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Cyan/Izuku Midoriya

Izuku x reader

Summary: Reader has moved to Japan (not specified from where) in order to attend the prestigious UA high school. The first day at their new school doesn't start out too great but eventually their able to make a new friend.

TW: A bit of teasing, not suggestive, mentioned bullying, didn't go into details though, referring to people as quirks, it happens like once but still.

Genre: Fluff, one-shot

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A/N: I took way too long to make this but on the bright side, I aced my exams! Anyway, I actually got way too invested in the reader's backstory. Don't know if you can tell but I really wanted to go in depth but if I did I'm pretty sure it would have turned out too wordy. I might use these two again, I'm invested in their story lol.

Mornings weren't usually as chaotic as this. No matter how begrudgingly, you would always wake up to your alarm, get ready, and head out the door in a respectable amount of time.

You recently moved to Japan in order attend the prestigious UA high school. Apparently you still weren't used to the time difference. You sprinted all around your apartment frantically grabbing what you could.

Notebooks, textbooks, pencils, pens, maybe a hair brush by accident. You weren't quite sure. You stumbled into your desk grabbing at a cyan journal that read "Quirk Notes" and stuffed it into your school bag. You would hate to leave that the very day you went to meet so many new people.

Once you had everything required for your first day, or more accurately, whatever you could grab on you way out, you bolted out the front door. Running down the stairs of the apartment building, you tried your best not to trip, finally making it to the sidewalk. You started to make your way towards the school, power walking, to keep from running into someone.

Once you arrived at the school you made your way to the classroom, stopping just short of the large and intimidating door. You took a deep breath, not only nervous about meeting so many new people at once but also the punishment that would no doubt take place due to your tardiness.

Not a great first impression.

You opened the door slowly, hoping at the very least you wouldn't interrupt in the middle of a lecture. Once the door was opened just enough to see inside you poked your head in.

'Where's the teacher? ' you asked yourself. You stepped into the classroom warily, but didn't see anyone. Did you come too early? No, you saw other classrooms in session as well as other students rushing through the halls on your way to the much too hard to find class. You walked to the other side of the room, looking out the windows, trying to find the answers to your questions.

The answer seemed to come from a distant explosion.

———

Midoriya was simultaneously on cloud nine and in fear for his life. On one hand he got another chance to see Kacchan's quirk in action during training, even if he isn't fighting the blonde himself. On the other hand Izuku was pretty sure a good 45% of the explosions were sent his way on purpose.

Soon the sparring session was over and in favor of avoiding Bakugo's heated glares Midoriya let his eyes wander around the facility. Towards his classmates, his teacher, and- oh that's new.

A figure stood at the entrance of the facility. They didn't seem to be someone he recognized so he looked to his teacher for assurance that this wasn't a surprise attack from the LOV. Aizawa turned towards their visitor and just sighed. "I suppose you're the new transfer then"

"Um- yes sir" the person replied with a bit of hesitation.

———

Aizawa briefly halted the training session in favor of you to introducing yourself to the class. He asked that you refrain from sharing your quirk, for an extra layer of training you guessed. Even if you wouldn't be able to participate in training today. As punishment for being late you had to sit out and complete a small amount school work that you missed in your absence.

Once the words started to melt together into one giant blob of grammar and numbers, you allowed your eyes to wander over to your classmates, trying to see what quirks you could make out just by looking.

There was one boy who had multiple arms, all connected by a thin layer of skin. Another who had circular shaped elbows that you later learned were some form of tape despencer. There was someone else who seemed to have a quirk that was a tail mutation, he used it well. There was also...floating..gloves? It was a bit hard to see from a distance, you guessed it was an invisibility quirk but there was no way to figure out more that that without getting closer.

Once it was time for the non-hero work related classes you did all you could to learn about every quirk in the room. A creation quirk, a sort of engine based quirk, multiple mutation quirks, and you finally found out what the bird guy's quirk is, who you now know as Tokoyami. You quickly learned who caused the explosions that you saw earlier today, Bakugo, and how, as well as who was able to withstand the detonations, Kirishima.

Soon enough the day was over, and although you weren't able to learn about everyone quirks, you were satisfied.

