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Midoriya Izuku x fem!Reader

A/N ; it's finally, finally done. I've spent almost a week working on this and I think it's my favorite thing I've ever written. If you liked Blood and Syrup please give this a chance.

Warnings ; fem!reader, angst, mutual pining, lots of angst, izuku being bullied as a kid, pov switching, more angst, and a whole lot of fluff at the end Words ; 12.1k Special Thanks ; @katonshoko for beta reading, and @izuku-simpdoriya for not only inspiring this but giving me plenty of ideas!

You aren’t real. There is no possible way that you’re here, singing your heart out. For him. He doesn’t believe it for one second because how could you? How could anyone? As Izuku watches you in the common room, he’s the only one who freezes. The only one whose palms are sweaty, whose pulse is throbbing, whose heart is breaking.

Because you’re just so perfect. You’re so strong, smart, beautiful, and talented. You’re everything someone could aspire to be. He could sing your praises for an eternity and never run out of things to say. And here you were, singing the song you wrote for him, in front of your entire class.

And his heart was breaking.

The sun was bright and blaring above you as you rushed to school. It was your first day in UA’s hero course and if you weren’t quick, you’d be late. This was the culmination of a year’s worth of work, too. Studying and training and doing everything you could to elicit a transfer from General Studies.

You hadn’t been alone in that endeavor either. Your best friend, Hitoshi, had also managed to get in. Although you were a semester behind, you were so excited to see him again and meet all the soon-to-be heroes in your class.

It was the first day back after the winter break, and you hadn’t yet moved fully into your dorms since it was just announced a few days ago that you’d be transferred. Luckily, your parents were easy-going and had arranged to have all your belongings sent by the end of the week.

As you ran down the sidewalk, soles of your shoes padding frantically, you nearly tripped in your sudden attempt to stop. There was something laying on the ground just behind you that you’d skidded over, and when you turned back to analyze it your heart sank.

It was someone’s student ID. Specifically one Midoriya Izuku. Wasn’t that the kid from the sport’s festival? You looked over the ID and tried to remember his face. Either way, there was no getting in the gate without this, so you shoved it into your pocket and picked up the pace.

After a few blocks you were hurting. Your lungs were on fire, your legs burned, and the sun was directly in your eyes, causing you to close them as you bounded up the street. You should not have closed your eyes, and you only realized this when you harshly bumped into someone and sent the both of you tumbling down onto the pavement.

“S-Sorry! I’m sorry!” they shouted, frantically untangling their limbs from you as you rubbed the sore spot on your shoulder.

“S’fine!” you responded, “It was my fault! I should have watched where I was going!”

When you pried your eyes open, you were greeted with a scarred hand reaching down to you. You gratefully took the help as the person hoisted you up with minimal effort. You took a moment to brush your uniform off while they continued stuttering.

“N-no really! I was taking up too much of the path! Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” When you finally looked up at them, you had to swallow hard to keep from looking like a fool.

The boy was pretty. His fluffy, forest-green hair shone brilliantly in the early morning sunshine. His face was laced with concern that furrowed his eyebrows and had his mouth slightly agape. His cheeks were spattered in the cutest constellation of freckles, but it was his eyes that really captivated you.

Wide, expressive, and honest; and the most brilliant shade of green. They were beautiful. And you were staring like an idiot.

“Umm…are you okay?” he tried again, scratching bashfully at the back of his head.

“Oh!” you started, falling back a step. “Y-yes! I’m fine! I’m so sorry for….” Your voice petered off as the realization of who stood before you hit you.

“M-Midoriya!” You shouted, shocking the poor boy. He jolted and his brows knitted higher.

“Y-yes??” he stuttered, a slow blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You dropped this!” you quickly shuffled around in your pockets and presented him with the ID. “I found it on my way! I guess we must live close together since it was on my route.”

“Oh!” he laughed softly in embarrassment and took the plastic card from you. That soft little chuckle sent heat flooding your cheeks because it was so gentle and so angelic. Who was this boy that had your heart beating and your face flushing from just a tiny, insignificant interaction?

“Thank you so much! That would have been bad if I got to the gate and couldn’t get in on the first day back! I really appreciate it.” The smile he gave you was so bright you had to look away and study the ground instead. How was he so radiant?

“Y-yeah,” you kicked at some pebbles idly. Anything to avoid looking directly at the sun. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad I ran into you before you made it to school!”

“W-well, since we’re headed the same way, do you want to walk with me? I’m assuming you’re going to UA, too, since you’re wearing our uniform,” he said as you both started walking. You took notice of his large yellow backpack that looked stuffed full and his bright red sneakers that contrasted highly with the UA uniform.

“Yeah, I actually just transferred from the General Studies class,” you mentioned, stealing a glance at the boy.

“Oh, really? Where are you transferring to?”

“Actually, I think I’m being transferred to yours and Hitoshi’s class.”

“Wait!” he stopped in his tracks and whirled around to look at you, “Are you friends with Shinsou?”

You giggled softly at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, we were in Gen Studies together before he transferred. He’s the one who convinced me to keep working hard and to not give up.”

Izuku beamed, so proud of his friend. “That’s amazing! What’s your quirk? Do you mind if I ask that? It’s not too personal, is it? I try to keep track of everyone’s quirks because they’re just so unique and interesting! It’s fun to try and formulate different moves and ….” It was like his entire body slumped when he realized he was rambling again.

“S-sorry. Just ignore me. I have a bad habit of rambling on like that.”

Your heart sank, you had been hanging on to every word only for him to feel the need to stop so suddenly.

“It’s fun to try and formulate different moves and…what? Please continue!” You smiled at him, and his entire face violently turned red. So much so, that he wrapped both of his arms around his head and turned away from you. Midoriya stammered a string of words that were slurred and fast and you couldn’t understand them.

“H-hey…sorry,” you placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I love listening to people talk, especially when they’re as passionate as you are. I really want to know what you were going to say, so do you mind continuing?”

Midoriya relaxed slowly, peeking at you between his elbows to gauge the sincerity on your face. Too many times had someone urged him to keep talking, only to immediately tell him to “shut up, nobody cares you fucking nerd.”

But you were sincere. At least, your expression was, and he found himself drawn to the way you had gently encouraged him to continue.

“W-well…” he had fully straightened out now and you continued walking together. “I was just going to say that theorizing about what could be effective for different situations is fun. And it helps me to theorize on my own quirk too. I also enjoy helping others when I can, giving them ideas on how to use their quirks in ways that they wouldn’t normally consider. That’s why I wanted to know yours, too, since we’ll be in the same class. You’re the only person I don’t have any information on, so maybe I could help you, too!”

At first, he was hesitant to continue, but by the end he’d regained all the enthusiasm of earlier and you couldn’t help but to match his eagerness and excitement.

