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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Uraraka_Ochako
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Uraraka_Ochako, Kaminari_Denki, Jirou_Kyouka, Hagakure
      Tooru, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Shuuzenji_Chiyo_|_Recovery_Girl
  Additional Tags:
      Dating, Teenagers, Teen_Romance, Horny_Teenagers, Teenage_Dorks, Kissing,
      Making_Out, Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex,
      First_Time, First_Love, Foreplay, Secret_Relationship, Sex_Positive
  Series:
      Part 4 of Falling_in_Love_with_You_(Forever_and_Ever)
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-26 Words: 6564
****** How Could I Ever Do Anything but Love You? ******
by LadyArinn
Summary
     They grow closer, like gravity pulling them into each other's orbits.
Notes
     I've had a version of this finished for a while, but I was never
     completely happy with it, but I finally completed it! So, here you
     go. The end of my cutesy sex positive foray into the BNHA fandom.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
There’s a certain giddiness to every interaction after that night in Ochako’s
room, and it’s a wonder no one else notices. Their hands are constantly
brushing, teasing little touches whenever they stand next to one another in the
presence of their friends. They constantly bump into each other, a weird way of
being able to touch each other, blushing as they stumbled over half formed
apologies, their friends watching on with exasperated fondness, just waiting
for them to both get it together and finally admit their feelings for one
another.
They find little alcoves and hidden spots to catch a few kisses and sweetly
whispered words, trying to keep the kisses light and their hands still but it
was so, so hard. And no one even seemed to notice anyways.
It became a pretty regular thing for them to sneak into the other’s room at
night, sometimes just to talk or study, sometimes to fall into bed and explore
each other even further. They would guide the other tentatively on what they
knew they liked, hands threaded together as touches were led over self made
trails. And they learned themselves as well, muffling gasps and small cries as
discoveries were made and adventures were had.
It also became regular to stay just a bit too long, falling asleep wrapped
around one another and having to skillfully find a way to make sure none of
their classmates noticed anything going on. It almost became like a training
exercise, sneaking out of the other’s room in the mornings while everyone
stumbled around getting ready, staying hidden as best they could.
They were high off the rush of it, the pleasant feelings and sheer joy that
came with what was forming between them.
Of course, it all had to be end somehow.
They were pulled out of training in the gym one morning by Aizawa, who gruffly
told his class that they had a mandatory health class, which he had previously
not told them about. Everyone sat in their seats, still in their training gear,
confused and unsure about what was going on as they watched Recovery Girl
shuffle into the room.
Their teacher stood before his desk and looked down at them, the look in his
eyes stern and unnerving as they waited for him to speak, eyes flicking between
the two heroes.  “During the first year of our dorms, several students got in
trouble for… Visiting one another’s room, but none of us are here to police a
bunch of teenagers’ love lives. Which is why the,” The teacher grimaced now,
showing his own discomfort with the topic, “Sexual education classes have
become much more in depth.”
Immediately, everyone groaned, sinking into desks and whining as they all
became very, very uncomfortable.
He stared the mortified teens down, frowning disapprovingly as they sunk down
beneath the weight of his glare. “You are both going to sit through this class
and if you bring your relationships into the classroom it will be instant
detention. Am I understood?” He questioned. His students quickly and almost
violently nodded.
“Good.”
And so the next hour went, the little old lady going over in detail and with
plenty of pictures exactly what they could expect from sex, any diseases, and
potential pregnancies.
There were a lot of pictures, each worse than the last.
They were let out after about an hour with pamphlets and instructions to come
back to her with any questions, and the teens could barely make it down the
hall before collapsing from the horror of what had just unfolded.
“That was  mortifying .” Ochako squealed, burying her face into her hands.
Izuku made a sound between an agreement and a scream, eyes wide and face so red
he looked like he was about to explode. “I just… Ah!” She shivered, making a
few sounds of disgust as she remembered the slideshow in all of its vivid
detail.
