Whoop here it is! What shall we do >:3.

As always, enjoy <3

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After drinking a few glasses of wine and watching half of season 1 you had dozed off- right when he was about to suggest you two turn in early for the night too... he found your sleeping face quite cute, but promptly turned off the TV and shifted carefully to lift you up.

You had awoken to the lack of sound but didn't move yet- when you realized he was carrying you you had to shift your face into his neck to hide your blush, he was so sweet, and you didn't want it to end.

Iida Tenya... Ingenium, one of the top pro heroes was carrying you to bed princess style- you half considered this was a realistic dream.

He easily used one arm to hold you as he opened your bedroom door, and managed to maneuver you under the blankets with a small breath of relief when you were tucked in.

He seemed to pause in his movements for a moment (you couldn't tell with your eyes kept closed), but went to the door quietly.

"Goodnight _____." And with the soft shut of the door you curled up more in your bed- your chest feeling warm and swirling. How would you sleep after such a perfect day?

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You did fall asleep- but you were awoken by a loud thump, and the smell of strong coffee drifted into your nose briefly- it was 730am.

It hadn't occurred to you since you were so preoccupied with IIda that the blonde hadn't planned or alluded to anything for your designated day- and you were left a bit at a loss as to what to do.

He seemed to be making breakfast though and there was no way you could go back to sleep so with a bit of energy you slid out of bed and got yourself presentable before leaving your room- wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tank-top.

He was making scrambled eggs, sipping coffee with his free hand- a towel hanging on his shoulder as you guessed he took a shower after working out.

He wore a red tank top and black athletic shorts that went past his knees slightly.

"Took you long enough to get up." He said softly, seasoning the eggs with what looked like cayenne pepper, your nose tickled.

You yawned and went over to the kettle and got yourself a cup of coffee. You fixed it up how you usually would before sitting down on the island bar stool, looking at him expectantly. There were a lot of eggs in the pan.

"You made dinner and now you're making breakfast? You'd make a great wife." You teased, smiling behind your mug as it rested on your lips- warming your hands.

He snorted, adding a little cheese and slapping 4 slabs of bacon on the pan beside it. (Vegetarian bacon and plant based egg if that's your thing :D)

"Who said it was for you, I'm still a stranger aren't I?" He said so seriously, but you could sense he was teasing- you could just feel it from behind his back.

"Thank you for dinner last night... It was really good." You countered, finding yourself smiling as you enjoyed the aromas of breakfast.

"Do you want pancakes?" You offered, recalling seeing a box of pancake mix in the cupboard.

"I don't like sweet things, plus those'll just make you fat." He said softly gulping down his black coffee.

You hm'ed considering his words, before hopping out the stool and getting the box of mix anyways, beginning to prepare it.

"I mean I like pancakes... I don't eat them often." You said beside him as you stirred the mixture.

He didn't respond, instead moved over to allow you to continue.

He glanced at your innocently moving form as you went to grab a little salt for the mixture- and you went back to stirring.

"You're gonna make them tough if you overmix, and if you add milk it's better." He said so beginning to plate the eggs and bacon- on two plates you noted.

A lopsided grin formed on your face as you went to the fridge and added a little milk and a pinch of cinnamon, quickly beginning to pour the mix into the pan- you'd just make 3 big pancakes.

"For someone who doesn't eat sweet things you sure know how to cook them. Thank you for the advice Martha Stewart." And with that he left your plate and went to the island to eat his food, now eyeing your hips as they swayed while you monitored the first pancake.

"Tenya is gone already huh... I guess all heroes probably start early..." you mumbled, pulling out your phone and turning on some soft quiet music to fill the room.

He continued to eat his breakfast, not caring to grace your comment about the other male so he drank more of the coffee he poured.

Things were comfortable, but you weren't sure what was going on.

"So... did you want to do anything... or.." you turned to look at him and caught him staring at you, a mouthful of bacon as he seemed to be thinking of his next words.

He swallowed before looking back to his meal.

What was going on in his mind? You felt a bit annoyed but at least it wasn't so bad, he didn't seem angry or annoyed at all, so you figured he was a morning person.

Once they were done you took your pancakes and the plate he made you and sat across from him.

"I mean... I don't want to spend the day together if you don't want to hang ou-" you tried to speak honestly but he held his butter knife out pointing to you to wait a minute.

He finished his last mouthful of food and gulped his coffee down.

"The hell you mean? Finish your food and we're leaving this place." He said so before standing up to wash his plate.

He was a weird one- but you were a little happy he was taking you somewhere, still... it was hard not to have your guard up.

You poured a little syrup on your pancakes before taking the first triple stacked bite, moaning softly at the taste before realizing he had cut himself a piece- standing right beside you as he surveyed it. Again you could feel the magnetic pull grow strong, as if your bodies were attracting one another together the closer you got. You could sense the electricity of heat wanting to build up if you only touched- but he kept his skin from yours, and you continued to eat as if nothing was happening.

"Cinnamon huh." And with that he walked away, seeming to approve of your addition.

You finished slowly, wanting to mentally prepare yourself for the day.

