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Well, it finally happened. Izuku hoped and prayed it wouldn’t get to this point, but now it finally had.
As he lay in Mei’s oversized bed, the girl wrapped around him while nuzzling up against the crook of his neck, he felt no desire to get up and make his way to class. No desire to continue his hero training. No desire to improve his Quirk output. No desire to do anything except stay in bed and continue cuddling until the sun burned out.
This wasn’t completely unexpected. After all, they had their big breakup and subsequent reunion just last night. Tensions had been high, which made the resolution afterwards that much more satisfying. He had never felt more comfortable in Mei’s arms, which meant he could hardly fathom the thought of separating from her.
“Pssst! Mei,” he whispered, unsure if she was awake or not.
Fortunately, she was, though only a little bit. “Huh? Wha? Morning already?”
Izuku glanced at the alarm clock, just five minutes away from going off. “Yup.”
“Oh…” She didn’t even try hiding the disappointment in her tone.
“You don’t wanna get up either, do you?” he chuckled, glad they were on the same page.
“I’ve achieved maximum comfort, Izuku. You can’t just replicate a phenomenon like this. If I let go, I might never be this comfy again.” She tightened her grip on Izuku just to be safe.
“Maybe we could give it another ten minutes?” Hopefully by then, the comfort would die down, and they could finally muster up the will to separate from each other.
“Works for me!” At that, the pair leaned even closer to the other’s touch, wanting to make the most of their time together.
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Ten Minutes Later…
“Okay, our time’s up,” Izuku said after another glance at the clock. “We should probably get up and get on with our day.”
“Yeah…” That was what they agreed on. But when the time came, neither bothered to move an inch. “...Izuku?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m even more comfortable than before.”
“Me too. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” His groans became muffled when he buried his face in Mei’s sternum. Any closer to the chest, and he would have gone completely catatonic due to exceeding maximum comfort levels. “If only I had some kind of Quirk that gave me extra appendages so I could get up without having to let go of you.”
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Meanwhile, Inside One for All…
“Ehhhhhhh…?”
“The answer is still no, Fifth.”
“Oh come on!”
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“What are we gonna do?” Mei began to panic. “Cuddling is supposed to help boost our productivity, but we can't be productive if we can’t get off the FREAKING BED!”
“Wait, hold on!” Mei shut her mouth and glanced over to Izuku, where she could see a familiar glint in his eyes.
“You have an idea, don’t you?”
“I do. It’s weird, it’s crazy, and it might end in embarrassing failure, but it might just work.”
“Sounds like all my usual ideas.”
“Then we’re already in good shape.”
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“Hey… Midoriya.” Kirishima greeted his friend as he stumbled into class, unsure of how to address the elephant in the room.
“Hey, Kirishima. How’s it going?”
“Good. Uh, you… look different today.”
“No, he looks the same,” Mei pointed out. “It’s just that I’m here clinging to him.”
Yes, for his genius idea, Izuku had Mei accompany him to class while continuously cuddling him, clinging onto his front side like a reverse backpack.
Naturally, this odd sight did not go unnoticed by the rest of the class. “Okay, now you’re just rubbing it in,” Mineta huffed bitterly, still without a cuddle buddy.
“Pardon me, but I fail to see a scenario in which this is allowed,” Momo politely called bullshit.
“It’s not, but Aizawa’s still not here,” Izuku shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides, we have most of the same classes, so it’s not like she’s missing much.”
“What about when it’s time for hero training, dumbass?” Katsuki pointed out. “How you gonna put on your hero costume with her clinging to ya. Hell, how did you even get dressed today?!”
“It wasn’t easy, but we figured it out!” Mei sounded proud of them, even though their solution for that problem was to simply tear their clothes off and slap on a new pair.
“I predict today will consist of an unfortunate series of events for you both.” Tokoyami shook his head while also pulling out his phone to record said unfortunate events.
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“And as you can see, the graph here displays exponential growth as a result of the x becoming an exponent.” Ectoplasm gestured to the board as part of his math lesson, and while Izuku was busy jotting all this information down, soaking up facts like a sponge, there was someone else right in front of him who was noticeably struggling.
“Izuku, I can’t see the board,” whispered Mei, who struggled to turn her head far enough without breaking her neck.
“Maybe you could cuddle me from behind?” he suggested, earning a pout from the girl.
“But statistically speaking, your front side is the best side; it’s got your face, your eyes, your freckles, your lap, and your boobs.”
Izuku glanced away, red overtaking his face. “...Do you have to call them boobs?”