“If anyone touches me I with  throw up , I swear.” Toru spits out, and several
people groan in agreement.
“We need to… Go put all of this in our rooms.” Iida haltingly said, more than a
little thrown off by what had just happened. They had a few more minutes before
classes started up again so they took the opportunity to quickly hide
everything in their rooms, careful not to get too close to one another as they
ran to their rooms taking a moment once they were alone to freak out a little
bit.
For the rest of the day Ochako and Izuku were more distant with each other than
they had been in months, careful not to even stand too close to one another or
be left alone in the same room together.
That night they both went to bed feeling miserable and uncomfortable.
Ochako couldn’t seem to fall asleep, lying there remembering the awkwardness of
the day and how she and Izuku couldn’t even seem to look at one another now.
She worried it would continue, that for some reason now this would be where she
was stuck, unable to even look at her boyfriend because sure, they’d been fine
as they were, they’d been happy, but having  this  shoved into their faces...
She rolled over onto her side with a sigh and through the light coming through
her curtains she could see the peek of a corner of one of her pamphlets peeking
out of the desk drawer she had sloppily shoved them into.
A weird curiosity overtook her, fueled by uncertainties and lack of sleep, and
she found herself pulling all of the papers out and going over them, forehead
scrunched up as she looked them over.
Everything was clinical, which helped, and there were things explained that
she’d had some questions on, sure. But, recently in her head  sex had become
inevitable and more than a little anticipated as they had become closer and
closer. But they’d been racing toward everything in their relationship with
little mind to anything else, and maybe they  should  take a breath. Maybe they
should talk it over.
She takes a deep breath and as quietly as possible opens her window, slipping
out and keeping it open just a crack, taking a deep breath as she jumped up,
becoming weightless with a thought, keeping a hand on the building to guide her
as she floated up to his window, tapping lightly on the glass and hoping that
she wasn’t waking him up.
He came to the window in a too big hoodie and sweatpants that looked incredibly
comfortable, hair a little more messy than usual, a little nervous as he could
barely meet her eyes.
“Hey.” She whispered, and a small smile quirked his lips.
“Hey.” He whispered back, stepping  away to let her in. They stood there for a
moment, awkward in a way they haven’t been with each other in a while.
“I think we should talk… About stuff.” Ochako muttered, shyly peering up at
him.
“Y-Yeah.” He agreed, turning and fumbling with the pamphlets that were laid out
in an unorganized pile on his messy bed, so he had obviously been doing the
same thing as she had been doing.
“We’ve never…” She hesitated, sitting on the edge of the bed, toying with the
edge of a pamphlet about birth control. “We’ve never really talked about what
we’re doing.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, sitting beside her, though a little farther away
than he usually did.
“We’ve been dating for over half a year now and we haven’t even told any of our
friends. Are we going to?”
Izuku laughed a little, somewhat strained. “It’s been really funny keeping it
hidden from them, kind of like a game, but now… They’re probably going to be
pretty mad at us for keeping it from them for so long, right?”
“Probably.” She agreed, wincing a bit at the thought.
“But there’s still a part of me that likes that this is just between us. I
think that if we tell them we’ll have less time together and that they’ll
expect stuff from us. I don’t want that to happen.” He muttered, blushing. She
couldn’t help her fond smile.
“I agree. But I still think that we should let everyone know. I don’t think we
really need to hide, you know?” She prompted, and he nodded. “And then, um,”
She flushed, feeling herself start to get a little overwhelmed but she tried
her best to control it, focusing on staying grounded. “Sex.” she finally
blurted out, and they both went a deep red at the topic change.
“Yep.” Izuku squeaked, voice strangled by embarrassment.
“We’ve, ah, gotten close.”
“Yep. ”
“Do you… Are we comfortable? With that? Together?” She asked, and there was a
few beats of thick and uncomfortable silence before Izuku managed to nod.
