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⁀➷ TALK TOO MUCH | I. MIDORIYA

warnings. none. it's just pure fluff!

pairings. izuku midoriya x flirty!gn!reader

767 | Izuku Midoriya talks way too much but you shut him up in the best way you know how.

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The common room buzzed with the sound of your classmates unwinding after another grueling day of training. Izuku was in his own world, pacing animatedly in front of the couch, hands flying in every direction as he analyzed the latest hero battle footage on the TV. A clip of endeavor's most recent battle replies on the screen, the reporter adding their own analysis, and Izuku visibly brightens.

"Here! Right there! Endeavor uses his Jet Burn to counter that villain's quirk, but you can see here. He's already calculated its trajectory based on—"

You sat slouched on the couch, one hand propping up your chin while the other clutched a glass of water. Ice cubes already melted, condensation cool against your hand. For the first few minutes, you'd been nodding, offering a few hums and quick "wows" to keep Izuku going, but at this point, your brain was mush.

You love Izuku, there's no doubt in your mind about it, but sometimes after none stop lectures and rigorous training, you just want a bit of peace. You'd think he'd be the same. You sneak a glance at the boy again and he smiles impossibly brighter at you (much to your dismay).

Despite your short-lived responses, Izuku wasn't slowing down. No, infact, he was ramping up, spiraling into a second analysis of yet another fight as the news anchor praises the number two hero, Hawks, this time.

Izuku waves the TV remote animatedly in the air using it as a makeshift pointer as he rambles on.

"Midoriya," you said, your tone calm but firm. He didn't hear you or maybe he did but assumed it wasn't important enough to stop just yet. "And if you think about how his quirk output works in tune with Hawks', it just makes—"

"Izuku." This time, louder with a bit more demand.

He glances your way for a split second, green eyes wide with remorse and a faint red tinting his freckled cheeks, but his train of thought was unstoppable, barreling ahead without a second to spare.

"—you can see how they predicted each other's moves! It's just incredible how—"

That was it. You didn't think; you acted. With one smooth motion, you stood up and grabbed the front of his shirt yanking him down to you. His big green eyes went impossibly wider, his words freezing mid-sentence as your lips pressed firmly against his.

The world seemed to stop. The remote to the TV slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of you noticed. To absorbed in the way his lips molded perfectly to yours. How his hands trembled before cautiously resting them on your waist. His breath hitched against your mouth, and for once, Izuku Midoriya was left utterly and completely speechless.

You pulled back slightly, lips brushing his as you smile,

"There. Much better."

Izuku's face was on fire, his freckles practically glowing against the deep red flush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He looks around first, wondering if there were any other witnesses. When none of your classmates meets his eyes, he loudly coughs hiding his face behind his hands.

You smirked, leaning back into the couch as if nothing had happened. "Finally some peace," you sigh.

He stood there, stunned, mouth gapping open and close like a fish out of water. After a beat of silence, finally, he manages to stammer, "was I talking that much?"

"You were," you teased, taking a sip of your water. "But don't worry. Now I gotta foolproof plan for whenever you start up again."

He blinked, still rooted to the spot you left him, his fingers brushing over his lips as if trying to process what had just happened. Then suddenly, the dots start connecting.

"You can't just kiss someone to make them stop talking!"

"I didn't just kiss someone. I kissed you." You raised a brow, smiling at the way Izuku stammers. "And I felt you kiss me back, so are you really gonna act like you didn't like it?"

Izuku sputtered as he tried to form a coherent response. His face still glowing a deep red as he waved his hands animatedly in the air. He needed to say something, anything. You had just kissed him for god's sake, the one person he's had feelings for since his first year. Oh god, he might just throw up. Meanwhile, you leaned back with a satisfied grin, a small laugh leaving you as you watched him you short circuit, already looking forward to the next time he talked too much.

notes. based off the song talk to much by coin + dedicated to @sunnymain bc we both listen to coin hehehe

One thing too note is that we have no idea what information he actually sent to the LOV, from what I can ascertain his primary ask was to identify who Midoriya was closest with, to have them kidnapped, act as bargaining, obviously they knew that they wanted Bakugou after his sports festival performance, but note that Toga seems to have been sent after Uraraka specifically.

