Chapter 2 - Congratulations, Kira Yoshihara!

Yoshihara sunk deeper into the hot tub, only allowing her nose and her forehead to stick out above the water. Nemuri was right, it was rather relaxing to have the hot water up against her bare skin—not to mention the added jets on her back felt even better. She hadn't felt this relaxed since, well, since the day she had finished her training with Nemuri.

She closed her eyes, allowing the warm water to embrace her. It felt just like a shower, she felt safe within the hot tub confides, and she didn't have to get out for any reason. She knew Nemuri wasn't going to be home for a while, so she had enough time to relax in the hot tub until the sun came down.

She felt her rear land on the flooring of the hot tub, which wasn't at all that deep, keeping her nose and forehead above water. She had wrapped her arms around her legs and sat there, quietly. The jets of the hot tub soothed her aching muscles, and for the first time in a long time, she had fully dropped her guard.

The only time that she ever dropped her guard in full was when she felt the most secure. Those times that she felt like that were very few and far between. Not even in that old apartment that she used to live in had she ever dropped her guard.

Security was a very important thing for her, a thing she never had for the longest time. The only times she ever felt safe and not on edge was when she was around Otoshi, Akira, and Otoshi's girlfriend Sayaka. For a while, she didn't feel safe around Nemuri due to her random urges cropping up—not that she blamed her for something that was out of her control for the longest time, but the point still stood.

So saying that she was willing to drop her guard, even for a moment, showed that she had a degree of trust in the place she lived in. Being someone who hardly trusted anything in the first place, the fact that she was willing to drop her guard proved that she could get better, something she believed was impossible.

Yoshihara felt like she could stay like this for hours...

That was until a bell sound came from the elevator which caused her eyes to shoot open, and for her to hurriedly jump out of the hot tub. She hid behind the couch, dripping in water as the doors opened up to show Nemuri, Aizawa, and the blond guy from the exam standing in the doorway.

Aizawa was wearing a grey shirt and baggy black pants. He kinda looked like he had just crawled out of bed if his drooping eye bags didn't warrant that idea any more than they should have.

Hizashi was wearing a yellow and white striped shirt and black designer shorts, with what appeared to be music note motifs, and yellow rings around said music notes.

Then there was Nemuri, who was wearing a crop top and a pair of short shorts with the bags hanging out from the short legs.

"Oh, Yoshi-chan! I brought some people over to celebrate you getting into U.A.! I even invited that green-haired boy and his mom over!" Nemuri called out, a big smile on her face as Yoshihara sighed, looking down at herself.

She should have seen this coming. It would be less embarrassing if it was just Nemuri, but she had two guests with her, so it was even more embarrassing than it would have been.

"Uh… hey, uh… Kayama-san, could you and… uh, your guests turn around. I'm… well," Yoshihara spoke, a huge blush on her cheeks out of embarrassment. Nemuri raised an eyebrow, looking over to the hot tub, and smirking upon seeing the jets on.

"Ah, I see. You did that. Let me guess, still dripping wet, huh? Alright," Nemuri said, tapping on Aizawa's and Hizashi's shoulders. "Turn around, please, for her modesty," Nemuri whispered as they nodded, turning around. Nemuri did the same, looking at the elevator. "Okay, get to the bathroom to dry off and get changed. I'll turn off the hot tub," the ravenette said, the scuttling of feet was the only thing she got in response as she giggled to herself.

"You have a hot tub in your living room?" Hizashi whisper-shouted as Nemuri smiled.

"You know me, Hizashi, I don't see the issue?" Nemuri responded as Yoshihara walked back down the stairs, wearing a black baggy shirt and nothing else. When they all turned around, they saw her, her hair still wet, and instead of it being done up, it was sagging over her shoulders.

"When I told you to get dressed, I didn't mean to just have a shirt on, even if it's twice its usual size," Nemuri said, putting her hands on her hips.

"I have underwear on, leave me alone. I just got out of the hot tub, and I don't feel like wearing a full outfit. Besides, it's less laundry for me to do later," Yoshihara responded with no sense of sarcasm in her tone.

"But—"

"Let the kid do what she wants, Kayama, besides, you'd be a hypocrite in judging what she wears, Ms. Wears a dominatrix suit as their hero costume," Aizawa interrupted, patting her on her back, causing Nemuri to pout. "It's nice to get a real chance to meet you, Kira," Aizawa said as Yoshihara bowed toward him.

