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You had known, from the very beginning and even before then, that being in a relationship with the N3 Pro Hero, Japan’s new Symbol of Hope and All Might’s successor, would not be easy.
Of course you had known. Or, well, you thought you had.
It was common knowledge (or it should be, anyway) that dating a Pro Hero came with a lot more struggles and hardships than any other kind of relationship. And you were fine with that, really. You’d do anything, overcome whatever came along, to be with the one you loved.
And you weren’t exactly wrong, per se, because you would do whatever was necessary for the love of your life, but you were still surprised when the reality of what it all would entail came crashing down on you.
There was nothing that could have really prepared you for the sleepless nights glued to the TV, news’ channel on, or constantly checking your phone to refresh Twitter feeds, Newspapers’ websites, or your voicemail, to see if you had missed anything on the latest villain attack Pro Hero Deku had been involved in. You had certainly never thought about the countless dates that had been interrupted, postponed, cancelled, or finished because Deku had suddenly been called on duty due to a big attack that required his services, as he was one of the only heroes nearby. You had thought, only briefly, about having to keep your relationship a secret because you both knew that the moment the media (and sadly, but most likely, Deku’s own fans) found out about the two of you, they would swarm you like sharks, and, as Izuku had kindly put it, you would never know peace, solitude, or anonymity ever again.
(It had taken you a while to realise that your peace, solitude and anonymity weren’t the only things Izuku was concerned about. What he was most scared of, you had found, was your safety. You had begun to see it in the sudden panic that flashed in his big, green eyes, when he thought the two of you had been followed to your apartment by mistake; you had begun to feel it in the tightening of his hand over yours when somebody started to recognize the fluffy green curls hidden under an Uravity beanie, or the emerald green orbs that sat behind a pair of Shouto sunglasses.
In the end, Izuku was scared for you, and damn if that wasn’t as heartwarming as it was heart wrenching.)
What had really taken you by surprise, what had almost gotten you to quit your relationship before it even began, was the time spent in the hospital. Nothing, not a single fucking thing could have prepared you for what it felt like to sit in a waiting room, with your heart on your throat and a pit in your stomach, not knowing if Izuku would make it out alive. That had to be the hardest, most difficult part of dating a Pro. All the other things paled in comparison to the possibility of losing the one you loved so suddenly, so rapidly, so unexpectedly.
You were learning to bear it as best as you could, little by little. You really didn’t think you’d ever get used to the countless nights spent at the hospital, sending prayers to whatever God chose to answer, waiting for the worst yet hoping for the best, but you would do your best. For him. For Izuku.
So, yes, dating a Pro Hero had its many downs, but it also had a lot of ups, most of which didn’t even come from the profession itself, but from Izuku.
As much as you sometimes longed for the two of you to go for a walk in the park, or to try the new ice cream parlour your coworker had recommended, or to go to the cinema to see the new All Might movie that was coming out, you also appreciated and cherished all the intimate and private moments: the quiet and lazy afternoons spent in his apartment, listening to music and babbling about whatever was on your minds; the times Izuku made you dinner and you helped him as much as you could without burning the whole kitchen down; the gentle caresses on your back, your hair, your neck, your waist, or whatever spot Izuku’s hands could find, really, as the two of you laid in bed in a sleep-induced haze, listening to the other breathe; the quiet and peaceful mornings after one had stayed over at the other’s place, when you and Izuku got to have breakfast together in the early hours of the day, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon, the orange glow coming from it forming a halo around Izuku’s bedhead, making him look like something that came straight out of your wildest dreams; or when, even though he had the strength to shake this world to its very core, he held you so delicately, so gently, with so much love and affection…
He made it all worth it.
Izuku made it all so, so worth it, that you had even begun preparing for the next big step. Recently, you had gone private on all of your social media, even going as far as removing people you didn’t know that well or didn’t have a good relationship with from your followers. As an added measure, you had stopped following most hero-related accounts on Twitter, only sticking to those that cared about publishing the news objectively, with no regards for biassed information or gossip. The worst thing you could find there were some subtle implications. Potentially harmful, yes, but nothing compared to what Deku’s craziest breed of fans could manage.
All in all, you were taking the very particular hardships of dating a Pro Hero in stride.
You would never have guessed that meeting Izuku’s parents, something completely mundane and not at all out of the ordinary for a normal couple, would be what finally did it for you.
