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Midoriya Izuku was always very observant.

Anyone who got to know the green-haired lad would agree. He was quick to pick things up, especially when it came to something he loved, that being anything that had to do with heroes.

It was a skill that was required from him, after all. As a hero in training, you never know when some villain could secretly be doing something behind your back, or in front of you for that matter. It always did him good to be observant, cautious, and aware of his surroundings.

But while in most cases this trait of his was a good thing, it sometimes proved to be a bad thing as well. Especially now.

Midoriya was feeling uneasy this whole past week. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was his constant awareness finally getting the better of him, he wasn’t sure. But for the past week, he felt as if someone was watching him, which was absolutely ridiculous, in his opinion. If someone were watching him, they would have made a move by now, and so far, nothing has happened. And besides, none of his friends or teachers noticed, and they were brought up to be just as observant, if not more, than him.

So it shouldn’t have been a big deal, right?

But it had happened too often over the past week.

The first incident being while he was in class. It was English with Present Mic, and like always, although he found it quite tricky, Midoriya was trying his best to write down notes. He still found it in himself to strive to listen in the more standardized classes, even if all he wanted to do was tune out the enthusiastic hero’s loud voice and fall asleep. But this time, something was clearly bothering him.

He felt as if someone was keeping their eyes on him, staring from behind. He was confident that if looks could kill, he would have been dead by now from the solemn stare he had been receiving throughout the period. He wanted to ignore it, to go on with his day without paying mind to the uncomfortable gaze he was sensing. But it was unbearable.

So, when the opportunity presented itself in the form of Present Mic turning his back to write something on the board, Midoriya quickly glanced behind him to check who in the world was looking at him with such a heavy gaze, only to find that no one was looking. In fact, most of his classmates were either paying attention to Present Mic or were bored out of their minds. There was no sign of anyone attempting to stare at him, which left Midoriya very confused.

But he had brushed it off, blaming it on his over observant self.

And then it happened again.

The second time, it happened during hero training. Unlike other days where they would engage in fun mission-like tests, that day was a day wherein they had to engage in simple sparring matches with each other. Which weren’t that bad, but didn’t provide that same excitement like he was used to.

But as he engaged in heated combat with Iida, he couldn’t help but feel that same stare befalling his figure. At first, he had tried to ignore it, choosing to focus on his spar with his energetic friend. However, as time passed, he couldn’t ignore it all. It was the same unbearable feeling he had felt just a few days prior. That same uncomfortable feeling that made him feel like he couldn’t do anything but subject himself to it and figure out who in the world was making him feel this way.

So for a moment, he distracts himself from the battle in front of him and spares a glance to his surroundings, only to once more find absolutely no one staring at him. Everyone was busy focusing on their own spars, eyes scrunched with so much concentration that it would have been nearly impossible for them to stare at him that heavily.

It made Midoriya feel confused. Very confused. Because at this point, he was sure that this wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. He had truly felt someone’s eyes on him, yet could find no culprit behind it. However, he couldn’t pay any more attention to the thought as he suddenly found himself being thrown aback from Iida’s attack, being a tad bit late from blocking it effectively.

He would have to think of it at another time.

And he figured that time was now.

The dreaded final exams were coming up. And just like any other teenager who was determined to graduate, he was up at the wee hours in the morning, studying. He had begun only hours ago, after a few hours of self-training, but he was already feeling the fatigue from it. He wanted nothing more than to retreat to the comforts of his bed and sleep his worries away until the next morning. Unfortunately for him, however, he was having difficulty understanding some of the recently taught math concepts. So he needed to self-study to catch up with the lessons and maintain his class standing.

But studying math at night was never a good idea, mostly when one was tired. Midoriya could feel himself nod off from his current pattern, the information going into his eyes and never staying there. It was frustrating to him because he so desperately wanted to understand the concepts, but nothing was sticking to his brain.

So he decided to take a small break.

And by a small break, he meant opening his secret notebook and looking over the information written in it.

Now Midoriya was known for being an inquisitive kid. He always had a notebook with him, ready to go whenever he encountered a person with an intriguing quirk for him to study and analyze later. In fact, one could even say that his notebook rivaled even the most competent databases on known quirks, and that was saying something.

But aside from writing about his favorite heroes and their respective quirks, he also had a hobby of writing about what he loved.

And by that, he meant his immense crush on you (Y/N).

Midoriya had no idea when this massive crush on you had developed. But there was just something about you that made him fall deeper and deeper under your spell. You were so kind, so caring, and so passionate. You were driven with such passion and grace, and you carried yourself with such elegance whenever you fought. You were like an angel in his eyes, so much to the point that whenever he was overcome with giddiness about you, he would write about it.

And that’s exactly what that secret notebook of his was about.

From cute observations about you to overwhelming feelings that he couldn’t help but write about. Midoriya’s notebook was full of his love and passion for you. A secret he could never tell, and a secret he would take to the grave.

He picked up his mechanical pencil, wanting to sketch some cute drawings that reminded him of you, like your favorite food, to the character from your favorite TV show. Midoriya just began drawing anything and everything that reminded him of you, smiling fondly at the memories of the small conversations the two of you had where you would animatedly ramble on and on about what you liked. A quirk that Midoriya found to be absolutely adorable.

However, once again, he felt that massive stare land on his figure, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. The smile fell from his face, and he immediately rushed to close his notebook, looking around her to see if anyone was spying on him, but found no one.

He sighed, running his hands up and down his arms as an attempt to calm himself down. He would rather die than to see the day where someone would figure out his secret crush on you, although it was blatantly obvious to others.

Midoriya stood up abruptly, stretching his sore limbs before quietly heading out of his dorm room to the common rooms to make himself a cup of tea. Maybe that would help ease his nerves and get his study drive going for the night. He could get a snack too while he was at it.

However, as he came back up to his room, the warm cup of tea and a bag of chips in his hand, he came to a stop. His eyes widened, his heartbeat sped up, and he felt like his world was going to a complete and utter halt. He was about to scream at the top of his lungs but found the will not to, focusing more on stabilizing his hold on the tray in his hands.

And the reason for his sudden action?

Because someone was in his room, reading his secret notebook.

And he never wanted to scream so loud in his life.

The two looked at each other, not saying anything. It was almost as if they were a bunch of deers caught by a headlight, which for the stranger, was in fact, the case. But for Midoriya, he was having a hard time processing what was happening in front of him. But when he finally takes in what exactly was happening, he feels just about ready to flip out.

The feeling of dread overcame him from the sheer realization that someone had read his secret notebook made him want to crawl into a hole and hide. His face bloomed into a shade of red, the words beginning to bubble from within his chest, ready to explode in what would be an unbearable melody of horror that would for sure wake up the whole dorm if it weren’t for the quick wit of the said stranger.

“Shush,” The stranger hushes, heading over to bring him in into the room before anyone could see them. When the coast was clear, the stranger, a woman, Midoriya realizes from the long hair and feminine physique, finally turned to him.

“Geez,” the girl says, a small pout on her lips. “You almost got us caught.” Midoriya stays silent, not knowing what to say. He took this moment to observe the girl. It was weird because it was almost as if she was a combination of him and (Y/N) which felt almost impossible for him, and he blushed at the thought.

She had his green hair, which flowed down to the arch of her back, combined with your honest eyes. He could recognize those eyes anywhere. They held the same warmth and passion that yours had, only a bit more enhanced with a childlike wonder and excitement, that he couldn’t point out. It confused him to no end, because how could someone look so much like a combination of two people. Strangely enough, rather than the usual fear that someone would have in a situation like this, he could only feel curiosity.

“W-who are you?” He finally asked, the words coming out shakily in fear of what the answer might be. For all he knew, she could have been an imposter, a villain even. Even if he was curious, he still had to put his guard up.

The girl grinned, and Midoriya could feel his chest tighten because her smile was so much like yours. They reached all the way to her eyes and shined brightly, showing pure and utter joy within them.

“Oh me?” She asks innocently. “I’m your daughter, Midoriya Inori.”

And Midoriya could feel his world stop.

He blinks, the words not processing in his mind. But when they do, they shake him to his core. He’s filled with so much confusion and his mind begins to get overwhelmed with so many thoughts. He doesn’t understand what exactly was going on. Because how exactly can he have a daughter when he hasn’t even had his first kiss yet?

“I-i’m sorry,” Midoriya stutters, confused. “What?”

“You heard me,” the girl, Inori, grins. “I’m your daughter, Midoriya Inori.”

“You’re joking, right?” Midoriya asks, skeptical. There was just no way that the girl in front of him could be his daughter. It practically defied every figment of logic Midoriya had. But, the more he took her appearance in, the more he couldn’t unsee it. They looked too similar for them to not be related. Almost to the point where they could pass as siblings. And Midoriya was a hundred percent sure that he had none of those.