Outside of school, you didn't have much else planned. When you moved to Japan it was alone, your parents stayed back home, their jobs requiring them to. So seeing as you had a painful amount of free time, you opted to take some time to polish off your observations from the day in your notebook.

You were beginning to regret that decision.

You squinted at the bright pages in annoyance. While, yes, the sun did provide good lighting for your notes, it might have been a bit too good. It was hard to read or write anything when the white of the page jumped at you with a vengeance, causing a slight pain to form behind your eyes. Unable to complete your notes on a boy's, Kaminari you believe, electricity quirk, you had just about given up when a shadow cast over your paper.

Looking up, you were met with a tuft of green hair and a pair of the most beautifully expressive eyes you've ever seen, that only seemed to brighten with every passing second. A pretty and dark green that reminded you of emeralds. Long eyelashes too? damn. Freckles dotted his face, creating swerving constellations. Under his eyes, on his cheeks, down to his chin and– Was his mouth moving? Was he talking? To you? Oh.

As you blinked back into reality you realized that he was in fact talking, just... maybe not to you. Or anyone really. He was just as much in his own world as you were. You smiled a bit, giving yourself a few extra seconds to appreciate the boy as his gaze flicked to and fro, over your notes you realize.

As much as you were enjoying the view, he was starting to lean in a little closer, and if he snapped out of it on his own and realized you were starring, it was bound to get awkward.

"So, are you interested? " The muttering halted. He blinked once. Twice. Then his eyes widened and he turned beet red, more than you thought possible, the red of his cheeks now complementing the dark green of his eyes. Adorable.

So you opted not to back away as he leaned in closer. It gave you a better view of his freckles. Who could blame you?

Sadly, as soon as he became aware of the space, or lack thereof, between the both of you he jumped back as if he had been burned. He quickly apologized, tripping over his words.

Trying not to feel insulted, you give him a reassuring smile, hoping it calms him down even a little. "Woah! It's completely fine! I was just wondering if you had an interest" His apologies broke off into a strained sentence.

"If– If I'm interested? " He tensed and his eyes grew wider, the blush on his face still prominent. "Yeah" you chirped "I've always been interested in quirks myself, but I rarely meet people who appreciate them as much as I do. Usually people only care about their own quirks or don't bother imagining what they could do if they just broadened their point of view. "

He made a little sound reminiscent of an "oh" as he broke the eye contact you were so thoroughly enjoying. His shoulders dropped a bit, but when he looked back to you, his eyes seemed to twinkle with curiosity as well as a bit of something else. You decided to process that later.

"Y–yeah. I like quirks. Well I mean of course I like them. It would be kind of weird if I didn't. Not that someone has to like quirks in order to be normal–" You let out a breath of laughter.

"Don't worry. I get what you mean" huh— you've been smiling a lot during this conversation. "Actually, I'm surprised that a big shot like you is even interested in stuff like this." You teased before continuing, your smile dipping a bit.

"Most times when people hear that someone actually enjoys studying quirks they just stick their nose in the air, assumimg that for a person to be so interested in other people's quirks they must have a pretty weak quirk themselves" You rolled your eyes in exasperation as you thought back to all the lost causes that you had to deal with through school.

"Or no quirk at all"

"Huh? " you hadn't quite heard him.

He seemed surprised that he had said anything at all. "Oh no-nothing! I was just saying that people like that can be tiring to deal with! "

Your smile became a bit strained. The idea of anyone having malicious intent toward this boy gave you a gross feeling in your chest. Yeah, definitely processing that later. Or maybe not. Who knows?

"As much as I'm enjoying this angle, would you like to sit? My neck is starting to hurt" you laughed. He turned red once more, sputtering out apologies. The corner of your mouth quirked up a bit. You decided you liked that look on him.

Before he could go into another spiral, you grabbed a hold of his forearm, briefly appreciating the muscle he no doubt worked hard to build, and pulled him around to sit beside you. His word vomiting had ceased and he had went silent. You looked to his face- a bright red, his lips pressed into a hard line. You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in front of him so you could see him completely. He in turn did everything possible to not look you in the eye.

Maybe your first day wasn't as bad as you thought. You were looking forward to the rest of the school year.