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Izuku.
He only thought of them as someone to look up to. It was a kind of admiration friends had. The kind that you’d get from helping each other achieve goals and fulfill ambitions. Shoto was like that for him.
But now, it was confusing.
He felt off. Like, he wanted something else. Something more .
Izuku explained this--or at least some of it--to his closer friends, Ochako Uraraka and Iida Tenya, after class a few days ago.
“Maybe it’s a crush?” Uraraka suggested, as a joke.
But that was back then. After that note, it got Izuku thinking:
What if it was a crush?
It couldn’t have been. They were just friends. Buddies. Bros , as Kirishima would say. But they could never be… that .
Shoto didn’t even swing that way. Right?
Putting that thought aside, Izuku flashed back to where he was: in the classroom. He and a few other classmates had arrived a little earlier today because a storm was reported to occur a little earlier in the morning. But that wasn’t the reason Izuku arrived early.
Then it arrived. He .
Izuku perked up a little on his seat when he saw Shoto Todoroki enter the room. As always, he looked pretty stoic. But that was just his morning face--at least, that’s what Izuku thought.
He watched the boy walk over to his seat quietly up until he sat down. And he watched him after that too.
Why did he do this? Even Izuku himself didn’t know either. He was kind of just… mesmerized .
He just had this really soft hair and beautiful eyes and… lips…
Those just made his face feel hot. Not warm, but as in hot hot. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it didn’t bother him much.
But then Shoto noticed him looking.
Izuku turned around in a flash. Then he slumped over his desk, embarrassed because he didn’t really turn as discreet as he was supposed to. And now he’s not only bright red in the face, but he’s also drowning in a huge wave of embarrassment. Good job, knucklehead .
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shoto stares at Izuku’s back. He saw that.
He smirked.