Chapter 7
“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” He gave you a sweet smile. You shyly looked away from him and back at the window. He began to speak but it came out in stutters. “Uhm.. I… Well.” “Spit it out” you said, trying to make a fancy A. “I WANT YOUR NUMBER!” The sudden yell made you drop your paintbrush which made the paint splatter everywhere…
The paint landed on you and Izuku, silence. You two swore you heard the pitter patter of dog paws. A little whisper of an apology slipped from Izuku's mouth, breaking the ice. You silently got up from your seat, got out a sticky note that you use for practicing your letters, you wrote something on it then you gave it to him. ‘No… No way’ he thought. He smiled “thank you..” He walked away, glancing back at you with a grateful grin. Later, Izuku sat on a rooftop with his Spidey suit on, he was a little sad he didn’t get his tea but it didn’t matter. He got your number even if he embarrassed himself in front of you. Two times.
This was a good day. His phone rang. “Hello?” He picked up. “Hey sweetie. Dinner is about to be served, Bakugo brought a friend over, odd, right?“ He giggled. “Yeah, odd, I’ll be right there, okay?” He hung up and web slung back to the house, getting his suit off then walking out to the table” …”Y/N?”
“Izuku?!”
… Well this is awkward, "Uh, hi again" Izuku shyly waved at you. "Hello" you responded. The poor boy looked like he was ready to cry from embarrassment. "Y/N why are you talking to the nerd, ignore him." Bakugo snarled. A sigh phased through Izukus mouth. You rolled your eyes at Bakugo.
"I can talk to whoever I chose to, I mean I'm talking to you, aren't I?" You heard a tiny snicker from Izuku. It was sort of… Cute. "Bakugo!" Mitsuki yelled "what?!" He replied. "Come here and help me wash dishes!" Bakugo sighed then walked to help his mom in the kitchen.
“Hey, you want to take a seat?” You pat the seat next to you. A faint pink colored his cheeks as he walked and sat on the seat you offered. "So, where do you work?" He asked. You looked at him, confused. -"Other than.. The Cafe." He added once he recognized you were confused. "All over town, really but the Cafe hires me and pays me the most as well."
He nodded, "I'm a bit surprised you're not insanely popular, I mean your art is incredibly good. People even post little snippets of you making letters on social media." The boy smiled as if he was proud of you.
You felt as if you needed to cough right now, you'd cough up ten thousand butterflies. "You're like a celebrity! You should be proud of yourself." "Thank you." Izuku nodded "You're welcome.." " "Hey, uhm, I was wondering- would you like to-"
"What are you two talking about?" Bakugo asked, suddenly being right behind you two. You looked back "where did you come from?" You questioned as you noticed another opening to the kitchen that leads right behind these specific two table seats. "Oh" you mumbled, noticing you answered your own question.
Bakugo facepalmed "Why am I friends with you..?" "Because you can use me to get free coffee." You teased Bakugo, he felt a smile try and tug on his lips but he turned around and turned his attention to the TV and broke the smile that was trying to invade his stoic yet angry expression. Deku sighed, laying on your shoulder. You wondered if he noticed or if he was doing this on purpose, it was most likely your first thought. Later Mitsuki served dinner, her cooking was as good as her clothes making. You wanted to ask for seconds but considered it rude. Although they pushed the idea on you and when I mean they I mean just Mitsuki and Midoriya. You happily accepted the food since it was delicious and you wanted seconds anyway. You said your goodbyes then left.