Being Close To You - Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Being Close To You - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Prompt: Izuku helping Reader with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining. 

AU Idea from: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/

[Fluff] (One-shot) (NOT BETA READ)

Word Count: 3,207(?) words

“Good morning,” he grunts out the first words that almost always start off your day. Izuku is right next to you with his hand wrapped around your waist. My gem is up, he thought as soon as your eyes connected.

He lifts his hand to cup one of your cheeks before planting a kiss on your forehead. Mm, that feels nice, you appreciate the gesture. You both are under the covers enjoying the mini morning routine. You hum in response before returning the greeting.

“We should probably get up, huh?” you sigh, not entirely ready to wake up. The bed, especially with him, was too comfortable to leave. He nods, along with letting out a small chuckle. Too cute, he thought.

Before you were forced to, Izuku reaches over to lift the covers off of you. He continues to hold your hand so you both simultaneous get off the bed. His touch lingers even after he lets go. 

After freshening up, you start making breakfast while Izuku worked on the drinks. 

“Will you get off late today?” you question without any malice. You knew Izuku had to come home late many times due to his busy schedule, but it didn’t bother you. After all, he’s working hard towards what he loves and values. As long as he comes home safe, I'm content.

Placing the two empty plates on the table, you look towards him for an answer. He walks near you with two mugs in his hand.

“I don’t think so,” he smiles as he hands you your drink. After thanking him, you take your first sip. You hum and nod at the taste of the familiar delicious drink.

You noticed him taking a look at his focused eyes when reading the emails and messages. Hm, his eyes look different.

Remembering to place the food on the table, you set down your drink and head to grab the items. Granted with the amount created, you didn’t need help with laying out the food. There were eggs, miso soup, a small bowl of pickled vegetables, some rice and leftover fish. Izuku, however, seemed to have a different idea. 

“Here,” his hands touch your hands, which were holding the small plate of eggs and bowl of soup, to take the dishes himself. Every time you came close to the table with the food, he had done the same. Hm... A smile picks up on your face at his behavior. It was pretty typical of him to always want to assist.

What you didn’t know was that, it was mainly because he wanted to feel close to you before both of you left for work (for who knows how long). Despite working in the same building, your floors were different, as well as your schedule. For normal days, you came home in the afternoon, while he came home well after the sun had set.

As it was time to leave, Izuku entered the room to see you preparing your hair. While you concentrate on your looks, he sneaks up behind you and takes away the brush in your hand. Another chance taken, Izuku thought. You can see his big smile on the mirror. He continues to take the item and brushes through your hair gently. He makes sure to not painfully tug your hair. Closing your eyes, you feel his hand comb through your hair. You were confused but loved it regardless. It must be me, you thought.

“Up up,” he taps your shoulders to indicate that his is finished. Standing up and turning around, you look at his work.

“Not bad, Izuku,” you were impressed with the way he styled your hair. He shyly chuckles and sets the brush down.

“Let’s go,” he says, reaching for the car keys on the wall. You nod and walk beside him.

Even when driving the car, Izuku’s hands continuously switched from the gears to your hand (only during red lights and stops because safety). He laid his hand on top of yours whenever it was free. You didn’t say much because those lingering touches made your heart flutter. It was actions like these that represent Izuku as a lover. An open but quiet lover. In return, you’d hold his hand between the both of yours. Sadly, as soon as you reached your destination, you had to let go. Bummer. After exchanging goodbyes, you both head over to your different floors. 

After a pretty relaxing day, you weren’t too tired once you got home. Like usual, Jirou drove you home before heading off to her own apartment. It did, however, feel empty without him. He wasn’t there to greet you or smile at you. Though, it was exciting to know that he probably won’t be home too late. Feeling a little giddy, you decided to cook a meal that both can enjoy. Preparation was going fine. You managed to make one of the dishes and set out the beverages. He would be arriving a little less than half an hour later. Your playlist filled the kitchen walls and the aroma of the food was incredible.

Izuku quietly shut the door behind him whilst setting the keys on the key hook. One step in and he was relieved to be home. He truly missed you and wanted to be able to hold you in his arm. His watches you work your way around the kitchen preparing the second and last dish. Adorable, he thought. He made his way towards you. His set his chin on your should while wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I'm home," his eyes were gleaming. You smiled at his surprisingly early arrival.

"Welcome back, Izuku. How about you go change and freshen up? The food will be done by then," you told him. He slightly pouts having to separate himself from you. He liked holding you in his arms. You chuckle at his dejected sigh when he unwraps his arms.