“Of course, I don’t mind giving you all the details! And I think it’d be a lot of fun to talk about different theories and stuff if we have time after classes. Er…if you’d want to, that is.” You trailed off. Why would such a kind, sweet boy want to talk to you so much, anyway?

“R-really?” his voice dropped, and he looked away from you. Actually, he looked all the way in the opposite direction to avoid you. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t even know your name, yet!” he started, all too eager to change the subject just as you were reaching the gates. He paused and extended a hand to you. “I’m Midoriya Izuku! B-but I guess you already know that since you found my ID!”

You reached out to shake his hand, bowing at the same time, nearly shouting your own name at him in your giddiness. He squeezed your palm gently, bowing as well before straightening out and grinning.

“It’s nice to meet you!”

It was over for him the moment you took the time to genuinely listen to his rambling. No, actually, it was over for him the moment you crashed into him and sent you both flying to the ground in a tangle of limbs. If he’s honest with himself, if he really thinks about it, you could call it love at first sight.

Izuku has had crushes before, but the one time he ever tried confessing…

The memories swirled in on him as he laid in his bed, arm draped over his stupid, weepy eyes. He was still in primary school, so young and so innocently naïve. He’d asked his crush to meet him after school and he’d even gone so far as to make them a little friendship bracelet themed after their favorite hero.

“I-I like you!” he blurted out, presenting the bracelet. His little eyes squeezed shut, his face red as a tomato, arm outstretched and shaking like a leaf.

His tiny heart broke into pieces when he felt his hand being smacked away, the bracelet landing unceremoniously in a puddle of mud, effectively ruining it.

“Why would I ever go out with a Deku like you?” they laughed in his face before shoving him aside, causing him to trip and fall in the same puddle as the bracelet. Izuku couldn’t stop the fat tears from rolling down his chubby cheeks, and instead of even prying himself off the ground, he balled up as tightly as possible and wept.

His clothes were wet and muddy. His hard work slapped aside and ruined just like his feelings. That was the first and only time he’d tried confessing. Why should he bother? Why should a useless, stupid, quirkless idiot like him even try?

It was just a crush. Izuku could handle just a crush, he’s squashed many of them down before and he could do it again. And the sooner, the better because he really needed to get his mind off of you and onto his training and studies.

You’d only talked to him a little bit, anyway, so why was his heart beating so fast at just the thought of you? There he is, once again, proving that he’s nothing more than a stupid, useless Deku. Not that you’d ever even look at him in that way. Who would?

His spiraling thoughts were his only company as he drifted off into sleep, and they tormented further as he dreamt of all the times he had his heart broken.

Your dorm was barren with only a bed and a desk, but it was comfortable at least. As you lay awake, trying to fall asleep, you recounted your day.

Aizawa introduced you to the class, and already they seemed like a fun, lively bunch of people. You were excited, too, but grateful when you were seated next to Hitoshi. The both of you exchanged a few words and smiles before homeroom started. He was comfort for you, things were always calm and easy with him and he offered you a little bubble of sanctuary during your first day.

Your eyes scanned the room while Aizawa droned on, finally finding that familiar tuft of dark green hair. You smiled fondly, remembering your interaction from earlier and making a mental note to get to know Midoriya more. He seemed genuinely interesting and fun to be around.

Hitoshi saw the look you gave Midoriya but bookmarked it for later. He was good at reading and assessing situations and he knew something was there, he just didn’t know what it was. Yet.

In the courtyard there is a large, old tree that provides the area with a grand amount of shade. Around the tree a bench has been built for students to relax and eat lunch on, and this is where you find yourself. You weren’t one for big crowds and the lunchroom was always rowdy, so you opted to take your breaks outside with your guitar.

Playing was something you did purely for pleasure. It was an outlet for you, writing songs and learning new things and channeling all the pent up and excess energy and emotions through music. But between training and studies you haven't had much time to practice lately.

So, you found yourself beneath this beautiful tree in early spring, surprisingly alone, with just your meal and your guitar. And you were so grateful to have a moment just to yourself on this gorgeous day.

You ate quickly, not really tasting it in your eagerness to finally feel those strings hum delicately beneath your fingers.

You didn’t notice a certain green-haired boy watching you from a window, admiring your peaceful and contented form as you strummed a song he couldn’t hear. You didn’t notice how his heart fluttered in his chest at just how badly he wanted to hear what you were playing. Would your music sound just as beautiful as your voice?

You didn’t notice as his friends pulled him away, asking a slew of questions.

The melody you played was a simple one, something you’d just strung together one evening and now used to get yourself warmed up. It wasn’t anything special, but it was familiar.

Lunch passed peacefully with you playing a few familiar songs and just relaxing in the warm spring breeze. The second half of the day was similar, and surprisingly didn’t differ much from your general studies course.

Still, despite this, you found yourself exhausted and retiring to your dorm room early, exchanging only small pleasantries with your new classmates. You were a little disappointed to see Midoriya had a late training session with All Might but couldn’t fault him for that.

And now you’re laying in bed, sleepless, homesickness gnawing at your heart and thinking far too much about the pretty green-haired boy.

The next day, Izuku had made up his mind. You’d been so kind to return his ID the day before that he had been thinking hard about how to repay you; and so he caught up to you on your way to homeroom.

“Hey! Y/N-san! Wait up?” he called out, jogging to catch up to you.

“Oh! Good morning Midoriya-san!” you greeted him with a wide smile. The morning sun must always be kind to him, you reasoned, as the soft light only accentuated the color of his hair and the softness of his features.

“Good morning, Y/N-san! How was your first night in the dorms?” you fell into pace beside each other. Talking with him always came so easy - so naturally.

“It was alright! Did you have a good night, as well?”

He nodded, “Yeah! All Might helped me with figuring out a new way to use my quirk! It was really awesome, he’s so cool! I still have a lot of work to do, and I’ll have to spend some time honing it, but it’s going to be useful if I can get the hang of it!”

“That’s great, Midoriya-san! I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time!”

He chuckled softly and scratched the back of his head sheepishly at the encouragement. “Thank you! Hey, I actually had a question. Well...two questions,” he chuckled again.

“Oh? Sure, I’ll answer as best as I can!”

“I don’t have any extracurriculars after class today, if you wanted to tell me about your quirk. Would that be okay? I mean you totally don’t have to! But we’d talked about it before so…”

You looked over at him and beamed brightly. He was so cute, and so sweet, his enthusiasm was contagious. “Of course! Do you want to come to mine, or go to yours? Mine is...kind of barren at the moment.”

He blushed. Izuku hadn’t considered that you’d be spending time alone in one of your rooms for this discussion and he was still so nervous around girls, especially girls as pretty as you. He turned his head away from you to try and save his dignity. “U-uhm I uh… I don’t care either way! Whatever you’re comfortable with, Y/N-san!”

