Whenever it was All Might's turn to teach his shared classroom of 1. A. He focused primarily on the history of pro heros including himself. That blonde is such a fanboy of all heroes alike, it only made everyone assume All Might and Midoriya were related even more than before. Today, apparently his topic of the day was himself, and the question was one that kept the classroom silent for some odd reason...

"Sidekicks and tag team heroes aren't uncommon in the slightest," All Might humbly explained with a cherished smile. "Most tag teams or sidekicks are married couples or long term friends. In fact, I've had a partner in the past! Who knows what his name so happens to be?" And that's when the silence began.

After a moment of long awaited silence, All Might frowned. You wanted to let the class answer a question for a change since you already know what's to learn ahead of time on most days. Therefore, it was your time to shine. A breath of air brushed past your lips as your legs pulled you up to stand tall and proud. Your eyes were grey and blank with a notable boredom as they bored into the blackboard of messy white dust. "You, All Might, has only ever had one sidekick, and he was Sir Nighteye," you answered All Might's initial question. He needed the pick me up more than anything and it sure worked.

"Looks like I have a little fangirl in here!" All Might chuckled.

"More she's just a know it all..." Mineta grumbled under his breath.

Midoriya shot up from his seat. "That's not nice Mineta! I highly respect (Y/n) for being smarter than most of us-"

"Although I respect you standing up for (Y/n) it is highly unnecessary Midoriya," Aizawa stepped in, and well, it wasn't an inviting sight. Aizawa's bloodshot eyes of steel shot daggers at the two interrupting talkers of the class. "Mineta, go to the hallway. And Midoriya, keep comments to yourself. (Y/n) can handle things on her own."

"Y-yes Mr. Aizawa," Midoriya grew red in the face, forehead dripping in sweat. The boy reluctantly took his seat. His breath became captured without escape within his throat upon noticing you were staring at him all enthralled by his heroic act. From that moment on, his emerald eyes remained stuck upon the wooden face of his desk unable to look at the girl that made his heart do flops and spins.

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"Dude you almost blew it!" Kirishima pats Midoriya on the back.

"What're you saying!?" Kaminari gasped. "He long blew it!!! Everyone in class knows you're crushing over the teacher's daughter now!"

"W-what!?" Tears began to well up in Midoriya's terrified eyes of wonder. "(Y/n) is All Might's daughter!?" O-of course I somehow ended up crushing on my mentor's daughter. What is wrong with me? Do I even legitimately like (Y/n)? My obsession with All Might runs too deep...

"Um no," Kaminari cleared his throat. "Actually she's Aizawa's daughter."

"That's even worst!!!" Midoriya pulled at his hair to hide his eyes. "No wonder Aizawa's been hating on me lately. It's too much pressure!"

"How do you even know this bro?" Kirishima tried to calm down Midoriya to the best of his ability. Everybody knows just how badly his anxiety can get around girls he likes, Uraraka being the first. He's gone silent, stuttered, fainted, even pissed his pants around her. Luckily Midoriya has gotten over that crush, only to be replaced with another.

"How do I know Aizawa has a daughter?" Kaminari hummed, tapping his chin. "THAT'S CAUSE AIZAWA THREATENED ME!!!!" The blonde jumped up straining his voice.

"Oh crap," Kirishima pressed hands to Midoriya's ears since he didn't need to get worked up anymore than he already has. Midoriya fought Kirishima off though, and wanted to hear everything.

"Before I-Island I asked out (Y/n)," and thus the story began. "Apparently (Y/n) blabbered about it to Aizawa and he cornered me. He told me to keep away from his daughter cause he wants me to keep my penis out of things," Kirishima spits hearing that last comment. "Ha ha very funny dude! He told me my penis does all the talking because it has more brain cells than I do!"

"This isn't helping anyone!!!" Kirishima fell on the floor, clutching to his chest, he's laughing to the point he can't breathe.

"At least Midoriya's taking everything I say seri-" Kaminari caught Midoriya red handed, his lips sucked up into his mouth, cheeks puffed out and the inability to release air. "Fine I'm a pervert... Doesn't mean Aizawa had to shove it in my face."

"I'm sorry!" Midoriya blurted out upon erupting into laughter but calmed down relatively soon after getting the weight off his chest. "I still want to... Want to see if (Y/n) at least likes me back," he grew silent by lowering in volume little by little with each word spoken.

