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“Hey, Mina?” Izuku had started a conversation out of nowhere one day while the two were just chilling on the common room couch. The two of them had made a tradition to watch a show on Sunday mornings (which Mina had actually been the one to suggest), yet afterwards, the two were just so cozy that they didn’t quite want to get up right after the episode finished.
At the moment, Izuku was leaning against Mina’s shoulder with his legs on the couch, a blanket covering him up while Mina herself was chilling on her phone, an arm wrapped around her boyfriend affectionately.
At the question, Mina hummed and gently kissed him on the top of the head before asking, “What’s up?” At the contact, Midoriya softly smiled, leaning into the cute gesture.
“Soooooo,” Midoriya drew out his word in a lighter tone, a habit that the two of them usually only fell into whenever they were alone with each other. “I was looking online into stuff that we could do together, right?” His heart warmed when he saw Mina smile happily at that as she nodded.
He tilted his head a little further up to look at her, “Aaaaand I was thinking about maybe going shopping together?” He had hoped that she’d take the conversation where he’d wanted her to take it (for the sake of his very-evil-and-definitely-not-to-be-romantic-and-lovey-dovey plan), since he knew what she’d done recently with her friends.
“Hmmmmm…” Mina seemed to think for a second. “Is it okay if we save a shopping date for a little later on, cutie?”
Midoriya blushed heavily at the sweet nickname that Mina had chosen as her favorite for him, even as she continued, “I went shopping with Kyouka-chan, Tooru-chan, and Tsu-chan a few weeks ago, remember?”
Internally, Midoriya smiled; that was essentially the exact direction he’d wanted her to take it.
“Mhm! I remember,” Midoriya smiled, and Mina could only furrow her eyebrows a little in confusion at that. If he knew, why was he still suggesting shopping instead of something else?
“Buuuuuuut,” Midoriya drawled out. “I was looking in my closet, right, and I was thinking to myself…I mayyyyy or may not have the…well, not the best fashion for when we go out on dates together.”
Mina could only snicker at that. As much as she cared for him, Mina could also very clearly recognize that Midoriya’s attire options were as varied as M*neta’s romantic options: essentially zero.
Midoriya was, in all aspects of dress, a basketball shorts and t-shirt merchant. Jeans and button-up shirts told stories around the campfire around his “Pants” shirt, and both slacks and cardigans whispered about him as if he was but a fleeting ghost, a rumor nobody could confirm to have ever been around them.
Don’t even think about asking a tie about the green-haired man. It might start whipping its head around in terror.
“Mhmmmmm,” Mina playfully hummed, using the arm wrapped around him to gently rub his chest with her thumb. “What about it, Izuku?”
Midoriya sat up properly this time and asked, “Well, um, I thought that, since I could pay for it since All Might’s been getting me some physical work here and there…” He paused for a moment to gather himself. In this moment, he also thanked the stars that All Might was willing to use his connections to get him odd jobs here and there under the extra benefit of “more physical training” that helped him get a good cushion to enjoy his own life even outside of heroism.
No, Izuku would not accept All Might’s generosity despite the fact that the former #1 hero probably made more money than even Endeavor would see in a lifetime.
“...Could you maybe, um, go shopping with me and…” His voice started to fall off a little bit, his shyness starting to kick in considering how silly of a date idea this was in retrospect. “You could, you know, dress me up…?”
He glanced away for just a moment before looking back at Mina, and he was almost taken aback at how quickly her expression had changed. In a flash, Mina’s face had shifted from slightly interested and a gentle smile to the most excitable look he’d ever seen, eyes wide and glimmering with anticipation and a bright smile that made his heart skip not just one beat, but definitely at least a few.
“Izukuuuuu…” Mina genuinely started bouncing up and down on the couch with all her energy, unadulterated joy flowing through her. “Are you telling me I get to have a whole day of putting you in clothes I wanna see you in?”
“...Um, yes…?” Midoriya spoke as if it was a question, putting most of his efforts into properly burning this beautiful image of his girlfriend into his memory forever. “I-I mean, if you w-want–”
“YES!”
