#the teacher in charge kinda suggested to us if we wanted to keep the colourful theme we can

[loud-whistling-yes]

My class responded to our rainbow flag being banned for including a "sensitive issue that shouldn't be touched on in school" by changing to a pan flag and I think that's beautiful

[cherry-doesnt-draw]

A Happy Future

Happy birthday to our favorite broccoli boi! Take this fic with you on your quest :)

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"Momm!" Izuku groaned, his face red from embarrassment as his friends huddled around Inko in the dorm living room. "Stop showing them those pictures! It's embarrassing!"

He was ignored though, as his mother pointed out another baby picture from the photo album she brought along. "And this was the time Izuku made his first drawing! It was such a mess and it took a long time to clean up," Inko said with a soft smile.

The picture had a young Izuku, maybe four or three, surrounded by colour pencils with his tongue stuck out as he drew something with the utmost concentration a child could muster. There were other loose papers scattered about, some crumpled and others torn.

"Aww! Baby Izuku is soooo cute!!" Uraraka exclaimed, gushing about the small Izuku with the other girls.

"You haven't even seen the bathing pictures yet! Now those are the definition of cute," Inko added with a teasing tone.

"Mom no!" Izuku shouted, his face red with shame. "I'm going to train!" He yelled as he speed-walked away from them and towards the elevator.

"By the way dud-," Kirishima appeared next to Izuku, receiving a screech of surprise from the green-haired boy.

"Ow ow ow! My poor eardrums," Kirishima muttered, covering his ears. "Guess I deserve it though, for scaring you."

"Ah! I'm sorry, Kirishima! Y-yeah, I guess you did surprise me but sorry for hurting your ears!"

"Don't sweat it dude!" Kirishima gave a thumbs up and grinned. Izuku smiled awkwardly. They both entered the elevator and Izuku pressed a button.

"Anyways, you were going to ask me something?"

"Oh yeah! I was going to ask why your mom's here. It just seems a bit odd."

Izuku shrugged, pursing his lips. "I'm not sure either. She got permission from Aizawa-sensei though. It might be something important like a meeting?"

Kirishima nodded. The elevator chimed as they reached the ground floor. "Oh, I see. Though, I gotta ask, I wonder how a meeting means bringing a photo album of your baby pictures to show off to your friends?" Kirishima smirked.

Izuku sighed. "Don't remind me, please." Kirishima laughed. Izuku playfully glared at the red-haired boy. "You're just enjoying my suffering, aren't you?"

"Well I mean, should I not?" Kirishima put his arm around Izuku's shoulder as they headed toward one of the UA training facilities. Izuku fake-scowled and Kirishima laughed loudly. The two boys continued to laugh and joke around as they entered the facility. 

A distant FUCKING DIE could be heard followed by a series of explosions and a high-pitched scream and zapping sounds.

"Looks like Kaminari and Kacchan are at it," Izuku muttered. Kirishima nodded, wincing slightly when seeing Kaminari's clothes burnt in some areas.

"Midoriya-kun! Kirishima-kun! How nice of you two to join us!" Iida's voice grew louder as he zoomed closer with his quirk before coming to a halt right in front of them.

"Yo, Iida! Speeding around as usual, I see," Kirishima greeted. Izuku simply gave a hello.

"But of course, Kirishima-kun! I must keep in shape in order to use my quirk to the best of my abilities!" Iida said while hand-chopping the air.

As Kirishima and Iida conversed, Izuku headed towards the changing rooms to put on some sportswear. After that, he immediately began stretching and doing some laps. He was soon joined by Iida and Kirishima (and it somehow became a race, Izuku's not sure how. Iida won though).

He practiced his quirk for a while and sparred with a Class B student who was also there. He spent roughly two hours training with breaks in between.

Back in the changing room, he wiped the sweat off his face, making small talk with Iida.

"By the way, Midoriya-kun," Iida started, as he drank orange juice from the juice box. "I'm heading to the mall afterwards to buy some new shoes and tailored pants. Uraraka-san and Todoroki-kun already agreed to come with. Would you like to join?"

Izuku paused for a second. Well, he had nothing else to do for the rest of the day, so maybe it'll be alright? Though he can't help but feel as though he forgot something. It's probably nothing, though.

"Sure, Iida. Plus it's a good way to kill time, and I could probably also buy some new shirts as well, a lot of people had been saying I need more variety of clothes, and I don't want to bother mom since she's with the others, and maybe I could buy lunch there? But I have to be careful not to break my diet and-" Izuku's voice grew softer as he began mumbling.