He walks into the room with a towel in his hand, attempting to dry his hair. You set the plates down then decided to walk over to where he was standing. Taking the towel from his grip, you help him dry his hair. He was surprised at first but it made his heart flutter. The little gestures you two share really are special. My heart's going to beat out of my darn chest, Izuku thought as his face was luckily covered by the cloth.

You set the damp towel on the rack behind him and ruffle his hair. You hum to let him know he is good to go.

"Thank you! Also, thank you for the food. It smells amazing," he said holding you wrist in his hand. He takes you to the table and you two begin to eat. 

After the meal, both of you sit down on the couch. You listen to him tell you about his day. He did have hero work but the crimes weren't major ones. The teenage boy trapped inside of a glass box accidentally made by his four year old sister, who happened to receive her quirk then, was safe. The old lady was able to be saved from the petty thief. The few reports he had to complete were finished quickly. He, too, listens to your day at work.

His eyes held such respect for your hard work. No matter the mission, he felt proud of your achievements. Today, you managed to uncover the identity of the anonymous man known for blackmailing fresh graduate heroes into resigning. You, his gem, did not even let such great achievements corrupt you. Due to the recent vacation of a co-worker, you also offered to take up a part of their assignment. His hand was on your forearm rubbing random squiggles while he looked at you. 

“Yeah, I didn’t mind completing the extra task. Today’s work was pretty light so I was glad I got something to do,” you said.

All of a sudden Izuku gets an idea and goes into deep thought.

“What happened?” you question, noticing his eyes wandering into nothing.

“Huh? Oh. I was thinking... Are you up for walking outside? It’s been a while since we got to go on a relaxing walk together,” he replies. Looking at his hopeful eyes, you also felt giddy remembering the days you both walked around the serene place and chatted.

"I'd really like that. Give me a minute, let me grab a sweater. It might get a little chilly," you get up from the couch and head to your room. As you grab your sweater, you decide to grab Izuku's, as well. You wouldn't want him to get sick.

Returning to the living room, you see Izuku putting on his shoes. He signals that he has the house keys at hand. You go near him and hand him his sweater.

"Oh, thank you," he smiles at your kind act. You nod and quickly slip on your shoes.

You put on your sweater and reach down toward the zipper. But before you can zip up your sweater, Izuku takes action and does it for you. He grins when he reaches the top. He then lowers his hand to grab yours and you both head out.

The place was quiet and relaxing, just like you remember. It's been almost a month since you came to walk here. With hectic and random schedules, there isn't much time for it these day. However, when there is a day with more time on hand, you both makes sure to make the most of it. Some days, it is staying in and relaxing. On other days, it is going out to a place of interest.

"Great to have this again. I'm glad you remembered," you said, looking at your partner. You were walking together, hand in hand, and enjoying each other's presence.

"I am too."

"Oh, I almost forgot! Have you-Omph," you suddenly tripped and landed on you knees. Ouch.

"Crap! Are you okay?!" Izuku exclaimed. He quickly helps you get back up. You weren't hurt but boy was that a fall.

"I'm good, I'm good." You look at your feet and realized the problem. You didn't get to tie your shoes earlier. Izuku follows your eyes and chuckles at your mistake.

"Here," he leans down and grabs the shoe laces. He ties the bow and give your foot a little tap. Once he gets up, you ruffle his hair.

"Thank you," you say before locking your hands again. Izuku felt his heart swell at the return of your warmth back in his palm.

You gather yourself before continuing your conversation before you fell. Throughout the entire walk, Izuku rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. He also occasionally readjusted the position of your hold to secure it. You smile every time he does so.

"It did get colder towards the end of the walk," you said while entering the door. Izuku was right behind you closing the door.

"How about we watch the show we start two days ago?" he swiftly hangs up his jacket before standing in front of you.

At this point, you expected this. Still, your warm face and avoidant eyes did not help hide your inner panic of having him near you. His grin lightly mocked your state. He clearly knew what he was doing.

"Sure, but let's freshen up first," you get out of the jacket and he places them into the closet.

"Got it, Captain," he lightly grazed your chin with his index finger before heading to your shared room.

You place your face on the wall, melting into embarrassment. He know what he's doing!

Granted, you've both have known each other since high school and have been in a relationship for two years, but his sudden actions still caught you off-guard.

You wipe the residual water off your face and make your way to the living room, where Izuku had the paused the show. You wave the blanket in your hand and make your way to the couch. The blanket was large enough to cover both of you (allowing maximum closeness according to Izuku). You lay right next to him as he plays the show.

