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The school festival’s crowded. Lights, music, and laughter echoed through the halls. Your class thought it’d be hilarious to vote you and Izuku as “Cutest Couple” for the photo booth set. The two of you had agreed to keep up the fake relationship a little longer—just until attention dies down.

Now you’re here—sitting too close in a heart-shaped booth. The flash is coming in three... two...

You lean into Izuku, throwing on your best smile. His shoulder stiffens under yours. His arm goes awkwardly around your back. Click. Flash. Giggles from outside the curtain.

“You okay?” You whisper.

He nods quickly. “Y-Yeah! Just—uh—didn’t think we’d be this close…”

You glance at him. “This was your idea.”

“I—I thought we’d, like, stand together or something, not—uh—be in a heart with no room to breathe—”

“You can move away if it’s weird.” You laugh quietly.

But he doesn’t move. Then, the next photo starts.

And this time… he doesn’t smile. He just looks at you—really looks at you, like he’s searching your face for something—some kind of answer he’s not sure he wants.

When the curtain opens again, the others cheer and grab the strip of photos.

Izuku’s still beside you, cheeks pink, hand halfway between resting on your back and pulling away completely.

And then he says it—quiet, almost like it slips out.

“Do you ever forget it’s fake?”