Izuku Midoriya—A | 7

The living room was empty, the evening light streaming in through the windows—the only light available. You'd come back to pick up something you'd forgotten... and you saw it. Izuku's blue notebook, open on his desk. Curiosity got the better of you: you wanted to see if Izuku had made any notes about your Quirk, since he analyzed everything. You flipped through the pages, recognizing your abilities written in detail... until the words changed.
“She… isn't just strong. When she smiles, it's like everything lights up and life is worth living. I don't know if I'll ever dare tell her this… but I love her.”
Your eyes opened, your breath stopped. And at that moment, the door opened behind you, and his voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence:
— That… you shouldn't read it…

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