So this is a thing that I started immediately after I posted the first chapter last year and promptly abandoned for unknown reasons. I remember thinking it was the literal worst think I ever wrote, but now I think it's pretty good? Idk, but hey, now you have a conclusion. Enjoy~

Ochako stood in front of Deku's door, a fist raised and ready to knock. She was frozen in place, not really sure what she was doing. She hadn't been able to sleep, mostly because she couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Deku, so she decided it would be better to try to, y'know, talk to him about it. She didn't really think it through, all she knows is that she couldn't get the idea out of her mind for the ten extra minutes she spent trying to talk herself out of it. This sort of thing, Ochako had reasoned with herself, shouldn't be left alone. They should talk about it, come to some sort of concrete reason to why it happened, then laugh it off and be done with it. It might be brought up by their classmates in a way of trying to tease them, but then something else amusing would come up and it would be forgotten. Ochako and Deku's accidental make out session in the broom closet on the first floor of their dormitory would become something of ancient history. Something that would probably never be mentioned again and would be left with all the other high school memories they were all bound to make as the years go by. It could be something they laugh about when they reminisce as adults.

With new resolve and a shaky smile, Ochako nodded to herself and quietly knocked on the door. Yeah, everything would work out. It would be forgotten and completely dismissed as raging hormones getting the better of two teenagers. She was probably the only one that was even still thinking about it; she's sure that Deku, while embarrassed, had already brushed it aside and thought nothing of it. Yeah, yeah, of course, it would all be fine. Yeah. (The thought of brushing it aside made her smile falter ever so slightly).

The door swung open almost immediately upon Ochako's knocking and a mildly surprised Deku stood in its wake. Upon seeing Ochako, Deku's face turned bright red, informing Ochako that no, Deku had not just brushed it aside and thought nothing of it. In fact, it told her that he was as bad as she was and that this was going to be one awkward talk. (Despite that, she felt her heart become lighter with relief).

"U-Uraraka-san? Wh-What're you doing here?" Deku asked quietly, looking almost fearfully to the right and left at the other dorm rooms.

"Ah-" Ochako's tongue twisted into knots and she found herself unable to speak. Her eyes were locked on Deku's mouth, how he licked his lips and bit them gently. She could feel her heart speed up again and she tried again to speak, only for silence to remain between them.

"I-Is something wrong, Uraraka-san?"

Ochako drily gulped and choked out, "Can I come in?" He seemed taken back by the question, but nodded stiffly and stepped out of the way to allow her in. She shuffled into the room, glancing wearily at all the All Might merchandise that still decorated his walls. Deku closed the door as Ochako sat down on his bed.

He slowly turned to her and stood there, looking uncomfortable and as if he didn't know what to do next. Before she could stop herself, Ochako pat the bed beside her. It was an innocent enough motion, but it caused Deku to tense up suddenly as if she had insinuated something more than a talk should occur.

Deku stiffly walked over to her with his arms straight and his fists clenched. He sat on the opposite end of the bed, his head down and hands in his lap. Ochako didn't know whether to find it cute or worrisome.

"Um, D-Deku-kun." Deku's head turned slightly toward her, an indication for her to go on. "About… what happened…"

"Ah!" Deku went pin straight, his head flying up. His face was still red and he seemed to struggle with keeping his eyes on hers, having them flick back between her and the surrounding room. "I-I'm really sorry for that! I-I dunno what came over me, y-you were just so close and w-we were alone, and I just- yeah, s-sorry…" He let his eyes fall to the side of her, at the far corner of his room.

Ochako blinked as she processed what he said. "I don't…" He winced as she hesitated. "Blame you for it… I don't really know what I think of it, but I don't- I wouldn't- no, I-I don't think that." She cursed herself for fumbling so much, but dammit, he kept biting his god dang lip.

"O-Oh," he said, then added, "I-I don't blame you either."

"That's… good, I guess." Ochako let out a lame laugh.

"Y-Yeah," Deku responded with a laugh that was just as lame.

Silence.

This was turning out just as great as Ochako envisioned it being.

Frowning to herself, Ochako looked down at her hands with narrowed eyes. Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to him? She'd never had this problem before (well, besides that one time in the mall—but that was only once and for completely different reasons). Granted, she's never kissed him before, but it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing that happened because they were playing a stupid party game, it shouldn't be affecting her this much! And besides it wasn't that big of a deal anyway. So what if they kissed? It's not the end of the world nor is it something to be freaking out about. Such things were perfectly normal—kissing and kissing with tongues and kissing with biting and wanting hands to wander and wanting mouths to wander and wanting, just wanting so, so badly-

Wait, she cut her thought off. What.