"Then just be secret about it," Kaminari suggested.

"How?"

"Aizawa's already watching you like a hawk. So like... I guess just be a good friend around her so he doesn't suspect anything," disguise dating as friendly banter as Kaminari would call it.

"Are you telling me that I need to get friendzoned?" Midoriya sighed feeling his options shrink smaller and smaller.

"No... That's not what I meant," Kaminari sighed too.

"I think he means become friends with (Y/n) and ask subtle questions that may hint that she likes you or not," Kirishima finally invited himself back into the man to man conversation.

"Like if she's eyeing anyone in the class," Kaminari hummed.

"Or you can snoop through her notebook to see if she writes about any of the guys," Kirishima suggested.

"Dude... You don't do that," Kaminari shook his head.

"Well it was an idea," Kirishina glanced the opposite direction.

"I may be a perv but I have standards," Kaminari dismissed the idea quickly and got back to Midoriya. "First things first, learn how to be calm around girls. Second, become friends with (Y/n). Me and Kirishima will keep Aizawa occupied whenever you feel ready to talk to her."

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"Okay Midoriya, be like All Might! Talk to (Y/n) like a man!" Midoriya began his own little pep talk that wasn't very low key. His classmates heard endless scrambled mumbling all throughout the main room in the dormitory mistaking them to come from none other than their residential All Might Fanboy. Some gave him props for finally having the confidence to ask you out, others were annoyed and some didn't care. Midoriya didn't have all the time in the world to talk to you, Kaminari was already keeping look out for a wandering sleeping bag. This was now or never.

"Okay I'm ready!" Midoriya put on his game face. He walked with his head held high and confidence behind each step until he was face to face with your bedroom door. Not according to plan, your bedroom door swung inwards just as his fist was about to collide with it, colliding with your cheek instead. "Oh-Oh-Oh my God I'm so sorry (Y/n)!!!" Midoriya's confidence was washed down the drain as he apologized over and over like a broken record.

"Quit apologizing, things happen," you massaged your aching cheek and watched all so very amused to Midoriya's frantic apologetic bows. "Midoriya, I said everything's fine. You can stop now," the boy still wasn't listening. What else can you really do right now? Is he deaf? Maybe hiding back in your room is the better option.

"Okay then... Bye Izuku," you closed the door abruptly and scared the boy out of his wits.

"You blew it again!" Kirishima came running onto the scene.

"Shhh she can still hear you through the door!" Midoriya harshly whispers pressing a finger to his lips.

Kirishima bent his knees, matching Midoriya's height. "You still blew it bro," he whispered back.

"Blew what?" You threw the door open upon hearing them argue. "Please tell me you two aren't planning to prank me or something," you shied behind the door slightly. "If you do, I was given permission to beat any guy in class."

"Actually!" Kirishima held up a finger. "Midoriya here wanted to know if you wanted to train with him," Midoriya gasped when he pressed his hands to his sides. "His usual partner isn't feeling it today."

"Why me? Why can't you train with him instead?" You were shutting down and quick.

"I have to study with Bakugou tonight so I can't," Kirishima wasn't lying. Actually, he's supposed to be studying right now and pushing Bakugou's buttons in doing so.

"Still... No," you tried to smile but couldn't. "I was going out for dinner. So maybe another time."

"I'll pay for dinner if you'll train with me afterwards!" You blinked, slightly astonished. Did Midoriya just ask me out?

"Are you being legit? Do you seriously want to train or is this your secret way of asking me on a date? Just be honest with me, I'll say yes either way," finally you stepped out from behind your bedroom door to face the boys up front. Afterall, Midoriya was one of few boys you've grown to respect.

"I mean... Do you l-like me?" Midoriya instinctively grabbed at his hair in fistfull.

"Enough to go on a date with you," you grinned.

"Then yeah... I'll take you out to dinner," Midoriya's voice cracked like a prepubescent boy. He's swimming in anxiety again no doubt. It didn't stop Kirishima from bolting away and throwing his hands high into the air. He made sure to leave the hallway before howling a victory cry. You both still heard it and chuckled.

