iida, who immediately realized his mistake.
–Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up– Iida apologized, moving closer with a few books in his hands – On the bright side, you could use this as an opportunity to study up on some law. These legal books belong to my older brother, and he's marked sections that relate to hero work– he said, managing a small smile – Since it seems you have a certain tendency to disregard rules and bend the law.
Izuku couldn't help but smile at Iida's comment, appreciating the mix of humor and concern in his friend's words.
–Only when a friend's in trouble– Midoriya replied, taking the two thick books with his right hand, the one he could still use – I promise to take good care of them.
Iida nodded with a satisfied smile, pleased to see that Midoriya hadn't lost his spirit. Uraraka, meanwhile, watched the friendship between the two boys with a fond look, moving a bit closer with newfound confidence.
—I brought your school assignments,— Uraraka said as she approached the bed. —For now, Midnight is staying on as the substitute teacher covering for Mr. Aizawa, and she's been giving us regular classes since they don't want to risk more injuries in training until Recovery Girl returns. I thought the three of us could do the assignments here with you.
Midoriya felt relieved at the idea of not falling behind in his studies, but before he could respond, Iida raised his hand in a gesture of apology.
—I'm sorry, but I can't,— Iida said immediately. —My brother had asked me last week to help him with some work-related matters.
—It's okay, then it'll just be Deku and me, right?— Uraraka smiled, and although Izuku tried to return the smile normally, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the prospect of being alone with her. Without Iida's presence, the idea of spending time alone with Uraraka filled him with a mix of excitement and anxiety, a feeling he didn't fully understand but that made his heart beat a little faster.
...
Izuku couldn't help but glance at Uraraka out of the corner of his eye as she focused on her math problems, sitting in the chair next to his bed. He wasn't entirely sure what drew him to her, but there was something comforting in just looking her way, as if it brought him a sense of calm amidst his discomfort. However, that momentary peace broke when she noticed his gaze.
–Is there something you don't understand?– Uraraka asked, looking up from her notes with a curious expression.
–Ah… well…– Midoriya mumbled, suddenly nervous. In his awkwardness, he accidentally knocked his notebook to the other side of the bed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks from embarrassment.
–Let me help you– Uraraka offered quickly, leaning down to pick up the fallen notebook.
Midoriya turned his gaze away, trying to focus on anything other than Uraraka as she leaned forward. Although his heart was beating faster, he tried to keep his composure.
–It must be hard to hold the worksheets, translate with your phone, and check the verb tenses– Uraraka remarked, her tone showing a bit of concern. Her expression quickly changed, though, brightening as if she'd just had a brilliant idea – I know! Let's switch assignments!
–But it wouldn't be fair, Uraraka. You're almost done, and I… honestly, I haven't even written anything yet– Midoriya admitted, feeling a little guilty. He knew he was behind, but he didn't want her to take on everything.
–It's okay. Right now, you're the patient, and you shouldn't push yourself too hard– Uraraka replied, smiling at him with a warmth that made Midoriya's heart tighten in a way that caught him off guard.
–Even so… I don't think I'd feel right if you did all the work for both of us– Midoriya responded, covering his face with his arm, trying to hide the awkward expression he was probably making. He knew his face must have shown just how dazzled he was by Uraraka's kindness, which made him feel even more exposed.
–Oh, I've got it!– Uraraka exclaimed, her face lighting up with a new idea – Let's listen to the songs together with headphones and take it one step at a time. I think the music doesn't really matter, but this way, it'll be more fun.
–O-okay…– Midoriya agreed, though the idea of being so close to Uraraka, sharing headphones, filled him with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew they'd be close, and the fact that the infirmary was empty, leaving the two of them completely alone, didn't help calm his nerves.
As Uraraka plugged in the headphones, Midoriya couldn't help but think, "Where was that doctor to tell Uraraka that he needed rest and that too many stimuli weren't good for him?" Yet another part of him didn't want anyone to interrupt this moment, despite how uncomfortable he felt. After all, being close to Uraraka, sharing even something as simple as a school assignment, made those long days in the infirmary feel a little less lonely.
...
Take it from the top
If I start, I just can't stop
All the patience that I've got
It's not enough to save me
It's a race against the clock
But we don't wanna watch
Keep runnin' till we're lost
You got me thinkin'
...
Pull it out of park, put it in drive
I can feel your heart beatin' with mine
Underneath the stars, lookin' for a sign
Glowin' in the dark till the Sun shines
Made it pretty far on the first try
Might've set the bar a little too high
Started with a spark now we're on fire
Started with a spark
...