"No, the pleasure is mine, Eraserhead, if it hadn't been for you back in that forest, I think I really would've died back there. Your distraction made him vulnerable enough for me to retaliate against that villain," Yoshihara responded as Aizawa rolled his eyes.

"Don't sweat it, kid, although, I have to ask, what happened to the villain in the first place?" Aizawa asked, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to the stairwell. Hizashi and Nemuri sat on the opposite couch, adjacent to the scraggly black-haired man.

"Ah, well…" Yoshihara started, rubbing the back of her neck. Aizawa sighed, shaking his head.

"Nevermind, I'm sure he's long gone by now," Aizawa stated as Yoshihara let out a sigh of relief. The blond descended the rest of the stairs, carefully walking down them, seeing as how she didn't want to slip and fall. Nemuri placed a bag on the table in between the couches, gesturing for Yoshihara to sit by her. The blond walked over to the ravenette, who then wrapped an arm around her waist and forced her on her lap.

"Gah! What the—hey, don't just do stuff like that!" Yoshihara said as Nemuri smirked.

"Only when you stop looking cute," Nemuri responded, gaining a worried look from Yoshihara. "Don't worry, I took my meds, I'm just being honest. Anyways, I got you a gift that I know you'll like," Nemuri said, pointing at the bag with a spare hand.

"Really? Is it what I think it is?" Yoshihara asked, a gleam in her eye as Nemuri snickered.

"Find out, and you might just be pleasantly surprised," Nemuri replied with a coy smirk on her face. Without a second of hesitation, Yoshihara grabbed the bag and looked inside, a genuine smile on her face as she pulled out a box.

"Is this—"

"that Death The Kid statue you've been asking for? Why yes, yes it is! I found it at a local convention store that resold old anime and manga-related products. It was in mint condition, and it came in the original packaging. It cost me over 100,000 yen just to buy, I hope you like it," Nemuri said as Yoshihara jumped off of her lap before turning around and hugging her, catching the ravenette off guard.

"Thank you! You're the best Adoptive Mom, ever!" Yoshihara said, earning a surprised reaction from Nemuri herself. Yoshihara paused as well, thinking about what it was she had just said. Was Nemuri her mother, or at the very least her adoptive mother? The blond never took her last name, so did that just make her a guardian?

Yoshihara had lived with Nemuri for over 9 months, nearing ten. It would only make sense if she considered the older woman a mother figure, at the very least. Whenever the thought came up in her mind, she dismissed it, seeing as it was only a title and nothing more, but the more she thought about it, the more significance it began to hold.

Yoshihara never had the best experience with her own blood-related mother, so she never really understood what a mother was, or what their job was. She had merely blurted out the word on instinct, again, much to the shock of everyone in the room.

"Did you just…?" Nemuri sputtered, causing Yoshihara to let go and look away. Did she make a mistake? Was she not supposed to say that? Was Nemuri going to get mad at her? Had she overstepped a boundary she wasn't meant to cross?

"I-I'm sorry, I—"

"No, no, I don't mind it. I liked being called that… though I never saw myself as a mother…" Nemuri said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Do you… really see me as your mother?" The ravenette asked as Yoshihara turned her attention back to Nemuri.

Did she consider her to be a replacement mother? Was that a good thing? Yoshihara truly didn't know if it was or not, so much so that it confused her. She truly didn't know what to say. She looked into Nemuri's eyes, trying to fish out an answer, but found nothing.

It was clear to Yoshihara that Nemuri wasn't quite so sure herself. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense that the blond did see the black-haired woman as her mother. At first, it was a student/teacher bond, but as time went on, she genuinely became concerned when Nemuri came home hurt or wounded from a fight with a villain, and the same applied to Yoshihara's own wounds when they trained, or, as of recently, the fight with Taro.

It was weird, this form of mutual respect blossoming into more of a motherly bond than anything else. It was… refreshing. She had been so used to adults using her in multiple different ways, not being the slightest bit remorseful for it. The only other person she felt that way about was Akira and Otoshi, and she didn't see them very often anymore.

And in that train of thought, somewhere, she finally had her answer.

"I… I mean, yeah…" Yoshihara started, looking to the side ever so slightly, not meeting Nemuri in the eyes. "You've done so much for me, a random kid you didn't even know too much about. You allowed me to stay in your home, took care of me, and treated me like an equal. I've never had the best experiences with adults, or hell, people in general. You were the first person to ever show me kindness, outside of Akira and Otoshi, of course. So, in that respect… yeah, I'd see you as my mother, in a roundabout sort of way…."

