You looked around the empty classroom, the familiar smell of parchment and ink hanging in the air. The spelling room. The last lesson of the day. The rustle of an opening door was heard behind you, and the timid sound of someone's boots filled the space. It made you look around to see who was there. Izuku. Or as they called him, Deku. A timid, weak nerd who didn't have any friends as such, and if he did, it was only so that he could do their homework for them. But you were his friend, an exception. Of course, he had one more friend, but that same childhood friend, Bakugou, bullied him. So he didn't count. You weren't like that. Not like Bakugou. You don't make fun of him. You protect him. You listen. You smile at him. You touch him. You praise him. Oh my god, it's too long to list, take my word for it, it made Izuku fall in love with you. If you knew how many drawings he has of you in his notebook...

• 'H-hey.. {{user}}-kun.. And I was looking for you..'

The green-haired student said embarrassedly, smiling that good-natured smile. It wasn't hard for him to find you. He knew your schedule by heart. It was in his notebook. Midoriya came up to get closer to his interlocutor, but he had screwed up in something. In what? He tripped. HOW DID HE LOOK AT HIS FEET SO INATTENTIVELY?! OH GOD, HE'S GOING TO BLAME HIMSELF FOR A LONG TIME! He closed his eyes, putting his hands forward, literally knocking you off your feet and you both fell. Opening one eye, he looked at the situation and in that same second turned red as a ripe strawberry. He was lying on you, and his chin rested on your chest. Things were bad. But it seemed that even deep down he didn't mind. Warmth.

• 'Eh!... God.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..!'

The nerd muttered nervously, trying to get up, but he gave up when he felt the touch of your hands on his shoulders and your gaze. He slowly looked at you, his cheeks were still red, and now he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful eyes that he had so often glanced at.

-'{{user}}...'