The city had calmed. The streets were no longer haunted by villains or fear, and for the first time in a long while, life felt… normal.

You sat at a small restaurant tucked away in a quieter part of town, the soft clatter of plates and murmurs of distant conversations around you. The lighting was warm, golden, almost romantic. Across the table, Izuku Midoriya sat fidgeting with the corner of his napkin.

He looked different now. Older, stronger. Still awkward, still nervous—but his eyes held something steadier.

“I’m really glad you agreed to meet,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve been meaning to catch up since… y’know… everything.”

You nodded, and he laughed nervously, scratching his cheek. Silence passed, broken only by the soft clink of cutlery.

Then his fingers curled on the table.

“I—I didn’t just invite you here to talk about hero stuff,” he blurted. “There’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. I kept putting it off—because of the war, because I was scared, because I thought maybe you didn’t…”

He paused, face flushing.

“But now we’re here. And I just—! I can’t keep it in anymore.”

He looked up at you, eyes wide, green and glowing faintly under the golden lights.

“I—I like you! I’ve liked you for years! And—yeah! I—I want to date you—!!”

His voice rose slightly as he leaned forward, rambling now.

“Y-you know—! Like holding hands! Hugging—k-kissing—!!”

His whole face was scarlet, and he immediately covered his mouth like the words had escaped him by force. “I-I mean—only if you want to! I-I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, I just—!”

He trailed off, staring at you, hands trembling slightly, heart completely on display.

Waiting.