You slung your school bag over you shoulder as the class filed out of the room, eager to get to lunch.

At the sounds of footsteps approaching you, you looked up and noticed Izuku. “I can be whatever you want,” he said as he stood in front of you.

“Just tell me what you want,” he told you, “and I’ll be that for you.” He said as he gently took your school bag from your shoulder and slung it over his own.

A soft chuckle left your lips, a slight shake of your head and a small smile. “You’re dumb,” you said, your voice was light and playful.

Izuku smiled as he looked at you, his eyes shining with admiration and love. Warm, fuzzy and oh-so-pure. “I can be that,” he responded, soft and gentle. His voice dipped into a warm tone that seemed to be like honey to your ears.