The night was full of small discussions after each episode, subtle touches, and adjusted positions. His habit of analyzing was still prevalent.

"Well, I think that's what's going to happen next episode," he ends, placing the bottom of his fist on his palm. You look up at him since your head was now in his lap.

"That's a really interesting take. I might have to agree with you on that one," you take one of his out-of-place hair strand and comb it back into place with your fingers.

Hypnotized by his hair, yet again, you play with his hair. Both of you quiet down. The TV ending theme playing in the background kept the room from being entirely silent. Izuku closes his eyes, relishing the feeling of your hands in his hair. His hand rubs the clothed skin just above your waist while you do so.

"I envy your hair," you comment after a while. You feel slightly bad when Izuku seems to have broken out of his blissful trance.

"Hm? Oh, I remember you said that during our second year at UA." He still remembers?! Well, not surprised but... I would not re-live it.

"Yeah, I have back then and still do. It's so... fluffy and soft," you gushed.

"You said 'Deku, please don't be creeped out, but what's the secret to your hair. And how can I have it in my life?'" he laughed after finishing the quote.

"Don't remind me!" You stood up laughing with him.

"It's even more embarrassing when I remember that I said it right when the class quiet down and Mr. Aizawa was standing in the middle of the room. Everyone heard it," you cringed.

Izuku cups your face and comes up close, claiming, "But that did increase my confident in asking you out in our final year."

"Glad you did," you place your hands over his and softly bump your foreheads together.

As you both got into bed, Izuku laid his hand out. He gestures his head to hint for you to perform and action. Confused but curious, you tap it. He opens his fist displaying the vitamin pill that was recently (just two days ago) assigned by your doctor.

"Oh, right," you grab the water near you as Izuku places the pill in the palm of your hand.

Gulping down the pill, you wonder if Izuku was aware of his actions. You knew what was coming. He had always done this, whether it was unconscious or not. You never brought it up, neither did he. This must be why his eyes were different when he read the email. What did I do to have you in my life?

"So," he began, scratching the back of his head.

"Remember how we started the city-wide mission? All the crazy research, building-to-building outings, and paperwork you had to do?" he asked holding your hand. You nod, in return.

He sighs, "Well, you made it much easier for our agency to get with other ones for us to proceed to the next step."

"And?" You knew there was more. Your tone was gentle and warm. Izuku always knew you'd never get angry at him for this.

"Well, in the morning, I was notified that I have to leave for the mission tomorrow at 7 PM. And I'm not sure when I will return," he is slow with the reveal. There it is.

The criminals were on the higher level. He might be gone for at least a week, you thought.

"Congrats, Izuku! I'm glad you're finally able to continue with it," you reassure him.

You tilt your head a little and place one of your hands onto his cheek, "I know have said this before, but I'll say it again. Don't ever feel bad for news like this. All I wish for is for you and everyone else to return as safe as possible."

"I know. And I could never thank you enough for being understanding of it."

"Same goes for you, Izuku."

"Besides, Dynamight must be elated to start the mission properly. Let's match his energy, shall we?" Izuku chuckled when you mention Katsuki's name.

"Do you have an upcoming outside missions?" he asks.

"Currently, I do not, but the research I did today suggests one. I highly doubt it will be immediately after you return, but you never know," you respond. That's kind of a relief, he thought. He wanted you to be here when he return, but also understood if there were to be a change of events.

"Now, now," he was caught off-guard when you swiftly, but gently pushed his head down onto his pillow.

"You need to go to sleep and get plenty of rest. You will sleep in, while I make breakfast and your mission lunchbox. Free extra spicy one for Dynamight too," you lay down right next to him, placing your arms around him and getting as close as you can.

"Alright, alright. Goodnight, gem," your heart flutters at the nickname.

"Goodnight, love," he tightens his hold, wanting to cherish it as much as he can. Who knew how many nights he'll have spend without your presence?

You both knew how to live without each other. However, having each other simply made life better. It gave you both extra support and confidence.

You both were two independent individuals who were able to accomplish creating your own names. You were a duo, but respected separately, as well. (Though, there was nothing wrong at all with being only known as a duo or group.) With your circumstances, there was no set plan for your daily life. It was those lingering and comforting touches and gestures that leaves a reminder of your partner. That he's constantly shown his love and support. That he'd be there for you and he knew you'd be there for him.

