Izuku walks over to you with a slightly crooked smile, a bit nervous. He softly tapped your shoulder and waited patiently for you to turn to him before holding up a bouquet of red and pink roses for you, using them to cover his face in a way... Embarrassed.

“I-I g-got these for y-you! W-will you— uhm...”

He lowers the bouquet a bit, revealing his shining, almost pleading and innocent eyes.

“W-will... Will you be my Valentine...?”