Without warning, Nemuri hugged the blond, catching her off guard. She was about to push her off of her, only to feel that her shoulder was getting wet, and it wasn't from her hair. She could hear, crying. Was Nemuri crying? Why?

"You… You have no idea how much that means to me," Nemuri said as Yoshihara slowly hugged her back. She liked the warmth that the older woman gave off. It was… comfortable. It was genuine. The blond didn't know if this was naturally a good thing, or if this was the opposite. She didn't want to open up to anyone, yet Nemuri was the only person she felt like she could confide herself in.

Was that a good thing? The blond truly didn't know.

Eventually, Nemuri let go of the blond, wiping the tears off her face. "I… I'm going to go to my room and… assemble my new statue," Yoshihara started, fidgeting slightly in place before grabbing the box that she hadn't even realized she had dropped. "I- er… call me down when Izuku and Inko get here… or if there is anything else going on… uh…see ya in a few… Mom…" Yoshihara said, dashing up the stairs.

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Izuku had been caught off guard when his mother had received a text from the pro hero Midnight of all people, telling them that they had been invited to a party of sorts for Yoshihara. At first, Izuku had been nervous but decided that it would be a good idea, considering their last meet-up ended in a fight, ensued by his mother, but that was a detail that wasn't truly important at the moment.

Sure, he was still mad at her for that, but bygones were bygones, and if Yoshihara was okay with the two of them being there, then why not? He wondered if that Kujo guy was going to be there with his Girlfriend. Maybe not, considering they had business to deal with, seeing as they were tracking down the bullet more than he and Yoshihara were.

Besides, he had a gut feeling that if they showed up something bad would have occurred. He didn't know if 4 Stand Users being in one place would attract stronger Stand Users to the area, so in his mind, two was already enough.

"When did they say we had to be there, mom?" Izuku asked, sitting on the couch wearing a green pullover hoodie and black shorts.

"Huh? Oh, 8:00 PM at the latest, 7:30 PM at the earliest. I'm just cleaning up the kitchen then we're heading out. Do you have the gift I prepared?" Inko asked as Izuku looked to his left, glancing into the bag with a smile.

"U-Uh yeah, It's right beside me!" Izuku replied, standing up. He hoped Yoshihara liked it. It wasn't every day you get into U.A.! He just hoped he would be joining her at the school. Anytime this week he was going to receive All Might's Quirk, One For All, then go to the Entrance Exam.

A part of him was really nervous, seeing as it was the Symbol Of Peace's Quirk, and he didn't exactly know how he was going to actually get it. The other part of him was excited because he would finally have a Quirk to use to become a hero! However, that was another week away, and right now he had other, more important stuff to think about.

"Okay, Izuku! We have to get going if we're going to make it on time!" Inko called out as the green-haired boy ran to the door, taking the bag with him. The two made their way out the door and to the train station.

It was already 7:15 PM, so they didn't have much time to get there. Thankfully there was a bullet train that was set to go to the deeper part of Musutafu that they could take to reach the suite that Yoshihara lived in.

Once they arrived and boarded the train, it didn't take them long to get to their stop. Upon exiting the station and making their way to the street where the suite was supposed to be, Inko looked at the text message with the address.

"It says the building is on this street, so why can't I see it?" Inko said, looking around to find an apartment building. When her eyes scanned for the addresses on the buildings, her eyes landed on a bright red building with a luxurious entrance like that of a grand hotel. "Oh, this must be—" she stopped mid-sentence when she read the sign: Love Love Deluxe.

"U-Uh, mom, are we sure we took the right address?" Izuku asked, looking at her phone. The address—1185 Tokami St, Musutafu—was what they were looking for. Yet, when they plugged it into the map, it led them straight to the Love Hotel each time.

Did Midnight give them the wrong address? That was what Izuku thought, and as the time continued to tick, the clock showing that it was 7:45 PM, Izuku began to get a little bit worried.

"Oh! You're here, good!" A voice called out to them, and as they turned around, they were met with a black-haired woman wearing a black shirt and grey yoga pants. The woman was waving them down, a smile on her face. As she approached, she put her hand down as she looked at them. "I was beginning to wonder if you had ghosted me or not, but at least you're here now, so that's a plus!" The woman said as confusion was strewn across the faces of the pair.

"A-Are you Midnight?" Izuku asked as the black-haired woman nodded.