"That's great then!" Iida interrupted, far too used to this happening. "We shall leave in the next twenty minutes or so! Make sure to be on time!" And with that, Iida left.

*****

"Are you sure, Midoriya?"

"Yes, I'm sure Todoroki! I would know if All Might was my dad!"

Todoroki gave him a blank, yet a determined look. "You do know I can make a list of every reason why you two are father and son AND as to why you didn't know."

Izuku groaned and laughed. "What's with you and conspiracy theories, Todoroki?"

"It's not a conspiracy theory if it's the truth, now is it?"

The two continued to bicker as they waited for their meals to arrive.

The Dekusquad ("Uraraka we are not calling this the Dekusquad-" "We are and you can't change my mind!") had arrived at the large mall. Even though Iida took charge, there were a few setbacks.

From distractions of silly action figures and merchandise ("they're not silly they're genuine All Might products, Iida! Plus, they're 20% off today!" "Midoriya-kun, PLEASE.") to minor fire hazards ("Todoroki, you can't burn a building just 'cause they're selling Endeavor merchandise!" "I beg to differ, Uraraka.") It was certainly a hectic time.

Iida and Uraraka said they had to buy a few more things by themselves. Iida quickly assigned the remaining two to order food for them for the time being. Which leads to now. While waiting for the ordered meals, Todoroki decided to share his lovely theories of his classmates.

"I'm just saying, Midoriya, Aizawa-sensei seems awfully interested in training Shinsou. Not to mention the similar sleeping patterns. Coincidence? I don't think so."

"Oh my god, Todoroki," Izuku huffed, smiling slightly. "Now you're dragging our teacher into this. What's next? Uraraka is an alien from outer-space trying to blend in as a human?"

"It's completely possible and we both know it."

Izuku laughed. "Why do you… sound so serious… saying.. that?!" Izuku wheezed through breaths. Todoroki shrugged.

"We're baccck~!" Uraraka called in a singsong voice. She skipped towards the two with Iida following right after. Uraraka slid into the seat next to Izuku, and Iida by Todoroki. She had a different plain bag with her (as did Iida) filled with something. Izuku tried to peek in the bag.

Gift wrapping?? What was Uraraka going to use that for? Perhaps she has a relative whose birthday is coming up.

The feeling of forgetfulness returned, but Izuku still wasn't sure what he had forgotten.

However, he cast that aside as he was served a bowl of hot and delicious katsudon. Todoroki slurped his cold soba with a passion, and Iida had beef stew (Uraraka also settled for this as well).

The four conversed as they ate, with Iida's input every now and then of No speaking while chewing!

Izuku checked the time on his phone. The four had finished and paid for their meals and were now wandering the mall for the time being.

"Ah, it's 5:30pm. Maybe we should head back?" Izuku suggested. A flash of panic seem to pass through the other three. How odd.

"Y-yeah Deku! But there's one more thing I want us to do before we go back to the dorms!" Uraraka stuttered. 

"O… okay?" Izuku responded, a bit confused.

"B-but let's pass by UA first! So we can drop off our stuff! I'll text Tsuyu-chan to meet us there!" Uraraka added, pulling out her phone. She seemed to send a quick message.

"I still don't understand but… okay?" 

"Great! Let's go!"

*****

"-and they were roommates!" Uraraka said dramatically.

"Oh my god, they were roommates!" Iida gasped.

Laughter passed through the group as they all walked side by side to UA's entrance. Tsuyu and Sero waved to them.

"Yo dudes! Had fun at the mall?" Sero asked as they got closer.

Izuku nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "It really was! I kinda wished we have more days like these." Sero's smile widened a bit.

The Dekusquad then gave all their bags to Sero and Tsuyu. They chatted a bit with the two before the tapeman and frog-humanoid went back to the dorms.

"So," Todoroki drawled, "where are we heading next, Uraraka?"

Uraraka gave Todoroki a slight look of betrayal. "U-um, well you see…" Uraraka smiled awkwardly and fidgeted. "I was hoping we could, uh, visit t-the, um, the beach??"

 Izuku raised an eyebrow at her. 

"I was hoping we could s-see the sunset! Yeah!" She said nervously.

Iida snorted and covered it up with a cough. Uraraka glared at him. Todoroki simply observed. 

"Sounds cool to me," Todoroki finally added. Iida nodded with approval and Izuku grinned and gave a thumbs up.

Uraraka beamed. "Then let's hurry before it starts to get dark!"

She marched on ahead and the others followed.

