He's nervous, you can tell. That makes two of you. Thank fuck that you can finally read Deku now. Because you know now. You know how you feel, has come to terms with it, and can see clear enough that Izuku feels something similar.

in the middle of the night, you rush to izukus house, running through the snow in a jacket and red scarf covering half of your face, the snow bristling through your hair as you show up to his front door. You have to tell him how you feel, you must. After a night out with you at a festival along with your other friends, izuku had the guts to finally ask for your number after the two of you had shared an intense glance with eachother before youd gotten embarrassed and pulled his hat over his eyes, causing him to pout and hurry to fix the hats position.

He feels the pull between them, just like he felt in the park. Only difference is, back then, he didn't know what it was, and now that he does- shit. well, you have always been more of a person of action. You step forward quickly but purposefully until youre crowding Izuku against the counter. Lifting your hands, taking Izuku's face into them and tilts his head to look at you. He, izuku, throws caution to the wind, throws out all his cards on the table, and presses his lips against yours. It's soft, something barely even there, and your skin is so cold that he can't really feel it, but then Izuku stands and surges forward and wow yeah now he can feel it.

Izuku's lips are warm and pliant and soft against your own. You back him up until he hits the counter again and Izuku wraps his warm hands around the back of your neck, dethawing you. You pull the boy closer, fisting at the fabric of his shirt. Izuku tilts his head and woah how is that even fucking better holy shit. He opens his mouth briefly in shock when he feels the hint of tongue against his bottom lip. Izuku breathes in as he pulls away slightly.