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"𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒!" Y/N spread the costume across the now empty table, a grin lighting up her face. She picked up the clipboard off the counter, scanning it with her eyes. "Lets see, you want better bracing and new measurements,. Oh and also new gloves! Right?"
The girl glanced over her shoulder at Midoriya who nodded. She turned back to the costume, taking a scan over it. "Looks like this might take about 2 weeks. Maybe less."
Midoriya nodded, a smile etched onto his face. "That's great." Y/N spun around, placing the clipboard on the table. "Yeah!" She beamed, digging into her tool belt.
"So," She paused, pulling her hand out of the belt. "Let's start with measurements."
Midoriya chuckled, taking a step back. He may or may not have forgotten this was a part of getting his costume repaired. The freckled boy gulped remembering all the times Hatsume had to "measure" him.
"What's wrong?" Y/N perked up, standing to be eye level with the boy. "I can get someone else to do it if you want." She suggested. Midoriya shook his head, that would sound rude.
"No it's okay, go ahead."
He stood straight again, holding his arms out and squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N shrugged, bending down to measure his legs.
Trying to find anything else to focus on, Midoriya asked the question that had been on his mind for a while now.
"Y/N? Are you um from America?"
Y/N's cheeks turned a fiery red and she stood. Midoriya peeked open an eye, both opening at the sight of the girl. She bit her lip, her cheeks growing more red.
"Gah! How did you know!? Is my Japanese that bad?!" She cried, shaking her hands in front of her face. Midoriya began shaking his hands as well, "No no! It's great! S-Sorry you have a bit of an accent."
Y/N paused, "Are you sure?"
Midoriya nodded, "Positive."
Y/N sighed, nodding. She picked up the tape measure again, reaching for the boy's left arm. Midoriya extended his arm, turning his gaze to the ground.
That was strange. She got so flustered over something as simple as her accent, maybe she's insecure about it? Still, she's normally so cool-
The green haired boy snapped out of his thoughts, looking up as he felt warmth crawl across his skin. He turned to find Y/N tracing the many scars that lined his arms. A light blush dusted the boy's cheeks as Y/N's finger tickled his skin.
"Um Y/N?"
Y/N looked up, her e/c colored eyes staring straight into Midoriya's. A small smile pulled at her lips and she turned her gaze back to his arm. "Your scars..."
"They're really beautiful."
↳ [Edited] Yeah I did that you can change america to whatever country you're from
