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“Hello?” a voice on the other end called. It was smooth and low: it was very different from Midoriya’s awkward and panicked voice, which would often spike up when embarrassed or uncomfortable. Something warm and familiar heats inside his chest, affection blooming like spring through his veins, and he momentarily wondered if the other person felt the same.
“Hey,” Midoriya replied. He tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, afraid that if he spoke too loud that he would wake up Aoyama or Mineta in the dorms beside his.
“Midoriya? It’s not like you to call, especially this late in the night.”
They were right - it was just past two in the morning, and Midoriya usually just texted people when needed something, not wanting to bother them too much. A part of him still felt the loose knot of guilt in his stomach, wondering if he had woken the other person up.
“Sorry. Did I wake you up?”
“No. Why did you call?”
The freckled boy sighed in relief, glad that he wasn’t bothering somebody who was in the middle of getting some well-deserved rest (though, he should try and convince them to sleep soon).
“Can I go to your dorm?”
The reply was almost immediate, the cathartic voice of the classmate filling his ears and spreading emotion throughout his body, saying a quick, “Sure. Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” It was true, Midoriya would do anything but. Him reaching out for some sort of comfort was already a big step forward in his book, talking about his problems was a whole level on its own. “I’m just not feeling well.”
He was met with silence as the person on the other line thought for a couple of moments, probably about what to actually say. Soon, they settled for an “Okay. Thank you for coming to me.”
The boy felt his face flush at those words, his heart feeling like a panicked bird trapped in a too-small cage; it hammered against his chest, not being able to quiet down no matter how hard he tried.
“I-” he began, but couldn’t find the right words to say.
“I’m proud of you, Midoriya. For coming to me, I mean,” they added, definitely not helping with the poor boy’s feelings. Midoriya could hear the small smile in their voice.
“Th-Thank you,” the green-eyed teen answered. “Hey, To-Todoroki-kun?”
“Yes?” the other person asked.
“I love you,”
The other person’s breath hitched.
“I love you too. It’s going to be okay.”