My Bubble Girl
“Hey Deku welcome oH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” Ochako yelped, Izuku winced. He thought he’d cleaned up enough.
Apparently not.
“Dust quirk. Got caught in it. Kacchan too,” he said with a shrug. Some dust filtered off his shoulders, and he smiled sheepishly. She blew a raspberry, glaring at the dust on her floor.
“I’m sure Kiri will take care of him. But I have to deal with you. And I don’t want any of that dirt tracked anywhere in my clean house.”
“But I cleaned up-”
“Yeah sure you did Deku,” she said with an eye roll. “Plus I need to bathe too...I have an interview tomorrow. Ugh water bill is gonna be higher…” She muttered. She was right. They’d kept making a mess of things, and needed to use more water, so the bill would be higher. They could pay for it, technically, but Ochako was trying to help her parents and those who really needed the money, and Izuku was trying to help kids in need.
So yeah.
A little low on cash for the time being.
“Well we could always bathe together,” he joked.
She blinked, mulling it over. “Why not,” she said with a shrug.
Oh.
oH.
“Wait-”
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“I-I didn’t m-mean it f-for real O-O-Ochako!” He stuttered, as she poured bubbles into the bath. “I-I can w-wait and the b-bill won’t be t-too h-high.”
“Izu take a look at yourself, and then look at me. We’re a mess, it’s the end of the month, and we used more water this month so yes this is fine. Plus we have stuff to do tomorrow and it’s one bath.”
“B-But-”
“Deku we’ve lived together in this apartment for almost a year now. It’s one bath, and nothing bad is going to happen. What are you scared of?”
“W-Well...”
“And there’s bubbles so we won’t see anything. It’s fine. Plus I’m sure you’ll need help getting the dirt out of your hair,” she said, fingering a curl. He turned red, and she giggled. “One bath Izu. That’s it I promise. Please?” She was giving him the puppy dog eyes.
He sighed. “Fine,” he mumbled. She smiled again. He melted at her gaze. “You get in first...” he mumbled again, face cherry. He turned around. She giggled, and he heard her footsteps coming from behind him.
“Thanks Deku,” she whispered before kissing the space where his neck met his head under his ear. He turned redder. She walked away again, and he shut his eyes tight. Sure they’d been dating for almost a year and a half. Sure they’ve lived together for almost a year.
But it was still...new to him.
He heard a slight crash, and groan. “I’m fine!” Ochako called a second later.
“What?!”
“Nothing!”
He waited a minute longer. “Alright Deku I’m not looking,” she called. He turned slowly, she was putting her hair up. The bubble’s went over her shoulders, stopping around her collarbone. He breathed a sigh of relief. There were a lot of bubbles.
He quickly undressed, noticing the dust and dirt falling out of his clothes. He slid into the tub, almost submerging. “Slick I know. I almost got a mouthful of metal trying to get in,” she giggled. He laughed, sinking into the world of warm water and bubbles. Her leg brushed his.
They sat awkwardly for a moment, before she reached over to grab his shower pouf. “Want me to help with getting the dirt off your back?” She asked, her face tinting pink.
“A-Ah s-sure!” He stuttered. She scooted forward, and grabbed the soap. She bit her lip, hiding a plotting smile. Izuku turned around, trying to calm his blush.
Then she threw the soap covered pouf at him.
It hit his head, the soap exploding all over his hair. He spun around quickly (almost toppling over.) “Did you just…?” Her laughter was his answer. “Oh Ochako...this is war,” he said, grabbing her pouf, covering it with a variety of soaps around him.
“Wait Deku-” she was cut off by soap to the face. “Blech it got in my mouth!” She yelled, spitting at him. He ducked away, laughing. “Get back here you little crap!” She giggled, like there was anywhere to go.
She grabbed a handful of bubbles, and mashed them in his face. It slipped down his face making him look like- “You look like Santa,” she snorted, laughing. He gave her a joking stink eye.
“And you look like...” he mashed bubbles in her hair. “Some weird whipped cream treat,” he laughed.
She mock gasped. “You take that back! No whipped cream treat is weird! We’re all delicious!” She cried, throwing the pouf at him again. It hit him in the face.
“Now it got in my mouth!” He laughed. She snorted again. “And in my eyes,” he added. “It burns.”
