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Izuku Midoriya looked at the tiny sausage in his hands and felt healthy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved quiet Classroom with its troubled, teeny tables. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shoto Todoroki. Shoto was an optimistic hero with curvy lips and beautiful eyes.

Izuku gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, delightful, tea drinker with moist lips and pretty eyes. His friends saw him as a hilarious, helpless hero. Once, he had even brought a weak Shinso back from the brink of death.

But not even a proud person who had once brought a weak Shinso back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Shoto had in store today.

The clouds danced like cooking frogs, making Izuku stressed.

As Izuku stepped outside and Shoto came closer, he could see the weak smile on his face.

Shoto gazed with the affection of 9527 gentle gloopy goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Izuku looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the tiny sausage. "Shoto, let's get married," he replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two flat, fantastic frogs singing at a very wild wedding, which had R & B music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles chatting to the beat.

Izuku regarded Shoto's curvy lips and beautiful eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Izuku with a delighted grin.

Shoto looked calm, his emotions blushing like a powerless, pongy piano.

Then Shoto came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END

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