This was honestly a really sweet moment between Izuku and Ochako when it came to The Post-Dark Hero Arc and this conversation was just honestly really wholesome to see them talk about what transpired and what she did for him.
Summary: Midoriya and Uraraka exist on a whole different plane of existence when they're on a mission together, whether that be beating a villain, rescuing civilians, or simply making dinner after a hard day's work. And Tenya is just so happy that they have each other. To him, it's the least of what they deserve.
Izuocha Week 2021 Day 1: Unstoppable/Perfect Union
Watching Midoriya and Uraraka interact was an act of wonder, Tenya thought.
He wondered if they saw it, if they knew how they acted around each other. If they knew how in-sync they were, orbiting around each other in perfect unity. Tenya doubted it. Both of them were incredibly intelligent, both academically and emotionally, but when it came to themselves and their relationships, they stumbled about like newborn fawns. Tenya still remembers way back in first year how Midoriya would need constant validation about his friends’ platonic love for him, even if he never outright asked for it.
And while Tenya himself didn’t exactly have any room to talk (social interactions weren’t exactly… his forte), he knew he wasn’t the only one to see it.
Their classmates would comment on it whenever Midoriya and Uraraka were teamed up together for heroics class, whether in pairs or in groups. Everyone watching would either tease (Ashido or Kaminari) or compliment (Yaoyorozu or Todoroki) how well the two worked together. Tenya would never say it to their faces, only because he knew their fragile constitutions wouldn’t hold up against it, but they acted like a real Hero Duo on the field, like true partners facing off against a great enemy.
It was truly awe-inspiring. Tenya worked well with Midoriya and Uraraka, but he didn’t think he’d ever achieve with them what they had with each other. In ways, he’s a little jealous of it, that unyielding, unbreakable trust in one another, being so sure that the other is there at your back or by your side. Much in the way a romantic might yearn for a soulmate, Tenya hoped he could find someone (or someones) he could trust so implicitly.
Yes, it was truly inspiring, what they had.
… And, because he was only human and even he knew of the implications of that type of relationship, Tenya, too, found it incredibly cute and romantic.
Take now, as an example.
It is late. Tenya, Midoriya, and Uraraka have all returned back to their dorms, coincidentally arriving home from their work-studies at the same time. As such, they decided to make a quick dinner together to speed up the process and head to bed.
Tenya will be the first to acknowledge he is not exactly… adept in the art of cooking. He is from a wealthy legacy family, and as such, before the dorm system in U.A. was set up, had never needed to cook his own meals before. Over the last two-and-a-half years he’s definitely improved, but he’s honestly only upgraded from being a Kitchen Hazard to Well, At Least It’s Edible (courtesy of Ashido, which isn’t that fair, considering she herself is still labeled Kitchen Hazard (courtesy of Bakugou)). He does his fair share, however, but Midoriya and Uraraka (the fourth and second place holders of the class-proclaimed Best Cooks list that they all created (and have since updated) in first year), they take control of the kitchen since they have it to themselves.
Midoriya is an incredible sous-chef, a skill he explains came from helping his mother cook throughout his childhood. Uraraka is a heavenly chef, an adverb she would most certainly deny, because the late and long shifts her parents needed to take often meant she needed to fend for herself. She said developing that skill meant she could take a little stress off her parents’ shoulders whenever they came home late and were greeted with a warm dinner.
(His friends are so incredible, he adores them with all his heart).
With these combined facts, including their supernatural teamwork, Tenya has no doubt they’ll put together an absolutely delicious spread. He only hopes he won’t get in the way much, as he tries to lighten their load.
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Izuocha Week 2020 Day 1: After Work
Summary: Izuku decided to ask Ochako to marry him on April 14th
She was pacing around their shared bedroom and ranting about her day’s tribulations, hands animated and words quick, when Izuku realized she was the one.
Ochako had barged into their bedroom just as he left the master bathroom and began with, “Oh you will not believe the day I had today.”
“Oh no, what happened?” he had said and sat down on the foot of their bed, preparing for the much-needed vent. For the first five minutes of it, he had voiced his own frustration and anger in between her pauses—”What? No way! What an ass! Are you kidding me?”—but after that, she had begun pacing and had begun talking too fast for him to give input. Normally whenever she told him of the trials she went through as a thirty-two year old female hero in today’s society, he simmered in his own rage that anybody could ever disrespect the Uravity, but that night as he watched her pace and vent and trash some dirtbags, he’d never felt more in love. (He did feel incredibly pissed though, make no mistake).
It’s not as if he didn’t know he loved Ochako before, and that she loved him, but something about hearing her absolutely eviscerate some of the cockier, pig-headed heroes she had to work with that day with quick, venom-laced words and a voice that was getting more and more accented by the second locked her in his heart forever. She really was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It seemed so obvious, now that the idea had finally formed in his mind. Who else would he ever want at his side for all of eternity?
“Anyway,” she harshly sighed, pausing in front of him. She seemed to have gotten her frustration out of her system. “That’s about all that happened. How was your day?”