“Oh I’m sorry!” She said, her laughter silencing. She grabbed a sprayer (something he didn’t even know they had) and sprayed at his face to get the soap out.
It was at full blast, causing more shrieks of laughter. “We’re flooding the bathroom,” she said with more giggles.
“The water bill is going to be higher when we have to clean,” he laughed.
She groaned. “I know! Arg! And this was supposed to keep the water bill low!” She sighed. “And convincing you took forever. Stupid stubborn Deku,” she said with a glare. A smile was still plastered on her face, so he didn’t take it to heart.
“Well Deku is known for his stubbornness. Ask Ground Zero.” She rolled her eyes, laughing again.
“Mmmhmmm or just ask me. I live with him.”
“Oh? And Miss what is it like living AND dating the number one hero?” He asked, pretending to be a reporter. She laughed as he held out his hand like he was holding a microphone.
She leaned forward, still laughing. “Well he’s a pain in the butt. Stubborn. A shy stuttering mess. Someone who would sacrifice everything, including himself for others. But he’s a dork, a sweetheart, someone I can trust, and have fun with. Someone I would happily spend my entire life with.”
His voice caught, and he almost stuttered his answer back. “He sounds like a wonderful boyfriend!”
Her eyes and smile went soft and dreamy. “He is. Even though we have hero work, we're trying to achieve our dreams. Trying to help others. Even if it’s at the cost of we can’t do most things couples do. I adore him. Even because of that, I love him, and I’m glad he’s mine.”
He smiled, cheeks going red. He leaned forward, to whisper in her ear.
“Mine,” he said like those seagulls from Finding Nemo. She burst out laughing.
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” She giggled.
He scooped her up in his arms, no longer feeling shy. She squealed, still giggling. “Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.” She laughed, their noses brushing. She tilted her head, and kissed the tip of his nose.
“Mine,” she whispered. He blushed again, as she traced his freckles. Her fingers brushed the freckles by the corner of his mouth. He moved her hand and kissed each little finger pad. She smiled.
“Can you float the bath bubbles?” He asked, suddenly. “I’ve actually been wondering that this entire time.”
She blinked, before shoving his chest, laughing again. “Deku!”
“What?!”
“We were having a moment you jerk! You ruined it!” She laughed.
“B-But-”
“I know I know. Once you’re curious about something there’s no stopping you.” She laughed. Then her laughter stopped, curiosity playing over her features. He liked the way her mouth twitched or how her eyebrows creased when she thought. “Hmmmm can I though?”
“Wanna try it?” He asked, cupping some of the bubbles. She laughed, touching each individual one softly. The small one’s started floating, the larger one’s popped at her touch. They were soon surrounded by small clumps of bubbles.
“I didn’t know I could do this!” She laughed, looking around.
“I’m surprised we didn’t figure this out sooner!” He laughed, popping a bubble near his head.
“It’s probably because I’ve never tried touching a bubble with all five finges. Usually they pop when I lightly touch them. And these are clumps of bubbles.”
“Some are separating,” he noticed. “And some are larger bubbles. Wow.” He laughed.
“This is totally useless in the outside sense, but I love it!” She smiled. She reached up to pop the bubbles around her head. She was still smiling, her hair plastered to her face by water and soapy suds.
He laughed. “My bubble girl,” he said. She blushed, giggling. They were silent for a few moments.
“Mind if I braid your hair?” He blurted. She looked back at him quickly.
“Huh?” He looked away, feeling shy. He didn’t know why he felt shy, he was just asking to braid her hair. Maybe it was because it was girly? But that wasn’t it.
“Can I b-braid your h-hair?” He stuttered. She looked to the side, and smiled.
“S-Sure.” He looked back at her. “Can I…?” She asked, gesturing. He didn’t know what she was gesturing about. Her face was red, and his slowly joined her as he realized she’d have to get closer.
“Y-Yeah!” He peeped. Her laughter was nervous and high pitched, as she turned, and scooted back closer. She moved her hair back over her shoulder. “I’m not as good at braiding as Kacchan is, I warn you,” he said, separating her hair.
