I...um got the milk? (MidoFaRe FANFIC)

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"Midoriya..You're mumbling again..." cheeks blooming into a blush as he rubbed the back of his head, Izuku chuckled to himself, a beat of sweat on his temple, gently scratching his chin.

"Sorry...a bad habit"a bad habit he was trying break, since according to his mother, his father does it a lot. Its was mildly annoying, his father was all his mother could talk about these days. She'll spend hours gazing at the stupid ring he got her.

What was the whole point if the ring if he wasn't even present in their lives ninety nine percent of the time? Sure his father gave him a very limited edition all might things, but that didn't mean it  he was off the hook for leaving both him and his mother.

"I always wondered why you behave in such a way..." huffs Tenya, hand to his chin while Izuku sweated. Laughing awkwardly, while waving his hands , internally panicking "in what way...exactly?" He had to know.

What did his friends think of him and his behavior, was he a bit too much to handle. It was hard to think when he could feel the thick glare a certain ash blonde was sending his way. Come to think of it....it's been this way since the beginning of the year, Katsuki would always be glaring at him, he felt so exposed to those crimson eyes, that could read him so easily it was unnerving.

It wasn't like Izuku could hide anything from him, and that made him uneasy, Katsuki know everything....everything, Izuku was grateful that that he wasn't outed by the teen yet.

That didn't mean he wasn't confronted when he was alone. Thats a tale for another day.

"You're always apologetic...you say sorry for the simplest of things...makes me wonder where you picked up such a trait"

'my mom' "sorry, another bad habit" he laughs a little and it's awkward. Thank god for this powerful liquid proof makeup, because he was sweating bullet.

"You seem to have a lot of bad habits, kero" Tsuyu says rather bluntly, finger on her cheek, making him apologize yet again with another awkward laugh.

Ochaco finds herself giggling at the 'greenette's' awkwardness, as she chimes in, fingertips tapped together a smile on her round cheeks, that were probably pink. "You also perk when you hear a snap..it's cute...like a puppy you know?" A bead of sweat on her brow as she tries to explain what she means.

Izuku tilts his head. "Puppy?" Meanwhile in thought, nodding his head, hold his chin in Between his index finger and his thumb "I mean I can see what you're going for..."

Tsuyu notices a splotch of (skin tone) (skin color) slightly peaking from the white collar of his shirt, curiosity got the better of her as she poked making Izuku screech jumping from his seat like ice water was poured down his back. Hand slapping over the splotch, pupils small with shock before he laughs hastily.

"Sorry sorry...I've been rather jumpy today."  It was the best excuse he could muster. "Excuse me! I gotta go to the restroom!"

With a confused stares boring into his backside as he scampered out the classroom, holding his neck as if it held his darkest secret.

Odd, to his peers, Izuku was shrouded in mystery there were things that were, a bit off. Such as he never changed in the male bathroom using the unisex bathroom, or he'll wait until everyone was gone to change.

He'll take his backpack to the bathroom, or anywhere. A secret of its own, they didn't want to pry. Yet they couldn't help but be curious, by their 'greenette' of classmate–Katsuki being the exception.

"I should've known the collars of this uniform were shorter than the ones in middle school" he dabbed his skin with a beauty blender concealer , blending it out smoothly , drawing on face freckles. Breathing a sigh of relief as he stared at the pigmentation on his chest and collar bone before buttoning up.

"This going to be harder than I thought"

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"Midoriya...lab 5, room 2" the intercom cut with a click, he's standing from his desk. Running a hand through his hair, to push the strands from falling inside his glasses.

A white room, built with the strongest if metals said to withstand any quirk. Hands in his coats pockets. The squeak of his shoes. He stares into the one way mirror.

The light above him flashes a green. He inhales, chest warming from the inside, heat bubbling in his throat, in which he held until if felt like his lungs were going to melt. Exhaling sharply a burst of flames left his lips, burning in a bright fiery color of Orange hues. 

Followed by black smoke as he hacks ups a few coughs, ash covering his fingers and thumb, coating the inside of his fist.

Crumpling to his knees, with that blasted cough. Light above flicking from green to red. His skin hot and dripping with sweat. Small wheezes leaving his lips this is why he hated using his quirk. It hurts, so bad that he didn't want to breathe. Felt like his lungs we re constantly on fire. 

Lips pulled into a grimace, intercom buzzing in the white room. "Take two"

He couldn't wait to get rid of it...for good.