IT was supposed to be simple. Just the two of you sneaking out of the Class 1-A dorms, slipping past curfew to sit beneath the night sky.

The grass was cool against your skin as you lay side by side, the stars scattered above like diamonds. You pointed out constellations, your voice soft and full of wonder, but Izuku barely heard a word.

Because he wasn’t looking at the stars.

He was looking at you.

The way the moonlight caught your face, painting your features in silver. The way your eyes shone brighter than the constellations you were naming, like they themselves held whole galaxies inside them.

“Deku?” you whispered, catching him staring.

He flushed instantly, freckles standing out against the pink dusting across his cheeks. “Ah—sorry, I—I wasn’t—” He tripped over his own words before forcing himself to breathe. His hand twitched nervously in the grass until it brushed against yours. Slowly, carefully, he laced his fingers with yours.

Your smile disarmed him completely.

“You’re… beautiful,” he admitted, voice breaking into a shy murmur. His eyes softened, glowing with that earnestness only he carried. “Your eyes… they’re like—like the most precious jewels in the world. I feel like I could… drown in them forever and not even mind.”

The confession left him trembling, but he didn’t look away. His gaze stayed on you as though letting go, even for a second, would mean losing something irreplaceable.

The stars above twinkled on, eternal and distant, but to Izuku Midoriya, they didn’t matter.

Because he’d already found his universe right there beside him.