The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍?

We continued eating, talking and laughing while we stuffed our faces. I held my tray out to Izuku, and he poked around before grabbing a piece of chicken.

I could tell Izuku wanted to ask me something. He looked troubled, and every time he looked away it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself to say something.

"What is it?" I asked, putting some rice in my mouth.

"What do you mean?" He asked. We both sat cross-legged, facing each other.

"You look troubled. Like you have a question."

"Why do you have to be so perceptive? It's great until you notice something like that." He mumbled, looking down and breaking a clump of rice with his chopsticks.

I sighed, putting my elbow up on the back of the couch. "All part of the job of being cool, my cutie." I winked at him, causing him to flush. "So," I said, disregarding it since he'd been blushing practically all night long, "what's on your mind?"

He squirmed in his place, not really wanting to answer.

"Well, I wanted to ask you some questions, but I don't wanna make you mad." He admitted. I laughed, making him look up at me.

"Izuku, baby, please. I could never be mad at you." I smiled, pushing him on.

"Promise?" He said, reaching his pinky out to me.

"Promise." I said, linking my pinky with his. Our hands dropped, and Izuku paused a moment.

"What was your hero name?" He asked quietly.

"Ah, those questions." I said, chuckling. "I was waiting for one of you to ask." He looked up at me with those big eyes of his. They were beautiful up close. "Glitch." I said after a moment of staring at each other. "Glitch; The Mind Hero."

"Wow! That's an awesome hero name!" I chuckled, thanking him. He just seemed so happy just to be talking to me.

"It wasn't that hard to come up with, seeing as how I literally glitch." I said, pointing to my eyes and submerging into my headspace to make my eyes glitch out. "I'm guessing you're wondering about my hero costume as well?"

He paused before nodding shyly.

"I can put it on if you want." He choked on a bit his noodles, before swallowing.

"WhAt?"

"Aizawa sent me an updated hero costume fit to my current measurements a few years ago as a birthday gift. He told me it was incase I ever wanted try again or just impress people." I laughed, and Izuku chuckled. "I can go get it if you want." He nodded, mouth full of noodles. "Actually?" He nodded faster.

I put my tray down and walked to my bedroom, going into my closet. I grabbed the box that rested, untouched in the back. I opened it up, shoving aside the piles of old tests, scoring sheets and letters from Tomura, reaching to the bottom. I pulled it out. My old hero suit. I smiled softly, looking at it.

"How the hell do I put this on again?"

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"Ready?" I exclaimed from behind the wall, "I've got it on."

"I'm ready!" Izuku exclaimed back, sounding excited.

I slowly turned the corner, revealing myself to Izuku. God this was weird. The fabric was soft, making my skin sing with delight. The suit itself was skin tight yet somehow comfortable. My back was cold and exposed via a long slit that went down my spine. A grey scarf with the texture of steel wool hung around my waist limply, and my hair was up in a loose bun held in by a thin pencil like piece of metal. My face was hot from both blushing with embarrassment, and the mask which shielded my eyes. My feet clanked on the floor, soles of the boots thick with mechanisms, making me around 5'10 (1.7272 m).