𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

"fuck it, i was in love."

You didn't want anyone to see you crying, but Izuku just had to be leaving his room when you were about to go into yours.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." You say, wiping away your tears with a small smile on your face.

He walks closer to you, gently taking a hold of your wrists and pulling your hands away from your face. "It's pretty obvious that it's not nothing. How about we grab some food from the kitchen and hangout for a bit."

"You'll really do that for me?" You ask, sniffling as your eyes meet his.

"Of course I will, (y/n). You look like your in need of cheering up."

The two of you go into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for anything to eat.

You ended up with popcorn, Sour Patch Kids, and some random fruit to balance it out. You also made virgin shirley temples, figuring that it might make you feel a bit better.

You went back upstairs and to your room, both of you sitting on your bed. 

It was a bit odd, really.

Normally, Izuku was very easily flustered around girls and wouldn't dare be doing this right now.

But for you, it was different.

He felt completely comfortable sitting in your bed with you.

Maybe it was because you were so upset.

Maybe it was because he liked you so much that his nerves were washed away.

"So? Do you wanna talk about what happened to make you this upset? You don't have to if you don't want to either!"

"I will at some point, but now's just not the right time." You tell him.

You just couldn't stop crying.

I mean, it was pretty reasonable that you were crying. You were quite literally just forced to kill someone.

It was an act of self-defense, right?

He was coming after you, planning on using his Quirk.

If you hadn't killed him, he would've surely killed you right then and there.

But you didn't have to worry about anyone finding out. The Commission had a way of covering up whatever they didn't want leaked to the media.

After all, they had made your mom kill people for years, and nobody found out until she was arrested for "killing another hero in a heated argument."

"That's perfectly fine, too." He tells you, reaching forward and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I know that you'll tell me when you're ready."