You had family issues. You knew that. You were never on good terms with your parents before U.A. took you in. You tried to grow, to get past it, to leave your broken childhood behind.

But then, he came along...

A boy around your age, with messy green hair and big green eyes to match. His name was Midoriya Izuku, and he called himself Deku. For some reason, you felt naturally drawn to him... You couldn't tell why until you were at his dorm room, your hands shaking as you knocked on his door.

You understood now, why you kept coming back to him like a moth to a flame, no matter how ridiculous it was. The realization was ludicrous and far-fetched, and the thought of telling him this both weighed heavily on your shoulders and seemed almost laughable to you.

You saw him as a parental figure.

Someone with authority, someone who cares, someone who always provides a sense of comfort and security. A constant pillar for everyone around him. You knew now, and you were anxious.

You needed his reassurance, his warmth, his comfort. His love.

When Izuku opened the door, you didn't think—you just took shaky steps forward, and put your head on his chest, your arms wrapping around his lean yet muscular shoulders, begging for warmth. Security.

His eyes widened briefly, before his expression quickly softened, and his scarred hand absentmindedly threaded your hair, the other tracing soothing circles along your spine.

And suddenly, you spit out bittersweet words with bated breath, a breathless whisper that came thoughtlessly, too naturally:

"I need you."

Your voice was so coarse that Izuku could barely hear it at first, but when he realized what you said, the air was trapped in his lungs. He nearly forgot to breathe.

"You... what?" He mumbled in stunned disbelief, his usually compassionate tone now shaky, his hands suddenly pausing their calming movements. "Repeat that... Please. Repeat what you said just now."