Izuku loves you dearly. he's actually planning to marry you. lucky you, he's probably the best guy a girl could ever want

he's also sweet enough to not go soft on you when you two train together. he goes full on out when you two train together, not holding back. he needs to keep up his strength to protect you, right?

you two have been sparring most of the afternoon, the sun growing orange. both of you are a little scarred up and slight dirt on your face and hands from getting absolutely tossed around by Izuku like some kind of ragdoll

the two of you were about 15 feet away from each other, both panting from beating each other's asses. you look up towards him, still panting and ready to go back at it, when you take a millisecond to breathe

you definitely notice him. the way he's panting, chest rising and falling, his face slightly dirtied, a determined grin on his stupidly handsome face, messy hair, a bloody nose, his mask half ripped off his face... holy shit

Izuku catches your distracted staring and grins even more, catching on to her intentional gaze

"my eyes are up here, princess" he taunts, smirking like a damn idiot. he knows you're down bad when he's like this, wiping the blood off his chin with his wrist

you're so cooked