"I know a really good beach! It used to be a dump but someone cleaned it up! It's really beautiful!" 

Izuku swelled up with pride. Had he not been in front of his friends, he would've cried, knowing people appreciated what he did.

Iida hummed. "Are you speaking of Dagobah Municipal Beach? It is indeed beautiful. I've seen it when passing by."

"I haven't seen it," Todoroki spoke up. "I didn't really used to go out a lot so I guess I wouldn't know."

"Well, I've been there many times, since my home was close by," Izuku joined. "I still go there. It's relaxing."

The four continue to chat as they approached the beach. Just in time too.

The water glistened, reflecting the rays of the sun. The sky seemed to burst in an array of colours of orange and pink and blue and red, extending past the horizon. The illusion of the sun moving downwards into the sea that was ready to swallow it whole was like a beautiful display of artwork. The sky then flickered into darkness.

"Woah.." Todoroki muttered, gaping. Uraraka grinned widely.

Izuku smiled slightly. "It's one of those things you won't really see anywhere else."

"Very impressive, indeed," Iida said, adjusting his glasses.

The four stood in silence as the last remaining colours drained from the sky. They spoke softly with each other as they returned back to UA. Iida sent a text on the group chat that they were returning.

As they approached the dorms, Todoroki sighed. "I really can't believe you forgot, Midoriya."

Izuku blanched. "So I was forgetting something..?"

Todoroki nodded and Uraraka huffed. 

So now Izuku was worried. Was it something important? But then why did they wait to the end of the day? Maybe they were expecting him to remember but he didn't for a whole day. Oh god, were they angry at him? Maybe he should apologize? But then that might make it worse and they might get angrier and it could all go so wrong-

"SURPRISE!!" 

Izuku shrieked. Had he walked in without realizing? 

The room was colourfully decorated with streamers and balloons. Izuku looked around questionly. The feeling of forgetfulness returned.

His mother walked up to him with a watery smile. "Happy Birthday, Izuku."

And then it clicked.

"How did I manage to forget my own BIRTHDAY??!!!"

Iida shrugged, shifting his glasses. "While it certainly helpful for us to plan this party, it was a bit hilarious seeing you trying to piece things together sometimes."

Izuku sighed. "Still, how does one forget their own birthday! The signs were there!"

"Plot convenience?" Kaminari suggested, to which Sero hushed him, as if it was a big secret.

Ashido joined in. "Well, that was then! This is NOW! And I believe it's time to PAR-TAY!!" She whooped.

"Until 10 minutes before curfew hours of course, so we can clean up," Iida added. It was questionable to say whether the rest heard, as they had joined Ashido in whooping.

Izuku was dragged about the dorms but has the time of his life. From playing board games ("I am never playing Monopoly ever again.") To the classic truth or dare ( Izuku was having a major conflict. He was dared to kiss the cutest person in the room but he couldn't decide because everyone was cute!) There never seemed to be a dull moment.

Izuku sat on the ground, watching with amusement as his friends played the hell-spawned game: Twister.

"Left foot, blue," he said, a chuckle following as he watched Mineta completely and utterly struggle, while yelling I'M AT A DISADVANTAGE HERE (the small boy is surprisingly competitive) and Jirou yelling back to SUCK IT UP, LOSER. (In the end, no one won as they all topple over each other).

"Izuku!" His mother called. He turned around to see Katsuki holding a chocolate cake (begrudgingly) and setting it down on a table. Inko lit the candles. 

"Happy Birthday, nerd," Katsuki said, glaring at the boy (he was getting a lot of mixed signals. Was Kacchan being nice, or planning his execution for being dragged into doing this?).

"Kacchan," Izuku's eyes widened.

Katsuki tched and stomped away. This was somehow good enough for Izuku, as he smiled at the leaving boy.

Inko beckoned her son to sit at the table in front of the cake. Izuku stood up and went over to his mother.

"Look at you, you're all grown up now," Inko sniffed and smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "Soon you'll be saving so many people, just like you always wanted. I'm so happy for you, Izuku!" Inko held his hand. "Just know that I'll always support you, no matter what! But I better not get anymore calls that you're breaking bones again!"

Izuku smiled, chuckling. "You don't have to worry mom. I'll make sure I don't break anything as much as possible."

Inko smiled. "I'll take your word for it. Now sit! You need to blow out the candles!" Inko ushered Izuku to sit.

His classmates surrounded him and began singing Happy Birthday to him, though at various pitches, so the song sounded like a mess.

"Make your wish!"

"Hurry hurry! I want a slice of cake already!"

