My hero academia PT3 oneshots

Books & Butterflies (Maddie)

"No, thanks."
Just a moment ago, a first year in your department asked you out. He is nice enough, but you are not interested in him. Actually, there is only one guy you are interested in enough. But, this is not that guy.
"But why?" He is holding out flowers, seemingly hopeful.
"Because I'm not interested."
"Why not?"
"I'm just not. Is there a problem with that?"
"No, but you were always so nice and I thought-"
"Well, you thought wrong. I'm just nice to be nice, but I don't like you like that."
You turn around, hands in your pockets and a scowl to reflect how irritated you are. Guys ask you out too often for your liking, and you do not even know why. You are not that pretty, not that talented, and most definitely not that friendly. So what is it? They are probably just desperate. How annoying.
The rejected boy leaves, but on the roof lingers another, with dark blue hair. He walks to where you had been standing, his temperament in a somber tone. Red and pink roses arranged in a pretty bouquet sits in his hands, and he looks at it with a longing gaze. For one and a half years now, he has been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out, but it has all been depleted by watching you reject someone without even a second thought of it. Would you do the same to him?
Probably. He does not seem good enough for a beauty like you.
Angry, hurt, and sad, he walks off, steps heavy and hardly even lifting from the floor all of the way. In the halls, he throws the flowers into the trash bin, having decided to just give up. Just then, right after he walks away, you walk past the trash bin, and see flowers in it. Curiously, you take a look on them, and find a tag that says, "L/n, I love you." Shaking your head,
you put them back in the trash. Just another guy who's too cowardly to ever ask me out.
"Well?" A blonde boy and a periwinkle-haired girl stare at their blue-haired friend expectantly. "Did you ask her out??"
"N-no."
"WHY NOT?!?!?!"
"I-I saw another g-g- guy ask her out, and she r- rejected him like it was n- n-n- nothing. I can't even imagine how she'd turn me down."
"She wouldn't!" The blonde slams his hands onto the table. "She would definitely accept you! You're amazing, Tamaki!"
"No. I'm not. She wouldn't hesitate to reject me." He fidgets with his fingers.
"No way!" The girl shouts. "Find some confidence!"
"Where do I buy it and how much does it cost?"
"We're done with you."
On your way home from school, a tall and broad blonde boy who is a grade ahead of you runs up to you. Taking your earbuds out you turn to him in confusion. Don't tell me it's another guy asking me out.
"Hey! Can I talk to you a minute?"
Shrugging, you reply, "You know, when guys ask me out, they bring a pretty bouquet." He stops,
"HOW'D YOU KNOW?!?!?!"
"You're the third guy today. Let's get it over with. No, thanks."
"But he's a real good-looking guy!" Talking in third person? That's just annoying.
"Beauty is skin deep."
"He's super nice!"
"Nice guys aren't what they seem."
"He's super talented, too!"
"Talent means nothing in a relationship."
"C'mon! You've never even met him! If you'd at least let me introduce you-"
"Who exactly are we talking about?"
"My best friend! He won't ask you out himself, so I'm doing it for him." This has you laughing.
"If he can't man-up and come here himself, then it isn't worth it."
"But Tamaki really likes you!"
"Tamaki? Tamaki Amajiki Senpai?" That has your heart stopping.
"Yeah! Him! He really, really likes you." A blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you lift your eyes to the sky in an attempt to hide your bashfulness.
"I've changed my mind. When and where?"
"You'll really do it?! You'll go out with him?!"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Wow! I must've been really persuasive!"
"Yeah. I guess so. When and where?"
"This Saturday. He'll pick you up around...12:30!"
"Okay. Sounds great. Tell him I'll see him then. 0h, and here's my number. Pass it on to him." You write it down and hand it to him, then run off, smiling to yourself the whole way home.
Saturday comes, and you begin getting dressed. Looking through your closet, your eyes fall on a white sweater with little purple butterflies all over it. Grinning, you pull it out, and decide that it would be cute with your navy-blue a-line skirt. Finally, you get white sneakers, and tie your hair into a high ponytail with a white scrunchie. In the mirror, you look like a pretty and cute girl, with a soft aesthetic. This makes you smile A few minutes later, there is a slow knock on your front door.
Excitedly, you run down the stairs and open it, finding your handsome senpai.
"Hey, Amajiki Senpai!" He is wearing an all black outfit, seemingly opposite of you. Eyes trained on the ground, he is silent a few moments.
"I- I'm so sorry."
