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Fifty-Four
But I Changed My Mind
Izuku paused just outside of UA, casting a glance back the way he had come. Why hadn't her smile reached her eyes? What more did she want to say? What had she chosen to not say, he thought to himself as he leapt away from the lamppost he rested on. He was airborne moments later, high up in the sky with nothing but the stars and city below. He travelled much faster without Uraraka on his back or perhaps he just travelled with less caution now that he lacked precious cargo.
He paused a short ways away from UA on a nearby building. His stomach was churning anxiously and he wasn't entirely certain why. Was he worried about Uraraka and the lack of genuine smile she'd given him? Was she feeling upset about him not agreeing to stay over? He wouldn't know unless she told him.
Deku quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his text messages. He started thinking of various messages he could send her but everything he came up with dissolved whenever he began to type. What do I say to her? Goodnight? It was great seeing you tonight, no, no, that's stupid. Have good dreams? He vaguely recalled saying that to her the last time they'd parted on her balcony. She might've gone to bed though so any message he sent might not even get to her until tomorrow morning.
Do you want to take that risk? No.
He began typing.
2059 "Hey, sorry it's late and I was just there haha, but I wanted to say that I really had a nice time tonight and that if you want to still talk or something we can do that when I get back to Endeavors agency. I hope that nothing that I said or did tonight came off as weird. I really really like you and love spending time with you and I love doing all the stuff we do together. Touching you and being touched by you is not something I ever really imagined as a possibility so I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you."
Before he could second guess himself or alter the message, he sent it off into the world of cyberspace. Hopefully it had a good reception, then again, he'd sort of rambled a bit. Maybe too much. Oh well, try to get to back to Endeavors Agency, fret later, he reassured himself as he powered up with OFA and leapt into the air again.
He began going over the nights events in his mind as he continued on his way back to home base. Never in a million years would he have guessed that they would've run into so many of their classmates at the festival let alone Endeavor, Mirko, and Hawks. Then again, he wouldn't have guessed that he would spend the better part of the evening in the company of Ochako Uraraka…not to mention making out with her.
That thought made his stomach flutter with excitement at the memory but it was dampened by her wilting expression when he'd left. Was he just imagining things? Had her smile been its usual bright self? They'd ended things on a good note for the most part, though he'd declined her invitation to stay over with him.
Perhaps you shouldn't have said no…there's still time to rectify that, that same naughty voice from earlier suggested. He squashed it and pressed on. Leaving was the right thing to do. The way he was doing things was far more practical, logical…so why did he feel like he was missing out so much?
The Endeavor agency was within his sight now. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd not even realized how fast he'd been going or how close he'd gotten to his destination. How long had it been? Ten minutes? Fifteen?
He briefly considered how he'd enter the agency. He could always land and go in the front door or he could just find his room and go through the window…that might be slightly more complicated but it also might just be easier since he'd never have to touch down on the ground.
As he continued mulling over his entry, black whip latched onto a streetlamp that stood just outside the bounds of the agency and stopped on top of it briefly. He realized that his phone had buzzed a time or two on his journey from UA and was about to pull it out to see if it was Uraraka, but the sight of spikey blonde hair trudging up the footpath toward the agency caught his gaze. That was Kacchan!
Without thinking about it for more than a second, he leapt down and landed with a soft thud a few feet in front of his friend.
"Kacc—" he abruptly stopped as he took in his friend's hair. While still it's usual spikey style, it was divided into two sloppily pulled together ponytails, bound with bright red ribbons. How…odd. "Your hair—" Bakugo was suddenly in his face and glaring murder at him.
"What about my hair?" He snarled.
"Uh…nothing, it just uh, looks er, different than how I remember last seeing it!" Deku squeaked as he took a compulsory step away from the steaming boy.
Bakugo stepped out of Deku's personal space and folded his arms over his chest and frowned. "Aizawa's kid—your number one fan, the unicorn kid—wouldn't stop bugging me about it and her idiot chaperone fucktard quirkless Lemillion," he paused briefly, his expression softening just a hair, "—no offense—and Eraser did nothing to stop her so I had to let that pest do my fucking hair or she never woulda left me alone." He savagely ripped out the ribbons our of his hair and tossed it on the ground.
"You saw Eri!? I didn't even know she was at the festival! And Mr. Aizawa was there too?! And Lemillion!? Wow! When did you go see them? And what was going on with Mineta? Why did you pounce on—" Bakugo hissed and Deku immediately quieted. He knew him well enough to know when to shut up.
"God you're annoying, how does cheeks stand you? Then again, she's just as annoying as you are sometimes," he huffed in irritation before scowling and continuing, "Aizawa was there with the whole overrated big three—barf—and of course that mean's the horned kid tagged along since she's like attached at the hip to mister the glass if always half full. They…er, eh…crossed paths with me and we just left together—that's all. Not like we were all chummy with each other or playing fucking festival games or whatever."
