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Ochako was oh so content, floating around gym ball-sized mochi of different colors, letting the sun cast its warm rays through fluffy clouds. The air was full of calmness, and she was truly happy.
“Ochako! Where are you?” a decidedly not-mochi-sounding voice came from somewhere, and unfortunately, that was enough for her to wake up. Just great.
“Ochako?” the voice, now more muffled than before, yelled again.
Even though she was sleepy, she knew she wasn’t floating above mochi fields anymore. She was instead somewhere almost as delightful; a big ol’ pile of her beloved boyfriend’s clothes. To start off, her head was a hanger for a T-shirt, probably with an awful pun, and she couldn’t see her torso at all because of the dozen or so of other clothing articles blocking the line of sight. Pants, pullovers, shorts, some more T-shirts, and even some naughty boxers— she honestly has no idea how those got in there, truly!
“Ochakooo, this isn’t funny!” the voice grew louder as the source came closer to her room.
Alarmed, she instinctively grabbed every piece of clothing she could and hoarded it closer to her, making sure not even a sole sock could escape her reach.
“Ochaa, you here?” the doors opened, and Ochako didn’t dare to move an inch, as her green-haired boyfriend barged in… Shirtless. How sly of him, giving her all that eye candy so that she drops her guard and shows herself! Good thing she can just close her eyes and not fall for it!
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Okay, she still didn’t close her prying eyes, but can you blame her? Those muscular arms opening their walk-in closet, those thick calves getting ready to hop so that he can check the upper shelf without needing a stool or quirk— she often forgets how short he actually is, not that it matters when she can still hide in his clothes— and of course that cute, biteable, bubble-butt of his that he flaunts as he leaves the room with another yell of “Ochakooo, this isn’t funny!” and closes the doors behind him.
Huh, so he didn’t notice her fortress. That’s a rare occurrence, but a very welcomed one, as Ochako relaxes once again and breathes in the distinctively Izuku-aroma around her. Ah, she can go dreaming once again…
Ochako lavishly yawns, and finally closes her eyes, ready to travel back to Mochi Fields. Too focused on trying to return to napping, she didn't hear the door slowly and quietly opening, nor a certain boy using his quirk to not make any noise from footsteps by floating.
“Oh, you think you are so clever,” a smug voice whispers right into her ear, making her shoot up, only to flop around helplessly, the clothes flying all around, as her boyfriend is right beside her. She gulps nervously, as his smug whispers continues, “don’t you, Oo-chakochakochakochako—” and starts the punishment, tickling her relentlessly. How cruel!
The punishment lasted forever, just like the one before it, but in the end it left Ochako breathless from all the yelping and laughing, and Izuku still smug, if a bit redder than before. The two of them just floated above their bed, as did Izuku’s clothes that Ochako used for her floating fortress.
“How long did you float for?” Izuku asks, the smugness notwithstanding.
“Dunno,” Ochako grins, “how long did ya shower for?”
He snorts, and brings her in for a mid-air hug, “Twenty minutes then, if you count the time I spent searching for you and your hoard.”
“So, a new record?” she mischievously asks, her eyes glinting again.
“Eyup, a new record for both hoarding all my clothes at the same time, and napping in air,” he speaks, a spark of genuine awe making his smile almost too bright to look at. Almost.
“Does that mean… a reward?” she asks, giving him her best puppy eyes for a good measure. “Why yes, yes it does, and I have just the thing for you,” Izuku assures her, using his quirk to slowly lower them to the bed level.
“And what would that reward be, Deku?” she bats her eyelashes playfully. He brings her closer, and sensually whispers in her ear, “I was thinking of… going to buy some new clothes.”
She slaps his stupidly strong arm, “You meanie! That wasn’t funny!” “Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?” he quips at her, still using his quirk to assure he doesn’t float away as she gives him what’s for.
“We could buy some mochi on the way home too,” he quickly adds, trying to stop his girlfriend from smacking him more than necessary. “Hmm,” he hopes it worked, the pounding came to a stop at least, “deal!” she beams at him. Huh, that was easy.
“Great! Let me just put on some shirt—” Izuku reaches for a floating T-shirt, only for Ochako to shoot up from the bed and snatch it for herself. “Back off, mister! These are mine!” she impishly challenges, floating in the far-away corner of the room.
“Oh come on Ochako, you already wear one yourself, can’t I have one of my own shirts?” Izuku incredulously asks, letting himself float up too. “Nope,” she pops the P, “these are all mine,” she declares, sticking out her tongue to drive the point home.
Izuku sighs and shakes his head, hiding a grin as he retorts, “Well, in that case I guess— WE MUST SHARE!” he yells and flies at Ochako at high speed, using the moment of surprise to slip into the shirt with her, the fabric straining to contain both of them as he pushes his head through the shirt’s neck as carefully as possible at that speed of Gearshift. He doesn’t want to break his girlfriend’s nose!
“There, are you happy no— OH QUIRKS,” his banter is interrupted with a yelp as a realization dawns on him, “You don’t have a b-bra underneath?!” He tries to get out of the shared T-shirt, only for Ochako to cling to him, not letting him leave, “Well duh, ya sillyhead? When was the last time YOU wore a bra, hmm?” she teases, struggling to keep him contained. The shirt helped, being so tight around them both, but she soon took a mercy on her boyfriend and let him go.
He zipped away, red like a crab, obviously embarrassed. At least he wasn’t apologizing— the lessons she taught him stuck!
She laughs, “I don’t know what’cha expected, Deku, wearing my own bra would kinda defeat the whole point of being comfy in my boyfriend’s clothes, wouldn’t ya say?”
“Ohhh, just you wait,” he pouts at her teasing and floats towards the closet, “Just you wait!” he repeats before slamming the doors behind him. She giggles to herself, and starts collecting the still floating items, returning gravity to both them and herself at long last. It’s true, though, why would she wear a bra when she was just fine with his shirt and some shorts? She just hopes he won’t sully in there for too long.
“Ochakooo~” Izuku singsongs from the door, and Ochako drops all the items she was holding after she saw him.
Izuku Midoriya, All Might’s protégé, Japan’s savior, and her boyfriend, was honest-to-quirks wearing her clothes. Her own galaxy shirt was straining against his pecs and looking more like a crop-top, while her open cardigan tried to hide his muscular arms to no avail. She turned her shell-shocked sight downwards to see her plaid skirt barely cover the top of his knees, with her knee-socks fighting a loosing battle against his calves. And as if that wasn’t enough, he even tried to put on her bunny slippers, only for his heels to hang out of them.
“Well? Ready to go to the mall, Occhan?” he smugly asks, not realizing how dry her mouth feels all out of sudden. “Umm,” she gracefully replies. “What? A cat got yo’ tongue?” he playfully asks, giving her a little twirl.
He was going to kill her at this rate.
And she was all for it.