“Nope,” Inori says, popping the p loudly as she snickers at Midoriya’s baffled expression “I’m really your daughter.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Midoriya asks cautiously. For all he knew, she could have been a villain with a shapeshifting quirk pretending to be his daughter, he couldn’t let his guard down just yet.

“Hmmm,” Inori hummed, thinking to herself deeply. The two basked in an awkward silence for a while, Midoriya not knowing what to do or what his next move was going to be. All he could do was wait.

“Well,” Inori begins, a smirk making its way to her face. “You got your quirk from All Might, it’s called One for All. Before that, you were quirkless. And you love All Might a lot, sometimes even more than mom, to the point that you still wear those All Might Underwear that’s bright yellow and has his face all over i—“

“—Okay okay, that’s enough!” Midoriya cuts in, embarrassed. His face was bright red, resulting from the blatant realization that someone knows of his favorite pair of underwear. No one knew of this, heck not even his mom knew. He had bought that set with his own money, and always made sure that he would be the one to wash it, so that no one would see. The fact that this girl knew about it, plus her knowledge of One for All made him beleive her, although he was still a bit skeptical.

“Now do you believe me?” She asks, grinning cheekily at her dad’s embarrassed face. Midoriya squints, standing on the line between scrutiny and belief, not knowing if he should cross. There were still so many things that didn’t make sense. And even if she knew about his secret All Might underwear, he still wasn’t going to let his guard down.

“Maybe,” he says, warily. “But it doesn’t add up. How in the world can you be my daughter? We’re literally the same age, and as far as I know, I haven’t even held a girl’s hand! Much more… made her pregnant…” His last words are soft, the red creeping into his cheeks and spreading throughout his neck, the warmth descending throughout all parts of his body. He couldn’t even fathom the thought that he would make someone pregnant. It seemed like a distant dream, an impossibility that would never come true.

“—velling quirk,” Midoriya snaps from his trance, looking at Inori confused. “I’m sorry what?”

Inori sighs, a small pout forming at her lips, realizing that Midoriya wasn’t listening to her. “I said,” she says, crossing her arms over his chest. “I have a time travelling quirk. That’s why it makes sense. I came from the future.”

And almost in an instant, Midoriya completely changed.

Inori should have expected this. After all, she grew up under Midoriya’s care, although he was more mature and toned down about it from where she came from. But, from the moment the sparkle shone in Midoriya’s eyes she knew what exactly was coming her way. He began to go into a rant, questioning everything and anything about her quirk, entering a phase where he was so immersed in his curiosity that he began to mumble, and she couldn’t help but feel amused.

She had heard stories from her mother about this state of his, and now that she was seeing the full blast of his tendencies, it was almost like she was experiencing an awakening. It filled her with awe; she was so fascinated with how he came up with so much possibilities and possible ways to utilize her quirk, that not even she thought of. It was almost as if the mumbles were a quirk of it’s own, flowing around him in circles.

But, like her mother said, this phase of his often made him unaware of his surroundings. He was so immersed in figuring out the specifics of her quirk that he seemed to forget what exactly was happening around him.

“Um, Dad?” There was no response, and she wanted to slap herself on the face. Of course he wouldn’t respond to that. He was the younger version of her actual dad, someone who had never been called that before. Of course he wouldn’t respond.

“Uh,” Inori wonders, not knowing how to address him. “Midoriya-kun? Izuku-kun?” It honestly made her cringe. She would never have imagined herself calling her dad by their last name, or first name for that matter. It was a weird experience that she never expected to happen to her. But fortunately, it worked.

For the nth time that night, Midoriya flushed red; embarassed at the fact that someone had seen him in that state, especially someone who claimed to be his daughter. It made a lot of sense to him now. A time travelling quirk would explain why they were the same age, despite his lack of experience. Furthermore, it would explain why the two looked similar.

“—Midoriya-kun?” He snapped out of his stance once again. He really didn’t know why he was acting like this, and it honestly made him baffled. Inori smiled at him, seeing his perplexed state and she sent him a reassuring smile. “You were spacing out again.”

“Oh,” he says, clearing his throat and looking away from her. “I’m sorry.”

“No harm done,” Inori giggles. “It’s kinda interesting to see you geek out like that, you never do anymore— well at least where I’m from.” He flushes again, rubbing a hand over his neck sheepishly. But then a sudden thought comes to him. A thought that piques his curiosity to no end.

“By the way,” he begins, catching Inori’s interest. She looks at him with a curious glance, wondering what he wanted to say. Midoriya can feel the nerves getting to him, and he takes a few breaths to calm himself down. “If you’re from the future, then why are you here?”

“Oh!” Inori exclaims, a sudden spark glistening in her eyes. Her smile widens, and it almost seems like she’s become a whole different person. However, Midoriya can’t quite tell because he barely knew the girl. But it was clear as day that Inori had somehow brightened up at his question, and for some odd reason, he feels worry bubble from within him.

Inori grins cheekily, giving Midoriya a knowing look. “I’m here to get you together with your crush, of course!”

Midoriya blinks, not able to process the information for what feels like the tenth time that night. His face heats up once again, and his jaw slacks in disbelief. “W-what?” He stutters, needing to hear the words fall from her lips once more to confirm whether or not what she was saying was either a joke or the truth. Secretly, he was hoping for the latter.

“I said,” Inori repeats, giggling a bit at her words. “I’m here to get you together with your crush! You know, (Y/N)? My mom?”

And for the second time that night, Midoriya could feel his world stop.

But this time, it doesn’t just stop.

It goes black.

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When Midoriya comes to, he’s lying on the soft fabric of his mattress, eyes looking right up at his ceiling, with no recollection of what in the world had just happened to him, well at least for a few moments.

That is until he suddenly finds a mop of green hair and innocent eyes looking down on him, a worried look on her face. It is then that the memories flash through him, and he remembers why exactly he passed out in the first place.

“Are you okay?” Inori asked, watching with worried eyes as Midoriya slowly sat up from his position. “Do you need anything? Water? Cola? An All Might plushie?” At her comment, Midoriya can feel the warmth creep upon his skin, and he feels himself get embarrassed. It was almost as if she had said that on purpose to wake him up. And if that were indeed her intention, then props to her, because it had worked. Because now he was wide awake and absolutely flustered.

“It’s alright,” Midoriya groggily mumbles. He runs his hands through his messy hair, trying to get a grip on the reality in front of him. He sees Inori pout from the corner of his eye, but he can’t seem to understand why.

“I can’t believe you just fainted on me like that!” She complains, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is it that hard to believe that I’m here to get you together with… (Y/N)?” Midoriya flushed again, daydreams settling into his mind and thoughts running through his head.

Was it really true? He wondered. Had he really married (Y/N) in the future? And they had a kid together? It was so hard for him to believe because he’s been dreaming about it for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t lie. He’s thought about it a couple of times here and there. The thought of you walking down the aisle in the most beautiful wedding dress brought shivers down his spine. It seemed too good to be true.

“It really is,” Midoriya says softly, catching Inori off guard for a second. “I mean, it doesn’t seem likely at all!” As he speaks, Midoriya gradually gets more excited, the life coursing through his veins and echoing all throughout him. “We don’t even talk that much, so how can we possibly get married?! Much more… have a baby!” Midoriya buries his face in his chest, finding himself swoon at the thought.

Inori watches, not knowing what to do. On one hand, she felt slight disgust creep into her at the sight of her dad being so whipped this early on in their relationship. But on the other hand, she also wanted to coo at how sweet he was being. It was just a sign of how the two of you were only meant to be, and it made her smile.

But that smile went away when Midoriya suddenly bolts from where his face was buried in his hands, a frown forming on his face. Inori raises an eyebrow at his sudden actions, curiosity taking over her as to why exactly he was acting that way.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, a bit worried. Midoriya looks at her with a solemn look that makes Inori’s heart clench slightly. He shakes his head, sighing profoundly, which only further added to her confusion.

“You probably came for nothing,” Midoriya says, looking down at his hands that were gently placed over his lap. “There’s no way (Y/N) can like me. Not now, not ever.”

Again, Inori raises an eyebrow at his statement, very confused. She wondered what exactly could be the reason behind the deflation of Midoriya’s confidence. The Midoriya she knew was someone who would never give up and would continue to try and try again until he got what he wanted. It was a complete change in character from her point of view.

“And why is that?” Inori asks. She doesn’t really see the problem. After all, as far as she knew, the two of you were in a happy relationship, so she saw no need for him to be so worried. “Because,” Midoriya speaks softly, a heavy sigh leaving his lips and a burden building within his heart.

