1A Girls walking in on you
Think of this when it's like season 4 or season 5 and all of em are dating. Also, this is taken from their perspective so, enjoy!
My mom made me mochi and brownies today, and of course, I brought some back to the dorms. I shared a few with my friends-because, well, I'm not a monster-but I made sure to save the best pieces for just me and Y/N. He's my boyfriend after all, and I am trying to be a good girlfriend!
Pulling out my phone, I quickly texted him.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I grinned to myself. 'He thinks I'm coming by later.. but nope. I'm already on my way.'
Evil? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely.
Skipping up the stairs toward Y/N's room, I balanced the little lunchbox in my hands. With a big smile, I pushed open his door and exclaimed, "Surpri-!"
Shirt halfway off, toned back in full display, and.. OH GOD.
My brain completely shorted out. "E-Eep!" I squeaked, immediately slamming the door shut like it was a cursed item.
My face burned as the image of his body looped in my head like a broken record. 'Holy crap, I was just trying to bring him dessert and now I need holy water. He looked-he looked like a GOD. CALM. DOWN. OCHAKO.'
Thirty painfully long seconds passed before the door creaked open again. Y/N stood there, now fully dressed in his casual clothes, looking entirely unbothered.
"I thought you said you'd come by later," he said with a soft laugh, scratching his cheek. Then he noticed the lunchbox in my hands. "Wait-is that for us?"
Snapping out of my spiraling embarrassment, I nodded rapidly, still red as a tomato. "Y-Yep! I brought mochi and brownies-thought we could share, hehe.."
He smiled warmly, stepping aside and pulling the door open wider. "Don't just stand there like you've seen a ghost. Come in."
And so I did-still flustered, but now with dessert and a very distracting memory burned into my brain.
I got a new vinyl today, and there's only one person I want to listen to it with-Y/N. The problem? He's vanished. Like, completely. I've been looking everywhere for the past ten hours.
Okay, more like ten minutes. But still.
I spotted Mina and the girls lounging on the couch, eyes glued to a horror movie. Perfect distraction. Creeping up behind them, I smirked and yelled. "Boo!"
"Jirou!" Ochako yelped, clutching her chest. "W-What was that for!?"
I let out a soft laugh, hands raised in mock surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Couldn't help it. Anyway, have any of you seen Y/N?"
Mina answered, "He just got back from training. He's probably in his room."
"Thanks," I nodded, giving her a quick wave before heading upstairs, clutching the vinyl sleeve to my chest like it was made of gold.
My boots echoed up the stairs as I approached his dorm. Without thinking, I pushed open the door.
"Yo, I got a new vin.. yl.." My voice trailed off.
There he was. Still damp from the shower, towel slung low around his hips, hair wet, steam clinging to his skin like he'd just walked out of a music video.
"Oh, uh-sorry. I should've knocked.." I mumbled, eyes darting away as I quickly closed the door.
The moment it clicked shut, I practically melted to the floor, crouching down and hiding my face behind the vinyl.
'Oh my god oh my god oh my god-he was basically naked! I wasn't ready for that!'
I sat there for what felt like hours, brain still buffering and cheeks on fire.
Eventually, the door opened again. Y/N stepped out, now fully dressed with a towel draped over his head, drying his hair. He looked just as flustered as me.
"I.. kinda forgot to lock the door," he admitted, chuckling awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.
I peeked up from behind the vinyl. "It's fine! I forgot to knock anyway, so.. yeah." I let out a laugh that was more nervous than I'd like to admit.
The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a guitar pick. I decided to break it.
"S-So.. I got this new vinyl, and I was wondering if.. you wanna listen to it? In my room?" My voice cracked at the end, and I cleared my throat.
He smiled, finally meeting my eyes. "Sure. I've got nothing else going on."
He stepped out, closing his door behind him as we started walking down the hallway.
"What album is it?" he asked, hands tucked into his pockets.
"Wolf. Old album, but gold," I replied, the corners of my mouth lifting into a small smile.
And just like that, awkwardness faded into something warm-and familiar.
Currently, I'm chilling in Y/N's room, sprawled out like a starfish on his bed, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram Reels. Meanwhile, my boyfriend-Mr. Workout Warrior over there-was doing push-ups like his life depended on it.
It's been, like.. what? Ten minutes? Or maybe ten hours. Who knows.
