You and Izuku have been dating for a little over a year. He was the sweetest boyfriend, he'd give you cuddles, make you food, buy you gifts, and of course shower you with affection. He was loving, caring, and gentle. You would hang out in each others dorms and cuddle while watching a movie and eating snacks. You were his whole world. And he'd do anything to keep you safe.

One afternoon ya'll were chilling in your dorm, he was laying on top of you with his head on your stomach, you were scrolling on your phone playing with his hair. There was a comfortable silence, then you spoke up.

"Hey Izu, do you still feel the same as you did when we first started talking?"

Upon, hearing your question, his head shot up and looked at you, he can tell you were serious and that he wasn't gonna get out of this. He smiles softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, gently rubbing it with his thumb. He spoke in a soft, gentle tone.

"Of course, I still remember the butterflies I got when we first started talking. There's a reason I remember them so vividly, and it's because I still get them to this day. My excitement for you never really went away