Oh, okay.
At the mall…
“So…how does this go?” Midoriya questioned, though enjoyed how lightly he was able to ask the question. He knew full well that, if he were to ask that same question to somebody he was less familiar with, he probably wouldn’t have known how to even start the sentence.
After the suggestion to have a whole date surrounding dressing her boyfriend up, Mina was unshakeable, her eyes entirely on the prize. The details seemed to sort themselves out, at least, to Midoriya. He knew full well that Mina had kind of gone on a rampage and set this thing up fully by herself, though he wasn’t going to complain. She was the expert here, after all.
That said, the question itself definitely threw Mina a bit off guard as she spoke her answer as a question, “I mean…we go shopping?”
Midoriya only blinked.
“Izuku, have you…actually shopped at a shopping mall?” Mina asked, incredulous.
He had the gall to shake his head.
“Well, not really?” He scratched the back of his head. “I-I mean, I kind of just know what I wanna get, and then I go to the store and buy it? It’s kind of like doing groceries for me.”
Ah.
So that’s why.
Mina took a deep breath, and with the utmost care and love she could put into the sentence, she explained, “That’s not how shopping for clothes usually goes, Izu. At least, for me.”
Luckily for her, though, Midoriya flashed a bright smile at her and complimented her at the same time, “That’s why I wanted to ask my wonderful girlfriend how to do it!”
Mina cursed the heavens that her boyfriend was so amazing, sometimes. Man, being in love is hard, she lamented, especially because she couldn’t even actually view it as a fault of his. I just like every part of him!
So, even as Mina couldn’t agree with his fashion sense, she couldn’t help but still find it endearing in her own way.
Smiling and shaking off the way her heart beat with more intensity after he smiled at her, she linked arms with him and declared proudly, “Then you’re in luck! Let’s get to it!”
20 Minutes Later…
As much as she absolutely adored her boyfriend, Mina could definitely find herself sympathizing with Aizawa-sensei for tolerating students like herself and Kaminari, even though she’d heavily improved.
She reminisced on the conversation the two of them had just a few minutes ago while waiting for Midoriya to change in the changing room.
“Okay, so, Midori,” Mina started as the two of them walked into their first store, and in an unusually unlike-Mina manner, it was as though she had entered a “lecturer” mode. “Do you know what layering is?”
Midoriya put his hand to his chin, a very regular Midoriya pose when thinking as he answered, “I mean…isn’t it just like when it’s cold out so you put a hoodie on?”
It was at that very moment that Mina realized that, just maybe, she was a little bit in over her head. Perhaps this was what people had meant when somebody could be greatly knowledgeable in something, yet also be greatly incapable of teaching somebody that very subject.
She could appreciate those really intelligent people who were also able to explain their subject to young children as well as those who were in college just a little bit better.
After roping him into a decently long lecture about how layering worked, and especially mentioning that there were parts that he could still learn about (but that she wasn’t going to cover today because there were still other things they could do with their time), she’d just decided to help him put together an outfit. It was better to learn by doing, after all.
Yet, as Midoriya walked out of the changing room, Mina had realized she’d forgotten to account for one thing in particular.
He’s…he’s so CUTE! Mina gushed over him in her mind, taking in the sight in front of her. It was a simple enough outfit, a white shirt with a dark-green flannel (that he personally asked to try on since it matched his hair to a T) over it, and black cargo pants. Yet, it was already miles ahead of anything she’d ever seen him in, and that was good enough, baby!
Sure, there were a few things that seemed a little bit off with it. Perhaps he’d ended up choosing a shirt that was a little too large for him, or maybe it was the fact that the dark-green, while matching his hair, might’ve posed a little trouble with the other colors (though maybe that was the lighting?), but it was fine. Besides, everyone makes small mistakes, and it was important that, beyond everything else, Midoriya had some autonomy to choose what he wanted to wear, and that he enjoyed it.
