Operation Izuocha (Izuku x Ochaco Fic)

Chapter 12: What She Needs

As a result of sleep deprivation, Izuku's once giant round eyes had reduced to no bigger than a couple of peanuts. On top of that, his already messy hair managed to become even more so. 

"Dude, what happened to you?" asked Denki as Izuku trudged into class. 

"Who me? Oh, nothing. I just didn't manage to get a lot of sleep last night. That's all" he replied.

"Pulled an all-nighter training again?" Denki probed, "You know, you may wanna take it easy. You look more undead than Mr. Aizawa."

"Mean," Deku replied flatly, too tired to care. 

Izuku wished he'd lost that much sleep to training. At least that would have been more productive than lying awake stressing for hours, he thought.

Ever since Izuku dodged the kiss he still hadn't gotten around to patching things up with Ochaco. Things began to look even more difficult for him ever since his conversation with Iida. After a lot of internal debating, he finally realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere unless he talked things over with Ochaco herself. 

As Izuku forced his weak limbs to take him over to his desk, he noticed that a certain human Pikachu was following close behind.

"So uh, dude. If not from training then, your whole... undeadness," Denki said, as he gestured to Izuku, "wouldn't happen to have something to do with a pink-cheeked brunette, would it?"

Izuku didn't bother to pick his head up from his desk.

"A little birdy told me you two are dating. So, if you're having yourselves a lovers quarrel, I happen to be an expert on love," Denki finished with a confident grin. 

It's true that Izuku is a flustered mess around girls and as far as experience goes he doesn't have much to put on the resumé, however, his innocence does not mean he's naive. He may be oblivious when it comes to himself, but regarding others....well, let's just say by now Izuku's learned to take everything Kamanari says with a grain of salt. 

"Oh yeah? Then how come you don't have a girlfriend?" Izuku teased. 

"I can't be tied down," Denki began, confidence still intact, "I mean, think of all the hearts i'd be breaking in the process." 

"Yah right," said Jiro, coming up from behind and whacking a notebook on his head, "I can't think of one girl who would be caught dead dating you." 

"Geez Jiro didja hafta hit me so hard?" Denki said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Did you have to be such a numbskull?" she retorted, "Leave Midoriya alone. Nobody in their right mind would take love advice from you anyway." 

She has a point, Izuku thought to himself. 

"Oh please. You're just jealous," Denki replied.

"Oh yeah? Of what? Your inflated ego? Or could it be your overly gelled hair?"

"Hey! What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing...." she started.

"Well then--"

"If you're okay looking like a pineapple," she finished.

"Ok, that does it!"

*bicker bicker bicker bicker*

At this point, the rest of the class had noticed the commotion but most had brushed it off as being a fairly typical occurrence. Unfortunately, the arguing had prevented Jiro and Kamanari from noticing as Mr. Aizawa entered the room. The rest of the class, however,  quickly scrambled into their desks.