Deku secretly wondered if it was only just crossing paths or if they had done some normal festival activities together too. He would've liked to of seen that, Bakugo interacting with sweet little Eri. He even let her do his hair which made Deku want to swoon at the sheer cuteness that Eri could evoke. She was such a great kid! However, that still left him with questions about Mineta.
"But what about Mineta? You kind of just exploded from the crowd and seemed to be really hard on him. Why do that?" Deku asked, not understanding why Bakugo had done what he'd done.
"I swear to fu—if you or cheeks had the slightest bit of self-awareness you would've realized that the little cretin was fucking following you and probably has been for fuck knows how long," Bakugo explained with narrowed eyes.
Following them? Deku recalled the short person he'd spotted in a trench coat and then later finding out that that had in fact been Mineta. "Huh."
"How can you be this dense and still be considered smart? Ever since that shit with racoon eyes and the stupid Pocky game I've been watching that little shit. I warned him after I became suspicious during that farce of a game to stop nosing into your business on pain of death. He wasn't doing anything too sus but then you mentioned the flower festival for pussies and that he'd told you about it which made me more suspicious. It's the only reason I wasted my time coming to this dumb fucking festival for tree huggers and crybabies," he paused to make a gagging sound as if to punctuate his disgust for such frivolity, "and when I spotted him—clearly following after you and round face, well I knew that he'd ignored my threat so I decided to make good on it."
"But why would Mineta want to spy on me or Och—er Uraraka?" Deku stuttered.
"First name basis, huh?" Bakugo clucked his tongue, though Deku couldn't tell if it was in approval or disapproval or simply a sound of acknowledgement. "And who fucking knows? To increase his library of masturbatory material? Because he's a voyeur in his spare time? Dunno and don't really care. I just know that it pissed me off that he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong so I decided to beat his ass."
"Oh…okay. Wait," Izuku paused briefly as a sudden warmth bloomed in his belly. Was Kacchan actually watching out for him? Was he like acting as a real wingman for him? Were they, were they actually going to be real friends and not frenemies?! "Kacchan were you look—" Deku started but the growling hiss Bakugo let out made the words freeze on his tongue.
"I was not looking out for you or her, just trying to make sure that you or round face don't get perved on. That is what I was doing," Bakugo snapped.
Best to leave it alone, Deku thought to himself as his phone buzzed again. He glanced down at his pocket having completely forgotten that it'd buzzed earlier. Was it a reminder message or a new message? Was it from Ochako?
"Why the fuck are you even here anyway? Shouldn't you be off like with cheeks or something?" Bakugo abruptly asked causing Deku to look up at him with panicky eyes. How did he know? Then again, he'd been there when they'd been holding hands at the festival, it was kind of obvious really…
"Wh-wh-what makes you think that?" He asked, his voice far too high to be overlooked.
Bakugo snorted. "Oh come on! It doesn't take a genius to put those puzzle pieces together. Clearly you two like each other, what with all those stupid pining looks you shoot at each other all day and then today at the festival? Duh, I don't think even someone as dense as icy hot wouldn't put that together. Gotta say though, I never thought either of you would ever piss and get off the pot and do anything about your feelings or whatever you call them. Thought you'd pussyfoot around the elephant in the room till you were old and gray!"
"Um…er," Deku stumbled unsure how to proceed.
"Oh quit your sweating dickhead, I don't give a fuck if you two are into each other or if you're even boning—ick, wish I hadn't imagined that; not enough bleach in the world to get rid of that image—but why bother to keep it a secret?" He stopped briefly as he took in Deku's blushing cheeks and wide-eyed stare. "What? You think that if people find out they're gonna like make you kiss in front of them to prove it? Or confess your love in some cliché rooftop scene? Pfft, don't be stupid. Nobody except for maybe short stuff cares that much," the ashen blonde said with narrowed eyes. He started to move past Deku and toward the agency but stopped again and looked back at Izuku. "But why are you here? I assume you could've stayed with her or something like that? Why not do that? Wouldn't that be a better deal than whatever else you do by yourself?"
How does he know?! Deku thought to himself in a panic. "Um, well, I don't think that'd be a very great idea you know since it's not allowed and we're like teenagers and uh, yeah."
Bakugo rolled his eyes in disgust or perhaps annoyance, Deku wasn't entirely sure. "You're telling me that you bailed on round face to come back to the fucking agency because it's against the rules? What are you five? Pfft…listen shit head, if you had the opportunity to go, I don't know, cuddle up to cheeks or some other stupid romantic bullshit and you bailed out on her because it's against the rules then you are a huge dumbass."