“D-Do I look good?” Midoriya squeaked out, a blush on his face, glancing away from Mina. Yet, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt an unusual sort of joy start to crawl through his chest. He’d never thought about how he looked in outfits before, but…as he looked at himself in the mirror, a thought slowly appeared.
I…I don’t look too bad, he eventually admitted to himself, before finally turning back to Mina only to come face-to-face with one of the most excited expressions he’d ever seen from the pink girl.
“You’re so pretty, Izu!” Mina might as well have squealed, swaying around on the balls of her feet as she leaned closer to him. “Oh my gosh, can I take pictures of you?!”
Midoriya turned even more red at the fact that Mina had called him, him of all people, pretty. Yet, after that had gone down, he’d realized what she asked, repeating, “P-Pictures?”
Mina nodded enthusiastically, yet still kept her cool and clarified, “I pinky promise it’s okay if you don’t want me to, buuuuuuut I’d love to take pictures of you!”
“W-Why d-do you want pictures, though?” Midoriya started twiddling with his thumbs, glancing away for a second before looking back into her eyes.
“‘Cause I wanna look at these pictures of you later, duhhhhh!” Mina gladly admitted, not a single hint of embarrassment or even teasing behind her words.
Midoriya could feel the heat reach the tips of his ears at this point as he kept going, “R-Really?” His heart was about to jump out of his chest. As much as he knew that Mina really did like him back and that his feelings were reciprocated, it was still absurd to him that it went this far.
Although…
“Mhm! I mean…” Mina nodded, before realizing what she was going to say and started to turn purple. Midoriya gulped; it wasn’t too often that Mina openly became embarrassed like this, especially not mid-sentence.
“...Wouldn’t you wanna take pictures of me when I’m dressed up and look at them later, too?” She asked, almost bashful as she waited for his answer.
Oh.
Midoriya took in her words, letting them soak.
The idea of him being in bed, absolutely yearning for Mina’s presence and in an absolutely down-bad mood to shower her in cuddles, yet being unable to.
And, in this down-badness, being able to pull up a picture of Mina wearing an adorable outfit? Her smile and everything? Hitting an amazing pose?
Suddenly, the reasoning behind Mina wanting to take pictures of Midoriya seemed a lot more understandable for the green-haired aspiring hero.
One concept down, ten billion more to go! Mina thought, triumphantly as they walked into another store. It was definitely a rough start, but they got there eventually.
“So…” Mina started as the two of them walked into another store. “Maybe I was biting off just a little more than I could chew if I was starting off with layering.”
Midoriya looked a little apologetic at that, but before he could start his stream-of-consciousness process of saying sorry for every little thing he’d ever done in his life, Mina put a finger to his lips and shut it down as she clarified, “Which is not your fault. Okay?”
She only moved her finger away and kept going once Midoriya gave an awkward nod, stating, “So let’s start off with something a little easier. Midori, do you know your measurements?”
“Oh, I’m 166 centimeters tall!”
“No, Izu, your clothes’ measurements. Like, what size shirt you wear, your waist and inseam, stuff like that?” She asked the question, but already knew what the answer would be.
Izuku confirmed it with a shake of his head and admitted, “I mean, when I started working out and stuff, I bulked up a lot, so a good amount of my shirts did start becoming tight on me, so I just bought a bunch of really big clothes to compensate for that?” He ended his statement uncertainly, as though he was still subconsciously worried about his girlfriend’s judgement (which, by the way, Mina was still 100% certain she was going to help him get over, damn it!).
However, what he was saying made a lot of sense to Mina, and explained quite a few things. She’d always seen him wear clothes that were rather loose on him. At first, she’d admittedly thought that part of it might have been that, despite his amazing frame that one could grate cheese on, it was more of a body-insecurity situation than anything. Yet, at the same time, it was also one of the few things in his life that he actually could feel confident in, so that idea went out of the window.
(Thank god, by the way, Mina regularly thought to himself. She couldn’t stand the idea of somebody with that sort of bod thinking it was anything but spectacular, let alone her cutie pie.)