The two of you were on your way to Midoriya Inko’s house, where you would meet Izuku’s mother and his father figure, who was none other than All Freaking Might, your idol since you were little, so excuse you if you felt like you were about to pass out.
Right beside you, wrapped in an All Might themed scarf, Izuku’s gloved hand squeezed yours, making you realise that at some point during your internal distress, you had started to hold onto him tighter and tighter by the minute.
“Are you alright?” Izuku looked more amused than worried, the little shit, but there was still some concern weaved into his voice, so you decided to let it pass. For now.
“Hm”, you hummed affirmatively in response, and you would have been content to just leave it there, but your nerves kept your mouth moving. “Just panicking a little. Well, not a little, just, you know, the normal amount of panicking one does when you’re about to meet your significant other’s family for the first time, I’m sure.”
He hummed noncommittally, but there was laughter dancing in his eyes as he looked at you with a smile.
“The normal amount. Sure thing.”
He was probably remembering the crisis you’d had last night, when you couldn’t decide what to get as a gift, if straight hair or curls would suit your outfit better, or if you should outright prostrate yourself as soon as you saw Midoriya Inko and tell her that yes, you knew you weren’t good enough for the godsend man her son was, but he seemed to have chosen you out of all people and there was nothing you could do about that.
As you opened your mouth to call him out on his bullshit, he continued on.
"You have nothing to worry about", he said, matter-of-factly. "What could go wrong?"
Oh, you had many, many answers to that question, varying from spilling water on your (or worse, somebody else’s) clothes to mistakenly switching from formal to informal dialect mid conversation with your in-laws. The first time you met them.
Oh God.
The endless possibilities of all the things that could go sour today must have shown on your face somehow, because he stopped walking and turned to look at you with growing apprehension.
“What’s got you so worked up?” he inquired, as he looked at your face for any hints you were willing to give him. “Is it because of All Might?”
It wasn’t that, specifically.
Really, you had thought that meeting the man who had been your favourite hero throughout almost all your life would make you a lot more nervous, but you had come to realise that him being All Might wasn’t what was making you feel so uneasy. It actually had more to do with how Izuku had come to see the man as a father figure, which undoubtedly meant that Yagi Toshinori thought of him as a son as well, and that meant there was a bond between them, a connection born not from blood but from shared moments and feelings, and therefore all the stronger because of it. That was what scared you shitless. That, and the fact that Midoriya Inko had raised the most perfect man to ever exist on her own, and really, how amazing did that make her?
A good damn amount, that is.
So, realistically, how were you expected to impress these two people who had done so much and who meant so much to Izuku, and convince them that you were, in fact, worthy of his affection, when half of the time you couldn’t even believe it yourself?
Thankfully, your brain-to-mouth filter was still working, if barely, and you managed to keep most of that internal rant– well, internal.
“It’s not All Might, really. I just– I’m meeting the people that helped shape you into who you are today, and they did a hell of a good job, in my opinion, so I guess I’m just a little bit anxious about them… I don’t know. Not liking me, I guess?”
Thinking I’m not good enough, went unsaid, but judging by the way his stare softened as he let go of your hand to cup your cheek gently, you thought he may have heard it all the same.
“You have nothing to worry about”, he repeated, warm and confident, and it actually managed to loosen the knot that had formed in your chest a little. The way he managed to calm you down with a touch, a smile, or a few words should really be considered another Quirk of his.
“They would be fools not to realise how wonderful you are. And believe me, they are no fools. Everything will be alright.”
He smiled, bright and warm like the sun, and you believed him.
You shouldn’t have believed him. You shouldn’t have let your guard down like that, dammit.
You had spent the remaining walk to the Midoriya apartment fervently clinging to Izuku’s words as you went over everything you had to do once you got there to avoid making a fool of yourself. But his words had made you careless, and so the list in your head wasn’t as detailed as it should have been.
The first thing on it was gift-giving, and nothing came before that, because what you had to do before should have been obvious, of course, so you needn’t have worried about it because, as Izuku had stated, everything was going to be alright, right?
Wrong, because as soon as you had stepped foot into the apartment and saw Midoriya Inko and Yagi Toshinori welcoming you, your brain short-circuited and you almost forgot to take your shoes off at the genkan before going straight to them.
