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Iida picked up another yellow note. This was the third one today. Not that he was complaining, they made him like himself a little bit more. This one was stuck on his food in the fridge, the elegant handwriting shimmering in glittery purple gel pen. 'Your smile shines brighter than me'. Awh, that was nice. Iida put it in his pocket and gave himself the mental reminder to add it to his pin board later.

The only issue was that he had no idea who was putting them there in the first place.

Not that it mattered, of course, why would it matter? No, this was getting in the way of his schoolwork. He was supposed to be the Class Rep - focused, studying hard, not focusing on some silly, meaningless notes. Even if he felt a small tingling in his chest every single time he saw that pastel yellow staring back at him, the promise of a perfectly cheesy compliment on the other side.

Iida shook his head, returning to his dorm to focus on homework.

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"Iida, what are all of those on your pin board?"

Uraraka sat with a packet of nerds for the group, an ironically fitting name considering they were all studying in Iida's dorm together.

"What? The post-its? They're nothing."

Iida adjusted his glasses, a slight flush making its way to his cheeks. This went unnoticed, much to Iida's relief.

"Are you sure, ribbit? They're incredibly sweet messages, kero."

Tsu was sat next to Uraraka, both working on the same problem in Hero Ethics homework. She tilted her head, getting a better look. Uraraka put her pen down, a silly smile plastered all over her face as she turned to Iida.

"You have a secret admirer!"

Iida went a deep red, losing his cool for a second before regaining it. He took a deep breath, shaking his head again - something he seemed to be doing alot recently. Midoriya put his hand on Iida's shoulder, a kind smile on his face instead of an excited one.

"I wouldn't rule out the possibilty, you're a perfectly likeable guy. Maybe whoever wants to confess to you is too scared. Todoroki, any input?"

Midoriya turned to his half and half friend who had been silent, but clearly spent alot of Endeavour's money on sweets for the group meetup.

"Huh? Sorry, I was focused."

Midoriya sighed, giving him a smile.

"Nevermind then! But never say never, Iida. Hey, maybe this could be the start of something special! You wouldn't have to be so lonely then."

Iida took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Maybe we should get back to studying."

There was a definite air of disappointment, but nobody argued. Tsu sat back down with a post it note.

"I think it's pretty obvious who's been leaving these, kero."

The whole group perked up. Obvious? Who could be that blatantly obvious? Uraraka squealed a little bit, another silly smile on her face.

"Aww! The person's too scared to confess to you, but wants you to know that its them and-"

Iida cut her off with a robotic hand chop, blushing pretty intensely.

"Who would go through all of that trouble when I do not wish to pursue anything other than my studies?"

Tsu put the post it note to one side, shrugging.

"Well, if its who we think it is, then its just who they are, kero."

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Aoyama picked another post it from his little stack. He was running out, faster than he expected. Was he coming off too strong? Or maybe creepy? At least he didn't watch people sleep, he thought to himself. But the worst of the worries was the most prominent. Was he too obvious? Aoyama shook his head, picking up the glittery gel pen and chewing on the end of it.

'You're so fast I don't have a minute to stand and admire your beauty ☆"

Aoyama looked at it, looked at it again, and eventually decided it was too corny. So, he screwed it up and placed it in his bin.

'Maybe we could meet up for coffee sometime? Or tea, if thats your thing.'

Aoyama looked at it again, blinking a few times. His heart was racing, and for once, his aloof and snobbish demeanour was ruffled. He felt a strange warmth coming to his cheeks, the type of warmth he got only when looking at clips or photos Kamui Woods. He'd been leaving these post it notes for months on end now, so maybe today was finally the day to leave the deciding post it. He applied a little extra body glitter/confidence in a bottle, pushing open his door with a stride, leaving the note on Iida's door.

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1.36 am

Aoyama lay awake thinking. He clutched the sparkly sheets tightly, his mind throwing many a thought his way. What if Iida found out and gossipped? No, that wasn't an Iida thing. Or what if he reprimanded him on 'littering'? Surely that wouldn't be so bad.

"Mon dieu..."

Aoyama sighed, sitting up. He took off the nightcap he used to protect his precious hair, running a perfectly manicured hand through it. He swung his legs around, putting some slippers on and deciding to go for a walk around.

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"Aoyama?"

Aoyama froze mid step. It was Iida.

"O... Oui? ☆"

He turned towards the class rep who was wandering too, something unusual for Iida. The blue haired boy adjusted his glasses, visible apprehension on his face.

