Give this to Mina Ashido:
"Hey, I know it's a bit late for me to tell you these fallacies of mine.
The delusions of a soon-to-be: dead man.
Mina Ashido: the 16-year-old bubbly mess of cotton candy. 1-a's prettiest, and the girl I've been completely in love with.
You'll never lay your eyes upon this letter if I live after this. If so, then I'll move on, grow old, and die with a wife in Dubai with the riches I'd receive from this mission.
It is after all the delusions of a dying teen forever stuck dancing Daffodils in his head.
It was the first day of class of year one during the quirk apprehension test, practice things, or whatever they were. Even when everyone else felt pressured, you were just in the back blabbering your mouth no about God knows what.
I hated you those first couple of weeks prior to the sports festivals.
You were everything I wasn't: cool, easy on the eyes, you had friends, and you were a very social person. No one strayed from your touches or glances, and all eyes were on you during presentations.
Hell, even Katsuki fucking Bakugo grew to like you...but we never talked. Or, not in school at least.
But we touched, frequently actually. Do you remember all those times you'd run past a kid and not help them pick their stuff? I was the boy with bruised and bloody knees because you never cared to stop.
Some part of me is grateful that you chose someone else, I'd have done the same. Why would you pick a boy you more than likely don't even know the name of?
I'm Izuku Midoriya, All Might's successor whom he announced to the world after his and All for One's fall-out.
I'm the boy that single-handedly stopped Muscular: an S-rank villain from killing Koda and destroying a mountain.
I'm the boy in the green bunny mask that held the entirety of UA: the school, on his shoulders, stopping it from crashing down and killing those on it.
With the help of Eri, I took down Overhaul...That wasn't enough was it?
I'm not Katsuki Bakugo, so I'm not to your taste. You like the rough, loud, and dirty boys. One of those isn't something I could ever be even if given the alternative.
You chose the one thing that you supposedly hated with every fiber of your being, a bully. The bully you have your hands around, my blood will be on his costume after our fight, he'll be there for you because of me.
My sacrifice for someone that deserved to die...I gave my life, as meaningless as that may seem to you.
That's cool, fine, nice, amazing, and everything in between I hate you, and despise the fact that I might just love you.
That you're just one fish in the seam that I can't seem to get enough of.
It's like torture, it really is.
Originally, I didn't fall for you for any grandiose reason. I wasn't entranced by your looks or personality.
It was actually pretty simple, I just loved the way you'd look when drawn with your pink.
Those rare times you posed for art class are what attracted me to you. I loved how difficult it was to make your color from the paint provided. The only reason I got you perfect was by adding a little green to the mass ball of pink; however, I needed more mustard yellow than green.
You probably question why I'm writing instead of face-to-face...you frighten me.
More so than All for One and Shigaraki, okay maybe not as much, but you do. I see the way you talk, move, and interact with people.
