you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love
college au! izuku midoriya x f!reader
The neon sign of the campus diner buzzed, casting a harsh pink glow over the formica table. Across from you, Izuku was fast asleep, his face buried in his arms among a sea of highlighters and textbooks.
Your phone buzzed with a text from your roommate: You seem pretty sad for a girl so in love.
You locked the screen, a cold lump forming in your throat. Sad. Was that how it looked?
You looked back at him. Izuku was everything. Brilliant, kind, and devastatingly handsome in a messy, effortless way that made your chest physically ache. He was a sun, pulling everyone into his orbit, while you were just burning up in his atmosphere, completely invisible.
That was the tragedy of it. Being in love with him didn't feel like a romance; it felt like a beautiful, slow-motion car crash. You spent every day pretending that the way your heart shattered when he smiled was normal, knowing he was too busy saving the world to ever notice the girl standing right next to him.
You reached across the table, your fingers hovering just millimeters above his messy green curls. You wanted to wake him up and scream at him for having this absolute, agonizing hold over you.
Instead, you pulled your hand back into a fist.
"Izuku," you whispered.
He stirred, blinking his heavy green eyes open. The moment he saw you, that soft, impossibly sweet smile broke across his face. "Oh... sorry, Y/N. Did I pass out again?"
"It's fine," you lied, forcing a smile that felt completely hollow.
He immediately grabbed your backpack to carry it for you, giving you that protective, caring look that made you want to cry. You walked out into the cool night air half a step behind him, watching his broad shoulders block the streetlights. You were so deeply, hopelessly in love with him and it was the saddest thing you’ve ever felt.