So, hearing that it was for the sake of him preparing for when he got even more muscular both excited her and relieved her. Though, as much as he idolized All Might, Mina could personally see herself enjoying a frame similar to what he currently has more than…that. No offense to the big #1, of course.
Plus, Mina realized. That makes this a lot easier! This would be a much easier topic to solve.
“Great, then, lesson 2!” Mina confidently spoke, a new pep in her step. “What size shirts do you wear now, and what size shirts did you use to wear?”
“Uh, I was a medium before, and now I wear double XL, usually,” Midoriya mulled it over. “Wait, do I? Let me check.” He lifted his shirt a little bit over his head so he could see the size that the shirt had on the back of its collar.
Mina flushed a little at seeing how sculpted he was.
“...Yep, double XL,” he confirmed as he let his shirt fall back down.
“Okayyyy,” Mina smiled at him, and gave him a one-over before mentally deciding that it’d probably make more sense to check out larges before trying out XL on its own. Considering how he was only 166 cm tall, it’d make more sense that way, she thought.
“How about your pants?” Mina questioned, though she had thought about asking about shorts or sweatpants instead, since that’s about all she’d seen him wear outside of the U.A. uniform.
“Huh?”
Looks like I’ve got a bit of work ahead of me, Mina realized, but this time, much more confidence in herself as she dove into the fashion mess that was her boyfriend.
10 Minutes Later…
HUMINA HUMINA AWOOOOOOOGA–
“You look really handsome, Izu!” Mina held back her actual thoughts, deciding to voice a portion of them in a totally regular, human way. Her eyes were absolutely glued to him, and she just couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of him.
“R-Really, Mina?” He bashfully laughed, though as he looked in the mirror, he could definitely admit that it definitely felt like a better fit. It seemed like something he’d see somebody more fashionable than him wear, and that realization made him feel just a little bit better.
It was an incredibly simple fit, honestly, definitely nothing that involved a lot of thought. Yet, it was still a far cry from what Midoriya normally wore. A well-fitting black t-shirt instead of the normal loose shirt that normally never gave his muscles the chance to shine, coupled with a pair of dark blue jeans instead of his regular shorts. Despite the fact that his generational calves were not on display, it only helped him out here, considering how it was actually something that fit and contributed to his overall frame.
And, in Mina’s eyes, it was her boyfriend wearing a shirt that helped frame his muscles and pants that looked really good on him.
GREAT GOOGILY MOOGILY MY GOODNESS HOLY CANNOLI–
“Mhm!” Mina nodded excitedly, taking pictures of him as he ran his fingers through his hair, doing everything in her power to restrain herself from taking him back to the dorms and cuddling with him and being cutesy and lovey-dovey for hours on end.
“U-Um, Mina…?” Midoriya awkwardly started, and Mina nodded for him to continue. “You’re…um, you’re kinda drooling.”
“Worth it.”
Oh, okay.
Midoriya cleared his throat, deeply embarrassed but glad that his girlfriend was reacting to him in this way, and could only focus on the fact that she loved seeing him like this.
He thought to himself, Maybe I should dress up more…Oh, well. He let the thought go to the back of his head as the camera flashed again, and he lightly smiled before asking one question:
“So, how do you want me to pose this time?”
“H-Hey, Mina?” Midoriya brought up as they were meandering about the mall. “You’ve been taking me to some pretty regular places so far.”
Mina nodded, gently rubbing his thumb with her own as they held hands as she answered, “Yeah, why?”
Midoriya used his free hand (or, as free as it can get with a few bags of clothes in it) to scratch the back of his head as he bashfully admitted, “I don’t know…I kinda thought you would’ve like, you know, taken me to a kinda less normal place? Like maybe putting me–”
“In, like, a dress or somethin’?” Mina interrupted, and could only snicker when Midoriya shyly nodded. “Eh, part of me was thinking about it…buuuuut I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Besides, I should’ve asked you about it first, you know?” She used her free hand to boop his nose before smiling at it.
