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As soon as Izuku woke up, he knew that today was going to be… eventful?
Perhaps it was the slight crack in between his dorm room curtains, shining a blinding light right into his eyes. Or maybe it was the perfectly laid out cheese board outside on his balcony that he knew was made by his equally bright and shining classmate. Ultimately knew it was probably the wide and shocked eyes of said classmate staring at him through the very crack of light he was just complaining about.
He shot up in bed at seeing the expression, wondering what Aoyama was so astounded by, but after following his line of sight he realised that he was staring at his…arms?
Or moreover the tattoos on his arms.
Oh
OH SHIT
He shot his eyes back to Aoyama only to see him scrambling to his feet and back into his own dorm room, fuck, He needed to somehow explain to his classmate why he was covered in unholy ink paintings. Scurrying out of his bead and grabbing the closest shirt – which was a hundred percent dirty – and fumbling for his door handle to open then jogging over to his Neighbours door.
Raising his fist, he cautiously knocked on the door, Not a second later It was pulled wide open, and he was hastily pulled inside, hearing the door slam shut behind him he looked over to his classmate.
“T-this is not what it looks like!” completely ignoring his bugeye classmate “Mon Ami, YOU HAVE TATTOOS-“ “Shhhhhh” Scrambling Izuku hadn’t noticed that he had put his hand onto his classmates mouth to quieten him, that is of course before Aoyama stuck his tongue out to get his hand off.
Izuku had barely noticed the slimy muscle because he was currently wondering how to spill the beans of his real personality to his classmate.
Now don’t get him wrong this was not the first person to find out about his smoking habit, not only 2 weeks ago had his best friend. Hitoshi, also accidently found out about it…
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It was Three am on a Tuesday night at the 1-A Dorms, Aizawa had an extra patrol tonight, so he had missed his and Izuku nightly smoke breaks, as a result it was just Izuku, on his balcony instead of the roof, too tired from the days intense training to climb and sneak all the way u. Leaning against the railing, headphones in and blasting, he didn’t seem to notice his Best friend come out of his own balcony door right next door.
Hitoshi only wanted to get some fresh air after staying laid awake scrolling through his phone, having completely given up on sleeping. Thanks Insomnia. Not expecting to see his Best and only Friend out there already.
His brain hadn’t comprehended the very visible smoke coming out of his mouth and the equally visible tattoos and piercings covering his upper body. until it did.
“What the actual fuck” He knew that his Friend was very different to what others think he is, personality wise. But this was a giant step, from some dry, dirty humour and swearing.
Now normally Izuku would freak out and try to make up some excuse to why he was out there. But this was not the time to be normal, he was tired, sleep deprived, and his depression and anxiety just suddenly decided to show up at full force this night.
So instead of freaking out, he just slid a glance at Hitoshi and smirked in amusement at his best friends’ state, “Hi ‘Toshi”
Hitoshi didn’t necessarily care about Izuku’s habit, especially after hearing his reasoning as to why he does it in the first place, so by the end of their sudden revolution of things they know about each other, he simply ends the conversation with a “Goodnight Izu, See you in the morning” “Goodnight ‘Toshi”.
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Izuku snapped out of his thoughts from the close-up face of his sparkly classmate, “Mon Ami?” he shot his eyes to his friends and quickly exclaimed “Please please please, don’t tell anyone! I wanna be able to tell them myself!”.
Aoyama Hesitated, This was his classmate, his friend, the innocent cinnamon roll of his class, who showed everyone kindness. But this was some of the juiciest Gossip he has ever had the privilege of seeing, the ‘innocent cinnamon roll of class 1-A’ was actually not so innocent and defeatedly not a cinnamon Roll if those tattoos- AND piercings!? Have anything to say about it.
Ultimately, he chose the right choice and pouted “fineeeee”.
Izuku positively lit up “thank you so much Aoyama-San!” He slightly bowed, then ran back to the door “See ya in class!” and walked out.
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A couple weeks later and Izuku had nearly forgotten about the interaction, he was currently in the support course department to get his costume alternated, he wanted to make the fabric a lot more durable, especially since he was going to be underground hero and had a bigger chance at getting stabbed or something like that.
Three people were now about to get all his measurements, he stood on the little heightened circle and spread his arms wide, the other students started to measure him, but seemed to be having some difficulties. He glanced down at them and gave a friendly smile “is there something wrong?” the girl he was looking at, Sakura-San huffed “Your school uniform is getting in the way of your body so we can’t get your proper measurements, could you take your shirt off?” shit, how the fuck is he gonna get out of this one!? He’s not.
“oh um, is that really necessary?” the sweat dropped, She raised an eyebrow, “what? Are you shy? It's fine, we’ll be quick, if we don’t do this properly your costume could do the exact opposite of what you want it to do.” He sighed defeatedly and slowly took off his shirt.
All three gasped, he hesitantly looked at them and saw how they were staring at his tattoos and nipple piercings, “I was definitely not expecting that” the boy, Tanaka-kun breathed, the two girls were very openly ogling his body, he wasn’t that dense, he knew he was hot, his Toned body that showed be worked hard to his baby-faced freckled cheeks, and the sexy tattoos and piercings. He knew he looked good. Unlucky for them, he’s as straight as a circle.