“(Y/N) has a crush on Todoroki.”
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As Midoriya sat on his seat, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He usually wasn’t like this. Rather, he was usually calmer and friendlier to his peers. But mysteriously, he was acting very wary and cold, which was unlike the usual Midoriya that class 1-A had come to know. In fact, it reminded them slightly of the days where they had first met the hero wannabe. It was almost as if he had lost all the confidence that he had gained throughout the many trials they had been through.

“Midoriya-kun?” A voice speaks, snapping him out of his trance. The voice is angelic, a voice that caused Midoriya’s heart to beat a mile per minute if that was physically possible. It was a voice that made him lose all his ability to function. But in the best way possible. After all, that voice belonged to you.

Midoriya looked up, taking in your concerned gaze with nervous eyes. “Are you alright?” You ask softly, lifting a hand to rest on his shoulder, which caused fireworks to burst from within him. “You’ve been acting weird all morning. Is something wrong?”

The genuine concern in your words made Midoriya swoon, and he cursed himself for making you worry. You were so kind, going out of your way to help as many people as you could without fail. It was just a shame that you could not solve the worries that laid in his heart.

“I-i’m fine,” he stutters, speeding through his thoughts for a good enough excuse to get you off his tracks. “I-i was just reading an s-scary part in t-this new book I found,” he says, pulling out a makeshift book that he knew for sure was anything but scary. Heck, the cover was littered with pink flowers, and he dared to lie to her, saying that it had a frightening part?

“Oh,” you mumble, blinking. You took the book in, observing the two lovers’ warm embrace as they were surrounded by flowers of all colors. You would have never thought that a book with a cover like that would carry more scary elements, but like people say, ‘never judge a book by its’ cover.’ “Well then, I hope you read a less scary part soon!” You chirp, not exactly knowing what to say, but still wanting to cheer him up.

Midoriya gives you an awkward smile, muttering a small thanks as he watched with careful eyes as you head back to your seat. Thankfully, the bell rang, signaling the start of another long day of classes, which Midoriya was grateful for once.

“Man, you suck at lying,” Inori’s voice speaks out, startling Midoriya. A few of his classmates give him curious glances at his sudden jolt, but he just waves them off, blaming it as a sudden twitch that comes to him from time to time. If this were a normal situation, he would either hiss or glare at Inori, but he couldn’t. Because physically, she wasn’t there.

“You have to be quiet,” Midoriya whispers, scolding her. “We could get caught, and who knows what will happen if that was the case?” He looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone was paying him any mind. But in reality, he was the one who was acting weird. Garnering a few stares from the people around him.

“Ugh,” Inori groans, and he could just imagine the way she slaps her palm on her forehead. “Look, Da— I mean Izuku-kun, you’re wearing one of Inosuke’s support items. I’m technically not speaking to you; I’m projecting my thoughts to you through those contact lenses. They let me see what you see, and we can talk to each other through our thoughts. So you don’t have to speak, meaning we won’t get caught, Alright?”

Right. Just earlier this morning, Inori had given him these lenses to wear, saying that it was a support item created by her little brother, Inosuke, his future son. He had almost fainted again at the realization that he would not only have a daughter but a son as well. It was too much for his poor brain to handle, and he still couldn’t understand how he had managed to get through that whole experience.

‘Right’ Midoriya mumbles to her, taking a few small breaths to calm himself down. He tries to drown himself in the lesson but finds himself unable to. Especially since Inori was talking, or rather thinking, his ear off.

‘Geez,’ Inori huffed from her position on a random tree in a park, taking a peek around the classroom from the Midoriya’s lenses. She was looking at the back of your head, mentally glaring at you. ‘I can’t believe mo— I mean, (Y/N) had a crush on Uncle Todo before you Izuku-kun!’ She exclaimed pouting. ‘Ughhh, this makes all the times I geeked out about him to her even worse!’ She huffed, burying her face into her hands in embarrassment.

‘You have a crush on Todoroki-kun?’ Midoriya asked, intrigued. He tried to continue with what he was doing, but he couldn’t help but feel interested in what was happening. Especially since this had to do with you and Todoroki, one of his closest friends.

But what he received was a splatter of flushed sounds, ranging from denials of flustered ‘no ways’ to what seemed like dying shrieks that made Midoriya clasp his hands to his ears.

“Hey, don’t scream like that,” he scolds. “You might destroy my ears.”

“Well, I’m sorry if you feel that way, Midoriya,” Present Mic said, obviously hurt. It was only then that Midorya realizes that he had accidentally said his thoughts out loud. Coincidentally his words offended the loud pro-hero.

“I-i’m s-sorry Sensei!’ Midoriya stuttered, blushing in horror at the realization that he had unintentionally offended his teacher, a pro hero at that. What made it worse was the fact that all his classmates were staring at him. Some of them were holding their laughter in, while others didn’t give a damn. However, a handful of his classmates looked at him with curious gazes, with one of them being you.

You were looking at him with the same concerned gaze that you had given him just before the class started. But this time, it was laced with amusement as a small smile blossomed on your face.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Midoriya mumbled, keeping his head down. Present Mic laughed heartily, waving him off. “No harm done, Midoriya! Just don’t do it again.” His tone darkens just a tad bit, sending a small shiver down his spine at the last sentence. He nods in humiliation as he sat down, trying to block out the stares of his classmates.

‘Who’s getting caught now?’ Inori teases as Midoriya calms himself down for what feels like the nth time that morning. Midoriya sighs, feeling slightly agitated from the situation. ‘Well, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t keep screaming in my mind!’

‘Well, excuse me for fangirling over Uncle Todo,’ Inori pouts. ‘And besides, who are you to talk? You have a whole notebook dedicated to (Y/N)! I mean kind of creepy if you ask me,’ and Midoriya falls silent at her words because she was right. There was a reason that notebook was secret in the first place.

But at the same time, Midoriya couldn’t help but feel a small burden develop from within his heart. Because he had no idea what in the world he was getting himself into.

And he was getting afraid of what was about to come.

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“Okay, we have to figure out a game plan,” Inori says, laying out random pieces of paper all over Midoriya’s study desk. It was late in the night, and the two were enjoying some snacks when Inori had suddenly sprung to life with a burst of energy and was now determined to figure out what to do.

Midoriya just nodded along, reading from his study book so he could catch up with his lessons. However, he kept a watchful eye on Inori, not knowing what the bubbly greenette would do.

Inori was in deep thought, although, to be honest, she was just stumped. Getting her parents together was easier said than done. How was she going to actually execute it? It wasn’t like her dad was incapable; in fact, she knew her dad was definitely capable of making your heart swoon. But in his current state? She couldn’t help but compare him to an awkward bean.

“Um, Izuku-kun?” Inori asked. Midoriya hummed, looking up from his book to show her he was paying attention. “Have you ever made a move on (Y/N)?”

Like clockwork, Midoriya flushes red, which was beginning to be expected for the green-haired teen. The thought of making a move on you seems so impossible to him, something he couldn’t even fathom.

Inori groaned, plopping her face down on the table in frustration. “Nothing?” She asked perplexed. “Nothing at all?” Midoriya nodded, feeling guilty for some reason. He’s always wanted to talk comfortably with you, to experience romantic things with you. But every time he got the courage to do so, he fell back, finding himself too embarrassed to even go through with it.

Noticing his crestfallen expression, Inori suddenly sits up straight, a bright and comforting smile on her face. “Don’t worry about it, Izuku-kun! I’m sure we can figure something out!” Midoriya looks up at her with a half-hearted smile before turning back to his book. In all honesty, he was a bit skeptical about all of this. There was still some part inside him that believed that everything was a dream and he would wake up the next morning and go back to normal.

“I’ve got it!” Inori suddenly exclaims, snapping Midoriya out of his trance. Inori gives him a big, childish grin, which somehow terrifies Izuku because he has no idea what she was coming up with.

And he was right. As Inori continuously rambled on and on about her master plan, Midoriya could feel the embarrassment flush into him. He couldn’t imagine himself doing any of the things that Inori mentioned. They were too over the top, extremely out of character for him. But by the look on her face, she looked so sure of herself that Midoriya felt inclined to trust her.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks her, skeptical. Inori grins, nodding her head in an exaggerated manner that just oozes confidence. “Have some faith in me, will you?” She teases. “This is going to work. I’m a hundred percent positive.”

At that, Midoriya feels himself relax for a bit. Maybe he was overreacting. Perhaps she was right, and everything would be okay. Everything would be alright, Midoriya reassured himself.

It would, in fact, be perfectly fine, as he would soon find out.

But just not in the way he expects.

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“Deku-kun? Are you okay?” Uraraka asks, snapping him out of his trance. Midoriya blinks, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he stared back at Uraraka. It was lunch the next day, and he and Inori were waiting for the perfect opportunity to execute her plan.

