#ojiro fluff

"Mental math is a hell of a thing," you insisted, reaching for it back, failing miserably. "Now give me my paper, you cheater!"

Ojiro deadpanned, holding the page above his head. "Not even Yomomo can do calculus in her head, dummy. I know you sure as hell can't."

"Are you calling me dumb, monkey boy?" You laughed, feigning offense.

"Yes," he answered without skipping a beat, tail snatching a small device from behind you. "Stop using your calculator, you'll never learn right. And you called me a cheater."

You blushed and reached out, falling against him as you reached past his shoulder to get the calculator back from his swishing tail. "C'mon, Oji, give it back!"

He simply chuckled at you wholeheartedly, shaking his head. "You might get the right answer now but you know you'll get points deducted for not showing your process," he rationalize, pushing you away by your shoulders, holding you at arm's length with a sympathetic smile. "Plus if you don't know how to solve the problems on your own, you're gonna fail all your tests."

"I hate you, you know that?" you grumbled, giving up slumping against him.

"No, you just hate when I'm right." he snickered, patting your back. "Which is all the time."

"Shut up..." you muttered into his shoulder, hiding your face. From the outside looking in, one might think you two were cuddling but that couldn't be further from the truth. You and Ojiro were just close friends- best friends even. Best friends could have moments like these. You could hide your face in his chest and he could wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer, whispering encouragement in your ear, and it isn't weird. Right? Surely not.

"C'mon you're smart, math just isn't your thing..." he soothed, rubbing your back gently. "You're just right-brained, that's all. Let's work on something else, yeah? We'll come back to this later. You'll be able to focus better after a break." You nodded against him, your fringe tussled against his shirt as you began to pull away, peering up at him. Heat rose to your cheeks, finding him already staring back with the kindest smile. Ojiro also blushed, gaze quickly shifting away as he cleared his throat. "H-How about we knock out that reading assignment?" he suggested sheepishly, shifting away from you to grab his bag.

"I forgot about that..." you muttered, doing the same. "Man, I don't wanna read a whole act in one night! Mic's officially lost the plot." He was relieved to hear you begin to rant about the unfair amount of homework you'd been given.

"It's not gonna be so bad, we already read act one in class, we just have to read act two now." He said, shaking his head at your theatrics. "We can take turns."

"Or we can just look up what happens online," you smirked mischievously. He gave you a stern look, and you relented. "Oh, fine!"

"You can't cheat your way through everything," he sighed, cracking open the paperback. "I'll be Romeo and you can be Juliet, 'kay?"

You nodded, cheeks dusted pink as you did the same.

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Ojiro read the both of you in, playing the part of not only Romeo, but Mecrucio and Benvolio as well, voice dipping and raising to distinguish between each role. Finally, scene one concluded, and it was time to being the second, which you had been dreading the entire time.

"He jests at scars that never felt a wound." He said, dramatically placing his hand over his heart before motioning to you as your character enters. "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, oh, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"

"Ay, me!" You read, a bashfully glow in your cheeks at his words, however rehersed they had been.

"She speaks: Oh, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being over my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

You bit your cheek, cringing at your next line, feeling it tacky to speak aloud. "Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

This time, Ojiro found himself a tad flustered as you begged him to promise himself to you by whatever means necessary. Swallowing, he shook away the thought, realizing how ridiculous it was to put stock into a quote not meant for him specifically. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He asked himself rhetorically before his eyes shifted up to you, indicating that it was your turn.

Taking a deep breath, seeing how long the next paragraph was oyu braced yourself. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself."

'A rose by any other name..." He repeated to himself, unable to keep his tail from swishing happily. maybe if a rose by any other name would still sell as sweet, he could still be worth your time despite being who he was. "I take thee at thy word." He replied, more to you than as a reading from a script. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo."

"What man art thou that thus bescreened in night so stumblest on my counsel?" You asked, nose in your book, trying to make out understanding from the thick Old English writing, oblivious to how he had begun to take your words to heart.