“I think…” He squeaked, voice a few octaves higher than usual, “ I know , that
you make me happy. Really happy. It’s fun, being with you, and I really really
like you. I… I have this future I imagine.” He says, tone turning a bit urgent
and excited now that he knew what to say, turning more fully towards her, “I
always have. It’s where I’m a hero that everyone can depend on and one who
brings joy and safety to everyone under my protection. And then… I’ve never
really imagined anything past that, but then…  You. ”
His tone is almost reverent and she flushes, joy soaring through her veins in a
way that was nearly painful with how amazing it felt.
“Over the past few months we’ve been together I’ve realised I only ever thought
about being a hero and I’d never really been seeing anything about other parts
of my life but now…” He hesitated, a small smile curling his lips as he peeked
over at her, “When I think about it I always see you. Now you’re there, saving
people and making the world a better place and then we’re just… Together. And I
really want that.”
“I do too.” She whispered, smiling so big it made her face hurt, and their kiss
felt good and right and perfect, sweet and brief.
They pulled back and Ochako stared at him a moment, taking in the nervous quirk
of his lips and the happy shine in his eyes and the way she felt, in this
moment, so full of joy that the future only seemed like a happy beacon calling
out to her. Loving him, in this moment, felt like the beautiful inevitably she
had been racing toward.
“I want to have my first time with you.” She told him quietly, linking their
hands together.
“Me too.” He told her, wrapping her up in a big, tight hug that made everything
feel right.
 
===============================================================================
 
They plan carefully, both wanting so much to come of this, both wanting it to
be as perfect as they could make it.
They both made excuses one weekend, Izuku saying he was going to visit his
mother, Ochako saying that she was going to spend time with a friend and stay
the night at her apartment. They’d booked a hotel room for the night, something
small and simple, with good reviews and they they could both afford. They
hadn’t wanted a love hotel, the entire concept and thought embarrassing. They’d
wanted everything with this to be simple and pleasant and  good .
They fumble through check in, the desk clerk giving the both of them
exasperated looks, obviously knowing what they were up to. They stand exactly
two feet apart as they ride the elevator, small travel bags held tight in their
nervous hands, neither of them even able to look directly at the other.
The room, when they enter it, is small, a neat double bed with white sheets and
a white comforter tucked up against the wall, a small bathroom connected with
all of the necessities. The curtains on the window were opened to reveal the
side of the building next to them and Ochako hurried over to close them, taking
a moment to press her hand to her furiously beating heart in an effort to calm
it.
“T-The room is nice.” Izuku stutters out, looking wildly around for a
distraction. “Um, I wonder what channels the TV has!” He asked as he hurried
over to the guide the hotel had provided, “They usually have some pretty good
ones, so-”
He’s cut off by the gentle touch of Ochako’s hand on his shoulder, turning him
around to face him, something about the look in her eyes taking his breath away
as she cupped his face in her hands, careful of her fingertips.
“I want this.” She murmured, bringing their faces close together, “I’m nervous,
but I do.” She admitted, shaking a little.
“I do too.” He whispered back, their breath mingling intimately between their
close lips, eyes meeting in the most direct and open way they ever had. Their
mouths meet and it’s slow, lips brushing tenderly long moments before they open
to admit timid tongues that explore like it’s the first time all over again.
Their hands are slow to move, pushing jackets off shoulders to fall down to the
ground, forgotten for the moment as they move slowly toward the bed. Shoes are
kicked off without a thought as they move, and when they finally pull back to
catch their breath it’s with Ochako laid out on the bed and Izuku held above
her, arms on either side of her head and knees pressing into her hips.
She pushes him back far enough to slip her shirt up and over her head, dropping
it off the side of the bed and watching with shuddering breath as he hurried to
do the same.
They take in the sight of each other and were mystified.
Ochako was laying back, hair flared out on the pillow around her head like a
halo, lips pink and eyes lovely as she drank him in, her chest moving quickly
as she struggled to recapture her breath. Her bra was a pretty pink thing that
lifted her breast like an offering, the small jeweled bow between the cups
flashing at him as her chest moved. She wasn’t as ripped as some girls in their
school, but the muscles of her stomach showed strongly, the fat at her hips
soft and inviting, and her arms we nearly as defined as his own. He had to gasp
desperately for breath in an effort to get himself back under control.
