MHA my hero Not Another Reverse Harem x Reader

Ramen sounds good

  After becoming acquainted with every ladies' room from the science hall to gym facilities, I now stand in front of my yoga class with just a few flyers left. Should I just toss them and never-ever tell Shoto? I picture him taping them up in men's rooms, stoic-faced. Pfft. I chuckle and stash them, before feeling completely screwed for yoga.
  Just what did I think I could do in this type of class right now? And I must've missed the instruction to bring in our own mat. Maybe I can get one at the bookst-
  "Are you joining us, dear?" A friendly foreign lady asks in an airy voice.
  "I-I'm sorry, I was taking a moment to reflect on my life decisions.." I really said that out loud.
  "Hmm.. I'm not sure we have time for all that, but if you're meant to take this session right now.." She steps away briefly, "We have these spares if you need one. Welcome."
  I take a mat in its carrier. "Thank you.. I'm sorry I won't be able to do much with this hand today," I wave it dumbly.
  She had already noticed but didn't seem concerned. "I trust you'll know what you can do and cannot do, follow as best you can and if not, modify as need be."

  For almost forty minutes, I tried remembering names and poses, but my favorite for sure was the Savasana.
It was bizarre, I know I was thinking during it, but as soon as she brought us 'back', I couldn't remember a damn thing. Even so, I felt lighter, as if I had resolved some things in the background - low power mode.
  I change and get ready for work. What a weird thought all of a sudden. I mean, I had done some small 'under the table' type stuffs before, mostly helping in my old neighborhood.. this was a real first.

  I arrive and try to find the manager, but I don't see anyone at all. Is it usually dead during midweek evenings? I test my luck with a back door. Peeking in, I see lockers and Izuku sitting on the bench facing them. Woah. So many.. scars..?
  I take a step back quietly. Is it really okay that no one is out here-OMG?! I let out a gasp as someone straightens up from behind a display. I barely see the top of her head.
  "Oh, you must be the new girl! You're a quiet one, aren't ya?"
  I gulp and get closer, finding boxes and packing materials strewn across the aisle. "I didn't think anyone was here.. I completely missed all of this." I gesture with the injured hand around the mess on the floor.
  "Oh no, an injury?" She's genuinely concerned.
  "Ah, this is nothing.. I just picked a fight with a broken umbrella.. and lost."
  "What a jerk of an umbrella.." Izuku comes out, fully clothed. I mean, obviously. "Was that you, earlier?"
  Me what? Me creeping on you without saying a word? Or me almost yelling right after? Oh no.. I don't want him to think it was because of the scars..
  "I was uh.. about to go in there but, uh," I glance at the innocent looking girl who had just scared the bejeezus out of me.. without name tag.
  "Oh! It's Ochako, nice to meet ya! Sorry for startling you just now, haha" I shrug it off and look over at a troubled Izuku. What's up with him?

  Between the two, I've learned register, refunds and exchanges, and cleaning/organizing duties. Luckily it was slow and I was set to clock out after picking a yoga mat.
*Ping*
  Izuku: Can you hold up a min? I'll be out soon, too.
  I had already ordered a drink next door, "Excuse me, can I add an iced green tea to that? Light on the ice."

"Oh.. Thank you, you didn't have to." Izuku gives a small smile and picks a sidewalk bench to sit on. I join him.
"It's nothing, compared to you getting me a job and even training me on it." I wave him off. It feels good to just sit, in nice weather while everyone else around us is busy.
"Didn't sound like you needed my help at all" he nudges my shoulder playfully. He's quiet for a bit before "Can I ask you something..?"
"Hmm?" I rest my head back, eyes closed.
"The umbrella thing, is it true?"
"..That would be a weird thing to lie about.."
"Ah, I just mean.. You didn't want to tell me about it but you told Ochako so easily.. Were you just less upset about it by then, or?"
"Or was it a cover up story just for strangers?" I furrow my brows then open my eyes to look at him.
"I.. I was worried it was just me you didn't trust."
Oh. He. Is. Adorable. Sigh.
"I was embarrassed when somebody I knew, asked. Not that I assume to know you - know you. And I don't have a reason not to trust you, do I? I took your recommendation after all. I'm your coworker now!" I straighten up.
He's quiet.
Am I missing the mark, here? I slouch back again. "If I'm wary about anything, it's why things are weird between you and Katsuki.. but that's none of my business. Nor are your sc-" I cut myself off.
I look away, cursing myself.
"My scars. I'm sorry to make you worry about them. They aren't a big deal.."
"Scars? What scars?" I try to play dumb but I can't, not after being confided in. "..How can you say that they aren't a big deal?"
"That's.. a bit of a story. Would you like to come over? I could make us some ramen? I'd like to talk longer if you don't have other plans.."
... "..Ramen sounds good."

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