Kyoka Jirou was sure of two things in her life:

1) She wanted to be a hero

2) She was a useless lesbian who really needed to stop getting so lucky to see Momo missing her clothes

She had known ever since she was 7 who she liked. She had a massive crush on a girl in her class, who turned out to be a massive homophobic bitch but that was beside the point.

So maybe she kept sneaking glances in the direction of one of her pink haired (And pink skinned) classmates after hero training while they were all undressing. That was her business and hers alone.

For the purple haired girl, boobs were brilliant, so sue her if she liked them better than other things. Of course she wasn't jealous of Momo and Ashido's particularly big breasts, she was happy being a b-cup who didn't have back pains all the time thank you very much but she did like seeing other girls with bigger sets.

A small part of her registered that was kind of unfair but she didn't really care. Of course, she would never admit her thoughts took more lewd turns when it came to her fellow girls, she wasn't like Mineta. She had some class.

But she was still a teenager and she would abuse that excuse for as long as she could.

She was always attracted to odd things, things that were just different. It was part of her love for music, all the completely different instruments coming together to make wondrous sound.

Of course must people wouldn't expect that to be her reason when they listened to her playlists and found out she mostly had heavy metal and rock music.

Being attracted to odd things and being attracted to girls, she really shouldn't have been surprised when she developed a major crush on one Mina Ashido.

Pink skinned, pink haired, social and energetic as all hell, in many ways Mina Ashido and Kyoka Jirou had little in common.

Ashido had a gorgeous smile, great figure and lovely personality, with a fierce determination to become a hero and help others while Jirou was….Jirou.

The pink girl would always hang around a group of friends that wasn't exactly the purple haired girl's kind of crowd, as she was never a particularly energetic or social person. She wasn't anti-social by any means but it was tiring to talk to people even in small groups so talking with a bunch of loud mouths with boundless energy sounded exhausting to her. It was because of this she had ever really hung out with the pink girl much outside of class. They were friends but not particularly close ones, which always made Jirou a little sad if she was completely honest. However she wasn't dumb, she knew she stood no chance with her crush.

Ashido could probably have almost anyone she wanted in the entire school if she wanted them, with a few exceptions like Todoroki and Bakugou (seeing as those two didn't seem like they could ever handle or want to handle a relationship if you asked Jirou.)

Jirou had brought it up with Momo, as the girl had quickly become her best friend in the school somehow despite they're completely different skill levels and social class. The tall girl was the only person Jirou had willingly told she was a lesbian to and the girl had been really understanding and supportive. A few others also knew from slips of the tongue or overhearing something they weren't meant to like her other friend Denki Kaminari, a blond boy with a bright smile and perhaps a few missing brain cells if you asked Jirou.

Kaminari could be dumb sometimes and certainly he could fail to read the room, both things Jirou had relentlessly teased him for. Sometime she knew she maybe went too far but it was her own way of showing affection, as she wasn't good at doing it the normal. He was a friend, her friend and he was good one. For all the times he had failed to understand how we was supposed to act, when he had found out by way of 'accidental' eavesdropping (Jirou was still suspicious of that explanation.) He had been nothing but supportive, promising not to say a thing if Jirou wasn't comfortable with others knowing.

Because they both knew, Jirou had contemplated telling them both about her crush on their fellow classmate but she was still hesitant. It was just a silly crush, she shouldn't waste her friend's time on something like that she told herself.

Still she could really use her friends help. Because as much as it hurt how much she wanted to know if she should say something to Ashido she at least had been dealing with this ever since school started. She'd want to say something, not have the confidence to risk it and just resign herself to trying not to get caught looking at the pink girl longingly.

She once failed in hero class, checking her butt out because goddammit Ashido why did you have to decide on that kind of outfit?!

Momo had noticed and she was mischievous when she wanted to be. Jirou didn't think she'd ever live down the embarrassment of the black haired girls teasing. Fortunately the purple haired girl had managed to just make her friend think she had caught her in a moment of being particular pent up and couldn't help staring. She technically wasn't lying at least.

Still, it was all she could do so she did it. The crush could be dealt with, her OTHER problem couldn't.

You see, Jirou expected that not a single boy could ever even slightly be attractive to her or interesting in a romantic sense. She was a lesbian for a reason.

Unfortunately she expected it from all the boys in class, and 'all boys' included one Izuku "Deku" Midoriya, a plain-looking forest haired boy with a keen mind and kind soul. To put it into a very simple metaphor, when it came to Midoriya, expectations were like a watermelon and Midoriya was a fucking incoming atom bomb.