"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word." Ojiro recited eyes occasionally flickering up to yours for the off chance you might meet him halfway. Still, you remained focused in the writings of the ancient writer, blissfully unaware. He should have been happy to see oyu so engrossed, given your proclivity for taking the easy route but he began to feel almost ignored to an extent. Like he meant the words and you didn't.

"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: art thou not Romeo and a Montague?" You ponder, the gears in your mind turning as you consider the words and their meanings.

"Neither, fair saint," He answered, almost curtly. "If either thee dislike."

Ojiro's short tone caught your attention, prompting you to glance up in surprise, beginning the line without reading the words. "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" Not remembering the rest, your eyes flicker down to your textbook before trekking back up to his. "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here."

"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do that dares love attempt; therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me." He replied, brows furrowed slightly into the look he always had when giving something this whole attention, voice dripping with conviction.

"If they do see thee, they will murder thee." You said, eyeing him cautiously, confused as to what had him frustrated. "Ojiro, is everything okay?" you finally asked, breaking character.

"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity." He recited, still obviously on edge, simply nodding to your question.

"I would not for the world they saw thee here." You respond, a bit taken back by his lack of reaction to your concerns.

"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;" His eyes suddenly softened and his stare fell away from yours and settled in his book on the blank space between the words and his lap. "And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."

Suddenly your heart dropped at the melancholy in his gaze. He didn't...mean what he was saying, did he? Of course not, you decided. That'd be silly. "By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

"By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; he lent me counsel and I lent him eyes." He said quietly, almost timidly, his tail wrapping around your bedpost, as if to anchor himself to it. "I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise."

Something about the line made butterflies soar in your stomach, even though you knew they weren't for you. Maybe it was the nervous but steadfast look in his eye or the way his Adam's Apple bobbed with an unsure swallow. Whatever the cause, you couldn't unstick yourself from the notion of him searching the furthest reaches of the Earth to find your affection. Darting your tongue out, you wet you lips with a shaky breath, scanning over the gushy paragraph ahead.

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'-" You read, eyes glued to the written page as you coninued.

"Aye," he blurted, interrupting, making your blood run cold. Your gaze scrambled about the page, mind trying to get ahead of your heart before jumping to conclusions. Maybe he was somehow on the wrong page, that had to be it!

"O-Ojiro..." You breathed shakily, trembling hands flipping back and forth between this page and the next. "I-It wasn't your turn yet." You gently informed him, settling back on the right page. "A-And that isn't your next line..."

He looked as if he were about to explain, lips parted before he grunted, shaking his head with a fake, sheepish grin. "S-Sorry, must've lost track...continue."

You eyed him cautiously, swallowing hard, still reeling from what you thought could have been a confession. "And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries then say, Jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, so thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true love's passion: therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered."

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-" He muttered softly, unable to keep eye contact with you, onyx eyes simply flickering back and forth between yours and the bed sheets.

"Oh, swear not by the moon," You interrupt, delivering the line with a bit more feeling than you'd intended. You sheepishly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you continued. "The inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

Your change in demeanor seemed to have captured his attention, to your relief, as he glanced back up at you. "W-What shall I swear by?" He asked, swallowing a hard lump of nerves, eyeing you shyly.

"Do not swear at all..." you answer earnestly, leaning closer almost to an unnoticeable degree, but he caught it. You couldn't have possibly made a move he didn't see with how he stared at you. "Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."

Ojiro could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as you lamented to him, leaning in when you thought he wouldn't realize. He scanned the page, frantically trying to keep up with the plot. "If my heart's dear love-"

You interrupted him again, inching closer, lost in the moment. "Well, do not swear," you beg, eyes shifting up to him as soon as you'd memorized the next few words before dipping back down. "Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." The words dramatically rip from your throat almost as if a warning- one that foretold that if this didn't stop immediately, if he didn't leave, things wouldn't ever be the same between you. "Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

"Oh, wilt thou," he paused, shifting nervously, obviously not heeding your warning. "Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

"Not you, never," you confessed at long last, gazing at him longingly as the red that dusted his cheeks crawled up to the tips of his ears.

