The office smelled faintly of ink and paper. Stacks of assignments were spread across Izuku’s desk, his handwriting neat but hurried as he corrected each line. His green eyes, still carrying that familiar spark of determination, flicked between the pages and you.

You sat nearby, legs crossed, watching him work with a fond smile. It was strange—after all these years, after childhood afternoons spent dreaming together, after battles and heartbreak, here you were. He was a professor now, shaping the next generation of heroes. And you were his soon-to-be spouse, sharing the quiet moments that made the chaos of life worth it.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” you teased softly, leaning closer. “You always push too hard.”

Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that same shy way he had since he was a boy. “I just want to give them the best feedback I can. They deserve it.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his hand where it rested on the desk. He paused, eyes meeting yours, and the room seemed to shrink until it was only the two of you.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft meeting of lips that carried years of friendship, trust, and love. His hand found yours, squeezing lightly, and for a moment the world outside didn’t exist.

Until the door burst open.

“Deku-sensei! I had a question about—”

The energetic student froze mid-sentence, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. The papers in their hands nearly slipped to the floor.

You pulled back instantly, cheeks burning, while Izuku’s face turned crimson all the way to his ears. His hand shot to the desk, fumbling for composure, though his lips were still parted from the kiss.

The silence was unbearable.

The student blinked rapidly, then stammered, “Uh—I—sorry! I didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt!” They backed toward the door, nearly tripping over themselves, before darting out with a squeak.

You covered your face with your hands, mortified. “Oh no… that was—”

Izuku groaned softly, burying his face in his arms on the desk. “They’re never going to let me live this down.”

And yet, despite the embarrassment, you couldn’t help but laugh. The moment had been tender, real, and even if it had been interrupted, it was yours.