17Chapter One: Soft (Fem Izuku and Ochako)
When had she first fallen in love with Izumi Midoriya? Ochako pondered that time and time again, but every single time she would find herself wondering how on earth she hadn't just fallen for Izumi from the moment she laid eyes on her.
She really hadn't considered her sexuality before she met Izumi—she'd never had any boyfriends or girlfriends in middle school. Friends, yes, but no romantic partners. Not until U.A.
Not until U.A when she met a plain-looking girl who turned out to be anything but. She was smart as a whip, awkward, fiery, bashful, passionate, meek, aggressive, nerdy, and sweet, and Ochako had been utterly lost to her before she even knew what had happened.
A few months into their time at U.A, she admitted, with no small amount of insecurity, how she felt about Izumi to her mother when she was in desperate need of advice. Her mother hadn't hesitated to help her come to terms with her attraction for Izumi and encouraged her to follow her heart.
During the Training Camp, Tsuyu asked Ochako if she was attracted to Izumi and it took all her courage to admit to her friend that she was. Her fear of being seen as different was utterly for nothing—Tsuyu accepted her without question. Her offer to help Ochako was put on hold in the aftermath of the villain attack.
A year into their time at U.A was the first time Ochako caught Izumi looking at her with sometime more than mere friendly curiosity.
They had been watching a movie with the rest of the girls from Classes A and B in the dorms. Ochako was cuddled under a bunch of blankets near the sofa with Mina and Izumi, smack-dab between them. As the night had started to wind down, amidst the growing darkness of the dorms, she'd chanced a glance at Izumi and realized the other girl was staring at her.
It had been kind of adorable at first, seeing her sleepy eyes looking back at Ochako, but her gaze lingered for a little longer than it ever had before and kept dropping so she was staring at Ochako's lips instead. Maybe it was just Ochako's mind playing tricks on her, but it looked like Izumi really wanted to kiss her. She really wanted her to go for it, too.
It would be four more months before Ochako found out Izumi liked her back for sure and took a leap of faith to act on her feelings. But that was a story for another time.
Lying down in her bed, she ran her fingers through Izumi's messy, mint-green hair absently, feeling the softness of her curls. Ochako liked the color despite Izumi's initial uncertainty—this had been Eijirou's idea, after Izumi began toying with the idea of a slight image change. She looked like a scoop of mint-chocolate chip ice cream and Ochako found it adorable.
The only shade of green that hadn't changed was her eyes—deep, dark viridian orbs that Ochako could drown in if she let herself go in them. She'd seen those eyes blaze with fury, grow soft with love, light up with passion, and dim with exhaustion. She loved Izumi's eyes.
Her fingers halted at the edge of Izumi's hair and her gaze paused with them as she took in the marring of skin on the girl's arm. Surgical and battle scars were mixed in a mess on Izumi's right arm. Those scars reminded Ochako of Izumi's tenacity just as much as they reminded her how much the girl had suffered.
Izumi had told her once, rather reluctantly, that damaging her arms too much more could lead to her losing all function of them. Ochako had been so horrified that she made Izumi swear not to break herself like that again.
It wasn't the most fair promise she'd ever asked for, especially since they were both heroes and injuries were just a part of life, but Izumi had just held her close and made that promise softly.
The scars would never go away.
Ochako dipped her head and traced her lips over the highest scar, just below Izumi's shoulder. The brush of her lips on Izumi's skin must've woken her, for she shivered and stirred.
"Ochako?" She whispered.
"Sorry," Ochako apologized. Her hand reached over Izumi's body to clasp her hand gently. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"It's ok," Izumi yawned, turning over slightly to face Ochako. Her body was bare to Ochako's wandering eyes, save the short white t-shirt and black boxers. Ochako did her best not to linger on her girlfriend's more…feminine assets and the smooth, milky skin of her stomach.
"Why are you up?" Izumi asked curiously with a glance at the clock. "It's one in the morning."
"I was just…" Ochako paused and then shrugged. "Watching you."
Izumi's eyes glowed with amusement and Ochako felt her pulse quicken. "Watching me, hmm? Watching what part of me?"
"Just your hands," Ochako replied, rolling her eyes at Izumi's teasing. She reached out to clasp the scarred hand and lifted it to press her lips to the permanently misaligned fingers.
Izumi flushed guiltily and averted her eyes. She knew how badly her wounds had affected Ochako when she'd been nearly crippled. Thank goodness she'd gained much better control of her Quirk in the last year. If only she'd been more careful, Ochako wouldn't have had to worry so much…
Ochako realized Izumi was blaming herself again and leaned over her girlfriend, startling her out of her trance with a jolt. Warm breath ghosted Izumi's lips for a second, causing her to shiver until Ochako closed the gap and kissed her mouth fully and languorously.
"It's not your fault," Ochako whispered against her girlfriend's lips. She propped herself above Izumi, who was splayed out beneath her. "Okay?"
"I never wanted to worry you," Izumi replied, reaching up to caress Ochako's cheek. Her hand slid down the other girl's throat, past her collarbone, and stopped over her heart. "I love you."
"I know," Ochako said sweetly, pecking her mouth again. "I love you, too."
Izumi returned the kiss, but this time around it started to get heated. She groaned as Ochako's free hand slipped up her shirt and slowly, hesitantly cupped one of Izumi's breasts in her palm.
"We just did this," Izumi smirked a bit breathlessly into the kiss.
Ochako paused. "Sorry, did you want to stop for tonight?"
"No," Izumi denied, then suddenly surged up and flipped Ochako onto her back, making the other girl squeak in surprise.
Ochako's rosy cheeks burned as Izumi settled herself comfortably in her lap, straddling her girlfriend and leaning forward on her palms. A teasing nibble at the bottom of her lip made Ochako shudder. "My turn to be on top."
Good thing it was a Friday night.
A/N: Idk man, I just feel like doing one-shots to try and bust through my writer's block. This'll be updated at random kinda whenever I'm feeling it. May later change the rating to include smut. We'll see what everyone thinks first.
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