"But," Deku began but couldn't manage to continue. He wanted to say that he'd really really wanted to stay over with her but he was afraid of where that would lead.
"But nothing. Who knows when you'll get another opportunity to spend time with her let alone the night. Endeavor let you off tonight and fuck knows when you'll get to do that again and I'm not saying you should like take this chance to go plough the fields with her," he paused briefly to shudder, "ick, but if you have the chance to go be with her today go, do that. Just be ready to come back in the morning with your A game because I'll smoke your ass otherwise. Now," he paused again to shove his hands in his pockets, "beat it." Once he'd said that he trudged past Deku and into the agency.
Deku watched him leave and felt his stomach flutter with anticipation and excitement. Should he take Bakugo's advice and go be with Uraraka? Would she even still want him there? Did the invitation still stand? He pulled out his phone.
2116 "I had a really nice time too Deku and sorry if I came off too strongly. Definitely not what I was intending to do. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight!"
That message had been sent about ten minutes ago…was she still awake? Would she respond quickly if he sent her a message. Only one way to find out.
2127 "Hey Uraraka, are you still up? I was, well I just wanted to know if you were still up." He pressed the send button before he could even think about the message and then anxiously watched the message sit on 'delivered'. He regretfully remembered that Uraraka didn't have a smart phone so even if she did read the message, he'd not be able to see that and he'd not even get the dot dot dot indicator to show that she was composing a response.
Was it too late? Had he missed his chance…his phone suddenly buzzed and he eagerly looked down at the message.
2127 "I'm still awake, probably will be for a little while. Why?"
It was all he needed to see before he leapt into the sky, black whip shooting out to help propel him onward. She was still awake! If he hurried then he could get back to UA in about ten to fifteen minutes. He could do this; he could stay the night over with her without getting handsy or getting too lost in the moment. They could have a slumber party that didn't devolve into sexy times!
As he flew through the sky, sending out coils of black whip to speed his progress, he felt his phone buzz a time or two in his pocket. He almost stopped to check it but decided against it; he was far too eager to get to Uraraka. The more time away the more he felt like his opportunity might slip away from him…and he wanted to know why she hadn't fully smiled at him when he left.
A short while later he returned to UA and deftly got to Uraraka's balcony. The balcony was dark and quiet though he could see a thin strip of light poking out from the other side of the curtains. He moved forward to quietly knock on the glass door but paused briefly as he remembered his phone buzzing. Izuku carefully pulled it out of his pocket and opened up his messages, two of them, both from Uraraka.
2131 "Did you want to talk? I'm about to take hop into the bath so I probably won't respond for a little bit."
2135 "Okay, I'm headed to the bath."
He stared at the text messages, his eyes widening as he started to nonstop think about Uraraka in the bath. His mind wandered to what he knew the boys' communal showers looked like except he imagined Uraraka there, dressed in that same nagajuban that she'd been in earlier. He imagined her undoing the sash and dropping it into one of the little baskets for personal belongings. She was dressed in the same baby pink bra that he'd seen earlier except this time she had a matching pair of panties that she began sliding out of, revealing a milky white and sumptuous backside…
His phone suddenly clattered from his hand and loudly onto the concrete floor of Uraraka's balcony. Uh oh, he thought to himself nervously as he looked at his fallen phone. It had sounded painfully loud and he didn't think there was any way that one of Uraraka's neighbors couldn't have heard that clatter.
The curtain covering her sliding door suddenly opened, bathing him in light and temporarily blinding him. He started to shield his eyes just as he heard the glass door slide open and a soft gasp from Uraraka. A moment later and he felt himself being tugged by the collar of his vest and into her room.
He blinked in response to the bright light, slow to adjust, he heard her door rattle close and the curtains screech against the curtain rod. His eyes now adjusted, he turned to face her, a bashful smile on his face and the beginnings of an apology on his tongue and a crook in his spine as he prepared to bow but the words froze in place and his smile turned to wide eyes staring.
Uraraka was no longer wearing her kimono or the underrobe but now wore a loose-fitting white tee-shit that dipped down in a V-neck with a pair of what looked like lacey black boy short panties, barely visible under the oversized shirt. Her normally smooth and silky hair was damp from what he assumed was the bath that she'd probably just gotten out of. He though if he looked close enough he could see a few little pools of beaded water on her neck and collarbone, but that might've been his imagination.
"Deku! What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice soft, her expression surprised.
Izuku struggled to make his mouth move again. He was finding it extremely difficult considering that she was in a shirt that was far too large for her and with a neckline that gave him a great view of her cleavage, not to mention the saucy panties she was wearing. Move mouth and make brain think and speak!
