A letter meant for you

Written words.

Dear Kyouka Jirou.

You may never read this letter, and I'm okay with that. I heard some of the other boys talking about this as a way to help deal with having crushes, at least, that's what I think this is. You always manage to make me smile, whether its when I see you working hard in hero training, humming along to whatever song you have playing on your phone, or singing and having fun on stage.

I think that was when it started. Seeing you playing, singing your heart out for the entire school to hear. You looked so beautiful in that moment. I think back over the year and remember all the moments I can think of that involve you. It gives me this weird feeling in my chest when I see or remember this amazing girl that is giving it her all in her pursuit to become a hero. And honestly, your music helps me, a lot. And I have no doubt it will help others too.

But one thing that hurts me, is the way I remember you looking at yourself. You didn't seem to have the best image of yourself at the beginning of the year, which saddened me. You don't show it as much anymore, but I know how hard it is to get over insecurities like that. Putting it... philosophically, You seem to not see the beauty of the world that I see,"

"Which saddens me, because you are my world."

As soon as Izuku heard those words he knew something was up, he had just come back from a work out in the gym to see all of the girls from class sitting on the couches and Ashido was holding and reading from a piece of paper. 'What??!! How did they get that?! Did they-' He was broken from his thoughts when Hagakure called him over.

"Midori! Come here, do you know who could have wrote this?"

"U-uh, wr-written what?" He asked, trying to sound like he didn't know what was going on. In reality he knew exactly what was going on, Kacchan was standing in the kitchen with a massive smirk on his face. 'It must have been him, damn it.'

He must have snuck into his room and found the letter, then given it to the girls. But why?

"Well, Bakugou came in a few minutes ago and handed this to Kyouka, but he refuses to say who it's from, and the letter is written without a clue as to who it is." She said giving a glare in Bakugou's direction. The blonde simply smiled and walked towards the boys side of the dorms.

"So come on," she said while standing up and holding the letter in front of him. "Who do you think wrote it? Do you recognize the hand writing or something?"

"U-uh, well, I-I don't recognize the handwriting, but u-uh, the philosophical part l-looks like i-it could be K-Kaminari trying to sound a b-bit smarter." Izuku lied, trying to push the suspicion of it being his as far away as possible. What he completely forgot in that moment was that his own crush could hear his heartbeat, and that she knew he had just lied to them.

"See! That's what I thought!" Ashido called out.

"Well, I think it would be Kouda. He's so quiet, I could see him writing something like that." Yaoyorozu said.

"Hmmm, I still think it could be Shoji." Said Hagakure.

"But why, that just doesn't seem like him kero." Said Tsu.

Izuku used this opportunity to slip away to get clean after his workout. On his way up he spotted Bakugou standing in the stairwell with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why did you do that Kacchan? How did you even get into my room?" He asked with a whine.

"Cause I know you helped Shitty hair and dunce face with that prank the other day. Besides, your shitty ass needs something else going on. All of your constant training is making me tired." He said as he went up the stairs, the stray strands of pink in his hair still visible.

Izuku sighed and followed hi up the stairs, making his way to his room to shower.

-:-

It was a few hours later, Izuku was laying on his bed when he heard a light knock on his door. When he opened the door the last person he expected to see was outside his door, Kyouka Jirou, his crush and the person who he heard his own love letter to read out in front of him.

"H-hi J-jirou, wh-what do you need?" He asked with a slightly red face.

Jirou looked to either side of her down the hall and sighed, "Can I come in?"

"S-sure." He stood to the side and let her in, closing and locking the door behind him.

When he turned around Jirou was sitting on his bed looking down at the ground. Izuku tried ask her what she wanted to talk about when she beat him to it.

"Did you mean it? What you wrote in that letter." She asked, and immediately he froze. His mind wanted to go to 'How does she know' but as he thought back to the conversation in the common room, he realised where he messed up.

"S-so you know I wrote it..." He said, sitting down on his desk chair.

"Well, I didn't until you just confirmed it." She said with a small smirk and a more prominent blush.

"Wh- wha? Huh?" Izuku sputtered out a bunch of gibberish in confusion. "But- in the common room, I-"

"Lied about not recognizing the hand writing, that didn't mean it was yours." She said with her smirk still present, it reminded him of Bakugou's, but he liked hers more.

He sighed, "You got me I guess." He rubbed the back of his head. They sat in silence for a few minutes afterwards, until Jirou asked again.

"Y-you didn't answer my question," her head lowered down and her voice went quiet, he could barely hear her, "Did you mean it?"

Izuku responded immediately. "Of course I did, every word. I... Wouldn't have written them down if I didn't."

Jirou blushed at that, though Izuku couldn't see it. But what she didn't expect was for Izuku to continue. "I... love your voice, the way you make people smile. Did youj know you were the first person to make Eri smile. After all she went through, you managed to bring a smile to her face. And it's just another one of the many things that... m-made me... you know..."

Jirou's face was completely red now. How someone could find so many things to like about her, she would probably never know. No one except her parents had seemed to care about any of that stuff until now.

Izuku got really confused when he heard Jirou start to giggle. On the one hand, it was an amazing sight to see her laugh so genuinely. On the other, he didn't know what she was giggling for. "U-uh, w-what is it Jirou?"

"Oh, heh. It's nothing, I just, didn't think you'd like me back..." she said in a quiet voice.

Izuku felt over the moon at that. He was pretty sure she could tell, his heart rate had started rising, his cheeks going red. "Wh-what?"

Both teens sat there with bright red faces, comprehending what they both just said and contemplating what to say next.

"So... w-what does this m-make us?" Izuku asked hesitantly.

"Wh-what?"

"W-well I Just, th-thought that, w-well, i-if we both l-like each other, then, m-maybe w-we could..."

"Be together?" Jirou asked, to which Izuku nodded.

"Yeah, I'd like that"