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shoto has this big wonderful plan, constructed with the help of izuku, ochako, and tenya, to profess his love for you. he’s read enough mangas and watched enough anime to know that occasions like these need to be grand. and he’s studied your expressions everytime the class decides on a movie with romance to know that you like big, romantic gestures.
so of course he’s got it all down in a little notebook hidden in the third drawer of his cabinet. it involves many of your favorite flowers, several bags of rose petals, three different types of banners, and almost half the class will be involved in the execution.
all of this immaculate and detailed planning is naught though, when shoto lets the words slip on a saturday evening at exactly 7pm.
honestly, he didn’t even mean to. it had just slipped out all on its own, three simple words that had gotten tired of their little warm seat in his heart and decided to take their leave, making a sneaky escape in a moment of weakness.
shoto never thought he’d see the day where he felt an inkling of hatred for soba, but here he was, cursing it out with every vulgarity he’s picked up from bakugo’s constant shouting and ochako’s surprisingly filthy mouth.
all you had done was offer him the soba you couldn’t finish, and he had felt so happy, so warm that you had offered it to him and not kirishima like you usually do. in that one moment, in that single moment that seemed to stretch forever and not at all, his heart full of love and mind filled with you, the words just… flew out.
casually, nonchalantly.
neither of which he was after he realized what he just said.
the class erupts around him, and he wants to melt himself into a puddle and never come back. his chopsticks freeze over as izuku flinches away from the fire blazing from his left side. he’s never going to recover from this. never .
“ really ?” your huff of disbelief is audible even over the class’s rioting. “that’s how you’re going to confess?”
shoto knows it's a far cry from what he planned, and he wouldn’t blame you if you rejected him because why would you accept after that disaster of a-
“i love you too, i guess.”
what .
shoto looks up slowly, the drama king that he is. you stare right back at him, cheeks flushed even as you maintain determined eye contact. at this point, the class is watching the two of you more intently than they do when that one anime they’re currently obsessing over is on tv.
“you… love me?”
your face scrunches up in that little, adorable way that he’s grown to love. your hand reaches out for his, where his fire extinguishes immediately and the frozen chopsticks drop to the table. his hands, entwined with yours.
“yes, i love you.”
shoto feels even warmer, like the gentle heat of the morning sun that comes after the cool fogginess of dawn. you love him, just as he loves you. you love him.
“but- but the plan!” tenya yells, distraught. “we had a plan!”