"Oh, Todoroki-kun, you have a sketchbook?" Midoriya blinks when he catches sight of the small brown book on Todoroki's bed.

They're currently having a study session. A few of the other students from Class 1-A had been part of it as well, a giant group all clomped together in the living room, but then the lights had malfunctioned. The others had all retired, leaving Todoroki and Midoriya to migrate to Todoroki's room as they went through the last bits of their questions.

"Ah, yes," Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm not supposed to, but I used some of my allowance to buy it."

Midoriya raised an eyebrow, "What are you supposed to be getting?"

Todoroki wrinkled his nose, "Just little things, like a new toothbrush or clothes. Mother coerced Endeavor into giving it to me because she wanted me to have some extra money for when I went socializing, so for activities like that, I suppose."

"That's nice," Midoriya offered Todoroki an encouraging smile, "Do you like drawing?"

Todoroki lit up, "Yeah. It's very calming."

"That explains why you're always so calm, then," Midoriya grinned, "Maybe I should get a sketchbook."

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, "Don't you already draw in your Hero Analysis notebooks?"

"That's true," Midoriya bobbed his head into a nod, "Do you ever draw in places other than your sketchbook? I know that Uraraka-chan doodles in the margins of her notes a lot of the time."

Todoroki squirmed, "Ah, not really. Although..." he pursed his lips and glanced at the door as though he were about to reveal a great secret, "Sometimes I like to draw on my forearms or on the backs of my hands."

Midoriya clapped his hands together, his smile widening in excitement, "That's amazing!"

Todoroki gave a modest shrug, seeming mostly abashed, "It's not that big of a deal," he answered lightly.

Midoriya shook his head, "No, no, it's super cool! Do you like painting on your arms, too?"

"I don't know," Todoroki blinked, looking surprised and intrigued by the idea, "I haven't tried it before. I'd like to draw on someone else's arms, though, just once. To see what it's like, I mean. I feel it may be easier to do with both hands free."

"Oh, you do?" Midoriya rolled up the sleeve of his sweater (a bright blue and red All Might themed sweater with a removable hood) and stuck out his arm, "Why don't you draw on me, then?"

"Ah, I don't..." Todoroki waved his hands in front of his face and quickly regathered his wits, "I apologize if it seemed like I was trying to get you to volunteer. That was not my intention. I was merely stating..."

"Do you not want to draw on me?" Midoriya tilted his head to the side.

"No, I would love to, but..."

"Then go ahead and do it!" Midoriya shook his arm, as though to put more emphasis on his offer, "I'm offering, aren't I? It's not going to make me uncomfortable."

Todoroki hesitated for a moment before dipping his head and pulling out a box of pens from under his bed. "What color do you want?"

"Purple!" Midoriya decided quickly, pointing at a pastel purple in the set.

Todoroki shook it a bit to get the ink moving before popping the cap off, "Any requests?" He asked thoughtfully before pressing the tip of the pen against Midoriya's arm.

"Maybe a star would be cool," Midoriya grinned, "But knock yourself out."

Todoroki nodded and made a fat, cartoonish five pointed star on the inside of Midoriya's wrist before moving on and adding others similar in shape but differing in size, seemingly at random. When he was finished the stars, he drew a giant spaceship in the middle, a tail flying behind it in curls and wisps and the front round and bulbous as though it were a shooting star, detailing the inside with a realistic looking cat with what looked to be a fishbowl on it's head.

"An astronaut cat?" Midoriya giggled when he caught sight of it.

Todoroki turned bright red, "Is it too unrealistic?" He asked nervously.

"I love it," Midoriya reassured Todoroki, "It's a really cute idea!"

Looking relieved, Todoroki turned back to concentrate on his drawing.

His brow furrowed, forehead folding in concentration and eyes focused. Midoriya imagined if he waved a hand in front of Todoroki, he'd still be undeterred.

"It looks great so far," Midoriya admired it quietly.

"Almost done," Todoroki murmured. He added in a few more stray planets and a moon, inky craters pounded into it's surface, before he began filling in the white spaces with detailed little swirls and dips and drops. It almost looked like he was filling in the inside of a mandala, but it was more random, less precise, less symmetrical. When he had finished, most of Midoriya's arm was purple, filled with in and swirls, and Todoroki sat back, satisfied.

The floorboards creaked under his shifting feet, the wooden board of his closet door making a distinct thumping sound as his back bumped against it, and Todoroki ran a hand through his hair as he shot Midoriya a hopeful smile.

"Does it look okay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Perfect," Midoriya admired it, "I'm never washing this arm again."