Ochako was having a similar problem as she took in the way his abs clenched at
their position, his well sculpted chest calling out to her lips and hands like
a siren’s song. His hair was a mess, as it always was, but something about it
in this moment made her want to run her fingers through it, to see his eyes go
heavy in that sweet sort of pleasure like they always did when she played with
his hair.
She wanted to run her nails down his chest and back to watch him shiver in the
way she had discovered he could do, wanted to turn them over and lay atop him,
keeping all of him trapped here with her selfishly forever.
Instead she reached for the button of his jeans, flushing when he looked at her
with wide eyes.
“We don’t exactly  need  pants.” She muttered, and he made a strangled noise of
agreement, staying still to let her slowly fumble her way through the buttons
and zipper of the garment. When she finally shoved them down he rolled away
from her only long enough to kick the pants off and away, returning to their
previous position before she could even begin to think about missing him over
her.
Her mouth went dry as she took in the sight of him in only his black boxer
briefs, his thick, strong legs revealed to her. She could see the bulge of him
within and could tell he wasn’t fully hard yet, but was getting there. She was
just reaching out to touch him, to run her palms down his chest and sides to
feel  him, when Izuku reached out to tentatively undo her own pants.
It took a moment longer to peel these off than his since they were a bit more
form fitting, but for some reason that made it all the better as he slowly
peeled her jeans down her legs, revealing the pretty pink lace panties she was
wearing, a shade that didn’t quite match her bra, and the pale and delicious
thickness of her thighs and then her defined calves, all the way down to her
feet where she had painted her toenails a faint sparkly color.
It all made him ache and want to  devour . He wondered, in that moment, how he
could have ever wanted anything other than the girl beneath him. Food, sleep,
water, it all seemed like such a stupid notion when compared to her in this
moment.
He carefully cups her waist, running his hands over her soft skin as she began
to do the same, and the soft plane of her stomach called enticingly to him, so
he leaned down to begin brushing kisses over her there, feeling the strong
muscles jump at that first touch.
She sighs beneath him as he explores, running her fingers through his hair and
over his shoulders as he slowly moved up, pausing as he ran into her bra.
Since they almost always met up at night in one another’s rooms, she’d rarely
worn a bra when they’d gone this far, and if they had it had usually been a
sports bra. Never this delicate pink contraption.
“It clasps in the front.” She whispers, and he doesn’t want to ask her what
that even means, so he takes a moment to trace his fingers over the garment in
careful study, blinking when he realized that on either side of the little bow
there were small hooks. He pulls at it experimentally, and blinks in surprise
as the hooks slide free and her breasts are released in an almost dramatic
manner that has his mouth going completely dry.
He pushes they cups aside and, after taking a calming breath, begins to trace
his lips over the curve of her flesh, taking her nipple into his mouth gently.
She sighed as he experimentally sucked -- they had only just started trying
this act a few weeks ago, and both were still a little uncertain of how best to
do it. With Ochako’s whispered instructions of, “A little harder,” and “Keep… A
little more, okay?” He soon had the girl panting, gasping at the heat that
built within her.
She tugged him up with the hands in his hair, sloppily pressing their mouths
together and drawing the boy firmly on top of her, shivering as her damp
nipples scraped against his chest. She shifted slightly, bringing him between
her legs and pressing up, bringing one leg up to hook around him and press him
into her. He groans as the hard length of him is pressed against her,
simultaneously finding relief and feeling a building desperation as he rolled
his hips into her.
He stroked his hands down her sides and paused just as his fingers touched the
elastic band of her panties. He pulled back, panting as he flicked his eyes
down to the barrier of her underwear and then back up to her’s, and he
swallowed thickly at how her pupils were blown wide and how she looked so
perfectly flushed and mussed.
