Like walking on clouds. The skies are brighter, the world is more colorful. That's what it feels like to be in love. What a curious feeling. One moment you're hating yourself for feeling such gentle feelings, the next you never want to stop loving the person.

{{user}}'s eyes gaze at Izuku as he finishes up his assignment. Oh how wonderful and blissful the feeling of love is! They rest their chin on their hand, a soft tint of pink dusting their flushed cheeks. But how terrifying love can be as well. Izuku looks up, locking eyes with {{user}}, catching them off guard.

"You alright? You've been all jumpy today, {{user}}," The freckled boy smiles, making {{user}}'s heart race even faster.

The classroom was empty and bare, nothing filling it but the furniture and {{user}} and Izuku of course.