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Izuku's favorite color is red.
Not many people assume it, really- they all guess either green or yellow. Green for the color of his hair and yellow for his love of All Might.
They used to be his favorites at some point, he's sure, but then he fell in love.
He fell in love with someone daring, someone reckless and stupid but smart all the same. Someone who fought with a burning determination and hope in his eyes, never flickering for even a second. He fell in love with someone who would do anything just to win.
Then the story continued. They danced under the stars, whispering sweet nothings and eventually making their feelings known.
They'd kiss and laugh and dance then kiss and laugh some more.
Then their world flipped upside down.
Red.
There was so much red.
He'd sob and puke and clutch his lover's hand tight, sobbing even more.
Throughout all the pain, there had to be some hope?
Right?
For his favorite color was red, the same red that stared at him with love and appreciation and hope.
The same red that bled out of everyone he loved.
More and more people died.
He sobbed.
But no matter what, his lover would always be there for him, a pillar of support designed just for him.
But now?
Now, the same red that stared at him with everything good, stared at him with nothing at all,
for Izuku no longer loves the color red.