“Should I?” He asked, and she nodded, lifting her hips so that he could slide
the small slip of dampened cotton down her thighs, eyes wide as he took her in
as she was revealed.
They’d always kept their underwear on as that very last barrier, for some
reason both thinking that if they kept them on they were keeping themselves
from making that next step. She hides her face in the crook of her elbow as she
throws her arm over her face.
She’s beautiful, wide hips and thick thighs, pale skin and a small gathering of
brown curls, some of which have become clumped together with her wetness.
“Can you show me how to touch you?” He croaked, holding one of her calves in
his hand and stroking softly, and still hiding her face she nodded tightly,
prompting him to press a kiss to her knee as she lifts her other hand to drift
down to brush through the small curls above her core, fingers shaking as she
slowly slipped her fingers between her lower lips to flick her clit, flushing
down to her chest as she could practically  feel  her boyfriend’s eyes intent
on her movements.
She bites back a sound when he carefully widens the opening of her legs to
better see, and begins to move her fingers a little bit faster, hoping to
distract herself from the embarrassment of the moment by instead focusing on
the pleasure of it.
“Deku,” She whispered, finally lifting her arm off her face to blink down at
the focused boy, feeling herself grow hotter and wetter at the intense look on
his face, “You too. Show me.” She demanded, fingers focusing their strokes as
he pulled away to slip his own underwear down, flushing as his dick sprung free
from its confines, stiff and red, a bead of precome slipping down from the
shaft as she watched.
He took that wetness and carefully spread it down his shaft, biting his lip and
looking away for a few moments as he slowly began to stroke himself. She
watched, mouth slightly agape as she heavily breathed, eyes wide as he fisted
himself, taking in every twist of his wrist and every miniscule reaction.
She slips her fingers down and inserts one and then another, a small gasp at
the slight stretch to it. They watched each other as they sought their
pleasure, the moment building between them with every gasp and every moan.
Finally,  finally , Ochako gasps and feels ready like she never had,
anticipation overwhelming the nervousness that sizzled beneath her skin, and
she wants more.
“Izuku,” She gasps,and the boy stutters at her use of his real name, “Where is
the…?”
“Oh! Um, here!” He gasped, scrambling off the bed to grab his bag and dig
through it, pulling out the box of condoms he had secretly bought in
preparation for the night. He fumbled in opening it, leading to the box
basically disintegrating in his over eager hands, small foil squares falling
everywhere as the boy curses his luck.
Behind him, Ochako giggles, sitting up to watch as he fumbled to pick up a
condom and then hurry back to her on the bed. She watches, curious, face red
and breathing a little quick as he tore the foil package open and slowly rolled
it on, face down but ears a violent red as he didn’t look at the girl before
him.
There’s a moment where they aren’t quite sure how to proceed, sitting there
just sort of staring at one another, but then Izuku carefully leans forward and
they kiss sweetly, everything calming a bit as Ochako lays back, spreading her
legs to let him between them as they continue to kiss, her arms around his
neck, hands curled into fists so that she didn’t accidentally touch anything.
He was hard against her stomach, the condom feeling like a strange, unknown
separation between their skin.
He pulls back far enough to prepare himself, taking his dick in hand and
breathing shakily as he shifted to press against her timidly.
“Yeah?” He croaked, and she nodded her head, spreading her thighs wider and
taking a bracing breath as he pressed into her.
She winces a bit at the foreign stretch, wider than her fingers, longer as
well. His hips stuttered with a whine as he pressed in too hard and too fast,
causing her to gasp in discomfort.
“Sorry, sorry,” He panted, freezing hands gripping her waist tight enough to
leave bruises, muscles tight and tense to keep himself still.
“It’s okay.” She whispered, lips twisting as she shifted, trying to get used to
the feeling of of him inside of her. She closed her eyes and focused on the
feelings of the invasion, foreign as it was. After a few moments of no movement
her body seemed to realise that it didn’t actually hurt and she was able to
force herself to relax, to settle into the new feelings.