Todoroki laughed, "That's very kind of you to say, Midoriya-kun, but I'm pretty sure that's not the best idea."

"Maybe not," Midoriya allowed with a dip of his head, "Other suggestions?"

"A picture, maybe?" Todoroki suggested.

"Perfect," Midoriya beamed. He walked over to his backpack to pull out his phone and handed it to Todoroki. "Take a few pictures for me?"

Todoroki accepted it with a wordless nod.

They took a few pictures, and when they were done, Todoroki handed the phone back. Midoriya paled when he went to lock it. "Oh no! It's already 10:47!" He scrambled to clean up his notes, closing his notebooks and sliding his pencils back into the spiral sides of each notebook. "Sorry for keeping you up so late, Todoroki-kun!"

"It's okay," Todoroki answered, gathering his own things, "Do you want to stay here? I mean..." he turned red, "Since the lights are out anyways and your room is fairly far away. If it's convenient for you, of course. You don't have to if you don't want to. But I have a spare futon and if you're willing..."

"That'd be great," Midoriya blurted out, and the two of them smiled awkwardly at each other.

The setup of the futon was relatively quick, and before long, the lights were off and the two of them were lying down next to each other.

"Thank you, Todoroki-kun," Midoriya said into the darkness.

"It's no problem," Todoroki rolled onto his side to face Midoriya, though he could just barely make out Midoriya's outline in the darkness.

"Don't say that," Midoriya laughed, "If you do something kind for someone, you shouldn't be afraid to take the credit."

Todoroki was grateful for the darkness when he felt his face heat up, "It wasn't a kind thing, though," he rubbed the tip of his nose, "I'm grateful to spend time with you."

"That's such a sweet thing to say," There was a smile in Midoriya's voice as he answered, "I'm grateful to spend time with you, too."

"Thank you," Todoroki murmured, abashed.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Midoriya blurted out, "I like blueberry pancakes!"

"Ah?" Todoroki blinked owlishly, "I've never had them before."

"I mean, um," Midoriya felt more than a little scattered, "I mean, I'd like to make them tomorrow morning and if you want, since you've never had them before, not that you should have them just because you haven't had them, they're delicious, it's just, I want to make them tomorrow morning and if you want, you can, just if you want, don't feel obliged, you can join me."

He held his breath.

There was a beat of silence, then, Todoroki, soft and surprised, "That sounds wonderful. Thank you for offering."

"Right, of course," A relieved exhale on Midoriya's end, "Tomorrow's a stretch day anyway, so we can just take it easy and focus on making a yummy breakfast."

"That sounds wonderful," Todoroki repeated, at loss for what else to say, "Do we have blueberries?"

"Ah! We don't!" Midoriya exclaimed, "That's okay. There's an organic fruit and vegetables store ten minutes walk from here, I pass it on my jogging route. We can get blueberries there."

"Do we need permission?" Todoroki asked.

"No," Midoriya made to shake his head, then realizing that Todoroki couldn't see him, aborted, "I go out to jog all the time. Aizawa-sensei knows, so we'll be fine."

Todoroki hummed a few bars to an old song that Uraraka had been singing during their study session in the living room, "Will we be making the pancakes for the entire class?"

There was a beat of silence before Midoriya decided, "I suppose we've got to." The words were grudging, but the tone was excited, as though he were pleased at the thought of being able to make food for others.

Only Midoriya, Todoroki thought fondly. "Are we making vegan pancakes, then?" He asked.

"Sure!" Midoriya agreed quickly, "We'll find a cool recipe on my phone. New recipes are always exciting, don't you think?"

Todoroki wasn't sure, since he didn't really make his own food. At home, he followed a strict diet plan that Endeavor gave him. But Midoriya's enthusiasm was infectious, and he heard himself agreeing, "I'm sure it must be."

They chattered a bit more about pancakes, which somehow ended up in a conversation about what would happen if their class was stuck on an island (they concluded that someone could just use their quirk to get them out of there, so it was a moot point) and Todoroki fell asleep somewhere in the middle of Midoriya regaling him with a story of a girl that saved the world by teaching children the language of love.

When morning comes in soft sunbeams and the stillness that comes with waking early, Midoriya is already up and dressed in a forest green t-shirt with HERO CON 2XXX printed on it with a logo that Todoroki assumes belongs to Hero Con on it.

"Ready to get some blueberries?" Midoriya beams at Todoroki.

"Yeah," Todoroki smiles back and rolls up his futon.

He gets dressed and then they go to get blueberries.