Izuku had always assumed he preferred girls. It had never been a question - never something he had to think about. But the more time he spent with his class, the more he realized his feelings weren’t quite so straightforward. Specifically, for you. A boy, just like him.

It hadn’t taken long for him to accept it. Bisexual. That was fine. He wasn’t the first in the class, nor would he be the last, to feel attraction toward someone of the same gender. He’d never mentioned it to anyone - not out of secrecy or shame, but simply because there had never been the right moment. There were always lessons, training, friends, food, distractions of every kind.

Now, he sat on the sidelines, elbow resting on his thigh, cheek propped against his palm. Fingers tapped rhythmically against his face, a subtle rhythm only he seemed aware of. His eyes were half-lidded, calm, almost impassive, though the focus behind them betrayed more than he let on.

He wore the U.A. sports jumpsuit - the dark blue one with the white accents, 'U.A.' stretching horizontally across the front - and he was still, quietly observing.

All his attention was on you as you trained.