The chilly winds hit Izuku’s exposed face, feeling how it makes his fingers and body start to go numb. It’s late into the night, having a secret meet up with you was the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t be here for too long, the league was after him.

“I cant stay here for too long.” Izuku explains, green eyes just barely visible beneath his mask. “They’ll come for you— so please, just tell me what’s on your mind.” He says. He would reach out for your hand, the weight and warmth of it in his palm— but he can’t. He needs to protect you, even if this hurts.