It was lunchtime. Midoriya was eating with his friends, enjoying his food, and pretending to listen in on their conversation. But in reality, he was sneakily peeking at you who was eating a few tables away from him along with your friends, mainly Bakugo and his squad or the ‘Bakusquad’ as they called themselves.

He had been admiring you from afar for a while, taking in the way you just seemed to shine amongst the crowd. Your eyes and smile were brightening up the place in a way no one else could before. You were stunning, and Midoriya could feel his crush on you deepen.

“Hello~, Deku-kun?” Midoriya blinked, suddenly surprised at the hands that were waving in front of him. “Eh?” He muttered, confused. Uraraka sighed, retreating her hand back to her side.

“Geez,” she sighs pouting. “You’ve been spacing out this whole time. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Leave him be Ochaco-chan, he was probably staring at (Y/N)-chan again,” Tsuyu’s words make everyone go silent. Uraraka blinks, trying to process her words. Iida and Todoroki, on the other hand, stop eating mid-bite, looking back and forth from Midoriya to Tsuyu all the way to you on your table. It was almost comical to anyone who was watching.

“Oh,” Uraraka says, a smirk appearing on her face. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place, Deku-kun?” She leans back into her seat, her eyes never leaving his frame. “Sorry for interrupting you, I’ll leave you to it!”

“Does Midoriya have something against (Y/N)?” Todoroki innocently asks, blinking. Uraraka, Iida, and Tsuyu stifle a laugh at his confusion. At the same time, Midoriya blushes again, shaking his hands in front of him in denial.

“So, you like her, then?” Todoroki assumes, taking his denial as an answer. At that, Uraraka laughs a bit harder, finding the whole thing hilarious while Midoriya wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep into his blankets and hide away from the world.

In his mind, Midoriya can hear Inori cackling at the conversation, to the point where she was losing her breath. She most definitely found the whole thing hilarious, which only added fire to the fuel of embarrassment Midoriya was subjected to.

“I-it’s not like that!” Midoriya denies, a small pout on his face. Todoroki cocks his head to his side, and as much as Midoriya wanted to get mad at how dense he was being, he couldn’t. Because he was innocently asking him, not knowing the weight his questions brought.

“So, you hate her?”

“No!” Midoriya suddenly exclaims, palms on the table. There’s a passionate denial in his eyes as he tries to prove Todoroki wrong. But what he doesn’t realize is that he had accidentally caused a commotion in the canteen and the whole population within it was staring straight at him, including you.

When he realizes that everyone was staring at him, he suddenly feels himself unable to function. He freezes, eyes darting left and right in fright because he has no idea what to do. It’s not until Todoroki pulls him down to his seat, and Iida shouts a small “Nothing to see here,” does he finally snap out of it.

“Sorry, Midoriya,” Todoroki apologizes, a guilty look on his face. “I didn’t mean to push you like that.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbles, getting lost in his own thoughts. How was he going to face you now when he had literally embarrassed himself not only once but twice? You were probably making fun of him, thinking that he was pathetic and a no-good, God how was he going to even look at you whe—

‘Izuku-kun,’ Inori interrupts his thoughts like a splash of cold water. ‘Calm down. You’re going to be fine.’

‘How do you know that?’ He frantically says. ‘I just embarrassed myself in front of the whole school, much more in front of (Y/N)!’

‘It’s going to be okay, Izuku-kun,’ Inori reassures. ‘You know how (Y/N) is. Do you really think that she’s the type of person to judge you for those kind of things?’

At that, Midoriya can feel himself calm down just a little bit. Because she was right. You were kind, compassionate, and never judged anyone no matter what they did. It was one of the things he liked about you.

‘I guess you’re right,’ he mumbles in his head, and he could practically feel Inori’s victorious grin at his comment.

‘You bet I am, I came out of her womb after all!’ She says confidently; Which makes Midoriya choke from the unexpected comment. ‘H-hey!’ He scolds, not knowing whether to feel shocked or appalled.

‘Sorry, sorry,’ Inori says, laughing it off. ‘Are you ready to go, though? We have to act soon.’ Midoriya tenses, dreading this moment. Don’t get him wrong. He wanted to be together with you, he so badly wanted to. He just wasn’t sure if this plan would actually work.

‘Are you sure this will work?’ He asks again, worried. He can hear Inori giggle from inside his mind. ‘Of course, it will, she may not seem like it, but (Y/N) loves pick-up lines, I mean, who doesn’t? You’ll be fine, Izuku-kun!’

‘If you say so,’ Midoriya grumbles, unsure. By theory, it was simple. Drop a simple pick-up line to make her heart swoon and get the relationship going. Easy, right? He had gone through so much ever since he entered UA, incidents that were way harder than telling his crush a pick-up line. But why did it feel like the hardest thing in the world?

‘Ooh Izuku-kun quick; quick,’ Inori gushes. Midoriya looks around, confused as to what Inori was talking about. ‘(Y/N) is leaving, this is our chance!’

‘Do I really have t—‘

‘Yes you do, now go!’ Inori encourages and out of sheer will, Midoriya stands up, muttering apologies profoundly to his friends before dashing out of the cafeteria, hot on your trail.

“(Y/N)!” Midoriya calls, and you stop on your tracks to look behind you. Luckily for Midoriya, the hallway was empty, so he didn’t have to face any curious glances thrown his way.

“Oh, Midoriya-kun,” You greet happily, a bright smile on your face, and Midoriya could feel his heart speed up even faster at the sight of it. “What’s up?”

This was it. This was the moment. All Midoriya had to do was drop the pick-up line. But why was it way more challenging than he expected?

He fiddled with his fingers, feeling uncharacteristically shy. You cocked your head to the side, confused and curious about what he had to say, but you gave him an encouraging smile, urging him to go on, and Midoriya was glad that you did. It served as a gentle reminder that you were never one to judge, and even if this failed, you wouldn’t hold it against him.

‘Just do it already, Izuku-kun!’ Inori encouraged. ‘It’s going to be fine.’

With that last bit of encouragement, Midoriya finally found the guts from within him to speak, looking at you with a determined gaze. This time, he wouldn’t back away.

“A-are you the sun?” He watched with batted breath as you blinked, taken aback by his abrupt question.

“No… why?” You asked suspiciously, although you had a slight hint that you knew where this was going. And you couldn’t help but feel giddy over it.

“B-because you brighten up my day!” At first, Midoriya said it so fast you couldn’t catch what he said, but when it had finally processed in your mind, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest. You couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable. However, you tried your best not to show it outright, but it may have been evident by the bashful giggle you let out.

But before you could even give him a proper reply, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, and Midoriya froze. People were about to swarm the hallways in an attempt to rush back to their classes. They would fall witness to the awkward situation the two of you were in, and Midoriya didn’t know if he was ready for that.

But he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and he watched with a confused gaze as you looked behind him, scanning the crowd of students coming your way before looking back at him. You give him an even brighter smile, before grabbing Midoriya’s hand and running away, shocking hand.

“(Y-y/N)??” Midoriya asked, stuttering. They jogged through the hallways leisurely, but that wasn’t what Midoriya was focusing on. Instead, his eyes strayed straight to where your hands were connected, and he could feel his heart run a million miles per minute. It almost felt like a dream come true.

“Sorry,” you called from behind you, giving him an apologetic grin. “But we’re going to be late, and for sure, we don’t want Aizawa-sensei to get mad at us, don’t we?” And it was true. Their homeroom teacher’s wrath was something that frightened Midoriya to the core, but even that couldn’t phase him.

Because Midoriya Izuku was holding hands with his crush.

And that was enough to plaster a stupid, love-struck smile on his face the whole day.

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“I can’t believe that didn’t work!” Inori groans into Midoriya’s pillow, kicking her legs onto the bed in frustration. “She usually loves it when you drop pick-up lines,” she says, pouting as she sits up, hugging the pillow to her chest.

“Maybe my pick-up line was bad?” Midoriya proposed, feeling himself cringe at the memory of what happened.

“No,” Inori denies, “It was good! You should have seen that small smile on her face! I just know she liked it. She’s just playing hard to get!” She exclaimed, plopping back unto the mattress, sighing.

“Oh,” Midoriya mumbled, trailing off. But that didn’t stop the giddiness from forming within him. All throughout the day, he kept glancing back to his hand, reminiscing the moment when you had dragged him through the school hallways on the way back to your classroom.

It felt surreal to him, something that he would have never imagined to happen. But with the added fact that Inori claimed that she actually liked the embarrassing pick-up line he told? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

But that thought was slightly erased from his mind when he felt his face get smacked by the soft, fluffiness of his pillow. It was then that he realized that Inori had thrown his pillow, full force towards him, and if it wasn’t for his high pain tolerance, he would have complained of how much it had hurt.

