Izuku needs glasses???
“Speech” Thoughts
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The alarm blared making a bleary eyed Izuku squint forward. He didn’t know where he was, he wasn’t in his room that was for sure, and there was something soft in front of him. Ochaco. The soft thing was Ocacho. He was in her room. Memories came flooding back and he turned red in embarrassment. The duo hadn’t done anything vulgar but their intense make out session definitely wasn’t pg. Then, a realization struck him like a ton of bricks. He slept. The entire night.
HIs girlfriend groaned as she reached forward, smacking the alarm and turning it off. Yawning, the gravity girl heard a creak and glanced forward, to her door. In front of her was Mina and Hagakure with a camera, grinning widely.
“Mina!!” screeched Ochaco, lunging forward and grabbing the girl with a surprising show of strength. In seconds she had the pink girl in a wrestling hold, stopping her attempts at fleeing.
“Practicing for Izuku~” Mina teased, grinning madly. The embarrassment that covered her face allowed the pink girl to slip away easily. During this exchange Izuku smiled as he began putting his shirt on, patting the stunned girl on the head.
“Don’t let her get to you! You’re amazing my lighthouse,” the greenette said, tugging on his shirt and popping a tylenol in his mouth. He always carried a bottle on him. Throwing a sweatshirt at his girlfriend, he went back around the bed to grab his charging phone. He had been cleared for exercise yesterday and today was their first day back to class. “Well! Time to get this day started!” He cried out, feeling like he was going to bounce off the walls.
“Oh my gosh Zuku, you look so energized it is almost scary,” Ochaco deadpanned, putting on the sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was black and had a glowing pair of red eyes in the middle of it. “Izuku… is this an Eraserhead sweatshirt? Did you make this yourself?”
“M-maybe…” he said sheepishly, blushing brightly. Ochaco just smiled and breathed in deeply, smelling the wonderful smell of her boyfriend. They walked out together, making breakfast before separating off to shower and get ready for the day. After they finish, they meet back up with Tsuyu and Iida.
“Uraraka, Midoriya, how was your night?” Iida asked, waving his arm in the robotic way he often does.
“Oh…” Izuku said, blushing brightly as he thought of the steamy time in bed. “It was wonderful! I actually got to sleep tonight because…” He quieted down, realizing something. This was actually his first time spending the entire night sleeping with his girlfriend. Most of the time they separated when it was midnight, Izuku sneaking back into his room through the windows. Or, on rare occasions, sneaking into the class 1B dorms to chill with some of them if they were up. The most often midnight associates in his fellow hero class are Shihai Kuroiro, Setsuna Tokage, and Yui Kodai. They chatted and played games randomly, or they bullied Izuku into helping them with their homework.
“Because you were sleeping with Uraraka?” Tsuyu said bluntly, a slight twinkle in her eyes.
“Wh-what??” Ochaco said, her face the same shade of red as a tomato. “I’m gonna kill Mina!!” She shouted, glaring at the floor of the hallway they were walking in, though it didn’t look very intimidating because she was still blushing.
“Uraraka!!! Midoriya!!! How could you do such heinous acts in the middle of the week! That is absolutely deplorable for someone who is going to be a hero student!!” Iida was appalled, his eyes were bugged out and his arm waved faster than ever before.
“I-it wasn’t like that… I just fell asleep on Ocha-chan before I went back…” Izuku mumbled. A thought came to him, Deku had been quiet this entire time.
Deku you all right? He thought, trying to multitask, convincing Iida that no, this isn’t a bad thing, and yes, they will avoid it from now on.
Yeah, just… thinking, Deku said with a sigh. The sports festival is coming up right?
Oh yeah! Forgot about that, Izuku replied, sitting down in his chair in the classroom, half paying attention to Aizawa announcing the sports festival mere moments after Deku said it.
Dumbass, anyway, I just… he paused, unsure.
You don’t know if you will get a chance to be in control. The nicer greenette said solemnly, thinking back to when he was a child.
Yeah, I know I’m the last fucking person who should complain about not being in control, hell, I’m happy that I get to talk everyday! I just don’t want to never be in the open because I’m a rude motherfucker.
Izuku hummed quietly the song he was writing for Katsuki, frowning at the doodles in his sketchbook. His teachers didn’t ever care what he did in class, already aware that he knew the material.
