IZUKU had always been earnest, but with you… he was different. Softer.

Even after years of training, after carrying the weight of One For All and the burden of being a symbol, he never thought he’d have something—or someone—for himself. Then you came along, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

“You know,” he mumbled one afternoon, cheeks already pink as his freckled face tilted toward you, “you’re… you’re sweeter than honey. Sweeter than strawberries, even.”

You laughed, thinking he was teasing, but the way his green eyes held yours—bright, vulnerable, and utterly serious—made your heart flip.

He fumbled with his words the way he always did when he was being too honest. “I mean… strawberries are my favorite. They’re, um, my comfort food, I guess? But when I’m with you… even that doesn’t compare. You make everything better. You make me better.”

His hands, rough from training, cupped yours so gently it was like he was afraid to break you. But his grip was steady, strong, the same way he always was when protecting the people he loved.

“You’re my sun,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Even when I’m at my lowest, even when I think I can’t go on, you’re the light that gets me back up again. I… I love you more than anything. I always will.”