Ooh, baby, you take me on a ride
Gonna drive me crazy
Ooh, baby, I feel like we've made it pretty far
Now we're stargazing
...
Push until it pops
Tryna clear my thoughts
Better keep the A/C on for me
Not enough, yeah
Despite what Izuku had thought at first, everything was going surprisingly well. As they worked together on the assignment, they paused the song every so often to make notes in English, exchanging small smiles that eased the tension in the air. With each passing minute, Izuku felt more comfortable in Uraraka's presence. His initial nervousness began to fade, replaced by a gentle excitement, a kind of enthusiasm that made him feel light.
However, as more time passed, Izuku couldn't help but let his gaze drift. He tried to be discreet, but his eyes felt irresistibly drawn to her lips, as if they were the focal point of the entire room. There was something about the way they moved when she spoke, a mix of sweetness and softness that captivated him.
—The next part...— Uraraka began to read, but she suddenly stopped. The words in the lyrics, which she was about to say out loud, seemed to leap off the notebook pages, almost as if they were highlighted.
Windows start to fog
Clothing coming off
Makin' it too hot
You got me thinkin'
Uraraka dropped her pink pen immediately, bringing her hands to her cheeks, now flushed a deep red. This is so embarrassing! she thought, shaking her head to clear it. It was obvious Midnight had assigned this task; Mr. Aizawa would never allow something this suggestive. How do Americans listen to these songs without being constantly blushing? she wondered, trying to regain her composure.
–"Start" is present, and "coming" is a gerund– Midoriya pointed out with total normality, as if there was nothing strange about the lyrics.
–Umm, Deku… doesn't this song start to bother you at all?– Uraraka asked, still somewhat flustered.
–Why would it?– Midoriya responded, his tone showing no sign of discomfort or embarrassment.
That seemed even stranger to Uraraka, who began to reflect in silence. Could it be that Deku is so innocent that he doesn't realize the lyrics clearly hint at two people…?
But then Deku, in an unusually soft voice, leaned in a bit closer, his shoulder brushing hers.
—Or are you referring to the fact that...— he began, letting his words flow with a closeness he hadn't shown before—...the song is about two people... doing it?— Deku gently removed the earbud from Uraraka's ear, his touch making her shiver. —Or is it more that you're listening to it with me... and we're completely alone?— he whispered, tucking a loose strand of Uraraka's hair behind her ear.
Uraraka was left speechless, her face turning even redder as her heart pounded in her chest. She had never seen Midoriya act this way, and it both confused and affected her deeply.
—Uraraka... I've always liked you,— Midoriya confessed, leaning in closer, his intentions clear in his gaze.
—D-Deku...— Uraraka stammered, feeling trapped between excitement and surprise.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing almost instinctively. It felt as if the moment was frozen, bringing her to a point where there was almost no turning back. But just as their lips were about to touch, something inside her made her react. Gently but firmly, she placed her hands on Midoriya's shoulders, maintaining a safe distance.
—Wait, Deku! It's not that there's anything wrong with you, but you would never act like this. Something must be wrong with you, something terrible. Maybe you got a concussion from that fall. Wait here, I'm going to get help,— Uraraka said, her voice a mix of concern and relief as she tried to process what had just happened.
Midoriya remained on the bed, stunned and without any real options. Something inside him knew Uraraka was right, but at that moment, his mind was so clouded by emotions and closeness that he couldn't think clearly. However, as she walked away, a growing sense of unease began to stir within him, something that told him something was definitely wrong.
...
The doctor adjusted his glasses as he looked over the report in his hands, explaining the situation calmly.
—We've already checked Midoriya's blood, and indeed, it's contaminated with spores from a fungus. This appears to be a side effect of one of his classmate's quirks, who was sick during their last mission,— he explained, keeping his eyes on the report.
—But what effect do those spores have on him exactly?— Uraraka asked, worry clear in her eyes.
The doctor looked up, thoughtful.
—It's difficult to say precisely, since fungal quirks are still quite rare and haven't been fully studied. However, based on what you've told me, it's likely that these spores cause periods of disinhibition in him.
—Does that mean he really means what he says?— Uraraka asked, feeling a sudden warmth in her cheeks as she remembered when Deku had confessed that he had always liked her. She instinctively brought her hands to her cheeks, trying to hide her blush.
The doctor noticed her reaction and gave a small smile.
—It's possible,— he said with a hint of amusement, picking up on what had happened—. In fact, when I went to take his blood sample, Midoriya asked me several times about you, about when you'd be back to see him.
Uraraka covered her face with both hands, her heart racing faster than she would have liked to admit.