She hummed. “Neither am I, to be fair. He is like a master,” she said. “You should’ve seen that fishtail braid he did with Eri’s hair. Incredible!” She chattered on. He was silent, struggling with a simple three strand braid. French braid.
“The funny thing is you’d think Ejjiro would be the superior braider, and he was, at one point. Katsuki got competitive and took lessons too, and I quote “better at braiding than shitty hair”. I mean, Eri loves when he braids her hair. Guess uncle Kacchan has an effect on kids,” she rambled on.
“O-Ochako?”
“And he has braided my hair before. As practise because my hair did get longer. Maybe I should cut it...” she murmured.
“I don’t want you to cut it...” he whispered, finishing. Ochako smelled sweet, like the vanilla rose soap she used. And the soap that was on the pouf when he threw it. She leaned back against his chest, looking up at him.
“W-What?” She stuttered. He blushed again.
“I-I like your hair as it is. It’s p-pretty and y-you seem to l-like it long. Y-You do a lot m-more with it,” he said, voice slowly going quieter. Her lips quirked up in a smile.
“T-Thanks Deku…” she looked away shyly. “Hey want me to actually help you with the dirt in your hair?”
He laughed. “Y-Yeah.”
She laughed, moving too quickly. Something fell with a thump. Her face morphed to another nervous smile. “Hey uhh Izu...”
Oh no. She only called him that when she wanted something, or something-
“Baby oil fell and spilled.”
Happened.
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“Sorry about getting soap in your eyes again!” She said nervously, as he washed the soap out of his hair. The water turned lukewarm and slightly brown with the remnants of dirt.
“It’s fine. I would’ve gotten soap in my eyes too if I’m being honest,” he said with a laugh. He didn’t really mind it. To be honest...it felt good? when she washed his hair. It was...sweet and it made him realize how much she cared about him.
“Now how are we gonna get out...” she mused. His laughter died. She was right. How were they…“Eh it’s fine. Grab a towel and like, close eyes?” She said, looking back at him.
He shrugged. “Try it I guess,” he said. She smiled, accepting the challenge.
“I’ll go first, and then you. Grab your towel and yeah,” she said, reaching over, grabbing her towel. He never noticed it, but she always snagged the fluffy green towels. Leaving him with any other. She used the towel as a shield, standing before covering.
“You now!” She giggled, standing in the water. She shut her eyes, and he grabbed his towel. A funny joke from Aizawa...surprisingly. It was a Plus Ultra towel. But a scratchy unfun one. And he grabbed that one. He wrapped it around his waist, and sighed.
“I hate this towel,” he muttered. She laughed, opening her eyes. She unplugged the tub, the water gurgling down the drain. They stepped out at the same time.
Big mistake.
The baby oil on the floor was slick, and they had damp feet too.
So they slipped and ate shit on the bathroom floor.
“This is your fault...” he groaned.
She moaned in agreement. “Yeah. It was,” she said, turning to look at him. “I agree.”
“If I bruise I’m blaming you.”
“Blame the baby oil too though,” she said, with a breathy laugh. “Ow...”
He laughed, and then groaned. “We should get up...and get dressed...”
“And figure out what happened to our faces.”
“Yeah.”
They didn’t move.
“On the count of three we get up. One...” she started. “Two...” she shifted. “Three!”
Neither moved.
“Now I’m just disappointed in the both of us,” she said, her cheek mashing against the floor.
He smiled. She shifted again, actually getting up that time. She tightened the towel around herself, and left the bathroom. “Silly goose.” She giggled, leaving. He sighed, also getting up. Being on the floor probably wasn’t good, and he should probably do something about his bruising face.
He shifted, and sat up. The sound of the water gurgling down the drain was all that filled the silence. He heard her light footsteps going into the kitchen. Probably to make something to eat. He stood, and slipped into their room.
He put a clean T-Shirt and sweatpants on and snuck out to surprise her. Easier said than done. The wooden floors were squeaky, even when he was barefoot. He heard her humming from her place at the stove, and the smell of pancakes filled the air.
Breakfast for dinner it was then.
He smiled, oh how he loved her.
Her tone went wishful, and he just leaned on the doorframe, listening to her.
His bubble girl.
“I love you,” he whispered. She turned her head, eyes bright and happy, glittering.
“I love you too, Izuku.”