"I er, well, I, I…decided that I wanted to that is, take…you up on your offer," he bumbled, feeling like he could barely string that poor excuse for a sentence together.
Surprise colored Uraraka's face. "But…but you said that it wasn't a good idea." She crossed her arms over her chest, giving him an excellent view of her breasts squeezing together. He felt his pants tighten and the inevitable heat that flowed into his cheeks as a result.
Behind her surprised face he thought he saw something else, a similar hesitation or tightness to her eyes that reminded him of the lackluster smile she'd given him when he'd initially left. What are you thinking, he thought to himself before responding.
"I know, and yeah, I did say that, but, well, I kept thinking about the smile you gave me when I left and uh," he stopped, struggling with what to say next. He didn't want to say, 'oh I ran into Kacchan and he made a really good argument and I decided that yeah, I should come spend time with you,' but he wasn't sure what else to say. How to explain it? Even before he'd run into Bakugo, he'd been uncomfortable with their parting. It was the main reason why he'd sent her that long and rambling text in the first place. "I kept thinking about your face…you didn't look happy, I mean not sad, but not like you normally look and I couldn't get it out of my head."
What are you thinking? I don't think that smile was genuine. What are you thinking? What did you want to happen? He thought to himself and unconsciously moved closer to her.
"No, no, I was fine. I think I was just a little surprised is all, it was awfully forward of me to suggest it in the first place and I feel kinda bad about that," Uraraka explained her voice containing a slight tremble, the only real indicator of anxiety. She smiled too, but again, Izuku felt it lacked its usual shine. What are you thinking, I want to know. I want to know your feelings; I want to know all of them.
Even if they weren't romantic with each other, he'd still want to know them. She was important to him and sometimes he got the distinct impression that Uraraka was prone to suppressing her true feelings or blocking out anything other than a projected image of happiness. That wasn't an image that was sustainable though, eventually she'd crack from that kind of strain. Projection worked only if you had someone you could vent your true self to and he feared that if she found an emotion, feeling, or need too overwhelming she'd try to block it and take it on and keep it to herself. He wanted to see them—the messy and ugly feelings included—he wanted to see all of her. He had no doubt that she would want the same and knew for a fact that she'd never back down from the enormity that the suffering of others could bring; she'd embrace it and try to help make it better. So, why shouldn't he try to make sure that she had that outlet; that he could be that outlet? Show me what you truly feel, he thought to himself as she faced him.
"Tell me what you were feeling."
Uraraka stared at him, her brow knitting together with an unknown emotion. "I…I don't know…I guess maybe a little disappointment? We'd just had this really intense make out session that was er, really nice and then you decided to leave and that was probably a good idea considering that we were like well on our way to third base…but then when you started to get up and head out I just kind of thought maybe you'd want to stay, stay with me. We wouldn't have to kiss or even touch, we could just be together, I guess. There's something strangely comforting about sleeping next to someone and I guess I wanted that…but then you said no and I just felt kind of…deflated and a little sad and maybe a little silly for suggesting it…insecure I guess," her eyes lowered to the ground as one of her arms began tugging at the hemline of her shirt.
Deku closed the distance between them and took hold of both her hands and brought them up to his chest and pointedly looked at her. "It was really really hard for me to say no and the only reason I did say no was because I was afraid that I…that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. I thought if I stayed there'd be no way that I could resist touching your or kissing your or pushing things even further than they'd already gone," he paused briefly to lower his eyes in embarrassment as more warmth flooded his cheeks, "and I didn't want to become so caught up in the moment with you that I end up going someplace like third base without talking about it first—I want to do that stuff but I kind of want to wait a little bit before going that far…I just want to take it slow and I felt like if I stayed I'd risk making things go beyond second base or that my excitement would make you feel pressured and you'd kind of just, I don't know, I guess acquiesce and you'd not actually want stuff to progress. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize what we have because it's really important to me."
Ochako raised her eyes from the floor and up to his face. He shot a tentative glance in her direction and got caught in the gravitational pull that was her gaze. "So what changed your mind?"
A friend who was looking out for me told me to not take such an invitation for granted, he thought to himself before responding. "I wanted to see you smile again, a real smile and…well, I wanted to stay the night with you." He lowered his forehead against hers. The scent of her skin and hair wafted to him; it practically surrounded him, apparently having become quite potent since she'd had a bath. It made his head feel fuzzy and seemed to blur the edges of the room.
"What about Endeavor's agency?" She asked quietly.
"I'll just leave early in the morning and get there before we're expected to head out for the day," he explained in a soft, dulcet tone.
Uraraka was silent in response but she seemed completely at ease there, resting against him. They weren't touching aside from their foreheads which gently rested against one another. Izuku felt like he was slowly being consumed by her scent. It seemed to be everywhere and he wasn't sure how much longer he could be exposed to it before it drove him wild and he pounced on her.