You both made an effort to build this relationship. Every day does not need to be full of kisses, cuddles, and big conversations. It was the simple 'Good morning! I'll be very busy today, but take care of yourself' text he'd send before you see him the following morning. It was the giant lunchbox you packed him the day before knowing he'll be on a mission with currently-still-single Katsuki and Shinsou. It was the cup of your liked beverage on the counter, before he had quickly leave in the morning.

This time it was another big mission. You knew his bags was already packed, since you both decided to have ready-to-go suitcase full of clothes for longer missions. Izuku knew you're set on making him (and Katsuki) a lunchbox full of food. You already knew he'd give you a kiss and say "Take care of yourself" before heading out. You both knew can call each other, if time allows to do so.

You both beautifully applied habits and actions that made your relationship one you were proud of. The relationship required work, dedication, and understanding, which you both gladly gave.

You both were lovers satisfied with the rhythm you two created.

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are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

please write what you want. please pick the tiniest detail of a character and exaggerate it into a 50k fic. please don’t let canon hold you back. please write whatever you want however you want. please.

Now that the boys are back together who wants to see my top 10 favorite times I managed to turn their pain into my amusement?

To bad we’re going to anyway

They’re not in order, 10 is just the max amount of nonsense I’m allowed to show at a time

Better Connection - Shouto x Reader

Prompt: Reader trying to mooch off of Shouto's wifi and jokingly putting their own name in as the password, then being shocked that it actually works and they're now connected to Shouto's wifi…

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1,543?

(Fluff) [Slight crack?] (NOT BETA READ)

Prompts from: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/

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I groan at the sudden loading screen of my laptop. I thought I paid the bill? I shake my leg in nervousness. This assignment is due tomorrow, but I knew I’d be too busy to complete it then. Should I wait until I get free WiFi at a cafe? No… I want to get this submitted now.

I groan out of frustration and slight confusion. I then attempted to submit the assignment from my phone. To my rotten luck, my phone also did not have WiFi. Not only that, the file was not compatible. Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s okay. You have one more day.

Closing my eyes, I lie back back onto my bed. I’ll just wait 5 minutes. In the meantime, I unintentionally eavesdropped onto the neighboring room upon hearing running down the hallway and into the room next door. Shouto and I moved in around the same time. He arrived at this apartment half a year before I did. At first, our conversations were dry and awkward. However, as time went on, they became smooth and comfortable. Our silent stares became frequent waves when seeing each other around the area.

There was a little bit of loud shuffling of bags and footsteps. My eyes widen at the sudden thump that rumbles my floor.

“Goodness,” I mumble. I wonder what that was?

My curiosity got the best of me so this time I got out of my room and into my living room. I slowly open the door and peek out. Ah!

“I accidentally bumped into him! Didn’t look where I was going,” Eijirou seems to be defending someone inside of the room. Hm…

“My apologies, Shouto! I’ll pay you back! I feel really bad,” I heard a strong voice. My eyebrow furrows at the familiar voice. What was his name again? Tensei? Wait. No! That’s his brother… Ten…Ten?

“You’re alright, Tenya. Thanks for the help with the new table.” Shouto responds. Right! Tenya.

“No! You must let me!” Tenya seemed firm about his decision.

“I’ll pitch in too. Partially my fault,” Eijirou raises his fist in strange determinations.

“Denied. No,” Shouto’s bluntness almost makes me laugh.

“The wooden sculpture was already pretty roughed up. Even a child’s punch would’ve toppled it over,” he adds.

I go back inside, once again, minding my own business. It’s good that no one was hurt. I rush back to my room and reload my page.

No connection…

I roll my eyes at the device. It’s been 5 minutes already. I huff in annoyance. Normally, I would be okay with going to a nearby cafe. However, today was not a day I wanted to step outside. My back ached from yesterday’s busy schedule. Tomorrow was another busy day and I needed to conserve as much energy as I could. I flop back onto my bed, rolling around. Suddenly, a thought swipes into my brain.

Shouto… has WiFi. More importantly, Shouto has the fastest WiFi in the apartment complex, especially because he is rich.

I bite my inner cheek, debating myself. Should I ask? Before I can get up, I think to myself again. What if he questions me? How do I respond if he says no?

Please, sire. Allow this peasant to use your golden WiFi.

I press my hand on my temple. I groan before I swipe my phone off of my pillow.

“Let's use the high IQ skills,” I joke to myself as I open my phone.

He wouldn’t mind, right? That is, if I can access it. He won’t. How will he know?

I click on the name ‘Shouto.T’ and think to myself.

Shouto111? Incorrect.

