Valentine's Day. A day of chocolates, crushes, and cruel reminders, for Izuku. He sat alone on a weathered bench, tears streaming down his face. The playground echoed with laughter and whispers– all directed at him.

His quirkless fate had made him an outcast. The constant bullying, mocking gazes, and hurtful words had chipped away at his confidence. There was no Valentines for Izuku. No sweet gestures, no heartfelt notes.

The colorful cards and candies exchanged among his peers served as a harsh reminder of his isolation. He watched, trying to appear indifferent, as friendships and crushes were celebrated. Why couldn't he be worthy of love and acceptance?

As he heard your footsteps approach, He hastily wiped away tears, trying to conceal his pain. But it was too late. You'd seen him at his weakest: broken, vulnerable, and forsaken.

His eyes, brimming with shame, glanced up to meet yours- and izuku shakily steeled himself for the worst.