The only thing that kept you from stepping onto Midoriya Inko’s polished wooden floor with your dirty boots was a gentle tug on your hand, courtesy of your boyfriend, who looked at you with a reassuring gaze that held the beginnings of a laugh.
Thankfully, no one laughed at you as you remembered yourself and, red-faced and stiffly, bent down to start taking your boots off. Once you were done and had them neatly placed next to Izuku’s red shoes, you took an encouraging breath before beginning to stand up. As you did so, Izuku’s fingers found yours and he gave you a small, private smile, which you found yourself answering unthinkingly.
Everything will be alright, you reminded yourself. You really hoped it would.
Finally, you made your way over to where Inko and Toshinori stood, both so different in appearance yet looking at you with the same curiosity in their eyes. You focused on Izuku’s mom first, hoping that the smile on your face didn’t seem as stiff as it felt, and as you approached, you saw her looking at your intertwined hands first before looking at you. You were surprised at the utter happiness and affection her gaze held, even after her eyes moved from Izuku to you, even when you saw a hint of nervousness hidden in the depths of her eyes, which were so similar to Izuku’s own, only a darker shade of green. She was tiny, and plump, and she was smiling so hard her cheeks had to hurt, and she seemed to be everything Izuku had told you she was: kind, affectionate, loving, welcoming and–
Well, now you had the distinct feeling that you had made a big deal out of nothing.
The tightness in your chest eased a bit and you felt your smile becoming more genuine. It was then that you focused on the man beside her.
Yagi Toshinori (All Might, Japan’s freaking N1 hero for over a decade, the previous Symbol of Peace, your favourite hero since childhood, your brain helpfully supplied) had a serene smile on his face, and although his bony and gaunt appearance would have, as loathe as you were to admit it, freaked you out in any other circumstances, his demeanour was nothing but easygoing and welcoming.
You felt a lot better that you had moments ago, and it was surprisingly easy to slip into a slight bow once you were in front of them.
“Midoriya-san, Yagi-san”, you started, in what you hoped wasn’t a very shrill voice, “my name is (y/l) (y/n), and I’m very pleased to meet you. Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”
“Hi, mom, All Might”, your boyfriend said as you straightened. “It’s really good to see you again!”
Izuku’s presence next to you and his calmness were a huge comfort, and so was the way his mom smiled at the two of you, genuinely warm and excited.
“Oh, dear. It’s so nice to finally meet you! Izuku has told us so much about you, I just couldn’t wait!”
The man in question coughed, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was feeling embarrassed.
“It’s the truth”, All Might added, good-naturedly. “He did say many amazing things about you, so we were both rather curious. It’s my pleasure to meet you as well.”
All Might. Pleased to meet you.
What kind of life were you even living? Or rather, whose life? Because it definitely couldn’t be yours.
A gentle pressure on your hand, the one that was holding Izuku’s, brought you back to reality, and you belatedly remembered the bouquet of flowers on your other hand. You hesitantly handed it to Inko with a shy smile.
“I’ve brought these for you, Midoriya-san. I hope you like them.”
“Oh, dear”, she startled as you passed the bouquet to her, looking at it appreciatively. “You needn’t have bothered!”
“It was the least I could do.”
“These are wonderful, (y/n)-chan. Thank you. I’m going to put them in water right now. Please, shed your coats and make yourselves comfortable. The food will be done in a minute”, she said before disappearing behind a door you assumed led to the kitchen, if the absolutely mouth-watering smell that came from its direction was anything to go by.
“I’d better help her finish setting everything up”, All Might spoke, and then directed a tender, almost fatherly smile at Izuku. “It’s good to see you again, my boy.”
Izuku’s answering smile was warm and bubbly.
“You too, All Might.”
You suddenly felt like you were intruding in something personal, but that sensation soon came to pass when Yagi’s gaze landed on you. You tried not to let your nervousness show.
“It really is a pleasure to meet you, young (y/l)” he said kindly.
“M-mine, too!” you squeaked, dumbstruck by the sheer sincerity in his voice.
He gave a slight nod before following Inko out of the living room and into the kitchen, and you were left staring, dazed, at the spot he’d been occupying moments before.
“How are you feeling?” Izuku tugged at your still linked hands to get your attention.
It took you a moment to find the ability for coherent speech again.
“Like this is simultaneously way better than I imagined and also a lot harder.”
