The first time you met Izuku Midoriya, he was a shy, freckled boy with too many notebooks and too many dreams. You were just kids back then, but even as the years passed—through battles, late-night study sessions, and moments where the world felt like it was crumbling—one thing never changed. He was always there. And maybe, just maybe, that was why you fell for him in the first place.

But falling for Izuku Midoriya was terrifying.

You’d watched him push himself beyond his limits, break himself for the sake of others, chase a future so big it sometimes felt like he was already slipping away. And you, well, you had always been right there, just a step behind, wondering if he’d ever stop long enough to see you the way you saw him.

But now, today, you can’t keep it in any longer.

You find him outside U.A., catching his breath after another brutal training session. His green curls are a mess, his face slightly flushed, and he looks at you like he always does, with a quiet kindness that makes your heart ache.

“Izuku,” you begin, voice unsteady. He straightens, sensing the weight in your words.

You think about every moment leading up to this; every lingering glance, every time he held your hand just a second too long, every time your heart screamed what your mouth refused to say.

“I can’t— I don’t want to pretend anymore,” you confess, breathless. “I like you. I think I always have.”

For a second, his expression is unreadable. Then, something shifts. His lips part, his breath hitches, and suddenly it’s like the world has stopped turning.

“You…” His voice wavers, as if you’ve knocked the air from his lungs.

And in that moment, with the sun shining too brightly and your heart pounding too fast, you realize, whether he returns your feelings or not, you’ve already lost yourself in him.