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𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 Midoriya glanced down to his phone, a message appearing on the screen.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Bob the builder Your costume is officially finished! Come to the workshop and get it! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
The green haired boy picked up the device, weighing it in his hands. Even though he had been avoiding her, she still acted like everything was fine. Midoriya groaned, now I feel like a dick.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Izu Great! I'll come get it right now! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Standing from his desk, Midoriya slid his phone back into his pocket. He made his way out of the dorms and towards the main school building.
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"Y/N? Hey I'm here. Where are you?"
The freckled boy stepped into the workshop, scanning the room. The lights were off and the room seemed to be empty.
Suddenly the room door slammed closed, Midoriya jumping in surprise. The lights flickered on and he turned to find Y/N in front of the door, her hair covering her eyes. She looked up, a weak smile on her face.
"Hey Izuku."
"Oh um hey Y/N..." Midoriya took a step back, for some reason the small girl seemed very intimidating right now. "W-Why did you close the door?"
Y/N leaned back, crossing her arms across her chest, a glum look on her face. "Do you want to leave?" She questioned, her gaze piercing his.
Midoriya stood straight, his lips forming a frown. "No, it's fine. Is something wrong?"
"Izuku I-"
Her mind flashed back to the thoughts she had just a few days ago.
She was more worried that she- herself would not be enough.
That she wouldn't-
Y/N slapped her cheeks, shaking her head. She had planned this and now she was chickening out?
No way.
"Izuku, I like you. Like, like like. Whenever you're not around it just feels...wrong. And I don't know what I did wrong but I'm sorry! Please forgive me, I'll do whatever it takes..."
Midoriya gaped at the girl in front of him, watching as her expression fell. He gulped, clenching his fist.
She's...crying.
Because of me. She was so worried I didn't like her back and that she did something wrong. Because I was worried about someone who I thought was her boyfriend.
"Y/N..." Midoriya started, staggering forward. "I'm sorry." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around the girl's neck. "You didn't do anything. I was being a jerk. And..."
"I like you too."
Y/N froze, her eyes widening. She pushed Midoriya away, looking into his eyes. "Wait are you serious?" She blinked, a small smile pulling at her lips.
The freckled boy nodded, holding back a laugh. Y/N saw this, sticking out her lip in pout she placed her hands on her hips.
"Are you laughing at me?" She leaned forward. Midoriya turned away, a small chuckle slipping out. "I knew it! Seriously! I just poured my hear out to you!" Y/N pounded her fists on the boy's back, breaking into laughs.
The two stood there laughing in the \workshop. Y/N glanced up, wiping tears from her eyes. "So we're good? You won't avoid me anymore?" She questioned.
Midoriya turned, a smile pulling at his lips. "Not yet."
