Chapter 15 - Hero World

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Izuku tried his best to do damage control as Ashido flung his clothes from his closet into his room, hitting his figurines and posters as they landed. She and Kaminari crashed his room in order to get him ready for his date. He was honestly surprised they got up this early just to dress him up. Well, Mina was obviously more awake then Denki, who was laying on Izuku's bed, already half asleep. His only task was translating, and since Mina was still trying to put an outfit together, there wasn't anything for Izuku to comment on yet.

"Midoriya, this is a disaster! You have absolutely nothing to wear!" Ashido exclaimed in utter frustration.
"Do you have one shirt without a slogan or word on it?! And no, I'm not letting you go out in that awful shirt saying date shirt up front!"
Izuku frowned, gathering his clothes as he made his way to his closet. He must have at least one plain shirt, right..? He had to.

After a deep dive into his closet, he fished out two plain shirts, one black and one dark green.
"Now this I can work with" Mina smiled, taking the items from Izuku and continuing her efforts. Izuku sighed, falling down next to Kaminari as the pink girl started searching in the pile of clothing on the ground.

"Man, why do you guys have to go out at the crack of dawn?" Kaminari complained.
[The sun is out already] Izuku pointed out.
"You know what I mean" the electric blonde mumbled, and yeah, they did have to leave early to catch the train and get to Hero World. Aizawa sensei had given them an evening curfew so they'd have to be back in time so in order to get the most out of their date, they'd have to leave earlier than one normally would.

"Izuku, this is criminal" Ashido stated, turning towards them while holding a pair of dark skinny jeans.
"Why have I never seen you wear this? Do you have any idea what kind of legs you've got? You gotta show them off, Mido!"
Izuku blushed, trying not to be thrown off by the comment, nor the indecent thoughts of his classmate that followed the statement.

He trained his legs a lot to improve his shooting style, true, but were they really as sexy as Mina made them out to be? Did Kacchan think they were sexy..? He never thought about it like that, not that Izuku could tell or hear, at least.
"Yep, you definitely gotta wear these, and put this shirt on top, it matches your eyes" Mina demanded throwing clothes at Izuku.
"Do you have a jacket or something? And not your All Might themed one"

"Aren't you demanding a lot there?" Kaminari snorted, making Izuku roll his eyes. He'll show them he doesn't only have hero merch and text shirts in his closet! It took a while before he found it, to his own embarrassment, but in the end Izuku managed to pull out a baggy light grayish jacket he once got from aunt Mitsuki for his birthday. He'd never really worn it to go outside before since the fabric was soft and he liked to wear it to be comfy when analyzing hero videos deep into the night.

"This is perfect! Alright, my mission here is done" Ashido stated.
"Finally" Kaminari groaned, getting up from the bed. I thought Mina was never going to find something she liked in Midoriya's closet. That guy only has one style and it's definitely not Mina's idea of date material. Hey! Izuku had style! Just because Ashido liked different things didn't mean his taste was worse!

"And Midoriya, we really need to go shopping together sometime cause this is an absolute nightmare" the pink girl added as she opened the door.
[It's not!] Izuku frowned.
"It is dude" Kaminari said.
"And coming from me, that says a lot"
What was that supposed to mean?! They left before he could ask...

Izuku huffed as he closed the door behind them, looking at the mess his room had become. He didn't have time to clean up now, not while he only had a few minutes left to get ready. Kacchan would kill him if he was late! And so he threw on the clothes Mina had selected, putting on his signature red shoes and darting downstairs. Kacchan was already waiting, of course he was. He was wearing a simple outfit, too. Black ripped jeans, a white shirt, a dark jacket, a bag slung over his shoulder, nothing fancy. But damn, it looked good on him.

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