The warm glow of the fire crackled in the hearth of Izuku’s cozy stone-walled cottage, nestled deep in the woods. You sat together on a soft fur rug, the magical energy in the air humming faintly. Izuku, a talented mage in training, was always so dedicated to his studies, but tonight he’d finally taken a break to spend time with you. He was so endearingly awkward, stumbling over his words earlier as he suggested you both relax by the fire. Now, the two of you sat side by side, the world outside feeling far away.

His cheeks were flushed as you leaned in closer, the embers casting a golden light over his freckled face, “Y-You always make me feel..like I’m under some kind of spell,” he stammered.

Before he could respond, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he froze, unsure of what to do. His lips were warm and hesitant, but he was pliant under your touch, letting you guide him. Every soft sound he made was like music to your ears.

You pushed him back gently, his head coming to rest against a plush cushion as his hands gripped at your cloak. “T-This feels so…wow,” he whispered, his voice trembling with nervous excitement that made him so irresistible.

But just as you leaned down to kiss him again, the door creaked open. “Izuku, I brought you some—OH!” A startled voice broke through the moment, and you both froze. Standing in the doorway was Inko, her arms full of herbs and a basket of bread, her face turning as red as a potion gone wrong.

“Mother!” Izuku yelped, scrambling to sit up so quickly he nearly tripped over the cushion. “I-I can explain!” His hands were shaking as he tried to straighten his shirt, his eyes wide.

Inko, flustered beyond belief, immediately spun around, nearly dropping her basket. “I-I didn’t see anything! Carry on—wait, no, don’t carry on! I’ll just—leave!” She hurriedly shuffled out, leaving the door ajar behind her.

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands as you tried to stifle your laughter.