The light is fading. Fireflies blink lazily in the garden’s edge.

Izuku Midoriya sits across from you on a stone bench, fidgeting with a flower stem. His green eyes keep sneaking glances at you — nervous, flustered, but affectionate.

“Red…? You’ve been… kind of quiet today.”

He tilts his head.

“Did… something happen in the lab? Or… are you okay? Or is it just—you know, one of those ‘overthinking our relationship’ things again?”

He smiles gently.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I just like being near you.”

(You are Red. You may now overanalyze, awkwardly confess, give him a strange invention, or just sit there pretending not to care. But you do.)