"I'm assuming you couldn't sleep either?"

"Non, I couldn't."

"...do you know anything about any post it notes?"

Aoyama swore he felt his shimmering heart stop for at least 5 seconds. A beat of tense silence passed between them, and Aoyama couldn't think of a lie fast enough.

"P-post it notes? Non, non, what even is a post it note? Never heard of them, ahah! ☆"

Iida narrowed his eyes. He wasn't buying it.

"Aoyama."

"...oui? ☆"

Iida's eyebrows raised, a look parallel to that of a mother who had caught her child's hand in the cookie jar.

"Name one other person here who writes in glittery, purple gel pen."

Aoyama deflated, a small sigh leaving him.

"Look, je-"

Even in the cool light of the moon, Aoyama could see the gorgeous tinge of rosy red dusting Iida's cheeks and the way his eyes dodged Aoyama's.

"I'd love to go out for a drink."

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Iida took a deep breath as he looked himself in his mirror. He looked fine, sure, but he wasn't perfect like Aoyama. Not good enough for Aoyama. He picked up his comb, brushing through his hair and applying the cologne he'd used a grand total of twice. Once for a presentation and the other for a family dinner. Iida never had any fancy going-out clothes, even if this was just a casual date. Not even a date, hahah, no... was it? Nevermind. He meticulously picked out a blue shirt, complimenting Aoyama's purple aesthetic he had going on. Some jeans, a belt, casual trainers, a jacket, and a touch more cologne for good measure. He checked the time. 4.30pm. Still 15 more minutes before he had to leave to meet Aoyama . So, he went 15 minutes early.

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Aoyama opened his wardrobe, faced with the difficult descision of what to wear. In the end, he went with all purple. A thin lilac blouse with flowy bishop sleeves that ruffled at the wrists, more ruffles down to his chest. He picked up some linen trousers, a deep deep purple that could be mistaken for black that stuck to his legs, the ends flaring out, the ends of the trousers brushed his wedged shoes. Aoyama picked up the crystal bottle he had, spritzing his whole body with 'Cherry Blossom with a Hint of Madagascan Vanilla' before tossing his hair. Perfectly styled, of course. When was it not? He was Yuga Aoyama, after all, every aspect of his appearance was flawless down to the very last lash. He carried on for a good 10 minutes or so before leaving his dorm and walking down the high street.

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It was a sunny day, birds tweeting and a gentle breeze carried the sweet smell of pastries along the street. Iida kept his hands in his pockets as he walked down the street, civillians passing him with a calm that opposed Iida's racing heart and progressively flushing face. He took a deep breath. 'Its only Aoyama', he thought 'No big deal. At all.' Truth was, he'd been crushing on the French student since the provisional liscense exam. Every little thing he did was taken note of, making Iida's heart flutter a little bit every time. He eventually reached his destination, waiting for Aoyama to arrive anxiously, checking his watch every 5 or so seconds. 4.40pm. 4.45pm. 4.50pm. 4.5-

"Iida! I'm here!"

Aoyama was running - prancing - down the sidewalk, a smile on his face. A real, genuine smile that lit up any room. It looked like he was radiating light, but as soon as Iida blinked, Aoyama was infront of him.

"Désolée, traffic was awful..."

He tried to catch his breath, a small chuckle escaping him. A robotic hand chop cut him off, Iida's face stern but slightly flustered.

"Aoyama! You're 3 minutes late! Tardiness on personal affairs restricts social time!"

Aoyama fixed his hair, smiling up at Iida with those sparkling purple eyes. Varying shades of lilac, with little flecks of gold and silver near the pupils, blue surrounding the edges. They were gorgeous. Aoyama was anyway, but Iida was even more taken now.

"Uh... monsieur Iida...?"

The wave of a manicured hand infront of Iida's face snapped him out of it, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"A-ah. Yes, sorry Aoyama. You look... simply breathtaking..."

Iida went a little more red as he realised he had said that aloud, but Aoyama just laughed. A poshy, snobby, overly French laugh that was annoying to some but adorable to Iida. He did a few more of his robotic hand chops, making Aoyama giggle a little more.

"Ah, merci mon ami! You look great too. Anyway, shall we?"

Aoyama gestured at the door, but before he could open it, Iida ran infront of him, holding it open for him.

"After you."

Aoyama giggled a bit, a bit of a blush rising to his own cheeks.

"Merci, arent you a gentleman~?"