Ochako tensed suddenly, earning a surprised noise from Deku. She covered her blushing face with her hands and fought the urge to scream. She found she couldn't and settled with a muffled squeal.

"A-Ah, Uraraka-san? What's wrong?" Agh, now Deku was worried. What now?

"N-Nothing! Nothing, nothing is wrong, really!" Smooth.

Ochako waved her hand at him as she turned away and kept one hand on her face. She could feel how hot her face was through her hand and prayed to the gods above that he wouldn't think anything of it.

"Th-Then why is your face so red?" Oh you have got to be kidding me-

"Ah, n-no reason," She started, still not looking at him. "I-I guess I can't really stop thinking about it."

"A-Ah…"

More silence.

Ochako gnawed on her bottom lip as she stared at the rightmost corner of his room. This wasn't going how she planned at all. Though, she didn't really plan anything, everything after knocking on his door had been improvised, but sitting in an awkward silence with him wasn't the direction she intended for this to go. Ochako had only wanted for this to be talked about, followed by them smiling at each other and letting it go, because dammit, if the door of opportunity isn't closed, then Ochako might decide to walk through. (And oh how she considered it).

She should just get out what she wants to say. Deku was looking just about as uncomfortable as ever anyway, so getting it over with would be ideal. Yeah, just saying what she came here for and leaving with her friendship with Deku in tact was what she should do. (Everyone knew high school relationships never worked out anyway).

(But even so—)

She coughed a bit. "Deku-kun?" She got a squeak of acknowledgement. "I-I just wanted to say, um, that what happened… was, er, was just an… accident?" Ochako winced at how she ended the statement like a question, but continued on. "L-Like, um, i-it was kinda spur of the moment a-and I don't think we should take a mistake like this too seriously—like we should just forget it happened." Wait, no, it wasn't a mistake, crap, I didn't want to say it like that!

"A mistake…?" No! Not a mistake! She turned to look back at Deku and found that he was staring down at his lap, his poofy hair falling enough to shield his expression from her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, to try and take it back, but her heart had been lodged in her throat, rendering her speechless.

Deku's head shook slightly, his curls bouncing, and he looked back at her with a closed-eyed smile that looked almost sad. Around his eyes were turning a bit red, a different color than the pink of his cheeks, which told Ochako that that wasn't an embarrassed flush. She wondered what it was. "If that's what you want, then yeah, we can just forget it happened." Her eyes were suddenly stinging and her throat ached. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and willed herself to not cry.

"A-Alright."

(The door was closing.)

Well, it was done. Not in the way Ochako had intended, but it was over. It would become an old memory now, something to laugh about later on. She and Deku would continue being friends and just that. Friends. (The word made her frown deepen and her stinging eyes blur). All she had to do now was get up, say good night to him, and leave. Yep, that's all she had to do, just push off of his bed and wave, then leave, go to her room, and actually fall asleep this time. Yeah, easy peasy, just up and leave. Get up and leave.

She stayed and waited.

Ochako felt torn. She had been since the beginning of this, both wanting to put this incident away in her mind and wanting it to develop into something more.

The two of them sat in silence for what felt like hours. It was a tense quiet that made Ochako uncomfortable, but she still couldn't bring herself to move her legs. She was rooted to the spot, waiting, wanting, for something to happen.

She didn't stay exactly where she was though.

Ochako could feel herself slowly inching closer towards Deku. It was probably a lost cause now that she'd said what she did, but maybe there was a way to fix it. The bed was new, so it didn't creak when she moved, which gave her a false idea that she was being sneaky. It was slow going and she realized when her left thigh met his right one too early that he had been moving towards her too. (Her heart jumped at the realization and someone's red shoe stopped the door from shutting).

Ochako glanced at where their legs were touching, noting the two different shades they were and the difference in shape. From the corner of her eye, she could see Deku looking as well. She lifted her head a moment later and looked at him as he did the same a second after she did. They stared at each other, and Ochako couldn't get over how green his eyes were (They were rimmed red though, which gave her the heartbreaking and kind of relieving idea that he'd been crying a bit too). From beyond the embarrassed haze of her mind, she listed off the different shades of green she would use to describe his eyes. She didn't know many, so she was mostly just thinking 'green' over and over again, but two that stuck out were emerald and jade. She also noted that his eyes were flecked with the different shades of green she didn't know the names of. It was then Ochako realized that, at the same time he was plain looking, Izuku was absolutely beautiful. (Her hand clasped the doorknob).