So I think that Yuga was tasked with finding who Izuku was closest with, he easily knew Katsuki, they were pretty open about them being childhood friends, and then he get's himself conformation that Ochaco likes Izuku, and he knows it's two ways, so he gives that info over, and who do the LOV target to Kidnap/Attack?

Ochaco and Katsuki.

Aoyama knowing that Bakugou would get kidnapped at the summer training camp is such an interesting thought

When they learned about their final exams, and he saw who Bakugou was paired with, and who he's going against, Aoyama had to have felt hope that they'll lose miserably and Bakugou wouldn't be at the camp. And then they passed

Quite the Quirky Lot

James had just arrived into Knapford with an express from the mainland, his fireman had uncoupled him from the train and they were awaiting clearance to leave for Conrad's Bridge to refresh on water, so he was running a little hot today.

Passengers milled about from the train, amongst them a group of high schoolers, some of whom were making there way down the platform, one of them who had broken away from the group walked down alongside James muttering in Japanese, now James knew Japanese, he hadn't used in in awhile but he was fresh enough to understand what the young man was saying.

"We're late, and those stupid enclosed carriages meant the extras wouldn't shut up, who came up with all of this" He snarled to himself.

"Hey now, I'm not late," James spoke back, in near perfect Japanese, which unsurprisingly spooked the teenager, you don't expect to be spoken back to you in your native language, especially on the other side of the world, and by a talking train.

"There was simply a delay, not my fault that there was a special that had to overtake, no need to get angry," He spoke with a voice reserved for Customer service workers.

"You could have at the very least sped up a bit, it felt like sitting behind a group of slow walkers!" The blond hit back.

"Mate," He was getting angry now, the lack of water was making him feel unhappy, "I was running at the limit, I know where your from your used to expresses being faster, but trust me I was running at good speed!"

"Well you carriages are the worse with all there crapped space"

James burst out into English to get his anger across.

"Yeah well Puffball! I can't sit in those carriages I have no idea what there like, apparently those seats are made of horse fur! You can't get more comfy than that these days!" He snorted a jet of steam out his nose, "Maybe next time pick better travel partners!"

Several other students had been making their way down the platform to see what all the angry Japanese was about, and could only stand embarrassed as their classmate lashed out a train .

"Bakugou could you go an hour without yelling at something?" Came a croaky voice from James' side.

"Yes I can, but this big red sausage was late and I though he should know that!"

"I've told you, you sea urchin looking punk, I was on schedule!"

"Bakugou stop yelling at the train who is clearly trying to do his job" Came another voice.

"Right," James said with a grin, "Listen to your friend there, it sounds like he knows how to treat a steam engine"

"Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!" Came yet another voice as a young lad with spiked red hair hurried over to the blond who James had gathered was named Bakugou.

"He's not a big fan on enclosed spaced with a bunch of people, between this and the plane he's a bit antsy" He quickly said as he threw his arm around his friends shoulder, trying to defuse the situation.

"Ahh right, yeah that would probably drive me up the wall too, sorry about that man" James said with a look of semi understanding, he wasn't about to prolong the argument.

"Nice hair by the way, like the colour" He said to the red head, who simply smiled.

"Thanks man! Hey come on Bakugou I left my bag over with Sensei"

"You moron what did you do that for?!"

"So you didn't exploded on a train?" He replied as he lead Bakugou back down the platform, the blond surprisingly not making a fuss, James though he looked the type to.

"Sorry about him," James looked over at the young man that had chastised Bakugou earlier, "He's a bit much"

"Your telling me, woah, neat hair" James could finally see the young man, he had bright white hair on one side and a deep red on the other.

