Fem Reader x Izuku Midoriya ── . ★
F/n L/n sits on the same bench every day after school, one rainy day a clumsy green haired boy joins her seeking shelter from the downpour. Will these two's small (and awkward) exchanges lead to them becoming close...
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August 3rd, 2000 - 1st year of High School
I don't know what love feels like... but I think it's something like this.
When I saw Izuku Midoriya for the first time in months, I was worried he would be different; Until I saw that sweet familiar smile. I knew he was the same freckled boy I had met in April. The same one that had held my heart in his hands for the months he was away... wait... my heart?
"L/n pay attention dear," My elderly teacher tore me away from my troubling thoughts.
"Yes... Yes ma'am!" I stammered, the woman gave me an understanding and loving smile before continuing to teach; my focus was still elsewhere though.
Izuku and I exchanged numbers the other day, I was too afraid to ask so I'm thankful he did. I snickered at the image of the older version of the frail freckled boy nervously handing me his phone.
I wonder what he was doing, he told me he got into UA, his dream school just a couple of days ago. I was happy for him.
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Today felt like an endless daydream, I sauntered down the old dirt road near my home. I gently swayed my arms letting my fingertips glide against the tall grass beside me. I relished in the feeling of the summer air billowing my h/c hair away from my face.
When our meeting spot became clear, the first thing I noticed was him. He had gotten there before me. His emerald, green eyes were already locked on to me, he waved his hand at me with a happy smile plastered across his freckled face.
I had a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart, I was so happy to see my dear... and only friend.
"F/n," he called out to me, his messy green strands were softly swaying with the wind.
"Izuku," I mimicked as I sat down on the far side of the bench.
He immediately scoots closer to me; his arm was brushing up against mine. It wasn't the same lanky arm I remember from April. "I finished that page I did about you," he beamed, flipping through the pages of his familiar notebook.
Finally, he landed on a certain special page. He began point out his 'mistakes'. I've never been drawn before; I looked in awe at his detailed description of my quirk, and just some things about my personality that he had jotted down.
"This is amazing Izuku," I smile leaning over taking a better look. Thats when I noticed the bandages on his hands. "What happened?" I gently trace my index finger along the tightly wrapped bandages covering his fingers.
His breathes became unsteady, "Sorry," I mumbled retreating my hand away from his injured fingers.
"No!... I mean... it's fine I don't mind," he exhales calming himself down, "I just went a little too hard while using my quirk today."
I exhale calmly; I worry for him, worried he'll keep getting hurt like this.
"How's school so far," he asked me curiously.
"Well... its school," I hesitated, trying to think of something to say, "My homeroom teacher is nice though."
"Thats good," Izuku sighed and leaned back, "Oh! I made a few new friends... maybe you can meet them one day!"
I laughed at his sudden excitement, "Yeah, I hope I can."
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Izuku walked me home today, my dad was still at work at the time so I thought it would be okay.
"Hey dad," I broke the silence at the dinner table.
"Yeah [nickname]?" he said with a mouthful of food.
"How'd you know when you were in love with mom?"
I didn't know what to think anymore, am I going crazy?
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'No matter how hard i try to think about something else, my thoughts always go back to you.'