"Stop rushing him Jammingway. I'm still surprised you haven't accidentally fried your brain when we played Scrabble!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad! I don't work good under pressure!"

Like little kids, they ushered the birthday boy to make his wish. Izuku thought for a moment on what he wanted to wish for.

He never really had these kind of birthday parties growing up. The last time he had one with other people was when he was four. After that, people rejected his invites and he would just spend the day hanging out with his mom.

But now, he has friends (that alone is almost enough to bring him to tears), classmates who actually want to get to know about him and hang out with him.

Izuku closed his eyes and blew out the candles.

His friends cheered and joked around and the cake was cut.

"What did you wish for, kero?" Tsuyu asked Izuku, holding her slice of cake.

Izuku grinned, "Well, that's a secret!"

Everyone munched on their cake and had an enjoyable time. There were nice, long conversations, embarrassing stories ("MOM!" "Oh Izuku, I just couldn't resist."), and other simple yet fun games.

Even so, everything must come to an end. Inko soon left and the students had to clean up and get ready to go to bed by curfew.

Izuku looked at his friends, who chatted quietly yet actively. The happy smiles on their faces made him feel warm inside. He thought back to what he wished for.

I wish for more happy moments like these. Hanging out with my friends, sparring together and becoming heroes together. Yeah, I wish for a happy future with everyone.

Izuku smiled. This will do just fine.

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Happy Birthday Izuku :')

[usertoxicyaoi]

is it too early to ask if you have any headcanons on how yousef and mikael met/fell in love/first kisses etc? because i swear we've only had two photos and i'm so gone for these boys already!!!

HELLOOOOO ANON!!!

Please keep in my mind I only woke up a bit ago and it’s a Saturday morning and it’s currently raining outside and I’m tucked up warm in my bed so things will be all hazy and fluffy and warm and cosy AND HERE WE GO:

So, the first time Mikael and Yousef properly, properly, interact with one another is when they get paired up by a teacher at random to do a project together. Even was super upset because “Mikael’s my best friend come on EVERYONE knows this we work so well together?!” but Mikael convinces him that it’s alright, and as soon as this is all over, they can make up for lost time.

So, they’re paired up, and … well, they both don’t really … know each other, that well? Yes they’re in the same class but Mikael’s always been best friends with Even, and it’s always been Even and Mikael together only, no one else. Even if they both, Mikael and Yousef, are Muslims, that doesn’t automatically mean they’ll hang together, kinda thing. Mikael’s the kinda guy who only keeps a few close friends, but is very VERY good friends with them.

And besides, Yousef is loud whereas Mikael is quite. Yousef has a whole squad, whereas Mikael just has Even. Yousef loves sports whereas Mikael loves books. They’re very … different people, with different interests.

But they get paired up, and well, even though they /know/ each other’s names, Mikael still says “Hey, I’m Mikael”.

Yousef doesn’t reply, not at first anyway. He just takes Mikael in with a neutral expression on his face. Mikael, who’s stood in front of him, who’s smiling at him, nervously.

“I know you are.”, Yousef then says.

That, admittedly, throws Mikael off a bit. I mean, yeah, okay, fair enough Yousef knows his name because they’re in the same class - but, Yousef could have just said “I’m Yousef,” like any other person would have done, to atleast politely introduce himself to Mikael, regardless of how popular in school he is. 

That makes Mikael doubt himself even more - should he have even said that? How do you do these things? Like … talk to someone that isn’t Even.

“Suppose you know my name?” Yousef then asks, and Mikael nods. Everyone knows Yousef’s name. Yousef, one of the best on the school’s sports team, always overachieving. Who DOESN’T know Yousef?

“Right, so I suggest we get out of here. Let’s take this elsewhere.” Yousef mumbles, already making his way out of class. And all Mikael can do is just … well, run along behind him and … that’s when he realises this is gonna be a whole lot more harder than he originally thought.

They’re meant to be working on this, science project thing. About plants and some shit. Flowers. Habitats. Who even knows. Mikael wasn’t paying much attention anyway. He’d stopped as soon as he had been assigned partners with Yousef, and completely missed the entire brief of the project. He was far more worried about other things, like the sudden bundle of nerves his entire being had become.

It’s not that … Mikael … is scared of Yousef. Yousef’s just … well, Yousef. And there is no better way to phrase this, but Yousef and Mikael are quite literally, leagues apart. Yousef’s like that top football club who plays first divison, that everyone adores, that everyone can place bets on from even before the start of the season, that’ll win the league. Whilst Mikael’s just… well, Mikael. Something like a football club barely trying to make it out of third division, somehow just … getting by.

