izuocha at a party
Midoriya stared blankly into his fruit punch. The sea of drunk teenagers swirled around him, making his head spin even more than it already did. The smell of smoke wafted throughout the air, making the few sobers left cough. He scanned the room and found Bakugo and Kirishima snogging. ‘About time’ he thought. Aouyama was unsuccessfully flirting with Ojiro. Midoriya was pretty sure he only liked the dude for his muscles, but hey he wasn’t one to judge. He spotted Tokoyami downing some instant ramen, and contemplated joining him. He ultimately decided yes, seeing as he had nothing better to do. He bumbled about his way through the crowd, digging his hands into the pockets of his UA bomber jacket he turned his head ever so slightly and- Click. Emerald irises met honey ones, and time froze. There she was clad in jean shorts and a sweater haphazardly draping from her shoulders. Her caramel colored locks framed her delicate features. Her doe eyes, button nose and her soft pink lips. And in the moment her mouth formed a sweet smile, the corners of her eyes crinkled and her lashes fluttered. His heart skipped a beat. She was truly perfect.