My Hero Academia One Shots ~Males x Reader~

Midoriya x Reader Love Isn't Colorblind

Dedicated to: A kind reader who I am so grateful to have had a lovely time talking to and am excited to chat with again @A_Fucking_Accident (who is not actually an accident😘😘) I wanted to write one for her because she took the time to talk to me! So hopefully this is what you were hoping for, sorry if it isn't good!

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Quirk: Inhale- the users lungs can store 50 times the amount of air a normal person's lungs can, they can hold it for longer, they can expel it in large bursts, and they can breathe through any material that may clog their lungs.

Running was your favorite sport, it took so much time and effort but it was always worth it to cross the finish line and just douse yourself in water. Izuku on the other hand, didn't love running nearly as much as you did. He thought it was good exercise, but he would refuse sometimes because he was too tired.

It made sense, while both of you studied full time at UA, he was under a lot of pressure and dedicated much time to turning his quirk from All Might into his quirk. So, you would run alone. It was boring sometimes, but you didn't hate it.

As your birthday drew closer, it was harder to find time to go running, because it was the same week as finals. You were studying more, like the good student you were. But then, as you were browsing the internet for a 5k or something, you saw a color run that was on the Saturday of your birthday week. A squeal of joy came from the couch of the common 3-A dorm which startled poor Momo who was explaining a Pre-Calc concept to Mina and Kmainari.

Midoriya looked up from the article he was going through for history when the sound reached his ears.

"What's up Y/n?"

"I found a color run that is on the Saturday after finals and my birthday!" You exclaimed, he sighed.

"Cool! Do you want me to do it with you?" He asked.

"Of course!" You hugged him and giggled as he blushed. You had been dating for nearly a year and a half, but he was still always self-conscious.

~time skip cause bakugo's swearing addiction~

You lined up at the start. Heart pumping, mind already racing, waiting. For. The.

"BANG." The gun went off and your feet leapt for the first strides, and immediately you felt a color bomb launched at your head. The blow didn't send you reeling like the last time you did a color run, you assumed it was because you had been doing more impact training during school.

"Y/N!" Your name was cried out by your boyfriend who was mere steps behind you.

"Race you to the finish!" You incited the challenge with a smile, a dash of pink powder stained your teeth from your grin. He smiled back, gave a thumbs up and began to run even harder.

It was like you two were an imbalanced scale. He would pull ahead, then you, constantly changing places, but never changing the smiles that graced your face. When you both reached the final straightaway, it was a dead sprint. He used One for All and passed the checkered line just before you did. You collapsed with a panting grin on the grassy hill that was on the side of the race course. Next to you a thump and a breathless laughing reminded you of your loss.

"No!" you sat up and slammed your fist on the ground in mock frustration. He pushed himself up to the sitting position and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You almost won, I had to use One for All to win, otherwise you would have definitely beaten me."

"You're just saying that." Your lips connected to his painted cheek, turning him a flushed color that was nearly impossible to see through the powdered pigments that had cemented themselves on his face. You turned to look at him and he grinned through the embarrassing blush on his face.

"Your hair, is like mine." He ruffled his hand through your messy locks, getting bright green smeared like peanut butter on hot toast coating his palm.

"But sir," you shoved your fingers in his mane, shook them, and brought them back out, "your hair is bright pink."

His palms flew to his head, which were quickly coated in an identical shade to yours. You both burst out laughing. He stood, his knees audibly protesting at this action. His hand reached out to help you up, which you obliged, only to be taken advantage of and have his hand fly to your back and bring you close to him. You stood in this awkward, waltz-like position in the park. Just to make him smile, you began to dance, dragging him with you till he got his footing. It was just like that old movie, Sleeping Beauty, it just needed one thing.

"Pink." You booped his nose with your fingertip. He was shocked but quickly retaliated. He searched both of you for blue pigment and found it on your waist. He tantalizingly dragged his finger not only where the excess color was, but where your short shirt stopped and skin began.

"Blue." His pointer finger connected with your nose, but at that point, you were so shocked you did not even realize he was kissing you. But you didn't mind. Not in the slightest.

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