“Focus, will you!” Inori pouted, giving Midoriya a half-hearted glare. “I know you’re whipped for (Y/N), and you want to spend the whole night thinking of what happened today, but we have to go through with Plan B!”

“Plan B?” Midoriya asked, confused. Although he was also a little bit flustered from getting caught red-handed of what he planned to do the whole night.

“Plan B!” Inori exclaimed, glaring at him as if she expected him to know every single detail of her elaborate plan to get her dense parents together. “You know, that plan?”

Midoriya flushes, stuttering out incoherent phrases of denial and disbelief. If spitting out pick up lines was terrible for him, then this was definitely ten times worse. He couldn’t even fathom himself doing something like this.

“A-are you sure about that plan?” Midoriya asks. “Cause I’m not sure about it…”

“Don’t worry about it, Izuku-kun!” Inori reassures, giving him a bright smile. “It will be over before you know it!”

“That’s easy for you to say!” This time it’s Midoriya’s turn to pout, finding himself turning red every time he thought of executing Plan B.

“But that’s exactly the point!” Inori exclaims, grinning. “It’s not me who’s doing it, it’s you!” And Midoriya groans, because he has no idea how exactly he was going to survive tomorrow.

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Midoriya really doesn’t know how in the world he was going to survive this day.

He kept staring back and forth from his hand towards (Y/N) throughout the morning. Every time he did, his mind would wander to the possibilities that would happen once he executed Plan B, and he couldn’t help but become flustered every time.

It had gone to the point where even Bakugo noticed, his blonde frenemy spouting profanities at him to ‘get his act together’ which in Bakugo language meant ‘are you okay?’ Years and years of being with the aggressive man had made Midoriya slightly immune to his words, although that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

But now it was finally time for hero training. Usually, this would have been his favorite time of the day. Not only would he get to be under the guide of his mentor and all-time idol All Might, but he would have the opportunity to train his quirk, which is always a blessing.

‘Woah,’ Inori echoes in his mind, snapping him out of his trance as he looks around his surroundings, wondering what exactly she was gawking at. ‘It’s All Might…’

Oh, Midoriya realizes. He hadn’t even thought of that.

It wasn’t a secret to Midoriya that All Might was beginning to get weak as time went on. After all, that was one reason he was trusted with his beloved quirk in the first place. However, the thought of a future without the number one hero wasn’t a future Midoriya had even imagined.

‘Yeah,’ Midoriya says, smiling softly. ‘That’s him.’

‘Man, he’s taller than I thought,’ Inori swoons. Midoriya can almost imagine how her eyes sparkle and shimmer in admiration at such a great figure, and honestly, Midoriya could relate, hard.

‘But that’s beside the point,’ Inori says, snapping out of her own trance. ‘Are you ready to do this?’ The memory of what exactly he was supposed to do during that time crept up onto his head once more, and he had to bury his face in his hands to hide the redness of his cheeks from his classmates.

‘Oh come on,’ Inori teases gleefully. ‘It’s not like you don’t want to do it, Izuku-kun! What’s got you all shy?’

‘Actually doing it!’ Midoriya retorts, groaning into his hands, which catches a few of his classmates’ attention, but they pay him no mind.

‘Awe,’ Inori coos. ‘It’s alright, Izuku-kun! You can do it!’

‘Easy for you to say,’ Midoriya mumbles back, choosing to tune in to All Might’s words. Usually, the pro hero would have prepared an elaborate training regimen for the young hero wannabes to work on. But on other days, he would have them partake on simple sparring matches to improve their combat ability. For Inori’s plan to work, All Might would have to make the class do the latter, and almost as if fate was doing its magic, he did.

‘I can’t believe it,’ Midoriya whispers in awe. ‘How did you know he would make us spar today?’

‘Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are,’ Inori replies, mouth gaping in awe at how well the plan was going. ‘But isn’t this a good thing?’ She exclaims, getting giddy. ‘Now, we can actually execute Plan B!’

Midoriya internally groans, feeling the dread of wanting to hide back in his dorm room and snuggle into his blankets rise from within him for what felt like the hundredth time that week. He had been hoping and praying that All Might would make them do a training exercise so he wouldn’t have to actually do it. But who knows what double back-up plans Inori had up her sleeves? For all he knew, the plan that had to do with the training regiment could have been worse than what he had to do in a simple spar.

‘—zuku-kun?’ Inori asked gently, shaking him free from his thoughts. ‘You have to make a move now, you know? Before someone else asks to be her partner.’

Midoriya groans again, feeling the nerves get to him. He usually wouldn’t mind asking anyone to spar with him. However, because he had an underlying motive to sweep you off your feet, it made him a thousand times more nervous. Which honestly made him look like a shaking duck in the middle of a lake.

‘I can’t do this,’ Midoriya says, wanting to back out. ‘How in the world can I do this?’

‘Because you’re Midoriya Izuki!’ Inori reassures, encouraging him. ‘You can definitely do this!’

‘But—‘

“—Midoriya-kun?” The two stop their banter, and Midoriya stares with shock, practically gaping at the sight of you in front of him, your gentle smile lighting up his dark atmosphere.

“Do you want to spar with me?” You ask, hopefully. “I kind of want to improve my defense skills, and I think your quirk can help me do that!” You exclaim happily, but then retract from your sudden outburst to give him a bashful smile.”Unless you already have a sparring partner. If you do, I can just ask someone els—“

“No No No, I’ll spar with you!” Midoriya blurts out instinctively, the brains in his head churning as he finally realizes what he said and he flushes red once more, internally scolding himself for seeming like a fool in front of you.

“Oh, that’s great!” You smile happily, the smile reaching all the way to your eyes, so much so that it makes Midoriya release his own giddy and love-struck smile, which has Inori snickering from within him.

‘You’re so whipped,’ She says, catching him off guard. ‘But I’m surprised that she actually approached you first Izuku-kun! Looks like you don’t have to make the first move after all!’

Midoriya nods, which you take a sign as to begin the sparring match. You jog a few meters away from him, eyes turning into slits as you zoned into concentration. Midoriya could recognize that look in your eye any time of any day. It was one of the things he had always admired about you. One minute you could be a sweet and compassionate teenager and friend, the next, you were a strong and intimidating hero in training. The duality never failed to leave him in awe.

On instinct, his hand lifts up in defense, and it’s only then that Midoriya realizes that he had been zoning out. You had used that to your advantage, choosing to strike at that moment. Your offense was commendable, and Midoriya was sure that if it weren’t for the protection, he was wearing, that attack would have left a nasty bruise. But he smiles, landing a counterattack to your physique while you retreated from him. However, it made him cringe slightly, his inner self not wanting to hurt you.

And so, the two of you went back and forth with your sparring, landing blow after blow to each other. It was as if the two of you were getting lost into the battle, not caring about anything except for the fight the two of you were engaging in. To a stranger, one might think that there was some bad blood going on between the two of you, but to the rest of class 1-A, they could easily tell how much fun the two of you were having, as evident by the bright smiles on your faces.

It was so natural that Midoriya completely forgot why he was nervous about sparring with you in the first place. Blow after blow, the two of you went after each other, without a care in the world. Inori watched through Midoriya’s eyes, shell-shocked in awe. She had seen the two of you fight against each other countless times in her life, but seeing it through the eyes of Midoriya was a completely different ordeal.

And because it was so natural, the actual plan that Inori had prepared came naturally, too. As she watched what transpired in front of her, she couldn’t tell if it was embedded into Midoriya’s brain, or fate indeed was playing its part in making this plan come to life. But either way, the results were marvelous.

It happened in the spur of the moment. The two of you being so immersed in your battle that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. However, with Midoriya’s quick wit, he was able to notice that as you retreated, you were about to be hit by one of Aoyama’s blasts. But like the true hero he was, and out of genuine concern for your well-being, Midoriya pushed you away, pinning you down in the process.

Inori internally squealed from where she watched, happy that at least in some way, the plan had been executed, and in a way that was way better than she had ever imagined as well. The two of you were on the ground, Midoriya above you, pinning you down, while you stared at each other, seemingly shocked.

Midoriya had never felt his heartbeat so fast in his life. The adrenaline was rushing through him, and as he stared at your wide, confused, and curious eyes, he couldn’t help but feel as if this moment was totally worth it. Internally, he thanked Aoyama for accidentally sending that blast your way. Although it might have gotten you hurt, at least it gave him an excuse to execute the plan naturally.

You were beautiful, Midoriya realized as he took in your figure that lay under him. So beautiful, in fact, that you practically rivaled even the brightest of stars in his eyes. He felt the warmth rush throughout him, yet this time, he couldn’t find it in himself to be flustered. He just wanted to take you in, to relish the beauty in having you in his arms, safe and sound, out of harm’s way.

