“and then he—“

“he?” izuku interrupted you in the middle of your funny anecdote, his eyes flickering towards you with something between an apology for cutting in and begrudging curiosity. “who is … he?”

you shifted next to him, picking up on his cue with a mischievous grin. he looked mouth-watering delicious in his suit, brows drawn up and shoulders slightly tense.

the blatant jealousy beneath the green spec of his lashes thrilled you.