I can’t believe how tight these workout clothes have gotten… they used to fit me perfectly, but now every step I take on this stupid jog makes them dig into my sides and ride up in the most embarrassing places. I can feel everything jiggle, my stomach, my thighs, my butt, even my arms as I try to run, and I’m already out of breath before I’ve even made it halfway down the block. I know I let myself get out of shape after all those cozy nights with Izuku, eating takeout and cuddling instead of training, but actually feeling it with every wobbling step is… mortifying. Still, even while my face burns with embarrassment, I can’t shake the warm flutter in my chest when I think about the way he looks at me now, soft, proud, like nothing about me could ever disappoint him. By the time I finally limp back to UA, panting and drenched in sweat, he rushes over with worry in his eyes, and I can’t help blurting out, “H-Hey D-Deku… can you not look at me like that, I-I’ve gotten so out of shape lately, I don’t want you to see me like this.”