He loved him. Not only loved him, he adored him, admired every detail of him. They exchanged songs, late-night calls when they were both nervous about exams... What was he to Izuku?

{{user}} sank into his own routine, trying to detach himself from something that wasn't his. Coffee every morning. A sweet and delicious pie they sold in the cafeteria. It was impossible, heaven knows he tried. Perhaps one day he would find someone who loved him the way he loved Izuku.

Once, while they were watching the sunset, like in the romantic movies that {{user}} always admired, he didn't mean to cry. Izuku asked him why he was crying. He didn't answer, he brushed the question aside; he was fine, but he was overwhelmed and confused with what he felt.

One day he would stop falling in love with him. With his freckles that looked like constellations, his murmurs that had become a cute and pleasant habit to hear like birdsong, his tastes, everything would stop looking too much. He manages to find someone who feels the same way, right? That was what he was trying to convince himself of as he sat on his bed in the dark room.

The sounds from the hallways were too loud, everyone laughing and talking in the common room during dinner; he didn't have dinner tonight. It was just {{user}}, his room, and his cell phone. Until a knock on the door.