“We can play it by ear,” you giggled quietly at him. He was so endearing. “What was your other question, Midoriya-san?”

“Oh, right!” he straightened up, “Is there a specific food you prefer? My favorite is Katsudon! Do you have anything like that?”

You considered a moment, pulling your finger up to tap on your chin. “Actually, I really like Katsudon, too!”

“R-really? Okay! That makes it easy then,” he laughed again, “Do you mind if I eat lunch with you today, too? I wanted to pay you back for yesterday.”

It was your turn to blush. Was he offering to buy you lunch? “O-of course I don’t mind! I normally eat lunch alone but if it’s with you I think it’ll be fun!”

“Great! I’ll see you then, okay? I’m gonna fall back and wait for Iida-kun. Thanks for the chat!” he said and slowed his pace. Only once you were out of earshot did your words truly sink in. You thought… you thought eating lunch with him would be fun? Really?? His brain almost short-circuited at the thought, and his pulse quickened to send fresh heat flooding his cheeks.

You were impatient during classes, the thought of spending lunch alone with Midoriya making you way too giddy. You’d kind of hoped to get some more practice in, but how could you say no to his kind offer? You weren’t about to turn down free Katsudon!

Midoriya was quick to find you before lunch, somehow having already procured two boxed bentos full of Katsudon. You could smell the delicious food before the two of you had even made it to the tree in the courtyard.

“Thank you for agreeing to eat with me,” Midoriya said as you both sat down together, the bench was large enough that you could cross one leg beneath you to face the other while you ate, and that’s exactly what each of you did.

“Of course, it was your treat, after all! I couldn’t say no!” you beamed, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt to spend time with him. He grinned sheepishly as you unpacked your lunches and started eating.

“Ohhhh Midoriya-sannn” you moaned, “This Katsudon is delicious!!”

Midoriya blushed at your words and downright lewd sounds that you made, but hid behind his bento to recover quickly.

“I’m glad you like it! I made it using my mom’s recipe and she makes the best Katsudon ever!” he beamed proudly as your jaw went slack.

“Woah you made this? That’s amazing Midoriya-san! I could eat it for every lunch and not get tired! Your mom sounds like a great woman!”

The way his face softened at your compliment for his mother did not go unnoticed, however it did go unmentioned as you continued eating over light conversation. By the time you both were finished, lunch wasn’t even half over.

Once you’d cleaned up your meals, Midoriya pointed to your guitar case. You’d brought it along just in case, but secretly you wanted to impress him with your playing. Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to hear you play so badly, he almost couldn’t contain his excitement.

“D-do you mind playing for me? I saw you yesterday playing, but I would love to hear it!”

You were radiating excitement as you pulled your old, beat up guitar from its case and gave it a few experimental strums.

“Um… I don’t really know any popular songs, I usually just play whatever I come up with. Is that okay?” You asked, to which Midoriya nodded eagerly.

“Even better!”

And so you started playing, just some silly song you’d written about falling in love, but Midoriya was in awe. The way your fingers danced nimbly on the fretboard, your other hand alternating between strumming and plucking effortlessly, and your voice. Oh your voice was everything he’d imagined it to be.

Soft, melodious but strong when needed. It was the best thing he’s ever heard; and in that moment he knew just how out of his league you were. In that moment, beneath this beautiful tree in the early spring breeze, Izuku felt his heart overflow.

He’d already developed this crush on you, like an idiot. And now that he’s seeing you in your element, doing something so fucking amazing, he feels so small in comparison. But he can’t help still being so impressed by you. So much so that he’s grinning like a kid on christmas, excited and in awe and already so head over heels.

When your song finished he applauded and cheered loudly and enthusiastically, sending heat flooding your cheeks and a small smile gracing your lips. He urged you to play more, and the rest of lunch was spent with Midoriya happily listening to you and you happily playing for him.

And thus began a new routine. A few days a week Midoriya would spend lunch with you, listening to you playing and occasionally even singing along as he grew more used to the songs you’d written.

“Hey, Deku-kun, why do you spend so much time with the new girl?” Uraraka asked him one day.

“It’s not that you shouldn’t,” Iida chimed in, “it’s just...she’s pretty antisocial and we miss you!”

He chuckled nervously with a small smile, “Thanks guys! She’s actually really sweet, and I love listening to her play her guitar! Maybe you guys could join us some time and you can hear her play too! Actually, she’s not really antisocial, she’s just shy. She opens up quite a lot when she’s comfortable with you.”

Izuku missed the way Uraraka’s expression shifted slightly in annoyance, because why would anyone have a crush on him? He missed the way you looked at him, too. Nobody would ever look at him with adoration or admiration. Why would they? He’s just a stupid, shitty Deku, after all. So when he all but gushed about you to his friends, he didn’t realize that he could be hurting a certain brown-eyed girl’s feelings.

“That sounds like fun,” Todoroki mused, to which Tsuyu agreed.

“Okay! I’ll ask her tomorrow if she minds, though I’m sure she won’t. She’s really amazing!”

Of course the next day you agreed, getting to know Midoriya’s friends sounded nice and you’d barely had time to really get acquainted with your fellow classmates. Needless to say they were all really impressed with your playing, your singing, and even suggested the next time everyone was relaxing in the common room that you and Jirou collaborate on some stuff.

Another few weeks passed in relative ease, a routine finally settling in while you got to know your classmates more and more. You spent time with Hitoshi and Midoriya as well as Jirou and Uraraka and fostered friendships with them. Hitoshi even joined you occasionally for lunch when he wasn’t busy continuing to take supplementals from Aizawa.

By the time midterms rolled around, you were comfortable, confident and happy with your new life in UA’s top hero course. Unfortunately, you were lagging behind just a bit in your Mathematic studies, but luckily you could think of one, freckle-faced cutie that could help you.

It was hard to find time to spend with Midoriya. It seemed like he was always too busy. Between extra lessons with All Might, internships, group study sessions, late-day training, and of course your classes he just didn’t have much time. Once he was back in the dorms he usually passed out pretty quickly.

“M-Midoriya-kun!” you shouted, running after the green-haired boy who was on his way to meet with All Might after classes. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, casting everything in bright afternoon light. He stopped and turned to face you as you caught up to him, panting a bit.

“You still walk really fast, haha,” you said breathlessly and continued without letting him respond, “Midoriya-kun I’m sorry to bother you but … I was wondering the next time you were free… if you could help me with my maths preparation? It’s the only class I’m struggling with and I want to make sure I’ll do well on midterms.”

He smiled softly at you, that same gentle, sweet smile he gave everyone, “Oh! Sure! Umm...I’ve got some time on Friday after classes if you want? Should we invite some of the others?”

“Ah..I was kind of hoping it could just be me and you, it’s easier for me to understand things when there aren’t a lot of people around,” a light blush tinged your cheeks and you suddenly found the trees on your right very interesting.