"I should…" She found herself saying softly. "Be… going…"

Deku was nodding, but the look in his eye and how he was staring at her mouth told her he didn't really agree. She didn't really agree with what she said either.

Her eyes flicked between his eyes and his mouth, wanting to loose herself in the green and also wishing to give him the same message he was sending her—I want to kiss you.

His forehead bumped against hers gently, startling her a bit, and his gaze slowly trailed up from her mouth and caught her own. Her breath caught in her throat as he stared her down. There was some sort of determination in Deku's eyes that was mixed in with something that looked kind of like—now this was just speculation and had a one hundred percent chance of being wrong, but it looked sort of like adoration. If she weren't frozen at the current moment and unable to move, Ochako's sure she would have immediately fled and let both the actual and the metaphorical door slam shut behind her.

"It's… late," she murmured and Deku made a noise of agreement. He didn't move.

"Very late," he said after a moment, still not moving. (She's almost one hundred percent sure she doesn't want him to move at all). "Tomorrow morning will be terrible if we don't go to sleep."

"Yeah… Tomorrow…" Right, tomorrow. Where everything will be forgotten, or at least pushed away, ignored until it becomes a distant memory that holds no meaning. Who knew a little five minute make out session could mean so much to someone?

"Hey…" Deku's voice stopped Ochako's train of thought as she was reminded of how close they were—so close she could count every single one of his freckles, even the ones that were paler and nearly blended in with his skin. "Maybe… M-Maybe we shouldn't…" Despite the fact that he'd been the one that had gotten so close to her and that he'd also moved halfway across the bed to get right next to her, Ochako felt a sudden fear grip her heart that he was going to say something about how friends shouldn't be getting this close to each other. "F… Forget about what happened." She then promptly and metaphorically kicked herself for thinking that.

While beating herself up for causing herself unnecessary worry, she accidentally mumbled a "why?" Once she realized she said that, Ochako hoped it sounded like she was just curious and not like she didn't agree.

It was interesting to see someone's cheeks turn red so close up. It was similar to the way red dye fanned out when a drop is placed in water. "C-Cause… Um…" His eyes seemed to be trying to look away from hers, but couldn't because of their proximity. "I didn't… Like… I didn't hate it. O-On the contrary, I-I-I really, r-really liked it, a-and I guess what I'm trying to say i-is, um, I don't want to pretend like i-it didn't happen."

Ochako was suddenly very, very happy.

"A-Ah, okay," she started, perking up a bit. He retreated his head back a bit so that his forehead wasn't resting on hers anymore. He was still leaning quite close, which Ochako was both happy and flustered at. "Th-That's fine, too." Quieter, she added, "I-I didn't want to forget either." Of course, with how close they were, she had to know he would hear her loud and clear.

Deku suddenly had a very, very happy expression on.

It kind of looked like he was trying not to show how ecstatic he was, which was utterly adorable. Ochako grinned then giggled. Izuku let his lip curve up finally when she did and asked her why she was laughing, as he went back into his own space.

"Y-You just looked really happy and it made me even happier than I was." She smiled brightly at him, closing her eyes in glee. When she opened her eyes again, Deku was smiling at her with one of the most sincere smiles she's ever seen. He looked directly at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache. Taken aback, she jolted back a bit. "Wh-What's that look for?" Her heart was running again.

"I guess I just…" He let out a small laugh. "I guess I realized what we've been implying here, and it just… I've never been this happy I think." His eyes flicked downward for a moment and with his uneven, scarred hand, he gently grasped her own. His eyes came back up and met hers. Ochako's ribs hurt from where her heart beat against them. "Can you? Can we?" he asked and it took her another second to see that he was quoting her from a few hours ago. God, she thought, that was only a few hours ago. It feels like years.

With an ecstatic "Mm!" Ochako launched herself forward and kissed the boy like her life depended on it. He rocked back for a moment before catching himself with his arm and laughed against her lips. They were quick to get back into the swing they had had earlier in that broom closet, with Deku leant back and Ochako half in his lap, except this time their kiss wasn't a desperate fight to the death. It was passionate and good and communicated exactly what the other felt. It was what their first kiss should have been.

When Ochako finally did leave, the two were breathless, smiling messes. They had probably said good bye a hundred times before Ochako had actually begun her trek back to her dorm room.

Giddy and the happiest she'd ever been, Ochako laid down on her bed and immediately fell asleep, with sweet dreams of throwing that door wide open and walking through with her head held high swirling in her mind.

And if Mina happened to hear the elevator opening and closing, well, she would let it go for Ochako's sake.