It was a quiet Saturday evening at the Midoriya residence. Izuku was lying in bed listening to 909Memphis as he pondered on his plans for tomorrow. It was the beginning of summer vacation. Homework wasn't on the agenda. His usual let's-wait-until-the-last-minute excuse was his usual and he was sticking to it. Matter of factly, he wondered if all prospective Pro Heroes thought that way back when they were in high school. He had digressed that, opting to not think about any exams for the time being.

As he scrolled through his YouTube in search for more songs, a Facebook text popped off on his screen. As he rubbed his closed eye to relieve an itch, he saw that it was Ochako Uraraka. He scratched under his chin, pondering on what did the brunette wanted at this hour. He opened the text.

Hey. Are you up?

Izuku was too focused on his music to ponder on the time. His mother was out-of-town for the weekend with his father on a little getaway. She left premade meals and a few dollars to hold him over. It didn't require much to please the emerald-haired teen.

The clock on the wall displayed the time a few minutes after eleven in the evening. Now, he pondered on the thought. Why would Ochako text him at this time of evening? Was something wrong? Was she sick? Did she need to talk for advice? There were other options but he decided to overlook them for it was lecherous. It wasn't like the brunette actually liked the teen. He made a slight laugh as he texted Ochako.

Yeah, I am up. He could have added something cheezy, something to make himself sound ultra cool. That wasn't his nature, not with Ochako. Since his admittance to the school, the brunette has been his rock, adjusting and supporting him on every whim and at every need. An angel in his eyesight a true friend indeed.

O: Whatcha doing?

I: Nothing much. Lying down. Listening to music.

O: Oh! What kind?

I: Alternative R&B. This dude by the name of 909Memphis.

O: Dude! I didn't think you listen to him! I like listen to all of his songs.

This is new as he sat up. He felt that his back needed a break as it was covered in sweat. He scratched under his arms as he pondered on what more to say. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. It had only been a few hours since returning home. He wasn't in the mood to be bothered by Katsuki. Gratefully, his parents had planned a vacation to visit the Southern Islands. Which one? Didn't matter. It meant four weeks with the spiky, red-eyed blonde barking orders, taking charge, and crushing spirits. He made a mental note to himself to prepare for the abundance of Deku jokes upon the blonde's return.

O: Hey? Are you still there? You are getting quiet on me.

If only he could understand feelings by text. Was this an invitation? He admitted that it has been a couple of minutes since his last reply. He couldn't help his overthinking. His father had always told him that too much thinking was going to get him in trouble one of these days. Yet again, texting space could imply that he was busy. He dissipated his thoughts as he needed to type something quickly without boring Ochako.

I: I'm here. I was picking at my shirt from the back sweat.

As if he had heard a broken window, he panicked upon sending that text. Why would he send that? Was he that nervous because he was texting a girl? Yet again, this was Ochako. But still, it was a girl. A girl that is a friend. A friend that is a girl. A friend that is a girl who is a friend that happens to be a girl.

She responded. If you are listening to great music, you can't help but have back sweat.

Relief, he thought as he realized she was understanding. Once again, it was a strong attribute to the brunette.

O: Hey! The reason why I am texting you is that I wanted to know if you are free tomorrow?

Taking heed of his father's advice, he replied to her. Yes, I am free.

O: Well, my parents are actually visiting your town tomorrow to attend a relative's funeral.

I: Really? Sorry for your loss.

O: It's okay! I hardly know them. She was quite old anyway.

I: Wow! Still, sorry for your loss.

O: Thanks. Well, my parents know I don't like funerals. And since you are close by, I wanted to see if we can hang out?

Ochako would pick the weekend in which his home wasn't in the best condition. Before his parents' immediate departure, his mother informed Izuku to take care of the chores in their absence. Piled-up dishes in the sink, dusty floors, and a pile of laundry. A nice way to say welcome home, son, he thought to himself. He replied to the text.

I: Sure, we can hang out. What should we do?

O: I was thinking about a movie. Maybe attending the nearby carnival that you have a town. Whatever you think is cool to do.

I: Yeah. There is the arcade. We have the riverwalk. Plenty of things. We can figure it out when you get here.

O: Thanks, Izuku. Shall we say three o'clock tomorrow afternoon at your place?

I: Sure. Text me when you get here.

O: Sweet. Well, enjoy your evening. Night, Deku! ;)

Izuku placed his phone down and lied back on his bed. Thoughts scattered throughout his mind about the events that were to come tomorrow. It didn't even register until now on rather or not was tomorrow's hanging out was a date. Of course, he had remembered her saying hang out. Yet again, was that the code for dating? He grabbed his pillow as he nervously accepted an invitation to go out with a girl tomorrow.

Oh, God! She is coming to see me tomorrow. At my house! My house! Izuku realized the current dilemma in his household. Knowing that she was coming in less than twenty-four hours, he jumped out of bed and prepared to head for the living room.

Who needs sleep when there is a girl coming to your residence tomorrow? Sleep was for the rich anyway, he thought to himself.

To be continued….