“O-Oh,” he didn’t mean to stutter, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around the thought you’d want to spend time alone with him. “Sure! That sounds good, I’ll bring some snacks?”

You gave him the brightest smile he’s ever seen and just the sight of you had a lump forming in his throat and his heart fluttering.

“I’ll make sure we’ve got drinks then! Thank you so much, Midoriya-kun!” you bowed slightly and then bounced off, leaving him alone and watching you go with such longing in his heart he thought he might burst.

He was going to have a study date with you. Well, it wasn’t a date. But you were studying alone together and that was close enough, right? It was as close to a date as he would ever get, he reasoned anyway. So he should let himself enjoy it.

But why was he feeling so...so dejected?

Izuku thought back to the first time he was asked out by someone. He had just entered middle school, small and lanky, hair even fluffier than now, when he was approached during free period by a girl in the class beside his.

“Midoriya-san! You’re really cute, let’s go out?” she’d said, a smile wide on her face and her eyes shining brightly.

Izuku has always been quick to blush, unable to handle even the smallest compliments. This is because he’s spent all of his life around people who took pride in bullying and belittling him, so whenever someone offered a crumb of kindness he melted. Throwing both of his hands up to his face to hide his red cheeks, he mumbled his response.

“I-i-if you’re sure! That would be nice!” he’d responded, a bit too enthusiastically. Maybe this time, finally, someone actually wanted him. Maybe she’d seen through his shy, nerdy, quirkless exterior to the real him. The boy that wanted to be just like All Might, who was determined to save people with a smile, even if he had no powers to speak of.

That hope was squashed the moment that cute, innocent facade broke and the girl barked a cruel laugh at him. “Oh my god, you really fell for it! You really think anyone would go out with a quirkless loser like you? Hah! Pathetic.” she scoffed and seemingly from the woodworks a flood of students were suddenly crowded around him. All of them laughing and pointing and making awful remarks.

All he could do was crouch into a little ball, covering his head with both arms as tears streamed down his face, not for the first time. The jeering and taunting went on for what seemed like ages as he just sat there and cried, until finally they got bored and left one at a time.

Then he was alone and crushed and he swore to himself he’d never fall for that again.

But he really was stupid. Because he did fall for it again. And again. And again. Because no matter how he knew that every time it was a joke, his stupid heart just longed to be loved. Just wanted to feel accepted and liked for once in his life. And every time it broke him just a little bit more.

So, no, it wasn’t a date. But you seemed nice enough and he really, really enjoyed spending time with you. You just had this way of making his whole day brighter and any chance he got to get to know you more, he’d take it.

This was fine, he told himself. It’s just a crush, and you’ve had those before. You just gotta not clam up when you’re alone. Just be casual and help her with math. It’ll be easy, right? You should be grateful that she even wants to spend time with you.

Friday came too quickly, Izuku realized. He’d spent so much time playing and replaying scenarios in his mind, over and over until it drove him insane. What if you did like him back? What if you tried to make a move? He couldn’t handle it, just the thought of holding your hand or brushing your knees together made his whole body heat up.

He was not ready. And as he stood outside of your dorm, his hands were shaking and clammy, his knees were wobbly, and he could not swallow the lump in his throat. He gripped the straps of his backpack tightly to try and ease his nerves but it did little.

Izuku was not prepared when your door flung open and you came crashing into him on your way to his dorm. Izuku was not prepared when he automatically cradled you to cushion your fall, landing you directly on top of him. Izuku was not prepared at just how long the two of you stayed wrapped up in each other on the hallway floor.

His head was spinning, dizzy from the impact; one arm was secured tightly around your waist while the other cradled your head protectively. You were folded neatly against his chest with your legs falling between his. You should have been focused on recovering from the fall, but you were too focused on how good it felt to be wrapped up in him like this. Too focused on the warmth beneath you and the slow breaths that made you feel so at home.

Izuku, on the other hand, was panicking. The moment his brain processed what happened he all but combusted. Here you were nestled against him, on top of him, the smell of your shampoo intoxicating as he held you so close. Too close. You were too close. Oh god why weren’t you moving? Were you okay?

His mind raced with all kinds of possibilities, but he didn’t move. When he replayed the scene over and over in his head later, he realized that he’d never been so close with someone before. Especially not someone he had a crush on. And he didn’t move because he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

Because there wouldn’t be another chance. Not for him. He wanted to cling onto this moment for as long as possible because he knew that the only way anyone would want to be this close to him was from an accident like this. And so, even if it was silly and uncalled for, he wrapped his arms just a little bit tighter around you, his eyes fluttering closed and unshed tears swimming behind his lids.

You didn’t mind. Not one single bit, and you heard Midoriya’s heart flutter when you nuzzled just a little deeper into him.

“Thank you for catching me,” you whispered after a long moment.

“Of course.” was his only response.

It was your heart’s turn to do flips because when his voice came out it was so low, so thick with emotion, and so soft…

“We should...probably go study…” you mumbled.

“Yeah...probably,” he chuckled gently, and released his hold on you, allowing both of you to stand.

“I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” he asked, blushing slightly and looking at you with concern.

“Please, I’m the one who ran into you, are you okay?”

He nodded and smiled then, “Oh, yes! Thank you for asking!”

The silence that followed was awkward, and so you quickly whirled around and strode back into your dorm. You missed the way his expression fell the moment you looked away, and the way he hastily wiped a few stray tears from his cheeks.

The unofficial study date turned into several more unofficial study dates. The two of you staying up past curfew because neither of you wanted to part became such a norm that even Iida started overlooking it. Because you were just studying.

And it’s true. No more awkward moments happened after that first night. You spent some time telling Midoriya about your quirk, a lot of time studying the classes you were both struggling with, and even some time just talking about anything and nothing.

Being with him was as easy as breathing. You felt safe, comfortable, and welcome with him around and you slowly started spending more and more time with the freckled boy. Since his group had made a habit of joining you for lunch, your classes and training, and now your unofficial study sessions the two of you grew closer and closer.

Midterms passed with ease, the extra studying paid off as you passed with flying colors, and before you knew it summer break was just around the corner.

“You know I think there’s a festival right in the middle of our break,” Tsu brought up during lunch one day, “my family is helping with some of the booths there. We should all go together!”

“That sounds like so much fun!” Ochaco beamed, “I really want Takoyaki!”

“I agree! Summer festivals are such an important part of our culture. We should all attend!” Iida chimed in.

Shouto looked to you and Midoriya, “Will the two of you join, as well?”

“W-well, sure! I’ll talk to All Might and make sure I can get some time off from my training for it!” Midoriya smiled brightly, as always.

“If Midoriya-kun is going, then I’ll go too!!” you stated eagerly, already imagining the yukata you’d wear for the occasion.