"(Y/N)..." he gulp, eyes never leaving yours, save for once to memorize what your next line should have been. "Y-Your line is-"

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" you finish for him, leaning in infinitely closer, so much so, he can begin to faintly feel your breath fan his face, and your legs have shifted so you're sitting on your knees instead of cross-legged.

"(Y-Y/N)..." he shuttered, lips instinctually parting as his trembling hands found your forearms, thumbs caressing your skin gently. His tail wagged excitedly behind him, despite his attempts to steady it.

"Say the line, Ojiro." You dismiss, lashes batting at him.

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine..." He managed to choke out shakily.

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again." You confess, still shifting closer, lips ghosting over his as your eyes flutter shut, knowing your last line is already done. "Read it, Ojiro," You command again, relishing in the anxiety on his face as he tore his gaze from yours and read the words aloud as your hands cupped his cheeks.

"Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?" He asked honestly, bottom lip quivering as your top one brushed against it.

"Never for any reason," you let go of a captive breath, finally crashing your lips to his in an inexperienced but needy kiss. His hands which once weightlessly sat on your forearms now gripped your wrists, anchoring them to his face, almost as if letting go would convince you to take your touch away.

You settled further into his lap, in an almost identical position to earlier, only this time the meaning behind the embrace was clear to both of you instead of just the outside world. Kneading his lips against yours, his fingers slid down your wrists and traced your jaw until they felt your throat, cradling your head, absentmindedly toying with the hair that rested near your ear. "I've waited forever for this..." he admitted in between kissed. "Woulda waited a million years just to kiss you if I had to."

"If you'd asked, you wouldn't have had to wait a day," You replied, pulling away and peppering kisses across his face. " I would have kissed you as a hello if I'd know I could..."

"I'm glad we waited," he confessed, sighing blissfully as you showered him in affection, pulling you infinitely closer by your waist. "Time makes the heart grow fonder, or however the saying goes."

You giggled at his dopey grin, pecking his nose, arms snaked around his neck, toying with his hair. "Absence." You correct, shaking your head at his mistake. "The phrase is 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'."

Hitoshi:

When you defended him.

It was lunchtime when it happened. You were walking back to your table, food in hand when you heard the obnoxious voice of the one and only Monoma Neito. Normally, you'd ignore him and keep walking. Being in the same class as him forced you to be able to tune his voice out, but when you heard him say something about "dropping out" and "villainous" you decided that you'd interfere just this once.

Coming up behind him you see that he had trapped the kid with the brainwashing quirk from the sports festival (you think his name was Shinsou?) at his table. "Care to explain yourself, Monoma?"

Your voice causes him to jump. Shinsou was also taken aback, though he hid it far better.

"Y/n-Chan! I was just telling Shinko here" -You vaguely hear a grumbled 'it's ShinSOU'- "how it'd be better for both him and everyone if he left UA; with such an evil quirk-"

You don't wait for him to finish before you're pulling him face to face by his necktie.

"Listen here and listen good Monoma. I don't know what makes you think you're so much better than everyone else, but -news flash- you're not. In fact, since you want to talk shit and tell everyone how they're beneath you, how about I give you some stats: You're not even in the top 10 of our class. How's that for being bottom of the barrel? Maybe work on your own abilities -or lack thereof- instead of belittling others. People might actually like you then."

You let him go before turning to Shinsou. His mouth is open, staring at you with shock. "Grab your tray, you're eating with me today."

Mashirao:

(pls I love him so much it hurts🥺)

When you partnered with him for a project.

"-projects are due next week on Wednesday. You're expected to spend class time as well as time off working on them. Partner up and shut up; anyone who wakes me automatically fails."

The bell rings, officially releasing Class 1A from Aizawa's seemingly permanently harsh stare.

Mashirao collects his things before filing out the door like his classmates. He's walking with Shoji through the halls when he hears what sounds like his name. Thinking he's just hearing things due to the loud, crowded halls, he returns to their conversation.

Until he hears it again, much closer.