“You call mine boobs.”
“I call them breasts. Mineta calls them boobs.”
“Oh yeah… Either way, yours are boobier.”
Izuku would beg to differ, but he’d rather focus on fixing the issue at hand. “If I ask Yaoyorozu to make you a mirror, will you stop calling them boobs?”
“Fine, but they’ll always be boobs to me.”
“...Thanks?” He chose to accept that as a compliment.
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Surprisingly, having to complete a hero exercise with Mei strapped to his front side wasn’t as hard as it sounded. Yes, she was heavy, but after ten months of beach training, Izuku was used to carrying around heavy things. Besides, having someone constantly cuddle him worked as a great form of moral support - that alone made him feel three times lighter.
“You’re doing great, Izuku!” Mei encouraged as Izuku ran down the empty hallway, as the hero exercise involved Die Hard-ing it all the way to the top floor of the building, while other classmates tried to stop him. “At least, I think you are. I can only see so much with this mirror.”
“Well, you can still be my second pair of eyes. Let me know if anyone’s trying to sneak up behind me.”
“Will do!” Mei nodded as Izuku turned the corner. When he did, he couldn’t help but stumble back at the sight at the end of the hallway; Toru, Ojiro, and Kirishima all working together to operate a giant BB-pellet machine gun with the Yaoyorozu logo on it.
“There he is! Fire!” At Kirishima’s command, a flurry of pellets flew across the hallway, catching Izuku off guard, but not enough for them to actually connect. Instead, someone else managed to take those blows.
“Ow! Ow! Owowowowow!” Mei grunted as dozens upon hundreds of pellets bombarded her in the back, like the world’s least relaxing massage.
Izuku gasped, quickly leaping away from the rain of pellets. “HEY! Mei is not a human shield.” As green lightning surged around his body, the machine gun-wielding trio immediately knew they were fucked.
Even as they kept up their fire, Izuku effortlessly weaved around the bullets like an action movie protagonist. Within moments, he had closed the distance between them, and there wasn’t much else they could do but accept their fate.
“Nice one, Izuku,” Mei complimented, though she was still wincing in pain from the earlier onslaught. Absently, she thought about adding a regular shield onto Izuku’s hero costume so he wouldn’t have to use a human one.
“No problem. Hopefully, we should be fine from here on out. The worst is behind us.”
“IZUKU! THE WORST IS BEHIND YOU!” Mei meant in a literal sense. Izuku didn’t even think before turning around and delivering an axe-kick to a surprisingly stealthy Bakugo.
“Fucking… ow!” He rubbed his now-bleeding head, all while Izuku wondered how he was still conscious. “Move aside, Deku! I’m only after Hatsume this time!”
“Wait, me?” Mei pointed at herself, surprised. Izuku felt a similar way, but only because Katsuki actually managed to remember someone’s name.
“Yes, you!” I finally realized you’re the one who dumped all that trash in my room!”
“Hey! Just because my babies were half-finished doesn’t make them trash,” she scoffed, turning away from the blond. “Izuku, kick his ass.”
“Okay.” And he proceeded to do just that.
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Of course, Mei still had her own duties to attend to, ninety-nine percent of which involved the support lab in some manner. As such, when lab time rolled around, she and Izuku switched places, with him being the one to cling to her. Some might see this arrangement and assume it to be awkward or unruly, but when it came to cuddling, they both found themselves to be perfectly in sync.
“Hammer.” Mei held out her hand expectantly, not even bothering to look up from her work.
“Hammer.” Izuku plopped the tool in her grasp, which she made use of before quickly discarding.
“Wrench,” she requested once more.
“Wrench,” Izuku supplied, like the perfect lab assistant he was.
“Blowtorch.”
“Blowtorch.”
“Peanut butter.”
Peanut… butter?” As confused as he was, he still followed her command, finding a jar of peanut butter inexplicably placed on top of her toolbench. As he did that, he spared a glance at Mei’s progress, which was shockingly minimal. “No offense, but I hope you don’t plan on working on this all night.”
“What? Of course not!” Mei laughed off the notion, something that she wouldn’t have dreamed of just a few weeks ago. “We still have to get back and cuddle for real, don’t we?”
“That we do,” Izuku nodded. And though it went unsaid between the two of them, the sentiment was as clear as day; they may have had fun cuddling throughout the day, but nothing beats snuggling up together on the oversized bed in Mei’s room. Just the two of them, basking in each other’s warmth.
They couldn’t have asked for anything more.