He felt Uraraka's hand come up and rest on his shoulder. Were they about to cross the threshold of hot and heavy again? Should he stop it?
"Okay…let's brush our teeth and go to bed," she suggested and stepped away from him.
That was…unexpected, he thought to himself as he took in her playful smile and couldn't help but smile himself. Ochako took his hand and led him to toward her bathroom. Wait…but he didn't have a toothbrush, what was he supposed to brush his teeth with? Wait, unless…unless she intended to share her toothbrush with him!
"Oh, but Ochako, I, I don't have my toothbrush," he explained, his stomach flipflopping at the possibility of sharing her toothbrush. Was that gross or was that a sign that they were super intimate?
"It's okay, I have a spare," she explained as she slid open the door to her tiny bathroom.
Oh, well that was a bit of a letdown, he thought to himself as he followed her into the bathroom. He stood practically crammed into the toilet, as Ochako opened up the mirror cabinet and rifled through it until she procured an unopened disposable toothbrush.
"Here you go," she said with a smile and handed the package to him.
"Thanks," he said softly as he took the toothbrush from her.
As Deku began to open the package, he took in Ochako's bathroom. It was relatively plain with only a bland white towel hung on the towel rack. Her sink was spartan aside from a ceramic cup with a squishy looking cat figure painted on it that held a pale pink disposable toothbrush in it. There was a small clear rubbish bin by the side of her toilet. Just like all the UA dorm rooms, there was a small open Japanese style shower crammed next to the toilet. A run of the mill white stool and bucket sat neatly on the tiled floor. Deku glanced up from the shower to the small built in shower shelf on the wall that held an assortment of different shampoos, conditioners, and body washes. He thought he could make out a few floral designs on the bottles. The cabinet under her sink was closed and neat in appearance. He felt an overwhelming curiosity to open the cupboard doors and peek inside but resisted the compulsion.
Once his new toothbrush was out of its package he held it awkwardly in his hand. When was the last time he'd used a disposable toothbrush? Honestly…he couldn't remember. As a young child, his mother had gotten him a fancy electronic toothbrush that was All Might themed that lit up and made noises since that seemed to be the only way she could get him to reliably brush his teeth. Since then, he'd never used another disposable toothbrush and had had some more modern version of that same kind of All Might themed electronic toothbrush throughout his life.
He looked up from the toothbrush and at Uraraka who had taken the pale pink toothbrush from the ceramic cup on the sink and was vigorously brushing her teeth. There was a tube of some sort of minty toothpaste left on her sink counter, the cap resting by its side. I guess she left that out for me, he thought to himself and reached out to grab the tube.
A glob of white sludge gooped onto the toothbrush and Izuku caught the vague whiff of peppermint emanating from the brush. He twisted the cap onto the tube and gently placed it back on the counter as he began brushing his teeth.
A sharp minty flavor blasted into life on his tastebuds that instantly cleared any congestion he might've had and almost brought a tear to his eye. How did Uraraka use this stuff? It was so minty that it almost hurt. He cast a doubtful glance in her direction and saw her bent over her sink, rinsing out her mouth. She was already done?! When had she gotten done? You were supposed to brush your teeth for a full two minutes…had that much time already passed?
Uraraka deposited her pink toothbrush into the cup and then faced him and smiled. "I'll be just outside—oh, you can uh, probably…er, um, you can just leave that toothbrush in the cup in case you, well, in case you know, you like stay with me again sometime." Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were directed at the floor as she gave a nervous laugh and then fled the bathroom.
Izuku watched her leave, no longer actively brushing his teeth, the toothbrush barely held in place in his cheek, toothpaste pooling in his mouth and threatening to spill out and down his chin.
"Just leave that toothbrush in the cup in case, well, in case you know, you like stay with me again sometime…" The sentence echoed in his head on repeat. She wants me to stay over again sometime? Really!? REALLY!? I can like use her really strong toothpaste again and leave this toothbrush in her bathroom cup right next to her brush so I can use it again?! Wow!
Toothpaste started to dribble down his chin then, pulling him back to reality and he hurriedly finished brushing his teeth. He was super eager to get out of the cramped little bathroom and into Uraraka's room with her…and…into her bed…
Into her bed…
Okay…maybe he'd suggest that he sleep on the floor or something, just to be a gentleman, though he doubted that she expected him to make such an offer. This sleepover they were having certainly didn't feel like a scenario where that was expected. Wait…what was he supposed to wear to bed? What did he normally wear? A random tee shirt and gym shorts or his boxers.