To be completely honest, you felt as though you’d just gotten out of a battle, only you still didn’t know whether you had won or lost.
As your heart rate went back to something that no medic would call healthy, but the calmest it was going to get in the foreseeable future, the two of you made your way to the coat hanger by the front door.
“Well, I think you did amazing.”
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be”, you conceded, as the two of you finished removing coats, scarves and gloves; you took one of Izuku’s hands in yours. “You feeling okay?”
His hand wasn’t cold by any means, and it was warm inside the Midoriya household, but you still massaged it slightly, attentive for any signs of discomfort. It had been a particularly cold week, and you’d rather not take any unnecessary risks.
“Believe me”, he said, as he removed his hands from yours, only to then grab your hand and press it to his chest, right where his heart was. “I’m feeling sensational”, he beamed.
You knew he wasn’t solely talking about his hands.
Lunch was, thankfully, an uneventful affair. No spilled drinks or food, not many awkward silences (bless Izuku and his tendencies to ramble), and, overall, not many mistakes that would make your first impression a disaster.
Conversation flowed smoothly between the four of you. Inko and Yagi asked about your interests, your job, your family, and so many other things they actually seemed interested to hear about. It was still a wonder to you, the fact that they were listening avidly while you talked about your mundane life, but you were eager to comply, if only to have something to do other than overthink the whole thing.
Sometimes you dared to ask them questions, too, which they answered good-naturedly. It was really fascinating, hearing about Inko’s and Yagi’s jobs (both at the hospital and at UA, respectively); or the time when someone on the subway had fainted due to heatstroke, and Inko, who was on her way to see her friends, had to perform first-aid while they waited for the ambulance to arrive; or the time Yagi had tried a new recipe for cookies but had forgotten them in the oven, and they had ended up so charred that him and Izuku joked about destroying a villain army with them as weapons.
It was a very lighthearted moment, made better by Inko’s heavenly cooking. She’d prepared katsudon, Izuku’s personal favourite, and you could now understand why he loved it so much. You’d be content to keep eating it for the rest of your life if it was Inko who made it every time.
Once lunch was finished and Inko busied herself with making tea, you, Izuku, and Yagi (All Might, Japan’s previous Symbol of– you were getting significantly better at keeping that part of your brain on mute) moved over to the living room.
Once the three of you were seated and the only thing that could be heard was Inko’s muffled humming coming from the kitchen, a sort of awkward silence fell over the room. You took hold of Izuku’s hand and racked your brain for something, anything you could ask or say to All Might without looking like an absolute fool.
It was Izuku, bless him, who finally broke the silence.
“I’m so sorry I had to bail on you the other day”, he apologised to Yagi. “A villain attack came up.”
“You have nothing to worry about, boy. I saw yours and young Bakugo’s takedown. It was very impressive”, he praised, and he wasn’t wrong.
It wasn’t often that Pro Heroes Deku and Dynamight teamed up, being from two separate agencies and all. It was mostly because, more often than not, one of them was enough to take care of whatever threat they encountered. However, there had been an incident last week where backup had been needed from Dynamight’s part, and it had been Deku who had answered. Needless to say, the fight had wrapped up pretty quickly after that, but it still was something worth witnessing, the two of them fighting together.
As Izuku launched into a very enthusiastic description of the fight and how they had found a way around the villain’s quirk (something the two of you had already talked about the day of the attack), you let his voice wash over you, glad to just be able to listen to your boyfriend without worrying about the right thing to say. After all, Izuku could do enough talking for the both of you while your eyes wandered the cozy living room of the Midoriya home.
Izuku had told you beforehand that this wasn’t his childhood home, but rather a house he had gotten his mother as a gift once he had gained enough money from hero work. He had also disclosed that Dynamight (or, as Izuku always called him, Kacchan) had done the same for his parents. The both of them had even gone as far as to make some arrangements so that the two houses would be nearby, making it easier for their mothers, who were apparently very good friends, to keep seeing each other frequently.
As your eyes roamed the living room’s walls, you couldn’t help but focus on the many pictures decorating them. They were mostly of Izuku in various stages of his life, from when he was a toddler to the man he was today. In some he was accompanied by either his mother, All Might, Bakugo Katsuki, or several friends you identified as top Pros; the rest of the pictures were of Izuku on his own. Your eyes were especially drawn to the ones that depicted him as a little boy, no older than six or seven. The comparison between that little mass of fluffy green hair and the big man (with just as much, if not more, fluffy green hair) sitting next to you was nothing short of comical, if extremely adorable.
