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Now was as good a time as any to confess his feelings. Kirishima was a bit nervous as he watched you sit with Jirou and Momo. There was no reason to be nervous. Why wouldn’t you want to date the red-headed boy? He was handsome, strong, outgoing and kind. That’s what he kept telling himself. He took a deep breath and marched right up to the group of desks that were all beside each other. “Hey, Kiri, what’s up?” You smiled, causing the other two girls to look up. Uh-oh. They were both staring at him. Bad idea. Kirishima gulped, then looked back to you. “(Y/n)-chan, you’re really cute and smart and strong and it makes my day seeing you.” Kirishima started. Your face was starting to heat up with each kind word. “I really like you, like more than a friend and I want you to be my girlfriend to go on dates with.” Kirishima finished, feeling his heart swell with pride for the brave act. At this point, several people in the class were staring and you started to feel more and more anxious with all of their eyes. Kirishima? Confessing to you? He was such a popular and outgoing person. You had expected him to ask someone like Mina or Ochako. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to come up with an answer to his statement. Kirishima didn’t even ask you out. He just bluntly stated that he wanted to date you. “Kirishima, sit down. Class is starting.” The air became thicker as Aizawa came into the class, meaning that the lesson was going to start. Kirishima looked between you and him before awkwardly walking back to his seat. You were still in awe at what happened, not able to focus on anything you had to learn. The class was the same way, murmuring between everyone. Momo and Jirou pretended like nothing happened, taking out their notebooks. Kirishima was pouting all of class. That look on your face didn’t exactly scream happiness. It was more shock. What if you didn’t actually like him? What if he was just your friend? His mind was starting race when a finger tapped his shoulder. Mina passed him a small piece of paper, which he unfolded under his desk. I want to be your girlfriend, too. A big, goofy grin spread on Kirishima’s face. He turned around in his seat to look back at you. You smiled a little through your blush and waved a little. He was about to do the same thing when he was interrupted. “Kirishima, stop fidgeting in your seat and pay attention.” Aizawa scolded. “You’re more fidgety than usual.” He muttered, going back to the lesson plan. Kirishima tore off a piece of his paper and started writing. Let’s go out tomorrow after school. A real date. He folded the paper up and handed it to Mina to send it back to you. When you unfolded it, a stupid smile was on your face. I’d like that. Your choice.You wrote back. Kirishima was practically bouncing in his seat. You liked him back. This meant that you could date and hold hands and kiss and all those romantic things. He grinned just imagining being able to call you his girlfriend. And now he could. As awkward as that confession was.

Aizawa sighed, making his way to his own classroom. He was more than late due to the meeting running long and his lack of enthusiasm to actually teach a class of teenagers. He paused when he heard laughing from the classroom and a familiar voice. “He talks in his sleep?” Someone exclaimed. “All the time.” You laughed. “You should hear him. Damn those kids. Stop hitting each other.” You tried to mimic his voice. “He thinks about you guys all the time.”“(Y/n).” Aizawa announced his presence as he walked into the classroom. “What are you doing here?” He asked, noting you sitting on his desk. “Oh, you forgot some things at home, so I figured I’d drop them off since I don’t have work today.” You smiled at him. Aizawa glared at his class. “Don’t humor them.” He murmured, looking at the coffee and food. “Thank you, though.” He nodded, taking a sip of coffee. “Do I get a kiss before I leave?” You asked, getting up from the desk. Aizawa glanced around the quiet classroom at all the hopeful looks in his student’s eyes. He quickly pecked your lips. “Now go home and rest. I’m sure all the stairs are a pain.” Aizawa didn’t want his kids to see him so sweet. “Don’t worry.” You smiled, leaving the classroom. “See you at dinner. And it was nice meeting you all.” You waved at the class before leaving. There was a moment of silence as Aizawa dared anyone to speak about it. “So, I heard you think about us a lot.”“Shut up and open your textbooks.”

“Woah, that’s pretty awesome. Where’d you get a sword? The school lets you keep it here?” You asked, kneeling on Tokoyami’s bed as you admired the sword that he had hanging up on his wall. “It was a gift.” Tokoyami quickly said. He didn’t want to admit that he got it at a garage sale and played out scenarios in his head with it. “Pretty awesome gift. Do you ever practice with it? Like, sword fighting?” You asked in interest, sitting down on his dorm bed. “Sometimes.” Tokoyami murmured. The truth of the matter was that he had a whole other world built up in his head based off of owning this sword. In this world he was a dark prince, carrying a sword of dark shadows. And you were his queen, ruling over the kingdom of shadows and always supporting him when he came home from battle. He even wrote all of it out, putting it into a comic form. He had drawn out his fantasy world and would sometimes act it out when no one was around. It was something that would kill him if anyone found out about it. He was certain you’d never find out about it, even if that was wrong. Tokoyami had left you alone in his dorm while he went to a study group and you couldn’t help but to snoop around a bit. That’s how you found his comics and writing. You sat on his bed reading the comics and fanfiction he wrote of an alternate universe. You smiled when you saw how he drew you out to be a queen. The comics and writing were cool and you wished Tokoyami would have told you about this. “Sorry that took long. I didn’t mean to leave you- what are you doing?” Tokoyami stopped when he noticed you holding the comic pages and looking back and forth between his fiction writing and the comics. You looked up. “Welcome, Prince of Darkness.” You teased, not knowing how sensitive Tokoyami was with his creation. “It’s not what you think. That’s.  .  .” He took the pages from you and put them back under his bed. “I understand if you think I’m weird or-”“You’re such a creative person!” You exclaimed, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Toko, I thought it was cool! And you flatter me.” You smiled, a light blush on your cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed of it.” You took his hand in your own. Tokoyami looked down, happy you couldn’t see the blush on his face from his feathers. “You thought it was cool?” He asked, quietly. “Yeah.” You cupped his face to look back up with you. “I’d be your queen any day.” You smiled, kissing his beak. “You don’t think it was weird? That I was drawing out comics with you in them?” Tokoyami asked, sitting on the bed with you. “I feel flattered that you put me in your comics? And this outfit,” you leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled the comic pages out again. “This outfit is badass. You also made my boobs look really nice.” You laughed a little, flipping to a page with you kissing him. “I thought most people would think this is stupid.” Tokoyami admitted. “Well, then they’re stupid.” You shook your head. “Anytime you want to share more of this stuff with me or have me dress up for you.” You smirked. “I’d be happy to do it.” Tokoyami was looking at his hands and glanced back up at you. “Is this a dream?” He asked. “I’m pretty real. Maybe this will convince you.” You leaned forward and kissed him as best as you could do. “My Dark Prince. It’s kinda catchy.” Tokoyami pulled you forward and wrapped his arms around you, happy that you shared an interest in something so special to him.

we did it dudes we’re getting help

- denki to spectre