"Eh? For what?"
"I-I don't know how M- M- Mirio convinced you to g-go out with m me, but I a-a-a- apologize. You d- don't have to and-"
"No. I want to. I really want to."
"B- but why? Y- you're always rejecting people and-"
"And l didn't reject you, now did I? Senpal" You take ahold of his hands. "I actually like you, and I really want this date. Of all the guys who have asked me out, I don't like any of them.  But you? I've had eyes on you since last year."
"Y-y-you have?"
"Yup! Now, c'mon. Where are you taking me today?"
"I- it's a surprise." In his hand, you notice a very big duffle bag, and get curious.
"What's in there?"
"Another surprise."
"Argh. You're being vague."
"J-just follow m-me."
Shyly, he takes a blindfold and ties it over your eyes to obscure your vision. Then, he takes your hand to lead you. His is sweaty and shaky, and it swallows yours whole in size. Slowly, you walk to who knows where, and feel leaves and twigs on your skin, which is confusing. Then, he has you sit down, and wait a few moments. The bag unzips, and under you is a definite blanket. Is it a picnic? If so, why a bag and not a basket? Was it to conceal the plan? Finally, he unties the blindfold, and you find yourself in a beautiful garden. In front of you is him and a display of food; but what catches your eye is the book he brought. The one you have been trying to get your hands on for months.
"I- is that...?"
"I've seen you I looking at it and thought..." He trails off, nervous.
"This is the best ever." He shakes his head.
"This isn't even all."
"Eh? What else is there?" Nervously, he whistles a bit, and then butterflies come flying, though you are not sure where they came from. They land on you and him, some on the book. "Butterflies...?"
"I'm quite fond of them, and I-I was pretty sure you are, too. I come to this garden often, and they come out whenever I whistle." He smiles a bit, lost in the beauty of the environment around you. "Its so beautiful here, with all the flowers and these little friends...I'm never alone here, but it's still quiet and peaceful. A calm and still company."
"It's breathtaking." You go over to him, and sit beside him. "I love it. Thank you for sharing it with me?"
"I- it was my dream to bring you here...I've been thinking about it since I first saw you..." A blush breaks out on his face.
"S-sorry. That sounds weird-"
"No, it doesn't. I've liked you since I first saw you, too. I thought you were handsome."
"Y-you did?"
"Mhm! I was a first year back then, and you were a second year. It was the first day of the semester, and we made eye contact."
Walking into the school, you find yourself so nervous about starting. What if people hate you? What if you do badly? What if you humiliate yourself in front of everyone? Anxiously looking around, you accidently make eye contact with beautiful, dark blue orbs. From the eyes, you trace them to a face, and then a whole body. He is gorgeous.
At the same time, you both blush and look away, running off in opposite directions. Each thinking of the other, daydreams break out, and crushes develop.
"I remember it like it was yesterday." You say.
"Me, too."
You being to eat the display of food he brought, and it is all delicious. Somewhere along the way, he mentions that he made it himself, which has you in awe. You cannot cook for the life of you. When you finish eating, you read together. Shyly, you rest your head on his lap and read with him, even though he gets tense and nervous.
Butterflies and books. That is how you can describe the date. It is sweet and relaxed, though tender nonetheless. It is obvious that you both like each other, and slowly slip further and further into a stronger feeling for one another, each finding that the other is exactly what they expected.
When he walks you home, you quietly take his hand, and it is still sweaty and shaky like earlier. Still, they are big and comforting to hold, even if you can only hold some of his fingers. When you are at your door, you give him a broad smile, which few guys get.
"Hey," you say. "Do you think we could go out again sometime?"
"Uh-i- if you want to."
"I'd love to, or else I wouldn't have asked."
"O- okay then. Th- thank you."
"Wait, Senpai."
"E- eh?"
"If it's not too much to ask..could we share the butterfly garden?" He smiles fondly.
"It isn't mine. I just found it. It can be ours, if you want."
"I'd love that."
You and Amajiki do not just end with dates. After three, he asked you to be his official girlfriend, though it was mumbled and a mess, leaving you to decipher a bunch of incoherent sounds. Once realizing what he said, you accepted it with a bounce in your step.
Reading together is your favorite activity, right with visiting your butterfly friends. It makes for a beautiful relationship, that someday grows to a wedding, which was held in your garden. Your happily ever after with him is beautiful, and nothing could ever make you more blissful. You love him, and he loves you. Books and butterflies. That is your life together.