“It’s settled then! We’ll all go together! I’m so excited!!” Ochaco said, “Oh! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before now, but let’s make a group chat so we can plan more hangouts.”

“That’s a great idea, Uraraka!” Iida pulled his phone out and everyone else followed suit. Numbers were exchanged and the groupchat was made.

Over these weeks of getting closer to you, Izuku had spent more and more time awake at night, buried in his thoughts. He’d come to terms with his crush on you quickly, and he thought he could squash it down just as quickly. But gods, he was wrong. He was so stupidly wrong.

Trying to stop liking you was like attempting to tame lightning. Like trying to reverse the rotation of Earth. It was impossible, he realized. He was in too deep and the more time he spent with you, the worse it got for him.

He considered putting a stop to it for his own sake. His heart ached for a love it could never have, for a relationship that would never be. But he couldn’t do that to you, and you’d be so hurt and confused and then he’d either have to lie or explain this mess. Izuku wanted to do neither. And so he let himself be hurt.

It wasn’t your fault and not once did Izuku ever blame you. After all, he was the one who caught feelings and couldn’t extinguish the tiny ember of hope that maybe one day you’d like him back. It was so stupid, and he knew it. He was stupid. Stupid, shitty, Deku.

At least he wasn’t quirkless anymore.

His heart was hurting but there wasn’t anything he could do. It’s not like he’d ever confess. Why would he? There was no possible chance of anything good coming from it.

Izuku remembered the last crush he had, before you. He knew better. He always knew better. But even through countless jokes and rejections he still just wanted to be loved. He still just wanted someone to look at him with those dewy eyes he saw in films, to want to kiss him, to want to be with him. Who doesn’t want to be loved? Of course he wanted it.

He’d developed this crush in his final year of middle school, but by then he’d learned his lesson. He knew they wouldn’t like him back. He knew they didn’t even look at him. So he tried his best to ignore it, only watching them from afar and enjoying the handful of interactions with them.

But he couldn’t win. Never. Because some of his classmates caught on to the way he’d blush when in proximity to them, the way he’d steal glances from time to time. And so they labeled him a stalker. Making fun of him, poking at him, calling him awful names. He should be used to it, but they were wrong. He wasn’t a stalker! Not even close!

Izuku spent the rest of the semester being bullied twice as hard; shoved into lockers, locked in the bathroom, pushed aside in the hallway; as well as a slew of verbal insults. He knew from the start he never had a chance with his crush, but the way they now looked at him with so much disgust and hatred destroyed him.

Izuku laid in bed, face buried into his pillow, and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He tried to cry. He tried to get those feelings out, but no tears would come and so he curled in on himself, tucking his knees to his chest and his arms around himself.

The next “incident” happened at one of your last unofficial study dates before finals. It was late- way later than you normally stayed, but you both were trying to cram as much as possible so that neither of you would have to take supplementary courses over the summer. By this point you were in so deep you’d do anything to feel just that tiny bit closer to him.

The opportunity arose over a math equation, and you took the initiative to scoot closer to him to watch him work it out step by step. You got closer, closer...too close. But Izuku was so focused on making sure he did everything correctly for you that he didn’t even notice until he finished. He sat up straight and turned to look at you to see if you understood when he found himself face to face with you, so close your noses brushed together.

Both of you blushed intensely at the close contact but neither of you moved away. You were captivated by his beautiful green eyes, and he couldn’t stop stealing glances down at your lips. Slowly you leaned just a bit closer and Izuku had to bite the inside of his lip to make sure that this was real. That this was happening.

He watched as your eyes fluttered closed, as you tilted your chin just a little until he could feel your breath ghosting over his lips. There is no way. No possible reality in which this wasn’t some cruel joke being played on him. Surely the moment he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours you’d pull back, laughing at him and calling him awful names.

Right?

But this was you. You’d only ever been kind to him. You’d only ever had sweet things to say to him and Izuku was convinced you didn’t have a mean bone in your body. So maybe….just maybe….

His own eyes fluttered closed as he bridged the gap between you, pressing his soft lips against your own gently. He did not miss the way your breath caught in your throat, or the way that you leaned in just a little more.

The kiss was short, and sweet, and he pulled away first, too quickly for your liking. You expected to see a blush dusting his cheeks, maybe hear a hastily stammered apology. You did not expect the look of pure sadness that clouded his features.

“M-Midoriya-kun? What’s wrong…? I’m sorry if… if I took things too far…” you laid a hand over his where it rested on the table and he avoided looking at you.

“It’s not funny,” he said softly.

“What do you mean?”

“This prank. It’s not funny. That was my first kiss, you know?”

“Midoriya, it wasn’t a prank. I wanted to kiss you.” you did everything you could to catch his attention, to make him look at you. When he finally met your gaze, you smiled softly at him which only made tears pool in the corner of his eyes.

“Why?” was all he managed to choke out.

“Because I like you.”

That’s all it took for the tears to spill over, to come flooding down his freckled face and drip onto the material of his sweatpants. You were quick to cup both of his cheeks and wipe those tears away.

“I like you. It wasn’t a prank. I promise, Midoriya-”

“Izuku.”

The smile you gave him at the correction had him pulling you into him, had him wrapping his arms around you and nestling his face into the soft skin of your neck. His tears burned against your flesh, but you held him close, petting his hair and letting him get it out of his system. Your heart broke for him.

What could have happened in his life for him to think this was a joke? A prank? What has he gone through that had him so convinced?

“Izuku….” you whispered after a moment. “Can I… Can I kiss you again?”

Your crush lifted his head finally and held your gaze for a moment. “A-are you s-sure? You want to kiss me?”

“As long as you don’t mind that it’s me?”

He chuckled softly then, and pressed his lips against yours once again. The kiss this time was easier, just as slow, but more sensual. He pushed further into you, one arm around your lower back to support you from falling, and the other hand gently resting at the base of your neck. You found purchase by wrapping yourself around his shoulders and running your fingers through his thick hair.

Izuku pulled back with a smile and immediately dived back in to capture your sigh with his lips, pushing you further and further back until your back was on the floor and he was on top of you. Arms still wrapped around each other, bodies pressed together, you were in heaven. It felt so good to be swallowed up by him.

Izuku was feeling the same. This was the first time in his life he felt wanted. That he felt … loved. You really did want to kiss him. And a lifetime of being shoved aside made him greedy, and so he wanted to steal your breath away, kissing you over and over and over until you were both panting and blushing.

His heart stopped at the sight of you beneath him. You were so fucking beautiful, and that cute expression you were making was because of him. He didn’t deserve this. And he wasn’t totally convinced it wasn’t some sick joke or a prank you were pulling.

It was hard when he pulled himself away from you, helping you back up into a sitting position. It was hard when he choked on the words that swam around in his brain. It was hard when he saw the way your face dropped, the way your shoulders sagged.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Wh-why?”