“Fair enough,” Midoriya shrugged.
The two fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying being with each other as they walked.
Until…
“...I wouldn’t mind if you did, you know.”
…
“Eh?”
A few minutes later…
“Babe, are you sure about this?” Mina furrowed her eyebrows, the two of them standing together in the changing room. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, but…it feels like you’re doing this just for me.”
Midoriya smiled as he held the maid dress in front of him, before looking at Mina with a soft smile on his face, “So? I love when I get to make you happy, Darling~”
He blew a kiss at her, savoring the way a purple blush made its way onto her face.
“H-Hey…” Mina weakly muttered. “That…that isn’t fair…”
“What isn’t?” Midoriya teased, though her next words made him sober up a little.
“Y-You’re being so sweet to me, Izu…” Mina twiddled her thumbs, starting to feel a bit bad. “You’re always so nice to me and you always try to make me so happy and you’re just the best boyfriend in the world…”
“Because I love to,” Midoriya shut her line of thinking down, being the premier expert on overthinking in general, let alone regarding being a good partner. “And I trust, no, I know you always do the same for me, Mina. And, most importantly, because I want to.”
Mina found herself turning even more purple, especially as Midoriya decided to take his shirt off and start working on putting the maid outfit on.
After shuffling his way into the actual maid dress, he smiled and asked, “Can I hug you?”
Mina took a second to gather herself before meekly nodding, an expression that wasn’t too fitting on her normally.
As strong as Midoriya was, Mina always appreciated how he somehow always knew how to hug someone, whether it be a bear hug over something exciting or the gentlest touch, as if he was handling the finest teacup that could fracture with even a slight breeze.
After a moment, he gently asked, “Are you okay?”
Mina took a second to assess her feelings before opening her mouth, her words soft, “I think so.”
It was especially important to them that, at the very forefront of things, communication was at the top of their priorities, and Midoriya was putting that on full display as he asked, “Is there anything else you…maybe wanna talk about? Like, about this?”
Mina took another second.
“...I don’t think so,” Mina gently smiled at him. “Thank you, Izu.” She got just a little bit on her tippy toes, and Midoriya smiled at her, giving her the slightest peck on the lips.
“Of course, Mina,” he replied as the two of them finally stopped hugging, and took the time to straighten out the maid outfit.
Mina missed the contact, but asked the question that was admittedly still on her mind despite the comfort, “Wait, Izu.”
Midoriya hummed to show his acknowledgement.
“Can I…reward you?”
At this, he quirked an eyebrow and spoke in a slightly disapproving tone directed less at her and more at the concept, “I don’t think our relationship should work on rewards, Mina…”
Mina pouted, “Let me be sweet to you!”
Midoriya held back a snort, rolling his eyes playfully as he went along with the bit, “Okay, okay, what do you want?”
“I wanna reward you!” Mina kept pouting, and this time, Midoriya’s heart skipped a beat at the expression on her face. God, he was so in love with her.
“How?” He playfully asked, deciding to add just a little bit of sass and put one hand on his hip, which really worked well in Mina’s eyes considering the maid outfit on him.
“This whole time, you’ve been dressing up for me,” Mina changed her pout to a smirk, and Midoriya gulped in anticipation, feeling as if he knew what was coming.
He nodded.
“How about I dress up a little for you, th–”
“YES PLEASE!” He nodded up and down so fast, Mina thought he was going to get whiplash.
Though, the way he was acting and the degree to which he was down bad after seeing only her very first outfit (He may have had a few HUMINA HUMINA AWOOOOOGA DEAR HEAVENS WHAT A DAME thoughts), she wasn’t sure that even whiplash would’ve stopped him from seeing her in cute outfits.
Cutie.
Omake: Fashion Model Midoriya
Midoriya knew that, in order to realize his ambitions of becoming the #1 hero, he would need to learn how to properly be surrounded by people, and more importantly, tolerate and even thrive when being the center of attention.
