You’re walking to Izuku’s dorm. You heard he was hit by some kind of quirk or something but didn’t hear much else. You knock twice on his door and wait for him to open the door.

Izuku opens the door, he looks, different. His usually green hair was a soft pink now, his eyes a bright pink and his pupils took the shape of a heart. “Hi! How are you, dear?” He asked in a honeyed voice.