"Yup! Although, since I'm not in my costume, just call me Kayama-san! If you're looking for the suite, it's on the top floor only my friends and family can access, come with me," Kayama said, walking over to the front door and greeting the bellhop with a wave of the hand as the group of three entered the building.

Izuku looked around, seeing the immaculate decoration and beautiful, often red and pink, colours that screamed "love." It was like the entire building was designed to get the heart pumping. Massive pink hearts were decorating the walls, phrases all about relaxing and letting one's "wild side" show itself equally painted the walls.

"Welcome, Kayama-sama, are you heading up to the suite today?" The desk worker asked, a curt smile on their face as Kayama nodded.

"Why yes, I am. I'm also bringing some of Yoshihara's friends up with me, if you would please unlock that floor for me, that would be great," Kayama said as a small click echoed in the foyer. "Thank you~!" Kayama said, blowing a kiss to the desk worker, who blushed in embarrassment.

"Y-You're welcome, Kayama-sama," the desk worker replied as Kayama walked over to the elevator. The door opened, and the ravenette gestured toward the pair.

"You two first, if you may," Kayama said as Inko and Izuku picked up the pace and entered the elevator. Upon doing so, Kayama followed suit. Once inside, the ravenette flipped open a compartment in the elevator and pressed a button. Once it was pressed, the elevator doors closed, and it began to ascend.

"Thank you for inviting us, Kayama-san," Inko thanked as the ravenette smiled, looking over to the green-haired woman.

"No problem! Besides, the last time she tried hanging out with your son they were attacked, so they didn't get to actually spend much time together. This time, however, things will be different," Kayama said, looking back towards the door as it opened.

What the pair were greeted two was… well, it looked like your average house in the upper suburbs, just squished into a two-floor apartment with no walls separating things outside of the bedrooms, which were blocked off by a thin wall and three doors, one reading "Nemuri's room," the one next to is reading as "guest room," and the final one at the beginning of the staircase reading as "Kira's room – Do Not Enter."

The living room and the kitchen were joined together, the only thing separating the two rooms was the bar-esque table in the middle of the two, only allowing for a small opening for people to get through. The living room had three couches and a coffee table in the middle. Off to the right was a hot tub, and just a few feet away from that was a 15-inch plasma TV. The entire left wall was just a massive window that overlooked the city, while the rest were hot pink walls.

"Wow…" Inko whispered, her eyes wide with shock as Izuku took a step inside.

"Help yourselves to anything. Currently, I have two friends who're hanging out in the guest room, don't disturb them, they're busy. Midoriya-kun, Yoshi-chan is in her room, knock first before entering. Midoriya-san, why don't you sit with me and we can have a few drinks?" Kayama asked as Inko waved her hands dismissively.

"Oh, heavens no! I don't drink, it would be bad for me, besides, I'm pretty lightweight when it comes to that stuff anyway," Inko replied, looking away sheepishly. "Not to mention I'm a nasty drunk," the greenette continued as Kayama shrugged.

"Suit yourself, we have other drinks in the fridge, soft drinks to be specific," the ravenette stated, walking over to the fridge. Izuku didn't bother to stay in the living room much longer, looking up at the stairs before ascending them. As he approached Yoshihara's room, he could hear the sounds of a radio playing faintly, the sounds of what sounded like an English song playing.

He could faintly hear the song, only just barely making out the lyrics—thank the school for making him take English courses.

Perfume came naturally from Paris

For cars, she couldn't care less

Fastidous and precise

She's a Killer Queen

Dynamite and a Laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind!

As Izuku began to turn the doorknob, the radio stopped playing, and as Izuku peeked in, Yoshihara looked over at him, her face changing from a scowl to that of a smile. "Oh! Midoriya-kun, you're here!" The blond said with enthusiasm.

She was only wearing an oversized black shirt with kanji on the back of the shirt reading: Mondays are the worst. She was on her knees, holding what appeared to be a tube of glue in one hand and an arm of a figure she was building in the other. "The hand joint off of my Death The Kid figure is really tight, so I'm just trying to loosen it a little bit using what people in this little circle call 'The Lube Tube,' er, well, only one person said that but It's kinda fitting," The blond said, standing up.

The shirt went down to her knees, almost making it look like a dress. One of the shoulders barely fit her, so it was drooping down to one side, exposing the top of her shoulder. Her hair was wet, so she must've just come out of a shower. In Izuku's mind, he had to admit, she looked pretty cute.

