We continued eating, talking and laughing while we stuffed our faces. I held my tray out to Izuku, and he poked around before grabbing a piece of chicken.

I could tell Izuku wanted to ask me something. He looked troubled, and every time he looked away it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself to say something.

"What is it?" I asked, putting some rice in my mouth.

"What do you mean?" He asked. We both sat cross-legged, facing each other.

"You look troubled. Like you have a question."

"Why do you have to be so perceptive? It's great until you notice something like that." He mumbled, looking down and breaking a clump of rice with his chopsticks.

I sighed, putting my elbow up on the back of the couch. "All part of the job of being cool, my cutie." I winked at him, causing him to flush. "So," I said, disregarding it since he'd been blushing practically all night long, "what's on your mind?"

He squirmed in his place, not really wanting to answer.

"Well, I wanted to ask you some questions, but I don't wanna make you mad." He admitted. I laughed, making him look up at me.

"Izuku, baby, please. I could never be mad at you." I smiled, pushing him on.

"Promise?" He said, reaching his pinky out to me.

"Promise." I said, linking my pinky with his. Our hands dropped, and Izuku paused a moment.

"What was your hero name?" He asked quietly.

"Ah, those questions." I said, chuckling. "I was waiting for one of you to ask." He looked up at me with those big eyes of his. They were beautiful up close. "Glitch." I said after a moment of staring at each other. "Glitch; The Mind Hero."

"Wow! That's an awesome hero name!" I chuckled, thanking him. He just seemed so happy just to be talking to me.

"It wasn't that hard to come up with, seeing as how I literally glitch." I said, pointing to my eyes and submerging into my headspace to make my eyes glitch out. "I'm guessing you're wondering about my hero costume as well?"

He paused before nodding shyly.

"I can put it on if you want." He choked on a bit his noodles, before swallowing.

"WhAt?"

"Aizawa sent me an updated hero costume fit to my current measurements a few years ago as a birthday gift. He told me it was incase I ever wanted try again or just impress people." I laughed, and Izuku chuckled. "I can go get it if you want." He nodded, mouth full of noodles. "Actually?" He nodded faster.

I put my tray down and walked to my bedroom, going into my closet. I grabbed the box that rested, untouched in the back. I opened it up, shoving aside the piles of old tests, scoring sheets and letters from Tomura, reaching to the bottom. I pulled it out. My old hero suit. I smiled softly, looking at it.

"How the hell do I put this on again?"

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"Ready?" I exclaimed from behind the wall, "I've got it on."

"I'm ready!" Izuku exclaimed back, sounding excited.

I slowly turned the corner, revealing myself to Izuku. God this was weird. The fabric was soft, making my skin sing with delight. The suit itself was skin tight yet somehow comfortable. My back was cold and exposed via a long slit that went down my spine. A grey scarf with the texture of steel wool hung around my waist limply, and my hair was up in a loose bun held in by a thin pencil like piece of metal. My face was hot from both blushing with embarrassment, and the mask which shielded my eyes. My feet clanked on the floor, soles of the boots thick with mechanisms, making me around 5'10 (1.7272 m).

I held out my arms and spun around, letting Izuku see all angles of the suit. He stared at me, enthralled, and I swear his eyes glittered.

"You're so... tall!" He exclaimed, getting up to stand in front of me. I looked down at him and laughed. I moved the mask to the top of my head, so he could see my eyes properly.

"I know right? I always felt so amazing wearing the boots since they made me so tall." He crouched, looking at the boots.

"Is there a reason they're so tall?" He asked, looking up at me. I nodded, getting down on the ground with him. I slipped one of my boots off, tapping the back of it with force. Small spikes just a few centimeters long stuck out from the bottom.

"They're meant to help me grip onto building and such, letting me jump across rooftops." Izuku breathed out lightly in awe, and I had to admit it was cute seeing him so interested.

I was about to tell him so, just because it's cute when he's flustered, when my phone rang. I reached into the back pocket of my suit, taking out my phone.

"Shoto?" I whispered when I looked at the contact. Izuku didn't hear me, twisting my boot around in his hands. "Hello?" I said when I answered, making Izuku look up at me.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked.

"I am," I looked around me, "sitting on the floor."

"Sitting on the floor?"

"Sitting on the floor."

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" He asked, obviously confused. I heard the rustle of plastic over the phone.

I looked up at Izuku. "I was showing Izuku something and now we're sitting on the floor, why?"

"You're with Midoriya?" He asked in shock.

"I- yes? Is that a bad thing?" I asked in return, almost laughing.

"No, it's not that it's bad, it's just... never mind. I called to ask you what kind of flowers you like." He explained and I heard the rustling again. Izuku cocked his head at me, boot in hand. I shrugged.

"Are- Shoto, are at the florist?" I asked. Izuku held his hand to his mouth, trying not the laugh.

"I am, now what kind of flowers do you like?"

"I mean, I like yellow roses?" I asked more then said.

"Yellow roses, the best ones you have." I heard Shoto say faintly. "One last thing."

"Yes?"

"How are you, are you ok? I've been meaning to call for a while now."

"I've been alright. At this point, I'm just trying to find ways to fill my time. I don't really have that many hobbies, so it's hard having all this time on my hands." I explained, watching Izuku as he repeatedly tapped the back of my boot, making the spikes go in and out of the soles.

"Well whenever you get bored, let me know. I'd love to keep you company." I smiled at his message.

"Thanks Shoto. That means a lot." I smiled at his message. My mind wandered to the last time I had a real conversation with Shoto.

You're the one for me, I know it.

I blushed at the memory.

"Have fun with Midoriya, my love." The dial tone rung in my ear.

"Bye." I muttered.

"Hey are you ok?" Izuku asks, looking worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just remembered something that shook me up a bit." I told him, smiling. He smiled back, looking into my eyes.

Just do it Izuku!

"As long as you're happy." He cupped my cheek with his hand, and my eyes widened.

I'm actually doing it! I'm actually touching her cheek!

"Izuku?"

He hummed in response, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He sighed, content.

Her cheek is so soft. I need to know what face wash she uses.

I realized he wouldn't stop for a few moments, so I took to looking at his freckles. When I would see him at U.A., he only had a few, but now they covered his face and arms. Being out in the sun all day brought them out, dark stars against a pale sky.

I decided I didn't mind his hand on my face. It was warm. He was warm.

Heyo!

Fun Fact: (Y/N) didn't know the Class
1-A kids, but in the time she went to school with them, she had formed opinions on a few! She always thought Izuku was cute in a lost puppy sort of way, and thought Shoto was actually really cool looking. She thought Ochaco was total girlfriend material, and she always loved Shoji because he looked really cool.

People in my earlier chapters talking about Chiharu:

Me knowing her and (Y/N)'s history:    🤭🍵

Reminder: You're perfect. Literally stunning in every way. So don't change for someone else. If you're going to change something about yourself, do it for you. Not anyone else. I love you all <3

Over and out.