"Y/N~" I groaned, rolling onto my stomach dramatically, 'I thought we were gonna cuddle~" I kicked my feet and gave him the best pout I could muster.
He let out a light chuckle, pausing mid-push-up before flopping onto the floor, totally spent. "I'm done, I'm done," he said breathlessly, sitting up and looking around. "Wait-where's my water?"
He scanned the room, then sighed in defeat. "I left my bottle in the lounge.."
He started getting up to go retrieve it, but I shot up and hopped off the bed, blocking his path with a big grin. "Uh-uh! No way. You stay here and clean up. I'll go get your bottle!"
"No buts!" I cut in, placing a hand on my hip with a smirk. "The only butts you'll see later are mine, thank you very much." I gave him a wink. "Besides, I'm not about to let my exhausted, sweaty boyfriend go all the way downstairs when I can grab it for him."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, defeated. "Alright, alright. I'll go clean up.."
He grabbed his towel and disappeared into the bathroom while I trotted off to retrieve the bottle like a true MVP girlfriend.
Downstairs in the lounge, I spotted the familiar bottle near the couch.. surrounded by chaos.
"I'm telling you, that bottle is Aizawa's!" Iida exclaimed, arms flailing dramatically.
"No way! Look at it-it's black, it screams Tokoyami!" Denki shot back, clearly just as clueless.
The entire group was in a full-blown debate over a water bottle.
With a dramatic sigh, I stepped in and snatched it off the table. "It's Y/N's. He forgot it after training," I said, deadpan.
Silence. Just wide eyes and slack jaws. I walked away like a queen.
Back upstairs, I pushed open Y/N's door. "I got your bot-ttle.."
He was mid-change. In nothing but boxers. About to pull on his shirt.
Wet hair. Toned torso. Steam still lingering on his skin.
And I-bless my chaotic little heart-closed the door behind me instead of walking out.
With a grin, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo.
"Damn~ my boo's looking extra fine today," I teased, putting the phone away. "Is that all for me later? Hm? Such a bad boy~"
I started circling him like a shark, grinning the whole time.
He looked flustered. Adorably so. "Y-You're such a tease.. Can you, like, look away for a second?" he mumbled, clearly struggling to focus.
I giggled, spinning around dramatically. "Okay, okay~ whatever you say, pretty boy."
I heard the rustling behind me as he quickly dressed-and then, suddenly- I was lifted off the floor.
He floated me across the room with his psychokinesis and dropped me gently onto the bed before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist.
"E-Eh!? I was just joking!" I squeaked, wide-eyed.
He blinked down at me, completely innocent. "Hm? I'm just cuddling you. You don't want that?"
My face flushed. "N-No! I do, I do-I just thought.. y'know.. something else.." I trailed off, suddenly the one getting teased.
He smirked, flicking my forehead gently. "Perv."
Then he flopped beside me, pulling me into a warm side-hug cuddle. And just like that, my heart melted.
I had the perfect plan-sneak into Y/N's room and scare him while invisible. Classic! Sure, I'd have to strip down completely, but hey, commitment is key to a good prank, right? Muehehe..
Unfortunately, the girls weren't exactly on board.
"That's such a bad idea," they all said in unison, staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
"Aw, c'mon! Everyone needs a little scare every now and then!" I pouted dramatically.
"Toru, he has spatial awareness. He'll sense you before you even breathe near him," Ochako pointed out, arms crossed.
"He's also Y/N. He'll know it's you the second you giggle or trip over his dumb floor lamp," Jirou added flatly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"But I'm the only one who is invisible! It's the perfect plan!" I insisted, throwing my arms up-not that they could see them, anyway.
They all exchanged tired glances.
"You know what? Go for it," Jirou finally sighed. "But if you get caught or sent flying, don't come running to us. We warned you."
By the time she finished that sentence, I was already gone.
Zooming up the stairs, I quietly cracked open Y/N's door and slipped inside, barely able to contain my giggles.
'This is it. The scare of the century-'
But the moment I looked up, I froze.
There he was.. changing. His shirt was halfway on, revealing toned muscles and just-whoa. My invisibility didn't hide the muffled scream that escaped me.
He instantly tensed. "..I can feel you," he said sharply, scanning the room. But after a pause, his voice softened. "Toru?"