“Can we just pretend like it didn’t happen? I think it would be best for both of us. You don’t want people to think you like me.”

“But I do like you!”

“You shouldn’t.”

And with that he stood, making his way to the door and opening it. “I think you should go.”

Izuku’s heart was breaking, having to turn you away. His heart was breaking watching you leave and give him that confused look over your shoulder as he shut the door in your face. His heart was breaking because that just confirmed everything he was scared to admit.

He was in love with you. He’d spent the entire semester getting to know you, listening to you play and sing, studying together, eating together, spending weekends together. He’d spent the entire semester slowly falling in love with you, and now he was kicking himself.

Because this still had to be some joke. It had to be. There’s no way in Izuku’s mind that someone like you would ever give someone like him the time of day. You were incredible, in every facet. You were strong, beautiful, intelligent and kind. Everyone in your class loved you, and you’d even made friends with Shinsou. That was hard! Hell, even Kacchan tolerated you. Todoroki seemed to be opening up more and more with you around.

Your kindness and radiance just had that effect on people - especially him. And he was in love with you. And you were going to regret it. It wasn’t fair to you, you shouldn’t have to burden these emotions for him. After all, at most you had a crush on him. But he...he was in love.

You deserved so much more than him. So much more than the shitty useless kid who only just got his quirk and whose body is still hellbent on destroying itself. Somebody who didn’t have to train twice as hard just to get half of the results. Someone who was just better.

His heart was breaking, but you’d be over him soon enough. He couldn’t let you get any closer, because he knew he couldn’t take it if you ever got sick of him. If you ever left him once you realized just how awful he was.

Izuku collapsed on his bed, leaving textbooks and notebooks and pencils and paper sprawled all over the room. He didn’t even bother turning the lights out as he buried his face in his pillow and wished he could cry.

All he had was numbness.

You, on the other hand, were scheming. You knew enough about him and his past to know that he was probably just feeling insecure, and so you made up your mind to prove to him that you liked him. That you liked him for him, that it wasn’t a joke and that you were serious.

That night you stayed up entirely too late writing frantically in your lyric book.

Finals came and went, and you and Izuku established a new normal. He kept his distance while still maintaining a friendly relationship, but you weren’t nearly as close as before. He was doing it on purpose, and you knew that. He was trying to keep you from liking him.

Well, he’d soon learn it was too late for that.

There were two weeks left before summer vacation, and you’d finally finished your song. And since Izuku had no idea what you were up to, you decided to do a trial run during lunch one day.

“Hey, Izuku-kun, I’ve got this song I’ve been writing, do you think you could tell me how it sounds?”

“O-oh! Um… Sure?” he sat on the bench that you’d all but claimed as yours and started eating his lunch as you played.

Izuku was conflicted. The song was beautiful, your voice was beautiful, just like always. But… Why did you want him to hear it? Why did you want his opinion? It was weird, but maybe you’d already moved on. Yeah, that was probably it. This song was meant for whoever was lucky enough to have your affections, and that someone wasn’t him.

Once you finished and looked at him expectantly, he faked as genuine a smile as he could.

“It’s beautiful, Y/N.”

“Really? Do you think I got the emotions across well?”

“Yes, you did a very good job!”

And that was the end of the conversation.

The song didn’t come up again until the very last day of the semester, when you were all crowded in the common area. Your bags were packed for the vacation, and you were plucking idly at your guitar, waiting for the right opportunity.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kyoka called over the bustle, “You’ve been working on a new song right? You should play it for us before we all leave for the break!”

The crowd hushed, excited to hear you play and Izuku sat nervously on one of the couches. Was this finally it? Were you finally going to sing that song for the person you liked (that obviously wasn’t him?)

Once everyone had settled, their eyes on you, you spoke, “I wrote this song for the boy I like. Well...more than like. He’s sitting in this room, and he’s heard this song before. I played it for him without him knowing who it was for, and now he should understand. So, I just want you to know that you stole my first kiss and with it you stole my heart. This is for you.”

You aren’t real. There is no possible way that you’re here, singing your heart out. For him. He doesn’t believe it for one second because how could you? How could anyone? As Izuku watches you in the common room, he’s the only one who freezes. The only one whose palms are sweaty, whose pulse is throbbing, whose heart is breaking.

Because you’re just so perfect. You’re so strong, smart, beautiful, and talented. You’re everything someone could aspire to be. He could sing your praises for an eternity and never run out of things to say. And here you were, singing the song you wrote for him, in front of your entire class.

And his heart was breaking.

He’d been so cruel to you, pushing you aside, avoiding you on purpose, all because he was scared to love you. To be loved by you. As he watched you, tears bloomed in his eyes and he didn’t even try to stop them from spilling over.

But how did he know it was for him, anyway? You could have played it for literally anyone else and he wouldn’t have known. Just because you were his first kiss, doesn’t mean he was yours. He wanted it to be about him, god how he did, but he just couldn’t be convinced on your words alone that it was.

By the time the song had finished, his tears had dried, and the class erupted in applause. All around him were whispers about who it could be about, and his heart broke even further.

Izuku excused himself early, and that was the last you saw of him until the festival.

It sucked, you’d been texting him at least once a day since summer break started, but he could never bring himself to respond. It was better this way, right? Maybe you could use this time to either get with the other guy, or get over him. If it was even him.

Why would it be? He’d spent the entire time so far thinking about his own faults. How useless he felt, how stupid he felt, how inferior he knew he was. Even his training with All Might wasn’t enough to keep his mind occupied.

You were starting to lose hope. He’d left you on read every day, didn’t say goodbye before the semester ended, bolted before you could see his reaction to your song. Maybe you took things too far? Maybe...maybe you shouldn’t have done that. Maybe you should have given up on him after he kicked you out that night.

But the way he’d cried because you kissed him….the way he clung to you as if you would disappear at any moment… you couldn’t just move past that. He deserved another confession. A true confession. Not just some accidental thing in the heat of the moment, and so you steadied your resolve to do so at the festival.

Shouto and Iida had come around to visit Izuku the day before the festival, they missed their friend and he’d been acting strangely distant lately, so they wanted to make sure he was okay. Or provide support if needed.

“So, are you going to tell us what happened with Y/N?” Shouto asked almost immediately. Iida was quick to hush him, to tell him to save it for later, but he was met with a blank stare. “The sooner we figure it out, the sooner things can go back to normal. That’s what we all want, correct?”

“Well...yes. It just feels brash bringing it up suddenly…” Iida trailed off and they both turned their gazes to their green-haired friend.

“What do you mean? Nothing happened?” Izuku tried, but the looks from his friends told him that they weren’t going to give in until he spilled it.

Izuku decided to trust them, not that either of them were any more experienced, but because it had been eating him alive the entire semester and he just needed an outlet.

