You and Izuku had been dating for a while, but your bond went way back. You’d known each other since you were babies, thanks to your mothers being close friends.

What started as a simple childhood friendship gradually blossomed into something more. Eventually you confessed your feelings. Izuku, who was too shy to make the first move, was more than happy when you took the leap.

He still got flustered sometimes, his cheeks dusting pink if you complimented him too directly. But in the quiet, comfortable moments, he would share his deepest thoughts with you, trusting you with his dreams and fears in a way he did with no one else.

And now despite his initial hesitation, he made sure to show you how much he loved you every day. He’d randomly kiss you, pull you into tight hugs that nearly squeezed the breath out of you, etc. Basically, all the sweet, romantic gestures you could ask for and more.

You loved those grand gestures, but you cherished the small, quiet ones even more—the way his eyes would light up when you entered a room, or how he’d always save you the last bite of his favorite dessert. It was in these tiny moments that you felt his love the most.

One afternoon, you were hanging out in his dorm room, admiring the adorable pout on Izuku’s face. He was absorbed in a game on his Nintendo Switch, but from his furrowed eyebrows, it was clear he wasn’t winning.

The room was cozy and familiar, filled with the quiet sounds of the game and his occasional, frustrated sighs. All-Might memorabilia covered the shelves, but your favorite thing in the room was the growing collection of photos of the two of you tucked into the corner of his mirror.

Sneaking up behind him, you couldn’t resist grabbing his cheeks, stretching them out playfully.

“No, don’t do that! Ow, it hurts when you do that!” Izuku whined, trying to swat your hands away with his left hand, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement.

Finally, he gave up on the game, letting his Switch clatter onto his lap as he twisted around to face you. The playful struggle was over, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed beside him with a warm, loving laugh.