I… Izuku began, scratching his head with a pencil. I want to give you the chance.
Wait what? You mean… Deku started, surprised.
Yup! I’ll run support in the sports festival so you can shine!! It felt good to give Deku the chance to be in the spotlight after years of repressing him with drugs.
“Uh… Midoriya, you okay?” Jiro asked from beside him, tapping his shoulder.
“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” the greenette asked, turning to his fellow guitar player and music lover.
“You're crying so…” she said, slightly confused now. “You're crying in your dark green eye.”
…
“Wait, dark green eye, not eyes?” he asked incredulously, snatching his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough his eyes were two different colors, one sea green and the other dark green, the dark green one with tears leaking out of it.
“You didn’t know? I never pointed it out because I thought you knew,” Kaminari added, jumping into the conversation.
“I-I guess I never thought about it…” he mumbled, jotting the new discovery inside his mental notebook.
Oi! Don’t make such a racket in here! Deku called from the mindscape, apparently eating a ham and cheese sandwich.
Sorry, I just didn’t know about this.
Yeah yeah, just pipe down pipsqueak.
Hey! We are literally the same height!!
But my ego makes up for it.
Jerk.
Pussy.
Language!!
With a smug grin Deku retreated back into the fringes of Izuku’s mind, making the greenette roll his eyes at his friend's antics. “Hey Izuku? Can you help me? I don’t know what this passage means,” Ochaco asked, pointing to the page in the History textbook. Everyone then stared at him because if Izuku said the answer it meant that it was right.
Glancing where her finger was located, he went through the mental VHS, yes he upgraded from scrapbooks, finding the correct one and plugging it into his mind TV. The passage was about how, during the Quirk Discrimination Riots there was a large number of individuals with weak quirks who rebelled against the restricting society, asking for more rights, and were against the separation of class due to power and versatility of quirks. When they were viciously put down by the government heroes, they surviving members pretty much equipped themselves with guns and killed a large number of Japan’s high ruling class at the time. The theme of the passage is how quirks are like guns, they can be good, bad, strong, weak, all depending on the use.
Realistically Izuku himself could kill someone by simply Pushing and Pulling on their brain until it squishes into nothing. Ochaco could literally send someone into the atmosphere, and someone like Kaminari could sneeze in a pool wrong and everyone would die. Jiro could send her powered up heartbeats into someone’s chest and rupture their interior organs if she applied enough force. Any one of his classmates could become mass murderers if they apply their quirks right.
After a few more moments of silence he opened his eyes, smiling. “It’s about how the anti-quirk discrimination organization wanted to prove that weak quirks didn’t mean they were less people. By using guns they proved that the quirk doesn’t make the value of someone’s life, one bullet will kill anyone.”
“Yes!!” Ochaco cried out, pumping her fist into the air. “I was right!! Eat it Mina!!”
“Poo…” the pink skinned girl pouted, looking dejected at the floor.
“Yo! Izu-bro, look at this meme!!” Kirishima cried out, pretty much throwing his phone in front of his face. Sighing, Izuku took the object and held it away from his face, squinting so that he could see the text. It was a picture of a shark flexing gigantic muscles, smiling a sharp grin with the words manly above it. It didn’t deserve the title of meme, barely scraping by as a funny picture.
“Wait, Izu-bro do you need glasses?” Kirishima questioned, looking at the squinting face that Izuku had at the moment.
“Glasses? I don’t think so… I do pretty fine with my quirk’s ‘sight’.” Izuku mumbled, handing his phone back.
“Oh really?” Kirishima asked, turning to Yaoyorozu. Everyone in the class was staring at the duo. “Hey Yao-sis, can you make one of those things the doctors use for eye exams?”
Slightly flustered by the nickname, Yaoyorozu did as asked and popped one out of her arm with a kind smile, though the slight tinge to her cheeks was still noticeable. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, now,” Kirishima walked backwards, going about two meters away from him. “Read this line.”
“A?” Izuku said, glaring at the offending blob of black. “I don’t know…” His frustration was growing by the second.
“Jesus fucking Christ Izuku that’s a fucking I!!” Katsuki howled, clutching his stomach with laughter. “How did you not realize you were fucking blind??? No, how’d you fucking read all of the books if you can’t read!!”