He stops to turn to the person calling him only to be barreled into. Out of instinct he reaches out to catch whoever rammed into him.

Steadying you, Mashirao barely has time to register your form scrambling backward before you're bombarding him with apologies.

You bow an almost perfect 90 degrees as you ramble. "Oh, my god, I am so sorry Ojiro-kun! I was trying to catch up to you guys and wasn't expecting you to stop walking and-"

"Hey, it's alright, really. I don't think you would have almost knocked yourself to the ground on purpose." He cuts you off before you talk yourself into passing out.

Your mouth snaps shut, and you stand there silent for a beat before Shoji breaks the silence. "I'm... gonna go ahead and save us a seat in the cafeteria..."

With that Mashirao and you are left in the mostly empty hallway.

Another beat of silence passes through before he asks, "So, what'd you need me so urgently for?"

He's smiling but you still look embarrassed.

"I... I was wondering ifyoudbemypartnerfortheproject!"The last part of your sentence is mumbled, not unlike Midoriya when he gets in his own head.

"...Sorry?"

"I was wondering if you'd be my partner for the project?"

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. You were in the top 5 in class. Not to mention you're one of the most popular students in the entirety of the hero course. Why would you want to partner with someone like him?

He wouldn't mind getting to know you better, so he doesn't dwell on it.

"Sure! When do you wanna get started?"

-

You are probably one of the best partners he's had to work with. You actually pull your weight with the project -adding your own ideas and opinions when necessary, all while not being a total stick in the mud. You ask for his thoughts on things and don't completely take over either.

You are also insanely attractive he notes pretty much from the get-go.

The way you laugh at his corny jokes doesn't help at all. Neither does the way you lightly smack his arm when he acts like a dork or the way that you furrow your eyebrow in confusion or pump your fist with a small 'yes!' when you finally figure that thing that's been eluding you.

Or the way that-

"Yes?" He called back through a chuckle, heading slowly from the kitchen to the couch where you sat. When he sat down, his tail wrapped 'round and rested on his lap.

"It's time to pick a movie." You smiled up to him, passing him the remote. "Since you're taking time out of your day and spending it on me, I think you should pick the movie." You nod.

"You want me to pick a movie?" Mashirao smiled, eyebrows raised in mild shock. He tried to hide the excitement in his voice, but the end of his tail wagged in a way that gave him away anyhow.

"Yes." You nodded, pointing to the options on the screen. There were a couple of them you had your eye on, but none of them were exactly what he'd picked out.

Loveable hero, and proper roommate Mashirao Ojiro, had picked out a romantic comedy. 'What do they say about cheese?' One that'd just hit the air.

"Really?" You giggled. He certainly seemed like the type for cute movies, but a comically cheesy rom-com? That wasn't expected.

"Well, yeah." He scratched at the back of his head embarrassedly. "I hadn't gotten the chance to watch it yet, and I felt like you'd like to enjoy it with me." His defense made it seem like he felt something was wrong with his choice, so you laughed and rubbed his shoulder to reassure him.

"All's fine, Mashi." You snickered. "I just didn't know it was a movie you wanted to see." You tried to make him feel better, and it seemed to work. He propped his posture back into place and cut on the movie.

After he turned on the movie, Ojiro quickly rushed to turn out the lights and grab the drinks he'd made for the two of you. Tea! And your favorite, at that. He was always thoughtful when doing things for you.

"Thank you." You smiled, laughing again as the large man swished and his tail nearly knocked something over in the dark. He sat down, embarrassed yet amused.

Soon enough, you were both settled on the couch, and the movie was starting. Ojiro was excited for the film, watching closely. That is, until your eyes began to close. You yawned sleepily, which made him turn his head and smile. Needless to say, 'What do they say about cheese' was a question you wouldn't find the answer to if things progressed this way.

Mashirao wanted you to finish the movie with him, the same thought he'd expressed earlier, so to keep you awake he devised a plan. Soon enough, a tuft of golden hair was tickling your nose, though it was dark and it'd startled you at first.