On the other hand, you were also feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The realization that you had almost been hit by a blast had you scolding yourself for not paying proper attention to your surroundings. But that thought only lingered for a small moment, your focus shifting to the way Midoriya looked, or more like stared at you.

His gaze was heavy, and you couldn’t help but feel so small under it, but not in a bad way. The way his arms secured you in its hold and the way his muscular body towered over you oddly made you feel safe and protected, even if you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself. It was a new feeling, but in no way was it bad.

However, you couldn’t stay that way forever. People would begin to get the wrong idea.

So, cheekily, you grin up at him, and Midoriya was unable to react because he was too distracted with the sight of you, although you didn’t know that. You gently reached up to him, using his distracted state to your advantage and quickly turning the tables to pin him down instead, causing a shock to run through Midoriya, who had not expected that at all.

“That’s what you get for letting your guard down, Midoriya-kun,” you teased softly, grinning down at him. Midoriya blinked, trying to process what exactly had happened before he laughed, as an attempt to cover up the apparent blush on his cheek.

He couldn’t believe this was happening at all. Seeing the honest look in your eyes made him feel so much warmth that Midoriya could have never imagined himself feeling. You were looking at him with such a fond, yet playful gaze that Midoriya didn’t know what to do.

However, he could only follow you silently when you quickly stood up after realizing the position the two of you were in. Dusting the dust of your training clothes before offering a hand to Midoriya, who enthusiastically took it, hoisting himself up to his feet and brushing the dust off his own clothes.

“Thanks for the spar, Midoriya-kun,” you said after a moment of silence. “That was one of the greatest ones yet!” Midoriya could feel his heart soaring at her praise, glad that she enjoyed it, despite how hard it might have been,

But, in the act of shock, you look behind Midoriya, spotting a mop of red and white hair standing alone in the corner, and another house blinds you. Todoroki Shoto.

“Todoroki-kun,” you call, beginning to head towards him. Not before you said goodbye to Midirya with a gentle wave, before jogging up excitedly to the red and white-haired teen, who had casually agreed to become your next sparring partner, with no knowledge of what had just happened.

Midoriya could feel his heart clench in sadness and pain at the sight, wanting nothing more than to pull you back into his presence so the two of you could spar again. But, he couldn’t be selfish. He had no reason to be selfish in this scenario. Mostly when it was him who was trying to make things work, not you.

So he watched with a fake smile as you walked off, wishing nothing more than to be his best friend at the moment.

Though, he still couldn’t forget the feeling of your gentle touch against his own hands. Hich only reassured him slightly as he saw you and Todoroki spar.

And he wondered why he was feeling like this.

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“—can’t believe that actually happened!” Inori exclaimed giddily as Midoriya absentmindedly made his way back to the dorms. “You should have seen the look on her face, Izuku-kun! She was totally head over heels for you!”

Midoriya tried to smile, to match her constant enthusiasm, but it just wasn’t working. He couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy life, and hang out with other people when the continuous thought of you choosing Todoroki over him crossed his head.

He knew it was a stupid thought, and you only did it out of the kindness of your own heart, which if Midoriya were to admit, he would have done the same as well. It caused a painful clench in his chest, and an array of painful memories and harmful thoughts to cloud his head.

“We just need one more plan, Izuku-kun,” Inori declares, slamming her fist into her palm. “One more plan to get her head over heels in love with you, and before you know it, the two of you will be the hottest couple U.A. had ever seen?”

As Inori rambled on and on about how excited she was for the final phase of their plan, Midoriya couldn’t help but feel guilt and shame eat him up from the inside.

And he knew precisely why.

The persistent image of you and Todoroki ending up together was too much for his poor heart to handle. He wanted to cry at the thought of one of his closest friends getting together with his crush, knowing full well that he had a crush on her as well. It was awful, and seemed like an act of betrayal to Midoriya, but who was he kidding?

Who was he to stop you and Todoroki from going on a date? He definitely knew about your crush on his stoic heartthrob of a friend. Often, when the class would have round table discussions for English, and the three of you were to be grouped with one another, he would find you sneaking glances towards Todoroki discreetly, or so you thought. It had never really bothered him that much, and he was content with watching from afar.

Until now, that is.

“Hey, Inori?” Midoriya asks, stopping the over-excited girl from her rambles. She stopped, quickly looking at him from her side view before humming in response.

“I think we should cancel this whole thing,” Midoriya says sadly, shocking Inori. He doesn’t hear a response from her, and he doesn’t dare look up from where his eyes were, choosing to keep them focused on the cemented floor. He doesn’t see how Inori gapes in confusion and hurt, shocked that Izuku would say such a thing.

“What are you talking about?” She asks softly, which is so unlike her, and it makes Midoriya cringe. He takes in a big sigh, however, before speaking his mind. “I just don’t think she’ll ever love me, Inori, much more give me a chance. Did you see the way she was hanging around Todoroki-kun? She obviously likes him more. And to be honest, they look absolutely adorable togeth—“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“What?” Midoriya blurts out, confused. He hears nothing for a while, but patiently waits for Inori’s overly excited voice to flood his mind, but gets nothing, which confuses him entirely.

“Inor—“

All of a sudden, he gets turned around and feels a stinging pain on his cheek. It doesn’t take Midoriya long to figure out that he had just been slapped by Inori, who had run all the way from his dorm room to where he was now, despite the dangers of being caught looming over her. Her eyes were wide with betrayal and distraught, and Midoriya swore he had never seen anyone look at him like that before.

“Are you serious?” She asks, and Midoriya feels shivers run down his spine at how calm she sounded. She stares at him for a while, trying to see if there was any sign of him joking or pulling a prank on her because in no way was this funny at all. When she sees nothing but absolute sincerity in his eyes, Inori could feel her heartbreak. Still, she stays calm, grabbing Midoriya’s hand and dragging him along.

“Hey,” Midoriya exclaims, shocked. “Where are we going?”

“Shut up and follow me.” Is all Inori says, and Midoriya keeps his lips sealed, choosing to match his pacing with hers as they walk through the area, passing a few shops along the way before ending up in a nearby park.

The park was empty, devoid of any life, and Midoriya supposed that was probably due to how much people found it unsafe, seeing as it was so close to U.A. where so many villains attacked. Who knows when one random villain could decide to attack the nearby park just to provoke the heroes?

Inori continues to drag him along until they reached a secluded spot within the park. It was surrounded by tall trees. If Midoriya were being honest, he could consider that place as a pretty good hiding spot, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

When they arrived, Inori lets go of Midoriya’s hand harshly before glaring at him. Her eyes showed so much malice and hate that it catches Midoriya off guard because he doesn’t know what he did wrong. As far as he knew, he was just being honest and transparent with what he felt because he didn’t want to subject himself to any heartbreak.

“I-inori?” He asks softly. Hopefully, she would say anything to break the silence, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stares at him for a couple more minutes, eyes boring into his as if they were directly glaring into his soul. It made Midoriya feel so naked and exposed that he didn’t know what to do.

That is until Inori stretches out her hand and gestures him to do the same. At first, Midoriya is confused, not knowing what exactly she wanted him to do. But, when she repeats the same action, urging him to hold her hand again, he complies. Shakily reaching out his hands for her to take.

He watches as Inori closes her eyes and takes a couple of breaths before a small light begins to form from where there two hands meet. Midoriya observes in slight awe and concern as the light grows bigger and bigger and starts to envelop the two of them, which alarms him.

“I-inori?” He asks frantically. “What are you doing?”

He was afraid that she wasn’t going to say anything and would continue to give him the silent treatment like she had been doing. But, to his surprise, she huffs, one of her cheeks puffing up with air as she gives him a pout and a small glare.

He expected her to scream at him to temporarily blind him with some impressive support skill that her brother Inosuke had lent to her. But what she says next is something Midoriya could have never expected at all.

“I’m taking you to the future,” she says with a playful smirk, and Midoriya blinks, not entirely understanding her words.

“Wait wha—“ he screams in surprise, as he is suddenly lifted in the air, rambling about how this was a bad idea or that she should stop right now because who knows what could happen, but it was too late.

They were already gone.

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When Midoriya comes to, he feels like barfing.

He finds himself on his stomach, amongst some soft grass. When he remembers what had just happened, he quickly scrambles up to his feet, nervously looking around for where Inori was, only to find her standing directly in front of him, amused.

“Why did you suddenly do that?” He asks, perplexed. Seeing the amused smile on her lips lights a fire in Midoriya, something that he can’t quite explain to himself either. “Do you know how dangerous this is? We could easily change the course of time, of history itself! What were you thinking, bringing me to the future?”

