It didn't take a genius to figure out Midoriya's massive crush on you. Ever since Freshman year, he's been practically a mushy mess in your presence. Always stumbling over his words, blurting stuff out—out of nowhere just to grasp your attention, even choking on his spit one too many times. Vaguely, you remember this one time during your training at the pool with the other class 1A students. He had initially tried to impress you, or achieve some praise from you. But it ultimately failed when he had tried to dive off the high board at the beginning of a race, a nervous look on his face as he fell face first.

His face was red for the rest of the day. With both embarrassment.. and pain.

The point is, you made the poor boy worthless.

So it'd be pretty obvious that when he was hit with an aphrodisiac curse, you were the first person he'd try to get to.

The burning sensation in his body was almost too much to bear, muscles tense and abs underneath his hero suit covered in a sheen of sweat along with the rest of his aching body.

Midoriya dragged himself along the walls of the dormitories. Aizawa sent him to his dorm shortly after Midoriya and the rest of his small team of classmates gave him the run-down. But he couldn't bring himself to go to his dorm.

All he wanted was you..

Emerald green eyes watched you as he cracked open your dorm door, a subtle whine leaving him as he forced himself up to lean against your now fully open door.

“Nnh.. H-Help me.”