You were brought back to reality when Izuku slightly nudged your leg with his, and you noticed that the room had fallen silent once again.
“What were you looking at?”
“Just the many pictures of you as a kid. All of them are, like, extremely adorable.”
Izuku frowned, showing disagreement.
“I was the scrawniest kid ever, I swear.”
“Nonsense”, you said, conscious of the other person in the room with you. However, All Might seemed content to just listen to the two of you talk with a small smile on his face. It appeared he wasn’t a big conversationalist, and you could relate to that. “Look at those cheeks”, you pointed to a picture of young Izuku possibly beaming, most likely because of the All Might plushie he was holding. “Any certified grandma would love to pinch them to death.”
Izuku’s nose scrunched up in distaste.
“Thankfully, I didn’t encounter any of those growing up.”
“A shame”, you sighed. “I’m sure they would’ve loved to squash your little face. You were the cutest thing ever.”
“Debatable.”
“I think she’s got a point, boy”, All Might cut in, smile widening at the looks of equal triumph and betrayal sent his way from you and Izuku, respectively.
“See?” You turned to your boyfriend, grinning mischievously. “Yagi-san agrees with me.”
You knew you had won this one, because there was no way Izuku would ever disagree with All Might of all people.
“Tea’s ready!” Inko announced as she entered the living room. “What were you talking about?”
“Oh, about Izuku when he was a little kid”, you said as you stood up to help her set everything on the little coffee table. “Yagi-san and I were just saying that he was absolutely adorable.”
“Ah, yes. He was, wasn’t he?” she sighed wistfully. Then, a gleam entered her eyes, and she grinned, wide and excited. “Oh, I know just what we need right now! I’ve been waiting to do this for so long!” she exclaimed happily, and moved over to where the TV was.
You looked at Izuku questioningly, but apart from being red in the face from the string of compliments you had given his childhood self, he seemed clueless as well.
“Oh, I think I know what this is about” Yagi snickered, a knowing smile on his face.
(He snickered. All Might just snic–)
You cut that voice off as you watched Inko rummaging through the drawer under the TV, until finally, a few seconds later, she held something up with a sound of triumph.
“Here they are!” she exclaimed pleasedly, and you felt Izuky tensing next to you.
“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no”, he panicked as Inko came over with something that looked like big books– or, rather, photo albums.
“Izuku’s baby pictures!” she proclaimed proudly, and you saw All Might laughing soundlessly behind her.
An elated gasp left you before you could control yourself, and Inko was quick to take notice of it.
“Would you like to see them, dear?
“I don’t think that’s necessary”, Izuku, clearly embarrassed, said at the same time you, clearly delighted, answered: “Yes, please.”
The look of mock defeat on his face only made the whole bussiness better.
“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for this afternoon”, he commented, sounding resigned.
“Personally, I think cooing over your baby pictures is a great bonding experience with your family”, you teased, and then strategically positioned the heavy photo album on top of yours and Izuku’s legs, so that even Inko and Yagi, who had situated themselves on a pair of armchairs a little bit to the right, could have a good view of its contents. “Want to do the honours?” you smiled at your boyfriend.
The first few pages were full of Izuku as a newborn, either with Inko, who glowed with happiness and love even though she was, most likely, still on postpartum hell, or on his own, crying more often than not, which was, in all honesty, very Izuku-ish.
Now, you had a firm belief about newborns not being particularly pretty or beautiful, because, come on, they had just come onto this earth crying and they still didn’t look like they enjoyed the feeling of being out of their mother’s womb. However, there was something about baby Izuku that was… endearing. You wouldn’t go as far as to call him a beautiful baby, but he was sort of cute. And small.
“You were so tiny”, you marvelled, one finger stroking a picture of his Izuku’s baby self laying on a white surface, most likely a bed.
“He really was”, Inko said fondly.
As the pages turned, Izuku started growing, going from baby to toddler in just a few pages. There were pictures of him playing with plastic cars, of him with another kid who could be no other than a very little, surprisingly murderous-intent-less Bakugo Katsuki, or of him and Inko as she read him a book or as they watched TV. So many small moments of Izuku’s life were forever preserved within these pages, and you were lucky enough to bear witness to them.
