Deku's Kisses

Aoyama Yuga

          According to their classmates, Aoyama Yuga held a strange fondness for the green haired boy in their class. They weren't sure what brought the two together. Aoyama and Midoriya on all accounts seemed like polar opposites. People perceived the blond to be a bit self-centered, not in a way where he hurt people's feelings -they felt he was genuinely a good guy- but in the way where he was always thinking of himself. They lost track of the amount of times where someone would be having a conversation with him and in the middle of it the sparkly boy would zone out claiming to be thinking of an outfit he wanted to put together or a new makeup palette that he was dying to try. It never actually bothered his classmates, they accepted that he was a bit eccentric. Although Aoyama was a very talkative and extroverted guy, no one ever saw him make an attempt of befriending any of them. Until Midoriya Izuku. 
     It came as a surprise when one day they saw the blond trapeze his way over to Midoriya before lunch while calling out to him with a wave and a bright smile.
    "Yoo-hoo! Midoriya-kun I've got some new pastries for us to try, come sit with me darling."
     What wasn't a surprise was how Midoriya had accepted the invitation. The boy was an over-the-top people pleaser, willing to do just about anything for anyone to make sure that they kept a smile on their face. With a slight blush and a bit of a stutter the freckled boy agreed that they would share the meal with each other.
      In the week following "The Lunch Incident" their classmates decided to start keeping tabs on the new duo. It wasn't really a secret that Midoriya had a knack for adopting people and convincing them to be his friends, no matter how tough the exterior, the doe-eyed boy always managed to melt their hearts. A prime example being the ever frosty Todoroki boy who after months of pestering, finally allowed himself to be dragged into Midoriya's friendship circle. His reach extended beyond those that resided in class 1-A after convicting the ever antisocial Shinsou from 1-C and the timid third year student Amaki to join him on a couple cafe excursions. The reason why his class was so interested was because for the first time it looked as though he was the one who was being lured into companionship.
      At first it started with Aoyama offering the boy small snacks such as sweets and cheese, Hagakure compared it to setting a trap for a little mouse. Things then advanced to seeing the two walking between classes with each other and making plans to study in the other's rooms, something that once again confused their classmates because it was well known that Aoyama never cracked open his textbooks on his own accord. It was even more surprising when Uraraka noticed the lavender paint on Midoriya's nails while in the common room one morning.
     "Midoriya! I didn't know that you painted your nails!" She exclaimed when gently grabbing ahold of his hands, bringing them close to her face for further inspection. "Wow, these are done really well! Could you do mine sometime?"
     "A-ah well, I didn't actually paint them. Um, Aoyama did. He said that he really needed the practice but his nails were already done and so he asked me to help him and then he said that purple would be a really good color on me and so here we are! B-but I'm sure that if you asked him he'd be happy to do it for you Uraraka."
     Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks heating up from the attention and a sheepish grin make its way onto his lips, really he wasn't ashamed of having his nails painted. If he was being honest he thought that they looked nice and agreed with his friend that yeah, he really did look pretty okay in purple. He was well aware that having his nails painted didn't make him any less of a man and knew that it was only a matter of time before his friend requested his help once more with a different color to try, so he didn't mind telling Uraraka about it. What he was embarrassed about was the fact that his classmate was watching him close enough to notice his nails.
After agreeing to talk with Aoyama about getting help with her nails, Uraraka left Midoriya in favor of basking in her confusion in the comfort of her own bedroom. She wasn't bothered by his nails and she wasn't bothered about the fact that her green haired friend was becoming close to someone else, she was only bothered by the fact that he had yet to tell her about his budding relationship. The gravity defying girl thought that her and Midoriya had gotten pretty close this year. In fact, she felt that they both held the title of "best friend" for one another and as his best friend Uraraka thought that she would have even trusted with the new information. In the past her friend had always clued her in on his plans to befriend somebody and even tried to rope her in to help him out. It hurt her feelings that she wasn't included this time around.
It wasn't as though the two boys were being secretive about how often they talked, they often made plans with one another in front of other students. The blond could be heard calling to Midoriya most days, already having an activity planned for the two of them. Uraraka just felt left out, she absolutely did not want to be asked to hang out with the two boys -she felt that if forced to spend more than two hours with the sparkling boy that she may implode- she just wanted Midoriya to willingly tell her about his life. She wanted to look after her friend. She thought the blond's sudden interest in the green boy was suspicious and she just didn't want her friend to get hurt.
Aoyama despite popular belief, did not focus solely on himself, he just wanted everyone else's eyes on him. In order to keep their attention he had to understand his classmates inner-workings and had to make sure that he always looked his best. At first, he honestly did not want to be friends with Midoriya. He wanted the green boy's attention. Aoyama was no fool, he knew that Midoriya was destined for great things, he knew that his classmate had all the qualities of a successful hero and desperately sought him out because of it. The sparkly boy felt that if he could gain the affection of someone with such potential then just maybe he might have some as well. That's how it started. He began by watching the doe-eyed boy. He studied how Midoriya talked with others, his favorite food, his fashion sense -or lack there of- and how he performed in class. Aoyama thought the first few times that his classmate hurt himself were just a couple of fluke accidents. Of course a hard hit from Bakugou could break a finger or two, it was nothing to be weary of. However, the more that the blond observed his accident prone classmate, the more that he realized that they were more alike than he thought.
