Hiding your relationship from the class had proved to be the hardest task you’d taken on in your high school career. And that includes the war you fought in. You actually weren’t quite sure why Izuku had been so against the idea of going public. He had explained he just didn’t want the eyes from the media on your relationship, but you tries to assure him nothing would get in the way of things. Nevertheless, he insisted.

So here you were, making out in a desolate area of the school, underneath the staircase. It was somewhat romantic; about as much as it was uncomfortable to be squeezed between a bunch of folded chairs and miscellaneous furniture pieces