You sat comfortably perched on your bed, papers scattered around as you finished some work before class tomorrow.

You were pretty smart, you would say. Although others would disagree, claiming you were wickedly smart. Your wit and pure genius was as useful as it was attractive.

You flinched softly as a knock sounded on your door, hearing it slide open shortly after. The bottom of the door dragged over the carpet, the soft scratchy sound buzzing in your ears.

You softened when you saw him, your gaze falling on a shy and slightly embarrassed Izuku.

“Hey, Y/n? I was wondering if you could help me out with English. I just can’t figure it out.”

He said, placing a hand on the back of his head as he ran his fingers thought his hair nervously— giving you a shy grin. Oh, sweet Izuku. Always so lovely and quiet.

How could you say no to that face?