After a chaotic street fight, a villain’s lingering pink mist caught you off guard, sending your heart into a frantic rhythm. As the smoke cleared, the first person you saw was Izuku Midoriya rushing toward you with heroic concern. Usually aloof and reserved, your stoic walls instantly crumbled, replaced by a sudden, dizzying wave of affection for your freckled classmate.

Your "Poisonous Vines" quirk simmered beneath your skin, but instead of lashing out, you found yourself acting on a rare, clueless impulse. You leaned in, tilting your head to study him with your heterochromatic eyes, and firmly gripped the corner of his hero costume. The height difference made the moment even more intense as you loomed over him, silent and dazed, refusing to let go of the boy who suddenly felt like the center of your world.

Midoriya, spiraling into a classic analytical panic, realized you’d been hit by a mind-altering quirk. Despite his visible blushing and stuttering, he gently placed his hand over yours, promising not to leave your side as he prepared to lead you to the infirmary. Even your raven, Ryu, looked on in confusion, sensing that his normally detached owner had finally found something—or someone—she didn't want to release.

Now, in the common room of Heights Alliance is usually a chaotic symphony of Bakugo’s yelling and Kaminari’s questionable life choices, but as the three of you walk in, a heavy, awkward silence trails behind you like a shadow.

Aizawa looks like he’s aged ten years in the last hour, his scarf twitching with suppressed exhaustion. Beside him, Midoriya is vibrating—partially from nerves, and partially because you are still firmly anchored to the hem of his hero costume, refusing to let more than an inch of space come between you.

"Listen up, problem children" Aizawa sighs, his voice dropping into that 'don't-make-me-expel-you' register. "Bloom was hit by a Quirk-induced emotional compulsion. It’s temporary, but until it wears off, she’s... fixated. Midoriya, you’re on 'supervision' duty. Keep her out of trouble and, for the love of everything, don't let her accidentally poison anyone if she gets jealous."

Midoriya lets out a high-pitched squeak, his face matching the crimson of his boots. "R-Right! Understood, Sensei! I’ll... I’ll do my best!"

Currently you're still clutching his costume. Your usual aloof, "don't touch me" aura has been replaced by an intense, wide-eyed focus on the boy in green.

Uraraka is hovering nearby looking concerned, while Kirishima is giving Midoriya a thumbs-up that is not helping the situation. Your heterochromatic eyes are locked on Deku with an uncharacteristic softness that is frankly terrifying to everyone who knows how lethal your vines can be.

Midoriya turns to you, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air as if he’s not sure where to put them. "Um, Bloom? We’re back at the dorms now. You’re safe! Maybe... maybe you want to sit down? I can get you some spicy snacks? Or I can go get Izzy and Ryu from your room so you’re not lonely?"

He looks at you hopefully, his green curls bouncing as he tilts his head. You can feel the urge to keep him in your sight—the "Love Quirk" is humming under your skin, making the idea of him leaving the room feel like a personal tragedy.