“Uh- buh, blergh…” Izuku blubbered out, severely embarrassed. “I’ll have you know I listened to the audio book and followed along with the book and a magnifying glass!!” This didn’t help his case, however, only making the rest of the class join in on the howling laughter. Even Todoroki gave a small smile and Iida had a chuckle or two.
“How did you not realize that you couldn’t read well? I feel it would come to your attention at some point in your life.” Yaoyorozu asked, a small smile on her lips, the first to recover from laughter.
Izuku Pulled on a falling leaf, drawing it to himself through the open window. “I don’t think you realize how detailed my quirks sight is. See this leaf? I feel every single bump and groove inside of it. I could draw it on the wall in perfect detail if I just left it three rooms over.”
“That…” Sero said, slightly uneasy. “That sounds like a lot of information.”
“Oh it is! Usually what me or Deku do when not actually in control is filter this information. Also, a large part of my subconscious is devoted to this. You should’ve seen how cluttered that section is!!” The section that Izuku was referring to was a large part of what he organized during his late nights. It had pretty much been a bunch of floating VHS tapes that were mixed up and stacked atop each other, going as high as the sky. After a good two months of work he got it organized into people, things, and nature. Then for another year he organized all the information into subcategories, with villains, heroes, citizens, and friends/classmates. Objects were split into technology, furniture, kitchen appliances, toiletries, houses, clothing, and other fabric. Nature was split in bushes, trees, flowers, and food bearing plants.
It took a lot of time but it was definitely worth it, because now whenever something he already has in his collection came into his seeing bubble, he instantly knew what and who it was. The only slightly annoying factor was that whenever something new came up he had to put it into one of the categories. It was a wonderful thing Deku liked organizing people into even further subcategories of things like asshole, angel, beautiful, absolute fucker, destined for hell and the like. People were the main influx of things that Izuku had to organize, so on the first day he had just expanded his seeing bubble around the entire school for a few moments to categorize everything that was around him.
If anyone but Izuku had this much information they would go insane, only due to his insane intelligence and highly compartmentalized brain is this possible.
“You should get glasses!” Ochaco said, slipping an arm around his. “I’ll even help you pick them out! We can go to Recovery Girl to get an actual eye exam and you’ll look cute!!” How could he say no to the adorable angel that was his girlfriend?
“Okay my lighthou-” He stopped when the people gathered outside of the door came into range of his bubble.
“No, I am not dealing with this right now.” Izuku said, already turning back around to the window.
Too late. Kirishima opened the door, and was startled by the sheer number of people around their classroom door. “Wow!! Who are all you guys?” Izuku recognized them as general ed students and a few of the class 1B students.
“They’re here to check out the competition idiot. Outta my way extras!!” Katsuki shouted, barreling through the group with a growl.
“You think you're so great because you got attacked by villains!!” Tetsutetsu foolishly yelled, glaring through the entrance of the room. “We 1B students will show you!!”
Izuku felt Deku’s growing annoyance at the ignorant group gathered outside of their classroom, so he relinquished control to the angry greenette. “Oi!! Fucking Tetsutestu!! Wanna run that by me again!!” He yelled, slamming a fist down onto the table. The outburst got the attention of everyone present, making them stare at him.
“Oh, Midoriya, didn’t see you past these jerks egos,” Monoma called out from the back, being held up by Tokage which was a hilarious image in and of itself.
“Oi Monoma didn’t see you past that superiority complex of yours. Let me ask all you fuckers one tiny thing. Do you want to die?”
There was a stifled giggle from Tokage when Deku made fun of Monoma, but at the question everyone looked surprised and a chorus of no’s met Deku’s ears. Pulling on his pencil bag, the greenette caught it and dumped the pencils into the air, Pushing on them and stopping only once they were an inch away from the mob’s eyes.
“Does that fucking scare you??” He snarled out, stomping forward and glaring into everyone’s eyes. “If I just Pushed on these from where I am you would all die, and I got half a mind to do it!!” Everyone slowly inched away, except one person.
“What’s your point in all this?” A purple haired boy asked, standing bravely in the front of everyone. “We just want to say that us general education students aren’t to be pushed around.”