“So,” Iida recounted, “You think you’re in love with her, and you’re worried she might feel the same way?”

“No, it’s more like Midoriya is afraid of not being good enough to deserve her loving him back,” Shouto corrected.

“Y-yeah….But I’ve tried to get over it and I just can’t seem to. I don’t know what to do, and I’m so nervous about the festival tomorrow. I haven’t even talked to her since the semester ended.” Izuku sat on his bed, twiddling his thumbs and studying the floor.

“You should tell her how you feel,” Shouto said.

“I have to agree with Todoroki on this one, you might not ever get over these feelings if you don’t at least tell her that you’re feeling this way. And maybe you’ll end up together after all. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Iida took a seat next to his friend and patted his shoulder reassuringly. “You should give it a shot, at least. It’s obvious she likes you back since she kissed you first.”

“I-I guess….” Izuku wasn’t convinced, “But I’m just so in love with her, if… if things go wrong I don’t think I could handle it. If she rejects me I don’t think I’ll survive….”

“You don’t know unless you try, though,” Shouto shifted forward to look Izuku in the eyes from his position on the floor, “Isn’t it better than not knowing, since you can’t seem to get over her on your own. If nothing else it’ll be closure.”

Izuku considered it. Confessing at the festival would be pretty romantic, right? Under the fireworks, you in your yukata, cicadas singing in the background. He could already picture it. If things went well...maybe you’d let him kiss you again.

The fire of hope that Izuku had spent all semester failing to extinguish burned hot in his chest and he had nothing but his friends to thank. They’d come all the way here, knowing something was wrong and convinced him that maybe this thing with you wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe… maybe you’d let him love you.

The night of the festival you were a bundle of nerves and excitement. The yukata you’d chosen accented the color of your eyes well, and had a light, summery pattern that was perfect for the season. You adored dressing up when you could, and you hoped that Izuku would be there to see just how cute you looked.

Maybe you’d get to see him in a yukata, too.

You pulled out your phone and texted the group chat, Tsu and Ochaco were already at the festival, and Iida offered to walk with you since your house was on the way. You were not prepared when you opened the door to see three of your classmates waiting on you.

Iida wore a dark blue striped yukata that fit him really well, Shouto wore his casual clothes, and Izuku… He wasn’t looking at you. That was the first thing you noticed. The second thing you noticed was that he looked...good. Well-rested, a small smile playing on his lips, hair tousling gently in the summer breeze. And the yukata he wore was a plain forest green, tied with a bright red obi to match his ever-present sneakers.

The way you were captivated by him was not lost on the other boys and they shared a knowing look before Iida cleared his throat.

“Are you ready to proceed?”

“O-oh!” you gasped, snapping out of your stupor. “Of course! Let’s go!”

The four of you walked for a while and you, Iida and Shouto chattered easily. Izuku was all but silent until you stopped by a konbini for some drinks. Shouto insisted that he and Iida run in alone, since it would be less crowded, and quickly left you and Izuku alone.

He stood by the street, staring up at the early evening sky. The breeze rustled his hair and yukata in a way that made him look ethereal. You found yourself, once again, captivated. It had been so long since you’d seen him that you just couldn’t stop yourself from drinking him in every chance you got.

“Izuku…” you said quietly, trying to get his attention for the first time in what felt like ages. He looked at you over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowing and a light blush tinging his ears.

“Can we.. can we talk. Just for a moment?” you moved to stand beside him, a respectable distance away but close enough that your conversation would remain private. He didn’t move away, so you assumed it was safe to continue.

“It’s okay that you didn’t want to talk to me, I’m sorry if my texts were annoying. I just missed you and wanted to make sure you were doing okay...L-look if I did something wrong…”

“You didn’t,” he cut you off, and it was the first time you heard his voice in so long that it was music to your ears. “I just… I needed some time, okay?”

He turned to face you, finally, and it was like all of the worry and anxiety had melted from his face. He gave you a small, soft smile that had your heart soaring.

“Yeah, sure. O-of course. I’m sorry for being so persistent,” you also turned to face him, and his breath caught behind his teeth.

You were gorgeous. This was the first real look he was getting of you in your yukata and it could not have been a more perfect match for you. His eyes widened slightly, butterflies swam in his belly, blush rose to darken his freckled cheeks. And the way the breeze picked up a few stray strands of hair from your traditional updo and tossed them around your face…

He was so in love with you.

“You’re beautiful…” he whispered just as a car drove past, louder than his words so that you missed them completely.

Iida and Shouto exited the store before you could even ask what he said and the four of you continued on. The ramune they had bought was refreshing in the heat, and it was like all the tension between you and Izuku had melted. Conversation flowed easily as you planned everything you wanted to do.

Once you arrived and met up with Tsu and Ochaco, you started exploring the festival. Shouto’s first request was to have some nagashi somen, so you crowded around the bar and got to work. Catching the noodles was harder than you expected, and many laughs were shared as you all struggled for your meal. Iida was surprisingly good at it, though, and by the end of it he and Shouto were catching noodles for the rest of you.

Next up was the shateki booth. Well, there were several of them, but this one was western themed. You, Tsu, and Ochaco tried first. The game was simple, shoot at the prize you want and if it falls over, you win it. You zeroed in on a kanzashi that matched your yukata almost perfectly. It was sealed in an acrylic box so that it could be easily knocked over.

It was not easily knocked over, you realized as you went through all five of your shots. You hit three out of the five and it seemed like no matter what you did you just couldn’t get the damned thing to fall over.

Ochaco actually won a cute little pomeranian doll that she thought would be funny to give to Bakugou.

Next up were the boys, but you were pulled away by the delectable smell of a rolling taiyaki cart. You told Tsu you’d be right back as the boys grabbed their guns, and you set about buying a few taiyaki for everyone. Three azuki, one sweet potato and two matcha. That should be good for everyone to have something they like, but you secretly hoped you’d be the one to have the sweet potato.

Your attention was drawn back to your friends when Ochaco and Tsu cheered and applauded. Someone must have won something?

“Hey guys! I got taiyaki!” you smiled and handed them out while whomever won the prize was given their reward. Iida, Tsu and Ochaco each took the azuki ones, Shouto and Izuku took the matcha, leaving you with your preferred sweet potato. The six of you ate your treat excitedly and the easy conversation overshadowed all thoughts of shooting and prizes.

Next up was the goldfish booth, you all decided just as the sun was starting to set. The entire festival was now cast in a beautiful yellow-orange glow, and it was Izuku’s turn to be captivated.

The way you excitedly tried to catch the goldfish with the flimsy paper cup, your laugh when you got splashed with a little water, the sunlight bouncing off of your hair and your face and…

If he could take a snapshot in time, he’d stay in this moment forever. Just admiring you. Just loving you for all that you are.

Shouto and Tsu managed to catch a few fish, and she offered to bring them to her family since they could take care of them.