"uhh thank you" He replied in neat well practiced English.

"I was joking about you know how to treat steam engines by the way, you haven't meet a talking one have you?" James asked.

"No, I haven't exactly had the chance to meet any" he replied.

"Well if your here for a bit longer you'll meet plenty" James smirked.

"So we've been told" Said the croaky voice as a girl with large eyes and long hair appeared alongside.

"Yeah there are plenty of us here, how long are you staying?" he asked them.

"Just about two weeks," Came yet another voice, this one from a young man with a large yellow backpack and green hair, he was stood over by the bench with brunette girl and shorter boy with a large purple pompadour.

"Plenty of time to get a good show around, where are you headed?"

"We're staying at a hostel for the night, and then we should be heading up to, Har, har-" The Brunette stumbled on the word.

"Harwick? ohh yes it's quite lovely up there, make sure you get good seats, the run up the coast is quite charming" James was enjoying this they seemed like good company.

"Anything else on the schedule?" He questioned.

"Not that I know off, our class rep or our teacher should have that" The twin coloured boy replied.

"Well I think there's a concert at Arlesbrugh, this Sunday" He said with uncertainty, that got a yelp from down the platform.

"Hear that Jirou, there's a concert in town!"

"I heard that you dumbass, just because there is one on doesn't mean we have to go"

The other voice wasn't discouraged, "Hey your always saying that you'd love to meet some British Punk Rockers, maybe there will be some there?"

James would give the unseen guy some credit, he had some guts in him.

"I'm not sure about the artists, seeing as I can't go to concerts but that's a maybe on the Punks" James laughed.

There was a whistle behind him as a pilot drew the coaches out of the station.

"I guess that's my queue to leave, sorry I can't chat for much longer but I have to get going, you all have a lovey day now, I might see you lot around" He grinned as he whistled pulling out of the station in a cloud of steam, as the teenagers on the platform waved him out.

"Thanks for the recommendation!" Came a shout from a bright blond young man as James rolled past him and a girl with purple short hair.

"Anytime lad, take care"

James smiled to himself as he moved past the rest of the class making there way down the platform, but he had to double take, he could have sworn he saw one with the head of a bird, he blinked a few times as he passed the two boys from earlier standing along side a taller man with black hair who was speaking in an annoyed manner to the blond.

"What a weird lot" James mused to himself as the group of Japanese made their way to the station underpass.

I imagen he doesn't often, I'd barely ever swear so when I did they'd turn and go 'Did Midnight just swear?!' that's how I imagen him.

People have this preconceived notion that he doesn't, so it hits harder when he does because they aren't expecting it.

It kind of pisses me off the way some people characterize deku as if he’s “too pure” or whatever to swear, it’s not even canonically accurate

God Help my possible autism, I've just used my Gay-Dar and Autism detection, with the knowledge of the characters to identify their gay and or autistic traits, the funny part is I don't even know if I'm right .

Kyouka: Breathing very heavily on the couch*

Izuku: Is she okay?

Momo: Give her about an hour and she will possibly have recovered enough brain capacity to form coherent sentences.

Happy belated Easter everyone

Bold of you to assume he needs the suit to body his students, pretty sure he could bench a bus without it, honestly it would be scarier to know he has that superpowered suit, and then he shows up to the exam without it. Like you ain't even scary enough for him to pull out the big gun, he hasn't considered you a threat yet.

Your quirk is now Shitting Bricks.

He's throwing people like All Might, and bouncing across the field like Eraser, mind you he is weighted during this , there is no way on God's Green Earth that they would let Midoriya run around as strong as he is.

Even funnier if if he has his brief case of to the side, and when he thinks their doing well, he throws that thing on like the Mark V at Monaco whilst their getting back up.

Post canon teacher Deku, now that he's a hero with his fancy new suit as well, can train his students like All Might did for him!

They're in for a rude awakening aren't they? 🤣