—I-I don't think I can see him like this,— she said, her voice barely a whisper, full of embarrassment and confusion.
The doctor looked at her sympathetically.
—I understand. It's a complicated situation. But don't worry, we'll ask someone else to help him with his assignments. It's important that he rests and that you feel comfortable as well,— he assured, trying to ease her anxiety.
Uraraka nodded, though a part of her felt guilty for not being there for Deku. As she walked down the school hallway, her mind was absorbed in thoughts about what had happened. The memories of that moment in the infirmary haunted her, making her wonder if what Deku had said was truly what he felt deep down, or if it was just a consequence of the spores.
Suddenly, a thought hit her like a bolt of lightning. My backpack! she thought to herself, stopping in her tracks. She had left her backpack with all her things in Deku's room, and with everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten to ask the doctor for it. Her things were essential for the next morning's class, not to mention that she still had to finish her assignment.
She looked at her watch, realizing it was already past ten at night. A doubt crept into her mind: Would Deku already be asleep at this hour?
The hallway was silent, with the dim light from the lamps casting long shadows on the floor. Uraraka knew she had to get her things, but the idea of seeing Deku again, especially after what had happened, made her feel nervous. However, she knew she had no other choice. Maybe if I go in carefully, I can grab my backpack without waking him up, she thought, trying to convince herself.
Determined, but with her heart pounding fast, Uraraka headed toward the infirmary, mentally preparing herself for whatever she might encounter when she opened the door.
.
Cautiously opening the door, Uraraka stepped into the dimly lit room, where the only light came from the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Midoriya was lying with his back to her, seemingly asleep, but his calm breathing gave Uraraka a sense of peace she found comforting. She moved slowly, her footsteps muffled by the softness of the floor, until she finally reached the chair where she had left her backpack.
As her fingers brushed against the fabric of the backpack, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. Why didn't I use my quirk for this? She felt a bit foolish for not considering that option earlier, but before she could think more about it, a familiar voice broke the silence.
—Uraraka...—, Deku's voice, though soft, made her tremble.
Her body tensed at the sound, but she remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
—The doctor told me what's happening to me—, Deku continued, still not turning around—. I want to apologize for the inappropriate way I spoke to you and acted. I hope you can forgive me someday.
The tone of his voice, heavy with regret, made it clear to Uraraka that Deku was genuinely sorry. Perhaps the effects of the spores were beginning to fade.
—There's no need to apologize. It wasn't your fault, Deku. I know you didn't mean it, so... we're still friends, just like always—, she said, trying to sound as convincing as possible, though a small pang in her heart suggested otherwise.
—Friends...—, Deku repeated, slowly turning over in bed to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling—. I don't know if it's the spores, but hearing you say we're just friends... it bothers me, Uraraka.
Deku's words echoed in Uraraka's mind, causing her to look down, embarrassed. Her fingers played with the edge of her sleeves as she tried to find the right words.
—But that's what we are—, she murmured, not lifting her gaze.
Deku looked at her with an intensity she couldn't see, but could feel.
—I really regret how I said it before—, Deku continued, his voice softer now—, but putting that aside, I think what I said was true, Uraraka. I've always liked you, almost since we first met. Normally, I wouldn't be able to tell you this face to face, and that's why... now that I'm still a bit confused, I want to ask you... do you like me?
Uraraka's heart began to race, almost as if it were trying to escape her chest. The silence in the room grew heavy, and Deku didn't take his eyes off the ceiling, as if he were searching it for the answers he desperately needed.
Automatically, Uraraka sat down on the chair, placing her backpack on her lap. She knew this conversation was important, but she also knew it wasn't the right time.
—Maybe we should talk about this calmly when you're feeling better and have fully recovered—, she suggested, hoping he would agree.
Deku sighed deeply.
—I know I won't have the courage to tell you again when I'm well, Uraraka.
Deku's words were a mixture of sadness and honesty, and Uraraka felt torn between what she ought to do and what she truly wanted to say to him.
—Deku... You're a very brave, determined, and kind person. I've always appreciated those qualities in you. I really think you're amazing—, she confessed, hoping that would be enough.
Deku remained silent for a moment before asking the same question he knew would change everything if she answered it.
—And do you like me?
Uraraka felt the ground shift beneath her feet, even though she was sitting. She knew this wasn't the right time for this conversation, but she also couldn't lie to him.
—D-Deku... I really don't think this is the right time to talk about this—, she said, trying to sound firm, though her voice trembled slightly.
The silence that followed was even heavier than before. Deku turned his head, finally looking at her.
