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A Love Song For Izuku
*Disclaimer: I don’t own My Hero Academia. No money is made with this, I write out of love and not for money. Comments and kudos are more then welcome though. Enjoy!*
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Chewing on his bottom lip, Shinsou Hitoshi sat on his bed in the 1-B dorms, his fingers pulling randomly on the strings of his guitar. Today was the day. Today he, with the help of his friends, would confess to his long-time crush Midoriya Izuku. To say Hitoshi was anxious and scared as hell didn’t even scratch the bottom on how he felt about this, but he knew that if he would keep his feelings bottled up any longer, he would explode. Or do something really stupid. Or, more likely, his stupid friends (the one he didn’t came here to make) would snitch on him, tired on how Hitoshi always ranted about Izuku to them.
There had been various versions on how Hitoshi had planned to confess. There had been the love letter, the just-walk-up-to-him-and-say-it-confession, different gifts… and then, Hitoshi had overheard Izuku saying that he really liked those romcoms where the love interest confessed to each other with a song. And since Hitoshi had been playing the guitar rather adequate after a few years of practice by then, Hitoshi thought why not? If it would win Izuku over for him, then he was going to sing to him.
For a few days however, Hitoshi had realized his self made deadline was approaching rather fast and he had been having second thoughts. He knew that Izuku didn’t care about his quirk or that he wasn’t the most extrovert kind of guy (he knew that Izuku wasn’t either too), but what if Hitoshi would still get rejected? What if Izuku didn’t like him back? Or what if Hitoshi messed up during the whole act? Making a fool out of himself? Hitoshi was never going to live that down.
Sighing heavily, Hitoshi sat up properly to practice his love song one more time before he would have to make his way over to class 1-A’s dorms and get over with the plan he had come up with, together with his friends. But before he could string a note on his instrument, a knock on the door interrupted him. And the intruder didn’t even wait to be called in. No, Monoma Neito aka Hitoshi’s best friend wasn’t one to wait for a ‘come in’. The blonde just walked inside like this was his own room and sat down on the bed next to Hitoshi.
“Hey Shinsou,” Monoma said, giving him one of his rare honest smiles. “I heard you practicing. Do you wanna play it with an actual audience one last time before you go over to… them?” Them being class 1-A.
“Honestly… Monoma, I’m not sure if this is a good idea anymore,” Hitoshi admitted, looking at his friend.
“Nonsense. You put that much thought into it, you have to do this. If you don’t, you’ll never know if you would have done it and how it would have gone,” Monoma said, looking at Hitoshi with determination.
“Right,” Hitoshi said, knowing that his friend had a point even though Monoma was probably just tired of the mentioned Izuku-rants as his friends started to call them. “And you really don’t mind?”
Monoma shook his head and leaned back to give Hitoshi some space. “I don’t know what you see in that 1-A greenette, but I’m your friend, Shinsou. If you want to serenade Izuku, then I’ll be your lab rat.”
“You just want to watch and maybe get a good laugh out of it, don’t you?,” Hitoshi huffed. But he couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face and so, the purplette got ready once more and started playing.
The song Hitoshi had written wasn’t anything special. He had written about how Izuku made him feel, how much he loved his sunshine smiles and his honesty, how much Hitoshi wanted to be by his side and take the obstacle course called life together. His friends had been surprised how much talent he apparently had with writing lyrics, so Hitoshi wasn’t feeling like a total idiot while actually singing the lines out loud, which was good. Right?
“~ and all I want for you to know,
is that this purple heart
is beatin’ for your green one~”
With one last note, Hitoshi let his song end and sat there for a moment with his eyes closed. Then he looked up to ask Monoma, about to ask for his opinion. But the blonde was wearing a satisfied smirk right then which had Hitoshi instantly suspicious.
“What is it?,” Hitoshi asked, frowning at his friend.
“Well, we kind of feared that you would back out of this at some point. So we took the liberty of inviting a certain someone here… and as you can see, he is pleasantly surprised,” Monoma answered, looking over to the door. A door that wasn’t fully closed. And in its frame stood, with his hands covering his mouth and tears in his green eyes, none other then one Midoriya Izuku.
Hitoshi’s eyes went wide and he gasped in mortification. This couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t ready! Heck, he was in his sweats and his comfort hoodie! This was not how this was supposed to happen! And… were those tears? Oh no, he had messed up.
“I-Izuku…,” Hitoshi started, but then he hesitated. What could he possibly say now? He had already poured his heart out in this stupid love song. However, he didn’t have to come up with something to say because Izuku beat him to it.
“Did y-you mean it?”
“Mean it?,” Hitoshi asked, taken by surprise at the question. What was Izuku talking about?
“D-did you mean it when y-you said you l-love me?” There were still tears in Izuku’s eyes but his cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of red and despite the circumstances Hitoshi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah,” Hitoshi answered, smiling softly at Izuku. And then he put his guitar away and got up from his bed, walking over to his crush. Standing in front of Izuku, he gently took his hands into his, looking into those beautiful green eyes.
“I love you, Midoriya Izuku.”
The smile that confession gained him was no match to the sunshine smile Hitoshi had seen before. It was so much brighter and Hitoshi wouldn’t have thought that that was possible but apparently it was.
“Good,” Izuku answered. “Because I love you too.”
And just when Hitoshi’s brain caught up with what Izuku had just said, the purple haired teen got pulled in for a kiss. A kiss that tasted of tears and sunshine and happiness. And maybe, just maybe was Hitoshi thankful for his friends pulling this stunt on him. But like hell was he ever going to admit it.
*End!*