After they stop ogling the second girl, Hori-San gasps and quickly pulls the other two support students over to the other side of the room, they were whispering, and the other two’s faces lit up at whatever Hori-San said. They all collectively nodded and bounced back over to Izuku.
“So, we have a proposition.” Izuku blinked, taken aback. Tanaka-Kun saw his confusion and clarified “We and some students from the business course have a joint assignment, and we think you could be the perfect person to help us!” “What’s the assignment?” Izuku asked.
“It’s a fashion magazine cover! But instead of normal fashion it's for support items and costumes. So, our part would be making the costumes, the Business course students would do the marketing and editing parts and you would be our model!” Sakura-San exclaimed.
Izuku was intrigued but also wanted to know what he got out of this, He asked as such. “Oh! well ... .um...” Izuku sighed and was about to decline the offer, he really just wanted to get this fitting done as soon as possible so that he can get his costume as fast as he can. “Wait! We will put your Name on the top of the list of costumes to make, so instead of a couple of weeks, you will get yours in three to five days!”.
Well shit. That’s a really good offer.
“Fine, I will be your model. BUT I can’t have too many distinctive features put out there because I’m going to become an underground hero” The three of them all enthusiastically nodded their heads “Sounds perfect!”
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Izuku was completely feeling himself up right now, He knew he was killing it with this whole modelling thing.
The six other people in the room also seem to be thinking so as well, Sakura, Hori and Tanaka were touching up his position and costume every couple of minutes, and the three other business course students were standing off to the side with shocked faces and awe filled eyes. They knew that they hit the jackpot.
The other three students still hadn’t seen the ‘main event’ as the costume designers put it, which he believes is his tattoos and abs. They were about to. After the photographer finished with the millions of shots with his costume on, his new friends want some without his shirt and with some special effects made to imitate dirt and blood, to get the whole ‘hero vibe’ whatever that means.
They swiftly took him to the change room to get read for the next shoot and he was excited. Ten minutes later he walked out looking amazing, and the business course students, Takahashi, Suzuki, and Ito, were flabbergasted, who knew that this quirkless and happy-go-lucky cinnamon roll was a total hottie in a depressed emo kind of way.
They were excited to do their part of the assignment, they were some of the best online marketers in the class and they knew that they would win with the help of Izuku on the front cover.
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Izuku was in the common room kitchen minding his own business when he heard the screech. He thought I was a villain, or someone got hurt, something terrible like that, so like the Inspiring hero he wants to be he rushed to the main lounge area in a fighting stance ready to attack.
What he had thought was an important villain attack was just his classmate Mina staring wide eyed at a…magazine?
Oh, that’s the one he was in, nice.
…
fuck.
Everyone around them snapped their heads to him staring wide eyed, he tilted his head to the side confusingly before realising that he had said that aloud.
“SINCE WHEN DO YOU SWEAR!?”
“HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU GOT YOUR TATTOOS!?”
“SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE TATTOOS!?”
“WHEN DID YOU GET NIPPLE PIERCINGS!?”
“WHY ARE YOU ON THE FRONT COVER OF A MAGAZINE!?”
Everyone kept yelling over each other asking the same questions over and over again.
All except Katsuki, He walked his fine ass over – Really his ass is fine af – and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yelled, “ZUKU! SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET SO HOT!?” Everyone Went silent after that, Izuku’s eyes bulged out of his head as he stared at his childhood friend.
In Another universe Katsuki had shunned Izuku after he was diagnosed as quirkless, but not this universe. This one, Katsuki continued being friends with Izuku, He would chase away all of the bullies, but once they got into middle school, Katsuki nearly got a black mark on his record after the bullied put all of the blame on him. And he and Izuku had the idea of making it look like they hate each other and Katsuki become Izuku’s main bully, And in result to that all of the other bullies left Izuku alone Because the assumed that he would get enough beatings from Katsuki alone. And they just somehow kept up the facade when they arrived at UA and haven’t had a chance to talk about it, because of all of the league drama.
Enough about that though, back to the conversation at hand. Izuku’s brain finally caught up to the silence and he slowly smirked down at Katsuki – who was unlucky and Got His short height from his Mother – and lightly placed his hand on the others cheek, he leaned down, brushing his breath against Katsuki’s neck and smirking at the full body shiver he whisper in his ‘Straight masculine dom’ voice “I don’t know sweetheart, When did you get so cute?”
Katsuki’s face and neck burned, and he slowly leaned his weight onto Izuku.
They both seem to have totally forgotten that the rest of the class was here, including Jiro and Shoji who had hearing quirks and could hear his whispering. That was until Uraraka made her inhuman screech and ran away crying.
Everyone just stood still silently for a while and somehow all telepathically decided that they were gonna have this conversation another time, because so many things had just come to life.
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Nedzu, was later found by a petrified Hizashi Yamada, in his office covered in tea, cackling maniacally.