—Don't worry, Uraraka. I understand—, his tone was serious, resigned, as he turned back around in bed—. Don't worry. I think I have enough self-control not to bother you. So if you came for your things, I won't stop you.
Deku's words, so full of sadness, broke Uraraka's heart. She knew she couldn't leave him like that.
—No, Deku. Don't think that I don't like you—, she quickly said, her voice full of urgency.
—Are you saying you do like me?—, Deku asked softly, not turning around.
—Yes, Deku. I like you—, she finally admitted, her heart in her throat.
Midoriya let out a sigh, and silence enveloped them once more, but this time with a different tension.
—Thank you for saying that, but... I think you're only saying it out of obligation—, he finally replied, his voice tinged with sadness.
—No, Deku. I wouldn't have wanted to tell you like this, but I've liked you... for a long time—, she confessed, with a sincerity that frightened her.
Deku turned over again in bed, his green eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made Uraraka shiver.
—I still think you're saying it only because of my condition... and that when I recover, you'll take it back, Uraraka.
Then, Deku's eyes began to fill with tears, and Uraraka felt a pang of pain seeing him like this.
—You... don't love me. I know—, Deku said, his voice breaking with sobs. With his good hand, he pressed down on the hospital gown over his chest as small tears began to roll down his cheeks.
—No, don't cry—, Uraraka pleaded, deeply moved.
Setting her backpack back on the chair, Uraraka walked around the bed and hugged him gently, careful not to hurt his broken arm or his back. Deku sat up slowly, and when her hand touched his, which was still pressing against his chest, he stopped pushing.
—I do love you—, Uraraka confirmed, feeling the warmth of his body and the rapid beat of his heart.
Still with tears in his eyes, Deku leaned his head toward Uraraka's cheek, slowly moving closer to her face.
—I love you too, Uraraka.
Slowly, Deku closed his eyes, still with tears on his cheeks, and pressed his lips against Uraraka's. Both felt their emotions overflow with the simple act of their lips meeting.
In her heart, Uraraka felt that all the feelings she had repressed for Deku could finally overflow. And she squeezed her eyes shut.
Deku began to deepen the kiss with small movements, and both felt their hearts race in unison. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the beat of their hearts and the softness of their lips.
'Deku is a really good kisser,' Uraraka thought, unable to stop responding to his kisses. 'Could it also be the spores?' she wondered, but soon she stopped questioning and just let herself be carried away by the moment.
For a moment, Deku half-opened his eyes and pushed something that was sticking out from under his pillow.
The kisses continued, and Izuku held her by the elbow with his good hand, gently sliding it toward his shoulder.
—Stay with me tonight, Uraraka—, Deku whispered in the middle of a kiss that promised to be even more passionate.
That request brought her back to reality with a jolt. Uraraka pulled away from him, and Deku blinked as if he had just realized what he had said.
—Ah! No... Don't get the wrong idea! I'm sorry, Uraraka—, Deku quickly apologized, covering his face with his forearm—. I did it again. I don't know why I said that.
—It must be the spores—, Uraraka said, trying to calm down, though her heart was still pounding.
—I think so too—, Deku agreed, feeling just as embarrassed.
—I should go now—, Uraraka said more to herself, holding her cheeks, completely flushed, as she headed back toward her things.
—Y-yes, but... will you come back tomorrow?—, Deku asked, with a hint of hope in his voice.
—I'll come to see if you're better.
Uraraka finished gathering her things, still feeling the rapid beat in her chest. With one last glance at Deku, she gripped the doorknob, noticing how the calm of the night contrasted with the whirlwind of emotions inside her.
—S-see you tomorrow—, she said in a trembling voice as her hand closed around the knob.
—S-see you tomorrow—, Deku replied with a shy smile.
She quickly left, the sound of her footsteps echoing softly, and the door closed behind her with a quiet click. The silence that followed was overwhelming, interrupted only by the gentle murmur of the night breeze coming through the window.
With the room once again calm and lit only by the moonlight, Deku slowly turned over in bed, trying to shake off a lingering trace of confusion that still enveloped him. His gaze shifted to the pillow, where, with a careful movement, he pulled out a notebook he had been secretly keeping.
Deku opened the notebook with a sigh, his fingers flipping through the pages until he reached a list he had made.
He then looked at the first box and checked it off with a mix of relief and nervousness. He had successfully completed the first step:
Make Uraraka admit she likes me and, if possible, kiss her.
The list continued with five more steps until the culmination:
Sleep with Uraraka. Mission accomplished.
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for reading this far. I hope to continue this story soon! Your comments are always welcome! Thank you so much for reading, following, and liking. It always makes me smile.