MidoyiraIzuku? Izukuno1? Both incorrect. I chuckle to myself. Good ones. He was great friends with Izuku and would mention that Izuku got him to accept himself and his life.

Hm… I shake my head. Foolish. It can’t be my name.

After giving it a few more playful and hilarious tries, I realized that I was giggling to myself… about Shouto’s WiFi password. I cleared my throat and straightened my back.

Come on. All you have to do is ask, I told myself. Yet again, I look back down on my phone. I smile to myself. Whatever. For giggles.

I insert my firstname into the empty space and hit connect. I laughed a bit too hard, until I realized the once empty space held a checkmark.

Connected.

My laughter comes to a stop and I choke up. I’m connected. Wait! I’m connected?!

My body was frozen in place. What? How- Wait. Huh?!

I quickly snap out of it and fling my phone onto my pillow, which makes a louder than expected thump. Then, I grab my laptop. I insert the same password into his WiFi. Once again… Connected.

I was stunned. Too stunned to even be excited that I can submit my assignment. What do I do with this information? Do I ask him about it? No. He’ll ask how I know. Then, he’ll ask why I put my name. Then- Ugh!

Shaking my thoughts off, I solve the problem that had been gnawing at me for the past 30 minutes. I successfully submit my assignment and close my laptop. Suddenly, I hear my doorbell ring.

I quietly make my way and open the door. There stood the boy that managed to alway make my heart flutter.

“Hi, Shouto! Is everything alright?”

“Hi. Yeah, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I heard a loud noise,” I tilt my head in confusion. Then, I remembered the force I threw my phone at.

“Oh! Sorry. I uh… Got shocked and threw my phone,” I chuckled. He shakes his head in understanding.

Suddenly, he grabs his phone, “By the way… Do you mind me asking something?” He shows me the screen of his phone. No. Don’t tell me this rich boy… I shake my head ‘no’ and look at the screen. Don’t tell me he knows who is connected to his router…

“How did you know my WiFi password? Am I that obvious about it?” His index finger points to my phone and laptop, which clearly are titled with my name. I look at him with a warm face and wide eyes.

“Well… No, but… Well… I didn’t expect it to work. Okay, so, I needed to submit an assignment and my WiFi wasn’t working. I swear I pay my bills, by the way. I was going to ask you but-” my stop myself from giving out more information.

He lightly laughs and looks at me.

“This wasn't how I expected you to find out,” he says. To confirm my thoughts, I press into his vagueness.

“Find out what?” I asked.

“Oh. That I like you. That’s why I put you as my WiFi password,” he said it loud and clear from the doorstep.

Both of us stood in silence for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

“I understand if this is awkward and weird. I can go if you’re feeling uncomfortable,” he scratches the back of his neck.

“No!” I blurt.

“A little confusing, but I was shocked. That’s all,” I told him.

“If I asked you out today, would you agree?” He looks at me with calm eyes that almost cover up his anticipation.

“Well…” I felt nervous. I definitely wasn’t opposed to it.

“Would you like to come inside?” I asked, which brings up a shine in his eyes.

“Yes! If that’s alright with you,” I nod and let him come inside.

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“Poor WiFi service? Must be rough,” he unintentionally lays out the drastic difference in WiFi performance.

“To be fair, you’re the one with the fastest WiFi in the building. I thought it wouldn’t slow down with one extra- two extra devices,” I replied

“You have a point. How did you even know your name was the password?”

“Well… I did try your name, Izuku’s name, your full birthday, and-”

“Izuku’s name?!” he looked so worriedly confused, which made it hard to continue since I laughed too hard at his expression.

“Yes…” I composed myself and continued, “I played around and tried my name. It somehow connects. You know the rest,” he nods.

“So that’s why you threw your phone with such force. That’s… impressive. I heard it from my living room,” Shouto says.

He then looks at me with the same eyes from earlier.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” His smooth voice matches the calmness emitting from his body language. If I were to say no, he would accept it without taking it as an insult.

I smile, “Yes, Shouto.”

He sighs in relief, “I thought the password would’ve scared you away.”

I shake my head, “If anything, I’m glad we were able to confess.”

He reaches out for my hand, but stops and looks up at me. I nodded my head indicating my permission. He then intertwined our hands. Warmth makes its way around my face.

“I like this… We should hold hands a lot,” my heart flutters at his comment. His gentle smile and bright eyes toward our hands warm me up even more.

“We should.” I confirm.

At this moment, I was glad my poor internet connection led to the connection of our feelings.

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