You squeaked, concerned as towards what was tickling your nose, and went to swat it away. When you did, you hit his tail quite hard, earning a grunt of discomfort from Ojiro.

It took you a moment to figure out what exactly had happened, but when you did, you thought to apologize. Instead of letting you, though, Ojiro pushed his tail back towards you and smacked your cheek.

The two of you erupted into laughter after a brief moment of silence. Sooner or later, you were pulled over top of his lap and wrapped in his tail. Once your laughter subsided and the situation settled down, the movie fell to the back of your mind; white noise now.

Underneath you in this moment was a man that looked as though he was glowing. The beauty of his golden skin and golden hair, illuminated by the light of the television was far more prominent as you gazed down at him.

His cheeks tinted red. He said nothing, though. Ojiro was looking at you, staring even. He looked to be... admiring you? His usually concerned facial expression had softened into one of pure adoration. It almost gave you butterflies; the way he unwrapped you from the hold of his tail and replaced the grip around your waist with his arms.

Then, it happened. He smiled. Mashirao Ojiro had smiled at you, a genuine, happy smile. His smile felt comforting and warm, just as warm as his chest when he pulled you down to rest.

"Thank you for this." He chuckled, rubbing the back of your head lovingly.

"For what?" You ask, almost a bit confused.

"Getting me to take a break. For spending time with me." Ojiro sounded relieved the further you listened to him. His mind and body relaxed as he held you in his arms.

"Maybe we can spend even more time together, then?" You hinted, looking up from his chest into his dark eyes, finding yourself lost in them.

"I think that would be wonderful." Ojiro caught wind of your gaze and his blush became more visible. You had him sweating now. It was cute.

The movie went on unnoticed, the two of you soon too engaged in each other's eyes. It wasn't long before Ojiro reached over and paused the film, leaving room for the two of you to get to know each other a bit better.

You hummed along to the music that Jirou was blasting in the common area. The entire class was down having a fun little dance! While there were always at two people on Bakugou babysitting to make sure he wouldn’t leave, everyone was having fun!

You had actually taken three straight shifts of watching Bakugou as you were too embarrassed to dance. You were horrible at staying on the beat, and you definitely did not want to be caught dead next to Mina while she danced.

You had previously told your boyfriend, Ojiro that you couldn’t dance as you once again blocked the seething Bakugou from returning to his room. A smirk on your face as you were successful alongside Midoriya in getting him to stay.

Momo gasped loudly as she raced over to Jirou, and whispered something in her ear. By the looks of the blush on Jirou’s face, it was most likely a slow dance request. As the soothing ballads of All of Me by John Legend filled the room, your cheeks went red hot as Ojiro walked over to you. Hagakure was by his side, ready to replace you. 

Although you couldn’t see her face, you knew she winked at you as she shoved you into Ojiro’s arms. “B-Babe, I can’t dance!” You shriek quietly as he drags you off to the dance floor. 

Embarrassment hot on your face.

“I can’t either, it’ll be fun!” Ojiro says quietly, the sweetest of smiles on his face as he stops beside Momo who is dancing with Jirou. Most of your classmates had paired up in weird couples, and you watched as Kirishima and Kaminari held a trapped Bakugou between them. 

You gasp in shock as your boyfriend brings you in close to him. His hand firmly placed on your lower back as his hand holds yours.

You fight the blush on your face as he slowly steps with you stumbling to keep up. Your eyes focused on the floor as you desperately try not to step on his feet.

“Hey, y/l/n-chan, look at me,” Ojiro says softly, his hand leaving yours to lift your eyes to his own. “You’re doing amazing, trust in yourself.”

You bite down on your lip as you nod, allowing Ojiro to guide you through the dance. He spun you a few times and held you close the other times. And you never once stomped on his feet as you feel tears well in your eyes as the song ends.

Like magic, his face is coming towards yours, and he places a gentle kiss on your lips. It is soft and sweet. “I thought you said you can’t dance?” Ojiro teases as the whooping cheers of your friends remind you where you are.