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I did this comic back in May and uhhh I somehow did not post until now 😅
I work for a furniture store in the office/accounting area. This actually happened in front of me when I was a cashier there. Cute izuocha-like couples really do exist out there 😭💗🙏🏼🙏🏼
It’s been a long time since I’ve drawn something I actually like.
I wanted to post my video process but tumblr doesn’t like it when I try and post vids :(
What do you think of the idea of Uraraka helping Deku with mastering Float, and maybe learning about One for All because Deku wanted her help?
*Spoilers*
I think Uraraka’s float is different than the levitation quirk Nana had. So there’s only so much Ochako Can do to help Deku out with this discovery.
I don’t think Deku would seek her out immediately without accepting the fact he will have to explain OfA to her. Ochako isn’t a dummy so I know she probably has her own suspicions about Deku’s unique quirk manifestations. I secretly hope this somehow plays into her finding out about OfA and growing closer with deku 😳 but I won’t keep my hopes too high 😂
I feel kinda dumb because I thought Uraraka gave Deku the All Might ornament and Deku gave Uraraka the mochi chips, but it was the other way around.
They didn’t give each other gifts.
It was a gift exchange. Both Izuku and Ochako put gifts that reflect who they are as a person in the pile and the gift was selected at random. Both Izuku and Ochako just so happened to receive one of the others gift AT RANDOM.
I love izuocha as much as the next person but I think the fandom forgets and seems to believe they both gave each other the gifts, premeditated.
In all honesty, I love the fact that they received it at random because it gives the scene of them appreciating the “thoughtless” gift as something so much more to them.
A lil redraw of Hori’s sketch ☺️💗💗
Kirishima is to katsuki as Boyle is to Jake 😂
I keep forgetting I have a tumblr 🙃
“You’re okay?” relief seeps through in her voice, even as she asks the question, because she’s seen him in far worse states of aliveness: eyes glazed over, shallow breathing, unresponsive, covered in his own blood. But this time, he’s looking straight at her, and there’s a weary but soft grin on his face. He reaches his arm up, the material of his gloves all but vaporized (again), and she cradles his hand as it meets her face to wipe away tears.
“I’m okay,” he puffs out, partially from laughter and partially from exhaustion.
"It’s not funny, I don’t know any boyfriends who make their girlfriends cry as much as you do,“ she defends, "Weren’t you the one who was always crying when we were at UA? What happened to that?!"
Out of the corner of his eyes he can spot the paramedics rushing over to prod him, and knows time’s about up on their exchange.
"Guess I rubbed off on you, huh?”
the broken glass was, in fact, an afterthought
Day 2
Injury/Recovery
Rain sucked.
Really. It soaked into his hero suit, making the thick material cling to his skin. Which, did nothing to stop the chill from leaking into his bones. His hair, ever the mess, was plastered against his forehead, getting in his eyes, letting rainwater drip down his face, and all together making life a lot more difficult than it needed to be. Izuku pushed his bangs out of the way for the umpteenth time and sighed.
At least patrol was over with, finally.
It was a boring day, with crime rates being nonexistent, thanks in large part to the relentless rain that curtained the city. Izuku knew he should be grateful for the slow day; no crimes meant no lives at risk. But being out in weather like this was absolutely dreadful.
He thought briefly about stopping back at the agency to change. He really did. The thought of warm, dry clothes was so utterly enticing, but then Izuku realized he’d have to trudge back through the torrential downpour, just to get home, thus retroactively negating getting dry in the first place. So here he was, still decked out in his hero gear, soaked through to the bone and shivering, dragging his feet back to his apartment.
Izuku sighed. Just another block to go.
There weren’t many civilians out. Only a handful of people dared to brave the storm, huddled under their umbrellas and walking at a brisk pace, barely sparing Izuku a passing glance. Which was probably a good thing. Izuku wasn’t sure if anyone really wanted to see the current number four hero looking akin to a drowned rat.
He dashed across the street, boots sloshing through yet another puddle. Crap. Izuku shivered, wincing as he felt more chilled rainwater slosh into already waterlogged his shoes. There was no escaping the many puddles that littered the streets and alleyways, and Izuku had honestly given up hours ago. That didn’t mean he liked getting water in his boots, however. It was cold, and wet, and he was starting to lose sensation in his toes.
Izuku just bent his head and powered onward, thoughts of a warm shower, dry clothes, and a much needed nap filling his mind. Just a little farther, and he could get out of this costume. And get warm. And get out of this awful rain.
When his building finally appears around the corner, Izuku felt like he could cry with relief. He didn’t, of course; crying would take too much energy. Energy he did not have, thanks to the dreary and dreadful day. He fumbled for his wallet, hidden in one of the many pouches on his utility belt, and pulled out his keycard. Or, tried to. His cumbersome gloves paired with his numb fingers made things rather difficult. Which left Izuku standing outside his apartment building, fighting with his wallet for a good five minutes before he finally managed to free his keycard and swipe himself inside.
Stupid security measures. Izuku got it; safety was vital, especially given how many celebrities and heroes lived in this complex. But dammit, he just wanted a warm shower. Was that really too much to ask?
Apparently it was- Izuku got stopped by the doorman, who insisted upon asking him about his day, which while quite polite, left Izuku shivering miserably and dripping all over the white tile floors.
Then, he missed the elevator and had to wait for it to travel six floors up- and yes, he counted- before coming back down. And of course, just as he was getting on, another five people dashed up, hollering for him to hold the elevator. Izuku did, of course; he was raised to be polite, after all. But he was gritting his teeth the whole time, shivering and trying to not look as pathetic as he felt.