Inori rolls her eyes, running a hand through her green hair before sighing. “Doofus,” she scolds. “Don’t you think I already did that by traveling to the past and meeting you?”

Oh, Midoriya realizes she was right. He visibly relaxes something that Inori was glad to see but still keeps his guard up. He was in unfamiliar territory, and who knows what might have changed over time. He had to tread carefully, even if he was with someone who could help him from doing so.

“Where are we anyway?” Midoriya asks, taking his surroundings in. They seemed to be in a city of some sort, and Midoriya could see the city lights and buildings from all over, and he marveled them in awe.

“My house,” Inori giggles, giving him a small smile. Midoriya blinks, not believing what she had just said. When he sees her reaction, Inori laughs before grabbing Midoriya by the shoulders and turning him around, and Midoriya could feel his jaw drop.

He was standing in front of a modernized house, which obviously screamed rich. It was a big house, not to the point where one could call it a manor. But it was in between a townhouse and a mansion, and Midoriya could only admire the size of it.

“T-this can’t be,” Midoriy denies, slowly backing away. “W-what if I— your parents get home or are home? This could cause so many problems. What do we do if that happened? Oh God, I’m not ready to face the consequences fo—“

“Relax, Izuku-kun,” Inori gently says, hands clasping his shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about mom and dad being home. They’re on a mission in Okinawa and won’t be back for a while, so don’t worry!”

At this, Midoriya comes to a halt, processing Inori’s words. His shoulders relax, and a soft look glazes over his features.

“Oh,” he says, feeling sadness and pity overwhelm him.

“Are they always out on missions?” He asks timidly, glancing at Inori. He watches her warily from the corner of his eyes. The way her shoulders drooped slightly, and her eyes glossed from the question, didn’t fail to escape his vision, and he felt terrible for putting her on the spot like that.

However, with a soft sigh, Inori looks at him with a solemn gaze, before nodding. “They are, but I don’t really mind,” you say, giving him a small smile. “They’re heroes after all. They have a duty to the people, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but how can I complain when they’re literally out there saving lives, you know? That would be selfish of me.”

Midoriya stays silent, not knowing what to say. But with a determined gaze, he clasps Inori’s hand onto his own, looking into her softened eyes with his own passionate ones.

“But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that they left you alone for such a long time!” He exclaims. “What was my future self doing, thinking that it’s okay to leave his children alone without their parents for so long. It’s unacceptable!”

Inori stares at Midoriya with bewildered eyes, taking in his sudden outburst with surprise before laughing wholeheartedly at his sentiments.

“Wow, Izuku-kun,” Inori says, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I didn’t know you could be such a sap,” she teases, which causes Midoriya to blush in denial.

“But you don’t have to worry too much, although I appreciate it,” she mutters softly. “I know that my parents love me. They never fail to show it even if they’re hundreds of miles away,” she gives him a reassuring smile, which eases the worries in Midoriya’s heart.

They stay silent for a while until Inori finally snaps out of her blue gaze and flashes Midoriya a small smile. “We’re getting off track,” she mentions, releasing her hold on Midoriya and urging him to follow her inside the house.

“What about Inosuke?” Midoriya mutters softly, still wary that they might get caught. Inori shrugs him off as if it weren’t a big deal. “Don’t worry about him. Knowing him, he’s probably locked up in his room, working on a new invention again.”

Right, Midoriya remembers, Inori’s brother, his future son, was a genius inventor. He was slightly tempted to head over to wherever he was to meet the man behind the genius contact lenses that the two had been using to communicate and execute Inori’s plans. But he held back, knowing that would cause a whole other hotpot of problems that he didn’t need to involve himself in.

“Why did you bring me here, anyway?” Midoriya asked as Inori gestured him to sit down on the island seat. She sits beside him before giving him a pointed look. “The same could be said for you,” she accuses lightly. “Why do you think we should cancel the whole thing?”

It was then that Midoriya remembers what had triggered her small outburst to lead him to the future in the first place, his sudden declaration to back out on the plan. Mostly when they were so close to the finish line. He tensed up, visibly uncomfortable as he remembered all the insecurities that plagued his mind and gave a heavy burden on his heart.

Inori, who had noticed the visible change that Midoriya had undergone, placed a comforting hand over his, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Izuku-kun. Take your time.”

Midoriya took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves down. He looked Inori in the eyes, although his gaze was full of insecurities.

“It’s just,” he begins, “I don’t think (Y/N) would ever like me, that’s all.” Inori raises her eyebrow at his statement, confused as to why he would come to that conclusion.

“Why do you say that?” She asks gently, to assure Midoriya that he wasn’t forced to say anything.

Midoriya lets out a burdensome sigh, feeling the heaviness in his heart resurface. Still, he wills himself to speak, to let it all out. Knowing that it would be for his better good.

“S-she has a crush on Todoroki-kun, you know?” He brings up, sighing once more. “And with the way she always looks happier when she’s with him… I just think she’s better off with Todoroki-kun. He’s way more handsome than I am… and I’m sure that he would take care of her a thousand times better than I ever co—“

“Now let me stop you right there,” Inori says, internally horrified at his words. “Do you even hear yourself, Izuku-kun? How can you let yourself think that?”

Midoriya stared at Inori, not knowing what to say. He was way inferior to Todoroki when it came to the social aspect of life for all he knew. And he couldn’t burn the image of you going up to him happily and leaving him behind. It had been too much for his heart to bear, and the two of you weren’t even together at all.

Inori sighed, noticing that he wasn’t taking the hint at all. After recollecting her thoughts, she looked Midoriya dead in the eye before speaking. “Look Izuku-kun. I don’t know what exactly made you think that way, but I can assure you that (Y/N) is way happier when she’s with you. I mean, did you see the way she just shined when the two of you were sparring? The way you shined?”

Midoriya was taken aback, falling silent as he absorbed what Inori was saying. He never thought of it that way. Had you really been that happy to spar with him? Just as much as he had been overjoyed to spar with you? Was it really true?

“It was obvious to everyone in that room that the two of you were made for each other. I mean, the fact that I’m alive is proof of that Izuku-kun! In case you somehow lost the information somewhere inside your head, I’m your daughter Izuku-kun. And I’m not just your daughter, I’m both yours and (Y/n)’s daughter. And not only me, Inosuke is too! The two of us were born out of your love for each other. So don’t you ever doubt that.”

Midoriya didn’t know what to say. He was stunned to silence, wholly baffled and shocked by what you had to say. He could see the sincerity in your eyes—the pure, raw, determination to get your message across to his insecurity-riddled head. The words sank into him, worming its way into his heart, but before he could fully process it and answer you back, the sound of the lock turned, and the two of you turned your head towards the front door.

“Shit,” Inori curses, grabbing Midoriya’s hand before dragging him underneath the couch. “Why are they home early?”

“What do you mean?” Midoriya says, only to be silenced by Inori. “Who’s they?” He whispers.

“My parents,” She hisses back, eyes trailing to the door, with an agitated breath. “As in the future, you and (Y/N)?”

Midoriya could feel heart leap out of his chest at the realization that they were so close to getting caught and by his future self no less. The two stay quiet, praying to whoever was out there that they wouldn’t get caught from underneath the couch.

“Inori, Inosuke, we’re home!” A feminine voice called out, and Midoriya realized that the voice belonged to you, well future you, to be exact. “Love,” a masculine voice spoke this time, which Midoriya discovered to be his own. “The kids are probably asleep. It is past midnight, after all.”

“Oh, you’re right, silly me,” you reply, a soft giggle in your voice. Midoriya and Inori watch with batted breaths as your footsteps pass the couch, plopping down at the island seat where Inori just sat while future Midoriya sat on the other.

“Geez,” you say, and Midoriya can literally hear the pout on your voice. “Don’t those two know how to put dirty dishes on the sink?” Future Midoriya laughs, and they watch as he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the crook of your neck.

“Let them be love, they’re children after all,” you turn around, giving him a small glare. “Stop being so soft on them Zuzu, how are they going to be responsible adults at this rate?” You whine, another pout forming on your face, and Midoriya watches as his future self laughs heartily at your comment. He can see the way his future self holds so much love in his eyes, as he gives you a loving kiss.

Midoriya thinks, as he watches the two of you cuddle each other, that it’s a strange feeling. Both of you looked so happy, so in love. Something he would have never imagined to have happened at all if it weren’t for Inori dragging him al the way here. He felt like he was invading such a tender moment between the two of you. Still, when he looks over at Inori, he sees her face blossom into a gentle smile of her own, eyes filled with so much pride and admiration. It’s then that Midoriya realizes how inconsiderate he was being.

