~ deku / izuku oneshots ~

strawberry blush (healer!deku)

"If-" The boy breathed. "I don't know how many boyfriends he has, so tell him it comes from Deku."

In a small, meek voice amongst defeating silence, the greenette dropped the smile. "I'm sorry." Came his soft apology, broken and breathy but barely audible as he let himself out of the building with a soft click.

The door immediately opened afterwards for the actual model to walk in.

He was nowhere near as pretty.

~~~

Chaos blew the common room the second Katsuki stepped foot inside. The first thing Bakugo did was walk up to wrap his hands around Kirishima, only to be met with uncomfortable stiffening.

"Hey, Babe?" Kirishima kept facing away. "We're over."

The class immediately silenced, Bakugo jolting harshly and turning to face his boyfriend.

"What?"

"Deku came over to break up with you today, Katsuki."

All colour watched off his face and he became pale. Kirishima wasn't done. "Said he's blocked you everywhere, not to come over." He slammed the towel he was using to dry the plates down and turned to face the boy. "He looked like he wanted you to be happy."

The common room tried not to stare blatantly at Bakugo, although their stares were cold. "Izuku? Nono, he can't break up with me. He's known me for too long. He loves me! I'm his boyfriend! How could he-" His words tumbled out hurriedly. "-how could he do this to me?"

A loud slap vibrated from the walls and this time, the whole class looked over to a fuming Kirishima. "He was crying! He was so beautiful and he was crying! For you!"

He stormed his way up the stairs to prevent himself from slapping Bakugo again. "For trash like you. Don't ever talk to me again."

Bakugo went silent after that.

~~~

One long month dragged along. True to his word, Kirishima didn't look Bakugo's way even once and judging by how he didn't leave his room, the class could bet he didn't visit this 'Deku' either.

It wasn't until early morning of that month that something interesting popped into the classroom.

All Might stood afront the classroom in his skinny form, teaching what had to be a form of hero history, when three soft knocks silenced his rant about Best Jeanist.

"Toshi-senpai." A boy with green, curly locks popped in. "I need to give a speech from RV."

All Might smiled immediately and put down the white chalk he was holding. As his eyes scanned the class and landed on Kirishima, the boy suddenly turned to Bakugo and heaved his stare straight down on the tile. The hero didn't seem to notice.

"Young Midoriya." All Might greeted back, booming smile back on his face, this time genuine.

Unsurely, the boy walked up to the front of the classroom, tiny next to the hero but not skinny or short. Slight muscle peeked out from the low-hanging medial grade shirt and his medical coat hung loosely on his shoulders, threatening to fall and reveal trained freckled biceps.

His gaze stayed glued to the ground by the front of the classroom, and Bakugo, for the first time in a while, had his eyes pinned on him. Softly, almost uncharacteristically, the hero beside him pushed Midoriya with his shoulder and whispered something about him not normally being shy. He'd grown a spine in his time on the medical field.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya." The boy found his smile. "I'll be apprentacing with Recovery Girl for a few days, training in surgery and healing. I'm quirkless, but please don't allow that to stop you from reaching for my help." He turned to All Might and smiled almost confidently, cocking his head. "I'm pretty worthy already. I was chosen for a reason." ...twice