As he rinsed his mouth of the sharp minty toothpaste his gaze drifted back toward her shower. Should he shower before going to bed with her? She had clearly had a bath earlier so shouldn't he try to be as neat and clean as she was? But…he didn't have any clean underwear to put on, though that would be easily reconciled by popping over to his own dorm room and just grabbing clean clothes. Would that be a weird thing to do?
Okay, don't think so much about it. It isn't that big of a deal. You'll just finish up here in the bathroom and go out there and…and…change into your underwear, that's all, yeah, that's okay, or should be…but wait, what underwear am I wearing today? He nervously tugged back along the waistband to his jeans and realized with some alarm that he had a pair of All Might themed boxer briefs one with All Might's face plastered across the crotch of the briefs. Well…she already knew I was a fanboy so maybe she won't be surprised…He took a deep breath, gave himself a brief reassuring look in the bathroom mirror and then slid the tiny bathroom door open.
As Izuku stepped out of the bathroom and back into Ochako's room he realized the lighting was no longer painfully bright. Apparently while he'd been finishing up his teeth, she had turned off the main overhead light and turned on just a soft bedside light that cast the room in a warm glow. Mood lighting, he thought to himself nervously as he cast a nervous glance across her room before his gaze finally found her. She was sitting in her bed, her legs hidden beneath the covers, the oversized tee shirt gaping slightly at the middle.
His gaze got stuck on her chest and try as he might he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her glorious breasts. As he stared, he suddenly realized that Ochako…was not wearing a bra. Wait. When had that happened?! She'd most definitely had one on then they'd been making out earlier and then she'd had her bath and…and…wait, had she not had a bra on this entire time since he'd come back?! How had he not noticed that?! And why on earth was that so hot?!
"Deku…" Uraraka's timid voice managed to break him out of his leering and he squeezed his eyes shut. She probably thinks I'm like a super perv or something, he thought to himself miserably.
"Uh, Ura-ra—er, Ochako—I, I don't have er, jammies, I mean, pajamas, or well, anything to sleep in…is it okay if I, if, I, uh, er, ehm, wear like just my underwear and I guess," his voice trailed off as he remembered that under his puffer vest he was wearing a heavier long sleeved shirt with nothing beneath it that would be sufficient for bedtime. "…my shirt I guess?" He kept his eyes squeezed shut as he spoke, feeling a wild heat settle into his cheeks. This was so awkward, why did it have to be so awkward? Did she feel awkward? And why did he have a chub?! Why did that have to be now?! Back off teenage hormones, you aren't welcome here!
"That's fine but I think you might get kind of hot, oh wait!" He heard the sound of her bed creak and the sound of rapid but soft footfalls across the room. Deku nervously peeked open an eye and looked from the bed to her dresser where she was rifling through one of the drawers.
"What are—" he stopped as she suddenly pulled out a very large yellow tee shirt with a faded scene depicting the monkey from Curious George playing on a swing set. She closed the drawer and turned to face him, holding the shirt out to him.
"Here, it, well, it was my dad's, he used to wear it when I was little but when it started to fade and the fabric grew thin, he decided to throw it away but I took it and wore it even though it's way too big for me. You can wear it to bed," she explained, her cheeks turning ever so slightly rosy as she relayed the shirt's history to him.
"A-are you sure? It must mean a lot to you if it was your dads and you held onto it after he decided to get rid of it," Deku said softly as he reached out to touch the offered shirt. It was very soft but he could tell that it was nearly threadbare. This was a shirt that had been well loved and long used and she was offering it to him.
"Yeah, you can just give it back to me tomorrow or if you wanted, you can take it to Endeavor's agency with you and bring it back to me later," she paused briefly to smile shyly at him, "we'll see each other again come Monday."
"Yeah," Izuku agreed, his voice soft and reflective. "If you're sure…"
"I'm sure," she reassured him and moved back over to her bed to climb under the covers.
Izuku stared down at the offered shirt and felt his heart ache with a flood of adoration. She's so sweet and kind. I'll take the best care of this shirt while I have it, he thought to himself, struggling to not shed a tear at her generosity.
Once he'd managed to prevent himself from crying, he looked over to Ochako where she was patiently waiting for him in the bed. Right, he thought to himself as he slowly began shedding his winter vest. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he struggled to shimmy out of the armholes. Knowing she was just on the other side of the room watching him made him equal parts excited and nervous.
As his fingers shakily began fidgeting with the buckle of his belt, he felt like he could feel Ochako's gaze drilling holes into him. Izuku's trembling fingers slipped off his belt buckle as he tried to unlatch it. Just relax and take it off already, an annoyed inner voice demanded. Relax. Relax. Relax, he chanted inwardly.
