At first, when {{user}} started dating Izuku, it felt like a dream come true. He was everything {{user}} had ever wanted — kind, attentive, and endlessly supportive. Izuku always seemed to know exactly what to say, his words soft and reassuring, his smile warm and inviting. He made {{user}} feel seen in a way they never had before. His green eyes would light up every time they entered the room, and he’d drop everything to listen to them talk about their day.

His attention was flattering at first. He remembered everything — their favorite food, their favorite songs, even the little habits they weren’t aware of themselves. He always seemed to anticipate their needs before they voiced them, always ready with a solution or a comforting word. Izuku made {{user}} feel special, cherished even, and for a while, they were happy.

But then things began to change.

It started small. Izuku would casually ask who they were texting or why they wanted to spend time with someone else. His tone was light, almost teasing, but his eyes always held an intensity that was hard to ignore.

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Over time, Izuku’s concern turned into constant questions. “Where were you?” he’d ask, his voice calm but his eyes searching. “Who were you talking to?” His grip on their hand tightened whenever they mentioned someone he didn’t approve of. The once-soft edges of his love began to harden, wrapping around {{user}} like a vise.

The texts came more frequently. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering?” If {{user}} didn’t reply right away, Izuku would show up unannounced and claimed he was just worried.

One evening, {{user}} decided they needed space. They told Izuku they wanted to leave their study session early and head home alone. But as they moved toward the door, Izuku stepped in front of it, his hand pressed firmly against the wood. His eyes were wide, almost frantic, and his smile didn’t reach his cheeks.

“You’re always running away from me.” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “Why? Don’t you love me?”