From The Sidelines.

The Drive-In.

Friday entered the week and brought a beautiful blue sky and a warm breeze along with it. The day itself hasn't been too bad. It was a bit more intrusive than usual at school, as Izuku was confronted a couple times about the previous night at the kick-off: "I heard you did really well against Bakugo Katsuki," "What did it feel like when Bakugo Katsuki treated your wounds. You're so lucky!" "Why did Bakugo Katsuki get so mad at Yosetsu?" Izuku, although well-known in school for being kind and helpful, has never received this much questioning from random people, and never knew how to reply. He wonders how suffocating it could feel for Katsuki.

Other than that, his Friday has been going well: watching Katsuki after practice for a little bit went as it normally did, his presentation in chemistry went well, and he couldn't lie, he was looking forward to being picked up at 6PM. Izuku, being well aware that they are merely just hanging out because of a required project, still finds himself liking the time spent with the blonde, and slapped himself over it, muttering under his breath that it's not genuine time spent.

Once again, earlier, Izuku found himself having to ask permission to go out too late in advance: this time, it was the day of . He was nervous, but knew he had to be successful since he had already confirmed the plans with Katsuki. He had psyched himself up to ask permission, and did so when he got home. Under the excuse that he was going with Katsuki and that it was an emergency for the project, Inko had reluctantly allowed him to go but only because it was Katsuki. Izuku could tell that there was more that she wanted to say to him, but whatever it was never left her lips as Izuku jumped in for a hug and ran off to his room.

And as of current, Izuku closed his eyes and let the locks of his hair flutter over his brows as he smiles faintly to himself. He was now sitting on the steps of his porch, waiting for the sound of Katsuki's engine to roll down his quiet suburban street. Izuku wore a pair of shorts, a plain light blue tee, with a flannel tied around his shoulders. His hair was still the same mess it always was, but it was clean and that's all that mattered. The blue sky has now transitioned to a golden orange as the 6PM sun climbs its way down the horizon. With little clouds in the atmosphere tonight, there was an even glow of deep orange throughout all of Ise. Even the black ravens perched on top of the telephone poles were enjoying the beautiful sight.

When he heard the rumbling of a car exhaust stop in front of his house, Izuku tilted his head back down and then waved to the familiar black car. Katsuki rolled down the passenger side window and hollered out to him.

"Oi nerd!" He yelled past the front lawn, "You gonna come here or what?"

Izuku pushed himself off of his sitting position and lightly jogged over to the car before climbing in, "Kacchan!"
" Christ ," Katsuki cringed, "I know I'm fucking incredible, but calm down."

The greenette laughed at the comment, closing the passenger side door, "Why? When you're happy, you should express it."

The blonde rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me what to do. What's got you all in a good fucking mood."

Izuku fastened his seatbelt, "I'm hanging out with Kacchan." He smiled.

For a split second there, Izuku thought he saw a faint look of surprise on the athlete's face but then the expression went back into its usual scowl. Katsuki was wearing a plain white t-shirt with some black athletic shorts and a silver chain around his neck. From across the seat, Izuku could smell the boy's signature sugary cologne.

"Tch. Shitty nerd," Katsuki grumbled before placing his large hands on the wheel, "Where are we even going anyways."

"Oh!" Izuku's eyes lit up and he pulled up a map of directions on his phone, "I'll direct you. Go straight and turn left on Lean Street."