#iizuocha

Iida’s pale cheeks bloomed red, shocked by the ease with which she asked such a brazen and incriminating question. He knew she was smart, but he thought he’d been rather discreet about his feelings for his other best friend, the third to their little trio. “Wh-What?! H-How did you--?” Iida cut himself off quickly, cursing himself when he realized he’d given himself away.

“I knew it!” She exclaimed triumphantly, while Iida’s eyes laser-focused on the ground beneath his feet.

He willed the heat from his cheeks, ridiculously embarrassed at having been seen through so easily. It had been just over six months since Iida had first realized his feelings for Midoriya and the longing for the other boy had increased every day since, but he had yet to make a move. There were too many obstacles in his way; embarrassment, pride, the possibility of rejection, to name a few. 

But the worst obstacle of all was the girl seated to his left. She was so close to Iida that their hips were pressed comfortably together in a way that felt so familiar, so warm, so safe. It felt like home to Iida - really, everything about Uraraka did to him. She was beautiful and warm and strong and comforting and - he really, really liked her. Liked her as much as did Midoriya, which put him in a terrible position. He wanted them both.

“Was I really so obvious?” Iida asked, worry and panic setting in. If she’d recognized his feelings for Midoriya so easily, what was to say that she wasn’t aware of his feelings for her as well?

“No, not really; I just know the signs really well. After all, I like him too,” she sighed, that same casual nonchalance to her as before.

Iida’s square jaw fell open in shock and he retracted from her the slightest bit, just to get a good look into her face and see whether or not she was serious. And she was; he could tell immediately. Her lips - pink, soft, kissable - were set in a small smile, but her eyes were set and earnest.

“You - Uraraka, I -”

“H-Hold on, Iida, let me finish,” she said, biting her lip. Then, to Iida’s utter shock, she reached out and laid her calloused palm atop of her friend’s, bending her head to look down at them. Her hair fell into her face, obscuring it partially, but Iida could still see the adorable flush that had come to her cheeks as she looked down. “I-I like Deku, but I also like you,” she said softly, sheepish in a way that was entirely unlike her.

Once Iida had gotten over the initial shock of having the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen confess to him, his heart gave way to complete and utter happiness. A wobbly, embarrassed smile came to his lips, and before he could think better of it he’d reached out, gently sweeping a lock of silky brown hair away from her face to tuck it behind her ear. When she looked up, her mouth falling open in shock and her eyes blown wide, it was Iida’s turn to smile gently at her.

“I like you too,” he whispered, embarrassment and nervousness knitting together in the pit of his stomach. “I - I have for a while.”

Uraraka brightened, an ecstatic smile coming to her face. With a cry of happiness she leapt forward into Iida’s arms, flinging her arms around his shoulders and planting a kiss to his cheek.

“U - Uraraka!” Iida cried, the heat that had settled upon his cheeks rapidly spreading to the rest of his face. He brought his hands to her waist to steady her, simultaneously  embarrassed and overjoyed by the affectionate contact. “Th - this is inappropriate!”

Uraraka giggled and pulled back, slipping back into her seat. As her arms slipped off of Iida’s shoulders, she allowed one hand to slide down his arm and settle back at his hand, slipping her fingers into the slots between his as if they were meant to be there. “I’m sorry, Iida, I can’t help it when you do something cute like that!”

“Wh - I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Iida cried, his free hand slicing through the air frantically as if to emphasize his embarrassment.

“See?! You’re being cute right now!” Was Uraraka’s gleeful response, carefree laughter cutting into her words.

Despite his bashfulness, Iida felt the need to make Uraraka aware of his affection as well. “N-Not as cute as you!” He said quickly, red-faced as he spit the words out in what he was sure was anything but charming, but still had Uraraka flushing red and planting a kiss to his cheek once more.

When she pulled back, her gaze softened and she let out a dreamy sigh. “Now we just have to get Deku!”

“You want to tell Midoriya?” Iida asked, gaping.

“Of course! Do you?”

Iida ducked his head, flustered. “I-I do, I just… I thought I was strange for wanting the three of us to be together…”

“Not at all!” Uraraka exclaimed. “I think it’s great! We both want Deku, don’t we? We just have to make sure he wants us too!”

Iida nodded. “So how do we do that?”

Exactly one week later, Uraraka and Iida approached Midoriya with their hands clasped together between them. In Iida’s free hand he held a bouquet of daisies, and in Uraraka’s were three tickets to the movie theater.

Midoriya’s face lit up as his friends approached, but when his eyes fell upon their joined hands his happy expression melted into confusion. “Uraraka, Iida! A - Are you two…?”

Uraraka nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! We talked last week,” she said cheerfully. “Sorry we didn’t tell you earlier, Deku, we just had to talk some things out first.”

“Oh,” Midoriya said before raising his eyes to their faces. “That’s okay. I’m so happy for you two!” He exclaimed, his smile sincere but somewhat strained, unlike the sunny smiles which he usually presented them with. “S - So, what are you doing here?” He asked, his eyes flitting between the movie tickets and flowers.

Iida cleared his throat nervously, reassured slightly when Uraraka squeezed his hand. “W - Well, we wanted to talk to you. You see, Midoriya… Uraraka and I like each other, but we also like you.”

Midoriya’s face went blank for a moment. Then, pure and unadulterated shock slipped onto his face and his lips - chapped, red, entirely too tempting - fell open. “Wh - Wha -”

“Which is why we’d like to take you to the movies tonight, our treat!” Uraraka exclaimed, cheeks flushed red and smile wobbly and nervous.

Midoriya’s bright, enthralling green eyes flickered between the faces of his two best friends with equal parts incredulity and excitement. “B - Both of you?” He asked tentatively. “You want - all three of us, together?”

“Yes,” Iida nodded stiffly. “Uraraka and I have determined that pursuing a relationship between the three of us is the most agreeable course of action,” he said, his cheeks burning red in an echo of the redness that had stained his cheeks when confessing to Uraraka.

Midoriya stared at them silently. Seconds ticked by.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then, Midoriya’s lips began to wobble, red pouring onto his delightfully freckled cheeks. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes and a delighted smile came to his face.

“Yes!” Shouted Midoriya enthusiastically. “I - I’ve so worried! I thought I was going crazy trying to choose between you two, I - ! I wanted you both! I can’t believe - !” He cut himself off as happy tears began to spill rapidly, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he began to wipe them away.

Uraraka giggled. “Aww, Deku, don’t cry!” She exclaimed teasingly, although she too felt happier than ever knowing that she would get to be with both of her best friends. She stepped forward, tugging Iida with her as a result of their joined hands, and pulled Midoriya into her.

Flushing red, Iida followed in suit, letting go of her hand in order to wrap his arms around both Uraraka and Midoriya. He held them for only a moment before his embarrassment got the best of him and he released them, stepping back. To his surprise, he didn’t get very far before Midoriya had reached out, taking his hand. Uraraka reached out and captured Midoriya’s other hand in hers, effectively sandwiching him between the two.

Both she and Iida shared matching smiles of delight when Midoriya’s freckled cheeks went scarlet and he turned his face to the ground, flustered.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” Midoriya asked sheepishly.

“Believe me, I was asking the same question,” Iida laughed, gazing down at his partners affectionately.

“Isn’t obvious? Because we’re perfect for each other!” Exclaimed Uraraka cheerfully, looking meaningfully between the two.

Midoriya laughed happily and squeezed both of hands wrapped around his calloused, scarred ones. “So, when does the movie start?”