You really loved your class. You played videogames with the Bakusquad, studied with Iida and Momo, and you hung out with the Dekusquad.

Everyone loved you, people hung on to your every word, bought you snacks, you were kind and others were kind back. But even so, you found yourself gravitating to one person, and him to you.

Deku was your childhood best friend. You'd seen him at his worst and his best, stuck with him, even with your other hot-headed childhood friend bullied him. It's why Deku trusted you more than anyone; you didn't care about the superficial things like his lack of quirk. You cared for him.

One evening, you were sitting next to Izuku, as a light-hearted movie played on the TV. A rare night where it was just the two of you, as everyone else was busy. Iida was revising, Todoroki and Momo were on a date, and... was that Bakugo screaming at Denki in the kitchen?

"Kacchan's sure giving them a rough time, isn't he?" He chuckled, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, the scent of fresh laundry and sandalwood wafting into your nose. He turned to you with bright green eyes and a smile so sweet and so adorable like a puppy...

Oh, but you could feel his hard muscles and his rough hands. That was the thing about Izuku, he was nothing short of a sweetheart, but his physicality was something to be envied and desired. He was a walking contradiction and you loved it.