After doing your dishes you got up and he threw a pair of fingerless gloves your way, sliding his own pair into his pockets.

"Can I ask where we're going?" You perked up, slipping on your sneakers.

He smiled (it still looked sinister but oh well) and held open the door.

"We're going climbing. Hurry up." And with that you two were off in his black Corvette.

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It was indoor climbing, somewhere on the more industrial part of the main city so there were less people lingering around, also it was Monday so maybe that was it.

He mentioned the pulley system with the ropes and basically how they worked on the drive there, you found him to be a good teacher and was able to visualize it with some accuracy to compare to the real thing when you got there.

You had never been to one like this before- there were so many different rock climbing walls you were baffled where to start.

"I guess it's a good thing you ate that pile of sugar earlier, you'll need a lot of energy." He said so dusting his gloves with a bit of chalk as he set up the rope harness.

He walked over to you and helped you to maneuver the loops around both legs, it was slid up and adjusted between your legs and went around your hips- you were both connected to individual pulleys at the top of the rock space.

"This one is for beginners, try to watch me first and get the hang of it if you can." He said so with a confident grin and started up.

You were trying to learn, but it was hard not to admire the muscles straining along his back, there were many- and the workout shorts he had changed into for the climb were tighter to keep out of the way, and you could make out his perfectly sculpted as-

"Eyes up higher Miss Innocent. You need to keep up."

You bit your cheek- he caught you dammit.

He looked happy for the attention, and jumped away from the top and let himself drop down fairly quickly before landing behind you.

"You need help getting up there?" He said so idly, pointing to a few spots you could start at.

You refocused, deciding on a spot that had a lot of large grips in the pathway and began grabbing up.

"I think I have it..." you said with a determined look in your eye.

Upper body strength for women isn't as prominent as it is for men, let alone a top hero like Katsuki, but you felt you were doing okay, the pancakes were giving you the edge you needed to pull yourself up halfway fairly quickly.

"This is a pretty good workout-" you called down as he looked up at you.

"It is. I can see why you were looking earlier." He smirked seeing you sputter. The idea that he was checking you out made your heart activate into overtime and you tried to climb up but lost your footing- not realizing the tension on your rope was slack- and you were falling.

"Ohsh-!" You felt your body jerking down but was met with strong arms catching you at the back.

You immediately felt calm- but alert, it was a good sharp feeling but he seemed too concerned to notice your body glowing a soft yellow at the spots his bare arms held you.

"Jesus-! The hell is with this rope!" He cursed, setting you down as he began to readjust it around you.

"I made sure I tied this shitty rope right- if you had broken anything I'd have this fucking place-" you watched him robotically begin checking the ropes all around your hips for tension with the pulley system, kneeling to get easier access and you felt the need to tap him- you did so on the ear.

He stopped, you could swear you saw a slight reddening on the tips of them before speaking up softly with a small smile.

"I'm okay- I think I didn't adjust it tight enough to my hips earlier." You said so giving him an apologetic smile.

"Thank you for catching me- I wonder how many damsels you catch a week..." you joked lightly as he got up, scowling but scratching at the back of his head.

You could tell he was a bit embarrassed for making a fuss.

"Make sure it's all good to go next time, you could have snapped your neck if you fell wrong idiot..." he seemed to pout, but you were already good to go and made sure it was tight in all the right places before starting back up.

This time he merely watched you and stood underneath in case another mishap occurred- you got to the top and gave a triumphant smile before coming down slowly.

The rest of the time was spent with him instructing you- and at one point challenging you to a race to the top, him on a harder difficulty of course, and him winning by a landslide.

You liked that he wasn't going to go easy on you though, that wasn't who he was.

"I think its time to eat." You said washing your hands after handing him the gloves.

He wiped his face down with a towel he had brought and nodded.

"I got a place in mind down the street, come on." And with that you guys headed to the car.

You had thought to mention you could just walk there but there had already been a few fans that had stopped you two occasionally to get him to sign something or stand with a surly look on his face to take a picture- you could tell he was annoyed but he kept his cool.

Being a pro hero had its downs, sometimes you could feel others take pictures of him behind his back- mostly giddy fangirls, but it was still an invasion of privacy... you wanted to say something but he found small ways to reign you back in- so you let it go.

You two took the car to avoid any passerbys.

It was a little diner called Sams- and it smelled heavily of cold cuts and roasted sausage- your appetite was piqued ten-fold.

He went to the corner booth and ushered you across, hailing the waitress whom already knew his order for a spicy roast beef sandwich on rye bread and you settled for your own favorite sub.

"I'll admit I'm pretty surprised you never freaked out when your fans came up to you or asked for your picture." You said so sipping your iced-tea.

He scoffed leaning back heavily against the booth seat, draping his muscular arm around the top as he looked out the window at the passerby's.

"It's annoying as hell, but ranting and yelling takes longer to get them to scram then signing their shit and sending them on their way." He replied honestly.

You nodded smiling a little.

"You don't seem like the type to care about the fanbase of heroism... I hardly see any endorsements or products with your face or brand at the stores." You said so thoughtfully, stomach growling in protest.

