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"𝐘/𝐍!" Midoriya pushed open the door to the workshop, his eyes falling on the sleeping girl. She had her head rested on the table, oil smeared across her skin. Underneath her were several blue prints and sketches.
"Jeez..." The freckled boy sighed, setting down the two coffees he brought. "You didn't have to stay up late for me..." He mumbled, brushing Y/N's hair out her face.
It was currently 7:00 am, school started in an hour but Midoriya thought he'd come see how his costume was doing. However, when he arrived to the workshop all he found was Y/N knocked out, a huge mess around her.
The girl began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. "Eh?....Izu? What're you doing here?" She mumbled, wiping her cheek and in the process, smearing more oil.
Midoriya chuckled, taking a tissue and dabbing at the girl's face. "I brought you coffee." He handed her the cup, a small smile on his face. Y/N took the cup gratefully, taking a long sip. She rubbed her eye, running a hand through her hair.
"Once again, what're you doing here?"
The green haired boy motioned to the clock on the wall, Y/N squinting, her eyes widening once she saw the time.
"Shit!" She jumped up, "I don't have time to go back to the dorms." She glanced down to her dirty uniform. Groaning, Y/N turned to Midoriya. "Turn around." She ordered. Midoriya did so without question, raising a brow.
He felt his bag be unzipped and it began getting lighter. He glanced down to see Y/N littering the floor with his things. "Hey! What're you doing!?" He spun around, his eyes widening.
Y/N was currently pulling off her uniform shirt and pulling on his gym shirt. She turned to him, glancing down at her exposed bra. "Dumbass! I told you to turn around!" She scolded, pulling on the rest of the shirt.
Midoriya spun once again, his face a bright red. Sure, he had seen her in a bra before but that one was so much more....girly. Steam erupted from the boy's ears as he began to imagine things he definitely shouldn't have been imagining.
Y/N swiftly hit him over the head, "You can turn now." She began picking up the boy's things, placing them on the desk. Midoriya watched as she moved, his over-sized shirt hanging off her shoulder, the sleeves past her elbows.
"Hey um, are you sure that's okay?"
The girl stood, placing the last of her friend's books on the desk. "It's fine, very comfortable. It'll probably get oil stains though."
Midoriya nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "Great...."
"Isn't it?" Y/N grinned, shuffling her papers. "Anyways, lets meet for lunch I want to hang out with your friends." She smiled, moving to roll up the blue prints.
The freckled boy nodded, "Yeah sure," he stood, "see you at lunch?"