He has always been an odd enigma to most of the class. At first he seemed like any of the rest of them, however there were many little details that had continually stuck out about him.

The first had been his lack of control over his quirk. It wasn't uncommon for people with stronger quirks to struggle with them. Kaminari actually had a really strong quirk, but he had some pretty harsh drawbacks as well. However actually having your bones break from the force of your quirk was not something Jirou had ever heard of before. There was also the fact Bakugou had seemed weirdly convinced Midoriya didn't have a quirk and was shocked when he was proven wrong. The two had been around each other for years though so if anyone should have known he had a quirk it was the explosive blonde.

The second had been his demeanour at the start of the school year. Nowadays he was fairly normal but when he'd first arrived at UA he'd always flinch whenever anyone addressed him at all, and if a girl talked to him it was like he hadn't interacted with the opposite gender in his entire life. He seemed to function better with Uraraka, a brunette who was clearly Midoriya's best friend alongside the class rep Iida, but even with her he constantly get nervous, flustered and just seemed unable to interact at first. At the time she had chalked it up to him being very socially awkward but nowadays she realized there had to be something more. He never fought back against Bakugou whenever the blonde had hurled abuse, not that he did much anymore but it used to be an almost daily occurrence. If it turned out he didn't object because that's how he was used to being treated….That particular set of thoughts was something she had decided to shelf for if she ever did get a chance to ask without it being a bad time.

The third and final thing, one that had definitely been noticed by everyone as it was hard to miss, something about their classmate had gotten him noticed by All Might, the number one pro, of all people. Most of the class had initially presumed it to just be the symbol of peace being excited that someone had a similar quirk to his, a fact a lot of the inhabitants of 1-A had noticed, but as time went on it became clear this wasn't all there was too it. All Might and Midoriya were clearly friends, even before U.A. somehow. How THAT had happened was definitely a story Jirou would love to hear because she both could and absolutely could not see the greenette tracking the pro until he found him just to talk and get signatures.

Jirou had realized he had been on her mind a lot more lately. At first she had just brushed it off as him always being at the centre of unfortunate events. He had walked away victorious from their very first combat training exercise against Bakugou in what Jirou still thought was possibly one of the most heated battles she'd seen in her entire life even if they could hear nothing, he'd been at the forefront of the USJ attack with the strongest villains, had won the initial race and promptly become everyone's target in the cavalry battle as well as being the only person to make Todoroki truly go all out in the tournament during the sports festival, gotten attacked by the hero killer, went missing during the attack on the summer camp and had disobeyed everything he was told to recue Bakugou…She could keep going but she'd probably be at it forever it felt like.

The point was, it seemed only natural that he of all people would maybe be a bit more prominent in her mind. She wasn't friends with the greenette but she certainly didn't dislike him, he was nice enough and was always trying his best to make sure he wasn't annoying his classmates which Jirou appreciated.

Unfortunately, if it had just been that, he would have left her mind eventually. He didn't, he stuck like glue instead. She couldn't get him out as she kept mulling over everything she knew about Izuku Midoriya and she had no idea where the thoughts were even stemming from at this point.

The thoughts had been annoyingly prevalent for almost a whole fortnight when it happened. It had been a normal rescue training exercise, when Bakugou had let out a way bigger explosion than even he was expecting due to the conditions of the room he had failed to take into account. No one had gotten hurt (though Bakugou had gotten a serious chewing out.) The only signs of damage on anyone had been Midoriya, whose outfit had been torn apart on one side on the upper half of his body, exposing his bare chest.

Jirou's eyes had wandered curiously to the exposed chest, she couldn't help her curiosity, Midoriya wasn't like Kirishima who she was pretty sure just liked running around half naked to show off his chest, Midoriya was almost always covered up.

In some ways he was exactly what Jirou was expecting, it wasn't a secret Midoriya had to be well built, however actually seeing underneath and seeing some of his abs actually surprised her in a weird way. Midoriya always looked kind of small and…fluffy for lack of a better word so whenever he actually looked like the pro hero in training he was, it caught most off guard. Despite his muscles though he wasn't pronounced and in a way, his body was almost feminine in how it was built. That actually did fit with Midoriya, she was sure if you gave him longer lashes and a different voice he could pass for a girl with little to no effort.

Right as that thought went through her head, she finally realized why she had been thinking about him so much lately.

'Oh fuck…no...no no no….'

As she finally broke her eyes away, trying to avoid showing how obviously she was staring, she realized something that completely shattered her world. She liked what she had saw. If anyone in their entire class could be considered odd (and there were some serious contenders in 1-A) it was him.

She had a crush on Izuku Midoriya.

She had a crush on a fucking boy!