How could he say something like not believing in (Y/N)’s love in front of Inori? How could he say that to his own daughter? Now that he thought of it, it was utterly heartless of him, entirely selfish.

He delved deep into his thoughts, watching as the two of you moved around the kitchen, so happy and in love, despite the apparent weariness on your faces. It was a pure, innocent kind of love. A genuine love that Midoriya was sure would last a lifetime, well at least until as long as forever would give them. And if that was what the future would hold, then that was a future that Midoriya wanted for himself. And he would do anything to get it.

“Hey,” Inori whispers to Midoriya softly as the two of you hurry up the stairs into the room, closing all the lights in the process. “Come on, let’s go.” Midoriya nodded, following Inori’s lead as the two of them stealthily made their way out of the house, far from where anyone could see them.

And just like that, they disappeared into the night, with Midoriya leaving all the insecurities he was riddled with behind.

The determination to make you his replacing it.

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“Are you ready for this?” Inori asks, walking back and forth in Midoriya’s room, worried out of her mind. Usually, Midoriya would have been just as nervous as she would, muttering word after word, stressed out of his mind. But to Inori’s surprise, this time around, he was calm, thinking deeply to himself as he sat on the edge of his bed.

It was almost as if the two had gone through a reversal, which was weirding Inori out.

Midoriya’s silenced made Inori nervous because she knew that he wasn’t really like this. Seeing him, this calm and collected was beginning to stress her out, mainly because everything about her existence was riding on this moment, and she really hoped that everything was going to be okay.

“Izuku-kun,” Inori says once more, standing in front of him. “Are you really sure you can do this?”

Midoriya looks up at her, and Inori is shocked to see a passionate glint in his eye. It was so different from the other two attempts at winning your heart where Midoriya was a shy, insecure boy who had a massive crush on you. Now Inori could see Midoriya’s confidence and passion, and she knew deep within her heart that everything would be fine.

He didn’t even have to speak, but for some strange reason, she just knew that Midoriya had everything under control. She could recognize that look anywhere. Her father gave her that look whenever she got scared because of a horror movie or when she was feeling nervous because of the entrance exam for the U.A.

It was a look that told her that everything would be alright. And she couldn’t help but believe him right there and then.

“Okay,” Inori says, finally calming herself down. “I trust you.” She watches as Midoriya stands from the edge of the bed and starts heading towards his door with shaky breaths. Just as he’s about to turn the knob, she calls out to him.

“Hey, Izuku-kun?” He turns back to look at her, confused. But Inori can only offer him a nervous smile. “You can do it.” Midoriya smiles, a warmth forming in his chest. Unlike other times where her constant reassurance had little to no impact at all, her words, this time, encouraged him like no other, soothing the remaining nerves that had stayed within him. He nods with a determined gaze before heading out and into the common room to where you currently were.

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It was no secret that you were a lover of eating at the wee hours in the morning. Midnight snacks were your favorite thing in the whole wide world. And more often than not, Aizawa had caught you sneaking out beyond curfew, cooking up some steaming hot noodles, or making yourself a tasty meal. After a while, he had just shrugged it off, seeing as you weren’t going to do anything about it.

And just like every other night, you were in the kitchen, making yourself a simple Nutella sandwich, humming happily at the thought of soon having a delicious snack inside of your tummy.

Midoriya admired how you seemed to glow even under the dim shine of the kitchen lights that were surrounded by darkness. It made him fall harder for you at that moment. Much more when you suddenly turned around, only to jump in surprise at the sight of him staring fondly at you.

“Oh, Midoriya-kun,” you exclaimed, caught in surprise. Midoriya gave you a bashful grin, approaching you slowly, which you welcomed wholeheartedly, continuing to make yourself another Nutella sandwich. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” he says, standing beside you. “Just got hungry while studying, that’s all.” Your eyes seemed to brighten at that, looking at him excitedly as you offered him your recently made sandwich.

“Do you want one? They’re absolutely delicious!” The way your nose crinkles and your eyes turn into crescents make Midoriya feel all warm inside, and he begins to get overwhelmed with his feelings for you. He accepts your offer gratefully, taking a bite, which brings out a cute reaction from you, something that fills him with indescribable joy.

The two of you surround yourself in silence for a few more moments. You were continuing to spread Nutella on another slice of bread, while Midoriya continues to munch on his sandwich, contemplating how he would do this. But the more he thought it over, the more he found himself wanting nothing more than to just say it to you directly.

And that’s precisely what he did.

“Hey (Y/N)?” He asked, and you hummed in response, focusing on spreading the Nutella over the bread.

“I like you.”

Midoriya watches as you pause from your actions, looking up at him with a shocked gaze. He could see so many emotions swirl in your eyes, from surprise to disbelief, to pure and utter joy. He wanted nothing more than to pour his heart out to you.

“I like you so much that I don’t even know what to do with it,” he confesses, suddenly looking away from your gaze, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “Seeing you every day fills me with so much joy, you don’t even understand. I want to hold your hand, envelop you in all the hugs and kisses in the world and make you smile.” Midoriya finds the confidence to look back at you, wanting to show you how sincere he was.

“I like you (Y/N). Will you go out with me?”

You find yourself absolutely stunned by Midoriya’s confession, not knowing what to say. So many emotions were running through your mind. Shock, relief, and happiness, but at the same time, the feeling of love was beginning to bubble up from within you as well.

People had always assumed that you had a crush on Todoroki when that was hardly the case. If you were being honest, the one that truly had your heart in his hands was Midoriya and only Midoriya.

It was the small things. The way he would always wait for you when you were falling behind when heading towards the school bus. The way he would always give you your favorite carton of flavored milk every day without fail. It was the little things he did that made you a hundred percent sure that he was the one who had your heart.

So, of course, it went without saying that you would agree with him.

“Yes,” you say, a bright smile on your face, and Midoriya could feel his heart sour from that one simple word. “Yes,” your repeat bringing yourself to hug Midoriya around the waist, who enthusiastically embraced you back. “A million times, yes.”

The two of you celebrated your new relationship with a mini date in the kitchen, not caring at all if anyone would catch you because all that mattered was that the two of you were now together and wouldn’t have it any other way.

From the corner of his eye, Midoriya sees Inori spying on the two of you. He gives her a knowing look and a gentle smile, to which Inori happily replies with a thumbs up. It made her feel giddy inside. The sight of the younger version of her parents so happy on their relationship’s early stages caused an unexplainable warmth that bloomed in her chest. And she retired back to Midoriya’s room, happy and content.

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It was the next day, and Midoriya was feeling above cloud nine.

Everyone could notice the new development between the two of you. It was subtle at first, but soon the giddy gazes that you two shared in between classes, and the way your hands brushed amongst each other made it painfully evident for the whole of class 1-A.

They had congratulated the two of you, teases, and cheers were being thrown here and there as people celebrated the birth of a new power couple amongst their ranks. Heck, even Bakugo gave Midoriya a small glance of approval, his own way of showing how happy he was for him. However, he would never admit it out loud.

And now it was lunchtime.

Midoriya was enjoying his first lunch meal with you, feeling nothing but pure joy and happiness at the fact that the two of you were actually together. But from the corner of his eye, he saw Inori gesturing him to come over. And so with a confused nod, he excuses himself from the table, heading towards the hallway where Inori was waiting for him.

“What’s up?” He asks, looking at her with a questioning gaze. Inori smiles melancholically at him, before looking around to check their surroundings so she could give him a small hug, which catches him by surprise.

“Inori?” He asks, patting her back comfortably. He can hear her sniffle, and he begins to get alarmed, trying to figure out what was going on. “Why are you crying?”

“Cause it’s time to say, goodbye, idiot,” Inori says, pulling back and wiping the tears off her face. Midoriya pales at the realization, and sadness overcomes him at the thought of not seeing her anymore. Inori had become somewhat of a friend to Midoriya, and he wouldn’t have done any of this without her. He wouldn’t have been together with (Y/N) without her.

“Thank you,” he says softly. “For everything.”

Inori smiles before chuckling. “Why are you talking as if we aren’t going to see each other anymore? You’re literally going to watch me grow up, Izuku-kun! So don’t be sad!” Midoriya chuckles at that, nodding along with what she said silently.

The two look at each other for a few moments, basking in each other’s presence before Inori finally snaps out of her trance.

“I really have to go now,” She says as she sees you stand up from her vision. “I’ll see you soon, dad.”

Midoriya is shocked, unable to say anything as he watches her run away, but he feels pride swell from within him at her words. Wishing her well as she traveled back to where she belonged.

“Izuku?” You asked, walking up to him. “Are you okay?” Midoriya looks at you, smiling gently before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, sorry. Did I make you wait too long?”

And the two of you walked back into the cafeteria, ready to continue where you had left off, a lifetime of happiness waiting for you.