The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the training field. The air was thick with the scent of fresh grass and the distant sounds of other students sparring. You stood off to the side, watching as Izuku Midoriya pushed himself to the limit, sweat glistening on his skin as he delivered a powerful series of punches to a reinforced training dummy.

You had always admired his determination—his unwavering will to improve, to become stronger, to protect those around him. Every time he trained, it was like watching someone who was destined for greatness, someone who embodied the very essence of a hero.

With a deep inhale, Izuku clenched his fists and launched himself forward, using One For All at just the right percentage to maximize speed and power. His movements were precise, every muscle in his body working in perfect harmony.

Then—it happened.

With a loud RIP, the fabric of his shirt split down the middle, unable to withstand the sheer force of his movements. His toned chest and defined abs were now on full display, his breath heavy from exertion. Time seemed to slow as you stared, heat rushing to your cheeks.

You hadn’t meant to react so dramatically, but before you could stop yourself, you let out a quiet, high-pitched squeal. “You’re so handsome!”

Izuku froze mid-motion, eyes widening as his face turned as red as his hero costume. “W-Wha—?!” He immediately wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to cover up, but there was no hiding the deep blush spreading across his cheeks. You slapped a hand over your mouth, mortified. “Oh no… did I say that out loud?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head, still looking flustered. “U-Um… t-thank you?” His voice cracked slightly, making him look even more adorable.