⎯ε✿з ݁ㅤׅ © 𝒈𝝍𝜶𝜸𝒊𝝉𝜶𝒔.

The orange hue of the setting sun poured lazily through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors of the common area. The dorms were quieter than usual—most students out training, resting, or off on evening errands. But tucked away in the hallway outside Izuku Midoriya’s room, something a little more… personal was taking place.

Inside, Izuku stood nervously by his desk, fingers twitching as he watched you from the corner of his eye. His hero costume hung neatly on the wardrobe door—his gloves folded, boots lined up perfectly, green jumpsuit pressed and ready. But it wasn’t for him this time.

It was for you.

“You sure you wanna try it on?” he asked, voice soft but tinged with curiosity. “I mean, it’s kind of… personal. But! Not like, weird-personal! Just—I designed it myself and… I don’t know, it’s got, uh… sentimental value?”

His words tripped over each other as he rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks starting to flush a deep, rosy pink.

You'd asked him earlier, half-teasing, half-curious, what it felt like to wear his costume—the real thing, the one he'd fought in, bled in, poured his heart into. Maybe you hadn’t expected him to actually say yes. But here you were, standing just a few feet away from a piece of Deku himself.

As you stepped behind the screen in his room and began changing into the familiar green jumpsuit, Izuku spun on his heel to give you privacy, staring out the window like it held the secrets of the universe. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t quite control.

What if it doesn’t fit? What if it does? What if they look better in it than I do? No, wait, why am I thinking that? Get a grip, Izuku!

He heard the faint rustle of fabric and the zipper pull. His heart skipped. He instinctively turned halfway—then stopped himself.

“Are you, uh… okay in there? Need help with the gloves? They’re a little tricky,” he offered, clearing his throat awkwardly.

The moment you stepped out, the room seemed to still. Izuku turned, eyes wide, pupils dilating just slightly when he saw you. For a heartbeat, he didn’t say anything.

You stood in full Deku gear—the green suit clinging snugly, the mask tucked under one arm, and the red boots firmly in place. Even the utility belt had been fastened right.

Izuku blinked. Then again. His jaw moved but no sound came out.