Experimentally she clenched down, a lingering soreness still there that she
easily ignored at the high pitched grunt Izuku let out at the tightness,
smiling at the silliness of the sound.
“Alright,” She whispered, licking her dry lips and swallowing as she opened her
eyes back up to take in the sight of the boy, the drawn lines of his face and
the slightly pained quirk of his lips. It looked funny. “We can go now.”
He starts moving his hips, thrusts a little jerky as he gets used to the new
sensations, face scrunched up almost as if he was in pain, hands fisted into
the sheets on either side of her head and he panted and moved.
On one particular thrust he happened to grind into her clit a little on
accident and Ochako gasped  at the pleasure lighting up her entire body from
that single touch, reverberating so much more and with more power than whenever
she had just touched herself. Having him inside of her and over her made that
feeling seem to echo on and on and on and she wanted more.
Panting, she lowered her hand to begin to stroke herself again, biting of a
groan when her fingers curiously sought out where they were joined and actually
felt  him there.
The pleasure built between them faster than it ever had before, so explosive
that they were both shaking from the intensity of it, sweat beading on their
bare bodies and mingling between them.
With her free hand Ochako reached out, hooking her elbow behind Izuku’s neck to
bring him down to her, mouths meeting messily as they panted and gasped into
the kiss, her legs circling around his hips as she began to try to roll up into
his thrusts in time with him, fingers moving quickly as she raced toward the
emerging end. He puts all his weight onto one arm and uses the other hand cup
her face as they kiss, moaning into her mouth as the momentum builds toward
infinity.
He’s the first to still with a groan, shivering as he finds his release, mouth
open and face scrunched up in exquisite pleasure, breath hot and damp against
her neck as he curls over with the power of the orgasm, and she follows a few
moments later after she firms her strokes of her clit, a grunt let out as the
feeling spreads throughout her body in waves of electric pleasure.
He rolls away to flop onto the bed next to her, breathing quick and ragged as
he stares at her with wide, shocked eyes. She turns her head to face him,
trying to catch her breath and calm her rabbiting heart beat, and something
makes her smile, makes her start to laugh breathlessly despite how she’d been
worried it would be too awkward. Despite the stringy strands of hair that were
sticking to her sweat soaked face and neck and the soreness she could feel
forming at her hips and thighs.
Izuku smiles brightly as she laughs, rolling close enough to press their faces
together, and the joy of the moment is so overwhelmingly beautiful its what
they’ll remember the most about the night years down the line.
 
===============================================================================
 
They go back to the dorms the next day hand in hand, neither talking but more
than content just being in each other’s presence. The air was fresh and clear,
the sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and nothing could ever bring them down
from the happiness they were both luxuriating in.
Not even as the glass of the bank they were passing shattered around the forms
of two villains attempting to escape with their stolen loot, followed closely
by the forms of two familiar heroes.
“Mesmerize and Lady Python!” Ochako stated, shocked, a bit of deja-vu in the
moment. Neither hero noticed them, too focused on the escaping villains, and
while they both had a moment of wanting to go after to see if they could
assist, a loud wail from inside the bank had them quickly going in.
The security guard was laying on the ground clutching his bleeding side, and
the tellers were crouched behind the counter, the customers remaining pressed
up against the wall in fear despite threat being gone.
“Hello, we are here to help!” Ochako announced as they both smiled and
presented their provisional licenses, “Does anyone need medical attention?” She
asked as Izuku moved to the guard. They’d both taken first aid classes as an
elective for the past two years, so they would be able to help until the EMTs
came.
Apparently one of the villains could shoot ice like bullets, but had terrible
aim because there were two people who had been grazed and weren’t bleeding too
badly, one person whose ear had been shot, and then the guard, who was the
worst off, though from the placement it seemed that nothing vital had been
hurt. One woman had a sprained wrist from where she had caught herself badly
when falling, but all around there was nothing too serious, and they were able
to manage until the police and EMTs got there.