"Uh? Midoriya, are you good, your cheeks are getting red," Yoshihara commented to break the silence, which only made the green-haired boy cover up the lower half of his face with his hands.

"I-I-I—"

Yoshihara simply shook her head at the boy's stuttering, a small smirk coming to her face as she walked up to him. "Come on silly, just get in here so we can talk. I'm not gonna bite," Yoshihara said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into her room.

Down on the bottom floor, Nemuri giggled quietly to herself as Inko smiled. "Those two really get along, don't they?" Inko commented. Nemuri nodded, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

"Well, she was willing to lay down her life for the boy, and considering this is the first time Yoshihara has ever stuck her neck out that far for someone, I think she likes him," Nemuri stated, reclining in her chair. "I wanna make a bet. If you win, you and your son get to stay in this place with us, and I'll get one of my friends at U.A. to make you an extra room, free of charge. If I win, well… hmm, ah I know, you tell me one of your deepest, darkest secrets, how about that?" Nemuri said, causing Inko to flinch slightly.

"Hmm… oh you know what, why not. I'm all for it. I've never lost a bet in my life so I'll take you up on that," Inko said a confident smile on her face.

"Upfront, I like it. You don't even know what the bet is! Ha, I like you already Midoriya-san! Well, here's the bet: In two months from now, once the pair get into U.A., they'll be dating, 100%, and a month later, your son's gonna lose his virginity. What's your counterpoint to that?" Nemuri said, a smirk on her face as Inko paled for a split second before regaining composure.

"Hmm… well, I say it'll take at least four months for them to be dating. If I know my Izuku, in which I do, he's too dense to pick up on any romantic things unless it's blaring in his face. The virginity bit, though… that all depends. I'd say the same thing, a month after they get together he's going to lose it. Not that I don't trust Izuku, but Kira-san seems to have a bit of a wild side to her," Inko stated, smiling.

"I agree to that, alright, your four months vs my two, may the best lady win!" Nemuri said, outstretching her hand as Inko shook it.

Back in Yoshihara's room, the two teens were sitting side by side on Yoshihara's bed, reading the first volume of Soul Eater. "Wow, Maka and Soul really are great partners! And you said this was made before the time of Quirks?" Izuku said as Yoshihara nodded.

"Yup! It came out in 2004, WAYYY before any of the stuff we have now was out. I have all twenty-five volumes of the perfect edition of this series, not to mention I have all of the Anime on DVD, and I have the soundtrack. Plus, I now have one of the figures of the main group of characters, Death The Kid! It cost me and my mom about 200,000 Yen to get everything. But I don't regret it at all!" Yoshihara said, her smile bright and cheerful.

"It's almost like me and my All Might collection, just… a little less weird," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Eh? No, you're All Might collection isn't weird. Maybe a bit much, but definitely NOT weird. What would be weird is if you had a body pillow of All Might, then that'd be crossing the 'okay' territory and head first diving into the bizarre and not okay territory," Yoshihara stated as Izuku froze up.

"They have… body pillows of All Might?" Izuku asked, his voice a bit shaky out of what the blond could only assume to be weird curiosity.

"Yup…" Yoshihara said, sighing. "Midoriya, don't do what I think you're gonna—"

"Huh? No! That's gross! I may like All Might, but that's an invasion of privacy. That stuff shouldn't exist, oh god, what if there's one of every hero, even the new graduates from schools, that's just creepy!" Izuku said, rubbing his arm as Yoshihara snickered.

"Oh my, Midoriya-kun, you seem to be skeeved out by that, you good?" Yoshihara asked as Izuku nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, even I think that's going a bit too far, and I collect defect figures of him," Izuku said, shaking his head. "Can we just get back to reading now, the less I talk about this topic the better," the green-haired boy said as Yoshihara smiled.

"Alright, now, where were we? Ah, yes, Soul was about to eat that big clawed guy's soul!" Yoshihara said, pointing at the panel in question.

It had been a long time since the blond was able to bond over a shared love for something. Not many people had the same geeky tendencies as she did. While she hid it well, when she was around Izuku, there was just something about him that made her want to be herself.

Yet, she still played out her act. She had to. She didn't want him to run away, fearing that the feelings she held for him were fake. She didn't want Izuku to be scared of her or hate her because she couldn't feel the same way he felt. She couldn't express her emotions in the best way, but she was learning, and she was trying to re-learn her emotions.

