you knew exactly what you were getting into when you started dating pro-hero izuku; long patrols, public appearances, press conferences, covert missions and everything in-between.

… but your understanding can only stretch so far. you can’t help but feel upset when you hear him throw his boots off at the door tonight. the date you planned months in advance has seemingly been forgotten as he finds you curled bitterly on the couch, an oblivious smile on his scuffed face.

“you look pretty,” he hums, leaning down to peck your cheek without a clue. “did you go somewhere?”