The two full heroes come back with the captured villains to a good amount of
cheers by everyone gathered in the middle of Ochako and Izuku giving their
statements to an officer, and Mesmerize is the first to notice them.
“Hey!” She exclaims, bouncing over to them, her long white ponytail and silver
bodysuit making it kind of difficult to look at her because of the way the sun
was reflecting off of her, “I remember you two! You looking for an internship
or something?” She laughed.
“We just seem to keep running into each other.” Ochako said apologetically.
Mesmerize winked at her.
“Well, that’s fine. Always nice to see you guys working hard to becoming full
heroes. Thanks for the help again.” She studied them for a moment, taking in
how close they were standing to one another like their own sort of gravity was
pulling them into one another, and her grin turned sly. “And I see that you two
figured everything out between yourselves.”
They’re in the middle of stuttering out objections or maybe explanations when
Lady Python’s sharp voice called out for her sidekick to return to her side.
“Congrats!” The girl called over her shoulder as she hurried away.
Blushing, they both finished giving their statements and were sent on their way
with the gratitude of the police for their quick actions, walking silently the
rest of the way to the UA dorms, and just as they were about to enter the
building Ochako slowly slipped her hand into Izuku’s and gave him a small
smile.
“It’s time, right?” She asked quietly, and he squeezed her hand back in answer,
nodding nervously just before they both looked forward and stepped decisively
into the building.
On their way up to their floor some people that knew them from other classes
stared in shock or gave out congratulations as they took in their clasped
hands, and they both blushingly gave their thanks in return.
Stepping onto their floor, it was a little underwhelming to see only Denki in
the common area, drinking a sports drink as he watched some basketball game on
the TV.
“Hey guys.” The blond absently greeted, and the two of them bemusedly returned
the greeting. “How was… Whatever you did?”
“Good.” Ochako said, voice a little strangled and at too high of a pitch to be
normal.
“Huh. Okay.” They boy muttered, slouching further into his seat. The duo shared
a silent look, finding the situation more than a little bit funny, and both
moved to go down the hallway when they were stopped by a loud shriek, and the
turned hurriedly to see a set of floating clothes where the sound had come
from.
“You guys!” Toru exclaimed, the clothes jumping excitedly up and down, “You
guys !” She squealed, “You’re  together! ” And then she was running up to them
and pulling them into a hug, continuing to squeal excitedly into their ears as
she jumped.
“What?” Denki questioned, turning to finally look at them and taking in their
clasped hands with no small amount of shock. “ WHAT?”
Everyone who was in their room slowly came out and the process was repeated for
each, some giving a simple congratulations and others taking a little bit
longer to get out their joy or shock.
Mina and Toru were practically hanging off of Ochako, asking excited questions
in a tangle of words and high pitched noise that the other girl couldn’t help
but laughingly answer. Izuku had never been patted on the back as often as he
was then, and he couldn’t help but laugh when Denki launched himself off the
couch to tackle him, ruffling his hair as he exclaimed again and again, “I knew
it! I knew it!”
Bakugo stood back from everyone, scowling a bit at the celebration, but when
Ochako met his eyes for a moment, the girl grinning so hard it hurt and so
happy she almost felt like she was going to burst, he gave her a brief, sharp
nod.
“When did this happen? Who confessed?” Momo asked excitedly, and the couple
went silent for a moment, eyes meeting in a silent conversation that the rest
of the room watched intently, so excited at how that was such a  coupley  thing
to do.
“Almost… Eight months now.” Izuku quietly admitted, and the entire room went
silent, everyone staring at them in shock.
“Eight… Months?”
“Yes.” Ochako confirmed, ducking her head at the betrayed looks that earned her
from her friends.
“Why would you hide your relation from us for this long?” Iida asked, unable to
hide the hurt in his voice and his two closest friends winced.
“There’s… We wanted to figure everything out between us before we brought
anyone else into the relationship.” Ochako admitted. “Neither of us were really
all that sure what was happening so we wanted a little bit of time.”