He continued to struggle with the belt for what felt like eons and eventually just turned around so his back now faced Uraraka. That made him breathe a little easier, but only marginally. He was finally able to unbuckle his belt and slide it through the belt loops on his jeans. However, his palms had become so sweaty that once it was free from his pants he lost his hold on it and it clattered to the ground. Deku bit his lip in frustration and shuddered at its loud clattering on the floor.
"Er, sorry," he mumbled and awkwardly bend down to pick it up. Once it was in hand, he gently placed it onto Ochako's nearby desk. Okay…now just take your shirt and pants off, that's all that's left and those aren't difficult articles of clothing to remove…
Izuku's fingers fumbled with the button and fly on his jeans. His hands felt like they were wrapped in thick bandages and incapable of completing fine motor tasks. Fine, do the pants last, just take your shirt off now and put on the one she gave me, he thought to himself as he began the familiar process of pulling his shirt over his head. This went smoothly until he somehow managed to get one of his arms stuck and took a full minute before he could free himself.
With the shirt finally off, Deku exchanged it for the loaned yellow shirt. He felt like his hands were so sweaty that they'd leave wet marks when he touched the thin fabric but was relieved to see no such imprints. As he slid the shirt over his head, he realized that the shirt was big even for him and could only wonder how Uraraka had worn it without it looking like some sort of strange shirt dress. Once it was over his head however, he realized that the neck hole gaped badly and thought that while Uraraka as a child might've been able to wear this without cause for alarm but now…well now she might as well be topless if she wore this shirt. He briefly entertained the idea of Uraraka in this same shirt with its wide and gaping collar falling down to the lowest parts of her breasts but had to immediately banish such a thought because it served only to make him more flustered.
Deku returned to his pants. His fingers and hands still felt horribly damp and clunky to use. He again struggled with the button and zipper on his pants. Dammit, just unbutton and unzip already! He thought to himself in frustration when finally, blissfully, the fly came down and the button unbuttoned. Releasing the tiniest of sighs of relief, Izuku shimmied out of his pants but of course, not before tripping on one of his pant legs and falling over with a thud.
"Ouch!" He huffed quietly just as he heard Ochako's bedsprings screech with rapid movement. A moment later and he could feel the warmth of her hand on his shoulder. He'd managed to land onto all fours, with his pants caught around one knee.
"Are you okay?" He could feel the puff of her breath on his cheek as she spoke and whirled his head in the direction her voice had come from and was shocked to see how close she was to him. Her concerned face was mere inches from his face, her hand resting on his shoulder as she knelt on her knees to be at his level.
Even more surprising than her close proximity to him was the fact that at the angle she was currently in, he could see really well down her shirt. If he'd had any doubts previously that she wasn't wearing a bra, he most definitely did not now. While he couldn't make out the entirety of a naked breast, he could see much more of her breasts than he'd been able to see when she'd been clad only in her bra. If he'd been someone like Mineta he would've taken advantage of this position and leaned forward to take a closer look but he was thankfully nothing like their classmate.
"Y-yeah, just tripped…sorry," his voice was hushed and he quickly turned his gaze away from her so that he didn't catch an unsolicited glimpse. Sure he wanted to look but he really only wanted to look if she was showing him, not just because he happened to get lucky enough to catch a glimpse.
"It's okay. I'll help you," her voice was soft, supportive.
He felt her move down toward his legs and gently assisted with pulling his pants the rest of the way off. Izuku knew that his cheeks must've been the reddest of red as she freed him from his pants and quietly moved over to the desk to where he'd discarded the rest of his clothes. There was something really…intimate…about her helping him take his clothes off, not in a romantic way necessarily and not in a friendly way…but more so in a loving way, the way his mother might've done; the way someone who cared deeply for him would.
Once he was completely freed of his pants and Uraraka was putting his pants onto her desk, he slowly moved from his position of all fours to standing. He looked down at himself and at the large yellow shirt that he was practically swimming in. Just how big was Uraraka's dad? While it only reached to his hips it would've reached well past Uraraka's backsides. The length wasn't really all that surprising, more so the craterous neck hole was. How'd it get that big?
"Uh, Ochako…just how big is your dad? The neck hole on this shirt is like really big," Deku asked, still marveling at the size of it.
Ochako turned back to face Izuku, a light blush dotting her cheeks. "Oh, that's uh, because he used to carry me under his shirt when I was a baby and a little kid. It was kind of like a kangaroo pouch, I guess. Eventually I got too big for that though and having to share the collar with me kind of stretched it to its limits."
"Oh," he replied quietly while inwardly feeling like he might die from cuteness overload. Uraraka used to be carried under her dad's shirt koala or kangaroo style? He could almost imagine a tiny toddler Uraraka cradled under her father's shirt, her small adorable head poking out from the neck hole. Too cute!