"A-Ah.. I'm sorry.." I squeaked, mortified.
Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You must be freezing. Stay there."
He moved to his closet and pulled out a set of spare clothes-an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. He held them out in front of him, careful to look away.
"It's baggy, but better than you walking around like this. I.. don't want you getting sick."
Despite everything-the prank, the embarrassment-his kindness made my heart flutter.
"..Thanks," I whispered, gently taking the clothes from his hands.
Even if the prank failed, somehow... this turned out sweeter than I expected.
Ugh.. I've been staring at this formula for hours, and I still can't figure it out. It's frustrating, to say the least. I've solved harder equations than this before, but for some reason, this one just refuses to make sense.
If I don't get this right, I might lose a mark on the upcoming exam-and that's unacceptable. I won't let that happen.
Wait.. Y/N is quite skilled at this subject, isn't he? Of course! I'll ask for his help. He's always been generous with his time.
Grabbing my notebook and holding it tightly to my chest, I stood up from my desk and walked briskly out of my dorm room.
"If Hawks has two 'ah's, how does the Skibidi outrun the pizza?" I muttered, still mentally repeating the riddle-like phrasing of the question. Honestly, the phrasing might be part of why I'm struggling.
Without thinking, I turned the knob to Y/N's room and stepped in.
"Y/N, may I ask how to-?"
His shirt was halfway off, torso bare, and the way the light framed his physique-'no, no, Momo, stop staring!'
I blinked twice before quickly averting my eyes, flustered. "My deepest apologies! I should have knocked!" I bowed swiftly, then stepped out and gently closed the door behind me, face flushed.
Now standing in the hallway, I did my best to focus on the formula again.. but I couldn't help it. 'The way he looked-his posture, that physique-it was practically model-like.'
'Compose yourself, Momo! You're here for academic purposes! Focus on the problem, not.. his body.'
A few seconds later, the door creaked open. Y/N stood there, now fully dressed, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.
"Sorry about that," he chuckled. "I forgot to lock the door-totally on me." Then, his expression softened. "Did you need something?"
I cleared my throat and tried to maintain my composure. "Yes, I.. I was hoping you could help me with this equation. May I come in?"
He nodded and opened the door wider. "Of course. I was actually struggling with the same thing. Maybe we can figure it out together?"
Relieved-and slightly more composed-I smiled. "I'd like that very much."
Saturdays are supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. A good time to clean your room, feed the goldfish, maybe finish that one book you keep saying you'll get back to.
But instead of doing any of that, I found myself sitting cross-legged in the common room with a canvas tote bag on my lap, filled halfway with coupons, a grocery list, and a shared budget spreadsheet Y/N made last night.
It's our turn to restock the dorm essentials. Basic stuff-rice, snacks, ramen, laundry detergent. A few drinks. I even added some snacks for myself when no one was looking.
Y/N said he'd meet me here at 10.
I glanced at the time again.
Okay. I know it's not that late, but I'm not really the waiting type. Especially when it comes to places like convenience stores. The later we go, the more crowded it gets, and the less I want to stand in a line sandwiched between an old lady yelling on her phone and someone who's definitely skipping deodorant.
After a few more moments of patience-and chewing on the string of my hoodie-I stood up with a quiet sigh. "I'm just gonna go get him myself," I mumbled, slinging the bag over my shoulder.
The walk to his room didn't take long. He's only a few doors down, and I've been here enough times that I could find it blindfolded. I reached for the doorknob and turned it without knocking.
"Y/N, the store's going to get crowded if we don't-"
There he was. Shirtless. Mid-change. Pants halfway up his legs, standing like a deer caught in headlights.
Then closed the door without a word.
I wasn't flustered. Not really. I've seen his body before. He's helped me with my heat cycles before, when it gets really bad. I know his body like I know my own: well enough not to make it weird.
Still, maybe I should've knocked.
A few seconds later, the door opened again. Y/N stepped out, fully clothed now, towel still hanging around his neck and hair a little tousled like he just got up. He looked at me sheepishly, scratching his back.
"Sorry, I overslept," he said with a chuckle. "Did you get the money I sent?"
I nodded. "Yep. Everything's in the budget sheet. We should get going before the register line becomes a nightmare."
He nodded back. "Lead the way."
And just like that, we walked off together. No drama. No fluster. Just quiet steps and shared silence.