“Yeah, okay, but eight months?!”Mina exclaimed, looking at the two of them with
a mixture of confusion and betrayal. “I mean-”
“I think,” Shoto said quietly, “We should allow them to explain fully before we
begin to judge them.”
Izuku shot him a grateful look and then, shooting a look at the now downcast
Ochako, swallowed past the lump in his throat, and tried his best to figure out
what he could say to make all their friends understand why they’d made the
decision they had.
“Neither of us have been in a real relationship before,” He said quietly,
looking down. Ochako had had a few boyfriends in middle school that hadn’t
lasted longer than a few weeks and he hadn’t had anything, so they’d both been
nervous because it was all so new. That, and their feelings for one another had
become so overwhelming even before they had gotten together that everything
felt that much more important.
“We wanted to take some time to figure everything out before we told you guys,
and I guess we just got caught up in everything. We weren’t… We haven’t been
actively hiding everything from you, I promise. We just didn’t want anything to
change and we were worried letting other people know would do that.”
“Yes, alright, but did you have to wait eight months?” Iida asked, obviously
hurt. The couple had nothing to say to that.
“Ah, who fucking cares?” Bakugo snaps, shoving past everyone to get to the
kitchenette. “We’re not the ones in the stupid relationship.”
As he stomps away everyone takes a moment to take a breath and realise he had a
point.
“We are sorry for not letting  you guys know sooner. I guess we just… Got
caught up in everything.” Ochako said quietly, and everyone accepted the
apology, though some were still a little peeved.
They’re sat down on the couch with everyone sitting around them, pressed almost
uncomfortably together as questions are lobbed at them like attacks. They want
to know where they went on their first date, all of the things they’ve done
together as a couple, if they’d met each other's families, and little things
like that. It was weird since everyone was watching them almost expectantly,
over-reacting to every little move they made towards one another, at the way
their arms were pressed together.
It was all a little overwhelming, but the couple did their best to pacify their
friends by answering everything they were asked.
Though, thankfully Mineta had been kicked out only moments after the questions
started.
 
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“ Finally ,” Denki groaned as he happily flipped through the rack of swimming
trunks, “After years of waiting we’re finally going on a class trip to the
beach! What do you think about these?” He asked happily, practically shoving a
neon orange pair of trunks into Jiro’s face.
“They’re very you.” The girl said flatly after swatting him away. She was one
of the few who didn’t want to buy a new swimsuit, and somehow she’d been
dragged with the shoppers and was now in the men’s section paying more
attention to her phone than her classmates around her.
She’s brought out of her study of her phone at Mineta’s whiny groan, too close
for comfort.
“Look at them,” He whined, and they looked to where the boy was pointing to see
Deku and Ochako standing together looking through one of the racks, flipping
through the trunks.
“I like this one.” Ochako mused as she picked out one pair, and Izuku made a
disbelieving noise.
“I don’t know. Really? I was thinking something a little more…” He points to a
rack a little ways away.
“Hm, yeah, but these have pockets. Plus, those are too long.”
“I don’t like my knees.”
“ I  like your knees.”
They were both practically pressed up against one another, voices low and
looking a little too comfortable with each other. They were radiating happiness
and contentedness, and the fact that they were a couple was as obvious as it
would have been if they’d had a giant neon sign above them.
It was both incredibly sweet and sickening for their classmates to see.
“When will  I  have someone like that?” Mineta wailed as he attempted to latch
onto Jiro, hands going up toward her ass, though the girl stopped him with a
swift kick to the gut that knocked him back several yards.
“Never if you keep acting like this.” Denki said, unsympathetic as the boy
began his usual sniveling.
Not paying their classmates any mind, Ochako and Izuku wandered over to the
changing rooms, too wrapped up in each other and their discussion on how
pockets should be on  everything  to notice the ruckus.
End Notes
     Yes, I am aware that it is not possible that their classmates would
     not have noticed. Oh well.
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