"Not so fast you two," you both gasped hearing Aizawa lay down the rules. He had a vein popping from his forehead and an unconscious fried Denki wrapped up in his scarves. "(Y/n) you know you aren't allowed to date. Midoriya I also told you to not talk to (Y/n)."

"Protective much?" You huffed, throwing shade your father's way. "It's bad enough you force me to learn the class material before you teach the class, you're like always breathing down my neck, and I can't even choose my friends because of you. The least you can do is cut me some slack and let me go on this ONE date," you glared at Aizawa and he did the same. It was like a mirror image of each other. Literally, it was a mirror image. Your quirk was shape shifting as well as quirk copying/erasing, two or technically three quirks. Quirks that can't be used in unison most of the time. Its called Mirror Image and well... You're mirroring your father right now.

"Too much prssure!" Midoriya squeaked, unable to look at either of you finding it downright creepy.

"Fine," one of the Aizawa lashes out at the other. His hand gripped the other one's chin tightly in his grasp. "You're such a pain in my ass (Y/n)... You know how much I hate it when you copy me. So turn back and you may have your date."

"Deal!" The captive Aizawa exclaimed and slowly shifted in appearance to the sweet girl Midoriya's came to love inside and out. "I'll be back later and you should really take a chill pill... Izuku's an angel compared to all of the other guys who's asked me out on a date in the past, I know you can agree on that," Aizawa's too much of a protective dad. Anyone Can see that! 97.66% of the universe has no idea you're even his daughter in the first place!!!

"Midoriya being better than most guys, THAT much I can agree with," Aizawa regrets to agree with his troublesome pet he calls a daughter. "Be back on campus by 10-"

"Or else I'm grounded yadda yadda yadda," you took Midoriya by the hand. "Goodbye!" You can't explain how excited you were to get off your ball and chain even if a gun was forced to your head. Walking around freely was such a rarity it felt ungodly off just leaving UA campus without your father tailing closely behind.

"So Izuku I was thinking about going to this cafe about a block away-" just one glance at the boy with a bush for hair and you could've sworn he was just one split second away from exploding. He's so red in the face and shaking like crazy. Not to forget how sweaty his hand was...

You retracted your hand to brush it off against your jacket. "It's cute how shy you're being Izuku but I'm seriously worried that you may pass out," you've never seen a boy nervously shake so much in all your life.

"I've just been... I've just been waiting... Waiting to take you out for a date for so long that... That I'm both shocked I scored you and unsure if I'm dreaming or not," I'm blowing my chances aren't I!? Just shut up Izuku and treat her nicely like Kirishima and Kaminari told me!

"Well..." Your hand planted across his cheek. "Does that answer your question?"

"You didn't have to hit me..." He frowned massaging his cheek.

"Sorry," you shrugged. "Its tough love in my house."

"Which reminds me," Midoriya stared at you straight on. "How's Aizawa your dad? Isn't he a bit young to have a kid our age?"

"That's exactly the story," you exclaimed. "He slept with some chick when he was fifteen because she paid him and stuff. When I turned five and got my quirks she sprang me on Aizawa cause she didn't like how they developed. Apparently she wanted some badass kid and I wasn't enough," not like you cared anyways. You've long erased that woman from your memories, not like she was part of your life then either.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n)..." Midoriya to your surprise actually hugged you.

"Its nothing really," you embraced him back. "Aizawa loves me more than anything if you haven't figured already. He claims to be so clingy cause he wasn't there for my first five years so he's trying to compensate. I'm just too rebellious for his own good," this heart to heart conversation was sweet and all. But why won't Izuku unlatch himself from your body? "I-Izuku... I'm glad you've stopped shaking but please let me go!"

"I just can't help but relate myself to you is all," Midoriya feels as though he's found his other half. "You're so smart and strong and well... We both grew up without one of our parents in the picture. Like you have your dad and I have my mom. They're both clingy cause they don't want to let us go."

"Wow Midoriya," you nuzzled your cheek into his freckled pools of softness upon tightening the embrace. "You're way too sweet."

"And you're awfully friendly," And Midoriya thought he was overdoing it with the hugs.

Taking the hint, you separated. "I like hugs what can I say?" Izuku refused to comment, his face draining of color. "Oh God what now?"

"Aizawa's hanging off a street lamp..."

"I should've known..." You snatched Midoriya by the wrist and ran away to safety!

Here's a pic of what Midoriya was talking about...