#thank you to my good friend elizabeths.story time for the art and allowing me to use it in this post as well as my new pfp

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Deku

I don’t have time to think right now. I wasn’t expecting him to start another fight, but then I realized he didn’t even use half his strength or even his quirk. It was a solid punch, but even I knew I could handle more of a hit before I actually bruised. Then he smiled; a devilish smile I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Obviously, he wanted to fight but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction if he wanted to stay under house arrest longer then let him. Before I could even speak he was already in the air looking like he was coming in for a kick. I rolled to the side dodging just before he landed. I needed to stop overthinking if I was going to avoid the rest of his attacks without getting hit again or fighting back. My voice took over as he turned to strike again this time with a classic right hook gunning for my side where he had hit me the first time.

“KACCHAN STOP! I WON’ T FIGHT YOU!” I yelled as I dodged his next strike.

“This isn’t a fight. It’s a spar. We aren’t even using our quirks.” He responded quickly coming in for another hit which I blocked and backed away to put distance between us.

Kacchan lunged forward at me as he aimed a flurry of punches. His strikes were quick and precise. However I managed to sidestep each incoming blow. Kacchan’s brow furrowed in frustration as his attacks seemed to hit nothing but air. But he seemed to have adjusted his strategy, launching a spinning kick aimed at my midsection. I ducked quickly as the heel of his foot narrowly missed my head.

“YOU BETTER HIT ME BACK DEKU!”

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Kacchan

His movements were fluid; he was able to dodge or block every one of my attacks. Which is good. I know he’s too much of a wimp to hit me back. He doesn’t want to get in trouble. Too afraid of all the rules, always overthinking, worried about getting in trouble or expelled by Aizawa. Which is perfect for training his reaction times without being able to think about attack patterns or strategy which is why my hits are so sporadic. No real pattern.

With a sudden shift, I dropped low, aiming a sweeping kick at his legs. Deku’s reflexes were quick, but this time, he misjudged the distance. He stumbled back, barely catching his balance. I seized the moment, launching myself with a powerful jump kick. Deku barely managed to raise his arms in time to deflect the impact. The force of the kick sent him crashing into the back of the sofa, causing it to slide several inches across the floor and it only stopped when it hit the wall. Before he could think I was in the air aiming a punch right for his face. As I got closer he managed to move his head just far enough to the left making my fist hit the wall.

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Deku

I moved my face just in time, but I was trapped. His forearm was putting a lot of pressure on my chest while his other arm was still against the wall where his punch had missed and his knees were against my waist on both sides, locking me in place. His face came in close again just like last night. I think what I saw in his eyes was joy. He had trapped his prey proving once again that he could beat me.

“Good,” he said “your reaction times were quick and you didn’t have time to analize my movements like you usually do.” I could feel the air in his words against my face. His nose was less than an inch from mine now. He still hadn’t moved. That’s when I noticed our position. He was basically in my lap on the couch. That's when I felt my face flush with heat; I wanted to stand up but I couldn’t, and he was looking right at me so there was no way to hide the blush that I was certain was on my face. That’s when he turned just as red and used the forearm that was on my chest to push himself up and stood immediately facing away. He was silent.

I stood up quickly, “Well that was a good workout, but we should probably get started on cleaning especially considering this place is now covered in our sweat… I mean your sweat and my sweat not our sweat. Two different sweats…” God I’m dumb. “I’m gonna go get cleaning supplies.” I think my voice was probably three octaves too high and about two times the speed that it should have been. Luckily, he didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it any more than I did.

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Kacchan

I was sitting in his lap. I should have thought a bit more about that landing. Then he blushed. What is that even supposed to mean? Then I blushed. God I hope he is too stupid to know what that means. What am I even saying. He’s an idiot of course he is too stupid to know what that means.

“Well that was a good workout, but we should probably get started on cleaning especially considering this place is now covered in our sweat…” Our sweat? “I mean your sweat and my sweat not our sweat. Two different sweats…” Of course he had to correct himself but with every word his voice picked up in pace and it was already ten times higher than it needed to be halfway through the sentence. “I’m gonna go get cleaning supplies.” Good we aren’t going to talk about it.

I started to move the couch back to it’s place and clean up the workout supplies from earlier putting everything back to where it belongs. Then he walked back in carrying disinfectant, a mop bucket, brooms, and basically everything we would need to get this place spick and span. Ugh spick and span sounds like something that damn nerd would say.

“Well I brought everything we need to make this place look nice and tidy.” Ugh that’s almost as bad as spick and span. “Let’s get started.”

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Deku

We cleaned mostly in silence. I was too embarrassed to bring up anything that had happened and he probably enjoyed that I wasn’t bugging him. We finished the common areas after about three hours. Meaning we had about three more to get the hallways upstairs and start cooking dinner by the time our classmates were home. Plenty of time.

After the hallways we went downstairs. We had about an hour and a half before our classmates got home. Kacchan was sitting on the couch. The same couch that we had both been on earlier in the day. I definitely shouldn’t sit with him. Too late my feet were already walking towards the spot next to him. He was looking at his phone so he didn’t notice until I was already sitting down next to him.

“All this space and you HAD to sit right next to me. You damn nerd.”

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Kacchan

All this space and he CHOSE to sit right next to me. I must be delusional. He must have a reason to sit next to me. Maybe this is where he always sits and I’m the one who’s intruding on his space. Who cares? We haven't spoken since this morning except about our cleaning duties.

“Well I know that you said dinner was my job, but if Aizawa stops by to ensure we completed our tasks he may be upset if he sees you standing there doing nothing while I do all the work.” He was shifting a bit in his seat if he thought I didn’t notice him moving closer I definitely did.

“Your point?” God I'm so weak his shoulder was touching mine.

“My point is that you should at least look like you are working. I won't make you do any of the heavy lifting. I'll do most of the cooking and I’ll plate everything up. But you can add seasoning and do the easy stuff so it will still be mostly me.” He started shifting his legs back and forth and every so often his knee touched mine I could barely think all I could say was…

“Fine.”

“We have some time before we should start. What do you want to do in the meantime.” Absolutely nothing I wanted to sit here very still with his shoulder against mine and our knees touching every few times that he swayed them for as long as I possibly could. I would rather get in trouble for not making dinner than move from this spot any time soon. I think that I could stay here forever.

“Nothing.” I said. At which point his knees stopped moving and his thigh was resting against mine. Doing nothing was the best decision I could have made. We just sat there like that for a while and eventually his head fell to my shoulder. I thought he did it on purpose. I thought he was finally going to tell me what he thought about me. If he thought about me at all, but then I heard his breathing get a little deeper and I realized he had fallen asleep, so I just stayed still. Who knew how long he would sleep for. I turned my head toward him and smelled his hair. Mostly it smelled like the chemicals that we had been using to clean the house, but under that it smelled like him, like comfort. I am so weak.

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