"The exciting life of a town librarian," Izuku muttered absently to himself as he brushed his damp hair with his fingers and took inventory of the folders covering the coffee table and half his couch with a sigh that bordered on a whimper.
It was going to be a long night.
Not that he had much of a choice, not since AU Construction made a call to the City Council and shared the good news that the library was not only rotting from the inside out, but that it also had a mold problem.
That, of course, had triggered a series of events that ended with the Board of Health condemning the library during his lunch break.
Thirty minutes later, he'd found himself covered in a crusty mixture of paste, glue and glitter and sitting outside the City Council's offices, accepting the fact that he was going to have to update his résumé.
After all the objections, demands, and limitations they'd placed on him for the library renovations, he'd expected them to condemn the building and cut their losses.
What he hadn't expected was a group of giddy councilmen demanding that he help design a new state of the art library.
Well, maybe demanded was too harsh of a word since what they'd really done was ask him if he'd be interested in creating another proposal.
He wasn't and he would have had no problem with telling them that if he hadn't been so distracted to discover that he still had a job and other things...
Other things being Katsuki Bakugo and that incredibly sweet, sexy kiss that had left him stunned, confused and imagining a dozen more ways to get rid of the bastard by the time the second bottle of glue was poured over his head.
Truly afraid that he would put one of those ideas into action, he'd stopped on the way home, bought a half dozen pints of ice cream for fortification and after devouring one in the parking lot, decided that it was safe to go home.
When he didn't see Katsuki's truck parked in its customary spot, he grabbed his bags, stormed into the apartment house, sent a murderous glare at the guy's door and went into his own apartment where he spent the next two hours scrubbing every inch of his body until he was sure that every last speck of glitter was gone.
Once that was done, he threw on his old oversized favorite t-shirt, a pair of comfy sweatpants and decided to get the proposal out of the way and give himself the distraction that he needed.
Now, as he faced a long night of paperwork, all he wanted to do was to grab another pint of ice cream, pop a movie in the DVD player and curl up on the couch and pretend that this day never happened.
Except maybe for that kiss...
"I'm an idiot," Izuku declared to absolutely no one as he dropped down on the couch and grabbed the folder closest to him with an over dramatic groan, deciding that after the day he'd had, that it was completely warranted.
At least it was almost over, he reminded himself as he glanced down at the notes the Council had handed him and closed his eyes in defeat as someone knocked on the door, destroying all of his hopes for a peaceful night in a matter of seconds.
He started to stand up when a thought occurred to him, one that had him sitting back down, picking up his notes and deciding to ignore whoever was at the door.
Whoever it was knocked again, more insistent this time, but he wasn't answering it.
He was done.
More than done actually.
As far as he was concerned, the rest of the world no longer existed. The only thing that existed tonight was his couch, his television, this proposal and the ice cream in the fridge.
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Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya needed to man up. He needed to man up and ask for help. But equipped with shame and pride, he refused to seek any form of support, not even from his own father. He's okay and he's getting by. Well, he really hope so, as he continue t...
