𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
|A/n: guess who’s Kiri aftercare fic flopped? Mineeeee. It was lowkey ass so here’s a Deku fic that’s also buns but I love him so it’s all I have rn 🧁
Izuku had a crush. A very big crush,on his boss. Not the kind that most coworkers normally jokingly talk about,this was a burning need to live a domestic life with you. Cook you breakfast and kiss you good morning- would you be a grump in the morning or have that soft smile he saw you try to hide when your family would call?
It make his heart swell,the idea of you being his and him being yours. He spent every day with you due to being his assistant and Izuku enjoyed it.
This morning he had arrived at 7am on the dot with your favourite coffee and a bag of your favourite candy. You thanked him and offered to pay him back to which he’d politely rejected,money would’ve been much less valuable in comparison to the gleam in your eye as you ate the candy and sipped to coffee.
He spent the rest of the morning sorting your weekly schedule and making runs for coffee. Izuku secretly fantasised about adding dates with him into the calendar,dinner at 7 (he knew you liked to eat dinner straight after work) or a movie night full of your favourite heart felt movies. The image of you eating a meal he’d home cooked brewed in his mind,spreading like water on the shore.
Once the evening arrived you’d began to pack up for the evening and had since told him he could go home early tonight with the soft smile he had carved into his memory. “Can I ask you something” he blurted,heart pounding and palms sweaty. “Sure go ahead” you replied as you shrugged your coat on. “It’s not against HR to ask a coworker on a date? If it is that’s fine I just really value my job and don’t wanna risk her job either” he tried hard to appear casual,as if he wasn’t trying to cushion the question with a small play on words acting like you weren’t the ‘she’. “No not if you inform HR as soon as you enter a relationship with the person” you reassured. With a deep breath he continued, “would you..would you maybe want to get dinner some time? It’s okay if not,it won’t affect my ability to work beside you if you don’t want to go on a date with me. I promise I’ll remain professional during work hours”
Little did he know that he would be adding your wedding anniversary dinner to the calendar a few years later,a small pleasure that warmed the tingling sparks in his veins every time he drove with you to work each morning and cooked you dinner each night…falling asleep breathing in the soft scent of your strawberry shampoo and kissing you good morning while you complain about having morning breath.