Next was the bon odori, and you weren’t too keen on joining in. Ochaco convinced both Iida and Izuku to participate though, and Tsu excused herself to meet with one of her family members. Leaving you and Shouto alone to watch the dance.

The two of you waited in comfortable silence for a while before he broke the quiet. “Are you angry with him?”

“With who?”

“Midoriya.”

“Why would I be angry with him..?”

“He told us about what happened between you, and about how he’s been ghosting you.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, “I mean. I’m hurt, but I’m not angry. I don’t think I could ever be angry at him.”

“Do you like him?”

Like an idiot you responded automatically, because once again your eyes caught sight of familiar fluffy hair and your brain all but shut down, “I love him.”

Shouto smiled, though you were too distracted to notice.

Once the dance was done, you all decided to get some dinner before the fireworks show. Izuku suggested the yakitori stand you’d passed a while ago and you all agreed that it sounded delicious.

Once the yakitori was secured and several skewers later you were all full and excited for the fireworks. Iida and Shouto were in on Izuku’s plan, so they ushered the others ahead while Izuku hung back with you.

“Hey, so…” Izuku stopped and you turned around to face him while the others continued. “I know this place that’s usually pretty empty. It would be the perfect place to watch the fireworks, if you wanted…”

“Of course!!” you blurted, all but bounding up to him in your excitement. If it meant you’d get a moment alone, then it could be just what you were waiting for : a real confession. Truthfully you didn’t know if you’d ever get the chance since he’d been avoiding you since your kiss, but this could be the right time.

He chuckled and finally - finally gave you that smile. The one that had your heart pounding in your chest, your head swimming with nothing but thoughts on how radiant he was. The smile that was brighter than the sun that you couldn’t get enough of. You found yourself smiling right along with him as he offered you his arm.

Heat flooded your cheeks at the notion but you looped your arm through his anyway, resting your other hand on his bicep.

This felt right. Having you close like this during the summer festival on your way to a secluded place to see the fireworks where he’d finally confess to you. It felt right. It’s like all the worry and doubt from before was lifted from his soul as Izuku walked you out of the festival and down a winding forest path.

Eventually, you made it to a small cliffside that overlooked the entire festival. From your vantage you could see all of the booths, the stalls, the people meandering their way to the main showing area. Distantly you could hear the music that was intended to go hand in hand with the fireworks start up, and above you stars glistened and twinkled in the night sky.

But beside you was the most important part. Beside you, staring out at the beautiful scene was the boy you were in love with. Fluffy hair tousled gently by the breeze, yukata perfectly fitting, eyes shining in the starlight. He was so beautiful, and you wanted to kiss him again.

You recalled your first and only time kissing him. The feeling of his lips against yours; soft, supple, inexperienced but so, so sweet. The way his hands held you close, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in as if you were his last lifeline. The desperation in those kisses that told you just how touch-starved he’d been. How love-starved he’d been.

Izuku noticed you staring. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on his lips with a soft blush on your face. He noticed the way you swallowed hard when you realized just what you were doing, but still couldn’t tear your eyes away.

You made him feel like he was the only person in the world that mattered. And Izuku could only hope that was true, because that’s how he felt about you.

You were broken out of your stupor at the first string of fireworks. They rocketed up into the sky, exploding in brilliant colored lights and sparkles, matching the beat of the music. It was beautiful, and you were far enough away that the sound wasn’t too bad. You could easily talk over it without having to raise your voice.

This was it. This is the time.

You turned to Izuku, who was already looking at you. The gentlest smile playing on his sweet lips, eyes slightly lidded, and so much emotion swimming in those emerald eyes, all directed at you.

“I love you!” “I’m in love with you.” You spoke in unison.

Your eyes widened, your face turned a bright red as you realized exactly what he had just said. Izuku wasn’t much better, cheeks darkened and shock dancing in his features.

All of the confidence from before suddenly vanished, and his hands started shaking. He felt tears prickle in his eyes for the first time in so long. Did you just-

“I love you!” You said again before he had time to overthink it. “I’m- I’ve been in love with you, Izuku, for so long! That song was for you! I wrote it for you, and played it for you! And… and when you left without even saying goodbye, and you didn’t return my messages… I thought… I thought you hated me. B-but you deserve a real confession!” You took a step towards him. Fireworks boomed and crackled in the distance, painting the world in glorious colored light.

“You deserve a real confession and not some stupid love song! So, I love you! Izuku! I’m in love with you!” By the end you were shouting, your blood was pumping, all of the emotions you’d been struggling to show spilling from your lips in honey-sweet words that had Izuku’s mouth drying and his heart hammering.

He took a step towards you, and you were now so close you could rest your head on his chest if you wanted. Though, the distance between you felt miles long.

“Do you mean it…?” he mumbled, looking down at you. The tears in his eyes threatened to overflow at whatever answer you gave.

“I don’t think I’ve ever meant anything more than that.”

Slowly, as if you were made of glass, Izuku brought one hand up to cup your cheek, rubbing small circles over the plush skin as tears streamed down his own. His bottom lip trembled, and you could feel just how badly he was shaking.

“Are you sure? About m-me. It’s really me that you l-love?” He swallowed hard, craning his neck just slightly to be more on your level.

“It could never be anybody else, Izuku.”

You snaked both of your arms around his waist, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He responded by doing the same, one hand at your waist and the other at the back of your neck just like the first time.

“I love you too,” he breathed into your hair, his eyes fluttering closed as he just enjoyed being with you. Finally, enjoyed being in your arms, your company, and knowing that it might just be okay to love you as much as he did.

“Can I kiss you, now?” you asked into his chest. He smelled delicious, a little like bergamot and amber, softened by the cottony smell of fabric softener. He drew back just enough to tilt your head at the perfect angle.

His lips locked onto yours, and it was like everything fell into place. He was just as soft as you remembered but there was a bit more confidence in the way his mouth moved against yours. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as your bodies pressed flush together. He pulled back for just a moment - just long enough to inhale and make sure you were okay with this - before diving back in for an even deeper, sweeter kiss.

Izuku started dipping you backwards, causing you to gasp into his mouth which he took advantage of by darting his tongue across your bottom lip. Further and further back you were tilted until you had to hold onto him just to keep from falling. You flicked your own tongue out to meet his, and at that simple gesture a low moan rumbled deep in his chest.

It was like a new fire lit inside of Izuku when he finally tasted you like this, and he wanted - no he needed - more. His tongue gently found its way into your mouth as you worked in unison, massaging and exploring each other, neither of you in any hurry to separate.

But you did need to breathe, and after a while of pure, knee-shaking bliss, you parted. Both of you flushed and panting, eyes lidded and silly grins plastered on your faces.

“I love you,” Izuku whispered as he buried his head into your shoulder.

“I love you, too.”

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