“My point is, Hitoshi Shinso,” The boy was surprised at being called by name, but Deku had read through the public registry of UA’s students, trying to put names to all of the faces that he had in his archive. “My point is that being at USJ was this but ten times worse. I know I won’t kill any of you, so do you, but we all did almost die. We did have people try and kill us. So if I ever hear one of you fuckers try and say we think we are all that because of nearly dying, then you can catch me fucking outside.”
With those words Deku whirled around, Pulling all the pencils into his pencil bag, Pulling his bag to himself and picked up Ochaco, who yelped, before hopping out the window. He rocketed away with a growl, leaving the students in a daze.
“That was hardcore,” Kaminari whispered to Sero, sratching his head. “Didn’t know Midoriya could be so scary.”
“If I didn’t already have nightmares I would now.” Sero muttered back, shivering. Meanwhile Deku landed softly on the ground, setting Ochaco down on the grass below with a snort.
“Deku? You alright?” She asked, touching a tentative hand on his shoulder. The tension slowly eased out of him before he turned around and stared intently into her brown eyes with his dark green.
“Do you like me? Not Izuku, me, Deku.” The question caught Ochaco off guard, because she honestly didn’t expect it. Why wouldn’t she like Deku? He was rough around the edges but he is really funny in a way Izuku wasn’t. Without a moment of hesitation she answered.
“Yes. I love you as much as I love Izuku. You may seem loud but it’s part of your charm! You’re really funny and care about your friends a lot. What is there not to love?” What startled her was when Deku pulled her into a hug and began weeping into her shoulder, clutching her tightly.
Now, this was normal Izuku behavior, being very touchy feely and wanting to cling as tightly as possible and as long as possible to her. However, whenever it was Deku he tended to hang back and observe, usually making a snarky comment with a vicious grin. It almost seemed like Deku thought he wouldn’t belong.
“You have no idea how much this means to me,” the greenette whispered, wiping the tears.
See! She does love both of us, Izuku thought, smiling blindingly in their mindscape.
Fucking Communist.
Okay, what did I do to deserve it this time, Izuku complained. Deku just snickered, not benefiting him with an answer.
“Anyways, lets go and see how fucked up my vision is, gotta get some cute ass glasses chosen by my cute ass girlfriend!” Ochaco blushed, scratching at her cheek as they made their way across the campus. Apparently his vision really was bad, and Recovery Girl was appalled he could read at all. (I don’t know much about the numbers of vision stuff so I’m not putting a value) After that, Deku tried on a billion pairs of glasses while some worker with a glass manipulation quirk made his actual lenses. What they- more like Ochaco- eventually decided was a circular gold framed pair of glasses that gave him a cutesy look that the girl adored.
“Now, here they are.” Recovery Girl commented, hobbling on over and plopping the now prepared glasses on his lap. After a few moments of suspenseful silence, Deku picked them up, inspected them, before sliding them over his face.
“How do they feel dearie?” The elderly nurse asked, squinting through her own pair of glasses.
“Holy fuck I can see now,” Deku said dramaticlly. Truth be told the difference was major but inconsequential. The green haired duo relied almost solely on their quirk to see so their actual eyes were useless outside of looking at color. What did change was that the words that were practically part of pages before, unseeable without a magnifying glass and a lot of time, were now easily visible.
“Eeeeee!! You look so good!!” The bubbly zero gravity girl said, wrapping her boyfriend in a hug. “They really make your eyes pop!! Now, selfie!!”
Deku, in an attempt to preserve his tough exterior quickly ran his hand through his hair, slipped off his UA jacket and glared at the phone, slightly biting his bottom lip. The result was Ochaco practically nose bleeding from the sexy picture she took.
“Let’s head back Ochaco, time to train for the sports festival.” Picking up Ochaco in a bridal carry, Deku pushed open the window with his foot, gave a nod to the school nurse, before Pushing off of the floor and soaring into the air, heading off in the general direction of their dorms.
The elderly woman just shook her head in disappointment at the boy’s exit. She heard a loud “FUCK!!” and then saw a pair of glasses fall and two bodies, before they swooped back up into the air.
“Children, always so foolish…” Recovery Girl sighed, shaking her head. However much she complained about a certain green haired individual’s frequent visits to her in dire condition, she had grown fond of the boy. Maybe someday he could just stop getting hurt every five seconds… and cut that bird’s nest of a mop he calls hair.