Izuocha one-shots I came up with while dreaming

Symphony (short story)

Brief backstory: Izuku is a famous singer, really famous. Ochaco works at a little café and writes her own music just for herself. What happens when they meet? (they are both 18 in this, Quirkless AU)

Ochaco POV

It's been 30 minutes since no one has talked about the famous signer Izuku Midoriya. 

A NEW RECORD!

I laugh to myself. I find his music entertaining, but I'm not a massive sign-everything-I-own fan. I walk back to the counter and grab some glasses to clean. I started to hum one of the songs I wrote, and grabbed the paper in my apron that held the lyrics. 

Okay.... This part should be sung like this, and then over here. I should say this instead of that... Yeah! That could work! 

I hear the door swing open and slam shut, followed by heavy breathing. I look over, but whoever it was was already bolting towards me and hiding behind the counter. I didn't even need to ask who it was since his fan club was running through the door. 

They, are, simps.

How I know? They were wearing a piece of clothing, with either his face, or his name on it.  "Deku! Is he here?!" I look around, pretending not to notice the boy behind the counter next to me. "Ummm, we're closed, so I think he took the ally way out back and ran to the street over there." They nodded and ran out the door.

When they left I looked at him, who was panting heavily. "They're gone, you can come out now." He nodded slowly and stood up, "you don't *gasp* know how long *pant* I've been running! *wheeze*" I smile "I guess a while. Fans of yours?" He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms "what gave it away?" I laughed and went to the kitchen, and grabbed a croissant. "Here, eat up. They won't be gone long." He nodded, ruffling his hair. "Thanks, I assume you want my autograph?"  I laughed as I grabbed the glass I was cleaning and filled it with some coffee, handing it to him. 

"Really? You assume that every time you meet someone? And no, I'm good. I enjoy your music, but I'm not a massive sign-everything-I-own fan." He smiled and started to eat. "So, what's your name?" I smiled "Ochaco," I sighed and sat down across from him. "So, any new albums or songs?" He shrugged, "I'm lacking inspiration." I laughed "well, maybe a song about how you're running from your fans? I'm sure you have plenty  of inspiration in that department." He pouted and pointed at me "not funny. But I guess so?" I stopped laughing, wiping the tears from my eyes.

I looked outside "want me to give you a ride back to your studio?" "NO!" He snapped, standing up. Looks like I struck a nerve. "S-sorry... Didn't mean to snap, I can't go back there..." He sat back down and looked at his half eaten food. "Why?" "Two reasons" He said holding his fingers up. "One, that mob will guess I'll be there, and go there. Two, I hate my manager. He's only in it for the money and the glory." I rolled my eyes. "I know I know, being famous isn't all that it's cracked up to be, yady yady yady yada, I'm trapped and can't get out, blah blah blah, I'm just a teen, I wanna live my life." His eyes went wide "I've seen the movies."

He smiled "well, they're accurate." God his smile is cute... I shook off the thought. "How about I bring you to my house?" He smiled "really? Thank you!" I winked and looked outside, "they're gone, let's hurry." He nodded and we rushed into the car. We strapped in and I booked it to my house.

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Izuku POV

A fan that's not a supper fan. Huh. That's a new one. I looked at her as she was driving. I turned on the radio. And low and behold! My song came one. I looked at her nervously as she switched the channels. "Don't mean to be rude, but that song was not your best work." I nodded "my manager wanted to try writing a song." I shuddered "I guess you heard how that turned out." She laughed, that laugh. Was the sweetest thing I've heard in all my career of song writing.