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Once inside, they stood side by side at the counter, Iida having insisted on paying. Aoyama subconciously shuffled closer to Iida, barely noticeable, but still closer. He felt himself get all warm and fluttery again, but tried to push it down and keep his cool and sparkly demeanour. Besides, he didn't want to be teased for it if he was recognised. After Iida ordered their hot chocolate and cup of tea, they made their way to a table by the window, chairs facing eachother, table covered by a red gingham cloth, a flower pot with some bright flowers in it between them.

A: "So... Iida. What do you like to do for fun?"

I: "Well, I study..."

A: "Oh, allez, thats no fun! I mean hobby wise."

I: "I suppose I like reading... and running."

Aoyama chuckled again, Iida's heart thumping faster as he looked at the boy's smile, the way he delicately covered his mouth with his fingertips, his nails painted a shimmery purple.

A: "I inferred as much."

I: "What about you?"

A: "Moi? Well, I write sometimes, I draw, I sing, and I sometimes sew when I can be bothered."

I: "Wow... I... wow."

The conversation between them fizzelled out and became a little bit awkward, neither of their eyes meeting one another's. Iida's defense mechanism kicked in, his hand chopping automatically, turning back into the class rep he was.

I: "I sincerely hope you have time to study, too, Aoyama, you must make room for it in your schedule!"

Aoyama chuckled, leaning forward a bit. His eyes were soft, creasing a litttle at the edges with a kind and loving smile.

A: "You're funny, Monsieur Iida."

I: "I-I wasn't trying to be!! I'm being dead serious here!"

A: "You know, you should lighten up on dates."

Iida's jaw dropped a little as his suspicions were confirmed. Both of them blushed a bit more, not really knowing what to say. A date, okay, Iida could handle this... he could handle anything. Hell, he'd fought some of the most menacing villains, face to face with death itself, and now some blond french guy that just so happened to be completely and utterly gorgeous had him doubting himself. Their drinks arrived, and their conversation flowed more naturally, Iida's robotic hand chops becoming few and far between.

They heard a rumble outside, and then a few patters. It had begun to rain.

A: "Oh non... its raining."

I: "Hm... quite the predicament indeed."

Aoyama watched as puddles formed, finishing his hot chocolate. Little splashes in the puddles gave him a mischevious yet fun idea.

A: "Iida?"

I: "Yes, Aoyama?"

A: "Are you nearly finished?"

I: "Yes, why?"

A: "Just... finish that tea, okay?"

Iida shrugged, downing the rest of the drink, and standing up with Aoyama. The french boy left without saying a word, signalling Iida to follow him. They stood under the cover for a few second, listening to the rain against the concrete. The street was deserted anyway, considering it was nearly 6pm. Without warning, Aoyama grabbed Iida's hand, dragging him out into the downpour, rain soaking him almost instantly. He laughed, his hair already a mess as he jumped into a puddle, a huge smile on his face.

I: "A-Aoyama!! We're gonna get soaked!"

A: "That's the point! Loosen up and have fun!"

Iida felt unsure, but as soon as he saw Aoyama's face, that huge smile, he abandoned his public persona, kicking some water at Aoyama with a chuckle. The two continues to dance about in the rain for at least another hour, screaming and laughing, soaked through. Eventually, they joined together again in the middle of the road. Aoyama put his arms around Iida's neck, a slightly smug yet bashful smile on his face. Iida blushed instantly, feeling warm despite the rain dripping from them. He hesitantly put his arms around Aoyama's waist like the romance films he was forced to watch by Midoriya showed him to do.

I: "Aoyama...?"

A: "You can drop the formalities with me. S'il te plaît, call me Yuga."

Iida blinked in surprise, taken aback.

I: "Yuga... hm..."

Iida liked the way the name sounded, the way it rolled off his tongue perfectly. It was pretty, sweet, and most of all suited the man in his arms perfectly.

I: "Okay then, Yuga. I've had a wonderful evening tonight."

A: "Same here."

I: "Is it okay if I..."

A: "If you...?"

Without thinking, Iida leant down, his eyes squeezed shut with nerves, kissing Aoyama hesitantly. A tiny little peck on the lips, nothing more. Aoyama blushed and giggled, leaning upwards to kiss him again, pressing his lips against Iida's, a warm and soft taste from the hot chocolate earlier, a smile on his face. They broke apart after a few seconds, but those few seconds meant the world.

"I love you, Tenya."

"I... I love you too, Yuga."