However…he was just a hero-in-training. He was not a full-fledged pro hero yet (despite his unusually impressive battle record thus far).
As such, when Mina and Midoriya had come back from the mall, Midoriya had not expected to be flanked by a few of his classmates, even with the bags that he’d carried.
It was important to note that, no, Mina had just made him carry the bags. It was, in fact, a great battle to be the one who got to carry the bags for the others, and Mina had almost been able to convince him with her cutest pout that got him to the brink of breaking.
She had only had to curse the heavens for the fact that she, somehow, had an even weaker resistance to his cutest pout.
(She made him super duper pinky promise that he’d let her cook something for him as a treat later on, though.)
Either way, Midoriya was not prepared for Uraraka to basically storm up to him with a scowl on her face, though he could tell that there was no actual hostility or anger in her expression as she did so, and absolutely jam a finger in his chest with enough force that it could have probably toppled a building over. Luckily for him, Midoriya was built enough that he was probably more structurally stable than a building.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Deku-kun!” She essentially hollered, her expression going from incredible rage that would’ve rivaled Bakugo’s worst moods to immense excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you could actually wear normal clothes?!”
“Eh?” Midoriya blinked in confusion, watching some of the other girls in the class (and also Kirishima) join Uraraka in her interrogation. “Whatcha mean?”
“This, dude!” Kirishima brotastically held up his phone in a manly manner, showing a text conversation.
Chat with ‘Mina AshiBro’:
Mina AshiBro: “Eiji-bro, look at this!!!”
Attached was an image of Midoriya’s second outfit, with him posing in a way right as he was running his fingers through his hair. He could deduce well enough that she’d probably sent a similar, if not that exact picture, to the group chat that the 1-A girls had had (which Mina may have occasionally shown to him for when something really silly happened).
Midoriya hummed, a little impressed. He didn’t realize that he’d mainly been caught up in the excitement and energy of actually dressing up for once in his life, but now that the situation was calmer, he could properly appreciate the way that Mina definitely knew how to take pictures properly. Lighting, angles, timing, all of it. She knew what she was doing.
“You’re telling me you know what a clothing store is, Deku-kun?” Uraraka asked airily; the whole time, she’d been best friends with him, and she’d never seen him wear anything even remotely coordinated. He squirmed under her gaze, knowing full well The Queen (of keeping Deku in check) had added “Go out looking like you dressed up to purposely be visually offensive to anybody with functioning eyes” to her list of things to not let him do (go out for runs at 3 A.M. when he’s sick being one of them, for instance).
“W-Well…I mean, um,” Midoriya cleared his throat, trying to figure out something to say before Mina saved his skin.
“Oh, do you guys wanna see the other pictures I took of him?” Mina prompted, holding up her phone to show another picture of Midoriya dressed up. Uraraka, who’d overheard, gave Midoriya one last (empty) glare before swooping in like a hawk to grab Mina’s phone, and looked through a few photos, satisfied, before she passed the phone to Yaoyorozu.
This cycle continued on for the remaining people who were interested in Midoriya’s fashion, moving on to Jirou, then Asui (who had simply told Midoriya that “Maybe you should come with us next time to the mall so we can all dress up, kero,” and nodded to Mina, who just nodded back. Midoriya had no idea what message they shared through these nods), and so on.
Unfortunately, right as Mina was grabbing her phone from Hagakure, who was the last one to look at some of the photos, her thumb slipped and the camera roll scrolled just one more to the right.
…Directly to the first picture she’d taken of Midoriya posing in the maid outfit.
…
Uraraka’s eyes locked with Midoriya’s.
“SCRAM!” Mina shrieked, and Midoriya instantly took the signal, picking her up and fleeing the premises in an instant before all of Mina’s friends took chase.
“Oh, no you don’t, Deku-kun!”
“GET BACK HERE, MIDOBRO!”
It is important to note that Midoriya may or may not have survived the hunt, and the definition of survival depends on perspective here.