Midoriya Clan

Confession (1)

It's been a month when every students from UA are training.

Shintaro and Izuku didn't come to school like they usually do instead they are practicing their dance moves with others for the annual opening while Toshinori and Kirishima taking a five minutes break, watching with interest.

"Time's up!" The black short haired member shouted. "Break time!"

They sighed, scattered around to rest and muttered to each others.

"Phew!" Izuku breathes, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his towel. "So tired!"

Shintaro chuckles quietly, wiped his neck and face with his towel before give him a bottle.

"You did great dancing otouto," he praised. "I must say, that's quite a move."

Izuku beamed.

'So... so cute!' Kirishima thoughts with tinted pink on his cheeks.

"Yo Izu!" Kuroshi greets before hugged him from behind. "Great job!" Kirishima gasped and turn into a stone after seeing a teen hugging the hitman. Izuku smiled behind him, didn't heard a choked from the certain red haired teen. "You too Kurochan!"

While they talking animatedly, Shintaro and Toshinori stared at the successor who scowled and glared at the silver eyed teen.

Shintaro merely raised one of his eyebrows and Toshinori stifled his chuckles quietly.

"Kirishima Eijirou," he called out his name. "Let's go trained your offense lesson for a bit." Seeing the teen won't move, he scowled and walked up to him. Grabbing the back of his shirt, he easily lifted him up and dragged Toshinori along to the corner, ignoring their protests.

"Come on," he growled lowly. "Stop complaining and start training!"

Few members are watching with chuckles, smirks and small smiles.

Izuku and Kuroshi however are still talking, obliviously.

Meanwhile, Hein and Shinsou are training as the apprentice managed to punch his cheek caused him to stumbled back before regain and smirked at him.

"Excellent," he praised. "You learn quickly. Take a break."

Shinsou let out a sigh and sat on the ground while panting. The mentor grabbed two bottles and towels before handed it over to him.

"Thank you," he muttered, grabbed the bottle and towel then wiped his face. Hein just hummed, sat beside him and wiped his forehead.

Twirling the bottle cap, he bring it to his mouth to take a few gulps before pulled away and sealed it.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"A bit," he admitted. "But this is a chance for me to be a hero that I always wanted."

"I will be rooting for you kid," he raised his hand to patted his head. "You better not lose it."

"I won't," he curled his lips as a small smile.

Even though they have been known each others for a month, those two shared a strong bond together.

Misaki watched from the living room, smiling at them.

After few hours of training, Shinsou and Hein are taking a shower while Misaki is cooking. Humming, she turn off the heater after tasting it a bit.

"Hmm... smells good."

"Hein-kun! Can y-" she cut off her words when she looked at her old friend and widened her eyes.

His hair is dripped wet with his towel on his head. He's wearing black pants only and She literally drooled at the sight of his godly muscular upper body with abs and Hein raised his eyebrows confusedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Eh?" She snapped out of her state and blushed madly before turn around, ignoring the familiar tingling inside her stomach.

"N-nothing! A-anyway, dinner almost ready so... c-can you please wait in the living room?" She stuttered.

Hein stared at her, looked down and his cheeks tinted with pink, realized he's shirtless and quickly turn around.

"Sorry," He muttered aloud, quickly walked back to the room and get his shirt. "I'll go now."

Misaki pressed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating and take a deep breaths. She shyly turn around, peeked at Hein as he recently in the living room wearing a shirt and bit her lower lip.

Even till this day, she still loved him.

She loved him since high school.

Maybe... just maybe... she might be able to confess her feelings to him.