But until she could re-learn all of that before she could teach herself that being herself, that allowing others to see her for who she really was, was a good thing, she would have to keep up the act.

In a way, it was ironic. Putting on a mask to hide one's true self from someone that they had feelings for. Well, in Yoshihara's case, it wasn't "feelings," more like she felt whole around him. Like he was the person who could fill that missing void in her heart that her mother had clawed out of her so long ago.

Was that what love was? Perhaps, or perhaps not. She'd just have to find out. For now, she just wanted to enjoy Midoriya's company, just for the time being, just so that they could be alone together and finally spend some time together.

It was nice. She wanted to stay like this forever, but she knew she couldn't. He would eventually have to go home, and she would be without him again for a while.

But that was fine. It was best to use this time that she had with him to do something that they both enjoyed, and if it meant re-reading Soul Eater for the fifth time in the same month, she didn't mind.

The two sat there for what felt like ages reading Manga, giggling and laughing at the antics the main cast got up to. But if it was one thing that Izuku didn't like about the Manga, in particular, it would have to be the fan service. Seeing the girls in the Manga, regardless of their age, being sexualized put the boy off a little bit, but that was just his own opinion.

But, if Yoshihara liked it, he could try to stomach it, even if it meant going a little bit out of his comfort zone.

He enjoyed the time he had to hang out with the blond. It made up for the attack that happened the last time, and it also allowed him to see more into Yoshihara's life. He liked Yoshihara, as a friend of course, but there was one thing that unnerved him.

The fakeness.

All of her expressions oozed falsehoods, it was like she was putting on an act. He could tell that she genuinely wanted to be friends with him, it was obvious, hell if saving him from his own mom and some random villain who wanted him dead didn't prove as such, he didn't know what would, but her expressions, her emotions, they all seemed fake to a degree—like they were practiced.

Izuku knew about her past working at that gross brothel before she met Kayama-san, so perhaps that had something to do with it or something that she else that she wasn't telling him, but the fact of the matter remained that she was faking her smiles, faking her expressions with emotion, all of it. He would know, he had faked a smile through many degrees in his life, and he got really good at it, but this? This was something else.

He didn't know why she was faking it, perhaps she had a good reason to, perhaps it was something in her life that happened before the brothel, perhaps it was something recent, but whatever it was, it had affected her in a bad way.

But for now, Izuku didn't want to think about it. Instead, he wanted to just spend time with his friend and read Manga with her.

As Izuku turned the first page on the fifth volume, he was about to open his mouth when he heard a light snoring come from the side of his shoulder. He glanced over to his left side to see Yoshihara's head on his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his as she slept. He wanted to jump up and freak out, but the rational side of his brain told him to just sit there and leave it be.

It was cute, in a platonic sort of way. He couldn't help but feel his face burn up, his cheeks stained red as he stared at her. She looked comfortable, and a part of him worried that if he moved his body in any way that she'd wake up.

The door creaked open, and Izuku snapped his attention to it. Standing in the doorway was Inko, who was about to open her mouth until Izuku gestured to Yoshihara, sleeping on his shoulder. Inko nodded, tapping her wrist. Izuku looked at the time, it was midnight—the latest he had stayed up without studying.

"Do you want to stay the night? The other guests left and Nemuri is cleaning the sheets on the bed so it can be used," Inko whispered as Izuku nodded. "Okay, Nemuri has a spare set of clothes you can use. I'll see you in the afternoon then, love you Izuku," Inko said, walking out of the room and gently closing the door.

The green-haired boy looked down at Yoshihara, whose grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly. Her expression had changed from one of indifference to one of…sadness? It looked like it was sadness. He didn't know what it was she dreaming about but wasn't something that she appeared to like.

Instead of getting up and letting her sleep by herself, izuku decided to stay, closing the volume of Soul Eater and decided to doze off right there. Little did either of them know what when Izuku did fall asleep, not even 30 minutes later, Izuku fell over from his sitting up position to where he was now laying down, leaving Yoshihara on top of him, her left arm moving to his waist and her head nuzzled into his chest.

When Nemuri went inside the room to get Izuku, she simply smiled, left the room, then came back with a light blanket to put on the two of them so they wouldn't get cold.

Besides, it not only doubled as a nice gesture but also a prank to scare the living daylights out of the pair. And as Nemuri left, she felt a warm sensation in her heart. Even though neither of them told the other, she knew pretty damn well what was going on.

The two, or at least Midoriya, had a crush on one another.