While Deku was caught up in his imaginings of a baby Uraraka, Ochako moved away from her desk to stand in front of him. "Can…can I ask a favor?" Her voice was quiet, so much so it was almost inaudible.
"Uh, sure?" He replied, his voice rising slightly as he took in her close proximity. What did she have in mind? He both hoped and feared that it might involve something like kissing. If I start kissing you again, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop, he thought to himself nervously.
"I…I want to just er, look at you, and to…touch you—not like in a sexy way," her words rushed out in a flurry on that last part when Deku gave her a surprised and red faced expression. "I-I well, I just want to like touch your face and hands. I'm not trying to like make things go too far or like, er, get into your pants," Uraraka's cheeks turned bright red and she lowered her eyes.
She just wants to touch me? But like not in a sexy way…I guess…I guess that shouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe she just wants to look at my scars? As long as she doesn't like start kissing me, I think I should be okay, he thought to himself nervously. In truth, he wasn't entirely certain that even if she just innocently started to trace any of the scars over his hands and arms that he wouldn't be at full mast in a matter of seconds.
"O-o-okay, yeah," he quietly agreed.
"If it's like too much or you don't like it, just tell me, okay?" She cautioned and took a step closer to him. The distance between them now less than an arm's length.
Izuku felt his stomach knot with a strange mixture of anticipation and anxiety. That same anxiety mounted to even greater levels as he watched her reach out with a trembling hand toward his face. He unconsciously started to hold his breath just as her hand settled on his jawline. It rested there for a moment, unmoving and feather soft before moving along the length of his jaw in the softest of caresses he'd ever felt before. Without even realizing it, he exhaled the breath that he'd been holding and felt himself start to melt into her touch.
Ochako's other hand moved into his hair, her fingertips gently brushing over his scalp before running fully through his unruly hair. He saw the hint of a smile begin to tug at the corner of her mouth but became distracted when the hand on his jaw dropped down along his throat where it skittered lightly past his pulse point before settling on the flare of his collarbone. She ran a single finger along the prominence until she reached the juncture of shoulder socket and clavicle where she stopped. He felt her pause at his shoulder for just a few seconds before dropping her hand down along the length of his arm and to his hand.
The hand that had been delicately moving through his hair, began to follow a similar path as her other hand had but paused at the bicep and the black compression sleeve he wore over the old injury. He wondered what she would do when she abruptly moved forward and gave the softest of kisses to the old wound. Izuku felt his cheeks burn red while at the same time felt like his chest might explode from the sheer adoration he was feeling.
Uraraka moved back from Izuku's arm and finished running the length of his arm with her hand. When she at last reached his hand, she brought it up toward her face, her eyes downcast, looking over the scars that littered the skin. She traced the outline of one of his nastier scars with the tip of her finger before she brought it up closer to her mouth and delicately pressed her lips to it in a kiss.
She's an angel, he thought to himself as he watched her move his hand away from her face and begin to entwine her fingers with him. He wasn't sure if he was more filled with love at that moment or horniness; it was a true toss-up.
As he watched her, he wondered how she was so calm and seemed so relaxed. He felt like his heart was going to hammer out of his chest and like his loins were on fire—he was immensely relieved that she hadn't looked down there or tried to touch down there, if she did, he'd definitely explode! Aside from the tremble he'd seen in her hand when she'd first started touching him, she seemed totally cool and relaxed. He felt like if their roles were reversed, he'd be freaking out, like really freaking out.
A soft glow of pink suddenly flared, cutting through the delicate mood lighting. What? He thought to himself in confusion as Ochako suddenly ripped her hand away from him. A sensation of weightlessness suddenly washed over him as he realized that she'd inadvertently activated her quirk; the first real indicator of the fact that she apparently was nervous or at least excitable enough to accidentally make him weightless. Barely a split second later and her fingers were pushed together and he was weighted again. He didn't think he'd even started to lift off the floor.
"Sorry, guess, I just got a little excited…" her voice trailed off and she looked away in embarrassment.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Izuku reached back out toward her and laced his fingers with hers. He repeated this action with her other hand, briefly stretching out their entwined hands before bringing them up toward his chest and stepping closer to her. Fingers and hands woven together, he gently pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, savoring the closeness.
"No need to be sorry," he said in a whisper as he raised his face just enough to brush his lips gently across her forehead. Deku felt Ochako release a sigh and lean into him.
They stood like that for a little while longer before finally parting. Ochako stepped away from him and nodded toward her bed. "Are you ready to go to sleep?"
If sleep is all we're going to do, then yes, he thought to himself anxiously. "Y-yes." He watched nervously as Ochako gave a little nod and then headed toward her bed where she climbed in and scooted closest to the wall. She looked over at him and pulled the blanket back and patted the spot beside her.
Izuku stepped forward toward the bed.