So, ya know, it’s really not Mikael’s fault for feeling so nervous. And just, so on edge. And, just really fucking hypersensitive whenever Yousef comes within touching radius of him.

But somehow, it feels nice at the same time too?  This current, this charge, there’s an excitement about it. A kind that settles deep within your stomach and bones and flesh and all of a sudden, makes the outside world feel a little more … vibrant. A little more … alive.

It makes it feel so alive, that Mikael allows nature to take its course. There’s nerves, and excitement, and a spring in his step and fresh air in his lungs. They’re meant to be studying flowers, using an many senses as they can to come up with descriptions, and then classifying them. And suddenly, that seems like such a wonderful thing to do.

Yousef’s already by the flower beds, and Mikael would have expected Yousef to initially hate this entire concept because of the lack of appeal to it, coupled with the fact that Mikael, out of all people, was his partner. But instead, Yousef’s immersing himself into it. Lightly, ever so gently, he’s caressing the petals and … there’s a smile on his face? 

And then, there’s a gentle invitation … “Come here,” Yousef says, motioning his head towards Mikael to come to him.

Mikael treads like he’s walking on ice towards Yousef. This shift in mood is so … it’s stark, it’s transparent, something that can’t be ignored. Mikael’s crouched down next to Yousef, and they’re sat so close, tips of their bodies touching one anothers. Parts of shoulder, parts of arm, parts of leg. 

“That’s my favourite colour,” Yousef says, just loud enough for the 2 of them to hear, like it’s a well kept secret.

“Red?” Mikael eyebrows scrunch together, “isn’t that a bit … cliche?”

“Excuse me?!” Yousef lightly punches Mikael’s arm, and huffs, “What do you mean by “isn’t that a bit cliche”?! Red’s such a complete colour. It displays passionate love yet fiery anger and is the colour of blood and sunsets and roses and warning signs.” and oh - this close to him, Mikael realises just how much Yousef … glows. There’s an innocence to him, like a child, like something so pure and wholesome, wrapped in his smile and bright eyes, as he explains and explains.

Mikael glances back at the flower, just enough to steady himself, before looking back at Yousef again. “Everyone … urm, like red flowers. It’s so common.”

“Oh?” and in that short space of time, Allah only knows how, but … Yousef’s face is all of a sudden ghosting, inches away before Mikael’s own, and his next sentence comes out in a challenging whisper, with an equally challening eyebrow and an equally challenging smirk to match: “And what do YOU like, Mikael?” 

Silence. And harsh gasps of air and harsh swallows of it and roaming eyes on cheeks and roaming eyes on lips. He knows his name. His name in his voice sounds like the nightingale singing. Feels like Allah had made his name specifically, just to be said by his voice. 

And again, “What do YOU like, Mikael?”, and this time, it’s such a soft whisper. And those fingers that were once touching the petals earlier on, so gently, that were caressing those petals so earlier on, are now on his skin. The pads of Yousef’s fingers, the tips of them, trail their way inside of Mikael’s palm, opening them up slowly, slowly, until their hands are clasped inside one another’s.

“What is this?” Mikael asks. His eyes are darting all over Yousef’s face, but nonetheless, Mikael asks. What he means to say is, how did this all happen? How long ago was this meant to happen? For how long has Yousef wanted this to happen? … but Mikael hopes what he asked translates his countless thoughts.

“This,” and Yousef squeezes their clasped hands, to emphasise his point just a little more, (as if this all wasn’t already overwhelming enough) “is whatever you’d like it to be.”, Yousef says, placing his forehead on Mikael’s.

Mikael swallows again, swallows down this entire new feeling. “Whatever I’d like it to be?”

“Insha’allah, I hope.” Yousef smiles, tracing this tip of his nose along the crease of Mikael’s cheek.

“Wallah, so defiant?!” Mikael chuckles, because another realisation hit him this afternoon, that Yousef’s hoped for this. He’d hoped to Allah for this.

And it’s not so much as a kiss, the first time, as it is a brush of Yousef’s lips on Mikael’s with a little pressure, just to emphasise the point even more. It’s a light touch of their lips, a promise of things to come. A little teasing, a lot of smiling, a little content sigh, a lot of “just one more time.”, and Mikael this time, this second time, takes Yousef’s bottom lip between his own, and kisses him. Draws it out, drags it out between his teeth and bites it gently, and then kisses it again when he hears Yousef’s gasp.

“Wallah, so defiant.” Yousef says back.