“Oh my god”, you breathed out when you turned a page, absolutely shocked, fully enamoured, and on the brink of dying from sheer cuteness overload. “You had an All Might onesie.”
You could practically feel his soul leaving his body.
You should have seen this coming. You really should have. However, there was nothing that could have prepared you for the absolutely earth-shattering, heartwarming sight of little Izuku doing All Might’s signature pose in an All Might onesie.
You were fascinated. You thought your eyes might be shining just as much as little Izuku’s in the picture. Or, rather– pictures. Because there were a ton of them with him dressed like All Might, and wasn’t that the cutest thing ever?
“Ah, yes, he was obsessed with it. He would wear it all day, non-stop”, Inko mentions with a small smile, sipping on her tea.
“You were so cute”, you gush over the pictures.
“He did always look the cutest when he dressed up as you, Yagi.”
Inko’s statement made the two men in the room blush, and– was that blood coming out of All Might’s mouth when he coughed?
“Anyway”, Izuku said, running a hand through his hair self-consciously. “I used to dress up as All Might and my mom would pretend to be attacked by villains so I could save her”, he said, somewhat shyly.
You smiled up at him.
“A very honourable task, indeed”, you said, solemnly.
“He was always there to save me”, Inko spoke fondly.
Even Yagi jumped in, adding: “There was no one more suitable to perform the tasks of a true hero”, and he sounded completely sincere.
Your smile stretched wide as he whined a little “Mom” and “All Might”, just like a child would. His face was still flaming red when he began telling you anecdotes of the games he used to play with his mom, where he always played the role of the hero coming to her aid.
As you listened to him, your eyes roamed over the pictures, committing as many details as humanly possible to memory. Something was slowly starting to blossom within you as you focused on the images in front of you.
You looked at the small kid with an All Might onesie, stars in his eyes and dreams in his heart. Dreams that, as he had confessed to you not long ago, had been stomped on by everyone but himself. You looked at that kid, full of wonder and aspirations and light and then you looked at the man sitting beside you, articulating loudly and gesticulating wildly as he told you a story. You looked at this man who had not let the stars in his eyes diminish, a man who had held his dreams close to his heart throughout all the hardships he’d had to overcome, and a man who, against all odds, had made those dreams come true.
There’s the Midoriya Izuku in the picture, little and untainted by life, and there’s the Midoriya Izuku by your side, also known as Pro Hero Deku, someone who had been through so much, who had been broken and bruised over and over again and still found the strength to put himself back together every time; both of them so different, yet, in their core, the very, very same.
You were suddenly overcome with emotion.
Your heart swelled with affection for this man who had not let the world take what was most precious to him away, and you felt the love for all he had been and all he was settling deep into you, down to the crevice between every bone in your body, nestled into your heart, your lungs, your throat, until every part of you felt as though it was vibrating with the intensity of it all and it was a wonder you just didn’t get up from the couch to scream to the world and let it be known that you loved him, you loved Midoriya Izuku with all you were and all you would ever be and you had never been more certain of it.
You must have squeezed his hand a little too tight, or maybe he could somehow feel it, the cataclysm happening inside of you, because at one point, Izuku paused his storytelling to look at you.
You didn’t know what emotion was etched into your face at the moment, too overwhelmed by all of them to even begin to figure it out, but it must have been a strong one, if the change in his face from confusion to something breathless was any indication.
You spent a few moments just looking at him and taking him in while he seemed to be doing the same thing, and it was a miracle that you managed to keep your feelings to yourself. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, now that you were so undeniably sure of it, but you figured that now wasn’t the right time or place.
It was okay. You two had time.
In the meantime, though…
“Go on”, you said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze, relishing in the feeling of his hand in yours, the warmth of his body beside you. “I want to know more.”
You didn’t notice Inko or Yagi looking at the both of you, and you didn’t understand why she promptly broke into tears with the biggest smile on her face. You were extremely confused as to why, all of a sudden, Izuku’s parents were looking at you fondly, merrily, and you still didn’t know when the atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed from joyful to something– to something more.
You looked at your boyfriend for answers, but he seemed as confused as you felt, and then Inko was ushering the both of you to keep going, and as the pages turned you felt lighter and warmer, and–
In all honesty, you were feeling sensational.