‘mistle mistle’ (my turn pls?)
Send me ‘mistle mistle’ for our muses to be caught under a mistletoe. | accepting!
“ huh? what’s goin... ”
the classroom suddenly got quiet. everyone was looking at izuku, and he was left feeling confused. when he looked towards the side of him, he saw aoyama-- yes, aoyama out of all people holding something up. izuku’s eyes were brought to aoyama’s hand and there was he holding a mistletoe under him and ochaco.
it had seemed izuku’s skin had turned pale, as he turned to turned ochaco and she was staring right at him; he could read her expression as well, she was nervous and questioning this perhaps.
should I do it? would she... the question burned in his mind for what seemed like an eternity. he stared right into her eyes seemed he could see the whole galaxy-- the cute face she makes whenever she’s confused or shy, it just gets to him because it’s just so goddamn cute.
suddenly, his shy frown turned into a smile. while his cheeks were still a bright red as his body moved on its own, he put his hands on her hips. he took a sigh, he knew this was a long time coming, and he leaned in and touched her lips with his; he could feel how soft they were, and she was returning as well-- the feeling within izuku’s body was great: he was feeling love at full force.
he pulled back and stared right in her eyes. he could hear most of the class cheering in the background-- but that wasn’t important... she was important at the moment. izuku chuckled a little bit and said, “ yeah, I think it was about time. ”
