Autumn was in full bloom, the leaves on the trees turning a stunning array of warm colors, from rich browns to fiery reds. Fall was your favorite season, and because it was your favorite season, it was also Midoriya's. The cold, crisp autumn air carried a hint of nostalgia; October was the same time he had confessed, albeit nervously.

You stood together on your dormitory's balcony, the chill in the air allowing wisps of your breath to appear as you exhaled. Your gaze up towards the endless black sky. the breeze failing to distract you from the beautiful stars that stretched endlessly. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you took in the breathtaking sight, completely enamored, broken only by the occasional soft rustle of the wind, gently tousling your hair.

Midoriya's gaze was fixed on you, his attention unwavering. His eyes traced the contours of your face, taking in every detail. His gaze lingered on the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the light, and the way a slight flush painted your cheeks due to the chill air. He wanted to memorize everything about you, your expressions; he wanted it etched into his memory forever.

Midoriya's scarred palm found its way to your hand, his calloused palm encircling yours as his thumb traced along your knuckles. You stole a glance at him. His lips curled into a smile, which you mirrored with a soft grin, his eyes sparking with warmth.