He considered telling her. She would say yes, that he knew for sure (well okay, he was about 90—80—70—he was pretty sure she would). He could ask her right that moment, as he gazed up at her lean, breathless figure that stood above him inquisitively. He should probably answer her—
“Ah, well, you know,” he said, trying to calm the dancing of his heart as his mind filled with half-baked proposal plans and thoughts of weddings and anniversaries and life spent at her side. “About the same for me, as usual. Paperwork is killing me these days.”
Ochako laughed as the rest of her anger drained out of her and she stepped forward into his awaiting arms, melting into his embrace. “Well maybe if you didn’t spend so much time rushing off every time you hear someone be mildly inconvenienced, you’d be more on top of things.”
Izuku laughed and securely wrapped his arms around her waist. His tone was light and teasing, but he looked at her as if she were the moon, full and bright in a sky of sparkling stars. “If I had a 100 yen for every time someone told me that.”
“We wouldn’t even need to work anymore,” Ochako joked, interlacing her fingers behind his neck, “we’d be the richest couple in the entire world.”
“Hey, who says I’m sharing? I earned that money for being a selfless do-gooder fair and square!” His face hurt from smiling so hard. His heart felt so full, his stomach so nervous and excited. He felt as if he could float right off their bed. God, he loved her so much.
Ochako snorted. “Self-sacrificing douchebag, more like it. What must your managers think, rushing off into danger at the blink of an eye?”
“I dunno about my manager, but the public and Hero Commission seem to love it,” he jokingly bragged. He was currently up by five places on her. They’d never cared much about the numbers, but there was nothing wrong with a little competition to tease their lover and friends (it was especially entertaining boasting to Kacchan, who would fly into a rage at the mere mention of you being a single place higher than him).
Ochako rolled her eyes and poked him accusingly in the center of his chest, leaving one hand resting on the base of his neck. “If the public knew that you weren’t the hunky, cool guy you broadcast to them and were actually just a huge dork who still freaks out over heroes, they wouldn’t stick around.”
“You wound me!” he exclaimed, feeling as if he might burst from all of the emotions bubbling inside him. He could feel himself shaking with the euphoria of their banter, of being so close to her, of being the luckiest man in the universe. “I can very much be both a nerd and a cool, life-saving guy!”
“Only a nerd who knows his friends will never let him forget his nerdy nerding out would believe that,” she countered.
“Ah—hm…” Well, she’s got him there.
Her expression turned smug as he searched for a response. Finding none, he tightened his grip around her, pulling her even tighter to him, and began pressing messy distraction kisses all over her jaw, neck, and collar. She let out shrieking laughter as he did, shoving at his shoulders. “No, Deku, I’m all dirty!”
“You’re beautiful,” he said into her skin. After realizing normal pushing wasn’t going to do it, Ochako laid all five fingers upon his exposed neck and Izuku felt the familiar feel of weightlessness. Then, Ochako pushed him all the way down onto the bed by the shoulders and effectively stopped his campaign of kisses.
“Hey, quirks are cheating!” he playfully accused and she rolled her eyes.
“So is kissing me to distract me from my win,” she countered and her eyes gleamed. “Don’t you think that worked, either.” He paused in his adoring to look up at her still smug expression, something she still managed to pull off with a bright red face.
“Maybe I wasn’t trying to distract you,” he lied, though the next part was true. “Maybe I just couldn’t resist kissing my cute girlfriend, ever think of that?”
Somehow, her face glowed even brighter, but she rolled her eyes again. As she did, he quickly bent his arms to grasp at her wrists and used her weight to flip their positions. She hadn’t been as solidly braced as she would have been during a fight, nor had he been pinned for the same reason, so the flipping was significantly easier than he was used to in their past matches. Taking advantage of her shock, he quickly pushed her hands together and his stomach dropped along with the rest of him as his gravity returned. As he fell, he pushed her hands onto either side of her head and pinned her there as his feet landed solidly on either side of her.
They blinked at each other for a silent few seconds, Ochako half off the bed and Izuku hunched over it and her, and then he said, “Wow, I can’t believe that worked.”
Ochako snorted, amusement breaking through her surprised expression, and she cried, “That’s so like you!”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” he protested, but Ochako’s laughter was contagious and he soon joined her. His hands released her wrists, sliding to brace himself on the bed under her. warm and happy and so in love it hurt.
Ochako wrapped her arms around him as her laughter died down, sighing happily and relaxing into the bed. Izuku gazed down at her, his eyes and smile soft, and wondered for the millionth time how he could have been so lucky.
One of her hands went from his back to his cheek, her four-fingered touch gentle and expression soft. His own breath caught in his throat, exactly like it’s done since high school. She gently caressed his cheek with her thumb and whispered in the space between them, “I love you.”
His smile pulled taut across his face again and, with a gasping breath, said, “I love you too.” She let out a single laugh and he lowered his mouth to capture it between his lips, eyes burning and heart soaring.
Izuku could think of proposals and weddings and their future, together, later. He had time. They had time. And right now, all he wanted to do was spend that time here, in the present, with his incredible, amazing, absolutely wonderful love as they relaxed and loved together in the calm of their home after work.