It was common knowledge that Aoyama would get frequent stomach aches from the over-usage of his quirk. All quirks have their draw backs and he had learned to accept his. Acceptance never made the hospital trips and constant pain when he was younger any easier. He could remember quite a few times when his quirk was first developing, before he had really gotten the hang of it, where he slept in a hospital bed more than his own at home. His doctor had explained that the boy's quirk was too strong for his body. He and his quirk were incompatible. Of course the bright boy wouldn't let that set him back, he wanted the whole world to see him and what better way to have the world view him than to be a hero. It took years of quirk counseling and many bottles of nausea medicine for him to figure out his own limits and when he should push them.
He could recognize the signs of someone who's body was working against them, the signs of someone who's quirk was like his. After a few class periods he had figured that it was Midoriya's own quirk that was working against his body and he was annoyed. For someone who claimed to want to be a hero Aoyama felt that the green eyed boy had to have been either crazy or lazy to have not gained control of his quirk yet. The blond could remember how desperate he was to stop the pain in himself when he was younger and was absolutely stunned to see that his classmate was still struggling as Aoyama had. How had Midoriya not progressed with his quirk usage after having it for years?
It wasn't until Aoyama had accidentally over heard a conversation between Midoriya and his friends that he learned the green haired boy was a late bloomer. He could feel the irritation that riddled his skin every time he came in contact with his freckled classmate fade away and be replaced with understanding. Pain and understanding. In the back of his mind he figured that Midoriya had it slightly worse than himself, the boy frequently broke his bones seemingly every other day, but Aoyama never really thought that this was something new. He thought that his classmate had been dealing with such a thing for his whole life and had all this time to try to correct it.
The blond felt his stomach curl and coil at the thought of Midoriya having to experience the beginner workings of his quirk all by himself. Aoyama thought back to the nights where he would lay awake crying because he felt his own body hated him and wondered if his classmate felt the same fear. He wondered if Midoriya had anyone who knew what he was going through. Aoyama was fortunate enough to have his quirk be quite similar to others in his family, making it so that he had plenty of people to help him through the early years of his quirk development, he had no clue how he would have handled such pain without the support of his family. For some reason he had a gut feeling that his freckled classmate did not have such support and for the first time he wanted to be that someone for another person.
He knew that realistically he couldn't help Midoriya with controlling his quirk, he had other teachers for that, but he could take his mind off of it. He could make sure that the green eyed boy knew that he wasn't alone, that he wasn't some freak who's body was meant to whither. So he decided to give the kid the honor of being his friend. Aoyama wanted to start small. He would first show interest in the boy by offering snacks and small talk, only later down the line would he offer to make Midoriya as sparkly, bright, and beautiful as himself. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to have another to shine with him.
Midoriya was always peculiar to the blond. He felt that the boy was a bit too jumpy and a bit too dumpy in the fashion department for his taste but, the more time that he spend with his classmate the more that he genuinely started to enjoy it. He liked how Midoriya wanted to help him succeed. He liked how Midoriya was interested in the pastries and French culture that he talked about. He liked that Midoriya never judged him for his fashion sense or his love of makeup, going as far as letting Aoyama dress him up and play makeover with him basically whenever he was asked. Maybe most of all, he liked how he didn't feel like he had to beg for Midoriya's attention. Whenever he was with his classmate Aoyama felt that he didn't have to try to make himself seem larger than life, he could tell by the way that his friend looked at him that Midoriya truly felt Aoyama was amazing.
Eventually Aoyama started to do things for Midoriya that he never thought he would do for anyone other than himself. He wanted to make the green boy shine. Sometimes, he could feel the urge to take the boy's hands and yell to the rest of the class and announce that they were friends. Sometimes he did. Sometimes instead of using his words he would give matching makeovers before classes, nothing too heavy, maybe a little light eye shadow or eye liner and definitely matching hairstyles once in a while. Just so that the other would know how close they are. He of course, would ask his friend before touching a hair on his head but was always met by a reassuring smile and him saying that he trusted Aoyama. Something that others rarely did. Sometimes instead of shouting that he cared for Midoriya he would simple grab the sides of his face and kiss all around the boy's chubby little chipmunk cheeks. His lips would leave a trail of chapstick that would remain a tad bit sticky but neither boys minded. Midoriya without fail would become flush and scrunch his nose, his eyes always lit up whenever Aoyama kissed his face. The blond couldn't help but look at how happy Midoriya was, how pretty, how bright his new friend was. Maybe it really isn't a bad thing to have someone to sparkle with. He loved when Midoriya's eyes would brighten up after a kiss.