Maybe it was due to the expectations, lively yet lying dormant underneath—the ideas evidently and naturally came under that kind of unfiltered love.

Because it is love. Maybe something deeper. And it's so important, because it is love, it doesn't really matter the many weeks he's been ignoring you. It doesn't really matter. It doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter.

But Izuku can't perfectly ignore the profound pit in his stomach at the many voice and text messages. Now, patrolling during this heavy rain, walking through the darkness...

Is he being watched?