He laughed a bit, that devilish grin on his face at the sound of your stomach as he looked right at you.

"I never cared about the money or the fame, I just knew I was meant to be number one and I reached it, everything else just came attached. The foods on its way."

You blushed a little, embarrassed he had heard, turning around to see the waitress bringing the huge sandwiches on her tray.

"You gave me crap for pancakes and you're about to eat a pack of lunch meat?" You smiled cocking your head as the plates were set down.

"Protein is different." He grinned taking a large bite out of it.

You somewhat wondered if he had canines- but the thought was pushed aside as you took the first bite of your food, the groan of approval unable to be contained in your throat.

"So good- and the bread is so fresh..." you closed your eyes and simply chewed and enjoyed the fresh meal.

He watched you for a few seconds with a small smile- knowing you would like the place before digging back in, you could smell the jalapeños in his sandwich from across the table.

You were curious.

"Has a fan ever done anything crazy to you? Or have you ever had to have bodyguards during events?"

He swallowed wiping his mouth.

"A shit ton of stalkers at first, which surprised the hell out of me. What idiot would try to piss me off and follow me home? When I debuted on live television I made it clear how fucking irritated I'd be if people wouldn't leave me the hell alone while I was taking my spot as the number one hero in my region. I really didn't spare any time with that PC bullshit for the media then." He said so looking out the street again, squinting his eyes as if remembering something that ticked him off before turning to look at you.

"So you're not a super fan then right? Or maybe you're just really good at hiding it." He leaned back again to sip his coffee.

You found the statement funny, and shook your head.

"I'm sorry number one hero Ground Zero- but if you saw my home before I was uprooted you would find no memorabilia, not even website searches." You said so with confidence.

"That doesn't mean I don't think you're cool though, I can admit that." You said so with a bit of sincerity as he grinned wider, leaning forward with his large hand to wipe a stray crumb from your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I get it. That's fine, I like you better than the usual fantasizing airhead that tries to take something from me."

You blushed a little at the familiar touch of his hand on your lips- even the small gesture made your lips tingle in excitement, you deemed your quirk hypersensitive towards him, and averted your eyes because he knew it too.

"Well thats good... thanks.." you occupied your mouth with a sip from your straw, he laughed once and went back to eating.

You weren't sure why he seemed so pleased- he kept grinning and staring at your with that hungry look in his eyes, but he was much more civil than the male that invaded your room yesternight. You wondered if he was simply toying with you first to get your guard down, but it was impossible to say you didn't enjoy the rock climbing and somewhat arrogant comments he'd make- it was confidence that was well deserved. You were catching small feelings and it made your unsure.

"You... why are you-" you couldn't find the words, and gave a small purse of your lips, a bit of a confused expression on your lips- you weren't going to sit in uncertainty forever.

He raised a brow and finished his sandwich with a blank look on his face.

"What?"

You wanted to be careful with your words, sure your teased him, but it was still a sensitive topic and he had his own feelings obviously.

"Why are you so... different than yesterday." You finally spoke out- eyes focusing on your plate as you decided to stuff your face as he thought of the answer.

"Like what? Why am I not yelling and pissed off or why am I not trying to to put some sort of moves on you like yesterday?" The question amused him, he leaned forward arms on the table- your blush intensified and you nodded.

"I'm just having a decent day for a change, and you don't annoy the shit out of me. You're not skittish like people who've met me, and you look at me like I'm another person. So I'm being civil. But if you wanna we can skip the going steady part and just-" you almost choked and shook your head rapidly waving your hand as you tried to swallow your mouthful, face as red as a cherry.

He laughed cynically sliding your ice tea into your hand.

"That's what I thought. So relax." He had that smirk on his face before he hailed the waitress over and paid for the meal swiftly. You were going to offer to pay since he had been feeding you the other 2 times but he rolled his eyes and ushered you two out.

He had to admit he was strangely much more calm around you- less volatile. He figured the quirk was partially to do with it, being around you made him feel more centered.

The small touches you did share were exhilarating to say the least- but he kept it to himself to simply enjoy the moment, knowing you were on high guard since the other day.

Also, he could still somewhat feel your emotions, and your complete lack of a guard or anticipation for something other than him being himself made him most at ease. He could feel you were just trying to enjoy your day with him and nothing more- though he refused to deny you were attracted to him as he was to you.

In the end, people pissed him off because they always had stupid alterior motives towards him, he was able to pick that up pretty quick- always being the top of his class and ahead of the pack when it came to noticing other people and their strengths. Women didn't want to sleep with him just because he looked good, they wanted to get pride from feeling like they obtained some sort of sex badge for sleeping with a hero.

He knew he was an asshole most of the time so they weren't there because of his personality- so for the most part in the beginning he kept it quick and clear. If they wanted sex he'd perform and send them on their way- they both got something from it. Doing that a good amount of times starts to feel devaluing at some point though, and he simply got more scathing and blunt the more women would slink their way towards him at formal events, hoping to be a part of his plans for the evening.

He felt mistrust towards males too, sometimes they wanted to befriend him for the publicity of it, so he cut those bastards off too, he didn't see the time in bullshit and friends either.