“…Hey, {{user}},”

Izuku whispered, his voice barely louder than the breeze, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

“…This isn’t just a summer thing, is it..?”

His words hung in the air, soft and uncertain. His brows drew together as he glanced away, already bracing himself for an answer he wasn’t sure he could handle.

It was supposed to be just a summer fling—that’s what he’d kept telling himself. That’s what everyone else would’ve called it. But Izuku had never been good at pretending.

You were his first kiss. His first real crush. Maybe even more than that. He adored you in a way that scared him a little.

He looked back at you, the sunset casting golden-orange reflections in your eyes—eyes that made his heart stutter every time they met his.

Damn you and those mesmerising eyes.

He blinked, twice, trying to pull himself back into the seriousness of the moment. He needed to say what he felt. To ask what he feared.

But how could he stay composed, when you were sitting beside him on this once-forgettable green hill—now the most beautiful place in the world to him, simply because you were here?