Of course, because life apparently hated Izuku in this moment, each person needed a different floor. Because of course they did. So Izuku had to wait as the elevator stopped five different times, on five different floors, before he could get to his. Why he ever agreed to stay in a ten story building downtown, Izuku didn’t know. He was certainly regretting such decisions, now.
The elevator finally pinged for his floor, and Izuku stumbled out, heaving a sigh.
Ugh.
He was dragging by the time he reached the appropriate apartment door. Unable to even lift his boots, the staccato squelches came accompanied by the squeaks of wet sneakers on linoleum. Izuku fumbled with his keys. His numb fingers made things difficult, and curses crowded his tongue. Dang it. He resorted to yanking his gloves off with his teeth and letting them flop onto the doormat. It helped; Izuku was able to get the right key into the doorknob at last.
One twist and the door sprung open. Izuku fumbled his way inside, kicking at his gloves to get them across the doorway. He’d pick them up, but he was so tired. Izuku was afraid that if he bent over now, he’d fall over and wouldn’t be able to get back up.
The floor would be too comfortable, and his limbs too leaden.
Once Inside, Izuku was met with warmth and the savory smells of dinner. He somehow managed to shoulder the door closed behind him, and began the ever difficult process of untying and kicking off his boots. The strings were soggy and waterlogged, making Izuku grimace. Gross. His fingers, now tingly, still felt cumbersome as he tugged at the knotted string. Izuku leaned heavily against the wall for balance as he muscled his shoes off, a sigh breezing past his lips as he freed his feet from their cumbersome and damp confines. There. He picked up the boots and placed them on the mat with the rest of the neatly organized shoes. The socks came off next; Izuku ripped them off, grimacing at the way they dripped.
Ugh.
Distantly, Izuku registered the sounds of rustling and movement from within the apartment, but his mind was singularly focused. He trudged past the living space and kitchen, staggering his way to the bedroom. There was a pause, and the clank of dishes echoed through the space. “Izuku?” a voice called. He managed a hand wave as he crossed the threshold, hands already fumbling to remove his rain drenched costume.
A shiver wracked his body as he peeled away the soggy fabric. He stripped down to his boxers, dumping the wet costume in the hamper with a sigh. Izuku ran a hand through his damp hair. Should he shower now, or…?
Warm hands caressed his shoulders, skidding down to his waist. Izuku hummed and leaned into the touch. The warmth and care chased the chill away, and he melted as Ochako pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Hey,” she murmured.
He smiled. “Hey.”
“Long patrol?”
Izuku shrugged. “Boring, mostly. The weather was awful, though.”
She hummed, the vibrations tickling his skin from where she pressed against him. “I hate patrols in the rain,” Ochako murmured. “I always end up drenched.”
That was the understatement of the century, and Izuku couldn’t help the snort. He felt her smile curve into the back of his neck, and she hugged him tighter. “Go take a hot shower,” she said. “I’ll finish dinner, and then we can cuddle. Okay?”
Izuku twisted in her grasp so that he was facing her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Okay,” he said, voice soft. It was moments like these, quiet, behind closed doors, that he liked the most. After it was all said and done, they took care of each other.
Rain sucked, but having a warm place to come to made it all better.
Double Date!!
IZUOCHA WEEK 2020 ↳Day 1: After Work
Hey there, I’m sure there’s a few obvious questions regarding our event that require answers. So I’m here to clarify things as much as I can! My name’s Mod Cookie and I’ll be one of your main (probably too outspoken) mods this year. But let’s move on to the questions shall we?
I thought Izuocha Week was held in November on this blog?
You’re not wrong! In the previous two years it was held (2017 & 2018) it was run during the last week of November. However, last year we received some complaints about the timing. We understand a lot of you guys were in school and having finals or else were on a holiday break with family. We totally heard you on that. Not to mention, it’s pretty hectic to hold the week then for us too!
We decided to try to adjust the schedule to something a bit more manageable in that regard. It’s hardly perfect, we know. And we apologize if the change confuses any previous participants, but we’ve decided this is the best way to move forward.
Okay, so why February 26th? A lot of us still have school then too.
The reason we decided to go with this date over any other though actually stems from canon. February 26th is, in fact, the day that Ochako and Deku met as stated in chapter three of the manga! It’s such an important day for our ship–especially since, outside of this moment, Horikoshi rarely mentions a solid date–so it feels only right to have our celebration of the ship on such an important day for them!
I’ll be putting the rest of the questions under a cut so as not to take too much space on your dashboards 🤗
Izuocha Week is a seven-day-long celebration dedicated to the relationship between Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka of My Hero Academia!
We’re very excited to bring you the third edition of Izuocha week! The mod team has come together with renewed vigor to organize the event, so we hope you guys will enjoy this event and help us celebrate these incredible future heroes and the bond that they share! Plus Ultra!
✨ 🌸 **February 26th— March 3rd || 2020 Prompts List🍀 ✨
Day 1: Going Abroad / After Work
Day 2: Injury / Recovery
Day 3: Silent Night / Crack of Dawn
Day 4: Broken Glass / Part of Me
Day 5: Try to Forget / Muse
Day 6: Flight / Losing Time
Day 7: Double Meaning / New Addition
You may interpret the prompts however you want— they’re meant to help inspire and guide you as you create your art! However, they’re not required to use, so if you come up with something completely unique feel free to submit!
Make sure you place the tag within the first 5 tags so it appears in the tags (otherwise we might miss it!) If your works still don’t appear in the tags, send us a link through the submission page or by a message to our askbox and we’ll reblog it!
**If this is your first time participating, or you need a refresher: please be sure to read the Rules and Guidelines here! They’re important, so you know all the do’s/don’ts.**
Banner credited to: @vixensheart
✨ We hope to see you join in the fun and spread the cheer as we celebrate Izuocha during this special event! ✨
