Meeting My Idol

5: Happy Accident

It was evening. The clouds were a light lavender etched on the grey sky. My muscles ached from the day's training. I was thankful my partner was Ochaco-chan, but our fighting strategy was, to put it lightly, a work in progress. Especially against people like Bakugou. I could still feel the ache from his fist shoving me into the grass with the force of his explosive quirk. Uraraka had scrambled to my side, with Bakugou in hysteria, laughing and taunting the others. I was just happy I had managed to make some allies.

I made my way to my dorm, my hair damp from the showers. My shoulders screamed with pain, but the warm towel that draped along them helped to soothe it. Apparently, since everyone was now second-years, the dorms were arranged differently. I didn't know who were my neighbors yet, but tonight I would probably run into them. The first was...what I could only describe a boy split in half. I remembered his extraordinary show of power at last year's festival. The flames that Midoriya had manged to bring out of him. The signature scar and hair. To be honest, I felt less alone and... ugly, because of my scars. Here was a strong, attractive guy with a scar. Maybe I wasn't so bad.

He looked very plain at first glance, but even I could see the prominent lines and curves of muscle under his clothes. His eyes fluttered in my direction, but he seemed to have no interest in talking. He unlocked his door and quietly shut it behind him without a second thought. I dropped my bag gently by my door and fumbled for my keys. It was cold in the hallway and I wanted go get a shirt on so I wasn't so exposed. Unfortunately, I heard footsteps tapping lightly and I knew I would be forced to come in contact with yet another person.

To my surprise, and dismay, it was Midoriya. I saw his eyes meet mine and then dart to the floor. My face flushed when I remembered I was half naked.

"H-hi, Kergeru," he mumbled, managing to look at me again.

"Midoriya. Hey. I'm sorry, I can't find my key and I need to get dressed. I'm so sorry." I apologized, crossing my arms over my chest to feel less vulnerable.

He examined my keys, looking at each one on the chain. He smiled and picked out the right one, which was a faded navy color. I put the others back in my short's pocket and unlocked my door.

"Thank you," I sighed. I couldn't believe I embarrassed myself like that.

He peeked inside my room curiously. I offered him a quick tour, and his face lit up. Like a child, he oogled over my blades, questioning materials and the uses. I was happy to explain, and for the longest time, I forgot I needed to get dressed.

"Um, not to interrupt the conversation, I just- well I just need to fix myself up a little before, ah, you know," I stammered. I couldn't tell him no. His face was too-

I stumbled on my rug and fell right onto Izuku, whom was much smaller than me. It was almost cliché, as if I was pinning him to the wall like this. Like a stupid romance...not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it in different circumstances- I cursed the rug in my head and got off him quickly, turning into an anxious mess. His face was a pale pink, and his expression was hard to read. He briefly touched my shoulder as if to console me, but recoiled at my bare skin. He excused himself under his breath and looked back at me quickly before smiling awkwardly. He told me his room was just next door, and left to do homework.

I couldn't focus that night. His fingertips had been branded into my skin and I never wanted the feeling to leave. The way his face gazed up at mine, my shadow darkening his features... I just wanted to be his someone. To protect and be protected by him. I wanted to... touch him in ways no one else did. The thought of him danced in my head until the sun rose the next day.

Here is a little artwork to accompany the chapter. I did use a base, so please note that. Enjoy.
~silent

(It's of Fujigita, in Midoriya's POV)