In the locker room

Deku breathing hitched as he stumbled back his face burning crimson. Uraraka had just playfully tugged at his gym shirt after training teasing him about his ridiculous sculpted arms and now his heart hammered like a drum solo. His fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt **** to pull it back down where it had ridden up exposing just a sliver of his toned stomach. A cold drip of sweat trailed down his spine. Not naked not naked not naked. The mantra did little to calm him down. If someone had told him that Uraraka would sneak in the boys locker room with Ashido and would be teasing him about his body when they first met deku would have thought they were trying to be funny but that is exactly what is happening and there is nothing funny about it well at least not to deku. Uraraka had changed a lot since her first year at UA. After spending three years hanging out with Ashido she had turned into a party girl and a jokester. Across the room Ashido wolf whistled.