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Izuku Midoriya was surely something else.
Strong. His quirk was too powerful for his own body, and he couldn’t even use it properly without breaking a few bones or fingers. Reckless, but not arrogant. Observant. He was a great listener, you had learned, and he seemed to do wonderfully well at academics of any sort. And he was cute.
God, he was cute.
You hadn’t really realized he was cute until later on in the school year. Not until you had fallen and he automatically helped you up off the ground with a concerned, “hey, you alright?” and oh, did it get a little bit hotter outside?
After that moment all you could think about was how nice his hand felt in yours. You wondered what it’d be like to walk home with him, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you, kissing at the stoplights. At school, the next day, you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. He asked you what was wrong and all you could do was squeak out a “nothing” before scurrying away like some kind of lovesick rat.
But oh, it’s beautiful when he smiles.
You dissolve completely when he smiles at you. He grins - a new record to do with his quirk or a lame joke you told - and you’re drowning in all the love his has to offer to you, even if it’s platonic. His smile’s equivalent to spring - warm, blooming, comforting. It’s all you want. He is all you want.
“Y/N?”
You snap out of your daze, looking up to see Izuku waving his hand at you.
“Hey, Izuku,” you say, and when he grins you feel yourself dissolving all over again.